#so imagine my suprise when i blinked my eyes and realized i had been talking you you !

[palaceofpassion]

Figured I'd take my shot with a second one, Ruby's suprised when Penny brings Jaune home to have him play the role of the happy couples stud. After all it's only logical that they birth strong child and who better.

"Ahhhn~ Yes yes!"

Ruby stared awkwardly at her ceiling as she bit down the bile forming in her chest. Her eyes closed tight as she rocked back and forth on her shifting bed, hoping to ignore the sounds of delightful pleasure happening behind her. "More! More! I'm breeding ready!" Her fingers grasped tightly onto her bedding, her teeth gritting as she tried to ignore the sounds of her wife... being fucked... being rutted... being mated by one of her closest friends. The sticky squelching sounds of bodily fluids exchanging with one another, quickly threw off her concentration. And yet, she knew she had to fight back the tears.

When Penny had come to her, talking about how she'd wanted a child. Ruby had, incorrectly, assumed that she wanted to go to a donation center. She HAD NOT expected for Penny to want to be bred, and creampied. She hadn't expected her loving wife to be stuffed by a big fat cock, or having her being dicked down. She hadn't expected Penny to bring her best friend over. So when she found Jaune at her door, a bashful look on his face as he asked the question.

"Hey Ruby, Penny called me, do you know why?"

Something had been wrong... something had been VERY wrong. And she could feel it in the pit of her stomach.

So when Penny came prancing over... wearing... wearing a sheer silk nightgown... one that didn't hide ANY of her lady bits... Ruby felt her heart drop. "Friend Jaune! I'm glad you could make it!"

"Hey Penny."

Jaune's smile didn't make her feel any better.

"Penny?" Ruby turned towards her wife, "What's going on?"

"Oh! I had mentioned wanting to have a child, remember?"

Ruby of course nodded, "Well friend Jaune is here to help!" Then when Penny turned towards Jaune... a twisted smile on her face... one that exuded sexual desire... one Ruby herself had never seen before. She felt her heart crack.

"Okay but... why?"

"Oh... didn't you discuss this?" Jaune turned back to Penny. "Penny, if Ruby is uncomfortable with this I don't think I want to go through with it."

"What? What are you talking about?"

“Well Ruby!” Penny quickly turned towards her, grabbing onto her hands and pulling them towards her heart. “I was hoping that we’d have friend Jaune here to be the father of our children.” Ruby blinked, confused at first.

“But… and I’m sorry no offense Jaune.”

“None taken.”

“Why Jaune?” She didn’t mean any offense by it… in fact… well Jaune had been a long time crush of hers. She’d only never made a move on him because of how anxious she’d felt about the entire ordeal. He had been one of the first people, if not the first person other than her family to accept her for who she was. He’d always been there when she needed him, and she’d always felt safe.

She had never been sure if those feelings were that of love… or of something else. But she’d held back, especially as Weiss had ended up falling for him. And now they were married, speaking of, “Wait, what about Weiss?” Maybe she could pull the plug here and now?

“I’m right here.”

Ruby nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden entrance of her childhood friend. “What?! Don’t suddenly do that! What are you Blake?!” She was so flustered by the sudden arrival that she didn’t even notice the dry look Weiss had bestowed upon her.

“No. But I’m already aware of the situation.”

Oh… maybe she was here to say no. “So… you’re not okay with it right?”

Weiss simply shook her head, “No, I’m not okay with it.”

“Oh thank go-”

“I love it.”

“What?”

Weiss beamed brightly as she placed her hand upon Jaune’s shoulder, ushering the taller man down so she could pull him into a deep kiss. Ruby felt her face flush hot, the public display of affection proving to be a little too much for her still naive mind. “You see Ruby.” Pulling away Weiss brought her attention back to her, “I love the idea of my Jaune here breeding other women.”

She didn’t miss the little shudder that ran through her old best friend. “Just… it's so enticing, watching him push them down, breeding them like the dirty sows they are. Filling their needy wombs with his rich virile Arc seed. Oh, you’ll both love it, I assure you.” The woman stroking her rounded belly, proof of their 8th child.

Honestly, Ruby wasn’t so sure she WOULD love it. But, she wasn’t even sure she could say no anymore, not with Weiss' sudden intervention. “Uh… Weiss what’s that?” She’d suddenly noticed the strap attached to Jaune’s shoulder, now that Weiss had brought attention to it.

“Oh, it’s a camera darling. To commemorate the event.”

Her brow crinkled in as she frowned at the sudden realization dawning on her. This… this wasn’t going to end well for her and she didn’t like it one bit.

“Now then, a few questions.” Weiss hurried them in the door, tugging Jaune along with her, who gave Ruby one last sorrowful glance.

“Have either of you ever been with a man before?”

“I have not friend Weiss!”

Penny raised her hand, a pleasant smile that would have normally caused her heart to race flashed across her face. Though now it only proved to make her feel… ill inside.

“Excellent!” Weiss clapped her hands together, “It’ll be an interesting experience.” Ruby felt her heart sink when Weiss turned her attention back towards her. “I assume you’re both alright with this then? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable after all. And I know Jaune doesn’t want you to either.”

“Yeah.” Jaune nodded, “I want this to be a fun experience for everyone involved… oh uhm… you’re not both lesbians right? I’d honestly feel bad if you were.”

Ruby WASN’T a lesbian persay. She wasn’t even sure what she was, she just liked who she liked. And at one time it HAD been Jaune, but now she loved Penny.

“No. Both Ruby and I are fine with both sexes.”

Ruby nodded meekly in response.

“Okay perfect, well I promise that Jaune will make this an experience that neither of you are going to forget.”

“Yeah.” She felt a hand press down on her shoulder, “Ruby, again, if you don’t want this please say something.”

She felt her heart swoon just a tad at Jaune’s concern. Her chest rose and fell and her face grew just a tad bit warm. Turning her attention towards Penny, she knew she COULD say yes. But seeing how happy and excited her wife was, how into this Weiss appeared to be… and… this could be her chance to get with Jaune for once… well it couldn’t be all bad?

No! It WAS FAR WORSE than she could have ever imagined.

“Oh yes! More please! More!”

Ruby sat there, silently sobbing to herself as her wife, her precious wife with whom she exchanged vows of solidarity with, was now on her back. Her hands tightly grabbing their bedding sheets as her best friend, and childhood crush, pounded her like she belonged to him.

She dared not look, the sounds of slapping flesh already being far too much for her to handle. Her lips trembled as she tried to silence out the sound, and she may have succeeded or at least she would have if Weiss hadn’t shifted closer.

“You know Ruby~” Her tone sent a terrified shiver down her spine, “I was the one that got Penny interested in this whole ordeal.”

“Wha?”

She looked up trying to say something, but found a single finger pressed against her lips. “Isn’t it amazing?” Weiss turned her attention towards Jaune and Penny, forcing Ruby to follow her line of sight.

Ruby’s heart dropped, tears began to trickle downwards as she SAW… no she could smell it, hear it, FEEL it… her beloved wife was on her back, her face… oh gods her face… it was contorted into the most twisted of pleased slutshammed faces she’d EVER seen before. “It was pretty easy getting the idea in her head, I told her it’d be easier to have a child if someone ACTUALLY bred her.” She heard, but did not see Weiss chuckle, too enraptured with the terrible scene in front of her. “It really was easy, your wife is suuuch a slut. She’s just so naive~” When she felt Weiss’ icey could fingers wrap around her shoulders she tried not to flinch. “It really didn’t have to be Jaune, I could have SO easily convinced her to sleep with ANY man.”

“B...bu...but why?” Why then? Why was this happening, why her? Why Jaune?

“Its simple~ I just LOVE seeing my husband fuck little stupid sluts silly. I mean just look at how happy Penny is.”

Ruby HATED how right Weiss was, Penny was… she was FAR happier than she’d EVER been when they had sex. “A silly little toy could never match up to the real thing… look at it… look at her stomach.”

Ruby could see it, she didn’t NEED Weiss telling her. She could see her wife’s belly inflate as Jaune’s… his cock pounded inside of her. Her stomach ballooning as he penetrated her over and over and over and over. The big meaty head of his cock skewering her so much smaller body, the thick bulb protruding through the other side.

“Penny Darling.”

“Y..yesh!?”

“Ruby wants to hear what's happening. She wants to know how much you love having my husband’s COCK inside of you.”

“Oh! OoOooKaaY!”

Ruby KNEW Penny didn’t mean anything by it, but she was just so excited. “Look Ruby! Jaune’s… oOooH hiiiiis hiiiis BIIIiIiIGG! CooOoCCCK! Itssssssszzzz! Its Puuuushiiing against MmyyyYy Ceervviviiix!”

Ruby could see it from here, the shape of her uterus forming on the outside of her skin. “HeeeEesssss hiiiiittttting mmmeeeeee soooo Sooosososooo deeeeep!”

“You want deeper though right?”

“YYyyyEeesssh pleeeeaassee!”

“Darling, can you please put her into a mating press for me?”

“Yeah!”

Jaune’s voice came out exasperated, his focus solely pushed upon her wife. Ruby was FORCED to watch as Jaune pulled on her wife’s legs, pinning them back and showing the extreme flexibility that came with the once gynoid. “WhoaooOh!” He’d pulled her legs practically behind her head, forcing his cock even deeper as he rose her lower body.

“Look at it, look at how DEEP his cock is going inside of her!” Weiss simply smiled, “You’d never be able to do that Ruby, but it’s okay.”

SMACK SMACK SMACK

His pace grew faster and faster, the bed underneath them started to shake as he unleashed sound defeaning thrust after sound defeaning thrust.

Ruby couldn’t believe it, she couldn’t take the emotional damage that she was feeling as her best friend pushed her wife into ecstasy. “Gods it feels SO good to have him inside of you. Its so amazing, I don’t think Penny will be able to have it any other way now.”

THUD THUD THUD

The bed jolted up and and down as he practically pinned her wife into her own bed. Thick juicy fluids squelched from their connected bodies. Beads of sweat staining their sheets as he practically pushed his entire body on her. Ruby could hardly see her wife anymore, but she could hear her squeals of pleasure. She could only watch as a man took her from her. She could only silently regret her decisions. And still why did it have to be this way, for Weiss’ sick pleasures?

“You know.” She flinched as Weiss’ hand fell upon the pit of her belly, rubbing gentle circles above her womb. “It doesn’t have to be this way.” Ruby gave her a betrayed look, scrunching her face together. “We really DID come here to help you two have fun~ And… well I’m sure Penny would LOVE if you both got pregnant together~”

Ruby meant to open her mouth, “After all, it’s not fair, now is it? Just letting Penny have all the fun?”

Ruby bit her lip, turning her attention as Jaune pulled up onto his legs, squating down on her wife and slamming his cock one last time into her depths. She could SEE his balls inflating, she could SEE the pulsing of her stomach as the bulge of his cock quite literally throbbed. She could see her wife’s belly inflating in front of her, “See?”

Weiss turned her attention back to Penny.

“Penny describe what’s happening.

“MmmNnn~♥ Fri...Fri… Ma...Mate…Br...bree...breeder J...Jaaauuune iiiisss filling My… my wooomb, with Prec...precious life giiiving seed! I can FEEL my ovaries drinking the… the preciiious fluiiids! I… I’m… I’m breeding ready!”

Ruby felt Weiss release her, shifting over towards Penny. “Oh Darling, you’re going to be JUST the most gorgeous pregnant woman.” Ruby watched Weiss run her finger over the outline of her wife’s uterus, tracing the very shape with a single soft touch. “Mmmn~ I can’t WAIT to see you nice and full. I bet you’ll have twins AT LEAST.” Weiss of course turned her attention back towards her husband, “I bet you can’t wait right? You LOVE it when women get pregnant with your children, you’re just raring to go again, right?”

Ruby turned her attention to Jaune, who had been mostly quiet this entire time. Surely he wouldn’t betray her? He’d been hesitant from the start after all! “Yeah… it’s REALLY hot... and…” No. “We should go again, I can dump a few more loads inside of her, just to make sure she’s nice and knocked up.”

“Yes please!”

“Perfect.”

Time seemed to still as Ruby did something she truly didn’t expect of herself, “STOP!”

All eyes turned to her as she flushed red, one that ran down the length of her unclothed body. “I… I…” She grit her teeth, “I’m next!”

“Perfect~”

Little did Ruby know, but she’d fallen into Weiss’ Trap, one she’d never be able to escape from.

[wannajointhecrabcult]

Masks and Music

(Part 1)

Part 2

I didn't think that my last post would've gotten ANY notes at all, so imagine my surprise when I find out that people actually liked it. After that suprise I thought why not and make another one so here we go! This is a Miraculous/Batfam crossover.

Imagine that Damian gets sent to Paris because the fam doesn't want him to become an emotionally constipated sad boi like Bruce and think that a change in scenery would help.

They don't know about the whole Hawkmoth situation because SOMEONE from the justice league decided that the while thing was a prank DESPITE that it was an ENTIRE CITY calling instead of a single person.

Like, aren't you guys supposed to be the world's greatest heros or something?

Who hired you?

Damian being the grumpy lil kid that he is holds a grudge and decides to not accept any calls or video chats from his family or tell them about Hawkmoth because that's what you get when you send someone across the world against their will.

(and because of plot convenience shhh)

Anyways, Damian goes to school as instantly adds Lila onto his mental list of people he needs to get rid of.

