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seasidesandstarscapes · 7 months ago

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Right in the Numbers - Chapter 2

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Summary: In which Bobby is a tease and Don comes to a realization

Words: 2328

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Don falls into an easy pattern with Bobby.

Hockey, sex, eating, sleep. Maybe it’s a thankless life for some, but Don loves every moment. He and Bobby trade off whose apartment they spend time at, sneak around when they’re on the road. He’s sure a smile is permanently plastered on his face, like now as he waits in line to check out and gets a Snap from Bobby.

Don opens up his phone only to immediately shove it back into his pocket. By now, he should know not to open Bobby’s Snaps in public, but hey, sometimes Bobby is just sending him a picture of his food.

This one however is already seared in Don’s mind. Bobby was in a crop top, styled like their jerseys and Don’s 22 plain as day across it. The black skirt that accompanied it didn’t even reach mid-thigh and of course he had to top off the look with knee high socks.

Don’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he sighs as he answers.

“You didn’t tell me what you thought of my outfit,” Bobby deadpans.

“Yeah, well,” Don adjusts the phone so it’s tucked between his shoulder and ear. “I’m at the grocery store.”

“And?”

“Pretty sure the old lady behind me had a heart attack,” Don shoots back under his breath.

He’s sure the woman didn’t actually notice but when she shuffles past Don in the self-checkout with her own cheeky smile and a wink, Don wants to die.

“She should at least enjoy the view,” Bobby says with a bit of offense.

Don needs to get out of here. He scans his items and leaves the store as quickly as he can, all but slamming into his car. Bobby is still chatting on the other end, but Don’s lost track of the conversation.

“You coming over?” Bobby pulls Don back to the matter at hand.

“I should get my stuff home first.”

“That can wait,” Bobby’s pout is loud but Don tries to be responsible.

“I have ice cream. I don’t want it to melt.”

“Just put it in my freezer. It’s not like you bought stuff for the entire team,” Bobby sighs.

He has a point. Don looks at his few bags, pretends to mull it over to tease Bobby.

“Don Hume, I swear to god—“

“—I’m on my way.”

Don only hangs up to focus on getting to Bobby’s place faster, but of course, safely too. Never mind that he takes a sharp turn into the parking lot and almost forgets to lock his car. He’s also grabbed all of his bags when he really only needed the one.

He knocks on Bobby’s door with his foot and in an instant is rendered useless. Bobby looks even better in person and Don throws his bags to the side just to get his hands on Bobby.

“What about that ice cream you were so worried about?” Bobby teases.

Don kisses Bobby. “Who cares,” he says against his lips.

Bobby chuckles at this, nudges Don away just enough to go through the bags. He bends over and Don has a clear view of, well, everything.

Bobby’s chosen to forego any kind of underwear this time and Don pushes Bobby up against the counter once the ice cream is put away.

“Someone’s eager,” Bobby grins, hiking his leg up to hook it around Don’s hip.

“Yeah well if someone wasn’t a fucking tease,” Don mutters.

He attacks Bobby’s neck, biting at the juncture, sucking and nipping up to his jaw. His hands reach under the short excuse of a skirt and he grabs at Bobby’s ass.

Bobby pulls Don into a deep kiss, arms going up and that’s when Don sees Bobby blindly reaching behind at a cabinet, opening it just enough to pull out lube and condoms.

“Do you just keep this shit everywhere?” Don asks as Bobby shoves the lube into his hand.

Bobby gives him a look, then shakes his head with a smile. “Never hurts to be prepared.”

Don supposes not and there was that one week where Bobby released exclusively kitchen-based videos.

Fingering Bobby open comes as naturally as skating now. Don can see the subtle signs, when Bobby wants more, when to drag his fingers out. He has Bobby laid out on the counter, his hips dipped just enough so Don doesn’t have to strain to fuck him. The skirt has tented with Bobby’s erection and Don rubs it through the fabric as he pushes into Bobby.

“Don,” Bobby sobs, hands scrambling to his forearms for purchase.

Don only smiles, moans when Bobby digs his nails in. His thrusts are sharp, fast, pent up hunger clawing to the surface. Bobby cries out, begs with each punch Don gives him until he’s a shaking mess, ruining the skirt with his cum.

With heavy breaths, Don follows soon after, slamming into Bobby and bracing himself against the countertop. When they come back to themselves, Bobby has an amused smile on his face.

“Think I should auction this off?” Bobby tugs at his crop top. “Hockey bunnies would go wild for it.”

“No,” Don’s answer is immediate. “You’re keeping it.” His voice is almost a growl and as unfamiliar as it is, it feels so right.

“Possessive, are we?” Bobby laughs, peels himself and Don apart. “Well then, why don’t you mark me up some more, Donny?”

Don watches as Bobby heads off to the bathroom, stripping his outfit as he goes. Don’s mouth waters and his heart stirs. He hasn’t felt like this in a long time. If he ever has at all.

God, Bobby is going to destroy him.

“How the hell do you find time to cam?”

Don asks this as he’s scrolling through his Instagram feed. They’re sitting in his living room, Bobby’s head in his lap and he’s looking at his phone too. The TV’s volume is set low as it flashes a hockey game between their future opponents.

“Not that hard,” Bobby shrugs. “I use my phone half the time. The hardest part is finding a good place to prop it.”

“Other teams let you have a room all to yourself, huh?” Don muses.

The only time he ever feels alone on trips is in the shower and even then he’s sure his roommate knows exactly what’s happening. Joe simply ignores it but others like Chuck have given him too many wicked grins.

“Sometimes,” Bobby taps something on his phone. “Or I just wait until I know my roomie will be out drinking late.”

A memory sparks in Don’s mind and he sees Bobby on a hotel bed, humping a pillow. He’s pretty sure that was somewhere in Toronto.

“You know what’d be fun though,” Bobby drags Don from his reminiscing. “A pool session. I just don’t know anyone with a private pool.”

“Yet you knew someone with a hot tub?”

Bobby winces. “That one was technically trespassing…”

“What?”

“Okay, listen,” Bobby sits up, scrambles to explain himself. “I was housesitting for my grandparents and their neighbor was gone, he’s a good family friend, wanted me to check in on his house too and—,”

“More than I needed to know,” Don waves at Bobby. “I want to be able to plead the fifth when you’re arrested.”

Bobby flops back down on Don’s lap with a grin. “Aw, you’d protect me?”

“No,” Don pushes Bobby to the floor.

“Don!” Bobby glowers at Don as he steps over him.

“I gotta go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

Bobby mumbles something but Don continues on his mission. When he gets back, Bobby is taking up the entire couch and gives Don an innocent smile.

“Sorry, it’s mine now.”

In a few short strides, Don is at the couch and he grabs Bobby by his hips, slinging him over his shoulder. Bobby shouts, flails, but Don ignores it all, dumping Bobby back on the floor before taking back his spot.

“And here I was getting ready to give you a nice blowjob.” Bobby has his arm dramatically thrown over his face.

“Mm,” Don goes back to his phone.

He’s tempting fate right now, but he’s curious to see what Bobby will do. A few minutes pass and out of the corner of his eye, Don noticed Bobby fidgeting more and more. When a hand lands on his groin, Don keeps up his charade until Bobby yanks the phone from his hands.

Bobby’s cute when he’s like this and Don tips back his head with a smile as Bobby pulls down the waistband of his sweats.

Another game, another road trip.

It’s never the playing that exhausts Don. The bus rides kill him and by the time he gets into his room at the hotel, he’s already half asleep.

Somehow Bobby has managed to make it so they share a room this time and Don’s confident the whole team now knows they’re fucking.

It’s fine.

He’s not the only one who’s done this, so he pays it little mind during practice. He and Bobby keep it off the ice, if only flirting a little here and there.

“Are you only complimenting Don because he sticks his dick in your ass?” Shorty asks during one particular drill.

“It helps,” Bobby shrugs. “Sometimes I get to stick my dick in him too.”

Ulbrickson rubs at his temple and Bolles is looking off in the distance. Don can’t bring himself to look his coaches in the face these days. He and Bobby haven’t gotten in trouble though so Don thanks his lucky stars for that.

“Again!” Ulbrickson calls out.

Biting down on his mouth guard, Don dives back into drills, anxious for the next day’s game. Competition will be fierce, but he thinks they’ll pull through.

Before he knows it, practice is over, dinner flies by and he’s sinking into his bed at the hotel.

It’s dark when he’s woken up, Bobby shaking his shoulder. He groans, rolls over and pulls the covers over his head. Bobby won’t have that, yanking them back so forcefully Don almost experiences whiplash.

“Come on,” Bobby tugs him out of bed.

Or tries to.

“No.” Don buries his face into the pillow.

He grabs hold of the mattress and then Bobby is using all his strength to pull Don.

“Why?” Don pitifully whines as he relents.

Bobby doesn’t give him an answer, forces him into the bright hallway. Don winces, one eye half open as Bobby takes them to the elevator. Several floors later, they’re at the pool and Don takes a quick look at the sign.

“Pool closes at 1am.”

“And it’s midnight,” Bobby is quick to answer.

Don doesn��t feel like he’s been sleeping for four hours and the heated room calls him back to rest.

“Just a quick dip,” Bobby grins.

“We’re not even in swimsuits.”

“So? I doubt anyone else is going to show up.”

It’s then Bobby strips completely and jumps into the pool.

“Oh my god,” Don mumbles to himself. “Why do I let you fuck me?”

“Cause I’m just that good?” Bobby has his arms crossed and perched on the edge of the pool.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” Don glares at him, though there is no malice behind it.

Bobby gives Don an expectant look and he gives in, taking all his clothes off as well before taking the stairs into the pool.

It’s just on the edge of cold, but Don forces himself under the surface and adjusts in an instant. His teeth still chatter a few times though.

“I know how we can warm up,” Bobby waggles his brows.

“No,” Don shuts that idea down.

If he’s going to be an exhibitionist, he’d rather try it in a closet first.

“Fine,” Bobby sighs, swimming backwards. “Your loss.”

Don laughs at this, shakes his head. “I’m the only one of your subscribers that’s gotten to have sex with you. I’d hardly say that’s a loss.”

“Damn, you’re right.”

Bobby swims slow circles around Don, on occasion switching from his front to his back. Don is content to float, watch Bobby wear his energy down.

This is nice. They fall easily into their shared life, when sometimes just a look is all that’s needed to know what the other is thinking.

Bobby is fun, adventurous. Serious and thoughtful. Their friendship hasn’t been just about sex. They’ve had late night conversations, heart-to-hearts, and it’s all Don has ever wanted. They laugh and cry together with every win and loss. Simply put, Don is just happy.

That’s when realization stabs Don in the heart. No, it can’t be. He’s not falling in love with Bobby. They agreed. Anything more spells disaster.

“Donny, you okay?” Bobby is floating in front of Don now, tilting his head with concern.

“Yeah,” Don blinks, “I’m just tired.”

He can tell Bobby doesn’t believe him, but he doesn’t press it.

“Better get you to bed then,” Bobby swims to the pool’s edge.

Don follows, the two dry themselves off as best they can before dressing and heading back to their room. The air-conditioning bites at Don’s skin and he shivers.

“Sleep in my bed?” Bobby asks and Don is quick to nod.

They wash the chlorine off themselves, silent as they share the shower. Don isn’t sure what to think, how to sort through his budding emotions. He’s been able to tell Bobby so much, but he’s not sure he can say this.

Instead he hugs Bobby from behind as the warm water sprays down on them and Don’s thankful when Bobby lays his arms on top of his own.

When they’re curled up in bed, Bobby’s back against Don’s chest, an ache spreads through Don’s body. This must be life’s way of getting back at him. He’s had it too good for a while, it’s what he deserves.

Don pulls Bobby in closer, his eyes sting as Bobby kisses his knuckles.

Of all the rotten luck.

#coxstroke #bobby moch #don hume #bobby moch x don hume #don hume x bobby moch #salix's sideblog escapades #oooof this chapter got away from me lmao

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leanbeefpattysimp3 · 1 year ago

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(Alright bbg’s I’m SO sorry how late this chapter was, I really contemplated this one because it’s just a weird one in my opinion, just cause I feel like it’s more of a filler one, but here it is!)

Daughter of The Tiger Slayer (A Baki OC Story)

Chapter 2: 13 Hours & 50 Minutes

3rd Person POV: “Ladies and gentlemen, American Airlines welcomes you to Tokyo. The local time is 5:35 pm. For your safety and the safety of those around you, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened and keep the aisles clear until we are parked at the gate. The Captain will then turn off the “Fasten Seat Belt” sign, indicating it is safe to stand. Please use caution when opening the overhead compartments and removing items, since articles may have shifted during flight.” The flight attendant said as the plane landed on the airstrip of Tokyo. Solomon lays asleep in her chair, her headphones on and her hood up, her hands in the pockets of her beige hoodie and one of her legs propped up on the other. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we have not yet reached the gate. Please remain seated until the Captain turns off the “Fasten Seat Belt” sign. Thank you”. As one of the other flight attendants starts walking around to check everyone in first class, she sees Solomon slumped over, so she goes over and taps on her shoulder to wake her up. “Excuse me sir the plane has landed-” the flight attendant begins to say as Solomon wakes up and looks up at her, realizing she just called this woman a man, even though you would’ve never known she was a girl with her muscle structure and her outfit unless you looked at her face. “Oh I’m so sorry!” she says in a nervous tone, then Solomon pulls her hood down and takes her headphones off, “What did you say, ma’am?” she says looking up at the flight attendant. The flight attendant realizes that Solomon never heard what she says and she relaxes, placing a hand on her shoulder, “I was saying that the plane has now landed.” Solomon then looks out of the window beside her, it’s night, all of the colorful lights shining and dancing in the main parts of Tokyo city can be seen from the airport. She then turns back to the flight attendant and smiles at her, “Thank you for telling me ma’am.” The flight attendant smiles back and walks off to go check on the rest of the passengers. “I wonder why she looked so startled…”, Solomon thinks as she grabs her backpack from beside her and starts putting her belongings, including the present, in it.

Solomon’s POV: Annnnd done, finally got all my stuff put up. Wow. I don’t think I’ve slept that good since the day after my knee surgeries. Seriously though how was that such a crisp nap? I make sure no one is about to walk through the aisle and I put my legs out so I can stretch. I stretch my legs all the way out, making my hips and the lower part of my back pop. Good lord that felt so good. I bring my legs back in and look out the window, the airplane pulling up to the terminal, finally coming to a halt. I take out my phone and turn off the airplane mode so I can text mom that I made it. Knowing her, she’s probably been at the airport for at least two hours, hell maybe three, she always liked to be ahead of her schedule. I pull up the messages app and click on her name, which was already pinned at the top. We’d been talking about how dad and Katsumi would be so excited to see me show up at the tournament that they’re participating in since her and I decided it would be nice to surprise them with my arrival back to Tokyo. I read the last message that mom sent, Momma: “Your dad is so proud of you Solly, you’ll see when you two see each other”. Reading the message made me chuckle a bit, that’s all I ever wanted, to make the man who built me up from the ground proud. I then text mom “Hey momma, we landed and are pulling up to the gate, see you soon! <3”. I then put my phone in my pocket and put my arms through the straps of my bag. I look out the window and see we’ve finally pulled up to the gate, which thank God because even these first class seats are cramped up. I then feel my phone buzz and I take it out of my pocket, reading the notification. Momma: “Hi Solly, I know I said I was going to pick you up but a special someone who already knew you were coming back wanted to. I’ll meet you guys in the parking lot of the Underground arena and we can go in and get ready to watch the fights!” Wait what? A special someone? Someone who already knew I was coming back? But I only told mom what I was planning, unless this someone had connections…but who could it possibly be? I see people around me start getting up and walking out of the plant onto the gate, I guess I didn’t hear the flight attendant call for us to start getting off. I stand up and start walking out of the exit with everyone else, walking through the gate that leads to the main part of the airport. I look down and see this little girl that’s being held by her mother staring up at me, I’m guessing coming back home from a business trip with the way her mother is dressed. I smile and give her a little wave, making the little girl smile and bury her face into the crook of her mother’s neck from nervousness. It’s not the first time I’ve gotten a reaction like that from a kid, they don’t exactly know how to feel about someone like me, I used to be the same way when I was little when dad would bring me to the dojo for training. Okay but who the hell is picking me up? But mostly who could’ve convinced mom enough to let them come pick me up to begin with?! This is gonna drive me insane- “Ma’am I’m going to need to see your passport and papers please.” One of the men who does inspections says. It took me a second to get out of my own thoughts and begin to reach into my bag- “There’s no need for that, she’s with me, so we’ll be on our way.” The man’s eyes widen and he bows and goes to another person. Huh? But isn’t that literally mandatory that he checks me? I turn around to see who said that-

…..

Holy shit mom…..seriously?…..you really let my ex boyfriend.….a Yakuza boss.….Come get me?!

…..This is going to be the longest car ride of my entire life. Kill me now.

#baki oc story #baki oc #solomon orochi #baki hanma #baki the grappler #baki headcanons #katsumi orochi #doppo orochi #jack hanma #kaoru hanayama #kosho shinogi #kureha shinogi #retsu kaioh #baki son of ogre #baki gaiden

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spiderculechronicals · 2 months ago

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This is just pure domestic fluff right here... Peter 1 has to go to work early and Peter 2 makes him breakfast. At work, the line cook (only other guy on duty so early) asks a favor and Peter 1 realizes he's got a lot of friends, actually...

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Peter 1 woke up fifteen seconds before his alarm, alerted by his Spidey Sense, and quickly disabled it. Peter 2 stirred next to him.

“Mh…”

“Sorry… go back to sleep, baby…”

“Mmnope…” Peter 2 yawned. “Not ‘till you’re gone. What do you eat for breakfast? I can fix it for you while you’re in the shower.”

“Aw… uh, just some instant oatmeal with vanilla protein powder, usually. One scoop, two packets, hot water from the electric kettle, in the green travel mug.”

“Got it.” Peter 2 smiled, tugging him close for a quick kiss.

“Mm… thank you, baby.”

Peter 2 found the breakfast supplies arranged in a neat line on the counter. The travel mug was dirty in the sink, though, so while the water was heating in the kettle he washed it out. He smiled that the oatmeal was a variety fruit flavor pack, and chose a strawberry and a blueberry to combine. There were several coupon fliers stuck to the fridge with magnets, some items circled. It occurred to him that the pizza that Peter 1 had ordered the other night had been an unusual splurge, probably draining his food budget for the month. He checked the cabinets and refrigerator out of curiosity, noting that he at least had a sack of rice and some lightly-dented cans of beans and a stack of store-brand tuna. A bowl on the counter was full of leftover condiment packs of every sort. He had a microwave and electric kettle but no toaster and no dishwasher, and he had a basic set of pots and pans as well as a chef’s knife that looked suspiciously like the kind you get in commercial kitchens that use knife sharpening services, not the kind you buy from the store.

Peter 2 heard the shower switch off and somewhat guiltily stopped his investigation. He picked up the mug, gave the slurry a good stir with a long-handled spoon, then came out to present it to his freshly washed boyfriend. “Tell me if I got it right…”

“Aw! Yes, it’s perfect. Just runny enough I can kinda drink it if I don’t wait too long. Ooh, good flavor choice. Best Boyfriend.” Peter 1 wiggled and leaned in for a kiss.

Peter 2 returned the kiss and smiled proudly. “Did you swipe that knife from work?”

Peter 1 gasped. “Oh! No… it, um. The last place I worked before the diner was a hotel restaurant as a busser and sometimes dishwasher, and they changed knife sharpening services- well, the old company got bought out, and somehow that meant they had a spare set? And, uh… that was part of my Christmas bonus last year.”

Peter 2 laughed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to accuse you.”

“Hehe, it’s okay. Funny thing is I’m making close to the same if not more sometimes as a server, even though the wage is lower, just because of tips.”

“You have a cute face and broad shoulders, I’m sure that helps.” Peter 2 winked.

“Oh it does. And Peter is a kind of, um, old fashioned name, I guess? Big hit with the older ladies.”

“Get your clothes on, don’t let me make you late.”

“Ah! You saved me just enough time by making me breakfast that I won’t be.” Peter 1 said, handing him back the travel cup temporarily so he could dry off and put on his work clothes. The uniform consisted of a contemporary gray polo shirt with darker accents on the collar, edges of the short sleeves, and lining the pocket (where he had a brass-colored nametag that read Peter), a half-apron at the waist, and clean black slacks and worn but still presentable and clean kitchen safe shoes. “Well?”

“Very nice. I was a little worried the color scheme would be something awful, like… yellow,” Peter 2 grinned.

“Ha! Two broke girls. Nahhh… might get more tips if it were, though. Out of pity. This is a standard color from the manufacturer, not custom. It’s a small business.”

“You look good. Here’s your breakfast. I’ll see you around 10?”

“Yes. Um… I wish I could leave you my phone, but… then I couldn’t contact you back anyway…”

“No, don’t worry about it. I’ll just go back to bed for a while.”

“Okay. I love you so much. Feel free to raid the kitchen for food? Please do.” Peter 1 grabbed a lightweight oversized hoodie and put it on, then grabbed Peter 2 for another hug and lingering kiss, then waved and headed out the door.

“Morning, Peter! Ugh, is that your weird oatmeal breakfast in a cup thing? Dude… I could not handle that texture first thing in the morning…” The line cook greeted. Peter 1 rolled his eyes and set about making the coffee.

“Morning Danny. Yeah, I know you’d rather hit a blinker on your vape and then slam a five hour energy shot with a waterboy for a chaser…” Peter 1 teased. “Gonna have a coronary before you’re forty, my guy.”

“Eh. Hey, can you do me a solid real quick and lift up this oven? I swear to God, Frank dropped the good turner and kicked it under here and didn’t tell nobody, and if I have to use the other one for my over easy eggs and the yolks break on me in the middle of the rush one more God damned time, I’m gonna lose it…”

“Uh…”

“… C’mon, dude. I saw you move the cardboard dumpster out of the loading zone last week. I know you’re like… enhanced, or whatever they call it. Extra shift meal for the rest of the month, on me. I won’t spread it around. Please?”

“Fine… gimmie something to cover my uniform, I don’t wanna get grease on my shirt.” Peter 1 took his apron off and stowed it by the register, then followed Danny back to the kitchen. He put on the proffered chef coat and full-length apron, then crouched down beside the piece of equipment. “Um. Gloves too, please.” Danny passed him a box and he put on a double layer of vinyl gloves, then started gingerly feeling around the bottom of the oven to find the most structurally sound spot to lift, finally settling on grabbing it by the wheels. He lifted slowly, trying not to jostle it out of place too much in case it disconnected from the gas, stopping when the front was about a foot off the ground. “… good enough?”

“Fuck, man…! Yeah! … Oh shit there it is, I fucking knew it!!” Danny crawled down beside him and snatched up the grill tool, then backed out again. “Fucking lifesaver.” He took it to the dish pit and started scrubbing it down. “Dude if you weren’t such a touch-me-not I would blow you in the bathroom right now. Seriously. I’m taking this turner home with me from now on, Frank can go fuck himself.”

“Uh!” Peter 1 blushed, peeling the gloves into the trash.

“… Sorry, uh. That was, um, that was a joke and I hope I didn’t make you freak out? I mean unless you don’t want it to be a joke…”

“Danny,” Peter 1 laughed, “Oh my God…”

“Seriously please don’t freak out and quit, and that blowjob offer is a Schrödinger’s cat we can just let it go or like…”

“Danny, I have a boyfriend.”

“Oh for real?? Oh sweet, dude! I’m happy for you! He better be good enough for you, or it’s not just me, it’ll be all the regulars on his ass…”

“He is.”

“Hell yeah.” Danny smiled, then tipped his head towards the dining area at the sound of the door bells. “Got a customer.”

#spiderculeau #self indulgence at its finest #crack treated seriously #spiderman #peter 2

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dccomicsimagines · 2 years ago

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The Kid and the Bum - Batfamily Imagine - Part Three

Part One Part One.Five Part Two

Warning - Gun Violence, Injuries, Death

Requested by @silly-thinkings - I was wondering if you can do a chapter for “kid and the bum” series. Where when reader gets rescued by Jason they call him dad for the first time.

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The store was busy for a Wednesday at one o’clock in the afternoon. Jason carefully maneuvered his cart around two older ladies chatting away about the Justice League’s latest heroics. It took all he had not to roll his eyes.

He stopped by a display of cereal to check the list you had made him. A smile pulled at his lips as he thought about you buzzing around this morning. You shoved the list in his hand, demanding he get everything that you required for your birthday party.

Jason shook his head. “Who would have thought I’d have to plan a birthday party?” he mumbled to himself. You listed a bunch of decorations, plus cake and cookies. He leaned in and saw the cookies said Alfred’s cookies specifically. That was fair. Alfred’s cookies were superior to all.

He moved through the rest of the store, avoiding people as he got everything you wanted. He noticed people were all talking to each other and looking at their phones, but Jason didn’t concern himself with it as he was focused on getting ingredients for dinner tonight.

When he moved to the check out counter, he noticed the clerk was distracted by their phone. “Oh my god,” the clerk said, eyes wide. She looked up at Jason. “Did you hear the news?”

Jason blinked, putting items on the counter. “No, what’s going on?” He hoped it wasn’t just going to be celebrity news again. This clerk in particular loved to share gossip about Bruce Wayne. Jason had to swallow a chuckle. Not that it wasn’t entertaining to hear.

“The Joker took over Elliot Elementary.” Jason’s blood ran cold. His hand dropping the pack of streamers on the floor.

“What?” His chest tightened, he gasped for air.

The clerk nodded, looking at him worriedly. “Yeah, it just came out. He’s got a news crew recording the whole thing.”

Jason thought about you. How happy you were when he dropped you off. Now you were in his worst nightmare. “I gotta go. I’m sorry.” Jason left all his groceries and sprinted out of the store. His body felt numb. An atomic bomb could have went off right now and Jason wouldn’t feel it. Every cell in his body knew he had to get to you.

He got to his bike and juggled his phone out of his pocket, dialing your number. Bruce had recently given you a phone. Jason allowed it only because you were so happy about it. It went straight to voicemail. Right, you would have it off when you were at school. You probably weren’t near your phone. Jason knew you would have turned it on to at least message him if you could.

The voicemail beeped. “(Y/N), I heard. Just stay safe, don’t get his attention. Keep your head down and try to hide when you get a chance. Please sweetheart.” Jason swallowed hard. “Message me when you get a chance. I’ll be there soon.”

He hung up the phone and hopped on his bike. Just as he turned on the engine, a car honked right next to him. He flinched, glancing over to see Tim and Kon parking next to his bike. “Jason, get in the car. Kon will drive your bike to the manor,” Tim said, getting out of the car.

“I don’t have time for this!” Jason shouted, revving the engine of his bike. Kon appeared in front of Jason’s bike. Jason narrowed his eyes into the deadliest look he could muster with the fear coursing through his veins. “My kid is in his hands!”

Kon shook his head. “You’re not in your right mind. You can’t go in guns blazing.”

Jason snarled. “What do you not understand?! My kid is in that monster’s hands! That freak that beat me with a crowbar then blew me up!” His hands shook. Jason’s heart ached like it was about to explode. Tim appeared next to him and turned the cycle’s key off.

“Jay, you know we need a plan.” Tim’s hand clapped on Jason’s shoulder. Jason forced himself to look at Tim. “Take a deep breath and think. (Y/N) is smart. She knows what to do and the Joker doesn’t know who she is to us.” Jason pressed a hand against his mouth to keep from screaming. “Jay, get in the car. Please.”

A breeze blew past Jason’s face, cooling his face. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Fine.” He climbed off the bike. “But you better drive fast.”

***

You stumbled up the steps of the school bus. Joker’s henchmen stood around with guns. Kids were crying, but you didn’t. You looked around as you took a seat next to two other kids toward the middle of the bus. Exit in the back and in the roof. You were closest to the roof exit, but you wouldn’t be able to reach it on your own. The last of the kids got on and two more henchmen came on to stand in the front and the back. Kids mumbled in fear.

Cursing under your breath, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get out of this bus now. You sat back in your seat, letting the kid sitting next to you take your hand and squeeze your fingers to the point of hurting.

You used your free hand to slip your phone out of your pocket and tucked it under your thigh while pressing the power button. Before you were taken out of your classroom, you had slipped into your cubby and grabbed it.

Once your phone was on, you did a quick glance down at it to see Jason had called you. He must know what was going on, but did he know you were taken out of the school? You bit your lip before tapping the emergency app Bruce had shown you how to use.

The bus hit a bump in the road, making kids scream. “Shut up!” The henchman in front said, pointing his gun at everyone. It went quiet.

You swallowed hard and put your phone back in your pocket. “Hurry up, bum,” you whispered to yourself.

***

Jason bounced his knee as Bruce drove the batmobile through the city. He glanced out the window before eyeing the blinking red dot on the dashboard. “It’s been a hour since (Y/N) triggered her alert.”

Bruce hummed, tapping the comm button. “Report.”

“The teachers are safe. They were locked in the gym with only a few men guarding them. All the students were transported elsewhere,” Dick said first.

“Nightwing, I need you to send me today’s attendance records.” Oracle’s voice sounded strained. “I just finished a program that I uploaded to your lenses. It will help us make sure all students are accounted for.”

Jason crossed his arms to keep his hands from shaking. His mind kept playing cruel tricks on him, making him imagine how scared you were, how you could end up dying like he did. Jason pressed a hand against his mouth. His skin felt cold and clammy.

Bruce glanced over at him before speeding up. “Red Robin, Batgirl, what’s the status?”

“One bus is at Ace Chemicals. They are unloading the kids,” Tim said. “Do you want us to move in before they take the kids inside?”

“Yes.” Bruce reached over to rest his hand on Jason’s knee. Jason stilled. “Has anyone seen Joker?”

“Other bus is by the docks. Looks like they are planning on driving it into the bay. Superboy and I are moving in,” Damian said sharply. “No sign of Joker.”

Jason eyed your tracker. “They’re taking (Y/N) out of the city.”

Bruce frowned, glancing at the screen. “We’re following (Y/N)’s bus. They are leaving city limits. Spoiler and Starfire, what’s your status?”

Spoiler panted over the comms. “We extracted the kids from our bus. The driver drove the bus straight into Iceberg lounge. No casualties.”

“Good work. Let me know when you find Joker.” Bruce turned off the comm. “Jason, hold yourself together. (Y/N) needs you.”

“I am.” He flinched away from Bruce’s hand when he noticed it lingered. “I hate that he hasn’t been seen yet. You know what that means. He’s using the other buses as decoys.”

Bruce pursed his lips. His eyes on the road. “We’ll get her.”

Jason ran a hand through his hair before slipping his helmet over his head. He closed his eyes, falling into a meditation the League of Shadows taught him back in the day. It calmed his mind, readying him to save you.

***

You hopped down the steps of the bus, frowning at the decrepit nightmare that was the Arkham Orphanage. Alfred told you a lot about the history of Gotham and about the five families. You wondered why were the Arkhams allowed to be in charge of this sort of thing.

“Get moving.” One of the henchmen pushed you along. You stumbled into the kid in front of you before catching yourself. There were whimpers and sniffles, but all the kids were quiet. You swallowed hard, looking around for a way to escape, but there were more men with guns here. They lined the way right to the front door.

You wrung your hands together as you stepped inside the cold, haunted building. Dust was everywhere. Parts of the ceiling were caving in. You crossed your arms to try to stop your hands from shaking. A laugh you never wanted to hear echoed from somewhere inside the orphanage. A shiver went down your spine.

“Hurry up, Bum.” You followed the other kids to what looked like an old lunchroom. The men forced everyone to take a seat by the old lunch tables. You swallowed hard. Bouncing your knee, you tried to think of an escape plan. If you needed to, you could duck under the table. Of course, where you go from there is the problem.

“Look at all these kiddies,” Joker laughed, popping out of the door at the opposite end of the lunchroom. Kids screamed. A few started to cry. You stayed silent. Don’t attract attention. Jason’s words echoed in your head. “We’re going to have lots of fun.” He danced around the room before pointing a gun at a Kindergartener in the first row. The poor Kindergartener screamed as he pulled the trigger. You flinched.

Luckily, only a bang flag popped out. You relaxed slightly as all the kids screamed and cried in terror. Suddenly, your heart raced. Pressure built up inside of you and you found yourself standing up. “Leave them alone, you sick bastard!”

The room fell silent. You heard the blood pounding in your ears as the Joker’s focus turned to you. Jason was going to be mad, but you couldn’t do nothing. You needed to protect the other kids. One of the men came up behind you and smacked the back of your head with his gun. You grunted. Stars swarmed your vision.

“We have a brave one here, boys.” Joker laughed, gesturing toward you. “Now let’s show these kiddies what we do to brave ones.” You blinked away the stars and swallowed hard. Jason was going to be so mad at you.

***

“Take the northwest window. I’ll go through the door. All the kids are inside the old dining room,” Bruce ordered through the comm as Jason climbed over the Orphanage wall and dropped into the old playground.

Jason tapped the side of his helmet, scanning for the heat signatures. A huge cluster was in what Bruce said was the dining room. However, Jason caught a few heat signatures on the second floor. “I got some upstairs too.”

“Save the group of kids first, then we’ll go to the second floor.” Bruce growled. Jason saw Bruce kick open the front door and head inside. He shook his head. Your life was at risk, but Bruce wanted to be dramatic. Taking a deep breath, Jason waited until Bruce entered the dining room before he took out his grapple gun and aimed it toward the window. The first shots rang out. Jason clenched his hands to stop the shaking and fired the grapple.

He flew toward the window at high speed. As he was about to hit, he somersaulted and broke through the glass of the window. The glass shattered. Jason adjusted his aim slightly, kicking out one of the gunmen before flipping and sliding into a landing. “Go kids. Run.” He nodded toward the door. Kids started to run. Bruce was taking down three gunmen on the other side of the room. Jason shot the one closet to him, scanning the crowd of kids. Their names popped up on his vid.

“Cops are outside the Orphanage for extraction.” Barbara sounded relieved. Jason swallowed hard when he couldn’t find you among the kids.

“I’m going to check out the signatures upstairs.” Jason sprinted past Bruce and the gunmen. The stairs were old and creaked beneath his weight.

“Hood, wait,” Bruce said, but Jason ignored him. He tapped the side of his helmet and followed the heat signatures to a room at the far end of the building. A scream came from inside. Jason’s blood ran cold. He knew that scream.

“(Y/N)!” Jason kicked open the door. The sight inside made his stomach drop to his feet. You were chained to one of the old metal beds. Joker stood over you with a crowbar. Jason noticed the two gunmen in the corners and shot them immediately. “Get away from her, Joker.”

“Well look who’s here, my brave one,” Joker said, raising the crowbar to hit you again. Raw rage bubbled up inside Jason as he shot the crowbar out of Joker’s hand. “Ouch, now Hoodie, that was rude.”

You didn’t move on the bed, panting weakly with your eyes closed. Jason noticed your breaths were uneven. Your ribs had to be broken. Jason’s own ribs ached. A flash of an old warehouse with a crowbar and that evil laughing clown popped before his eyes. Jason shook his head, aiming the gun for Joker’s head.

“Back away from the girl, Joker.” Jason stepped forward. His finger itched to pull the trigger, but he could never kill someone in front of you. You didn’t need those nightmares.

The Joker laughed, reaching for his pocket. Jason rolled his eyes and sprinted forward to slam his gun against Joker’s temple. Joker fell like a sack of potatoes. Jason kicked him in the ribs for good measure before kneeling down beside the bed and undoing your chains. “Hey sweetheart. I’m here, don’t worry,” he soothed softly.

You opened your eyes. “Dad,” you whispered. Jason flinched, looking into your eyes. His heart melted at the sight.

“Yeah, Dad’s here.” Jason undid the last chain and carefully examined your body. You whined. “I’m sorry. I got to make sure I can safely move you.” Your ribs were broken, maybe some internal bleeding. Blood caked the back of your head. Jason bit his lip. Joker wasn’t hurting you for long. Thank goodness.

Jason carefully scooped you up in his arms, cradling you against his chest. He started toward the door. “Dad? Did I hear that right?” Joker cackled. Jason’s blood ran ice cold. So the Joker didn’t know about your connection to him...until now. “Does Hoodie have a kiddy? Oh my, what does the big old Bat say about that?” The Joker sat up. “Uncle Joker will just have to steal some more time with the kiddo. After all, it take a village to raise a child.”

Joker’s laugh chilled Jason’s blood. He tightened his arms around you as he glanced back at the Joker. Joker got to his feet, wiping the blood from his temple. Jason backed away from him, moving you to one arm as he pulled out his gun again.

Sometimes one decision changes everything. Jason knew this well. He chose to steal the tires off the batmobile, and he chose to go find his real mother. The consequences of those decisions changed his life. Of course, taking you in was one of those decisions. One of the best ones he had ever made. Jason glanced down at you to find your eyes closed and relaxed. You knew you were safe with him.

He looked back up at Joker. The rage bubbled up from inside. You wouldn’t be safe if Joker knew you were connected to him. There would always be that fear that he would find you, hurt you, kill you. In that moment, Jason made the decision without any regret.

He moved his hand to block your view of Joker. “No.”

Bang!

Blood and brain matter splattered. The shot echoed throughout the Orphanage. Jason’s ears rung. You didn’t stir. He thanked whatever higher being who existed for that.

“Red Hood!” Batman’s voice grew near. Jason put his gun away and walked out of the room with you cradled in his arms. Batman slid to a stop when he saw him. Jason just shook his head and brushed past him, only thinking of getting you out of this terrible place.

***

Once he dropped you off with a EMT, he stole one of the Jokers’ motorcycles and followed your ambulance to the city. Once the ambulance was at the hospital, Jason drove to the nearest safe house and cleaned up. He scrubbed his suit, getting rid of the evidence.

His phone rang multiple times, but Jason ignored it. He knew answering the phone wouldn’t do any good. Jason expected to feel more. Maybe regret? But all he could feel was worry and fear for you.

He tossed his suit to dry on the bathroom counter before stepping into the shower. Turning the water on hot, Jason scrubbed his skin until he was pink and raw. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you with the Joker.

“Jason?!” Tim said suddenly. Jason flinched, knocking his head against the low shower head. He groaned, opening the shower curtain to peek out as Tim opened the door. He was still in his Red Robin uniform. Tim’s face blushed, but his shoulders dropped. “Oh thank god. You gave us all a scare.”

“Throw me a towel. I have to get to the hospital.” Jason held out a hand. Tim grabbed a towel off the rank and tossed it to him before turning around. Jason slammed off the water. “If you’re going to arrest me, you can wait until I make sure (Y/N) is alright.”

“I’m not going to arrest you.” Tim crossed his arms, keeping his back to Jason. Jason dried himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. “I wanted to make sure you’re okay. I know you did what you had to.”

Jason snorted. “Is that what Bruce is saying?” Jason stepped out of the shower and brushed past Tim to head to the bedroom. Tim followed.

“Who cares what Bruce says? He’s not going to arrest you. I confirmed that.” Tim bit his lip as Jason dug through the dresser. He pulled out a shirt that was too small and threw it over his shoulder. Tim dodged the shirt.

“Okay, then why are you here?” Jason tugged a shirt over his head. It was tight, probably one of Dick’s, but it would work.

“To make sure you’re okay.” Tim turned his back again as Jason found a pair of boxers and jeans. “I mean...you just killed the Joker.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “It’s worse for (Y/N).” He pulled on the clothes and brushed past Tim to the door. “I got to go to her.”

“Jay, wait. Let me change and we’ll together.” Tim grabbed his arm. Jason held back the urge to snap at him. “Please. I don’t think you should be alone.”

“Fine, but move fast.” He jerked his arm out of Tim’s grasp. Tim turned and jogged into the bedroom. Jason took a seat on the couch in the living room. He bounced his knee, hoping you wouldn’t wake up before he arrived.

***

Thunder boomed as Jason barged through the hospital doors. The lobby was full of worried parents and scared kids. Apparently the cops were using the hospital as a meeting place to get the kids back to their parents. Jason bit his lip and pushed through to get to one of the receptionist. “I’m looking for my kid. (Y/N) Todd,” he demanded, making several parents shuffle away from him.

“If you could help us, please,” Tim added, resting a hand on Jason’s shoulder. Jason took a deep breath. He ran a hand over his face.

“Of course.” The receptionist nodded. She had dark circles under her eyes and her hands shook slightly. Jason’s heart went out to her. “(Y/N) Todd is currently being treated. I’ll have a nurse come out and get you. Please stand by the ER doors.” She gave them a tight smile.

“Thank you.” Jason tapped the desk before pushing his way through the crowd. Tim followed, eyes wide at all the parents, kids, and cops around.

“Maybe I’m never here for this part, but this is a mess,” Tim mumbled to Jason as they leaned against the wall by the ER doors.

Jason snorted. “Yeah.” He pinched the bridge of his nose to hold off the headache.

The two men fell silent. Jason’s heart ached. He wanted to see you, know you were okay and make sure you knew nothing about what he did. You didn’t stir at the shot, but maybe...

“Hi. Are you (Y/N)’s dad?” a kid asked, approaching him nervously. Their parents were a step away, filling out paperwork.

Jason cleared his throat. You had called him Dad only a few hours before. He never thought you would. Your relationship wasn’t that way, but it felt right. “Yeah, I am.”

The kid grinned. “You should be proud of (Y/N). She saved us.” Jason’s eyes widened. His knees almost gave out, but he caught himself on the wall. The kid didn’t notice. “When the Joker was pointing guns at us and was trying to scare us, (Y/N) stood up and told him to leave us alone. It was very brave.” Their parents called them over. The kid waved and ran off.

“Jay, you okay?” Tim bit his lip, grabbing Jason’s arm to stop him from sliding to the floor.

“She disobeyed me. I told her to keep out of sight and not to attract attention.” His chest tightened.

Tim squeezed Jason’s arm hard to get Jason to look at him. “Hey, (Y/N) is okay. Let’s just focus on that.”

Jason found himself nodding. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Right, yeah.”

The nurse appeared to collect them. She led them through the ER. It was busy. Lots of kids and parents, doctors jumping from bed to bed. “(Y/N) just got out of surgery. She had some internal bleeding, but should be fine.” The nurse sent them a smile as they reached recovery. “Third bed down.”

Jason jogged down and flung open the curtain to find you, pale, but breathing steadily. The heart monitors beeped, reassuring him. Jason’s knees gave out as he fell into the chair next to your bed. He grabbed your hand. You were cold. Jason rubbed your hand between his.

Tim sat down in the chair by your feet. He took out his phone, talking to someone in low tones. Jason didn’t bother to eavesdrop. His focus was only on you.

***

Hours later, Tim sat back in his chair in your private hospital room. Jason was asleep in the lounge chair that the Wayne Foundation recently added to all the rooms for patients’ families. You were still asleep as well only waking up briefly to see Jason.

The sunrise drifted in from the window. Tim got up and opened the curtains a bit to fill the room with natural light. Jason shifted in his sleep.

A knock came from the door. Tim turned, smiling when he saw Kon, Steph, and Cass peeking in. “Hey, they’re both asleep.” He noticed Cass had a container full of cookies while Kon and Steph had several presents in their arms.

“Aww, too bad,” Steph fake whispered loudly. Tim noticed Jason tensed, knowing he was awake. He decided not to draw attention to it. “It’s a big day for the birthday girl.”

Kon took a stuffed tiger out of one of the bags and tucked it next to you. “Happy birthday, (Y/N),” he whispered, gently stroking a hair off your forehead. Tim blushed at the sight, falling more in love than before. Steph poked Tim’s side with a playful smirk.

“So how’s Jason?” Steph whispered for real this time.

Tim shrugged. “He’s okay. Focused on (Y/N).” He bit his lip when he saw Jason’s eyebrow twitch. “Is Dick and Kori coming with the decorations?”

“Yes, soon. Kori had to feed the baby first,” Cass said softly, watching Jason. “He’s awake.”

Tim shook his head. Kon came to Tim’s side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Tim leaned into him. Jason opened his eyes. “Yeah, who wouldn’t wake up when Steph is so loud,” Jason said, rubbing a hand over his face. Tim wondered if it was hitting him yet. Then again, it was Jason. He hid everything well.

Steph stuck out her tongue at him. “Well, Alfred and Damian are going to bring the cake.” She danced over to poke Jason’s side. “Look at you, now we did all the work for you.”

“Sorry, I was busy.” Jason sat up with a groan. His back cracked loudly. “Did (Y/N) wake up?”

“No, she’s still asleep, but the nurse said she’s doing fine and should wake up soon.” Tim said, glancing at his watch. “We should all get some breakfast.”

“I’ll stay here with (Y/N).” Jason got out of his seat and stretched before moving to sit in the chair closest to you. He took your hand, kissing your knuckles. Tim and the others watched.

Cass patted Jason’s shoulder. “We will bring you something.” She and Steph left the room.

“You’ll be okay, Jay?” Tim asked as Kon took his hand.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Timbo.” Jason’s eyes stayed on you. Tim smiled and left with Kon. He knew Jason would be fine until they got back at least.

***

Jason studied your face. There was a slight furrow in your brow. He rested a hand on your forehead. You relaxed. “Are you awake, sweetheart? I know Steph was loud.” He smiled as your arm hugged the stuffed tiger closer to your side.

“Water?” you whispered, opening your eyes. Jason quickly poured you a cup and helped you sip from it. He hummed, noting how you winced at the movement.

“Do you want me to call the nurse for more meds?” Jason asked once you were settled back against your pillows. You shook your head, looking at the tiger then around the room. A little smile pulled at your lips at the sight of the presents. Jason’s heart melted slightly.

You giggled. “I’ve got to stop ending up like this.” Your eyes clouded slightly. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, kiddo. You just keep me on my toes.” Jason kissed your forehead, swallowing back a flash of blood splatter before his eyes. He’d take trauma from you any day. “Happy birthday.”

“Wow, it’s already tomorrow.” You licked your lips and smiled up at him. Jason’s heart skipped a beat. He knew in that moment he’d never regret killing the Joker, not if it kept you happy and carefree. “Are we having my party here?”

Jason snorted, eyeing the presents. He stood up and grabbed the container. “Well, we’re having a party here. I’d imagine we’d have a better one once you’re better.” Popping open the lid, he was met with the addicting smell of Alfred’s cookies. “Guess what?”

“Cookies?” You perked up immediately. “Alfred’s cookies?!”

Jason laughed, sitting on the edge of your bed before offering you a cookie. You happily took one. Eventually, Jason knew he would have to face what he did, but for now, he’d focus on the here and now.

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sprinklesofktrash · 3 years ago

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Captain Na Jaemin -n.jaemin

Pairing: pilot! Jaemin x fem reader

Warnings: fluff, smut, passionate sex, slow burn, tensions, language, kissing, moaning, fingering, receiving, giving, mentions of cum. It’s a cute love story overall.

Word counts: 7.6k (It’s a lot but bare with me loves)

Summary: Meeting someone at the airport once doesn’t mean anything but meeting them twice, that’s just fate. You didn’t expect the pilot who helped you or become something more. After all, he met your parents. What’s next?

“Hello? Yeah, I just got off,” you spoke on the phone. You went to claim the baggage area. “You’re going to be late? Haein, you are always late!” You groan irritatedly on the phone.

“I know I’m sorry, mom is making food and dad kept rambling on about the fish she caught” she explains. You rolled your eyes. “Fine, just be safe and don’t rush,” you told your younger sister. You hung up the phone and waited for your luggage.

As you waited, you were growing impatient because you kept seeing everyone claiming their baggage and you were the only one left.

“Where’s my luggage?!” You mutter under your breath. You watch someone claim the last baggage. You groan and realized they must’ve lost your baggage.

This always happens whenever you travel back to Seoul. They always lose your baggage or it was in a different area. You huff and decide to find customer service.

As you were searching in your bag for your ID and paperwork, you accidentally bump into someone and all of your items fell out of your bag.

“I’m so sorry” you apologize as you kneel and retrieve your stuff. The person tried to help you too.

You look up meeting a pair of gorgeous brown eyes and a very chiseled jawline. His beauty caught your eyes. “It’s alright, are you okay?” He asks a smile spreading his face.

You blink your eyes a few times before resuming you pick up the last thing. “Yes I’m alright” you laugh nervously. You both stand up as he handed you your purse.

He was wearing a uniform, that similar uniform you’ve seen pilots wear.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking. They lost my baggage and now I’m trying to get things straight” you told him his frustration.

“Oh wow, did you need help? I can show you where the guest services are?” He insists. You felt bad, he’s probably tired from his flights.

“I’ll be fine, you probably had a long flight. I wouldn’t want to intrude on you” your fingertips brushed against his as you take your bag from him.

“It’s alright, I have time” he checks his watch before looking back at you. You couldn’t say no, “if you insist, thank you” you smile as he led the way.

You followed behind him, watching his back view mainly. With his honey brown hair, his fit body, the way he walks, even from the back he looks cute.

He held the door open for you and let you enter. You had told the lady your situation as he stands on the side, waiting for you.

“We’re very sorry for the inconvenience ma’am, there must’ve been a mistake. There was an accident with the baggage handler, they must’ve been mixed your bags up. It went on a different airplane” she explains.

“Where is it now?” You tried not to show your annoyance. “Japan.” She responded.

“Japan?!” You exclaim. You glance at the guy and quickly cleared your throat. “How long will it take them to deliver to me?” You ask.

She types something on her computer, “in two days” she looks apologetic. You sigh, at least you’ll be staying with your parents so it’s okay.

“That’s fine,” you told her. She had told you she’ll make sure she’ll hold onto your information and will call you as soon as it arrives.

He had to walk you out of the room, you laugh nervously, trying to play it cool. “I’m sorry to take your time, I’ll be fine now. Please, you should get going and rest” you told him.

The guy chuckles as he put his hand inside his pocket, fuck he’s so hot.

“Alrighty, I hope you’ll get your luggage back” he smiles at you again. You tried to hold in your breath at how gorgeous he looked.

“Thank you again” you smile at him.

“You’re welcome, have a good day” with that he left. You scream internally as you watch him leave. You forgot to ask for his name, it was your last time seeing him.

“Where’s all your stuff?” Your sister asks as she looks around, looking for your luggage. You groan.

“They lost it again?!” She yelled. You shake your head no, “there’s an accident. I don’t feel like explaining, let’s go!” You yelled irritatedly at your sister.

She took your carry-on and put it in the bag seat while you settled yourself in the front.

Jaemin had seen you coming out of the terminal, he was putting his luggage away in his car. He watches you greeting someone and telling her what had happened.

He notice how irritated you looked, he laughs to himself because you were probably holding it in. He closes his trunk and gets in his car. He looks at his rearview mirror to watch your leave.

A smile spread his face.

“That pilot sounded nice, at least he helped you,” your mom said. You agreed.