I mean, seriously, he's only been is the room for what, 15 seconds and he's already getting a migraine?

Great. Juusssttt great.

He sits in the back of the class with what seems to be the only person with brain cells in this room.

The dark haired girl just looks over and sees the disgust at Lila written all over his face and gives him a silent empathetic nod.

'This is unfortunately normal here.' she tries to convey through the small action.

He just nods back to show his understanding before turning around to observe the others.

In a few minutes Ms. Bustier walks in the room and asks him to introduce himself to the class.

It looks like the teacher never told the class that they were getting a new student because they all have to do double takes when they realize that there's a new face in the room.

He gives them the bare basics, telling them that his name is Damian Grayson, he's from America, and that he doesn't want any of them to talk to him before sitting down.

Clearly the teacher wanted him to say more or scold him for being so rude but a glare shut her up.

Later during a break period Lila tries to flirt with him and brags all about how she's met so many different celebrities and her achievements.

He tells her off and tries to move away but her nails are digging into his arms as she tries to convince him that he should stay away from Marinette.

Before he can maim her, the dark haired girl comes out from behind him and starts spraying Lila down like an unruly cat with some sort of strong smelling liquid from a spray bottle.

Lila screeches and stomps away.

When he turns to his hero the girl explains.

"It's a mixture of shredded lemon, expired maple syrup, vinegar, and pomegranate juice. I call it People Repellant but Thot Begone works too. Oh, and I'm Marinette by the way."

He eyes her hand before shaking it.

"Damian, though I assume you already know that. Can I get some of that by the way? I know a couple insufferable annoyances that would benefit from a spray down.

Marinette just blinks for a second before she bursts out laughing and that was the start of a great friendship.

Together they:

Make fun of Lila in the back of class.

Help eachother with homework (they only cheat off eachother when they REALLY need help)

Prank Lila in odd ways (Hey, just because she found hundreds of furbies hidden around her house that turn on one by one in the middle of the night effectively scaring the crap out of her when she's trying to sleep doesn't mean that it's their fault. She had it coming.)

Break a couple laws (shhhhhhh. Those toy stores don't need those furbies anyways).

Dare eachother over stupid things (they still insist that the cereal incident was caused by the other).

And overall become closer as friends.

They bring out the overdramatic chaotic gremlin child in eachother.

One time when Damian goes over to Marinette's place to work on a project he finds her singing a Disney song to herself on her balcony.

This isn't the first time they've caught eachother singing.

One time Marinette caught Damian in the art room at school humming one of the many annoyingly cheesy and catchy songs that Dick likes to listen to.

Despite him explaining the embarrassing situation to her she still teased him for weeks after.

He'll never get to live it down.

Damian shakes his head to get rid of the flashback when a devious smirk spreads across his face as a revenge plan comes to mind.

After carefully placing his stuff on the floor he sneakily makes his way across the space until he's right behind her.

That's when he joins in.

Screaming at the top of his lungs at first, effectively giving her a mini heart attack before eventually quieting down to a normal singing volume.

She glares at him, annoyed by his loud and obnoxious entrance before she starts singing again.

They eventually end up full Disney movie dramatically performing around her balcony with dance moves and over dramatic acting.

Is it bad that actual birds and other animals are appearing and joining in?

Damian totally kept one of the pigeons.

He named it Dolores.

(He later trained Dolores to attack Rossi on sight.)

When they're finished they end up on the floor out of breath.

They stay like that for a few minutes before Damian sits up.

"That. That was fun. I don't think I've actually ever sang before."

Marinette jolts up in suprise and turns to face him.

"Really? I never would've guessed. You have a really nice singing voice."

He would deny till his dying breath that he blushed when she said that but he covers it up with a smirk.

"Well I guess that's just because yours is so terrible in comparison."

He squawks when she jabs a finger in his side.

"Pshh. As if. Besides, my singing skills can't be worse then your gaming skills." She challenges with a cheeky smile.

"ExCuSe mE?!"

And that's how they spend the rest of the day playing video games, leaving the unfinished project to be completed on a later day.

Good thing it isn't due until 2 weeks time.

After a couple of hours playing video games, creating many possible Lila murder plans, eating pastries, and joking around, it's time for him to leave.

As Damian left for his place he got a feeling that something big was gonna happen.

Marinette also got the feeling but they both ignored it.

Little did they know, someone just happened to walk by and starstruck by the amazing singing they recorded the performance before posting it on the internet.

Imagine the duo's suprise when they wake up the next day to find themselves trending on the internet.

Luckily the video quality was pretty trash so their faces weren't identifiable but the audio was loud and clear.

The world was talking about the cute couple singing to their hearts desire on a balcony. If that's not cliche and adorable then the world doesn't know what is.

The assumption about their relationship status left them looking like tomatos but that didn't stop them from wonder why they didn't notice a creep recording them.

Damn Disney songs and their unnatural ability to distract people.

Of course Lila took advantage of the rising popularity of the video and talked about how she taught the two people in the video how to sing and gave them tips.

The two just walked past the idiot squad and sat down in their seats, making a mental note to come up with a prank later, when the akuma alarms came on.

They fall into their normal routine of Marinette running out to find a place to transform as Damian covers for her.

Oops did I forget to mention that Damian found out her identity because she crashed through his window in the middle of the night still transformed and asked him what's the answer to question 24 in their science homework because she just defeated an akuma by herself and was running on 20 minutes of sleep?

My bad.

Anyways it turns out today was the day Marinette had officially had enough of Chat's bullcrap.

It was gonna be a normal akuma situation.

Ladybug trying to fight the poor butterfly victim while chat noir either doesn't show up, tries to do everything on his own to impress her and ruins the whole plan, or just watches and complains about how she needs to get over her denial and date him BUT

This time he decided to actively try to push her in the akuma's way therefore putting her in SO MUCH MORE DANGER than she was already in.

Now she had to dodge out of the akuma's way AND CHAT'S!

WhAt ThE fUdGe?!?!

You think possibly killing Ladybug and trying to force her to beg for you to save her is gonna make her like you?!?

Just how hard did you hit your head when Gabriel dropped you on the floor when you were 2?

After the akuma was eventually defeated Ladybug told Chat to meet her on an abandoned rooftop that night because they needed to talk.

Chat being the oblivious person that he is (I swear I don't actually hate chat noir, this is for the plot I'm sorry) thought that it was for a love confession and became overly smug before leaving.

Making sure that he isn't following her, Marinette meets up with Damian at his place (school's over because of the attack) and asks him to help.

Later that day when the two miraculous holders meet up Ladybug distracts the Catboy by flirting with him while Damian uses his ninja skills for something other than sneaking up on her and giving Marinette mini heart attacks.

From behind he quickly hits a pressure point causing the other boy to fall unconscious.

Using her ALMIGHTY GUARDIAN OF THE MIRACULOUS powers, Ladybug takes Adrien's ring away and places a spell on him that makes it so he will never be able to use another miraculous ever again.

After they take Adrien home Marinette gives Damian the ring and Night Prowler is born.

He promises to do everything in his power to make sure that Selina and his family doesn't find out for the sake of his pride.

We'll see how that goes.

Night Prowler first officially appeared during an akuma named 'Break Dancer'.

Ironically, she was a ballerina that had to drop out of the finals in a competition because she broke her right leg the day before the show.

She could turn civilians into back up dancers and forced them to perform against their will.

They also worked as minions who would attack the duo for her while she stayed a safe distance away.

It was pretty obvious that the akumatized item was the music box held inside the bag that Break Dancer had slung around her shoulders but the real question was how could they get to it without becoming attacked by the backup dancer or becoming one of them.

Luckily (eheheh), a car with an open window playing music just happened to pass by before driving off.

Before it drove off, the music coming from the car was loud enough to play over the music box which caused some of the minions to become free again and run off.

Ladybug called her lucky charm and a Bobby pin landed in her hand.

As she looked around she noticed a store a couple blocks away that had a couple radios.

Unfortunately, the store was locked and closed.

Fortunately, she knew how to pick locks and a Bobby pin did come from her lucky charm soooo......

Who is she to deny literal gods.

They break into the store and grab a radio, and a speaker and rush over to where the akuma was causing chaos.

They turn on the radio, connect the speaker and turn the volume on as loud as it can go before flipping through the stations for a good song.

If they're gonna fight with music in the background they're gonna be picky about it and wont settle for anything other than epic.

While fighting they eventually get swept up in the music and end up singing along.

It's nothing less than full on majestic.

When the fight is over and the akuma is purified they find out that someone recorded it and posted it on the internet as well.

Now everyone knows that the beloved hero of Paris and her new partner were the two people singing on that balcony.

Ummmmm.....

Good thing that the video quality was trash right?

If it weren't for that their identities would've been busted the moment they started singing in hero form.

Luckily there aren't many people other than Damian that know what Marinette's singing voice sounds like so they're okay.

Well.... They WERE okay,

Until a certain rockstar and his agent came across the two videos and put two and two together.

So now King Sting (bee!jagged) and Peridot (turtle!penny) have joined the team.

Poor Penny, now she has to deal with two gremlin children and a some sort of bizarre man-child.

The next akuma confused the group quite a bit.

He didn't really do anything but sit on a rooftop waiting for the miracle team to show up.

They were all suspicious of him at first but when they did reveal themselves to him he explained his situation.

He was akumatized because his favorite rock band broke up but he didn't really want to take their miraculouses away.

He just asked if they could perform another song for him and he would give his akumatized item to them.

They all sorta looked at eachother and collectively went 'screw it why not' and sang another song.

If they were great before, they are absolutely AMAZING now.

Well that's what happens when you add a famous rockstar to a team of singing superheros I guess.

The akuma was blown away and true to his word handed over the rolled up picture in his pocket and was purified despite of Hawkmoth's nagging.

Haha screw you Hawky.

This time the ordeal was recorded by a news station and the 'hand over the akuma in exchange for a song' thing became a trend.

There were still normal akuma's that didn't follow follow it but those were far flung between.

It seems like Hawkmoth was getting annoyed by this so there started being less akuma attacks over the months.

Because of this some people were actively trying to get upset to attract one of the purple butterflies.

They traded one good thing for another I guess.

To stop that from happening the group started performing in public as superheros during concerts and festivals.

Because of this they became quite well known outside of Paris as well.

Is it ironic that more people know them as a band rather than a superhero team now?

When Marinette learned that they could change what their superhero costumes looked like if they put enough will into it she squealed.

Marinette designs superhero performance costumes for them whenever they have a festival to play at.

Whenever asked about their outfits they always reply with MDC.

Marinette's business gets really popular after that.

And since no one knows who MDC really is, she doesn't have to worry about the whole "Oh no me and my family are gonna be in danger!" thing

It's a win win!

Overtime they basically become a second (or third for some people) family to eachother.

Damian becomes more 'kid like' and open to others,

Marinette becomes more confident and overall happier,

Jagged gets to hang out with his awesome niece and her 'maybe more than just a friend',

And Penny gets a new outlet for stress and has so many more crazy stories to tell people.

One day while she's in the living room on the sofa watching 'The AristoCats' Damian just barges into the room and dramatically flops over onto of her.

He just lays there with his head in her lap and the rest of his body sprawled on the couch.

After everything that has happened this is normal for them now.

Without asking any questions or talking at all they just watch the movie together with the occasional remark or quip between them.

Around half way through the movie Jagged kicks down the door, effectively scaring the crap out of the two teens, while Penny follows behind him with an apologetic look on her face.

At first Jagged was yelling about something having to do with'Fang' and 'Dragon' and 'Miraculous' but after taking in the domestic atmosphere of the room he just sits down on the floor and joins in on watching the movie.

Penny, shaking her head in both amusement and exasperation, sits down on another chair and does the same.

While combing through Damian's hair with her fingers Marinette looks around the room.

'My life can't get any more complicated, can it?'

Oh boy, she just jinxed it.

This is just an idea I've had bouncing around in my head for awhile and I couldn't resist the urge to write it out. I AM planning on making a part 2 so if you like this keep an eye out for that. I'm by no means a fast writer though so it will take a while. But then again not many people will probably read this soo.... Yeah.

[gsophie43]

The Scars That Bind ch.1

Genre: fluff/ angst

word count: 4000+ not guaranteed to be mistake-less

thanks to @alwaysupstead on Twitter (@pd_upstead_fanficstories on Insta) for helping me come up with the title!

Hailey leaned over the sink and slowly breathed to calm down her beating heart. She tried to push down the memories of her direct defiance towards Jay. She took a quick glance into the bedroom, where Jay was sitting in her bed with covers up to his waist as he flipped through something on his phone while waiting for her. She was embarrassed. She was confused at what she was feeling. She was frustrated with herself but at the same time, she was just glad that the case was over. She didn’t deserve him or his kindness. Even though she had had to deal with his mess before, she still felt like he didn’t deserve to be caught in the middle of her’s. She breathed deeply, trying to remind herself that he wasn’t the kind of guy to be petty or hold grudges.

“You okay?” His deep voice invaded her thoughts. She opened her eyes and peered over to see him propped up on his elbow, looking at her. She didn’t even realize that she had closed her eyes.

“Yeah.” She said. His freckled body stood out against the white sheets and comforter. She hesitantly brushed out her hair, before slowly making her way into the bedroom, her eyes glued to the floor.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly. She raised her hands up and let them fall against her legs.

“I’m sorry.” She said softly. It was so out of character for her that Jay wasn’t sure he had actually heard her for a second.