“Do you like this pilot?” Your dad asks as he was narrowing his eyes at you. You hit your dad gently, “don’t be funny. I don’t even him, plus I did bump into him. I felt bad if I turn down his assistance” you explain to him.

Your dad wasn’t buying it. “Anyways, do you want to see the fish I caught today?” Your dad asks happily as he pulls out his phone.

Your mom and younger sister exchange groans, making you laugh.

A few days went by, you went back to the airport to get your suitcase. They had contacted you earlier saying they receive it. You made your way to guest service as they made you sign the paperwork and you finally get your luggage back.

Happily, you walk out with your bag. “Um, hello!” You heard a man’s voice speak. You look up from your phone to see Jaemin again. Your eyes widen, you didn’t expect to see him again. He notice you got your luggage back.

“Um, hi!” You smile back at him. He pointed at your luggage, “you got your stuff back!” He said. You nodded. You look down at his outfit, “did you just come back from somewhere?” You ask.

He shrug, “Yes from London” he nodded. Your mouth forms an O. “Oh wow, I bet you had a long flight” you laugh nervously.

“It was so and so” He chuckles. You nodded. “I-I’ll let you carry on. It was nice meeting you” you smile at him. He smiles back before watching you leave.

As you waited outside for your sister to arrive, you were growing impatient. “Where could she be to make her always be late?” you mutter to yourself after checking your phone for the 5th time.

“Did you need a ride?” You look up, noticing Jaemin pull up in front of you. You laugh nervously. “I’m just waiting on my sister” you showed him your phone.

“Come in, I’ll give you a ride” He suggests. You look down at your feet and then up at him, “I don’t want to trouble you. You’re probably tired after that long flight” you told him. He shakes his head no, “it’s fine. It’s the least I could do” He said. You bit your lips and look to your left to check if your sister had pulled up. You then nodded.

Jaemin got out of the car and ran to your side. He helped you with your luggage, “I could’ve done it, it was heavy” you said quietly. Jaemin put it in his trunk. He then smiles at you, “you got it” you chuckle. He opens the door for you as you shyly get into the car.

He ran to the driver's side and buckle himself in. “Where do you live?” He asks. You had told him your address, he ended up chuckling.

“That’s funny, I live near there,” He said. You gasp and nodded. “I’ve never seen you around” you look outside your window.

“I’m barely home. It’s traveling season so I only come home for sometime before going coming back” He explains. You nodded, “you’re a busy man, I see” he nodded.

“It’s not that bad, I get to see new places” he smiles. The two of you talked in the car, it was mainly about him traveling. It feels so weird seeing him for the second time in a week.

“Thank you again,” you stand by his driver’s side. Jaemin look at your family’s restaurant and nodded. “My name is Jaemin” he put his hand out from the window for you to shake. You’ve always wanted to know his name.

“Y/n” you shake his hand. You felt electricity spark as you touch his hand. Jaemin smiles as you before you let go of his hand. “I hope to see you again, y/n” he calls your name. The way it smoothly came out of his mouth, felt so refreshing.

“I hope you have a good rest before your next flight” you smile. Jaemin thank you before you both wave goodbye. You watch his car drive away and soon disappear.

“Honey, you’re back? Where’s Haein?” Your mom asks as she wipes her hands on her apron.

“I could ask you the same question” you sat down. Your mom looks at you confusingly, “she didn’t pick you up?” She asks.

“No! She never responds to my text!” You said frustratingly. Your mom looks at your dad. “Does she have a boyfriend that I don’t know of?” You ask.

“Even if she does we didn’t know,” your dad said. You all exchanged looks before the customer came in. You quickly roll your luggage to your room before helping your parents out with their store.

The night was coming, people come in and out. It’s a Saturday night, usually, it’s busy but you weren’t sure why there’s no one coming in.

The door slides open as you greet the customer. “Jaemin?” You call out his name. Your dad’s head pop to the side. He looks at you before following your eyes onto the guy.

“Y/n, hi” he waves. You clean your hands and made your way up to him. He looks even more handsome without his pilot uniform. He looks more comfortable in jeans and a sweater.

“What are you doing here?” You chuckle. “I wanted to try out the food here” he smiles. “I saw it earlier when I drop you off and got hungry so I came here” he smiles at you.

Both of you look at each other before the silence is cut off by your parents. “Earlier? Did he drop you off earlier?” You can tell your mom was curious from her tone.

“Oh, sorry. This is Jaemin, he helped me out with my lost luggage the other day. He happened to be at the airport today too and drop me off since Haein wasn’t picking up her phone” you explain to your parents.

Your mom touch her heart, you know she was already liking the guy. Your dad, on the other hand, was glaring at Jaemin. Your mom mentions he to sit down.

“I’ll fix you up with our best meal here,” your mom said. She hurried back to the kitchen as you glance at Jaemin. You both laugh shyly before his eyes land on your dad.

“Dad! Stop staring!” You said quietly. He didn’t listen. “So why are you near my daughter?” He crosses his arms together.

Jaemin chuckles, “it’s part of my duty to help anyone I come across of. Your daughter happens to be one of them” he smiles, taking a sip of his drink.

“Hmm, what’s your job?” Your dad was curious. “Dad!” You whispered his name again.

“I’m a pilot actually” he smiles. Your dad unfold his arms and nodded. “Do they pay you good?” He asks.

Before you could hit your dad, your mom came and hit him for you. Your dad jumped. “Honey! You’re putting the poor kid in the spotlight! Stop it!” Your mom hiss at her husband. She put the bowl of warm soup in front of him.

Your mom smiles before sitting down in front of Jaemin. “So you’re a pilot? That’s amazing! You must’ve traveled a lot” your mom said. Jaemin chuckled and nodded.

“Thank you for helping my daughter, I’m glad she met someone like you” your hand rubs your back. You mutter something at her but she shrugs it off. They all watch Jaemin take a bite of the noodles.

Jaemin who was shy gently take a sip of the soup before his eyes widen, “wow! This is amazing!” He couldn’t believe the flavorful spoon of the broth got him to melt.

“Of course it is, my wife is an excellent cooker” your dad brag. You rolled your eyes.

“Thank you so much for dinner, it was the best home-cooked meal I’ve had in a while” Jaemin pats his stomach. Your mom smiles as she touches her heart.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. If you live nearby, make sure you come as often. I would love to cook for you again” your mom said. Your dad glance at her and then back at Jaemin.

“Honey, do you still love me? From the way you look at him seems like our marriage is at stake” your dad said in a serious tone. Your mom hisses at him before hitting his back. “Don’t talk like that, honey, see him out for us” your mom said. You nodded.

You both made your way outside, you look around for his car. “Did you not drive?” You ask. Jaemin shook his head no.

“It’s nice weather today so I thought I’d walk” he smiles. You nodded.

“Thank you for coming, it means a lot for my mom. She rarely sees me with friends and it made her day knowing that you know me” you smile as you both walk quietly in the empty street.

“Do you now have friends?” He asks. You shake your head no. “I like to keep myself busy and don’t bother finding friends. I have my sister and my dad. They’re practically like my friend” you chuckle.

Jaemin also laughs, “your dad, he’s very funny” Jaemin scratches his head. You rolled your eyes and nodded. “I hope he didn’t make you uncomfortable, I know he was a lot” you rub your arms.

Suddenly, the evening air started to get cold. “Are you cold?” He asks. You look at him and shake your head no.

“I’m fine” you chuckle. Jaemin didn’t take that as a no. He pull over his purple hoodie and handed it to you.

“Oh no! You’ll be cold” you push his hands back. Jaemin chuckles, “then you’ll get sick. You have an important job, I’d be sad if you ever miss it” you look down at the sweater before back at him.

“My place is just up the street, please. Wear it” he begs you. You bit your lip before taking his sweater. You look at him as he waits patiently for you to put on.

Your body temperature went up quickly, feeling how warm the sweater was on you. You could even smell his musky cologne. Jaemin smiles when feel content seeing you in his hoodie.

“I think your dad is a good person. I wish to have a father like him. The way he cared for his daughter is truly remarkable” he said. You chuckle and nodded.

“His favorite thing in the world are his two daughters, whom he adored so much. Not a day goes by without him calling me three times a day to check on me” you laugh. Jaemin nodded.

“Do you now live here?” He asks. You shake your head no. “I live in Australia at the moment. My job requires a lot of traveling. I was stationed in Australia for a year now” you explain to him.

“What is it that you do?” He asks as you both find your way to the park and sat down at the benches.

“I’m a consultant, my company requires me to travel to wherever they want me to be” you nodded. Jaemin mouth ‘wow’.

“That’s amazing actually” he was amazed. “Now I know why your dad kept you close beside him” he chuckles.

“Yes, you’re right” you agreed with him. You both ended up laughing. Your eyes wander down to his arms, watching the goosebump from the cold evening form on his arms.

“Are you cold? I could give your sweater back” you suggest. Jaemin stop your hands from pulling the sweater over.

The way your body froze at his touch. Jaemin’s eyes look down at yours. You both hold your gaze at each other.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said, quietly. Jaemin retracted his hands back. You suddenly can move again.

“I should let you go back home then, I don’t want to keep you out here for too long” Jaemin rubs his palms on his jeans. You cleared your throat and nodded.

“Thank you again, I had an amazing time with your family. Send them my regards” Jaemin stands up. He gave you a small wave before walking away.

You look down at the oversized sweater you’re wearing, “wait-“ you look up. Jaemin was gone. A smile creeps up your face before laughing to yourself.

You went back to your parent's house and did your night routine. After getting out of the bathroom, you watch how neatly you folded Jaemin’s sweater.

Your fingers ran over them before picking them up to smell them. Your eyes flutter shut as you smell his fragrance.

A week had passed, you haven’t seen Jaemin. Every time the restaurant door opened, your head would snap to check if it was him. When it was just a customer you would look down.

You have grown fond of his presence. You wished to see him one more time or many more times as matter of fact.

To keep your mind off him, you would focus on your job and try to run your mom’s restaurant. Your mom knows you’re working hard to keep your mind off of him. She also felt sad for you.

A soft knock on your door before your mom came in. Your eyes look up at your mom from your computer screen, “hi” you smile at her before looking back down at the screen.

She sat on the edge of your bed, “you’ve been keeping yourself busy, is there a reason why?” She asks.

You scoff, “I may be on vacation but I still have work to do” you chuckle. Your mom smiles before she gently shut your computer screen.

“Is it because of Jaemin?” She asks. You sigh and put the computer on the table beside you.

“I just wanted to see him one more time” you admit. Your mom nodded.

“Do you like him?” She asks quietly. You shrug. You weren’t sure. You just met the guy and he even met your family, but from the way the two of you were talking, it felt right.

It’s like you can talk to him for hours without feeling shy. The way he touched you, you felt sparks all over your body, which you never felt before.

“I don’t know what I’m feeling” you rest your head on your knees. Your mom nodded, she knows what you feeling but she rather let you solve it yourself.

The next day, you got a call from your boss. He asked you to come back for two days since there’s an accident with your worker. You have to take his place for those two days before they find a replacement.

“Honey, please be safe! Come back in one piece” your mom rubs her hands on your back. You nodded as you went to hug your dad who was balling out crying.

“Dad, stop it” you groan. He nodded and try to stop crying. “I love you,” you told them before you get in the car. Having driven you to the airport. You hug your sister goodbye before you made your way to your terminal.

When you get inside the airplane, you had to put on your earphones because you don’t like your ears getting clogged from the air pressure. Little did you know, with the music blasting in your ears the pilot had made an announcement.

Jaemin was the pilot.

Throughout the flight, there was a lot of turbulence and you were feeling very nauseous. You were getting irritated and took out your earphones. You had asked the person you sat next to what’s wrong but they do not know.

At the moment, the plane is reaching the Philippines. Then, the sign to put your seatbelts turned on and the plate starts to shake more.

A lot of people started getting distressed. You close your eyes and prayed to not die today. “This is your captain speaking, we are experiencing turbulence. There’s a hurricane coming by so all flights have to make a stop at Ninoy Airport. Please be patient” the captain said.

You tried to look outside the window as dark clouds begin to form. To what it seems like hours, you had finally landed. You had message your boss that there’s a problem which he understands due to the hurricane passing air trail is at the moment.

As you waited by the entrance, you tried to find a hotel nearby but nothing seems to be working. You weren’t sure what to do and you surely do not want to be in the airport with the hurricane coming by.

“Y/n?” You turn around to meet Jaemin again. You gasp when you saw. You wanted to run up to him to hug him but you know that would be weird.

“J-Jaemin” you stutter his name. He smiles at you and starts walking up to you. “What are you doing here?” He chuckles. He starting to think meeting you at the airports is like fate.

“I was on the plane going to Australia, my boss had called me in to work” you explain. “We’re you in that flight 256?” He asks. You nodded.

“I was the captain!” He laughs. You gasp, “I had to put on my earphones at the beginning of the flight. I didn’t hear your announcement,” you told him, looking down at your shoes.

“That’s okay, are you going to wait at the airport?” He asks, looking around. You look down at your phone and nodded, “I couldn’t get a hotel on time so I thought I’d stick around” you hold your bag tighter.

“We’re not sure how long this hurricane will pass, d-do you want to rest at the hotel we’re staying in?” He suggests. Your eyes practically widen. “Are you sure?” You ask. Jaemin nodded.

“I’d rather have you stay with me to know that you’re safe than let you out of my sight” he looks down at his shoes shyly. You search your head and nodded. “Thank you” you smile shyly. He took you to his taxi cab as they drove the two of you to the hotel he was staying in.

“Are you sure you can just have anyone over?” You ask as you wait for him to open the room door.

“Of course, but you’re the first person I do this for” he admits. You purse your lips. Jaemin unlocks the door and leads the two of you inside.

The hotel was warm and cozy. Sadly, there’s only one bed. Jaemin left his suitcase by the door. “We also get free food so if you want anything you can just call” he pointed at the menu and the phone on the table.

You nodded. You place your stuff on the study desk. Jaemin sat on the couch by the window. You both look at the dark sky setting outside.

“Let’s just hope this isn’t a big storm,” Jaemin said quietly. Which you have to agree. You both stare at the window.

An hour went past, the two of you sat quietly in the quiet hotel room. Jaemin had showered and so did you. You were working quietly on your work to pass some time. The storm had begun, moaning of the winds sounds very scary. The rain plastering against the window filled the quiet room.

Jaemin was reading some paper from work, for some reason his company made you feel less lonely during this storm. The doorbell rang as the two of you turn to look at each other. “I ordered food, let’s eat” He smiles as he went up to get the door. The room service pulls in a cart full of delicious food. Your mouth gets watery when you saw all the food.

You sat next to Jaemin on the couch as you both ate in silence. Out of the blue, Jaemin started laughing. “What?” You ask, wondering if you’re chewing too loudly.

“I think it’s funny that we keep running up to each other at the airport” he laughs. You relax after hearing him say that, you thought it was your loud chewing.

“I think so too. It feels like,” you look at him. “Fate,” you both said in unison. The two of you stare at each other for what it feels like minutes. You broke the eye contact as you chuckle softly.

You both continue to eat in silence. After eating, you continue to work. It was already 10 pm. You were getting tired but still, continue to work. Jaemin had fallen asleep already so you tried to keep quiet. If you weren’t this busy, you could’ve spent more time talking to Jaemin and catching up after not seeing him for a while.

Jaemin woke up around midnight, the thunder woke him up from his sleep. He reaches for a bottle of water and begins drinking it. The room was dark but only the desk lamp was turned on. Jaemin noticed you fell asleep on the desk, working. He felt bad and didn’t want you to catch a cold. He stands up and walks up to you.

He kneel beside you as he couldn’t help but watch you sleep. He moves his hand to remove the strand of hair out of your face. When he got to see your face fully, a smile formed on his face. “Let’s get you in bed, okay?” He said quietly. He gently places your arms around his neck and pick you up bridal style and gently drops you on the bed.

You hum on the bed as he covers your body with the duvet. “Jaemin?” You open your eyes slightly but were still half asleep. Jaemin looks down at you, “Yeah?” He answered. You pat the space next to you, “stay with me?” You said in your sleep. Jaemin chuckles but he nodded eventually.

Jaemin gets under the sheets and watches you sleep. After not seeing you for a week, all he was thinking about was you. Even when he’s so far away from you, all he thinks about is you. He missed your presence. He doesn’t know what makes him so attracted to you. He just knows that he thinks about you all the time ever since the first encounter you both had.

You shifted your position, your body wrap around Jaemin unknowingly. Jaemin gulped when he felt your arms wrap around his waist. He looks down at your sleeping face which was rested on his shoulder. Jaemin finally started breathing again after holding his breath in. He gently wraps his arms around your body and closes his eyes. You groan in your sleep and hug him tighter. Jaemin opens his eyes again as his heart beats quicker.

Arriving in Australia, Jaemin gets to rest for two days. You had waited by the front gate of the airport, waiting for your cab. “Jaemin!” You called his name when you saw him. Jaemin eyes found yours as he went up to you.

“Are you going straight to work?” He asks. You shake your head no, “they’re letting me stay in for a day after my flight, what about you?” you ask, wondering how long he’s staying here for.

“I’m on stand-by. So I’m staying here until they tell me when my next flight is” he says. You nodded. You bit your lips before taking the courage to ask him, “Um, do you want to come to my place?” You look up at Jaemin. Jaemin heart flutter again.

“If you don’t want to, it’s fine” you quickly add. Jaemin laughs, “I would love to” he smiles. Your eyes sparkle when he said that. The way your heart beats so fast, it could explode any time. “I can’t wait for you to meet Loki” you smile as you start walking.

“Loki?” He asks. You turn around and nodded.

When you arrive at the house, everything was still the same as you left it. Jaemin enter the cozy home, his eyes wander around. “This is my company’s house. They let their travel workers stay at this place until the next one moves in” you explain as you drop your bag in your room.

Meow.

You kneel as the cat ran up to you to greet you. You smile brightly after not seeing Loki for a few weeks, “this is Loki” you smile. Jaemin eyes widen and kneel beside you to let him sniff his hand before letting Jaemin pat him.

“He likes you” you surprise, “It took me a while to get him to like me” you laugh.

“Is this your cat?” He asks. You shake your head no, “I’m not sure who’s cat it was, there’s a lot of people living here before I came. So we all just take care of this cat until the next person shows up” you explain. Jaemin nodded, Loki ended up laying on the floor letting Jaemin pat him.

“You can take a look around, I have to work. If you need anything, it’s an open kitchen. Feel free to use it” you smile at him Jaemin looks up at you from Loki and nodded. You went into the study room and continue working.

Nightfall came, Jaemin was sitting in the living room, changed as Loki sleep beside him. You yawn as you step into the living room. Jaemin send you a small wave before sitting down beside him. “Did you eat?” You whispered. He shakes his head, you gasp. “Are you hungry? I feel so bad, I’m too busy and you didn’t get to eat” you stand up but Jaemin grasps your wrist. You look down at his hand around your wrist and back at him, “can you stay beside me for a bit?” He asks.

You gulp and nodded. You sat beside him quietly as you both watch the show he was watching. You weren’t sure why he ask you to sit beside him but you didn’t question it. Jaemin head felt heavy as he rests it on your shoulder. Your eyes widen. Your eyes move to look at him who had his eyes closed. You made sure not to move to wake him up.

“It feels good to have you beside me,” He said quietly. Your heart flutter. Jaemin lifts his head to look at you. His eyes darted down at your lips before focusing on your eyes again. You weren’t sure what to say but you know you felt the same.

The next day went by, you went to work. You were scared to leave Jaemin home alone so you tried to focus on your job so you can leave early to meet him at your place. Time went by after a few meetings with clients. When you step outside, it was already nightfall. You groan at yourself when it’s started to rain.

“Are you serious?” You hiss. You look down at your bag and hold it over your head. You start to walk but then you don’t feel any rain anymore. You look up to see a black umbrella hovering over you. You look at the hand as your eyes met Jaemin’s.

“Hi” He smiles. You were so happy to see him. “You didn’t bring an umbrella so I thought to stop by and wait for you” he explains. Your heart begins to beat faster. Butterflies start to fly around in your stomach. You weren’t sure if the way he looks at the moment or his kind gesture. He made you feel some type of way.

He wraps his arm around your shoulder, he smiles down at you before you both begin to run back to your place. Luckily, it was just a few blocks away. When you arrive at your place, the both of you were laughing at how embarrassing it was running through puddles.

Your entryway was too small as Jaemin missed the step. You tried to catch him before he fell but you ended up falling too. On top of him. Your lips accidentally pressed against his. Your eyes met his. It took you some time to realize your lips were on his. You gasp and quickly got up. Jaemin stayed on the ground, eyes widening. He was trying to understand what just happened.

“I’m sorry, I tried to catch you” you try to explain. The sound of your voice made Jaemin snap back to reality. He stands up and dusts his clothes off. “I-it’s okay” he stutters. You both didn’t look at each other. The two of you went separate ways after, you lock yourself in your room, your heart beating for fast your hand touch your lips. The memory of you kissing him flooded your brain.

You went to take a shower to ease your nerves. That night you couldn’t sleep. The thought of Jaemin filled your head and prevent you to sleep. You felt hot all of the sudden and remove the cover off you. Your hand touches your lips again, thinking about how much you want to kiss him again.

As you begin to have the wildest thought, your hand ran down to your body and touch your heart. Your breath hitched, feeling your sensitive cunt. You close your eyes and begin to rub your clit, with Jaemin filling your thoughts. You begin to rub yourself aggressively, feeling the sensation all over your body. A moan escape your lips as you finally came.

Even after your heated moment, you still wanted more. You bit your lip and got up from your bed. You pace yourself in your room before finally building the courage to find your way to Jaemin’s room. You twist your doorknob, to only find Jaemin standing in front of your door. His arm was up to knock on your door but you had already opened it.

Everything was quiet, the two of you stand in front of each other, staring into one another. “I-“ Jaemin tried to talk but you slam your lips against his. He wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up without leaving your lips.

Jaemin gently places you down on the bed, your lips left him as he looks down at you. “I-I want you, Jaemin” You whispered. Jaemin nodded before he sit up to take his shirt off. You take yours off too. Jaemin looks at your body hungrily as his hand gently massages your breasts. You close your eyes at his touch, letting a moan escape your lips. Jaemin leans down to leave a trail of kisses on your chest, gently sucking your tit before making his way down to your heated area.

Jaemin takes off the shirt you were wearing and kisses your inner thigh. His eyes look up at you as he slowly makes his kisses to your fold. You moan loudly as your head fell backward. Jaemin tongue lick over your folds as your back arches from his warm tongue.

“Hmm” you moan, your eyes flutter open, and look down at Jaemin. Jaemin’s eyes stare into yours as he continues to give you pleasure. His hand finds its way up to massage your breast. Your hands landed over his and help him to make you feel good.

His tongue starts to lick in a circle over your clit, earning loud moans from your mouth. “Feels so good” you groan. Jaemin breath heavily before sucking on your clit. His lips left your wet area, making you look down at what he was doing. He takes off his pants and starts to pump his already throbbing cock. You gasp at his size.

Jaemin’s eyes stare into yours as he inserts two fingers inside of your hole. He pumps his finger up and down in your hole as you hold your legs. You bit your lips, watching his eyes the whole time. “Fuck” you cried as the quiet room begin to fill the sound of your wet cunt.

Jaemin’s lips find yours again as he passionately kisses your lips. Jaemin rests his forehead on yours as he continues to pump his fingers inside of you. Jaemin then removes his fingers and rubs his cock over your folds. The two of you watch the way his cock ran over your folds. You whimper, Jaemin eyes look back at yours before sending you a gentle smile.

“If you need me to stop, let me know” he whispered. You nodded. Jaemin slowly inserts his tip, letting your body adjust to his length. You moan loudly as he inserts his cock all the way in, earning a moan from Jaemin too.

Jaemin props his arms beside your head and hovers his head over yours. “You’re doing so good” he whispered. You nodded as he slowed to pick up his pace. Jaemin breathing gets heavier.

Your fingers tangle into his blonde locks as he continues with his steady pace. “Fuck” you moan. Jaemin’s insert his tongue inside of your mouth as you battle your tongue against his. “You’re so tight” he moans against your lips. He moves back to watch you as he fuck your hole.

Your thumb caresses his cheeks as he picks up his pace. Your hands fall to the sides as you take a handful of the sheet into your fist. Jaemin sits up as he holds your thigh down against your chest. Your eyes wander down to your toned body. Jaemin eyes stare at your tits as they bounce up and down with every thrust he takes.

“You’re so beautiful” He praises you, his hand massaging your breast again. A moan escape your lips from the amount of pleasure he was giving. “I can feel you so deep” you moan. Jaemin nodded, “you’re taking it so well, baby” he whispered. You groan, your heart races when he calls you baby. A tear escapes your eye as it rolls down to your cheek. You were overwhelmed at how he was fucking you so good.

Jaemin leans down to place a gentle kiss on your lips as his hips stop rocking. “Don’t cry baby, don’t cry” he whispered as he kiss your cheek. He got up, making you stand up in front of him. His cock pokes at your stomach as you lean in to kiss his lips. Your hands wander down and begin to stroke his cock. Jaemin’s breath hitches, feeling your small hand holding his sensitive cock.

You trail the kiss down to his neck to his chest, your eyes stayed on him the whole time before you place a gentle kiss on his tip. Jaemin groaned when he felt your lips on his cock. You kneel in front of him, stroking his cock in your hands. Jaemin head tilts backward as you take his change to wrap your lips around his cock.

“F-fuck” he groans. You spit on his cock before wrapping your lips around his cock again. You begin to move your head back and forth as you make his cock wet. Jaemin looks down at the way your lips wrap around his cock, making him feel good. He ran his thumb across your cheek before putting his hand on the back of your head.

He then moves his hips slowly with your pace. “This feels so good” he moans. Jaemin picks up his pace, liking the feeling you’re giving him. “Fuck” he curses again before making you take his cock whole inside your mouth. You felt his tip hit the back of your throat, tears rolled down your eyes. You remove his cock from your mouth as you stroke his cock with your hands.

Jaemin eyes flutter open as he saw you smiling at you. Jaemin chuckles as he helps wipe the saliva off your chin. Jaemin kneels in front of you, “You’re hot” his eyes look down at your lips and then your eyes. Jaemin lay down on the bed and make you get on top of him. You face the opposite way from him. Jaemin reinserts his cock inside of you, making the two of you moan loudly.

Jaemin’s hands ran down your spine as his eyes rested on your ass. You put your weight on your hands as you begin to ride his cock. Jaemin hiss as he holds onto your waist. You watch yourself through the mirror in the corner of the room. Your close your eyes as your head tilt backward, you felt his tip hitting your stomach already.

Jaemin snakes his hand to your clit and begins to rub it. It made you lose your pace. Jaemin takes over as he moves his hip faster under you. “Fuck, Jaemin, fuck!” You moan loudly. You rub your clit as he went faster. You clench your walls around his cock, earning a loud moan from Jaemin’s mouth.

“Fuck, turn around” he demands. You listen to him and turn your body around. Jaemin leans in to kiss your lips and pull you on his chest. He holds your body tightly as he fuck you hard. The whole bed begins to shake and the headboard bang on the wall. You grasp on the sheet the whole time and kept clenching your walls around him.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re making me cum” you told him. Jaemin hiss, “fuck, I’m going to cum too!” He groans. You felt his grip tighten on your waist as you sit up and begin to ride him in a circle. Jaemin eyes flutter shut, feeling your walls around his cock, “fuckk” his body jerk as he helps you ride his cock. “Don’t stop” he said. You nodded as you move your hips back at forth.

His hands hold your waist to stop as he came inside of you. “Fuck” he breathed heavily. His body jerked again, his eyes flutter open, and landed on yours. A smile forms on his face as he pulls you down to kiss you a kiss on your temple. You rested against his chest until one of you get up to get a rag.

A month had passed, you came into your mom’s restaurant with Jaemin. You had told your parents that you and Jaemin begin dating after you both came back from Australia. Your dad didn’t approve of it but he warm up his heart to Jaemin. Your mom always knew Jaemin was the one for you, she was really happy when you both confirm the relationship. Your sister was too busy with her boyfriend to care.

All those times she went missing, she was spending it with her boyfriend. You all had met her boyfriend, he’s very loud. As long as he’s good to your sister, it doesn’t concern you. Your mom was happy that both her kids finally met someone that they both are into. Your dad spends a lot of time hanging out with Jaemin and Haein’s boyfriend, Haechan.

“Hi, mom!” You went to hug your mom after a few weeks of not seeing her. She went in to hug you. Your dad pulls Jaemin for a hug because he hasn’t seen him in a while. For some reason, Jaemin starting to like fishing now. Your dad influenced him too early.

“Y/n!” Your sister called your name as she came out of the kitchen. You hug everyone. Haechan was also here, he got a job at your mom’s restaurant but of course, your mom is not paying him because he’s family.

“When is the next fishing trip?” Jaemin asks your dad. All the women look at the men, you watch your dad blushing, “we can go tomorrow” your dad begins laughing.

“Oh god, look at the” your mom scoffed. You pat Jaemin’s back and tell him to sit beside you. All of you take a seat, “we have something to tell you!” You excitedly look at Jaemin and then at everyone else.

Your mom gasped, “are you pregnant?” She asks. She started cheering and ended up crying. “No! No” Jaemin shakes his head. You laugh and take his hand into yours. Your mom stops crying and waits for you both to talk.

“Jaemin ask if I could move in with him” you smile as Jaemin squeezes your hand. You both look at your parents, “oh, that’s good” your mom seems to not care. She just wants grandchildren from her daughter.

“Y/n! That good!” Your sister praises you. “Thank you Haein!” You laugh. Haechan gave Jaemin a high five. “Does that mean you’ll be living down the street?” Your dad asks.

Jaemin nodded, “I’ll visit every day then” Your dad clap his hands. You and Jaemin look at each other.

Your mom begins to ramble on about having grandkids already, while your dad continues to talk about the fish he caught yesterday. Haein and Haechan were yelling at each other about him not asking her to move in with him. The whole restaurant begins to fill with everyone talking all at once. Jaemin lean into your ears, “maybe we should give your mom a grandkid?” He asks. You hiss at him.

“We’re busy, it can wait,” you told him. Jaemin chuckles before leaning to kiss your temple.

It’s going to be a long ass ride.

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tinyyoungblood · 3 years ago

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normal grocery store situation

summary: this is what it looks like when peter and y/n are sent to the grocery store to get some groceries for the others

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: this is the most random thing, i won’t even bother to tag anyone lmao but i was watching the match tonight and had to do something before i just sat there punching air lol enjoy x

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“Did you find a cream yet for that nasty rash you showed me earlier? I’m sure there’s something to stop the oozing.”

Peter stopped dead in his track and shot you a glare.

“It was funny the first time. Now you’re just the weirdo that keeps bringing up my rash.” He made sure to air quote the last word although it was just the two of you in the cereal aisle.

Smirking, you pushed the cart forward and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “It’s still your rash, buddy. All yours.”

You smiled sweetly as an old lady passed you, looking mildly horrified when you added, “That’s what you get for running around naked in alleyways.”

Peter’s groan was music to your ears. You didn’t even wait until she had hurried around the corner before bursting out laughing.

“You’re a pain in the ass,” said Peter flatly.

You shrugged. “You should know. Considering that’s where the rash is.”

Not a second later, you felt your ankle knock into something, making you trip and stumble into a shelf. Boxes of cereal toppled to the floor, making a glorious mess around you.

You glared up at Peter but he simply stared back with a blank face. The corner of his mouth just tugged slightly upward as he grabbed the cart and strolled past you, whistling.

After you had painstakingly put everything back, you found Peter in front of the spice section. He was holding two jars in each hand, skimming their labels as if they contained the secret to the universe.

“Do you know what Pepper uses for her noodles?” A faint crease appeared between his brows.

You gave him a sidelong glance. “You mean what she puts in the water when boiling noodles?”

He nodded.

“Salt,” you replied. “She puts salt in the water.”

His brows shot up. “Are you serious?”

“Positive.” You scanned the shelf for some cinnamon since Bucky wanted to try out a new recipe.

“How come it tastes so much better than Steve’s noodles?” Peter put the spices back and pushed the cart along, walking in front of you.

You stared at the back of his head in disbelief. “Because he doesn’t put salt in the– you’re messing with me, right?” Yesterday you had witnessed Peter win an argument against Tony about powering one of his suits with potatoes. It was hard to believe that he couldn’t piece this together.

But Peter merely shrugged, grabbing two pints of your favourite ice cream, and placed them in the cart. “There’s no way it can make that much of a difference. It’s just salt.”

“You know that salt enhances flavour, right?” You watched as he added two more pints of Nat’s favourite ice cream and crossed them off the shopping list. Then he aimed for the aisle with the sweets.

“Well, yeah, but it tastes significantly better. I’ve watched them both cook the same pasta with the same ingredients. Pepper’s spaghetti still tastes miles better.”

You held up two chocolate bars for Peter to choose. “That’s just because Cap is shit at cooking. He always burns the sauce.”

Peter picked the one with nuts and hummed as if reminiscing on a memory. “He does make scrubbing the pots look like an upper body work out.”

You grinned and reached over to hand him a jar of honey. “Do you know why Loki keeps asking for honey? We already have a whole stack at home.”

“Not sure,” Peter replied, eyeing the label before placing it in the cart. “Maybe he’s just hoarding them. Did you know that honey never goes bad? They found 3,000-year-old honey while excavating tombs in Egypt, and it was perfectly edible. It could definitely outlive Bucky and Steve if we let it.”

You arched an eyebrow. “All I’m hearing is that Loki’s probably trying to figure out a way to achieve immortality.” You pointed out a funny looking advertisement in passing and Peter chuckled. “Should we stop him?”

“From smothering himself in honey?” Peter looked appalled. “Absolutely not.”

You nodded wisely and let Peter take your hand. The other one he used to push the cart.

After you had found a couple other items, you pursed your lips and mused, “Do you think that’s why bees are okay with working all their lives? I’ve read that one bee will only make 1/12 of a teaspoon on honey in its entire life.”

“You mean because they know their work will outlive humanity and become their immortal legacy?” Peter stopped and mindlessly ran his fingers along his jawline, pondering. Then his eyes lit up. “Oh, look! They have that special edition fabric softener that Thor loves so much.”

“Wait, for real?” You followed him excitedly.

After a lively discussion about whether or not birch water and botanicals was the superior smell, you had settled for lavender and vanilla bean instead to play it safe.

“I still can’t believe you thought that combination of yeast smelled good,” Peter teased, his face scrunched up in a grimace.

“Just let it go.” You sighed, but Peter held up both hands with a smirk.

“I’m just saying, there’s no point in washing your clothes only to make them smell like your backyard. Might as well roll around in dirt.”

“Is that how you got your butt rash?” You asked sweetly as Peter blinked slowly before turning his head to see the same old lady from before. She stared at him with wide eyes before scurrying away.

You laughed quietly into your hand as Peter turned back around. He tried to glare at you, but the twinkle of amusement in his eyes was a dead giveaway.

Still, he shouldered past you and slid his hands into his pockets, murmuring, “We’re never coming back to this store.”

It only made you laugh harder.

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capt-spooki3 · 4 years ago

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By The Witch's Grace

Chapter One

A Sbi "choose your own story" fanfiction

It seems Y/n, a known and hated magic user in their small town, has a lot to deal with after the rowdy bunch that is Philza, Wilbur, Technoblade, and Tommy, show up at their door step in the midst of a giant snow storm...

Warning: Cursing, talk of hate/discrimination

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“Alright, we need flour, milk, apples... Uh no no stop meowing, please. Shit okay, flour, milk, apples, and what? Oh god, was it- oh! Bottles! Of course, geez.” Y/n laughs at themself before kneeling down, and pets the head of their cat who was demanding their attention. The little feline, who looked like a little toasted marshmallow, purred and meowed as she was happy with the much-needed attention.

“Alright Poppy, I’ll be back. Be a good little girl for me, okay? I’ll be back in time to give you supper I promise.” They baby talked to the cat with little forehead kisses before getting back up to their feet and reaching toward the wall where a large cloak was hung on a large nail next to the door. They threw on the heavy fabric and clasped the small glass button to keep it on their shoulders, their hand lingering as it passed over the glassy eye that permanently stayed on a chain around their neck. The result of a curse placed, not too long ago, that bound it to their person until death. Just the luck of someone who often plays with magic that they can barely comprehend.

The piece would pass as a decoration to any untrained eye, but to those who delved into the arts of magic, any one of them could tell you what this object was. With the deep and light greens with accents of blue and a cat-eye pupil that was forever staring, there was no mistaking an eye of ender. The object was rich in stored-up mana, but it was no joke. Even with the most skilled of mages, they had to be most cautious and limit their time interacting with the eye. The sooner they distanced themself from it the better as the eye has been heavily rumored to take possession of people who use its magic for too long. Mages long past wrote notes in books, Y/n as read countless times, on how the eye has influenced beings to cause great harm and destruction. Its motives are still unknown.

With the object on their person 24/7, they take caution every moment in case the eye decides it's time to take control. They hope it isn't any time soon.

Tucking the eye of ender under the latch of the cloak, they peeked outside to be met with chilled air kissing their cheeks. The bitter promise of snow.

More the reason to get their errands done as soon as they could to get back home. As if their life being in danger wasn’t the biggest reason to rush so they could hide again. They carefully pulled on their hood and hid as much of their features as they could within the cloak before stashing a satchel that jingled with coins and setting off through the door.

Being able to leave their distant home was always a treat, but also a constant threat to their life. They were never positive if they would return home after each venture. As a magic user, thoughtfully given the nickname of ‘Witch’ from the townsfolk, they weren’t liked much. They made the mistake of trying to show off their powers once before learning quickly that magic was despised among these people. It was only associated with the rich who treated people lower than them like they were dirt under their shiny boots. Luckily they still had a vendor in the town that sold to them, it was the only thing keeping them going.

After about a hour walk down a few winding forest paths that they carved out by themself after years of taking the same route, the port town was in view. Snow littered the ground to the sides of the dirt roads that they walked along and the small breeze that was present ran cold, the overcast sky promised a harsh amount of snow. That is bound to make next week fun. They sure were lucky to bring extra coins so they can stock up.

Once reaching the main town, they made sure to keep their head down and slip through the hundreds of bodies at the markets. It was all routine now, sadly. They took a turn down an alley that harbored a few stray cats and even a dog that scattered when they pressed on down the alley. Softly, they knocked a code to the shopkeep on the old wooden door.

The door just barely creaked open and an old green eye peered out. Y/n looked down to meet the weary eye peeking out at them and couldn't fight a smile. An old cackle rang out and the door opened up wide to an older woman. She was small and had all gray and white hair that was long and braided over her shoulder, but her eyes were alive and she was brimming with joy.

“Oh my little bird, how are you doing?” She said fondly with a slight German accent and Y/n knelt for the woman when she reached to hold their cheeks and look them over.

“I’m well Oma, thank you. You look as young as ever.” The kind words made the woman laugh and she put her hands on her hips and let out a sigh of contentment.

“So what do you need today? I just got in a big order of sugar if you want some.”

“Oh, that would be wonderful actually. I need flour, milk, and is Opa at his shop today? I need apples and he always has those bottles that I need.”

“Actually, he is home sick today,” She started and she walked into the shop to retrieve what Y/n needed. “He caught a small cold but he’ll be better soon. Wait just a moment and I’ll go grab everything.”

The lady went off on her way and Y/n sat on the doorstep, waiting and watching the people walk past the end of the alley. They cringed to themselves whenever they caught the word witch in some distant conversations, they seemed to be a tall tale at this point. At least they weren’t being actively hunted down anymore.

A few long minutes passed and there was a small thump that caught their attention in the shop, when they looked back there were two large sacks and no sign of the woman. Rest assured, after a few moments, the old lady was just barely managing to carry two more large sacks filled to the brim with the few things they had asked for plus much more as they usually only bring one sack home each trip.

“Oma! Oh no, I don’t have enough for all of this! Besides, I can’t possibly carry this all back home.”

“I know, I know. You’ll need it with the weather we have coming on tonight, as payment you can show me that magic you talked about last time. You know that… carrying magic..” She gestured wildly, trying her hardest to remember the word as Y/n stood back up.

“Oh, my spatial magic? I’m not too good at it, but I am sure I can manage this. Alright, are you ready?” They checked the alley for possible watching eyes before holding their hands out with their palms toward the bags.

The old woman stepped back and watched with excitement, her eyes practically sparkling already. Y/n closed their eyes and sucked in a deep breath, their hand flexing a bit and opening wider. A soft purple light began to emit from their hands and two thin, long arms that seemed to be made from the night sky itself stretched out and each hand touched the sack and engulfed it in darkness before retreating back within Y/n’s hands. They let out their held and concentrated breath with a deep sigh, their muscles and bones feeling heavy as they held some of the weight of the sacks within their being.

“That was amazing! Oh, you are so talented, I am so proud of you.” The woman said happily and walked forward, pulling Y/n down and kissing the head of the young mage she seemed to love. “Please hurry home now, stay safe. Opa and I love you and I hope to see you again soon.”

She waved them off and Y/n waved back, pulling their hood down more for precaution, and slipped into the crowd toward the road they took back home. They felt rather blessed they were able to make it home without even a scare.

They walked along the road, waiting to see their well-worn path as the heaviness of their body grew with walking uphill. Using magic like this weighed on the body and the soul with however much the individual was carrying. They reached up, pulling down the clasp to their cloak to reveal the eye of ender to the world. As much as they didn't want to rely on its power, it was the only way they would confidently make it home. Grasping the warm object tight, it pulsed with magic beneath their fingers as if it were alive, they sent their mana into the eye to mix and grant them a magic boost. They knew quite well the item was evil and no good to toy with, what else should one do when it's bound to them for life? With a soft purple glow to their eyes now, their body felt lighter and the strain to keep their goodies in a personal pocket in the dimension lifted almost completely. They shook off their bits of anxiety with the gain of power and picked up the pace to get home as small flurries were filling the air around them.

The walk back home was fast and they were beyond relieved upon opening the door and feeling the hug of the warm cottage and a string of excited meows when their familiar raced to greet them.

“Hey Poppy, miss me?” They stroked the cat before kneeling on the ground to perform the same technique of magic for consuming the sacks to spit them back out onto the ground in front of them and hummed a soft tune while they went through the goodies and put them in their respected places around the three stories of the home. Before they noticed it, the world outside had grown dark and they lit the lanterns around the house and peered through a window to see the snow blowing strongly and the wind howling, they hadn’t even gotten a chance to see the sunset. This was turning out to be a real blizzard, they did a silent prayer that it wouldn’t last long.

Just as Y/n was trying to put the last of the sugar away there was a heavy thump on the door followed by a hurried couple of knocks of which were all inconsistent but did the job of grabbing their attention. They fumbled with the sugar but safely put it down before hurrying to the door, their fast movements spooked the cat and caused her to scramble away to go hide.

Once getting the locks undone they opened up the door to see four individuals standing there, waiting. Two of the larger individuals there stood on the sides to frame the group in a way. The one on the left most who had shoulder-length pink hair and noticeable tusks sticking out from his bottom lip and inhuman down pointed ears, was using his large, red cloak to hold a blond boy who was about to his shoulder, against him and shield him from the snow. The two both had on heavy armor, though, the blond’s armor was a bit more leather than metal. On the other end stood a taller man with brown hair who also was in armor and was hunched over to be able to get covered by a large dark grey wing that held him. Said wings belonging to a man who was shorter than the brunette and had on expensive-looking mage robes and messy blond hair. The winged man looked to Y/n in desperation as he began to speak.

“Please let us stay for the night. We will leave as the sun rises, please just-”

“Stop talking- just come in. Hurry! It’s got to be below zero out there.” Y/n hurriedly ushered the bunch inside as they held the door open for them.

The burly pink-haired man was the first to make a move as he pushed the blond boy off of him and through the doorway and was already reaching over to push the brown-haired man next. He made sure the winged individual made his way in before going in. He looked at Y/n who was still holding the door and adjusted his jaw, a nervous habit it seemed, eyes darting around a bit before he returned his eyes to them and gave a nod of appreciation.

Y/n barley was able to get the door closed after him before they turned around and was assaulted with a hug from the winged man, he was incredibly cold. They hugged the man back, rubbing his back a little as he said many soft thank yous to them, though they watched the other three who stood close and looked around at the bottom portion of their home. The blond boy hugged himself close, shivering and the brunette rubbed his back as he looked around.

They hope they wouldn’t regret not thinking it through before letting a bunch of strange people into their home.

“I truly cannot thank you enough for this. We would have died out there.” The man said as he finally let go of Y/n and studied their face for a moment, looking for words it seemed. “We should introduce ourselves. I’m Phil and the big guy back there is Technoblade. The lanky one is Wilbur and the blond one between them is Tommy. They are my sons.”

Y/n watched them as Phil introduced them, each of them giving them some sort of little greeting when they were called. Whether it was a head nod or a little wave or a smile. They seemed nice.

“One hell of a family..” Y/n mumbled which Phil seemed quite funny and even Wilbur chuckled a bit.

“Oh yeah, but they are my boys.” He said while looking at the three with fondness.

The sweet moment was caught a little short when Technoblade crossed his arms, his body language screaming distrust. He looked down at Y/n and sized them up as he grumbled out a question that sounded more like a command. “What is your name. Who are you.”

“Techno- for god’s sake be a little nicer could ya? Bloody hell, they just saved us.” Wilbur retorted and Technoblade huffed a little growl and looked away. Wilbur gave a short and annoyed sigh, looking back at Y/n as he pulled his hand away from Tommy and instead rested a hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. It wasn’t meant to be seen as a threat, but the gesture did make Y/n a bit uneasy as they shuffled back a tad. Instead, he just spoke kindly with an inviting hand gesture.

“What is your name?” He stated and he and Phil looked at them expectantly.

They hesitated for a moment with the eyes on them and cleared their throat, standing taller. “My name is Y/n... it’s nice to meet all of you.” They thought for a moment about what they should say to these people who stood awkwardly, warming up from the cold. “How about I uh… go get some blankets for you all. Blankets and I’ll set up my two spare rooms.” They added as more of a side note to themselves than the group and hurried up the stairs to get things together.

This was going to be a long night. They can only hope the snow stops soon.

[Chapter Two]

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jawabear · 4 years ago

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1 of 10 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Not my GIF (look at this man...)

A/N: so here’s that Bucky fic I’ve been talking about. This took me too long to write but I like it? I’m absolutely loving Falcon and The Winter Soldier! I’ve mentioned this before but Bucky Barnes is my all time favourite fictional character. This is set before the events of episode one but maybe like a week or so before. I hope you enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings: fem!reader, tfatws spoilers, Bucky being awkward, nightmares, therapy, Bucky isn’t as smooth as he was in the 40s but he’s still cute

Summary: Bucky has ten contacts in his phone. One of which belongs the the girl he feels he has been searching for for 106 long years.

The times in which he found himself now were more than confusing. But that was the best way Bucky could think to describe them. For him though it seemed a lot worse than for others. For others, they had a gap of five years missing. For Bucky, he had far more than that.

From 1943 to 2023 there was a lot missing. He remembered it however. He remembered everything. The good, the bad, and the horrifying. What was meant by missing was that it wasn’t him who was living. He had missed out on living between those years. He had missed out on everything. And he knew, like the billions of others, he would never get those years back.

But now he was a civilian. Working to make amends from his past after being given a pardon. However, settling into his new easy life was proving far from that. It had been a few months now since the whole ordeal with saving the blipped half of humanity, Bucky included, and it had been a few months now since Steve went back in time and started a new life leaving him and Sam behind.

Sam. Right.

Sam was an avenger. More so than Bucky could ever be. So he was off doing his avenging work while Steve’s shield gathered dust in a wardrobe somewhere he was sure. Sam didn’t have it in him to take up the mantle of Captain America. He felt the shield belonged to someone else. It was Steve’s. It only ever could be.

More often than perhaps Bucky would like, he would get texts from Sam. Asking him how he was and telling him about missions he was going on. Bucky never replied. He didn’t know how to half the time and he didn’t want to.

He didn’t know how he was. He didn’t know if he was okay. He was forced to go see a therapist but all he did was lie to her.

“Have you had any nightmares recently?” She would ask him.

Bucky would think back to the night before their meeting and all the others as well. Each night he’d have to be faced with the horrors of his past. Every mission he carried out. Every person he carelessly killed.

“No” he would answer. And it wasn’t like he was wrong in his answer. The things he saw in his sleep were not nightmares they were memories. The nightmarish horrors he was were his reality, so when he said no in response to her question, he found it difficult to be accused of lying.

There were few things he could agree with her about. But the one thing he could see eye to eye with her about was the fact he was alone.

Sure, he had Sam. But only when Bucky wanted to acknowledge him which had not been often as of recently. And as his therapist so kindly pointed out he only had ten contacts on his phone. But in his defence, he still wasn’t used to the whole world of mobile communications and internet. So his phone was basically redundant to him. His mind was still in the 1940s where you’d find a date, what would now be classed as, the old fashioned way. By looking in person and talking. Not just texting or swiping left or right on an app.

Granted, Bucky did try his hand in online dating but it was far too much for him. It wasn’t only hard for him to figure out but also he saw too much of people he didn’t even know. The openness of the internet was something that was mind boggling to him. So that was thrown out of the window pretty quickly.

But what his therapist had failed to note was one name in his contacts. The name of his neighbour and quite possibly the one he wanted to end his loneliness with.

Back in his time, when he didn’t just have the looks of someone in their 20s, Bucky was in fact quite popular and good with the ladies. But the ladies, he found, of this new age were completely different to the ones of his time. Not that there was a problem, he just knew that he couldn’t used the same moves now as what he could back then.

He met (Y/N), his neighbour, as he was first moving in. After coming back, loosing Steve and getting a pardon, Bucky thought it be best to try and start a new. He did that by moving back to his old home of Brooklyn. His old apartment was obviously gone and with little money to his name he couldn’t afford the one that replaced it. It was far to big for him anyway. But he managed to find a smaller more affordable one and he much preferred it. If not only for the quieter location then the others in the building too.

(Y/N) was the first person he spoke too when back in Brooklyn. She was sweet and kind when introducing herself. She offered to help him move in but he really didn’t have that much stuff to use in making his new apartment more homely. And he had no food either. So (Y/N) did the neighbourly thing and invited him in for some food. A meal of sorts although she didn’t have much food either at the time. Even so, it was nice for him to be in company for once. And it was such warm company. They didn’t speak about much but he learnt a few things about her.

And now, on most Thursday evenings, he’ll find himself with her in her apartment eating a meal, sometimes she’ll cook, sometimes they’ll order take out, but he enjoys it regardless.

It was clear from the offset that she knew who he was. He frantically explained to her that he wasn’t what he used to be anymore and explained the terms of his pardon and how he’s making amends. But he needn’t have waste his breath on it. She didn’t seem to care about it. About who he used to be. She told him that she doesn’t live in peoples pasts and that she wanted to get to know him for who he is, not who he was. Those words meant a great deal to him. And from that moment on he had fallen for her.