“What for?” He asked, his eyebrows narrowing. She didn’t turn off the lamp, but climbed into the bed with him. She was taken aback by the fact that he sincerely didn’t know what she was apologizing for. She waited  for him to wrap a hand around her waist. She glanced down at his freckled chest, the rough scar catching her eye.

“I’m sorry for everything with this case. For ignoring you and putting you in danger. Then jamming you up. Making you feel like you had to lie for me.” She put her hand over his chest and rubbed her thumb along that scar.

“I knew I didn’t have to lie for you.”

“I put you in danger. You almost got shot again because of me.” She whispered. He rubbed a thumb on her shoulder blade.

“You made a decision. Maybe not the best one. But you made it, and you’ve always had my back when I didn’t make good decisions. I’m not just your boyfriend, I’m your partner.” Hailey teared up when he said ‘partner’, feeling shame about suggesting to Voight that she might need a new partner. Jay was confused at why Hailey was getting more upset.

“I told Voight we were together. I’m sorry I told you not to say anything and then I told him without asking you,��� she said.

“I asked Voight if I needed a new partner...without talking to you first.” She whispered. She looked up at his eyes, and to her suprise he didn’t look offended or hurt, more curious than anything.

“Why?”

“I acted on instinct earlier, and it messed up the plan. I went in when Voight told me to stand down.”

“We’ve both done that before though.”

“I know, but that instinct…” she hesitated, “what if Voight was right? What if that instinct came from my heart and not my gut?”

“What if it did? I think that it makes you a better cop.” He said.

“I don’t ever want to be in a situation where I have to choose between you and someone else.”

“I know… there’s no good solution for that, but I think it’s the price we have to pay to love someone.”

“You almost got shot. Because of me.”

“We’ve survived me getting shot before.”

“You think last time was easy?”

“No, I’m sure it wasn’t. I absolutely hated that sling.” He said sarcastically.

“I’m serious.”

“I can’t imagine how worried you were.”

“I was terrified. I hate that I almost put both of us through that again.”

“I forgive you. You have to forgive yourself.” She just stared at his shoulder and rubbed that scar. He was silent for a second. He leaned over and kissed her.

“Come on, let’s go to bed.”

“I don’t deserve you.” Hailey whispered.

“You deserve the world, Hailey.” His hot breath danced on her lips before he leaned in and kissed her again. He reached over and shut his lamp off and she did likewise.

“Thankyou.” She said whispered.

“I love you.” He said, cuddling her.

“I love you, too.” She looked at his soft shoulders glowing from the moonlight.

Hailey closed her eyes and tried to let herself relax. Before long Jay was asleep, but Hailey had a hard time falling asleep. She wondered what had made her think about not being Jay’s partner anymore. She wondered if her trauma made her a bad girlfriend. She laid wide awake for over an hour before she suddenly got an idea.

“Jay” she whispered. “Jay.” She shook him awake.

“Mmm..” he grunted.

“Jay.”

“What?” He said softly, blinking his eyes open.

“I got an idea.”

“Can we talk about this tomorrow?”

“No, listen.”

“Kay?”

“We should take the day after tomorrow off.”

“Why?”

“I made a lot of mistakes in this case, and I feel like I betrayed you. I want to make it up to you. So, let me take you out, where it’s just us and we can spend the day together.” She said softly, grabbing his hands.

“You don’t have to make anything up to me.” He said.

“Jay, I love you. I know that I’ve said that to other guys before… but, you’re different. I really could see myself spending the rest of my life with you. So, let me show you how much I love you.”

“Okay.” He said softly. He kissed her gently.

“Why can’t we take tomorrow off?” He said in a fake whine.

“It’s way too short notice, and I don’t want to do that to Voight. I think we’re already pushing our luck,”

Jay chuckled.

“My luck was beyond pushed a couple years ago, I think he can handle a slightly irresponsible move on our part.”

“Ooooo, Ca-”

“Don’t even say her name.” Hailey smiled.

“K.”

“You ready to sleep?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Hailey, don’t blame yourself for things that have been forgiven. It’ll eat away at you.”

“...thanks.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” This time Jay waited for Hailey to fall asleep as he rubbed gentle circles in her back, before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. The next day was a drag. No new cases, lucky for them. But that meant signing off on CI files, doing inventory, cleaning and reorganizing desks, rearranging the bullpen, and cleaning lockers. Hailey’s heart fluttered everytime Jay would touch her back or touch her arm. Jay’s heart would flutter everytime Hailey would give him a small smile. Hailey spent a good part of the day planning for the next day, thinking about things he liked to do and places she wanted to show him. At the end of the day, she ended up leaving at the same time as him but turning down beer at Molly’s. While Jay was drinking with the guys, she went home and surfed the internet to find good places to eat. She would leave the decisions of what they would be doing to Jay. She was passed out on the couch when Jay came to her place home that night. Jay gently took her computer off her lap and smiled when he saw the screen. An article entitled Top Five Things To Do During a Date was pulled up. He closed the screen and sat down next to her, putting an arm over her shoulders. He kissed her forehead gently and rubbed her arm with his thumb.

“Hey.” He said when her breathing changed and she looked up.

“Hey.”

“You ready for tomorrow?” She rested her head on his pec and wrapped her arms around his midsection.

“Yeah, you get to decide what we do tomorrow. I want to do whatever you want to do.”

“Really?”

“Yeah”

“Even if it’s golfing?” He joked. Hailey breathed in deeply.

“Yes, even if its golfing.” Jay chuckled and smiled.

“I don’t think I want to golf tomorrow, don’t worry.”

“Ok. There are a few places I want to go to.”

“Sounds good to me.” Jay took a deep breath.

“Have you eaten?” Hailey asked.

“Yeah, I had a burger at Molly’s, have you?”

“Yeah, I heated up some leftovers.”

“Do you want to… take a bath?” Jay asked, raising an eyebrow.

“How about a shower?”

“Oooooh, I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” Jay stood and Hailey did the same. Jay bent down and picked Hailey up bridal style, eliciting a rare laugh from her.

“Jay, you don’t have to…”

“Oh please… You are trying to plan something nice for tomorrow, let me at least treat you tonight.”

Hailey smiled as Jay carried her. He set her down on the tile and turned the water on. He leaned over and kissed her. Their tongues danced together and he reached for the hem of her shirt. He tried to pull the shirt up while kissing her, but got frustrated when it wasn’t cooperating with him. Hailey pulled away and laughed.

“Jay, it’s a button up. You have to unbutton it.” She said, undoing the buttons. The second she undid the last button, Jay was back to kissing her. She laughed on his lips. He gently slid her shirt off her shoulders. Next came his shirt, then their pants, and before they knew it, they were both naked. Hailey got in and then Jay got in behind her. Jay trailed kisses down her neck as the hot water created a thick steam that moistened her skin. She leaned back into him and closed her eyes. He put some of her shampoo in his hands and began gently massaging her roots. He slowly made his way down her hair, softly rubbing the blonde strands.

“Your hair is thick.” He said. Hailey laughed.

“It was perfect for people to put gum in.”

“That happened?”

“Yeah”

“That’s awful.” Hailey chuckled. Jay took the shower head and started rinsing Hailey’s hair. Hailey turned  and kissed Jay.  Jay smiled and grabbed a washcloth. He gently washed her back and shoulders. She got some of his shampoo and massaged it through his curls. Before they knew it, they were both clean, just standing under the water. Hailey took the initiative to shut the water off and grab their towels. They dried themselves and stepped out.  Hailey smiled with the towel wrapped around her chest.

“I want to go to bed completely naked.” She said. Jay smiled.

“Ok, lets do that then,”  Hailey dropped her towel and Jay copied her, his eyes roaming her body.

“Wow.” He thought to himself. He went in and kissed her passionately. His hands roamed her back while hers brushed through his curls. He grabbed her thighs as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Jay blindly led them into her bedroom, clumsily bumping into the doorframe.

“Mm… I love you” Hailey whispered.

“I love  you too.”

He laid her down in the bed and proceeded to spend the rest of the night making love to her.

The next morning, Hailey’s alarm awoke her. She shut her alarm off and laid her head back on Jay’s chest, smiling. She couldn’t have asked for a better way to wake up, under soft covers, cuddling with her boyfriend. Last night was beyond her wildest dreams, Jay sending fireworks through her body. She heard his heartbeat against her ear and felt his chest rise as he breathed. He was so cute when he slept, completely relaxed. The freckles on his chest popped out in the early morning sunlight. She traced the shape of his abs with her finger. Just as she closed her eyes, about to fall asleep again, she felt a sharp intake of breath from him and she felt a pair of lips kiss her head.

“Good morning.” His gravelly voice said.

“Good morning.” She said.

She breathed deeply as Jay’s arms wrapped around her.

“How did you sleep?” He asked

“Unbelievable well.” She joked. “How about you?”

“I slept well, too.”

“What do you want to do this morning?”

“Oh wow, I’m already deciding?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Well, I guess we could get breakfast for starters.”

“Do you want to lay here first, or do you want to get up now?”

“I want to stay here right now.” Hailey looked at all the tiny freckles on his arms.

“You have so many freckles,” she said, touching his arm.

“Mmm… you like?” Hailey chuckled.

“Yeah.” She looked at all the tiny dots until her eyes landed on a deep looking scar on his forearm.

She touched the scar with the tip of her finger.

“Where did you get this scar from?” She said, tapping his arm.

“Shrapnel.”

“Oh, you were blown up?”

“Yeah we were in a convoy, our jeep was at the head of the group and we hit an IED. It was terrible, the worst recovery I’ve ever gone through. Shattered my arm, ruptured my eardrums,  had deep cuts, broke my hip and femur, cracked my skull.”

“Holy shhhh……”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my god, Jay.” She said in shock. He smiled.

“I’m okay now. Physically at least.” Hailey picked her head up to look him in the face.

“How come I just learned about this?” Jay shrugged.

“I guess it just never came up.”

“Huh.” Hailey sat up and sat crisscrossed.

“Well, now you have to tell me about one of your scars...liiiiiike….this one.” He touched her thigh, accidentally causing a small flinch from Hailey. She looked down at the scar.

“My dad.” She said softly. Jay pulled his hand away, regretting asking.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine… I came home from school one day. I don’t even remember how old I was,  but I was in highschool. I had failed a chemistry test, but I didn’t want to tell him. When I was using the bathroom, I had accidentally left my back unzipped a little and he saw it. He pulled it out and then dumped my bookbag out on the kitchen floor and went through all of my stuff. He threw my cell phone and smashed it. He went through all of my tests and graded assignments, pulling out anything that was below an A.”

Hailey closed her eyes, feeling the warm tear slip out and slide down her cheek.

“He got so furious, he was screaming. He...he grabbed my hair and pulled me down onto the kitchen floor. He slapped me.” A gentle hand slipped into hers.

“He was screaming so close to my face that he was spitting on me. I was crying. He told me to stop being dramatic and he backhanded me. I bit my tongue when he hit me, caused it to bleed. He screamed that I was a waste of his time, told me I should have been aborted. He punched me, bruised my jaw… I remember putting makeup on the next day to cover it. And he smashed a beer bottle all over the tile. I tried to crawl away… and I did,  but I got a piece of glass in my thigh. That’s what the scar’s from.” Hailey took a deep breath. She felt Jay’s soft hand on her cheek, his thumb wiping away the tear.

“I don’t know why I’m crying, I’m sorry.” She said, opening her eyes.

“You don’t need to apologize for being upset. Never. You are allowed to cry.”

“Yeah, I just feel like I’m being too emotional.”

Jay sat up. He took both of her hands in his, rubbing his thumbs on the back of her hands.

“Hailey, you can never be too emotional. I will always listen when you’re upset. You have a right to your emotions. Okay?” Hailey nodded. Jay scooted over and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“I love you. I’m sorry you had to go through that growing up. I hate that you had to grow up with an abusive father.”

“That’s not all he was. He could be really sweet and nice, but anything could set him off. One minute he would be laughing, the next he would be hitting me and my brothers.”

“I know, but it doesn’t change that what he did was not okay. And I want you to know that you deserve so much better than that.” Hailey stayed in his hold for a minute before breaking away.

“Come on, you want to get some breakfast?”

“Sure”

“Where do you want to go? Or do you want to stay here?”

“Um, I can take you to a dinner that my parents used to go to.”

“Alright.” They both climbed out of bed and Hailey headed to the bathroom.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom.”

“ Okay, You want coffee?”

“Ummm, no, I’ll get some there.”

“ ’kay.”

Hailey closed the bathroom door behind herself. Jay made his way to Hailey’s closet and got dressed. He was pretty sure that he had more of his clothes in Hailey's closet than in his own. He chose a pair of jeans, a black shirt, and a burgundy sweatshirt. Jay waited for Hailey to come out of the bathroom before heading in there. He was brushing his teeth when she came in and started brushing her teeth. It didn’t take them long before they were ready and out the door. They decided to ride in Jay’s truck. They looked through the menu and ordered before chatting while they waited. Jay kept glancing out the window, noticing a guy outside that seemed to just be loitering.

“You want to go?” Hailey’s voice broke his thoughts.

“What?”

“You keep looking outside, do you want to leave?”

“No, no, I just thought I saw something.”

“What did you see?” She asked, turning to look.

“Nothing, just some guy that’s loitering.