Bucky sighed as he dragged himself up the stairs to his floor. He desperately wished there was some way of getting out of these therapy sessions. But he was tied to them. He couldn’t stop going to them even though he wanted too. But there, it wasn’t really like he had anything better to do. Nothing but either sitting at home in silence or walking around busy streets constantly looking over his shoulder. Those were his only other options.

As he walked to his apparent at the end of the hallway (Y/N)’s door opened and she walked out dressed for the outdoors, it was getting cold so it was smart of her to be wearing a warm coat. “(Y/N)” he called gently to her. She lifted her head after locking her door and gave him a warm smile.

“Hi James” She said, she always called him James rather than Bucky. He didn’t know why but he didn’t exactly mind. “How was your session today?” She had memorised the times at which he went to his therapy sessions. She probably knew he schedule better than he did.

Bucky shrugged “the usual” he told her making her laugh a little.

“That bad huh?”

“I guess” he said scratching the back of his neck.

“Well, I’m heading to the store to get some food if you wanted to talk on the way? Don’t feel you have to”

“No, that sounds good” he tried to smile but it was a little awkward, but she didn’t seem to say anything and just motioned her head for him to follow.

The shop wasn’t too far away so it was a quick walk. Bucky wasn’t the talkative type, not really anyway. Especially not to someone he didn’t like. And Dr Raynor was someone who he didn’t like. He was sure that deep down she was a lovely person but he didn’t like the fact she was insistent in getting him to admit his feelings. Although that was her job.

It wasn’t long until they arrived at the store “so what happened?” (Y/N) asked as she picked up a basket.

“Just the usual...she asked me if I had a nightmare-“

“Did you?” Bucky didn’t answer and just looked away from her. “James, you know that it’s her job to help you. And it’s in your best interest to let her”

“I know...but at the same time...I don’t see the point. These things are mandatory. So if I don’t want to go then I don’t see it being helpful”

“I can understand that” her eyes flicking between two boxes of cereal as she inwardly decried in which one to get, but her indecisive nature got the better of her so she opted to get both. Her indecisiveness, Bucky thought, was incredibly cute. It linked in with her kindness, on their Thursday evening meals together it takes ages just to decide what to have. “But still,” she continued, Bucky following her like a lost puppy “like you said, it’s mandatory. And there are people who would love to be in your position. Getting therapy I mean. So you should at least make the most of it while you can”

“I mean...yeah. I guess. But...I don’t know I just...well it’s easier to talk to someone like you then it is to talk to her” (Y/N) smiled at little at this as she finished putting on the last few items before making her way to the till.

Neither of them said much else. Expect for (Y/N) making light conversation with the cashier as she paid although both (Y/N) and Bucky knew that the cashier really didn’t want to be there. Luckily it didn’t take long for (Y/N) to bag her items and pay for them before they were both leaving the store.

It had gotten colder outside then when they left originally. (Y/N) shivered and pulled her coat around her a little more before they both began walking back to their apartment building.

“So what is it about me that makes you find it easier to talk?” She asked, she brushed her hair from her face as a sudden gust of wind blew it out of place when she turned to look at him.

“Well...” he muttered shoving his hands into his pockets “for one, you don’t sit there with a passive aggressive notebook ready to write shit about me” this made her laugh a little, she always found it funny when he’d talk about this notebook Dr Raynor had. She didn’t really know why he hated it so much, and she knew she shouldn’t have found it funny but he never stopped her from laughing about it, in fact often times he would join in thereby encouraging her.

“Yes, that is something better I guess. Although, I’m sure I could find a notebook if you wanted” she teased.

“Oh god. Please don’t” He said holding back a smile.

“Anything else?” She asked him.

Bucky thought for a moment. There were many things about her that made it easier for him to talk to her, but he couldn’t list them all. For one, that would be embarrassing, and two he didn’t think he’d have the breath to do it. “Well-“

He was cut off when he saw (Y/N)’s smile fall and her pace began to slow right down to a stop. Bucky stopped and looked at her “everything okay?” He asked her, his voice full of concern.

She turned sharply to the side so she was facing the road “y-yeah..” she stuttered nervously “just...my ex is walking this way and I really don’t want him to see me”

Bucky felt a strange feeling inside him. He didn’t even know she had been in a relationship. It must’ve been a recent thing right? Unless it was a really bad break up in the past, or this guy had done something to her to prompt her being so on edge. Bucky turned to try and scope out this guy but he didn’t have a clue what he was looking for. So he reached over to her and pulled up her hood on her hoodie that she wore under her coat and pulled her into his side so that her face was hidden from view.

“Tell me when he’s gone” Bucky muttered to her. She nodded her head and let him walk her along the path, she kept her eye on the path ahead as best she could while still covering her face. But she was now more focused on two things, his arm around her and his wonderful smell. Never did she think she’d ever get this close to him. She never thought he’d let her, but here she was attached to his side with his arm wrapped around her, holding her protectively against him.

And his smell. It was just as comforting as she dreamed it would be. A mix of his cologne and what she could only describe as Him. All she wanted to do now was to just melt into his strong and warm embrace and just stay there forever.

In all her daydreaming she didn’t notice that her ex had long since walked by and they had reached the entrance to their apartment building and she didn’t tell him he could let go or that it was safe for her to walk properly.

Bucky came to a stop and slowly slipped his arm from her “I mean...I take it he’s gone now right?” He said a little nervously. (Y/N) stood up straight and pushed the hood from her head and nodded quickly, her cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“Yeah. Yes, right. Sorry. Yes. He’s gone. I um...I just wanted to make sure he didn’t suddenly turn around you know? That’s all” she said in an unconvincing tone. But Bucky himself was too flustered to actually care that she was flustered as well.

“Of course, that’s smart. Well we made it back” he said stepping up to the door and pushing it open for her. She nodded and thank you and quickly hopped inside the building, Bucky following after her.

The walk up the stairs was an awkward silence. They felt like teenagers after their first ever date. Who says something first? What do they even say? Luckily for them, this wasn’t a first date, and they weren’t teenagers. They were fully grown, mature adults. But that doesn’t mean adults can’t get flustered in the presence of their crush...right?

After what felt like hours, but was more like five painstaking minuets, they finally got to their floor and walked down the hall, both briefly forgetting that they lived right next to each other.

(Y/N) stopped at her door and placed her bag of food on the floor to fish out her keys from her pocket. “Uh...you want to come in?” She asked whilst fiddling around in her pocket to find the keys. “I know it’s not Thursday but we didn’t really talk as much as usual...” her voice seemed to trail off as she finally found her keys and put them in the key hole before unlocking the door. “You don’t have too..”

“I’d...like to...” he said in a soft voice with a gentle smile to try and put her at ease even though he too was freaking out inside. She smiled back and picked up her bag before walking inside her apartment, he did too.

They both made their way into her small kitchen and he made himself at home by sitting in his usual seat at her white kitchen table and she began to unpack the shopping “Do you want me to help?” He asked her as he went to stand up but she waved off his offer.

“No no, it’s fine. There’s only a few bits anyway” she told him as she began to pack each item away in its rightful place.

“So uh...” Bucky began quietly as he scraped his metal finger again the wood table. “This ex of yours...what’s the story there?”

Bucky was a little cautious of his words. He didn’t want to say anything to hurt or offend her but at the same time he wanted to know what about the guy made her so on edge earlier.

“Oh uh...” she muttered as she pulled two cups from her cupboard.

“You don’t need to tell me if you want want to. Sorry..”

“It’s fine” she assured him “nothing really happened I guess. It was just a bad break up. He didn’t really take it well and for a few weeks after that he just kept texting me and trying to call me. He came round to my place too to try and get me back. He never did know how to take no for an answer. But about a month ago he finally got the message and stopped all contact with me. Seeing him today...I was just worried that he’d try it all again”

“He sounds like a real asshole” Bucky said flatly making her laugh a little as she went about making some tea for the both of them. “But in his defence, if I lost a girl like you, I’d struggle with taking no for an answer as well”

(Y/N) let out a nervous laugh and almost dropped his tea cup from the shock of his comment but she was a little more used to his flirtatious nature that would sometimes make an appearance when they were in her apartment. After he told her about his boyish charms back in the 40s she noticed how he would often slip back into that era. It was cute to say the least.

She set down his tea in front of him and he flashed her a “thank you” smile before wrapping his fingers around it.

There was a brief silence in the room. She was greatly over thinking is earlier comment. But so was he. Maybe he shouldn’t have said it. He meant it though. But what if he had pushed the limit a little too far?

“What was the other reason?” She asked him, her finger nail scratching again the tea cup trying to avoid eye contact with him at all costs.

“Huh?” He questioned looking over the table to her.

“Earlier. You were going to give me another reason why I’m easier to talk to. What was it?”

Bucky’s muscles tensed as his fingers gripped the tea cup handle as he stared into the black tea she had made for him. “If I’m being honest...” he began slowly “I think...there are too many reasons why I find talking to you easier. But I guess one is that you don’t do it because you have to or it’s your job to. You do it out of kindness. And it’s...easier to talk to someone who’s listening because they want to. And yes, I get that Dr Raynor probably does want to help me but I also know that at the end of the day, it’s all for a pay check. But with you...you do it because you want to. Or at least...I think you want to”

“I do want to, James. I’ll always be around to ask if you’re okay. And to make you okay when you’re not. I care about you...”

“And...I care about you. Another reason I prefer talking to you is because...I like you...a lot. I just think you’re the most beautiful woman, and you have such a sweet and caring nature and a good heart that is wasted on me. But I can’t help but like you...” he couldn’t really believe he just said what he did. He wasn’t mean to tell her that. It was meant to stay a secret within him into the end of time. But there was a shift in atmosphere that just made it all slip out.

“You...you like me?” She asked, still not looking at him.

“Yeah...” he said. There was a little more confidence in his voice as he admitted his feelings towards her.

“I like you too..” she too held a little more confidence in her voice as she admitted her returned feelings. It felt...good. Especially since she knew he returned the feelings she had harboured for him since they met.

She stood abruptly and held her hand out to him. He looked at it and looked up at her again before taking her hand. She pulled him to his feet and a little close to her.

He smirked a little as he looked down at her “you want me to kiss you or something?” He said almost proudly.

“Yes..” she said “but first...I want to know something”

“What do you want to know?” He asked her. She squeezed his hand and dragged him out of her kitchen.

She lead him to her bedroom and noticed the worried expression on his face when he looked at her bed. This was what she wanted to know.

“You don’t have a bed in your apartment...” She told him quietly. (Y/N) turned her body so she was facing him completely, he cautiously lifted his hands to settle on her waist.

“I know...” he mumbled.

“Why?”

Bucky paused but he felt safe enough to give her an honest answer “I...I’m...scared. Of them”

“What is it about a bed that scares you?” She whispered, her fingers gently trailing down his cheeks. Bucky didn’t answer right away, for one he was to busy focusing of the beautiful touch of her hands, and for another, he didn’t really know the answer to her question. But he could take a guess.

“Because I...I don’t think I’ve slept in one since 1943. And I...after everything I’ve done...I don’t deserve to lie in such luxury...” his voice was quiet and barely audible, had it not been for the close proximity they were in, she probably wouldn’t have heard him.

“James...” she laid her forehead against his and he instinctively griped her waist a little tighter. The comfort and warmth she was bringing him was something he didn’t want to loose. She was someone he didn’t want to loose. He felt safer with no one but her. For once he actually felt...okay. But he felt he was holding her too tightly, but if he was she was wasn’t willing to tell him that.

“You know that you have no reason to be afraid. You are changing. You are becoming a good man. You do deserve to live in luxury, even if that starts with sleeping in a proper bed. Maybe it is scary for you...but...if you’ll allow me, I’ll help you face it”

“Please...” he whispered with a nod before pressing his lips to hers.

05/04/21

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omgkalyppso · 2 years ago

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7 and 10b for the halloween oc questions!!

Thank you for the ask!

7. Which oc is the most superstitious?

I'll say my ffxiv oc Sybille! I like the idea of fleur having little rituals to keep fleur luck from running sour. Letting black cats pass first; and dropping utensils and concluding someone is coming to visit (traditionally it's knives for men, spoons for ladies, and forks for beasts, but with fleur own relationship to gender being what it is, fleur is very generous with the interpretations) (thancred: someone's always coming to visit. sybille: then it isn't wrong.); thinking a hole in a pocket is an ill omen; etc.

7a. What are they superstitious about, and what is their method of staying safe?

Eorzeans must have their own system of herbs and elemental crystal shards and other items to ward off bad aether. sdjghjsdf Sybille keeps things on hand, and believes strongly in the power of running water for cleansing.

10. If your ocs were watching a scary movie or something similar, what would scare them the most?

10a. Which ocs stick together after watching it because now they’re jumping at shadows?

10b. Which oc is completely unfazed? Does this come as a surprise to anyone?

Putting answers for fe3h oc's Fae, Zoran, Almanzor and Avery under a cut, for discussion of (modern) horror.

Fae is frightened most by spirits that are trapped by location or possession. Movie moments I can think of that would upset them include the ending of Mirrors, the ending of The Woman In Black, the majority of Shutter (2004; Thai version), or even the ending of The Ring even though this reversed the concept.

Zoran is frightened most by fungus (I'm giving him my fear, it's whatever). Monsters that would upset him include the clickers from The Last of Us, the corruption from The Magnus Archives, and similar.

Almanzor I'm giving a fear of slasher content, characters with no moral compass / no discernible motives / hateful motives that enact violence. Queasy and paranoid after Friday the 13th, the Hills Have Eyes, Saw, and (like me but for different reasons) won't even sit down for the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

Avery is largely unfazed. Enjoys horror movies for jumpscares and the goosebumps of a creeping dread the same way people enjoy rollercoasters. The mythology of monsters and intrigue of the grotesque. A fucked up little guy in a situation.

Any of the four oc's I mentioned would be considerate towards one another if the person who was upset was clear about being disturbed. Avery is likely to be clingiest because they're engaging in horror specifically for this experience, and it's fun to share with others. Fae is most likely to hide that they're jumpy and to be embarrassed if caught doing a double take at a pile of clothes on a chair in the dark. Almanzor would be the most likely to deny that he's been upset by anything while burdening himself with unnecessary precautions for a short while — thinking up escape routes, checking out strange noises at the window, and needing to walk home people in his life, for example.

#long post #oc tag: sybille #faedolyn #oc tag: zora(n)#oc tag: almanzor #blaiddyd bastards #oc tag: avery #halloween #why did the readmore fuck up like that. edited

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lunar-wandering · 3 years ago

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Lanterns and Lies

surprise!! here we go, the sequel to Glamours and Gauze!

Word Count: 7k

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Macaque had lied, when he said the shadow lantern was gone.

When the Lady Bone Demon had caught him, she had made a specific note of needing the lantern.

And, well, Macaque wouldn't let that happen.

So he'd shattered it, again, and during the Lady Bone Demon's momentary shock, he'd taken the opportunity to gather the broken pieces and run.

One of her minions had cut him with the cursed knife while he was running away.

That didn't matter now though, his injuries had been healed, and the Lady Bone Demon had yet to make another move. For now, sitting on the roof of the noodle shop, he was safe.

He starred down at the shattered pieces of the lantern in his hands.

With a sigh, he carefully extended his magic, putting the pieces back together again, reforming the lantern. He held it gently in his hands as he looked around the roof.

Now where was he gonna hide this-

"Macaque, I brought plums!"

Macaque startled upon hearing MK's voice, he'd been so distracted focusing on putting the lantern back together, he hadn't even heard the other climb up the ladder to the roof.

The.....lantern....

Which he told MK was gone....

In a rush to avoid MK seeing the lantern, Macaque did the first thing he thought of.

He shoved the lantern into himself, letting it mix into his own magic. Not the smartest way of storing it, it was a highly magical item, who knows how it would act while in direct contact with his magic, but it was the first thing he could think of, and this was only a temporary measure, so it should be fine.

....Probably.

"Hey bud, what's up?" Macaque asked, turning around to face MK, who was setting a small bowl of plums on the ground. "...What are the plums for?"

"You said that if I brought you some plums, you'd tell me about the time Monkey King walked into a tree." MK said, "And I fully expect you to keep your end of the bargain."

"Yeah, yeah, okay." Macaque said, grabbing the bowl of plums. "Well you see, what happened was-"

"That had to be the stupidest shit you've ever pulled, Wukong." Macaque said, breathing heavily as he leaned against a tree. Wukong for his part, just smirked.

"I didn't see you try to stop me." He said, laughing as Macaque glared at him.

"I did try to stop you. Multiple times. But you didn't listen." He said, "You really need to stop picking a fight with every random person you meet."

"You're no fun at all." Wukong said, yawning as he stretched. Macaque rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." He said, "Anyways, we should probably head back to the cave, get some rest-"

"I'm not tired." Wukong said.

"You literally yawned a few seconds ago."

"Doesn't mean I'm tired. Besides, there's still more stuff to do." Wukong said, turning and walking off further into the mountain's forest, Macaque trailing behind him. As they walked, Macaque noticed Wukong start slouching, little by little. He didn't say anything though, knowing that Wukong would only deny it if asked.

It would be better just to watch and deal with the consequences when they came.

And oh boy, did the consequences come: in the form of Wukong turning a corner and immediately walking directly into a tree. The tree snapped in half, falling to the ground, with Wukong tumbling down after it. There was a loud thump, as dust and leaves were sent flying into the air. A few nearby birds called out in concern.

"Timber." Macaque said, a smirk on his face, walking over and crouching down beside where Wukong now lay on his back with a dazed expression on his face. "So. Not tired, huh?"

"Shut up." Wukong hissed, sitting up, pulling dirt and leaves out of his fur as he did so. "The tree just. Got in my way, that's all-"

"You're expecting me to believe that a tree got up and put itself in your path?" Macaque asked, "Wukong. I'm not stupid. Let's just hurry up and go back to the cave to rest already."

"I'm fine." Wukong said, moving to stand up, but wobbling a little, tipping backwards again-

Macaque caught him, keeping him from having another close encounter with the ground.

"I ended up having to carry him all the way back up the mountain." Macaque said, making little images with his shadows in order to give MK a better visual of what happened. "He ended up sleeping for like, 3 days. Took him still being tired when he woke up again for me to realize he'd gotten cursed. Wasn't hard to break it afterwards, but boy did Wukong protest the whole time. Practically had to tie him to his bed."

MK scribbled in his sketch book, and Macaque, out of curiosity, moved closer, looking over MK's shoulder to see a sketch of what Macaque had just described.

"....You're drawing this?" He asked. MK nodded.

"Yeah! I've got a lifetime goal of illustrating all of Monkey King's adventures!" MK said, pausing his sketching to show Macaque a quick flip through of the rest of the book. "...You got any other stories?"

"Lots." Macaque said, leaning back. "But you're gonna have to bring more plums if you want more stories. I'm not just gonna hand this info out for free."

"Of course, of course." MK said, standing up and walking back over to the ladder, mumbling to himself as he climbed back down. "I'm going to have to permanently add plums to my shopping list...."

Macaque stayed where he was, waiting patiently until he couldn't hear MK anymore, before letting out a relieved sigh.

That had been close.... No matter what, he couldn't let the others know that he still had the lantern. Revealing that would probably cause the others to push him away, they wouldn't trust him anymore, and he really couldn't have that. Hanging around them was the most advantageous position for him to be in right now, and he wasn't about to give it up any time soon.

...He still needed a place to hide it permanently, keeping it inside of himself probably wouldn't be a good idea in the long term. With that thought in mind, he mentally reached inwards with his magic, shadows starting to surround him as he prepared to take the lantern out-

"Hey, Macaque!"

Macaque startled again, the shadows that had condensed around him vanishing as though they'd been popped like party balloons as he whirled around to see-

Mei, who giggled at his shocked expression, holding up her phone and taking a quick picture of him before pocketing it.

"Would you two stop doing that?" Macaque asked, sighing as Mei circled around him.

"Hey, it's not my fault you didn't hear me coming." Mei said, giggling at the expression on Macaque's face. "Seriously, with all those ears you have it's a wonder you didn't-"

"What do you want." Macaque growled, "You wouldn't be here if you didn't want something."

"Wouldn't I?"

That. Wasn't a question Macaque felt that he could answer. He honestly couldn't think of a reason why any of MK's friends would want to be around him, but they hadn't really been pushing him away either....

Mei seemed a little concerned with how he'd suddenly gone silent though, so it was probably best to quickly change the subject.

"Ah, anyways, I have some stuff to do, so I don't really have time for you." Macaque said, walking past Mei and over to the edge of the rooftop. Distantly, he noted a weird tingling sensation come over him, but he ignored it, figuring it wasn't important.

"Oh, now that's a lie." Mei said, a smirk on her face. "You never do anything other than lounge around up here."

"Do not." Macaque said, crossing his arms. "I do plenty, you just haven't noticed."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

Macaque pondered for a moment on how best to answer-

And that was when his foot started sinking into the shadow underneath of him.

Outwardly, Macaque remained perfectly calm, not letting Mei in on the fact that anything was amiss.

Inwardly, he panicked.

That was definitely not supposed to be happening, why was it happening it shouldn't be happening why was he l o s i n g c o n t r o l-

He was snapped out of his panic when he heard the sound of an engine starting up behind him. Subtly looking over his shoulder, he could see MK, ready to drive off, probably to deliver some noodles.

Macaque made his decision in a split second.

Turning and pulling his foot out of the shadow it'd been sinking into, Macaque jumped off the roof. Ignoring Mei's shout of "Hey, wait!", he slipped into the shadow of the tuk tuk, just before MK started to drive away.

Macaque hung out in the shadow of the tuk tuk for about 15 minutes before he actually bothered to wonder where exactly MK was going.

MK slowed down a bit as he turned a corner, and Macaque figured it was as good a time as any to ask.

Carefully, he materialized on the back of the tuk tuk, then, after making sure there wasn't anything around for MK to accidentally hit should he swerve, asked;

"Where are you going?"

MK's foot slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching and Macaque almost falling off from the sudden inertia. As soon as they were still, MK whirled around, staring at Macaque, shocked.

"How long have you been there?" He asked, and the expression on his face genuinely made Macaque laugh.

"Oh, not very long." Macaque said, "I was riding along in the shadow for the most part."

"...You can do that?" MK asked, "You probably save like, so much money when traveling then-"

"Bold of you to assume that I have any money at all." Macaque said, "Anyways, you didn't answer the question. Where are you going?"

"Why do you want to know?" MK asked, crossing his arms. "And why are you here anyways? Usually you just stay on the roof, what changed?"

"Nothing! What, can't I just want to go for a ride once in a while?" Macaque said-

And his hand started sinking into the shadow beside him. Swiftly, he pulled it out, rubbing it to get rid of the remaining tingles. MK watched this happen with a look of suspicion.

"...Uh-huh, sure, like I believe that." He said, tone as dry as the desert. "And anyways, I don't think you'd want to-"

And then he paused, looking as though he'd just been hit with some kind of realization.

"Actually-" MK started, "I think it would be good if you came with me."

He turned back around, taking his foot off the break and turning back onto the road, speeding up a little.

"You still haven't told me where we're going." Macaque said.

"Oh, you'll soon find out."

Macaque had a feeling he wasn't going to like this.

He was right. He hated this.

Staring up at a temple that quite obviously belonged to Sun Wukong, Macaque regretted every decision he had made in his life that had led up to this moment.

He regretted it even more when the monkey himself opened the front gate.

"Ah, there you are kid!" Wukong said, "I was beginning to think you'd never show up!"

"I'm only 2 minutes late..." MK muttered, and Macaque couldn't help but laugh a bit at that.

Sun Wukong was not, exactly, known for being very patient after all.

"Oh, I see you brought... an audience." Wukong said, finally noticing that Macaque was, in fact, also there.

"Audience? Please, if anything I'm the lead actor." Macaque said.

"Yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that." MK said, and Macaque would've hit him where it not for the warning glance Wukong gave him.

Macaque ended up being dragged to MK's training sessions with Wukong, again and again. Some days it was because MK himself forcibly brought him along, and on other days it was because Macaque was simply avoiding Mei. (He denied the accusation that he was avoiding her when asked...and then almost tripped as his foot sank deeper into the shadows. Luckily he'd managed to blame it on a stray tree root, but he wasn't sure how long he could keep it up...)

Over the course of said days, Macaque had tried multiple times to find a better place to hide the lantern than within his own magic. (He'd long since figured out that the lantern was reacting whenever he lied, thus messing with his own magic. He had no idea why it was doing this, but the why didn't really matter so long as he could find a way to stop it.) But of course, since karma was apparently out to get him, he was interrupted by someone every single time, forcing him to keep the lantern within himself, lest the others find out about it.

Honestly though, he was shocked that Wukong hadn't noticed, considering his golden vision and all, he should've been able to see the fact that the lantern's magic was contained within Macaque.

(Macaque had nearly panicked when, on day 2 of him following MK to his training, Wukong had leaned close to him with a contemplative look on his face.

"...Why are you so close to me?" Macaque had asked, and huh, how long had that slit been in Wukong's eyebrow? Had it been there for a while and Macaque had just never noticed or-

"I'm checking to see how much of the glamor you're wearing." Was Wukong's response, as he studied him. "You're still recovering, you probably shouldn't be using magic to cover all of it."

So....Wukong was concerned about him. Macaque couldn't really imagine why, but still-

"You didn't need to get so close to me- can't you obviously see I'm wearing it?" Macaque had asked, gesturing at his own face. Wukong, surprisingly, winced at that, finally backing up a bit.

"Well, I guess you seem fine." He'd muttered, turning away, "Don't know why I was even worried."

And Macaque should've been relieved, but for some reason-

For some reason he felt like something was wrong.)

Macaque relaxed in the shade of a tree, watching Wukong train MK. It was almost soothing to watch the mentor and student trade hits as they sparred.

But of course, being relaxed didn't mean that Macaque didn't notice things.

Like how Wukong was a full 2 seconds slower in blocking MK's attacks than he'd been when Macaque had stolen MK's powers. Which wasn't really something that would normally raise concern- he probably just wasn't being as serious as he would be when encountering an actual threat, but.

Something about it was making the alarm bells that had been constantly ringing in Macaque's head louder. (Something he, obviously, didn't appreciate. Loud sounds, even mental ones, weren't very pleasant for him).

Macaque, of course, was never one to miss an opportunity to call Wukong out.

Which was why it was so surprising when MK beat him to the punch.

"Monkey King, are you okay?" MK asked, and Macaque sat up straighter, paying more attention, because oh, he wanted to hear this.

"Of course bud! Why do you ask?" Wukong said, and despite the fact that his back was to Macaque, the shadow monkey just knew that the other was lying.

"Well I don't know, you've just- seemed off, is all." MK said, shifting back and forth as he seemed to contemplate what to say. "Like, a little slower maybe? And I haven't seen you use your cloud in days, which is kinda weird, since you normally seem to use it-"

Wukong stiffened, and it was at this point that Macaque got genuinely curious, deciding that he had to see what kind of expression the other monkey was making right now. So, he slipped down into the shadows of the tree, and reappeared out of MK's shadow, startling the both of them as he slung an arm around MK's shoulder.

"Kid's right y'know." Macaque said, putting on a smirk as he looked at the other. "Even I've noticed, and I've barely even been paying attention."

That was a lie, and he barely kept himself from wincing as he felt the tingle of magic flow through his body.

Only for nothing to seemingly happen. That was...mildly concerning, he'd felt the flow of magic, so something had definitely occurred, he just couldn't tell what.

...Well, whatever. If he couldn't notice it then it probably wasn't important.

Macaque refocused back in on the subject at hand, studying Wukong's expression. Nothing he hadn't expected, the usual nervous smile and look in his eyes that indicated he was lying where all there.

Or, well, most of it was expected.

The slight twinge of fear was new.

"I'm telling you, there's nothing wrong!" Wukong said, taking a slight step back. "I'm fine, really!"

Both MK and Macaque rolled their eyes in sync.

"If you're so fine, then explain to me why you keep waiting until MK is almost right in front of you before blocking him?" Macaque asked, MK nodding along as he spoke. "Seriously, it's like you can't see it unless it's close-"

Both Macaque and MK froze, coming to the same conclusion at the same time. Wukong, seeing the expressions on their faces, scratched his cheek nervously, avoiding their gaze.

"Oh my heavens." MK said, "You need glasses."

"I do not-"

Tang had been having a peaceful day at the noodle shop.

Having, being the key word.

Because suddenly, said peaceful day was interrupted as Macaque appeared out of nowhere beside him. Tang barely kept himself from startling out of his stool. (He'd started to grow used to the shadow monkey's sudden appearances, but that didn't really make them any less startling).

Macaque, for a moment, looked confused as to where he was, looking around in surprise, before taking notice of Tang and schooling his features into something unreadable.

"Oh." He said, "Uh. Hello?"

"Hello to you too, Macaque?" Tang said, a little confused, before finally taking notes of one important fact.

Macaque's eyes were fully purple.

"...Ah." Tang said, "Not Macaque."

"Hm, smart man." 'Macaque' said, leaning back, "Nope, I'm not the original. Just a shadow clone, that's all I am."

"Why are you here? Is there trouble?" Tang asked, worry seeping into his voice. The clone just shrugged.

"Dunno." 'Macaque' said, "One minute, I didn't exist, the next, I'm here."

"How can you just not know?" Tang asked, blinking in disbelief.

"He probably created me on accident." 'Macaque' said, almost as casually as though he was reading out a morning newspaper.

"That can happen??"

"Well, not normally, but in certain cases-" The clone started, then paused, eyes narrowing. "Well, actually, if that's the case, he probably doesn't know I exist right now..."

"Shouldn't you... tell him?" Tang asked, and watched as the clone contemplated it.

"Well I mean, not telling him would be kind of funny." He said, before shaking himself out of it. "No- no, you're right, I should probably tell him."

The clone proceeded to go completely silent, and Tang watched him with thinly veiled concern. After about 2 minutes of silence, with the clone making increasingly dramatic facial expressions, Tang decided to comment again.

"...Are you actually contacting him right now?" He asked, and the clone broke out of whatever state he was in to glance at him.

"Hm? Oh- yeah." He said, "Mental connection, y'know?"

"Then how come MK doesn't ever-"

"Cause he doesn't know it exists."

Of course. Of course the lantern had made a clone.

That certainly explained why there hadn't been any obvious reaction after the magic tingle.

Although, it was weird that the clone had ended up in the noodle shop. Why on Earth would it have formed there?

(In all honesty, it was probably because, once again, Macaque felt safe there. But he never planned to admit that fact, not even to himself, so he slid that thought back into the deepest part of his mind.)

As it was now though, Macaque sat back under the tree, head in hands, mentally communicating with the clone as MK and Wukong continued to argue about whether or not the Monkey King needed glasses.

"C'mon!" MK said, stomping his foot on the ground, "Just admit that you're nearsighted already! It's obvious!"

"I don't need glasses!" Wukong said, hopping backwards as MK tried to tackle him. "I can see just fine!"

This statement was contradicted, as MK suddenly moved backwards, distancing himself from his mentor. Macaque could see Wukong squint, something he wouldn't normally do-

And then MK moved forwards, with a speed Macaque honestly hadn't seen him use before (and wasn't that funny, that somehow this argument was actually causing MK's speed to improve) and managed to tackle Wukong to the ground.

A roll of parchment fell out of one of Wukong's pockets.

"Oh?" Macaque said, standing up, temporarily blocking his shadow clone's messages out of his mind (it was fine anyways, it seemed to have gotten distracted), he walked over, picking up the roll of parchment. "What's this?"

"Wh-Hey!" Wukong said, looking up from his position of being pinned to the ground by MK, squinting his eyes as he focused on Macaque. "Don't- give that back!"

"Well now, if you're so pressed over it then I kinda have to look, right?" Macaque said, slowly unrolling the scroll despite Wukong's protests. MK, surprisingly, kept Wukong pinned, watching with curiosity as Macaque looked over the parchment's contents. "....Huh."

"What is it?" MK asked, and Macaque turned, holding out the unrolled parchment so that MK could see it. Wukong, at this point, stopped struggling, simply laying on the ground face down.

"Tell me, Wukong, why exactly do you need a map?" Macaque asked, crouching down in front of the other. "You planning on going on vacation again or something?"

"You're going to leave me again?" MK asked, and maybe Macaque was just hearing things (rather unlikely....) but there was almost a note of panic in MK's voice.

Wukong must've picked up on the panic too, as he quickly jumped into reassurance.

"Woah, hey, I'm not- I'm not vacationing any time soon." He said, attempting to shift around a little, before sighing. "...Could you get off me now, please?"

MK scrambled to get off his mentor, Wukong slowly sitting up and stretching a little. Macaque rolled his eyes at the display, shaking the map a little to draw their attention back to it.

"Hey, I'm not letting you off that easily." He said, "Explain the map. Now."

Wukong sighed again, avoiding both Macaque and MK's eyes.

"...Fine, so maybe I.....wasn't exactly on vacation...." Wukong muttered, "I was...searching for something. A weapon."

"...To fight the Lady Bone Demon, right?" MK asked, and Wukong looked at him in shock.

"How'd you-"

"Maybe leaving your successor alone when there's a powerful demon on the loose isn't the best decision, Wukong." Macaque said, rolling up the map and putting into his own pocket, before lightly rubbing his arm, a few specific... memories running through his mind. "Seriously, be glad she still hasn't gotten everything she needs."

"What do you know about what she-" MK started, then cut himself off, looking at Macaque as though he'd been given the answer to everything. "She's the one who hurt you."

Macaque didn't respond, turning around and walking away.

"Hey wait- where are you-" Wukong started-

"I'm going back to my spot under the tree." Macaque said, "You two can sort through whatever your 'vacation' was about on your own."

"...Huh." The shadow clone muttered, eyes closed as he seemingly listened in on whatever was happening to the real Macaque. "That's.....interesting."

"What is?" Tang asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Nothing really important." The clone said- and started melting slightly. Tang looked on in confusion as the clone suddenly panicked, stumbling over his words. "Wait- no I mean- it, it is important, but not really something I should be the one to tell you about?"

The melting stopped, the shadow clone returning to normal as he let out a sigh of relief.

"Does that....usually happen?" Tang asked.

"No." The clone answered, but didn't elaborate. Tang figured he'd just have to ask the real Macaque about it later. "...Anyways, do you think you could help the real me out with something?"

"Depends on what said something is." Tang said, crossing his arms.

"It's nothing bad, I promise." The shadow clone said, chuckling. "But, would you happen to know where I could buy a pair of glasses?"

"This is dumb. I look stupid."

"Aw come on Monkey King, I think you look cool!" Mei said, MK nodding along with her. "The glasses suit you just fine!"

Wukong sighed, sitting in the noodle shop with his arms crossed, leaning on the counter.

"What's with the sudden need for glasses anyways?" Pigsy asked, sliding a bowl of peach slices over to the monkey. Subtly, he also handed a bowl of plums over to Macaque, who was sitting slightly off to the side in the shadows.

Wukong stiffened, pausing for a moment before opening his mouth to answer-

"And don't lie to me." Pigsy added, and Wukong slouched a little.

(Macaque had to admit, it was kinda fun to watch the Monkey King basically get reprimanded like a child.

The only reason he didn't comment on it was that he was sure that if he did, he'd get the exact same treatment.)

There was a moment of silence, before Wukong groaned, laying his head down on the table, and muttering something that was too quiet for the others to hear, but nearly made Macaque choke on the plum he'd been chewing on.

"What?!" He said, in pure shock, "You- you're losing your powers?!"

Almost instantly, there was pandemonium.

"What do you mean you're losing your powers!" MK practically screeched, "That can happen?!"

"I don't know, but it's the only explanation I've got!" Wukong said, throwing his hands up into the air. "I can't use my golden vision or my cloud anymore- and I don't know why!"

"How, exactly, does this relate back to you suddenly needing glasses?" Pigsy asked, completely ignoring how the others where in varying states of a mental breakdown.

"I- I usually just use my golden vision to make up for it." Wukong said, "Like, magic contacts, you know?"

"...And now you can't do that anymore." Tang said, "Because you can't use your golden vision."

"......Yeah." Wukong sighed.

"Is there...anything we can do to help?" Sandy tentatively asked.

"Well, I was planning on going out and finding.... something." Wukong said, turning to look at Macaque. "Speaking of which, you promised you'd give me the map back once I got glasses, and I'm wearing them now so-"

Macaque tsk'd, pulling the map out of his pocket and tossing it over to the other monkey, who caught it and placed it upon the counter.

"It's not like I can go and get it now though." Wukong said, the others staring over him to look down at the map. "Since I can't use my cloud anymore..."

"I have an airship." Sandy said, and Wukong turned to look at him in confusion. "We could use that, to travel there."

"What- no. No. Absolutely not." Wukong said, jumping up onto the counter (ignoring Pigsy disapproving glare), and staring down at the others. "In case you don't remember, you guys have something called mortality. I'm not going to just bring you guys with me-"

"Like you have much of a choice." A new voice said, and Macaque barely kept himself from startling as he suddenly noticed Red Son beside him.

"How long have you been there-" Macaque hissed, but was ultimately ignored.

"You coming too, Red Boy?" Mei asked, despite Wukong's faint protests that nobody was coming with him, thank you very much-

"I have nothing better to do." Red Son said, shrugging. "My parents went on vacation a little while ago, I've just been hanging around since then."

"So, we're all going?" MK asked, glancing over at Macaque, who, realizing he was being stared at, sighed, standing up and stepping closer to them, in the light.

"Fine, whatever." He said, "If you guys want me to go, I'll come, but I'm not happy about it."

The others stared at him, with a mixture of confusion and shock.

"....What?" Macaque asked, already dreading the answer. MK slowly pointed behind him.

"Has your shadow always moved like that?" He asked, and Macaque didn't even bother to look, instead immediately slamming his back against the wall to cover it as he threw a glamor over his own shadow. He wasn't sure what it had been doing that the others saw, but he absolutely refused to let it be seen any longer.

"...Whatever it was you saw, forget about it." He said, and while most of the others simply shrugged, accepting it as just him being weird, looking away-

The look in Mei and Wukong's eyes did not promise good things.

The first day on the ship, everyone was mainly focused on settling in, making sure all their stuff was where it needed to be, choosing rooms, so on and so forth.

And so, for the most part, Macaque was free from whatever Wukong and Mei were planning.

The second day on the ship, however.

The second day on the ship made Macaque wish the airship had a plank so he could jump off of it.

It had started small.

"Hey, Macaque?" Mei asked, grabbing his attention before practically shoving her phone into his face. "What do you think about this?"

Macaque could barely register the image in front of his face, but eventually parsed it out to be a picture of- a kitten??

"I hate it." He said, instinctively, and almost immediately started sinking into the shadow beneath him. Mei, being so close to him, immediately noticed, confusion flashing on her face for a brief second, before a smirk took over.

"If you say so." She said, and backed off, turning away as Macaque hurriedly pulled his feet out of the shadows before he could sink any further.

Some part of him hoped that would be the end of it.

As soon as he ran into Wukong though, he instantly knew that this wasn't over by a long shot.

"Macaque." Wukong said, leaning against the wall, and Macaque instantly noticed that his glasses were missing.

"You owe Tang 5 cents." Macaque hissed, it was well known that Tang had made the Monkey King promise to pay him whenever the monkey was caught not wearing his glasses. Macaque, of course, didn't really care, but he was looking for some way to distract Wukong from whatever he was planning to do to him.

"I'll pay him later." Wukong shrugged, and Macaque mentally cursed. "So. How'd you sleep last night?"

Macaque wasn't going to be led into the trap this obviously was.

"How did you sleep last night?" He shot back.

"I didn't." Wukong said, perfectly honest. "I did see you walking around for a bit though, so I'm curious as to whether or not you slept. You need it more than I do, remember?"

That.... was true. Macaque did need to sleep more than Wukong did, but-

"I slept just fine." Macaque lied, sighing as he felt the glamor over his ears fade away. Wukong crossed his arms, a concerned look on his face, but Macaque ignored it, choosing instead to walk into a nearby shadow to teleport to another location on the ship, throwing his glamor back on as he did so.

(He, in truth, was in the same boat as Wukong, both literally and figuratively. He hadn't slept at all, instead laying awake all night, worrying.

Wukong was losing his powers. MK was not nearly close enough to being ready. The others, outside of Red Son, might have some powers or abilities, but they are no where near close enough to being capable of beating the Lady Bone Demon.

He'd have to rely on the unknowns of this weapon Wukong was seeking out.

Macaque didn't like relying on unknowns.)

He emerged in the ships engine room-

And very nearly fell right on top of Red Son.

"Watch where you're going!" Red Son huffed, dodging out of the way and angrily brushing non existent dirt off of his jacket. "Seriously, what is with you guys and trying to knock me to the ground?"

"Maybe you just look very squishable." Macaque muttered, not really intending on giving Red Son a proper response. He actually didn't want to interact with anyone right now, especially not Red Son, so he turned, moving to leave the engine room-

"Not so fast." Red Son said, stopping Macaque in his tracks by grabbing hold of the back of his scarf. "I've got some questions for you."

Hm. That didn't bode well.

"What makes you think that I have any answers?" Macaque asked, only to be met by a deadpan look that promised-

That promised fire if he didn't co-operate.

If there was a list of things Macaque strictly didn't want, fire would be number one, at the top of the list.

"...What do you want to know?" He asked, slumping a little in defeat.

"Why you stayed." Red Son said, elaborating when Macaque only looked at him in confusion. "Your wound healed. You were perfectly free to go. And yet.... you stayed. Like you were....trying to protect something."

"Uh, yeah, myself, obviously." Macaque said, shrugging. "Hanging out around the Monkey King and his successor is the safest place to be after-"

"That's not it." Red Son said, and Macaque froze. "Sure, staying around them while you're weak makes sense, you'd need someone to protect you. But after you've recovered? Once you're strong again? Sure, I can understand you getting attached, but always staying around them is a little strange."

There was a glint, in Red Son's eye, and Macaque suddenly remembered a moment, yesterday, where Mei had dragged the fire demon off to the side to have a little conversation. He'd thought nothing about it at the time, but now-

"You say that you're protecting yourself....But at this point, somehow, you're mostly protecting them, aren't you?" Red Son asked, "Whatever it is you're hiding, you're hiding it to protect both yourself and them."

Macaque didn't answer, instead staring at the floor.

Whatever Mei and Wukong had been planning, Red Son was in on it.

And he was very clearly not as interested in taking a subtle approach.

"Your powers have been on the fritz lately." Red Son said, almost like it was an afterthought to his whole theory. "Don't think that we haven't noticed. It's different from Wukong though, in that you're not losing your powers, if anything, it's like they're getting stronger, almost as though they're being drawn from a different source-"

Macaque didn't want to stay here any longer.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He lied, and didn't resist as his powers fluctuated in response, letting himself completely fall into the shadow behind him.

He ended up falling out of a shadow on the ceiling.

Luckily, it was in his own room, so no-one else was there to witness it.

Didn't mean it didn't hurt though.

"...That's gonna bruise later...." He muttered to himself as he slowly pushed himself off the floor and stood up.

For a moment, he just stood there, slightly dazed.

And then he started pacing.

This was not good, the others were onto him, he wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer.

Not to mention the lantern, it's influence on his abilities was getting stronger the longer he left it inside himself. There was literally no telling how far it's influence would go.

(He'd already started noticing some strands of his fur turning purple. It wasn't anything that couldn't easily be covered up by a glamor, but the fact it was happening at all was incredibly concerning.)

He had to find another place to hide it. But where-

And suddenly, Macaque was struck by an idea. A rather bad idea, honestly, there was sure to be consequences from this, but it was the only idea he had right now.

The ship's clock struck 4 am.

Macaque slipped into MK's room, holding the faintly glowing lantern.

For a moment, he stood there, beside MK's bed, letting the lantern hover over top of him, thinking.

Maybe......maybe he shouldn't do this. He could probably find another way, something more reasonable than a hastily made, sleep deprived, decision. After all, the lantern had proven that it came with side effects, who knows how it'd affect MK?

Well. If he's actually being honest, he was hoping that the Monkey King Magic MK had would effectively cancel out the lanterns effects.

...He had no way of proving that it could do that though.

After a few more minutes of standing there, mentally debating, Macaque finally came to the decision that, yeah, this wasn't a good idea, he should just go back to his room and try to sleep for the few remaining hours of the night, come up with a better plan tomorrow-

A loud sound clanged from the engine room, and Macaque startled, barely keeping himself from squeaking as the sudden noise surprised him, squeezing his hands on instinct-

And snapping the lantern in half, the bottom piece falling and merging into MK's magic.

For a moment, Macaque just stood there in shock.

Then MK curled up, letting out a small noise of pain as little golden and purple sparks started shooting across his body, and Macaque panicked, reaching into MK's magic and hurriedly pulling out the other half of the lantern, shoving both pieces back into himself as MK started to stir.

By the time MK was sitting up, blinking his eyes open, rubbing his arms and looking around the room in confusion, Macaque was gone.

The next day, Wukong practically broke down Macaque's door, MK in tow.

"Mine explaining to me why there are traces of shadow magic all over MK?" He asked, before pausing as he registered the scene in front of him.

Macaque was curled up under his blankets, a pillow over his head effectively hiding him from view. The only part of the other monkey that Wukong could actually see was his tail, which was dangling over the side.

This wasn't really that weird, Wukong fully remembered that the other monkey was in no way a morning person.

...It was slightly more weird due to the fact that it was lunchtime.

"Is he...okay?" MK asked, leaning over his mentor's shoulder.

"You tell me." Wukong said, "You're the one with the golden vision right now."

Macaque's tail, which had been swinging idly, froze, and suddenly there was a mad scramble as he tried to pull all the blankets off of himself and sit up at the same time. Essentially, he ended up rather tangled, and was far too late to stop MK from using his golden vision.

At first there was nothing MK hadn't already expected. The bags under the eyes, the mussed up fur, the six ears and the scar. These were all things he knew that he'd find.

The purple streaks in Macaque's fur was surprising.

But not nearly as surprising as the lantern that lay intermingled with Macaque's own magic.

"What do you see, kid?" Wukong asked, and MK watched as Macaque sat up straighter, finally managing to pull the blankets off of himself.

"Nothing! He sees nothing! Right, bud?" Macaque asked, a panicked twinge in his voice, and-

MK could see the lantern flare, the magic traversing Macaque's entire body, before condensing around his arm.

Which proceeded to sink into the shadow on the bed.

"...Well." MK started, staring as Macaque pulled his hand out of the shadow and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "That's not something you see every day."

"So I was right then?" Red Son asked, "He's been storing the lantern within himself?"

"How'd you even know about the lantern..." Macaque muttered, from where he sat at the kitchen table, leaning back with his arms crossed. His glamor had been taken down, allowing everyone to see the purple streaks in his fur.

The lantern sat on the table in front of him.

"I have my sources." Red Son said, looking overly proud of himself. Macaque huffed, looking away.

"I thought you said the lantern was destroyed?" Mei said, using a spoon to lightly poke the lantern, almost as though it would grow legs and run away.

"Yeah, like, I saw you break it-" MK started, and then was stopped mid sentence as Macaque raised his fist, before harshly crushing the lantern, breaking it into pieces. A few of the others jumped. "What did you do that for-"

Macaque simply raised his hand, letting his magic call out, and letting the pieces slide back into their proper place. By the end of it, the lantern looked as good as new, as though it'd never been broken. MK watched the display with wide eyes.

"I did break the lantern." Macaque said, "It's just not that hard to fix."

"Regardless-" Wukong started, grabbing the lantern out of Macaque's hand, the lantern switching from it's usual purple to a soft golden glow as he did so. "You seriously should've told us that you have this. It would've saved you so much trouble."

"Would you have trusted me, if you knew I still had it?" Macaque asked, only to be met with silence. "...Yeah. Thought so."

There was a moment of silence as Macaque sat there, looking down, not meeting anyone's eyes. Then Sandy softly placed his hand on Macaque's shoulder.

"It's not that we wouldn't have trusted you." He said, gently. "We would've just taken a bit longer to come around, is all."

"Uh-huh, sure, keep telling yourself that." Macaque said, still looking at the floor, and thus missing the entirely silent conversation everyone else shared.

They all agreed they probably weren't going to get very far with this issue any time soon, by the look of things. (That didn't mean they wouldn't bring it up later, though.)

"If you thought we wouldn't trust you if we knew you had the lantern, then why didn't you just, I don't know, throw it away?" MK asked, and Macaque sighed, slouching down in his chair.

"...Lady Bone Demon wanted it." He muttered, and everyone immediately stood up ramrod straight.

"What?" Wukong hissed, staring down at the lantern in his hands as though he was seeing it in a new light. "Why- what could she possibly want with-"

"Don't know, didn't stick around long enough to find out." Macaque said, shrugging. MK and Red Son both looked horrified.

"That's how you got injured." MK muttered, "She must've captured you because she wanted the lantern...."

"The Lady Bone Demon has a cursed blade..." Red Son said, under his breath, only Macaque hearing him.

"Yeah yeah, I got captured, I got injured, whatever, it's all over with now." Macaque said, waving a hand around as though he wasn't making light of something horrifying. "Anyways, anyone else got any bright ideas on where to hide the lantern?"

"....Was that a pun." Wukong asked, "Seriously. You reveal that the Lady Bone Demon is after both you and the lantern and then you swap topics with a pun?"

"You got a problem with that?" Macaque asked, a smirk on his face. There was a moment of tense silence as the two of them stared at each other.

Wukong set the lantern back down on the table.

And then tackled Macaque out of his chair and onto the floor. Macaque let out a startled yelp as they went down, before quickly switching to clawing at the other as Wukong easily pinned him to the ground-

And then suddenly Wukong's grip weakened, and Macaque easily reversed their positions, pinning Wukong to the floor. For a moment the Monkey King looked confused, before a look of nervous realization appeared on his face.

"Uh- guys?" He said, nervously giggling as Macaque and the others stared at him in confusion. "Um. I think I just lost my super strength?"

#Monkie Kid #fanfic #my writing #Glamors and Gauze-verse

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moral-turpitudes · 4 years ago

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Trust Issues:

Trigger Warnings: Lil bit of /implied/ Smut, Fluff, Angst, Fighting, Swearing, Blood, basically everything that makes the Peaky Blinders the Peaky Blinders.

Word Count: A lot...5,447 (I’ll be adding it to the masterlist under requested fics because it’s long as hell lmao)

Characters: Finn Shelby x Female!Reader

Request: “Hey can you make one with Finn where they dating for some time but the Shelby family doesn't know much about her/her family so they don't trust her but them she receves a black hand and Luca goes after her trying to get her to betray the family and she pretends to agree just to tell them a Luca is up to and just how her relashionship becomes better with then and how Finn just love her more and more. angst/fluff maybe smut idk”

Requested by: Anon

Summary: Y/N worries Finn’s family won’t trust her, but she gains it in an unexpected way.