Hailey put her hand on Jay’s when he looked out of the window again.

“Jay, it’s okay. It’s our day off, turn the detective brain off.” Jay smiled at her.

“Okay.” Jay took a sip of his coffee.

They had a good time just spending time together and talking. When they got up after paying, Jay noticed the guy still outside. In fact, Jay was pretty sure the guy had been watching him because when he looked at the guy, they made eye contact for a split second. This guy was really making him feel uneasy. When they walked outside, Jay put a hand on Hailey’s back and quickly glanced over his shoulder. When he noticed they were being followed, he started gently pushing Hailey to walk faster, as they had parked pretty far away from the building. Hailey easily obliged, though she wondered what Jay’s rush was.

“Hey, what’s-”

“Shhh.” Jay cut her off, looking over his shoulder again. The guy had a hood on and was looking down as he followed them. The faster they walked, the faster he walked. As soon they got close to the truck, Jay unlocked it and urged Hailey forward.

“Get in the car, Hails.”

“Why-”

“Get in the car, Hailey.” he said in a deathly serious tone. Hailey obeyed and as soon as the door closed, she looked in the rearview mirror to see what Jay was so urgently rushing them away from. She watched Jay walk behind the truck and confront a guy in a hoodie.  She knew Jay wasn’t concealed carrying so she was extra concerned.  All of a sudden two more men came and started attacking Jay. Before Hailey could even think about it jumping out, a taser was whipped out and shoved at Jay’s stomach. She saw Jay swat at it as he crumpled to the ground. She jumped out.

“Jay!” She yelled out. The hooded guy that they had seen outside the diner pulled a gun out and started firing in her direction. She ducked behind the tire of the truck, as she wasn’t concealed carrying either or wearing a vest. The gunfire lasted a few seconds, but as soon as it ended she stood to see them dragging a limp Jay to a van.

“Hey! Police!” She yelled, hoping to scare them because that was her only option left.

The guy started firing again and she ducked behind the car next to Jay’s truck. The gunfire stopped and she heard two doors slam shut. She stood to see the van starting and rolling away. She ran after it, screaming Jay’s name and trying to see the plate, but it quickly turned down the street and was out of sight. She fumbled to find her phone and called Voight’s number.

“Voight.”

“I need help. I- I need help..” She said breathlessly.

“Hailey, what’s going on?”

“I need the team down here now. He- they took him.”

“Who?”

“They took Jay… Jay’s been abducted.”

“Where are you?”

“Diner on 39th and California. It was three guys, average height and build, caucasion, one had a gun, one had a taser. They put him in a gray panel van. I got a plate number,  Alpha Charlie Victor Two Seven Four. It turned down a side street and I lost it.” Voight rapidly wrote this information down.

“K,stay put. Call it in. We’re on our way.”

“Got it.”  Hailey hung up and obeyed. Her legs were shaking until she finally saw Kim and Adam roll up. Kim jumped out and speed walked up to her.

“Hey,” she said, putting a hand on Hailey’s back.

“Hey,” she replied coolly. Adam walked up.

“Are you okay?” Kim asked.

“Yeah...yeah I think so…. it just happened so quickly.”

“You call it in?” Adam asked.

“Yeah, I called in a 10-1, and put out a city wide BOLO.” Kevin and Voight walked.

“We weren’t concealed carrying, but I should have pursued them, I should have chased them, I should have.”

“Hey, you did the right thing,” Voight said. “Okay, can you walk us through what happened?”

“Yeah, um. Jay and I were just having breakfast. He kept looking at this guy that was outside, it seemed to be bothering him. We finished and walked outside, Jay pushed me to walk faster, he kept looking over his shoulder. I asked and he just told me to be quiet. When we approached the truck, he told me get in, I did. I saw Jay confront the guy. Then, two other guys approached him and jumped him. They tased him. I jumped out, one of them pulled out a gun and started firing. I ducked, they dragged Jay into the van. I tried to confront them, they started firing again. I couldn’t stop them.”

“Anything about these guys stand out to you?”

“No, it was a blur. Um, but it seemed that wanted only Jay, and they wanted Jay alive for some reason. The guy saw me, he could have just shot me point blank and then took Jay, or just shot both of us. But they wanted Jay for a reason. They’re probably gonna torture him for information.”

A silence blanketed the air.

“Ok, one of our own is missing. Let’s get patrol on the streets. I want them focused in a five mile radius. Lets pull pods and security cameras, see if there’s enough for facial rec. Lets see if we can try to track these guys.” Everyone split off to do a task.

[froggy-frogz]

2014!Raph x Reader

Request: How about some fukin uhhhh 2014 raph with a reader he has a crush on? Male reader again w afab or not 👉👈 how boys and reader met can be up to u but the reader gets along well w all of them,, enjoying video games and play fights with them a bit.

A/N: Sorry for the wait @fuck-mcgee !! But here’s your request <3

Warnings: None really, just male pronouns

    You had known Raphael and his brother for a good year now.  It was thanks because of April O'Neil, your good friend from work, where you were interning.  [ It was because April hadn't been to work for a few days, so you went looking for her, and you may or may not have stumbled into the turtles’ lair.]

   Yep, you worked with her on Channel 6.

   When you weren't at work, you were mostly in the lair with the four brothers. You found them sweet, in their own ways, but you found one of them you preferred over the others; Raph.

   This was one of the said times you were at the lair, and you were lounging around, making the best of your afternoon by not moving at all, and by also watching Leo and Mikey spare, because it was sort of entertaining. 

   You were lazily watching, trying not to fall asleep because you haven't moved in a good minute when the couch lurched and an arm was draped across the back of the couch.

   "Hey handsome, didn't know ya were dropping by today." The figure next to you rumbled, making your insides lurch and you were mysteriously wide awake again.

   How you didn't hear Raph approach was a mystery, but now the giant was sitting right next to you.

   Like, right next to you, as in his side was digging into yours. Not like you minded, but your heart was racing.

   It was second nature, but you gently leaned into him and snorted, "Was planning on coming over tomorrow but Mikey texted me and said he wanted someone to watch him beat Leo at sparring so he'd have proof-" 

   Raph cocks an eyebrow as you turn your head to him, "Mikey asked that ya come over? Damn, babe, if you needed an invitation I could have given ya one."

   Your heart swells at his words and, you grin and playfully punch his arm, "I'm going to hold you to that-" You hesitate for a second before grinning at him, "You want to ditch these two and go do something actually interesting?"

   Before Raph can respond, Mikey pauses, "Angelcheeks, don't leave with him," He pouts, "We can do something together, all of us."

   "Mmm? And what's that?" You ask as you try not to snicker at the furious look on his face as Mikey talked.

   "Video games, c'mon please?" He begged, getting up from his spot next to Leo, "Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee-"

   When you finally cave after another good minute of on and off whining from Mikey, he cheers and runs off, to 'go get Donnie so we can all play together'.    Once everyone was on the couch and had a controller, you found yourself pressed against Raph, again, as his plastron dug into your arm. Good god, you were sure you would pass away right then and there.

  "Alright, we can start with Mario Cart- and maybe then after that we can play Smash Brothers?" Mikey chirps, and both you and Donnie nod, even though Leo and Raph look less... happy about the current arrangement.

   "Oh come on Raphie, don't you want to play video games with me?" You playfully pout, laying your head on his giant forearm muscle, as you look up with him. 

   He grunts and gives you a questionable look before sighing, "Of course babe, just not with them." He says the last part a little louder, probably so Mikey could hear.

   You could hear Mikey snicker, "What? So you can have some quiet time with [Y/n], it's sort of obvious with how much time you spend with him that you l" 

   Raph sends Mikey a death glare before sharply speaking, "Let's just play the damn game."

   Thankfully, no one said anything else as Mario Cart booted up, though you felt like you could choke on how little air was passing through your lungs. Was Mikey about to say that Raph likes you? It couldn't be... You got along with him, and you two were close, that was all...

   There was no way he could like you the way you liked him. 

   For all you knew, Raph could be straight. There was no way he could like guys.

   "Hey, [Y/n]," Raph rumbles, "Ya alright?"

   He gets closer, ignoring the game for a second to move his face closer to yours, "You're all red, are you feeling sick?"

   You gulp, and shake your head, "No I'm fine... It's just a little stuffy in here."

   That answer seemed to be good with him cause he nods, and turns his attention back to the game, and you have to hold back a sigh.

   Though, after Mikey won game after game, you felt a little woozy, and leaned into Raph, "Raph, can we go to your room? It's... um, too hot in here."

   It was almost automatic that Raph dropped his controller, "Alright babe, let's go-" He rumbles, scooping you up, "I think [Y/n] has come down with something, I'm going to take him into the other room."

   There were protests from Mikey, but they dimmed down the closer you got to Raph's room, and as soon as you two were inside, Raph shuts his door and locks it.

"Ya should nap for a little, you're probably tired." Raph's voice gets quiet, as he sets you on his bed, "So, go nap."

   "Wow, Raphael saying please, wouldn't ever imagine that." You curl up into his blankets, closing your eyes, but a grin tugged at your lips. He didn't get a chance to backtalk as you squint an eye open, "Um, would, you like to cuddle me? Please?"

   Raph snorted, "Me? Cuddle ya? Babe, I'm not the most comfortable to lay on, ya better cuddling a pillow."

   "Please Raphie? For a little bit, and than you can do something else-" You plead, opening both eyes to give him the most pleading look you can give him.

   Raph groans, and slinks into the bed with him, "Fine, but never call me that again..." His voice lowers, "You're lucky I love ya."

   You freeze, every muscle in your body tenses up. "Raph... Could you repeat that? That las... last part?"

   He must not even have realized what he said as he looks to you in what looked like a pure and utter shock. 

  "Shit bab- [Y/n], ya probably don't feel the same-" He mumbles, shifting away from you, hiding his gaze. His usual behavior shifted to one that seemed a lot more, embarrassed. 

   "Raphael, look at me." You say softly, reaching out without thinking to cup his cheek, "Could you repeat the last part?"

   There was a pause, and a sigh, before Raph nods, "Erm, what I said was, 'you're lucky I love ya', but ya probably don't like me like that-"

   You have to let out a suprised laugh before you wrap your arm around his neck and you pull yourself into him, "Raph... I love you too, I was just really scared that... you didn't like me like that."

   He blinks, and his demeanor shifts back to his usual one, and his hands cup your sides, "Well, babe, guess I should of known with how flustered ya been getting recently."

   "Shut up-" You groan, "It's your fault I was that red."

  "Mmm, I think ya will have to shut me up, I like teasing ya." He moves you closer to his chest, to where you two are close together, and you can feel his breath on your lips.

   It takes you a minute to process what he said before you hesitantly lean into him, your lips brushing against his. You weren't going to go any closer because you were unsure on how far to take things so you wouldn't make Raph uncomfortable but he made it obvious that he was very, very comfortable as his hands travel to your shirt collar to yank you deeper into the kiss.

   When you two pull back, you can tell your face is red but, Raph doesn't seem to care, "Will ya be my boyfriend babe?"

   "Mmm, let me think about that-" You tease, pretending to think as you shift in his arms, "Of course Raphie-"

   There was a groan behind the door that's mixed up with a Mikey-sounding cheer, "I knew it! Pay up Leo!"

  Raph's the one to turn red now and, he lets out a growl and pulls you closer to him, "Goddamnit Mikey!"

[whosaskingwrites]

The Sound Of Love (Tsukishima x Reader)

A/N: Um I don't like this one as much as the others but I did my best. It honestly took forever cause I didn't want to write it and I had no idea what song to use but I eventually decided so here we are.

WARNINGS: angst

Date: Saturday November 7th, 2020

Details: 5.3 pages 2,000 words

Theme: Musicalia- The victim will hear a song constantly playing in their head until it drives them insane. The person of affection will only hear the music when they are around the victim.

Angst Masterlist

Clair De Lune

A simple, beautiful piano melody that had been repeating in my head for weeks. There was never a reprieve from the beautifully haunting melody. My mind followed the sound like a moth to a flame and deteriorated the closer it got to the music.

No amount of holding my hands over my ears stopped it. It had become a part of me like the backround music in a video game or movie. However this wasn't a video game or a movie this was real. Every day was the same never a rest I couldn't even sleep some nights.

This was my last week at Karasuno before I was put in the hospital. My mind was too far gone to stay out I couldn't really hear anything anymore to distracted by the music and of course I hummed it on occasion. Everyone in my classes knew I had it...Musicalia but they didn't know who caused it.

Monday

I walked to class with a sigh Yamaguchi was following and as we walked I heard a gentle piano melody that got louder. I spotted a familiar H/c haired girl fast walking past me like she'd done since I pushed her away. Yamaguchi followed my eyesight and the music faded the further away she got "you should apologize you know. This week is her last at Karasuno," I blinked 'her last week?' I thought "Shut up Yamaguchi," I said keeping my emotions off my face "Sorry Tsukki," I continued watching the S/c skinned female rush off down the hall.

Tuesday

I was walking up to the roof ready to reject another girl. Why they felt the need to confess to me of all people id never understand. As I rounded the corner someone ran into me and with a short shriek they fell. I was about to say something when I noticed who it was...Y/n she looked paler than I remembered and eye bags were prevalent on her face. I heard the piano again it was louder than ever.

"Do you need to listen to music that loud?" I asked though it was harsher than intended. Her eyes widened and I held back a frown as I saw she was afraid. "S-sorry," she stood up quickly and ran off down the hall the music fading the further she got and I watched 'why was she afraid of me?' My eyes caught something on the floor which I turned to. Picking it up I realized it was a simple gold bracelet with a dinosaur charm on it.

"This is...," It was the bracelet id given her three years ago on her birthday. It was still in perfect condition looking like it did on the day I'd given it to her and it caused a small smile to pull at my lips as I pocketed the familiar bracelet.

Wednesday

Everytime I spotted the e/c eyed female in the hallway and approached her she would turn and run the music following her. Nobody ever seemed bothered by the piano it was almost like they didn't hear it and Y/n was never wearing headphones when it was playing. "Does she ever stop listening to that song?" I mumbled to myself as she ran away yet again.

"What song?" Yamaguchi asked next to me I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him. "What do you mean what song? That damn piano music she's always listening to it's annoying," I said and Yamaguchi’s eyes widened "Tsukki...She's not listening to any music...," He stated.

I blinked as I processed what that meant "No ive heard it-," Yamaguchi cut me off before I could continue he had a sad look in his eyes and as he spoke I realized why. "She's got Musicalia Tsukki...," He whispered as he looked at me. "She...She what?" I asked. "She's got Musicalia and if you can hear it that means...," my own eyes widened as I realized what he was implying. "Oh...,"

Thursday

Cornering someone who was avoiding you was much more difficult than you'd think. Everytime I ended up even in the same room as her she ran before I could even get near her. "Yamaguchi," I stated causing him to jump. "Yeah?" He nervously asked. "Can you convince Y/n to meet you on the roof?" I asked. He didn't ask any questions he just nodded mumbling a quiet yeah as the teacher walked in the room.

I stood on the roof looking out towards the gym. I heard footsteps come around the corner and stop before they slowly started backing away. "Can you stop running? I need to talk to you," I said. The footsteps stopped and I turned around. Y/n stood a few feet away nervously shuffling on her feet.

"When were you gonna tell me?" I asked and she sighed "Preferably never," She answered and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Never? This could kill you!" I took a step toward her while she took one back "So what?" She spit bitterly rasing her head up to glare. "So what? So everything!" I shouted.

"So everything? You dont even fucking like me! You made that pretty clear last year!" She yelled back. She was referencing an argument that I barely remembered and that she hadn't forgotten. "Do you even know what its like to have your heart crushed in seconds!?" She screamed. "You still should have told me you have Musicalia!" I glared back. 

She just gave me a bitter smile "I suppose my dear this was how it was meant to be," she stretched her arms out as she spoke and tears dripped down her face at a slow pace. "You dying isn't how it's supposed to be!" She only shook her head in response. I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out the bracelet. "Here...just take this back," I said holding it out. She walked forward and I heard that gentle and haunting music get louder.

She stopped closing my hand around the bracelet and leaning up to press a kiss against my cheek. "Keep it I won't have a use for it much longer," she mumbled before turning and walking off. "Y/n!" She stopped but didn't turn around and I continued speaking. "I love you," she sighed and turned her head. The sunset cast her in an ethereal glow and sparkled off the remaining tears on her face.

She gave a sad, watery smile in response. "No you don't Tsukki. If you did...You would have come back to me a lot sooner," she turned and left I knew she was right but god it hurt to hear her say that. My hand was still tightly closed around the bracelet the metal uncomfortably warm against my skin as she walked away from me.

Friday

She avoided me even more. I never saw her but I heard the music following around on occasion. After yesterday I had looked for the melody finally hearing it long enough to search for it. The results had told me the song was Clair De Lune I should have known. It was Y/n's favorite song though I doubted she liked it now.

I had tried to find her when I heard the music but even if I followed it I never found her. I was walking toward my locker keeping an ear out for that melody. As I opened the locker a f/c envelope fell out as I picked it up I noticed it was sealed with a gold wax stamp. Flipping it over my name was written on the front in flowing cursive. I put it away in my bag before heading to practice.

I flipped the envelope around in my hand staring at it before sighing. I pulled open the envelope and slipped the contents out. The first was a photo of me, Y/n, and Yamaguchi we were standing in the park in the photo. Y/n and Yamaguchi had their arms over eachothers shoulders while I stood in the background glaring towards the camera.

The other thing was a letter that I was hesitant to flip open. I knew the letter was from Y/n but I for the first time felt afraid on what she had to say. Sighing I opened the letter ready to read it.

Dear Kei,

It's been awhile hasn't it? Though That's what happens after fights. You give each other time to calm down and then you come back. Only this time...There is no coming back. You already know I have Musicalia and I'm sure you know I love you. It's weird to write that to someone you know doesn't love you.

Don't lie either. You don't love me the way I love you. You may think you do but if you had we would have been friends again by now. But you were perfectly content with not having me in your life so I know you'll be fine when I'm actually gone.

That's the issue isn't it? I'll be gone soon really, truly...gone. I'm not afraid knowing my death is approaching im...content and at peace with it. My death won't be glorious. I'm not going out with a bang. Or any final inspirational words. I'll go quietly in my sleep hopefully. Sleep however is hard when there's music constantly playing on loop in your head.

When I'm gone Kei...Will you visit me? Tell me about your day or the volleyball team! Yamaguchi told me about the team you should go easier on them. You should also learn from them you know? Anyways if you ever can't make it to me...Play Clair De Lune and I'll go to you! I'll listen to you talk at your place instead of you coming to mine!

I'm sure you know by now that this is my goodbye letter. Don't act so suprised of course I want to say goodbye to you. You're important to me you should know that. I've written this for awhile but I wanted it to be a good final goodbye since its immortalized forever in a letter. If you share this with anyone I'll kill you by the way. Even in death I still have a reputation. Anyway...

Goodbye Kei

I love you

—Y/n L/n

A month had passed since she said goodbye I moved forward even though it hurt to not see her around school. It almost felt like she moved but that imagine was ruined whenever I visited her grave. "Hey Tsukki I didn't know you liked dinosaurs!" I sighed in irritation my eyes flicking towards Kuroo who was pointing at my wrist.

"Wow that's cool!" Bokuto joined in and my eyes drifted to the golden bracelet around my wrist. "It's not mine," I stated drinking my water. "Whos is it?" Akaashi asked and I sighed again. "My friend Y/n’s...She's gone now and I'd rather not talk about it," I said standing up and heading back to the net. None of them said anything more about it and I was grateful for that.

Later that night I closed my eyes and played the song that I had grown very familiar with. It was quiet except for the soft melody playing through my headphones. While my eyes were closed I felt the familiar pressure on my body like someone was laying on my chest. If I listened through my headphones close enough I could almost hear her soft voice humming the song. 

I knew in my brain it was impossible but for now I let my heart believe that it was her. I talked quietly about anything and everything that came to mind. The team was sleeping so I knew I could talk freely most of them slept like they were in a coma. I sighed as I reached the end of my story before I spoke once more.

"I miss you Y/n,"

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[nerdyfangirl67]

Hello Darkness - Criminal Minds Imagine

Pairing: Hotch x reader

Warning: language

Imagine getting hurt on the job and it leading to Aaron telling you how he feels.

You reach around to release the velcro strap on the bullet-proof vest you had been wearing. You were heading in to act as a hostage negotiator. The BAU had identified the perpetrator as John Alderidge, a bank robber who was responsible for killing two patrons during his robberies. The BAU had been called to the First National Bank of Indiana. John Alderidge had been in the process of holding the teller at gunpoint and forcing one of the patrons to fill up the duffle bags he had brought with him when the security guard had fired on him. Alderidge had returned fire and drawn the attention of the city police. He had killed three patrons before seizing the other ten as hostages, making his body count five.

With a previous background of working as a hostage negotiator, you had been the one chosen to enter the bank. Alderidge had demanded that the negotiator came in unarmed and without a vest. If not, he would kill a hostage. This wasn’t the first time you had been sent in without protection, but it didn’t mean you had to like it. 

“Remember, remind him the hostages are people with families and children. Appeal to his need to provide for his children.” Aaron Hotchner was staring at you with his pair of dark eyes, commanding, without using words, that you pay attention to what he was telling you. You didn’t want to look away. It was a rare moment in the day when you had Aaron’s undivided attention.

You nodded before moving towards the door of the bank, pushing the door open. “My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N. I am the hostage negotiator and I’m coming in.” You held your hands raised above your head, slowly inching into the bank. A gun was immediately trained on you. 

“Hello John.” You spoke slowly and evenly. 

“Move over there.” The gun shook towards the corner as he ordered you to move. 

You moved cautiously towards the other side of the bank lobby. “We can get you what you want John if you just release some of these hostages as a sign of good faith.” 

John shook his head. “No, no, no. I need a passage out of here first, and then I will release the hostages.” He started waving the gun around, getting worked up at the idea of not getting what he wanted.

“John, I know you don’t want to hurt these people. You are only trying to get the money you need to help your kids. How about this? You let the hostages go and I’ll stay here with you. You can even use me as a hostage if you want. I am an FBI member so I hold some sway with the officers outside. You keep me as a hostage and I’ll make sure the officers outside get you what you need.” You speak calmly, watching John Alderidge start to unravel.

He was quiet for a long moment before exploding in a rage. “Get out! Get out! All of you out!” His outburst spooked the hostages into scrambling towards the door. Not fast enough though, because John started shooting randomly. You eased towards John, talking as you moved.

“John, John. Let’s put the gun down. I know that you don’t want to hurt anyone. You aren’t helping yourself right now, you aren’t helping your kids either.” Speaking what you thought were the right words, you kept moving at a measured pace towards John. John whirled around towards you at the sound of your voice. A wicked smile broke on his face.

“Not helping anyone huh?” He questioned with a snarky tone. “Well then, I’m sure I can use you to help me.” He roughly grabs your arm, pulling you towards him. He held one arm over your throat, pressing tight and the other pointed the gun at your temple. At this point, all of the hostages had fled the lobby. You heard rapid shouting outside the building, although you couldn’t make out what they were saying. 

Suddenly John was awkwardly dragging you towards the door of the bank. He roughly shoved open the door of the bank, taking the gun from your temple and pressing it forcibly into your spine. Twenty feet away stood an array of law enforcement officers, including the members of your team. They were surrounding the door in a rough half-circle. 

“John, release her.” Aaron’s sharp tone flew towards you. You focused in on him. His jaw was tense and he didn’t move a muscle from his powerful stance as he addressed the perpetrator. “I don’t want to repeat myself John.”

In less than a second the bank parking lot erupted in chaos. A gunshot sounded off to your right, but you didn’t have any time to focus on who made the shot before pain exploded in your spine. You crumpled towards the ground, the only thing holding you up being John’s forearm across your throat. His arm held you suspended for but a second, before he was falling with you. You tried to roll away but you couldn’t move. Pain held you paralyzed, unmoving.

Shouting ensued and people started rushing around. The first to reach you was Morgan, followed closely by Hotch and Rossi. “Hey there, hold on. We gotcha Y/N.” Morgan’s voice greeted you.

“Shit, I’m sorry Aaron. I messed up.” You croak out, too out of it to realize you used his first name. He reaches for your hand and grips it tightly in his.

“No. This is not your fault Y/N.” He roughly whispered, pulling your hand up to his lips to place a gentle kiss on it. “Hold in there. Listen to me.” You tried, you really did, but the more Aaron spoke, the more his voice echoed in your ears. Your eyes slip closed and darkness greeted you.

Time passed and you thought for sure you were dead. You could hear voices and noises, but couldn’t pinpoint any source in particular. A steady pressure held your hand in place. You stayed in this limbo for what felt like forever before the pain started creeping into your spine. It spread outward causing you to gasp at its intensity. If you were dead, you shouldn’t be in pain, you decided. You made the decision to try and open your eyes. 

After a few failed attempts, you were successful. The room was dark, aside from the blinking lights of machines and light creeping in from under the door. The steady pressure stayed around your hand. You turned towards it, intent on finding the source. Suprise caused you to gasp softly. It was Hotch, his head resting on his arm, brown hair tousled about. 

“Aaron.” You called gently, your voice cracking from lack of use. He immediately stirred, sitting up abruptly. “You are awake.” He whispered back. He reached behind him, bringing a glass of water to your lips. You drink some greedily before pushing it away gently. 

“Y/N. You were shot.” He stated abruptly. “I thought you were gonna die. I thought I was gonna lose you.” His voice trailed off in a whisper.  

“Aaron..”, you started. He interrupted you. “No. I promised myself that I would tell you as soon as you made it out of the woods. I care for you Y/N.” 

“You do? Oh Aaron, you have no idea what that means to me.” You whisper, voice filled with emotion. Your heart sped up, in anticipation of what he was gonna say or do. He leaned forward, making eye contact with you before pressing his lips to yours. His lips with chapped but you didn’t care. You were finally able to kiss Aaron.

You knew that now, with Aaron Hotchner at your side you could face anything.

[amarauder]

Criminal Girl Relates to Garfield - Percy Jackson x Reader

                                005. criminal girl relates to garfield 

PAIRING; High School AU!  Percy Jackson x Reader

REQUEST; Not Applicable

GODLY PARENT; Not Applicable

DATE; June 12th, 2020

WORD COUNT; 8053

WARNING; Bruh so freaking much. friends and families being dicks, panic attacks, crying and pubic humiliation, you're gonna read this and just keep cringing because of reader's dumb ass.