“I’ve told you a hundred times Finn, your family doesn’t like me! It’s no secret.” Y/N stated, pacing around her room that Finn ventured to almost every night.

“They do too! They’re just...horrible at trusting people really. That’s all.” He said, stopping her from frantically pacing by placing his arms around her when she got close to him.

“Let me go!” She yelled, giggling as he picked her up and placed her on the bed.

He hovered over her like so many nights before, kissing her neck as she whimpered quietly in her barren apartment. His hands trailing down to her hips as she pulled him closer, their movements slowly breaking her out of her worries.

“When you-“ Y/N began, but was interrupted by Finn kissing her passionately.

“Stop worrying. We’re seeing them tomorrow whether you want to or not. They know how important you are to me, they just haven’t gotten to know you that well yet.” He said, continuing his actions as she moaned into his lips as his hands traveled further down.

Later that night, they lied there tangled in each other’s arms. Breathing ragged as they came down from their high.

“Can you believe we’ve been dating for a year, love?” He asked, looking up at the aging ceiling.

“Dating in secret for 6 months, dating in public for the other 6, it doesn’t feel like a year.” She said tersely.

Finn sighed as she spoke, preparing himself for another mini-lecture.

“My family can be a bit much Y/N, I’m sorry I kept you a secret from them for so long. There’s just...a lot of things about them that are-“ He started before Y/N interrupted him.

“Dangerous. I know.” She said sighing as she cuddled into his chest.

“Yeah. You’re not on their bad side, but it’s easy to get there, so I just wanted to keep you safe. Those 6 months were some of the scariest of my life so far. I just didn’t want you to get hurt.” He said, kissing the top of your head.

She turned to him, not saying a word as she looked into his eyes. They were so bright and full of hope despite the things he’s seen, making her wonder how long it would be until they turned cold and sinister like his brothers.

“I love you, Finn. I really do.” She said, pecking him on the lips before lying back down to sleep.

“I know.” He said, settling down beside her, hoping tomorrow would go well.

The next morning, the mail man came by dropping off various letters, waking them from their slumber as he banged on the door.

Finn shot up, looking to see Y/N still asleep as he went to see who it was.

He grabbed his hand gun after he put on his pants, and quietly walked to the door.

“Hello sir! Good morning. Here’s the mail for Miss Y/L/N.” He said cheerfully.

“Thank you.” He said, his nerves calming as he tucked the gun in his pocket, out of sight of the man.

As he waved the man off and closed the door, he heard his girlfriend’s footsteps lightly coming down the stairs.

“Finn? Who was that? Is everything okay?” She asked, pulling her robe around her nude body tightly.

“Yeah, just the mail.” He said, running his hands through the mass of hair on his head. He hadn’t told her the terrible news yet, but he figured bringing her to the family meeting would suffice.

He watched as she rummaged through various letters from her loved ones in London, knowing she’d probably spend hours writing back as she missed them terribly. Her job at a children’s charity office had forced her to move out to Small Heath after all.

As he watched, he saw her pick up a small letter that had intricate writing on it.

Y/N’s brow furrowed as she didn’t recognize the persons handwriting.

And when she opened it, she only grew more confused as she stared at the black handprint stamped on the white paper.

“What’s this?” She asked, raising it up to him. He crossed the room in a flash and tugged the letter from her hand.

“We have to go.” He said quickly, angrily.

“Finn, wait! We have to get dressed are you mad?!” She yelled, panicking internally.

Finn stopped near the front door and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, realizing he almost went to a family meeting half dressed, and leaving his girlfriend to meet them in a robe.

“Right. Ok, we have to be quick. C’mon.” He said leading her back upstairs so they could change.

Once done, they ran down the stairs, Y/N grabbing the letter and shoving it in her pocket as they went out the door.

Meanwhile at the shop, Tommy paced and checked his pocket watch as the family waited for Finn, knowing he’d probably bring his girlfriend in with him.

“So you’re telling me this fucking black hand is from the Changretta’s, Tom?” John asked, his face flushing with anger as he slammed the letter on his desk.

“Yes. They’re here and they’re taunting us. But I can’t talk about that until everyone’s here alright?”

“Oi he’s probably just fucking his, girlfriend they’ll be here soon. She has no ties to us besides Finn. They wouldn’t go after him or her, he’s not as involved.” Arthur said.

“Not yet. I know how he works. He’s going to try to run this family into the ground if we let him.” Tommy said, lighting a cigarette as the shop doors flew open, Finn practically dragging Y/N through the lobby and into the room.

“What the fuck is this Tommy! Why’s he coming for her eh?” He said grabbing the letter from her hand roughly and tossing it on his desk.

“Finn, Y/N...nice of you to join us. Everyone sit down.” He said walking in front of his desk and leaning against it.

“Why is he coming for her? Can we trust her?” Linda asked, earning a cold look from Finn.

“Shut it Linda. Yes you can trust her for gods sake, leave the poor girl alone.” Ada said.

“Since I got this letter personally may I speak? Or do I have to be pregnant or married to one of you to do so?” Y/N remarked snidely, annoyed at Linda’s assumptions. Polly smirked as she sipped her tea nervously. Tommy raised an eyebrow and nodded for her to continue, not expecting her to join in on things so quickly.

The room fell silent as she clutched Finns hand nervously.

“I know I’m not liked around here. You have no reason to like me and I’m not going to beg for anyone’s approval, but I want you to know you can trust me. I love Finn, and I’d never put him and your family in harms way, and to my knowledge he wouldn’t do so either. I can’t even begin to tell you how I got that letter, but before you call me out again, Linda. I’d like to ease some of your all’s suspicions.” She said, shifting in her seat.

“I’ve met you all a fair amount of times in the last 6 months. During that time I’ve had to readjust to a new job and move away from my family who are in London, and they have no ties to whatever the hell’s going on, therefore they don’t have ties to me either. I swear you can trust me.” She said, feeling her heart rate sky rocketing.

“Do you know about Luca Changretta?” Tommy asked, rubbing a cigarette along his lip before lighting it and taking a drag.

“No. I’ve never heard that name in my life.” She stated.

“Well, I’ve called you all here today because that is one of the men who sent us all black hands. Everyone got one, and that means he knows where we live, he most likely knows where we are at all times.” Tommy said.

“I’m going to have eyes on you until this is over, but I need you all to promise me something.” He said, putting out his cigarette in the tray on his desk.

“Promise what Thomas?” Polly asked, putting her tea down and crossing her arms.

“If you see anything suspicious, you tell me. I don’t care if it’s a false alarm, you tell me and don’t mutter any of this to a single soul.” He said, glaring at everyone as they sat before him.

“John, Arthur, Finn, Isiah. Get ready, grab your guns and your caps. Ladies you stay here, only go out for break. Polly, keep the legal business running, we can’t have someone slipping under our noses.” He said checking his bullets and putting on his coat.

“Will you be setting men up at our houses?” Esme asked.

“Yes. Mine too, don’t worry they’ve been briefed already.” He said, walking out the door.

Finn stood up reluctantly and pulled Y/N in for a hug and she placed a quick peck on his lips before he left, putting his cap on his head and grabbing a gun.

“Now, we have to work ladies. Y/N you’re staying here. You’ll have to call in today.” Polly said, grabbing papers off Tommy’s desk.

“Okay. I can help if needed, I’ve done secretary work before.” She said.

Polly looked at her for a moment and studied her before answering.

“Alright, there’s a desk near mine that’s been empty, I think the poor girl quit but hasn’t handed in her letter of resignation. You’ll take her desk for today, I’ll give you papers to sign with the company name.” She ordered.

“Okay, thank you Polly.” Y/N said quietly, sitting down at the rather large desk. The girl must’ve quit because the desk was empty and she found no personal items there, not even a photograph.

Polly came strolling over with a handful of documents pointing at the various places to sign and explaining some of the forms to her.

“Thank you, Polly.” She said giving her a small smile.

Y/N began signing, using it as a way to take her mind off of Finn and his brothers whereabouts.

Polly and Ada discussed some other work, and Linda filed some papers while Esme typed documents up, they all worked together nicely but there was a visible underlying tension between them and Linda. And if Y/N had a bad list, she knew she was first on it.

She sighed as she blew through the papers, yearning for a break and deciding to call in for the day at her regular job.

“Hello this is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m calling in today, I have some personal matters to attend to.....alright....thank you Mrs. Johnson. I’ll be in tomorrow....goodbye.” She said, hearing the disappointment in her bosses voice as she spoke.

“Did you call in?” Polly asked, overhearing your phone call.

“Yes. My boss wasn’t too happy but it’s not something I can control really.” She said.

“Next time I wouldn’t deal in absolutes my dear.” Polly said, combing through papers.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, finishing the forms on her desk.

“I know we haven’t known you for long but one thing you should know about the Shelby’s my dear is that we try not to make promises or make definite plans with others.” She said.

“So you’re saying I probably won’t be coming into work tomorrow either?” Y/N asked, anxiety filling her mind as she thought of Finn being hurt.

“Yes. You never know with this fucking family.” She said lighting a cigarette.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She said, excusing herself as she went towards the front door.

“Where are you going?” Polly asked.

“I just need some space. I’ll be right outside.” She said, she was about to promise that too but she heeded Polly’s words. They made sense but she couldn’t shake the sense of dread out of her bones.

As she leant against the cold brick building, she heard the door open as Ada walked out and stood near her.

“Did you come out here to see if I was lying?” Y/N asked.

“That and I wanted to apologize for Linda. She’s...difficult.” She said, lighting a cigarette for herself.

Y/N scoffed and lit one of her own, looking around nervously, scanning the streets for anything suspicious.

“They wouldn’t hang out right near the shop unless they want to be shot on sight.” Ada said.

“Can’t risk anything though eh?” Y/N said, taking another drag from her cigarette.

Ava smirked and nodded as she looked out at the dark, black-tinged buildings in front of them.

“We do like you, you know...we just can’t trust people very often in this business.” She said, looking at Y/N.

Y/N smiled as she stared at the brunette Shelby, her eyes less scarred by everything, kind of like Finn’s.

“Finn said that too. I’m relieved to hear that, I know it’s not easy welcoming in new people.” She said.

Ada nodded and patted Y/N’s shoulder before going back inside, leaving her out in the open.

Suddenly, a man walked near her looking just slightly out of place against the tattered clothes of the townspeople. He was tall, lean, and had a black hat on, making her tense up as he drew closer.

“Hello miss. Ya know where I can find a bar ‘round here?” He asked, looking around him quickly as he spoke, a toothpick sticking out of his mouth on the verge of falling with each word.

“No, sorry sir. Have a good day.” She said glancing at the tattoo on his neck.

“You work here?” He asked, walking closer to her.

She backed up until her back hit the wall, leaving her nowhere to go.

“No. May I ask your name? Not many men stop me on the streets and I’d like to know.” She asked, her heart racing as she tried to remain calm.

“You don’t belong on the streets sweetheart. You could join me though, I have some business I’m taking care of here, but when I’m done I can help you ya know.” He said leaning his palm against the wall, he was so close she could smell his cologne.

“That sounds suspicious you know. I’m not stupid.” She said, trying to walk towards the door of a nearby unmarked building, trying to get him away from the entrance to the shop.

He grabbed her wrist tightly as she went to yell, clasping his hand hard over her mouth and nose with a wet cloth. One whiff of the stuff and she was out, blackness overtaking her vision.

When she woke up she was in an alley, her clothes were ripped and her hands were tied to a pipe along a brick wall.

“What did you do to me?” She asked, scared of the answer.

“Nothing sweetheart, just wanted to take you somewhere more quiet, you seemed like a rowdy one.” He said, closing in around her and cutting her hands loose.

“Now, I’m going to ask you a question again. You have to answer honestly or I’ll take you right here in this alley.” He said.

“Okay.” She said sternly, trying to calm her nerves.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“I asked you that earlier but you never told me.” She spat as he gripped her wrists tightly.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N.” She said.

“I thought so. Mr. Shelby really needs to beef up his security around there don’t ya think?” He asked.

“Yes.” She said as he chuckled.

“You didn’t answer my question you know.” She stated, looking at his gun in its holster.

“Oh my bad sunshine. The names Luca. Luca Changretta. Wish we coulda met under better circumstances. I didn’t know Finn had such a fine woman.” He said.

“How do you know me?” She asked.

“I know all my enemies names. Ya gotta keep em’ closer than ya friends, you know the saying.” He said.

“I know you’re scared, but I just have one proposition for ya.” He continued, his eyes boring a hole into hers.

“What is it? To join your shitty hat club?” She asked, annoyed she got into this situation.

“Now that wasn’t nice miss Y/L/N. I’ll have to get ya for that one. Such a shame.” He said, flicking his switchblade out with one hand and gripping both your wrists with the other.

“If ya scream I’ll end ya.” He said. She blinked back tears as she forced her mouth shut, bracing for the pain of the blades edge coming for her face.

“You tend to run that pretty mouth of yours so let me help you with that.” He said inching the blade closer to her lips. She breathed heavily through her nose as she thought of anything to get her out of this situation.

She quickly brought her knee up, hitting him in the groin and making him groan in pain as he moved away from her, allowing her to run a couple of feet ahead of him.

“You can’t out-run a gun sweetheart.” He said, standing there with a pained look on his face as he clicked the gun, the bullets ready to fire in a split second.

“Walk back here and listen to my plan princess. I’ll let you go home after we talk.” He said.

Shaking, she reluctantly walked back to him, the alley feeling as if it was closing in on her every second.

“What?” She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You’re going to help me. I’m gonna send my men to Tommy’s warehouse and you’re gonna tell Tommy to meet them there with his brothers in tow...and you’re gonna blow it up. We’ve planted the bombs but you’ll push the button.” He said, a evil smirk hinting at his lips.

“You’re mad.” She said, attempting to walk away from him before he slammed her to the wall, cutting her cheek with the switchblade in the process.

“If you stand me up or tell them about the bombs, I’ll kill ya, and then I’ll kill your little boyfriend. I’m already after the rest of them. You can’t beat me sweetheart, I’ve been tracking you and Finn for days.” He said.

She touched her cheek silently as she cried, nodding along with his words as he brought her in for a hug.

“Good girl. Now, go home or back to whatever you were doing. Don’t forget ya job later, be at the wear house at 7.” He said before walking off.

Y/N smirked as the blood ran down her cheek. He wasn’t that smart, and it was the perfect way to earn the Shelby’s trust, now that their lives depended on it.

She glanced at her watch and realized she’d been out for longer than she should’ve. Knowing Tommy and the family would probably kill her themselves once she got back.

As she walked through the alley she realized she was right down the street.

“Stupid bastard, couldn’t even take me to a discreet location.” She scoffed, walking quickly to the doors and going in, walking straight to Tommy’s office. She could hear Finn yelling and Polly arguing with Ada, and the rest of the family quarreling back and forth as she walked in, not bothering to knock.

Everyone stopped to look at her as she walked straight to Finn, tears welling up in her eyes as he pulled her into his arms.

“Where the hell did you go love? You know he told you to stay here...” he said as she cried into his shirt.

“I know. I only went outside the shop. I’m sorry.” She said wiping the blood off her face with her hand and wincing at the cut.

“Where’d you get cut then aye? You weren’t at the shop when we got back. Fucking explain that Y/N.” Tommy said walking over to her as she sat down.

“That’s why I came back here. I was just getting some air outside, Polly and Ada both know that. Then a man came up to me, asking me if I worked there and if I knew where the bar was. I said no of course. Then as I tried to head the opposite way, just to lead him away from the shop, he fucking grabbed me...” She said, struggling to catch her breath as tears streamed down her face. Finn knelt beside her, holding her hand.

“That’s not all. Who was it?” Tommy demanded, the others stood around, tension in their features as they waited for her to speak.

“Luca Changretta.” She said, Finn’s eyes went dark, a look of anger settling over his features.

Tommy and Finn got up quickly, Tommy checking the guns and Finn pulling on his cap. Meanwhile John and Arthur gathered their machine guns.

“Wait! Please...” Y/N yelled, making them all stop and turn to her.

“Don’t go. Please don’t go. He-he told me he’d kill me if I told you about his plans but I don’t fucking care. If there’s a time to trust me then it’s right now because if you go after him you’ll all die.” She said, sitting back in the chair as she felt faint.

“What are you talking about Y/N?” Finn said, checking his gun as he stood near her.

“He said that he wanted me to meet him at the wear house at 7, that’s where you all were going, correct?” She asked, looking at Tommy.

“Yes.” He said.

“Don’t fucking go. He wanted me to be the one to push the button. Tommy he’s laced the warehouse with bombs. He wanted me to betray Finn. He wanted me to betray your family, but I couldn’t do it. I-“ she said, tears streaming down her face once again as Finn knelt down and pulled her into him, resting his head atop hers.

“What do we do then aye Tom?” John asked. His trigger finger growing impatient as he clutched the gun in his hands.

“We wait him out. When he sees we’re not there he’ll go after her, but he’ll come here. If he was confident enough to come here in broad daylight he’ll come here at night in a heartbeat. We’re waiting him out.” He said.

“Polly, Ada, Y/N, Linda, Esme. You go to the room in there, close the blinds.” He said, pointing to the door in his office that led to a smaller area where Lizzie usually worked. Luckily she was at home with the children, so she wouldn’t have to deal with the chaos.

The women went into the office and sat in various seats, closing the door behind them and waited quietly, all except Y/N.

“Did you hear what I said?” Tommy asked, his voice thick with anger.

“Yes. But I have a feeling he wants to see me, maybe I can-“ She started to say before Finn took her hand and led her to the office.

“You’re not staying out here. The Changretta’s take their plans seriously and he’ll be pissed when he finds out you betrayed him. Stay in there until it’s clear.” He said giving her a long hug and brushing his hand lightly over her cut.

“We’ll get them, I-“ He started to say before she cut him off with a kiss.

“Don’t promise anything. Just go.” She said, going into the office and shutting the door behind her.

Polly quietly gave her a hand gun as she came in, putting a finger to her lips as she did so.

“I’ve never shot one what are you doing?” Y/N asked.

“You may need it. Just point and shoot.” She said.

“Why me?” She asked, her hands shaking as she held the foreign object.

“You just helped the family. We trust you, and consider this your first day.” Polly said.

“Wait I still work-“ she started, Polly cutting her off.

“I’ve made arrangements for you. You’re safer with us. Besides...” she said lighting a cigarette.

“We pay better than those blokes at the charity office.” She said.

“You called my boss? When I left?” Y/N asked.

“Yes. Now do you accept or not?” She asked, finally looking at Y/N with a look more so of approval than suspicion.

“I will if we make it out of this alive.” Y/N said. Checking her watch to see the clock ticking down to 7pm.

“Finn.” Tommy said, pulling his little brother close to him.

“You’ll be answering the door. Don’t say a word, just lead them here in my office.” He said.

John, Arthur, and Isiah stood at varying points around the room, guns ready to ambush them if needed.

Tommy checked his machine gun as he saw Polly closing the blinds and shutting the lights of.

“Isiah turn the rest of the lights off in the shop, I only want mine on.” He said and Isiah stepped out to do as told, coming back a few minutes later and deciding to help protect Polly and then from inside the small office.

Finn looked anxiously at the clock as he stood near the front door. It was 15 past 7, and knowing the Changretta’s, they rented the fastest cars they could manage to get there.

A loud knock sounded on the door not long after, causing Tommy to look up from his pocket watch, a feeling washing over him similar to the moment right before The Battle of the Somme.

“Hello Finn. Show me and my men where Tommy is and this whole thing can be over. I promise you that.” He said. Finn just looked at him and led him to his office acting as if only Tommy was there.

He knocked twice waiting for his answer.

“Tommy, Mr. Changretta is here.” He said, waiting for his response.

“Send him in.” Tommy said. Finn came in and quickly stood in front of the door where the women were, reaching for the gun in his coat.

Luca and 3 men walked in, looking Arthur and John up and down as they sized everyone up with their eyes. His lips curling into a sinister smile as the toothpick stuck out of his mouth.

“I have a bone to pick with Finn’s girlfriend. She stood me up...broke my heart really. I could’ve made her night if she woulda let me.” He said, watching as Finn’s face turned into a mask of anger. He’d never been one to keep his facial expressions in check.

“I’m sorry that happened, we were none the wiser, we were going to the warehouse just now.” Tommy said, staring blankly.

“If you didn’t know about her then you would’ve been at the warehouse like we planned.” Luca said.

“Correct. But she didn’t return. We don’t know where she’s gone so that pushed us back.” He lied.

“She’s as smart as she is beautiful, and I told her to go home but I know she came here. I’ll kill her, you’ll see.” He said, walking towards the door to go look around.

“Why else are you here Changretta? You could be out finding Y/N yourself but instead you’re here. My brothers and I were just about to go deal with this business before heading home.” He said, John yawned as if on cue as he rocked back on his heels impatiently.

“If you’re not going to tell me then I’ll have to find her myself.” He said stepping towards Finn.

“Aren’t you here because you wanted to kill the family? Not just Y/N? You served us all a black hand after all.” Finn questioned, pointing his gun at Luca’s chest.

He smirked and turned towards Tommy as he nodded at his men, clearly not afraid of Finn’s gun. The three men lunged for Arthur as John cocked his gun, aiming at one of the men and shooting him in the head.

Tommy went towards one of the others who almost tackled John as Luca taunted Finn against the door.

Arthur tackled the first man down, wrestling the gun out of his hand as a bullet grazed his shoulder, Linda silently cringed in the other room at the sound of her husband in pain.

“You really thought you could take us down?” Finn yelled over the noise, shoving Luca back with the gun.

“I can, and you’ll be glad you’re dead if I tell you what I’d do to her-“ He started to say before Finn landed a punch to his face, sending him back a couple feet.

“You talk too much.” He said, going towards Luca again.

Luca smirked as Finn looked to the side briefly to see Tommy pulling a gun at the man he’d tackled. With one shot the second man was down, leaving John wrestling down the last one.

Tommy quickly ran to where Finn was and hit Luca in the back of the head with the butt of his gun, causing him to fall back against his desk, blood dotting various papers as he fell.

“Finn, go help John.” He said, before punching Luca in the face once again.

Finn shakily held the gun as he aimed at the man who was now landing punch’s to his brothers face, and shot, the sound of his body hitting the ground still causing a shiver down his spine despite him killing before.

As he stood there he heard a muffled cry coming from inside the room as he knew Y/N was watching through the cracks of the blinds, but was soon snapped back to reality as Tommy yelled out in pain.

Luca lowered his gun as he saw Tommy fall back, clutching his arm tightly.

He raised it at Finn, the blood dripping down his face and clouding his eyes as he aimed for the young blinder.

But suddenly the door opened, and Y/N came out pointing her hand gun at Luca, a tear rolling down her cheek as she did so.

“Get back Y/N. Go.” Finn said as he tried to shield her as Luca raised the gun up more, on the verge of shooting.

A shot rang out from behind Finn as Luca��s head rocked back at the impact, his body going limp as the bullet passed through his skull.

It was eerily silent after that. Finn’s ears rang as did hers as he realized he would’ve been dead if she had listened to him when he told her to go back.

Finn quickly took the gun from her and Tommy crawled over Luca’s body to check the pulse, smirking as he looked up at Y/N.

“Nice shot. How’d you get the gun?” He asked, walking towards her.

“Polly gave it to me. Told me to point and shoot.” She said, wiping a tear from her eye.

“Alright.” He said, walking over to the door and telling the others they could come out.

John and Arthur got to dragging the bodies out back, while Polly and the other women tiptoed over the blood and back to the lobby.

Finn followed them out and left Y/N standing there for a bit, staring at the blood coating Tommy’s floor.

“It feels weird the first time killing someone, you’ll get used to it.” He said, tying a tourniquet on his arm before going to clean some of the blood off his desk.

“Um...Polly said something about this being my first day. Am I to work for you now? I-I don’t know what I’d do.” She said pulling her tattered coat around herself.

“Yes. You can start tomorrow actually. Take the empty desk out there.” He said, referring to the one she worked at earlier in the day.

She nodded and walked towards the door, her hands shaking from the days events.

“Oh and Y/N?” Tommy said, grabbing a cloth from a drawer.

“If it makes things any better, I trust you just as much as Finn does. You’ll fit in here, just go easy on him eh?” He said, a small smirk playing at his usually stoic lips.

“I’ll try.” She said smirking and closing the door behind her.

“Y/N you ready to go home?” Finn called out over everyone talking. She looked around at what would be her new work, and ultimately her new family. Linda was cleaning Arthur’s arm, and John and Esme were making out on her desk. Meanwhile Polly and Ada were tidying up the place.

“Yeah.” She sighed, walking to him and putting her arm around his waist as he led her out into the cool night air.

“Does that cut hurt?” He asked, once in the car.

“Yeah, but I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” She said, giving him a kiss before they drove off to her apartment. It was only mere hours ago that she was struggling to earn his family’s trust, and now she had it, and she knew she had to keep it no matter what.

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blueeyedgeorgie · 4 years ago

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MCYT ROYAL AU (1)

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.7k+

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"I'm not too sure about this." He crossed his arms as he spoke, it was a chilly night. Usually he was kept warm by his cloak, but tonight wouldn't be a smart time to wear it.

The night was silent besides the sound of their boots hitting the ground. As the two men walked side by side, nothing disturbed them as they quietly spoke to one another. "You need to take a load off friend, you've worked hard. One night of fun won't ruin your name."