A/N; I think I like High School and Soulmate AUs too much. This isn't a soulmate AU. It was going to originally be but it just didn't match with the plot so I didn't. Still this is my first one and I had so much fun writing it. I think I just related to this reader more than normal. I think this is my favorite one shot to be honest. I'm so happy, I feel like I've fallen in love with writing again. The last few one shots I've just had the best time writing them and it's been difficult to stop writing.

TRAILER; Reader is Percy Jackson's soulmate, potentially a criminal and more than kind of cute.

REQUESTED BY; Not Applicable

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Y/N was more than ready for this week to be over. It had started out horribly and only got worse as the days ran their course.

On Monday her Aunt's insane dog, that she had been forced to dog sit, had torn up her favorite shirt. On Tuesday she had forgotten her entire binder at home and received zeros on all of her assignments, and then one of her exams for being blamed for talking when it had really been the kid behind her. On Wednesday, Y/N was supposed to be presenting one of the most important projects of the entire semester in her first period only for her car refusing to start. Of course, when her Dad came home it ran perfectly. Thursday she had found out her position as President of the Economics Club had been handed over to some kid she didn't even know, despite how long she had been working for it. Friday, she had found out her best friend since kindergarten had lied to her face and was hanging out with a girl she loathed.

Her best friend ditching her had hurt her the most. It left an ugly slimy feeling in her chest that felt like some kid attempting to learn CPR for the first time, except she was the mannequin every time she thought of them hanging out together. Despite the chest compression, her self-depreciating thoughts never seemed to leave her. It was like she was trying to torture herself which didn't hurt any less.

To say the least, Y/N was completely drained. Blinking took way too much effort, and yawns seemed to be effortless. The kind of tired that took over after crying too much, so stress relieving that the tightness in her chest released, leaving her slap happy.

After grabbing two boxes of mac and cheese and a huge jug of orange juice, Y/N was on her way to her car. The bagger asked her if she needed any help carrying everything to her car.

She stared blankly at him for a few seconds before looking at her three items. He smiled sheepishly and Y/N felt fortunate to have been blessed with more brains than him.

It wasn't until she reached her car and caught sight of her reflection that she wondered if he had asked because she looked so miserable.

His so called thoughtfulness really didn't make her feel any better. In fact she felt worse. It was like when her Mother's wine group would come over and compare stories of who had been more disrespected. From grocers deciding they were age appropriate to buy wine without asking for an ID to being called Ma'am instead of Miss, Y/N had heard it all. Somehow it all had to do with old age and the grocery store. The wonders of Motherhood in the suburbs.

Placing her groceries on top of her car, she tried to unlatch the trunk. It wouldn't budge.

Hmm, Y/N was pretty sure she had left her it unlocked. Whatever. She wouldn't put it past herself if she had forgotten to lock it.

But when she tried to unlock it, nothing happened. Her car didn't beep or flash it's stupid lights, or anything. The battery in her key had been flickering on and off all week, it was the reason her car wouldn't start on Wednesday morning. But her Dad had said it had at least a few months of life left, not three days.

Her stomach dropped and she felt unshed tears build up in her eyes. Not now, not today. She had enough this week.

Her thumb hovered over the unlock button once more. Y/N almost didn't want to press it, because that would mean finding out her fate and she just wasn't that kind of girl.

She did it anyway. And the old piece of junk sat there like it was ready to retire to the car graveyard. Y/N wasn't ready for her freedom to retire so quickly.

Feeling her tears build up again, more rapidly this time, she dug the palm of her hand into her eyes and leaned against the car. Her throat tightened. She promised herself she wouldn't cry anymore today. She promised...

"You're okay, you're okay, you're okay," she whispered to herself, her voice to low to crack. Face screwed shut and her toes curled to will the tightness in her throat away.

The tears eventually made it through which only made her want to cry harder. She was so embarassed. Thoughts ran wild, making her panic harder to control.

How was she going to get home?

How was she going to pay for her car to be fixed?

She really didn't want to go back to walking.

Wouldn't her parents be mad?

What if this was one of those stupid kidnapping schemes that she had seen during a school assembly?

Don't be stupid. Calm down. Focus.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a lady with her dog, eye Y/N warily. A man sitting in his car with his feet propped up on the dashboard and a cigarette hanging between his finger laughed at her despair then ended up in a coughing fit. A woman ushered her child away, who was pointing at her, and gave Y/N a dirty look.

Y/N remained like that until her Mother's advice that she never took to heart rang through her, "Pick yourself up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Life isn't that hard."

She was right and Y/N wiped her tears away hurriedly.

As the knots in her stomach washed away, a new one settled it self in her chest. She was pissed. Furious at life for making her feel like shit, betrayed by her best friend, grades flustering down to nothing, and a position she worked harder than anything in the world for was snatched away before she could even think of savoring it.

It was just shit and completely unfair.

Wiping her tears, Y/N turned towards the driver's handle and pulled on it so hard, that her feet started to slip and she fell on her but.

She could have screamed, but instead she started to curse loudly and kick her car still laying down. She just about to kick the car for the sixth time when someone said behind her, "Uhh, hey, it would be really cool if you could stop trying to destroy my car? I don't know what he did to you, but at this point I think you're in danger of giving him PTSD."

Turning around, she noticed a blurry figure. Tears were still in her eyes making it hard for her to make out who it was but she could tell closing her eyes that he felt awkward. Hell, her guardian angel, no devil at this point, probably felt awkward.

When she blinked her tears away she saw him look suprised, and stumble back a few steps as if her presence shocked him. Which was stupid because unless there was some other person trying to break into the car, she didn't know why he was acting like she had come out of nowhere.

"This is my car, dude."

The teen scratched his neck, then pressed his car keys and suddenly the piece of junk came to life. She blinked hard, trying to comprehend what had just happened in front of her.

A flash of heat surged up her body that couldn't have came up from the exhaust pipe right next to her. She couldn't have been more aggravated and embarrassed. The guy seemed to realize that, because he shifted his weight to his side as he glanced at her. He was right, she was an idiot.

Quickly mumbling an apology, she ran off into the parking lot. Her car had to be around here somewhere and Y/N had never been more than ever determined to find it, or maybe just determined to get away from this situation as soon as possible.

She found it in the exact same spot, just a few rows away. Her brain kept replaying and replaying her embarrassing moment over and over again, leaving her to cringe and try to shoo it away.

If there was a list for the most embarrassing things Y/N had ever done, this would be on the top of the list. She could imagine herself years later, watching her husband struggling to change their kid's diaper as she laughed and talked about this. But right now all Y/N wanted to do was forget that she even existed.

It almost funny the amount of relief she felt just to have her car unlock. Her car, her piece of junk did it's little half-hearted beep, but it sounded rejuvenated as if it knew what she had gone through just for it.

She started the engine, and then let her forehead rest against the wheel in relief. At least that went well.

She was in the middle of her breather when a knock on her window startled her. Y/N took a few more seconds to herself before looking up and seeing the boy from before looking more awkward than when she he was before.

She rolled down the window, and right when he opened his mouth to speak the engine died.

"No," she whispered to herself, her stomach sinking, "No, no, no."

"Um, here's your groceries?" the boy said with a smile, but Y/N only opened the engine after getting out of her car. He stood there for a second before setting them inside the drivers seat and following her. He leaned over the hood and started to hack violently. The engine was fuming and Y/N wanted to cry for what seemed the millionth time that day. "Did you beat this one up too?"

She gave him a look but he only smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, it just slips out sometimes."

"It's okay... You're a boy."

The boy smiled. Did she just notice now? "Nice observation."

"Do you know anything about cars?"

"I know they aren't supposed to smell like that."

Pursing her lips, she rolled her eyes, "Thanks, so helpful."

"I try."

Letting out a laugh of disbelief, she leaned against the car and groaned. What was she going to do know? Even though breaking into the guys car was one of extremely embarrassing, she had been filled with a little bit of hope. The shitty day would end and she could go home. But now... There was no decent solution.

"Umm, would you want a ride in my car?" Y/N raised an eyebrow and he tried to hurriedly explain, "It's just I saw the sticker on your back window and we go to the same school. My Mom would kill me if I just left you here, so..."

-

The car ride home was so awkwardly silent, Y/N had even asked for his name.

"Percy Jackson," he said and flashed her a smile that she didn't return. She was too tired, and this guy was too happy. He probably shit out sunshine rays and Y/N just... was not about that life. Plus, his name sounded irkingly familiar, as if he had been in one of her previous classes.

"Nice to meet you," she said after a while, her imaginary Mother shaking her fist at the girl during that silent moment, "I'm Y/N L/N."

"Y/N," he repeated, and she almost looked for that feeling that all her friends talked about. The one where their stomachs churned pleasantly and it seemed that they don't even remember what happened before and after seeing him. All the memories from that day were separate. The life they knew before and after her friends met the one. But there was nothing, no shocking realization or fireworks. She could have just met Zeus himself and Y/N wouldn't be able to tell the difference. "Nice name."

"Thanks," she whispered quietly and played with the hem of her shoe. She had originally placed it on the dashboard but Percy sucked in a harsh breath and then the foot was back balancing on her thigh.

"Ya," and then it was awkward silence again.

Inside her mind, Y/N was cringing. This boy was nice, way too nice, and probably the most good looking kid she had ever seen. It was a wonder how she had never noticed him, or at the very least seen him around her school. Now, she had murdered his car, almost broke into it, screamed at him about her engine, and he decides to drive her home because well, she didn't know. It shouldn't matter because she was just repaying him by being awkward.

"Umm, why are you being so nice to me?"

What? God, why was she such a nerd? And an introvert. She needed to go out more.

"Uh," he said and glanced at her as she pointed to the left and he put his blinker on, "I don't know what you mean."

"I beat up your car, probably would have made the stupid alarm go off if you hadn't stopped me and then you follow me to give me my groceries that I had forgotten. My car doesn't start and you offer me a ride home even though you don't know my name." Y/N finished with a huff. Surprisingly, she felt better as if she had just finished crying and got it all off her chest.

"So?"

"So? It's not very high-school boy of you."

Percy laughed, "Well, I'll try harder to be more high school boy if you want."

"No, I like whatever you've got going on here," She said and waved her hand at him.

"Good. I don't feel like pulling over and dropping you off at a random street. Besides, Mom would be pissed at me. When I tell her what happened today, because I'm sorry but I have too. She's going to wonder what took me so long. But, umm," he paused for a second to collect his thoughts, "When I tell her what happened, she's gonna ask if I brought you home or not, and this way I won't have to lie."

He flashed another smile at her and she felt a slight tingle on her face that her friends talked about. But then again, maybe it was her nose going numb from the air conditioning. It was like this boy secretly lived in Alaska. "I'm a shit liar, by the way."

"Couldn't have guessed."

"What gave me away?"

Y/N stared at him for a second before laughing, "You said it."

He had the audacity to look embarrassed, yet please at the same time. "Well, you looked like you needed some cheering up."

Her laugh died from her eyes as the words sunk in. It was not the first time Percy put his foot in his mouth, sometimes he wished he could actually think before he would speak. He would try, but it's not socially acceptable at his age for long periods of silence in between conversations to take place so he can run over his words.

She huffed and crossed her arms, and it felt like Percy's insides were crushed between the space of her chest and twisted limbs. His hands tightened on the steering wheel. He gave her a gentle little thing that somewhat resembled the corner of his lips titling up.

Percy didn't know her at all, but she seemed like the girl that was disappointed with the world. Y/N was too pretty to be disappointed. Percy's Mom had always told him that the prettiest people in the world were dreamers, and the world never held up to their expectations.

Percy didn't really like that for Y/N.

She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, her face never wavering from the road ahead.

"Umm, what's your favorite animal?"

He took Y/N so off guard that she answered, "A cat."

"Why a cat?"

Y/N hesitated, who questions their favorite animal? "Umm, because I relate to them, I think."

"Why because you like lasagna and are scared of accordions?"

"I'm sorry, what?" He had her full attention now. She wasn't even trying to pretend to be mad at him. Her entire body, despite the restrictions of the seatbelt, was turned towards him.

"Have you never heard of Garfield?"

"Of course, I have." Y/N answered, "Who hasn't? But I thought Garfield was scared of scales and diets."

"He is. But he's also scared of accordions. I have to impress you with my extensive Garfield knowledge somehow right?" Y/N snickered, her fingers massaging her forehead. This boy was something else, she liked it.

"Well, do you relate to Garfield?" he asked a minute later.

Y/N laughed so hard that the back of her head hit the seat and she snorted, which only set her into another laughing fit. "I'm sorry," she said still giggling a little bit, "It's just who relates to Garfield?"

"A girl who tries to break into cars, I guess."

Y/N didn't think Percy had it in him to be so sarcastic. After spending a little under fifteen minutes with him, she had judged him as the boy who apologized despite doing nothing wrong and had fallen in love with his best friend but would never tell them. The boy who lived next door type.

He was sweet, and funny, and so incorrigibly cute that Y/N was shocked that she had been able to have a decent conversation with him.

So, she did what she did best with cute boys: pretend she wasn't attracted to them.

She shoved his arm even though he was driving, ignored him after with a fake pout, and even refused to say goodbye to him as she got out of the car. He had laughed at all of her antics and kept repeating his goodbyes over and over, getting louder and louder with each one.

After the door was shut, she snuck over to the window where the curtains were drawn and peeked through. He was still there, staring at the door. She watched him until he drove off.

A surreal giggle peeked through her, her smile seeming unable to wipe off. Her body thrummed with energy. For the first time in a while, her chest felt light and airy, as if drugged with hope.

-

The magical energy in the form of Percy Jackson had worn off by the time school started that Monday. She had gotten to school as late as possible that day, her stomach twisting and turning itself. The last thing Y/N wanted to do was see her best friend. Y/N had ignored her the entire weekend, all her calls and texts had gone ignored. Her own actions had almost been surprising to her, she had a knack for forgiving others who didn't deserve her mercy. Y/N supposed she had finally had enough.

Fortunately, she had gotten through the entire first half of the day without seeing her by ignoring her texts and calls, dodging her attempts at meeting Y/N at her own locker, and even purposely coming into Y/N's class with the excuse of office aid.

It was now lunchtime and Y/N was lucky enough to have her first meeting of the Environmental Club scheduled today. Her best friend would never even think of stepping in here, Y/N had too many good friends who would love to give her a good shove.

Even though she was thankful to have somewhere to hide from her friend, Y/N was anxious to enter the classroom. Her nerves felt fuzzy from toes to her hairline, which only made her more nervous. Y/N had a habit of stumbling over her words when she was nervous, and she did not need that today.

The meeting room was just an empty classroom with her biology teacher from freshman year eating a sandwich in the corner of the classroom. Y/N was almost 100% sure he was a biker version of Santa Claus. Sure, he was a lot less generous with his grades, but he looked exactly like the Santas at the mall just with tattoos and a tommy bahama shirt.

The turnout varied. There were the usual, Y/N, Triton the President of the club, this random freshman named Tyson, Grover and his girlfriend. That was about it. Sometimes it was just them. Other times, usually when there was pizza, a lot more people showed up.

Today was one of those days. A group of giggling freshman girls eyed Triton appreciatively, while a girl named Ella and Tyson went over notes in the corner. Grover smiled and waved from the pizza stand and Y/N grimaced but waved back.

Gods, this was going to be at the top of her list of embarrassing moments, right next to having a mental breakdown with Percy's car.

Triton started off the meeting with his usual greetings of putting Y/N in charge. He grinned down at her menacingly once he announced she would be taking over the rest of the meeting. She had never wanted to flip off someone so much that Y/N pressed her hand against her thigh and flipped him off secretly.

Triton moved off the stand and sat on his phone by Tyson and the freshman girls, they giggled and moved closer to him.

She rolled her eyes and smiled at everyone from the platform despite her trembling fingers and her tongue feeling as if it weighed tons.

Y/N tried to focus on the light from the windows lighting up dust like tiny stars and the way the crank from the air conditioning reminded her of boring days in this classroom where there wasn't the threatening future looming over her.

Triton expected her to announce her own failure. She wanted to cry.

Triton was the biggest asshole she had ever met. He had been held back so many times that no one truly knew how old he was, and nobody dared to ask. The one thing he somewhat cared about was this club. He had been President for the past how many years he had been here despite that he did nothing.

As it was her Senior year and Y/N had never worked so hard to keep a club going, she decided to run for President. It turned out that Triton was finally graduating but it never occurred to him that he would have to give up his position. Y/N had never seen him so mad in her life, and he decided to punish her for his graduation.

She took a breath and smiled at everyone. She could do this. "Hey guys. So thank you for coming today. Pizza will be served at the end of the meeting, as per usual." She said and leaned against the podium. Her voice was shaking but Y/N had to pretend she didn't realize for her own sanity. Looking more casual would hopefully calm her down. Maybe looking around the crowd would help. "Umm, today we are revealing next year's President which is really exciting-" As people started to clap, she choked on air, and suddenly she was stuck in a coughing fit struggling to catch a breath. Percy had been sitting in the back. They had made eye contact and then she had forgotten how to breathe.

Hands were on her back, and she was guided outside the classroom then sat down by the lockers. The feet left and she coughed some more but it died down. The tickle in her throat felt like someone was itching her throat with a feather. Y/N had to clear her throat multiple times to try to get it to go away but nothing worked. Her lungs burned as she filled them with air. She felt her hands shaking violently again and she leaned her head against the lockers.

She hadn't even gotten to the announcement part.

A water bottle was handed to her but she didn't move to open it. Pretty, tan hands did it instead, she watched them languidly.

"I think I have a knack for creating your breakdowns," Percy said with a smile. She looked up at him with her hand still against the locker. Her lips felt too heavy to give him a real smile, so she settled for a shuddering breath and closed her eyes. "I don't know about you, but sleeping in the hallways isn't really ideal."

Y/N snorted and her chest fluttered. She sat up then and took the water. Her throat was so parched it burned as the water went down.

"Ya, I'm not one for naps on floors that haven't been cleaned since the school opened either. Just when I start yacking so hard, you have to bring me outside."

Percy laughed and it was so contagious that she caught herself giggling with him.

"How's Garfield?"

"Garfield?" Y/N questioned.

"Ya, you know," Percy said and stuffed his hands into his hoodie. She wondered how often he did that. "Garfield, your car."

"What?" Y/N said laughing as she looked at him. He was already looking at him and Y/N hurriedly turned towards the lockers in front of her again. Yay, now she made things even more awkward. But Y/N couldn't help it, he really liked eye contact and Y/N didn't. End of story. "I've never named my car anything."

"I had a feeling. You don't seem the type, so I named him for you. Garfield in honor of your favorite animal."

Y/N hit him with the water bottle. If any other person had done this, then they probably would have remembered to put the cap on. It was too bad she was a world class idiot. However, to her horror, Y/N had only realized that would happen once it did.

"Shit, I'm so sorry." Y/N scrambled around for anything to dry the water with but all she found was a disgustingly dirty straw wrapper and a dried piece of gum. Y/N didn't know him that well, but she figured he wouldn't want to use that. She settled for using her own shirt instead.

Percy was laughing the entire time, and was pushing away her hands. It was like Percy was made just to embarrass her, as if baby bunnies were going to die everyday if she didn't embarrass herself every time he was around. "Y/N, Y/N," he repeated, grabbing her hands and placing them in his lap, "It's fine." She wouldn't look up at him and continued to look at their hands. He was so close to her that her focus had gone out the window. Her hands were abuzz and Y/N felt another coughing fit coming along.

It was just like her friends had explained. Oh god, it was exactly the same. Her tirade of a crush smashing Y/N with the weight of it.

"Y/N, I don't care honestly," her heart pounded in her throat and Y/N started to laugh nervously. She was screwed. "If anything it will just piss off Octavian which makes this even better." Percy said, mistaking her panic for spilling water on him. Gods, he probably thought she was a freak.

Fortunately, Grover came into the room. She had never been more thankful for him, Y/N had a feeling that if Percy spend anymore time this close to her she was going to either faint or have another coughing fit, maybe even both. "Come on, Percy. Triton just announced that you were President, he wants a little speech."

"Speech?"

Grover shrugged, "That's what he said. Although, I have a feeling that you could tell him that the world was dying and he would be crying tears of happiness."

He patted Y/N's head, and she tried to engrain this feeling into her brain. "You'll be fine right."

She nodded, and his hands left her. It was like a light switch had turned on and suddenly her brain started working again.

Y/N grabbed Percy's wrist before he left, "You're the President."

Percy nodded and Y/N muttered a little, "Oh," under her breath. She didn't know quite how to feel anymore. How had she not noticed before? It must have been why his name sounded so familiar, but she couldn't put a finger on where she had remembered him from.

Percy went to kneel next to her again, but Grover cleared his throat. He looked torn, and looked at Y/N then Grover and back again before leaving with a hand on her shoulder. She didn't shy away but wouldn't look at him either.

Just as they crossed the threshold Y/N heard Grover tell Percy that Y/N was supposed to be President. Her lip quivered, but she pressed them together. She could practically feel Percy's glance at her. She wanted to hit Grover in the back of the head and also wanted to run away. If she wasn't so emotionally drained she probably would have.

-

Y/N met her fate at the end of the third period. Her next class was a free period, fortunately. It gave her just enough time to wait in line for the food line.

"Hey, criminal girl," someone whispered into her ear. She just about jumped four feet.

She turned around to see Percy. Her chest hurt a little, and she wasn't sure it's from the scare or Percy giving her all of his attention. Y/N settled for both.

"Umm, hey," she said and eyed the two boys behind him. The pair looked almost identical, except for their different sized scars on their face, and the one on the left was taller. They were giggling like elementary school children and making suggestive faces at her. "What are you doing here?"

"Hoping to cut in line with you," Percy says, a plea in his voice.

Y/N meant in a general, in a what are you doing here talking to me? kind of way. If Y/N were Percy, she would have stayed as far away from his as possible. But then again, she knew that wasn't true. Percy could have told her he was half god and the son of the god of fish poop and Y/N would have swooned.

"What are you doing here?"

She gave him a look when he started to snicker, then marched past him and threw out her hand with a smile, "Y/N L/N."

Both boys looked shocked that she had started to talk to them and Y/N couldn't lie. She was just as surprised by her actions. Fortunately, they didn't seem to mind and kickstarted into action. The taller one of the left with a faded scar running down the side of his face said, "Luke Castellan. Nice to meet the girl Perseus hasn't stopped talking about for the last few days."

"Your name is Perseus?" Y/N asked a shit eating grin creeping up her face. Percy looked like he just found out Gaea was coming after him. She turned back to the Luke kid who had turned red from trying not to laugh, "I want to personally thank you for that information. It's priceless."

Percy grumbled.

"Hey Y/N," the other one said. She was surprised he knew who she was. Jason was less boisterous than the other two, but still just as mischievous. He had a a type of quiet confidence and grace to him that made her want to hang onto every word she gave him. Y/N also spent a day with him each month, trying to figure out the balance of money she could spend on the club. "So, you're the girl who tried to steal the piece of junk."

"Hey!" Percy exclaimed, "Leave Blackjack out of this!"

"Blackjack?" Y/N questioned.

"My car," Percy said softly to her then scratched his neck.

She laughed quietly, then studied the three boys. "Are you two related?" Y/N asked and pointed to Jason and Luke.

"Nah, I'm dating Jason's sister but Percy and Lightning Skull over here are cousins."

Y/N nodded, processing this information. How had she not seen Percy around? Jason Grace was the Senior Class President, she had to attend monthly meetings to go over the Environmental Club treasury.

A voice cut through their conversation, making Y/N look over Luke's shoulder to see who it was. Piper McClean, the TV anchor and Speech and Debate finalist was walking over with a smile. Her grin was directed at Jason, but just being in the crossfire felt like a gift.

It seemed Jason felt that way too because he suddenly straightened up and turned red in under 2.5 seconds. He walked away with a halfhearted gesture that could have passed as a wave goodbye.

Luke snickered then pointed towards the potential couple with his thumb, "I'm gonna go find Thals while the idiot is love sick."

The line had moved up while Y/N had been distracted, and she flashed a smile at her fellow seniors then ran up to join Percy. He was already forking out some money to pay for whatever food he wanted.

"They seem nice."

"Hmm," Percy said, not looking up from his wallet, "Oh, ya. I've known Jason since Summer and Luke for even longer."

"I thought you and Jason were cousins."

"We are," Percy said and smiled triumphantly when he found a ten dollar bill. She couldn't help but bask in her contentment. Her breaths were coming in deeper and easier. She felt like she had fallen into Sally from Spongebob's little bubble house, there were no threats to take away this short-lived happiness at the moment. "My Dad and my uncle don't get along. Besides, my Dad left when I was young. It wasn't until Jason came over the Summer after meeting at Summer camp and my Mom hugged him for longer than normal that she told us."

Y/N didn't know what to say. She was fortunate enough to have all her family members with her, it wasn't perfect and her parents seemed to really adore fighting. But something is better than nothing. "Shit," she paused, "I know we don't know each other too well, but I'm sorry, Percy."

Percy shrugged with a smile. His hands were buried deep into his hoodie. He looked like the main protagonist in some cheesy coming of age movie, where a cheerleader decides to scoop up the hot but oddball kid in her Shakespeare class. "I mean, you can't really miss something you never had."

Y/N tilted her head from side to side and considered his words, "I never thought of it that way."

"That's why I am known as a secret genius in these halls."

Y/N laughed, "Known? My ass." She was impressed with herself. Y/N hadn't embarrassed herself yet, and she even had introduced herself to one if his friends.

"No one's gonna know the new kid."

Now, that took Y/N by surprise, "You're new? That makes so much more sense." She leaned her head against her hand which was resting on the sill of the window as they finally reached the front of the line.

It was why she had never noticed him before, why Jason and Luke were hanging out together, why Percy knew Jason. It just all seemed to connect under seconds.

"Hey Rachel!" Y/N grinned, perking up from seeing her old friend. Rachel had been on her sports team freshman year. Y/N spent most of her time on the bench, still did, but Rachel had been there along with her so it was okay. She was a good friend and an even funnier person. Rachel had no licensee, which left Y/N's sophomore season screaming the entire way to their away games.

"Hi," she smiled and Y/N wanted to laugh. Rachel's smile was incredibly contagious, something about it being too mischievous to be anything good. "What can I get for you two?"

They ordered and Rachel nor Percy wouldn't let her pay. "It will make your payment easier for breaking into my car. Then you can drive me home and buy me lunch. Maybe even a little beating up the car sesh."