"What name do I have, Nick? Nothing. I just believe it's a risky move to enter a place where most want me dead," A green-eyed man spoke. He prayed to himself silently, hoping no one would recognize his face. It was rare for him to remove his cloak, let alone his mask. He felt nude without them.

"Well, I've heard quite the few call you cloak, I prefer smiley mask," a hint of humor could be heard in Sap Nap's voice as they walked. The joke was quickly put to rest with the taller man jabbing him in the side. "Alright, alright... I'm trying to get some to call you mask. It's the best we could come up with at the moment."

"It stills sounds terrible."

"Then why don't you come up with a better name?" A moment of silence passed between the men as they thought in silence. "What about speed? After all, you're quite fast when you escape us."

"You might as well just stick with mask at this point, friend." The dirty blonde let out a huff of breath created from a bit of frustration. He had been escaping and breaking cruel laws for years now, yet no one had given him a name yet. He couldn't even come up with a name to use.

"Don't let your spirits down. Tonight is going to be filled with joy, laughter, dancing, and drinks. Focus on that, you can plot your fugitive name another day." Sap Nap had picked up his pace, the king's castle was now in sight. "You are quite the lonesome man, maybe if you play your cards right you'll find someone to love while you're at it."

"No one loves a criminal, Nick."

Staring at herself, Y/n couldn't help but smile. Her gown was beautiful and tailored just right. It was a pastel shade of blue, the sleeves made of lace with her skirts made of silk. Her corset was tight enough to show her figure but loose enough for her to breathe and enjoy a bit of dancing. Her hair was pinned up with a stunning jewel pendant sitting on the right of her head.

In only a few minutes, she'd meet her fiance. For weeks she had been waiting for this very moment. Letter after letter, she had gotten a chance to speak to her future lover, but for the first time, she'd get to see him in person.

Y/n was a bit nervous about the thought of engagement when the news was first sprung on her. But after hearing from her partner, she was quite interested in meeting her future husband. Her father had listened to her wishes, making sure her future husband was close in age with a good heart. The lucky part of this marriage was that it could bring peace between two kingdoms and help each town flourish.

"Your highness. It's time."

Her smile brightened as Y/n turned, facing a good friend of hers, Lord Soot. "You know you don't need to call me that, Wilbur."

"It just feels right, just for tonight. This is going to be an important night for you after all." The tall man held a wide grin on his face.

"I can't believe this is it. My future is so close."

"You're quite right. You and Prince George will work well together, I can tell. I'm happy for you, Y/n." Moments like these were always nice, Wilbur had been friends with the princess for what felt like forever. Considering he was one of the king's best vassals, he was allowed and trusted to be close to his daughter. Their friendship was similar to how siblings would act, making silly inside jokes and teasing while also being protective and kind.

"You really think so? What if he turns out to be cruel and his kindness is all just a ruse?" The h/c girl had begun to pick at her hands as she spoke, she always did this when she doubted herself or felt anxious.

"Impossible, you can tell that man has a good heart. Just by the way he stands, you could tell he wouldn't hurt a fly unless he needed to." Taking a few steps forward, he pulled out a golden pocket watch, flicking it open, "By the looks of it, I have two minutes to get you downstairs before your father sends Technoblade up."

"Then we should hurry down. We wouldn't want to upset either of them tonight."

"I completely agree with you on that, your highness." After getting her grand entrance to come to a close, Lord Soot had accompanied Y/n to the front of the ballroom. Her father had sat on his throne, a few quite important people huddled near him. Y/n's eyes glazed over the small crowd, where was he?

"Don't be nervous. He's excited to meet you." Wilbur muttered quietly, loud enough only for Y/n to hear over the music playing.

"What gave it away?"

"you're picking at your hands once again, Y/n."

"My daughter! Finally, it's time!" Standing from his seat, he had thrown his hands into the air. "I'd like you to meet, Prince George." He pointed to his left, with a man stepping aside Y/n's eyes landed on him.

It was him, George. Her future husband. He was quite handsome as he smiled kindly at her. Already she could tell, she was going to have a happy ending. When she was a child, she always feared her father would give her away to a monster of a man who'd use her as an item instead of a person. But when she spoke to George, she knew her father had found her someone who'd love her like a person.

"My lady." Those were the first words he spoke as he approached his fiance, "I have waited for this moment since I first heard of our engagement. It's amazing to finally meet you."

"As to you, my prince," Y/n bit her lip, trying to keep herself from grinning like a fool.

"Your highness, I must thank you once again for throwing this ball to give me the chance to meet your daughter. She can easily be mistaken for an angel." George had turned towards the intimidating man sitting on top of a throne made of gold.

"Take care of her, or many consequences will come your way, Prince."

"You have my word that I'll keep her safe, King Schlatt." With a short bow, George had turned back to his future partner, "My lady, would you like to have our first dance?"

"Please."

While the music played, Sap Nap couldn't help but sway his hips as he sauntered through the hall. Next to him, his friend merely walked, not a touch of rhythm in his step. He couldn't focus on the music, he felt out of place. It was normal for him to sneak from place to place without being noticed, but this had just felt wrong.

His eyes had landed on a few people he recognized, people who wanted him dead. He had spotted the vassal Technoblade quite a few times in the corner of the hall, standing by King Schlatt every now and then. He seemed too busy focusing on someone else to notice him.

Tonight was his first night back in this kingdom since months has passed. The last time he was here, he had escaped with a stolen sword and a nasty cut on his shoulder. There wasn't any sign of him coming back soon, but after receiving a letter from his friend asking for his presence, he couldn't say no.

"You really need to wipe that frown off your face, friend. You're at a party, enjoy yourself."

"It's hard to do, Sap."

"Then take a drink or two."

"I..." He passed his stroll. The fugitive's eyes had landed on one thing that did interest him, a beautiful girl in a blue gown. She was smiling as she stepped off the dance floor. "Who is that?"

Sap Nap took a moment to look for whoever had caught his friend's eyes. It took a few seconds before he realized who it was. "Oh, that's the Princess, her name's Y/n."

"Y/n..."

'It makes sense she's royalty, just look at her. She's beautiful. But why haven't I noticed her before?' The tall blonde thought to himself as he watched her walk through the ballroom. She was as graceful as she was beautiful.

"I'm going to speak to her."

"I..." Sap Nap paused, rethinking his answer, "You should, you two will get along quite well. Just be careful not to pull attention to yourself."

Moving towards the princess, the blonde muttered only a few words to the knight, "My middle name is careful."

"Wait, is it?"

"Princess."

Turning on her heels, Y/n had come face to face with someone new. A man towered over her, with almond hair and beautiful green eyes. She had never seen him before, yet she felt like she could trust him with everything. Something was so intriguing about this stranger that had only muttered a word to her.

"Sir."

"I couldn't help but notice you from across the room, may I have this one dance?" He bowed briefly, putting his hand out towards her. For a moment she stared, hesitant. Would she betray her future husband with just one dance with a stranger? ...No This couldn't be considered cheating, it was just a friendly dance.

Gently, she placed her hand in his calloused one. A smile appeared on his face as he carefully lead her to the dance floor. "You may have to excuse me if I step on one of your slippers, I was never trained to dance when I was younger." A sense of humor could be heard in his voice.

"I'll simply return the favor if you do," she smirked, placing a hand on his shoulder and he put a hand on her waist.

"Ouch." He shot a smirk right back at her.

"I can't believe it... he's actually doing it," Sap Nap muttered to himself as he watched his friend. His eyes glanced over to the King and his Vassals, they seemed to be busy in a conversation. How had this turned out so well?

The knight watched his fugitive friend, it made sense he was a good dancer. He had always been good on his feet. Sap was a bit curious about what his friend had been saying to the princess. Whatever he said was quite charming to the princess, she kept laughing and replying to him. Both held smiles on their faces as they danced together.

Song after song, they kept dancing. All Sap did was watch, looking out for any sign of someone catching onto his friend. The knight was happy for his friend, he looked like he was finally enjoying himself. As time passed, Sap Nap seemed to lose interest in his friend's activities. He was a wanted man, if he could run from a crime he could run out of the ball if he needed to. He had now turned his attention to the food set out in the corner of the room. Turkey, potatoes, bread. It all looked delicious.

Prince George was busy as well, speaking to the king about plans for their future. He only had a few dances with his fiance before needing to excuse himself, he felt a bit bad for leaving her alone. But he needed to get a few things sorted out for his stay. He couldn't stop reminding himself that she was probably alone, looking for him. She had been so happy to meet him.

But that was the thing: She had found company from a man who never spoke his name. But as they spoke and dance, she found herself laughing at his lame jokes, opening up to him about her life, and even blushing at his compliments. This moment seemed too perfect.

The green-eyed man knew he had to keep an eye out, and it was a good thing he did. He had noticed Lord Techno had disappeared from his spot by the king. It had only taken a moment for him to spot the pink-haired man stalking through, his eyes set on him. He was trying to get close. This wasn't his first time outsmarting his enemies.

The green man only smiled to Y/n, beginning to lead her across the dance floor. It seemed to be a perfect moment for the music to have such a dramatic change in how it was played. Spinning, gliding, he did everything to distract Y/n as he tried to move them to the opposite side of the dancefloor. Every time Technoblade had gotten close, the pair moved to the opposite side of the dancefloor.

'As nice as it to have a moment with her, when will this song end?' the green-eyed man thought to himself as he spun Y/n carefully for what felt like the 100th time. Technoblade was across the ballroom. It seemed to be perfect as the song has ended, seconds after the green-eyed man had thought to himself.

"This has been a lovely time, Princess. But I now to leave you be." He had pulled them to the side, giving a short bow with a mischievous smile plastered on his face.

"Will I see you again?"

"I..." His eyes had caught onto Techno how was halfway over to them, "I'm sure you'll spot me around."

"Good to hear," she cracked a smile at him, watching as he began to step away. Y/n hadn't noticed the way his eyes were glued behind her as he disappeared into the crowd, she could only focus on how it felt to have his eyes on her. His pretty green eyes.

"Princess Y/n."

Turning on her heels, she looked to find Technoblade towering over her. "Hello, Techno."

"Your father is demanding your return to him." He mumbled, barely loud enough for Y/n to hear.

"Alright, thank you, Techno." Y/n and Techno had a strange relationship. While they didn't agree on certain terms, they were still great friends. They had known each other for almost as long as Wilbur knew Y/n. Technoblade always had a soft spot for her, it seemed he was her one weakness, yet he'd never admit it. Techno was always so harsh towards many, but with Y/n... she was different. He would always protect her.

As Y/n passed him, Technoblade's eyes glazed through the ballroom. Where had he gone? He had noticed a man dancing with Y/n, he had seemed so familiar, yet Techno had never seen his face before. He needed to see why this man was so important.

The green-eyed man could tell Techno was looking for him. He kept moving on his feet, trying to get as far as possible from the vassal. It seemed like he'd be fine, it was impossible for Technoblade to realize who he really was. As soon as the vassal had turned to make his way back to King Schlatt, the green-eyed man could feel himself slow his pace. He turned his attention away from the pink-haired man, looking to see in the corner of the hall two young boys. One was brunette, the other was blonde. They had broken into a fit of laughter, holding onto one another to steady themselves. The green-eyed man couldn't help but smile to himself, they reminded him of his childhood best friend, it had been years since he had seen him.

Stopping his train of thought, the green-eyed man paused. He had bumped into someone. "So sorry," His eyes widened. It couldn't be... it wouldn't be a smart idea to stay here, he needed to step away before he was recognized. Leaning his head down, he ducked away into the nearest crowd. It was George, it had to be him.

"I..." George caught his breath, freezing in place. He had to be hallucinating. It was impossible that was him, Clay was dead.

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fortune-fool02 · 4 years ago

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Reassurance

Matsuda Touta x female reader

This is a tester to see if I can write for him and how well I do so. Any and all feedback is appreciated. Thank you.

Warning: Light angst, fluff

Please enjoy.

Everyone on the Task Force knew that by taking part in the investigation was putting their lives on the line facing against Kira. All it took was their names and faces, that was all Kira needed to claim their lives as he had done so many countless others before them. As requested by L, everyone on the force had been given fake names for their own safety and were restricted from saying anything about their case to their families or friends.

Matsuda leaned his head back, blinking a few times to force the tiredness from his eyes and regain focus before turning back to the pile of reports laid before him. It was not something vitally important but he wanted to help in whatever way he could. Late nights were not uncommon since he was a police officer beforehand so the late hour was not of concern to him. He had already sent a text message to [Name] a few hours ago about staying at work late and he left it at that, after adding a small little end of love, hugs and kisses.

Soft footsteps approached his table, tapping lightly against the flooring. “Is everything okay over here, Matsuda?” Light questioned, hinting at the pile of reports beside him.

“Hm? Oh yeah, everything’s good. I’m actually almost done.” He responded with a somewhat tired smile on his face. “I just needed to finish this pile and then I’m done.” He motioned to the smaller pile beside him, showing that he had worked quite hard to get through them all before the end of the day. Light gave a small smile,

“That’s good.” His eyes noticed something on the floor beside Matsuda’s chair. “What’s that?” Matsuda’s eyes followed Light’s to see a small locket on the floor.

“Oh! I can’t believe I didn’t notice that. Thanks Light.” Scooping the small item up quickly, Matsuda checked over it, making sure it was not damaged. Much to his relief, it wasn’t. “This is my girlfriend, [Name].” he answered, showing the photograph of a [Hair colour] woman standing beside him, both of them smiling brightly at the camera. Even looking at it, Light saw a glow in Matsuda’s eyes at how he gazed at it like it was the most valuable piece of treasure to the known world.

“She looks nice.” He added, looking at the photograph a little longer before Matsuda closed the locket and tucked it safely inside his inside pocket of his blazer. “How did you two meet?” Light asked, curiosity on his tone.

“Well, we met in high school and used to hang out after class. We also-” The ringing of Matsuda’s phone cut him off, surprising both males at who could be calling at this time of the night. Picking it up, Matsuda answered. “Um, hello?”

“Hello, am I speaking to a Mr Taro Matsui?” A man questioned, Matsuda immediately moved his phone lightly and set it on speaker, just in case it was something important for Light to hear that could aid the case.

“Yes, I am. What is it?” Light listened carefully.

“It is about your partner, Miss [Name] [Surname].” The man spoke, sending a sharp shard of concern piercing through the dark haired man, “There was an accident in the park area close to the Yotsuba main office. Miss [Surname] was in a car accident and was hit by a car. She is in hospital now.”

Coffee brown eyes stared into nothing ahead of him, the hand holding the phone shaking as the news sunk its fangs into his mind. [Name].... his [Name]...in hospital....

Light didn’t even get to speak a word before Matsuda was off, sprinting towards the doors. One thing was on his mind. The Kira case forgotten, all that mattered was him getting to [Name]. Panic set steel into his veins, flashes of white fear burrowing further into his muscles and mind, throwing and spewing all sorts of horrible scenarios in his mind. Everything around him was nothing but a blur of colour, shadows and muffled sound.

Once he got to the front desk, nothing but a panicked mess, he begged to see [Name] to which the lady told him the directions to her room, saying he could see her. Shifting from the darkness of outside to the sudden intense bright lights of the hospital corridors and halls was a strain for his eyes but he kept moving. He had to. He had to be there for her.

He finally reached her room, his lungs burning as his legs did, pushed beyond their limits to get him to her side again. Heavy panting as he tried to regain his breath as he stumbled into her room, almost tripping. “[Name]! [Na-!” He stopped when he finally saw her. Laying on the bed, one of her leg’s in a cast and held up a little with some bandages on her and a few IV drops on the side. Her [Eye colour] eyes still holding that same spark and glow of life they always did. Her lips still holding that sweet smile that had stolen his heart from the moment he first laid eyes on her. She was alright.

“Hey Matsui.” She spoke softly, keeping to his false name just for safety precautions. He shut the door and quickly skidded to her side, wanting to hold her but also very wary of the wires and tubes and everything else. [Name] chuckled softly and gently held his hand. “It’s okay. It is just my leg and some bruises. I am fine, Touta.” Her words held such certainty, such calmness despite her condition.

Tears trickled from his eyes as he leaned down and hugged her, “I-I was so worried! I got the call and-and-” his words stumbled and failed, emotion rushing through his body with the draining adrenaline. His legs gave out a little and he grabbed the closest chair, dragging it over and sitting beside her. Never once letting go of her hand.

“I’m okay, Touta. It was just an accident. The doctors said there was no internal damage or anything.” Her other hand moved and gently caressed his cheek, wiping away the tears before pressing a loving kiss on his lips. Matsuda couldn’t help but smile as the tears still fell, more out of relief and joy than sorrow and despair. She was alright. [Name] was okay.

That was all that mattered to him.

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bloodxbat · 4 years ago

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(Part 2) The girl Mafia George x Fem! Y/N Series

Warnings: Swearing! (message if I missed any)

Word Count: 2K

Summary: George Weasley is a renowned Mafia boss who took over from his Father Arthur once he retired, to carry on the Triple W mafia legacy. The only mafia known to be able to keep the Death Eaters (their rival mafia) at bay. However there is one item that they stole from the Triple W’s which George is determined to get back…his mothers necklace, the family heirloom. Y/N Greyback has been forced to comply with the Death Eaters wishes as her family are high up members. What happens when George and Y/N meet? And what happens when they fall in love?

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George couldn’t get the mystery girl from last night out of his head. Was it truly his mother’s necklace that he saw lying on her neck? It couldn’t have been, one of his men would have seen her enter Diagon if it was, either that or they would have already caught her roaming the streets. He didn’t recall seeing a dark mark tattoo on her left forearm, so she couldn’t have been a part of Riddle’s crew. Unless of course, they had gotten smarter and realised that them all having the same tattoo was a big give away. George couldn’t focus, he was sat in the Leaky cauldron, attempting to each his breakfast but continuing to get lost in thought.

Soon, George felt his pocket buzz, indicating that he had gotten a message on the phones that him, Fred and Ron had all gotten in order to keep in touch. He flipped it open seeing a text from both of his brothers, the usual update saying that ‘No one has yet been caught or seen trying to leave or enter Diagon’. The members stationed all round the boarder of the town were doing an excellent job, George had full trust in them that they had all been keeping an extremely close eye out for any suspicious or unusual behaviour.

George had well forgotten about his breakfast an morning coffee, trying to figure out any more ways he can ensure that Diagon was free from any Death Eater bastards. Being a mafia boss didn’t come naturally to George, so it was at times like these he struggled most, his mind racing with unreliable memories of the girl from last night and the necklace she was wearing. Hitting the table in frustration, George places his head in his hands and sighed.

He wasn’t one to confront a lady, but when it came to his mother’s necklace, he really had no choice, he had to find out where she was staying, who she was, and if she was in fact a Death Eater.

Y/N woke up the next day satisfied with what she had managed to achieve last night. She didn’t know much of George Weasley’s appearance other than the fact that he was tall and ginger. Which suited exactly the description of the man she had bumped into last night. Another thing she hadn’t expected was for him to be so handsome.

In all honesty Y/N felt it was cruel what she had been sent to do. She hated knowing that she would essentially be leading George to his death. Y/N has never agreed with the rulings that Riddle made, she felt that what he was preaching for was extremely prejudice, he wanted to get rid of every poor family so that “the rich could thrive”, Y/N’s heart deep down was set on truly helping those who weren’t as well off as the others.

Thoughts of going behind her family’s back and instead helping George take away all power from Riddle had become extremely prominent in her mind. She knew what she had to do, she had to find George Weasley again, whilst under cover so that the Death Eaters that are currently staying within Diagon don’t report back that they had seen her with George Weasley, the very man they’re trying to kill.

Her mind was set, she was going to purposely seek out George Weasley tonight and tell him everything her family and the rest of the Death eaters wish to do to him, and Triple W. Along with their plans to get rid of all poor people in England.

George had long since given up on his breakfast, and was now making his way back to the old fashioned bar in which Triple W held all of their meetings. As he walked through the building in which the HQ as it were, was located, he could hear a slight murmuring of voices coming from the bar room. Them most likely being the voices of other Triple W members catching up like they normally would, before a meeting began.

George walked into the smoke filled room, heading straight to the back where his seat sat in the centre, almost as if it were a throne looking for a king. He stood in front of his chair, clearing his throat as he looked round the room gaining the attention of the men and women before him.

“As many of you may know, we have had our first night with members scattered round the boarders of this town, and so far there has been no sign of anyone attempting to leave or exit Diagon”

Triple W members began to whisper their frustrations at the lack of Death Eaters being caught.

“Now I know this may seem bad news for right now as we haven’t caught any of those bastards quite yet, BUT, we also need to look on the bright side of things. This also may well mean that we are also, so far safe from any spies getting information of our whereabouts. This meeting is only a short one tonight boys…and ladies, so unless anyone has anymore questions or information they wish to put forward, you are all welcome to go back home, or stay and enjoy a drink”

George stepped away from where he was standing and went over to his brothers.

“So really no further info or suspicions for any Death Eaters, coming in or out, isn’t that suspicious I mean surely they would have sent someone by now” Ron says clearly not convinced that no information has been passed down.

“I was thinking that too y’know” Fred added

“Look, I agree, I surely think that if they were really serious about taking us down they would’ve sent a spy, but they haven’t. There is no doubt in my mind that they are dead set on killing each and every one of us, so this could be their tactic. Let us believe that no one is coming, therefore they wait until we eventually let out guards down, so they have easy access and a higher chance of getting to us”

“You’re not gonna let that happen though Georgie, surely” Fred said

“No of course not, all I’m saying is that this could be their plan, we’re not going to give up to easily just because we get bored due to there being no action, alright so just sit tight because we could be like this for months”

Fred and Ron’s faces both changed into realisation that that could indeed be true.

“Now, I’m gonna head back to the leaky cauldron to relax, keep me posted if any of the guys near you see anything”

With that, George walked out the room, into the streets and made his way back to the Leaky Cauldron, smiling at locals as they passed. Once at the pub he sat down right in the corner, only ordering a glass of water, picking up the local newspaper, ignoring once again the thoughts of who the mystery girl truly was that he had bumped into last night.

He felt a tad bit guilty for not telling Fred or Ron about how he had briefly spoken to a woman, about his age, wearing a necklace that looked suspiciously like the one that was stolen from their mother years ago. Before they were born.

George didn’t know much about the exact origins of his mothers necklace. The basic story he knew was that, his family used to be extremely poor, living off of pennies, barely getting by. Having 5 children at the time wouldn’t have helped either, more mouths to feed, less money to do so. That was until his Father got a massive promotion and therefore a raise in wage at his job. As a treat his Father bought his Mother a beautiful, diamond necklace to remember and symbolise that no matter how much they were struggling, that they were always going to find a way to get past it. Thus it became the most price possession to the Weasley family, becoming their heirloom. You can only imagine the hurt that George’s mother felt when she came back to their house one evening, to find the windows smashed and her necklace gone.

George was too young at the time to understand fully, the impact that the loss of that necklace had on his mother and father, and what it meant to them. But as he grew, and his father created Triple W in order to track down the people who stole it.

Y/N had gotten dressed, in a smart but casual outfit. She didn’t have any desire to be immediately spotted today so she had taken off the diamond necklace and placed it in her bag. She decided that she would try and seek out George today, as she wasn’t expected to have a meeting with another under cover Death Eater until tomorrow, to update them on her progress.

Y/N had decided to make her way down stairs to the pub area of the Leaky Cauldron. As she made her way down the stairs she couldn’t help but notice a fiery red colour sitting in the corner, in her peripheral vision.

She turned her head only to see the one and only George Weasley, sat with a glass of what looked like water, his head stuck in the local newspaper ‘the Daily Prophet’. Even though he had the paper up at eye level and was scanning it back and forth, his furrowed eyebrows and blank expression told her that he wasn’t really reading the newspaper, and that something else was on his mind.

Y/N reckoned it must have something to do with the people she has been forced to work for her whole life. She tentatively began to walk toward the ginger man. She could feel her heartbeat quicken, what is his reaction going to be when she tells him that she actually works for the people he is dedicating his life to defeating and that she is actually in possession of his mother’s extremely expensive and extremely valuable diamond necklace. Her hearing began to focus only on the beating noise of her heart and the noise of her shoes hitting the ground with every step as she walked closer and closer to George’s table.

She could feel the tension rising as if he already knew she was there and who she was. She had caught herself momentarily holding her breath, making her feel light headed and even more anxious at the confrontation she was about to engage in. To say she was scared of George was an understatement, she knew nothing about George or his character. For all she knew he could freak out and kidnap her away to wherever they had their meetings, and torture her for answers. At least, that’s what Riddle would do if the roles were reversed. The only thing that was helping motivate her feet to move closer and closer towards him, was the tiny speck of hope, that he was different to the people she had grown up around.

Her feet came to a halt after what felt like forever, she looked at the man in front of her with a some what calm expression. Y/N cleared her throat gaining the attention of George, who put his newspaper down on the table in front of him, meeting her eyes with his dark hazel coloured ones. Y/N smiled weakly at her before speaking.

“H-hi”

“Hello, you’re that lady that I bumped into last night aren’t you? I’m awfully sorry about that by the way, I hope I didn’t hurt you” he replied, she could hear the genuine concern for her safety which put her mind more at ease, maybe he was nice, maybe he wasn’t the type of mafia boss to torture people.

“Yeah I am, and I’m the one who should be sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going”

“No need it’s all good, what can I do for you?” He smiled

Y/N gulped down any nerves she felt, in order to stop her voice from trembling, she was terrified, not only of George’s possible reaction, but also of Riddle and any other Death Eaters that might see her with him, betraying him.

“We need to talk”

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