Y/N looked at Rachel wide eyed. Her heart picked up at the thought of spending time with him outside of school. "You never said anything about a repayal." She objected, and tried to swipe food from him.

He pivoted and held everything over his head, out of her reach. She crossed her arms and glared at him. His green eyes twinkled, and she marveled at how shockingly handsome he was. It truly wasn't fair. If she had his beauty, she would have used it to her advantage but then again, he probably does.

"Well, you kind of beat up my car, criminal girl. I was hoping for at least a thank you."

Y/N rolled her eyes. He had this way of backing her into her own corners. He turned his back and continued his purchase, shooting a victorious look over his shoulder as the receipt printed out.

Y/N stood alone by the cashier for a whiplashed moment. Jesus Christ. What the fuck was going on? She felt like she was meeting Percy over again. He acted so differently than when he was in the car.

It was like she'd been sucked into a tornado, tossed around, and then spit out alone in the front of the lunch line.

He threw away the cover at the trashcan and Y/N reluctantly walked up next to him, the condiments were right next to the trash can. He grinned at her and she struggled not to return it. "We're going to spend a lot more time together, so you're going to have to turn that frown upside down."

Y/N snickered and elbowed him. He grinned and leaned against the trash can. She eyed him and wrinkled her nose. So disgusting.

He quickly got off it, as if he hadn't realized what he was going. Percy brushed off the sleeve of his hoodie then smelled it. It only made Y/N laugh harder and shake her head. "What do you mean spend more time together?"

"Well, one you owe me," he said and shot her a look. The smirk on her face made her wary. "And the Environmental Club rulebook states that co-presidents have to spend loads of time together."

He was walking backwards and Y/N couldn't lie she was impressed until he stumbled over a crack in the sidewalk. "Well, it's a good thing I'm not co-President then."

"What if I told you, you were." Percy said, studying her. Her head shot up so fast, her vision blurred. It was as if an airplane from the sky had just dropped a bunch of wooden skewers right on her. They didn't hurt her, she was more shocked than anything. "Grover told me what happened and I just thought it was entirely unfair what Triton did to you. And you're fun to be around so during my speech I said that you were co-president but couldn't come in cause you were still coughing. Everyone seemed to believe it, so."

Y/N was quiet. She had never been so touched in her life. Being everyone's second choice sucked, but Percy had just admitted he thought she was fun. For a lot of people it wouldn't seem like such a big deal but Y/N felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

"I mean, you don't have to do it, if you don't want to. I can always tell everyone it had been a mistake. You're just a cool person and stuff. I would have a better time being president if you were doing it with me."

"I'd love to, Percy."

"Really?" Percy looked up from where he was tracing the sidewalk with his shoe. She had never seen him so happy yet shy. Y/N bit her cheek to keep herself from smiling too big. She felt tingly all over, it was stupid but she liked it. It wasn't electricity like how her friends had said they felt with their boyfriends, Y/N had never been electrocuted so she didn't know how it felt. But somehow she knew that Percy was more than just tiny shocks.

-

They were assigned their first project together a week later. Co-Presidency was a lot more fun than she had thought. Percy had used the excuse of inviting Y/N over to his table for lunch to 'discuss tactics'. Y/N knew that wasn't what he meant but she didn't mention anything.

Her best friend had asked to speak to her when she was studying with Percy. It was more like Percy whining about how senior year was supposed to be easy and how his life was so hard, while Y/N asked him questions from her stack of flashcards.

But the second Percy saw the panic on her face, he had asked her politely if she could talk to Y/N later because he had a test next period and really needed the help.

Y/N had thought he was bad at lying.

Once she left, Percy had put an arm around her and brought Y/N closer to him. He whispered into her ear, "I got you, criminal girl."

She smiled at her lap, and risked a glance at him. He was staring at her as if she was some question on a test he couldn't figure out. He held her intimacy of being understood in his hands.

She leaned into him.

-

At the end of the day, Percy met Y/N by her car. Their cars were amongst the last few left, except for some of the athletic representation and staff. Her shoes squeak against the pavement, but he doesn't even flinch; he just smiles at her.

She knocks his hat down as a makeshift greeting and a way to distract him so she doesn't see her double-checking it is in fact her car. Y/N already made a fool of herself before, she didn't want to do it again.

Unfortunately, he notices because he snickers behind her and jabs her sides. Her heart leaps into her throat then drops down to her feet, like some rollercoaster ride. She has to lean against the car to calm her racing breath. He laughs even harder at that and grabs her keys from her purse before getting in the passenger seat.

Once Y/N feels confident enough that she won't have a stroke around him, she gets in the car. Percy already has plugged his phone into apple car play and is playing some dumb song from his playlist. She faintly recognizes it as some song from the Little Mermaid.

"I don't think I needed the keys to get in here, did I?"

Y/N laughs and starts it, fortunately Garfield doesn't stall, "Probably not." She is about to pull out when she remembers that Percy is still in her car. "Now, get out. I have to go home."

"To do what?"

Y/N huffs and feels embarrassment climbing up her spine like the slimy snake in Adam and Eve, encouraging her to make up some lie so she can look cooler. But unlike them she doesn't fall into that pit, "I dunno."

"Okay, so no plans for the rest of the night then."

Y/N gives him a look that lets him know he isn't even a quarter as casual as he thinks he is. Percy takes it in stride, since Y/N answers his question despite his glaring obviousness. "I mean the only thing I planned on was going home and finishing my book, unless someone has a better idea."

She hopes Percy supposes he's supposed to be that someone, but sadly, he hasn't thought this far ahead into the conversation. He fumbles, stammering out little nonsensical half-sentences, but Y/N is blissfully unbothered. "Don't we have to work on the project?" His head is leaning against the headrest and Y/N wonders how someone stuttering can look so casual, and composed, and pretty.

He lights up then, and Y/N smiles unconsciously. Her heart beats a bit faster when his eyes met her own. She doesn't look away, and she feels this pull. The rest of the world turns into white noise, non-existent and unimportant. Y/N wants to reach out and touch him, just feel his skin against her own. It's addicting and exhilarating. "Ya," his voice comes out deeper than normal, and he has to clear his throat before speaking again, but even then it comes out softer than normal. He's doing this thing with his eyes, it makes her stomach flutter. And even though she shouldn't, she wanted to kiss him. "That's a good idea."

They stared at each other unapologetically as they sat there. Her eyes traveled from his aqua green eyes that resembled the ocean so much that she felt a serene feeling wash over her, as if she had just taken a whiff of salt water. Then, she realized that it was just Percy. Something about knowing how he smelled made her heart pound. She wondered how he kissed, whether he liked to go fast or slow. She knew that with him it wouldn't matter to her. Her eyes moved down to his throat and watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. She saw the tilt of his lips and a flash of a dimple, the dip of his collarbone, the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing.

By the time she looked back up, neither of them moved, even though Percy had just admitted that he wanted to leave.

And then suddenly he was moving. He put his phone in the cup holder, and his fingers brushed against hers in a split second of what felt like life. Then he slid across the seat and slipped her cheeks into his warm hands, his fingers raked through the back of her hair, and Percy kissed Y/N.

He barely touched her. Just a light brushing of lips against hers, the slightest feel of his breath on her face.

It shot through her in milliseconds. Even though it was just a press of lips, her breathing was ragged.

His hands were still stuck in her hair, and he was still so close to her. It made her a little breathless.

They stayed there, just taking each other in, neither moving or breaking eye contact. He looked at her like it was work not to look at Y/N. It's silent until it's not.

"You know those people you just sort of... vibe with?" Percy whispered, his eyes closing as he leans his forehead against hers. Her breath shudders.

She was glad he asked the question before invading her personal space again, her focus always went out the window. "Vibe with?" She giggles a little at the choice of word.

But Percy doesn't, he looks at her with a kind of seriousness that silences her immediately. Then, she thinks about his question, really thinks about it. Y/N was familiar with it. There are some people that when you meet you just click with, their vibes just vibe with yours. Those are the people you want to keep in forever because at the end of the day, they are who you want to be and Percy is more herself than she is.

But instead of staying that she just nods, and their noses brush. His lips quirk up. "Well, you are that person for me, I think."

Y/N smiles, and plants one of him. When she peels herself away from him, he chases her lips and she lets him. Choosing instead to murmur against his, "You're that person for me too."

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Always Loved You: Taemin x Reader

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This is my version of @chim-chimchii‘s drabble. Read the original here! Thanks so much for writing the original and for letting me write my own version!

As the sun set, you strained your eyes to focus on studying. You had been studying since sunrise, and you probably wouldn't have stopped were it not for the sudden loud growl from your stomach. With a sigh, you closed your textbook and rose to your feet stiffly. You shuffled towards the door but paused when something hit your window. It was a faint pop, so whatever bounced off the glass had to be small.

You waited, hand resting on the doorknob, to make sure that you weren't imagining things. But when something clanked against the window again, this time with undeniable force, you cautiously approached it and peered out.

Standing in your driveway, that unmistakable smirk playing on his lips, was your old friend Taemin. A familiar warmth spread through your chest-- those feelings you tried to forget were resurfacing at the mere sight of him.

You stared at him in disbelief as you worked the window open. "Taemin?" He chuckled, probably because of your bewildered expression. "Come down here!"

You faltered. Taemin practically disappeared since the summer before school started, when he officially started dating Seoyoon. It seemed as if dating her made Taemin forget your years of friendship. And you'd never admitted it-- not even when all of Taemin's friends complained about how much he changed-- but it hurt when he went off with Seoyoon without so much as a word. How could he just forget you?

"Please?" Taemin's pleas brought you back to the present.

You had known Taemin long enough to recognize that he needed to talk, to get something off his chest. And even though he had changed, you were still the same person who promised to be his friend forever. So you jogged down the stairs to meet him.

Taemin was leaning against the passenger side of his car while he waited for you. You couldn't resist the urge to roll your eyes at how "tough" he looked with his back flat against the door and leather-clad arms folded tightly over his chest.

"Why did you do that?" He asked at your eyeroll.

"Are you trying to seem tough?" You smiled playfully. "Because you and I both know you're as soft as a steamed bun." Suprised, Taemin blinked at you. He took a couple of seconds to recover from the initial shock of your call-out. Maybe he wasn't the only one who had changed.

"Let's go for a drive." Taemin broke through his bad boy facade by opening the passenger door for you like a gentleman.

. . .

Stars were lighting the night sky by the time you found yourself sitting next to Taemin on the hood of his car, overlooking the ocean. You were happy to be with your friend again, but you couldn't help but think about his girlfriend.

What would happen if she found out about this innocent outing? And how innocent was it when you kept stealing glances at Taemin, wondering how a person could be so beautiful? When Taemin's hand brushed against yours again, too many times to be a coincidence? When you hoped with every passing moment that this-- whatever this was-- made Taemin's heart race, too?

You knew asking about her would ruin the atmosphere, but you needed to know so you could try to do the right thing-- walking away-- if you must.

"So, where's Seoyoon?" Taemin stiffened slightly. His hand, mere centimeters from yours, formed a fist, but he relaxed seconds later. "We broke up a while ago. I'm surprised you didn't know. Everyone else does."

"I don't really pay attention to campus gossip, and it wasn't my business," you explained softly. Then, tearing your eyes away from his frowning face, you mumbled, "I'm sorry."

"Ah, don't be sorry." Taemin dismissed your concern with the wave of his hand. "It's not like anyone approved of the relationship anyways." He leaned back and laid against the windshield, fixing his stare on the stars above.

"It's her we didn't approve of," you clarified in an earnest attempt to comfort him.

"Why?" Taemin snapped. Perhaps to calm himself, he carded his fingers through his hair. More gently, although his lips were still pressed into a thin line, Taemin begged, "Why didn't anyone like her? Wasn't it enough that I liked her? Did my happiness even matter?"

You mentally scolded yourself for what you said. You tried to be delicate as you said, "Your happiness always mattered to me. I was just surprised by how much you changed when you started dating her."

Taemin sat upright, looking you in the eyes as if to challenge you, but his voice was a whisper. "And how did I change?"

"You clothes, the people you hung out with. I mean, you started fighting with Jongin. You stopped talking to me."

As you whispered the last part, Taemin's eyes widened. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let Seoyoon have that much power over me. I never meant to stray away from who I really am, and I really shouldn't have distanced myself from you."

The way he emphasized "you" made your pulse quicken. Obviously-- embarrassingly obviously-- you were still in love with him.

"It's okay." You rubbed Taemin's arm soothingly. "We all have those moments where we lose sight of ourselves."

Smiling at your touch, Taemin said, "If it means anything, I think I'm back to my old self. I just have a new wardrobe."

You eyed his outfit. If this started as an attempt to impress Seoyoon, you couldn't criticize her taste. His well-worn leather jacket and loose black shirt hung from his body, and his skinny jeans had holes at the knees.

You were going to comment on his clothes, but your eyes locked with his, and he smirked at you. "Are you checking me out?"

To hide your blush, you turned away from him. "I like your old style better."

Taemin laughed; you'd never been able to resist joining his laughter. "I really missed hanging out with you," you confessed between giggles.

Taemin's laughter died when he gazed at you. "I've missed you too."

Reluctantly, afraid once again to ruin the mood, you asked, "Then why did we avoid each other for so long?"

Taemin squirmed uncomfortably. "Seoyoon didn't like me hanging out with you. I guess she saw you as a threat."

"Me?" Your jaw dropped. As much as you despised her, you always thought Seoyoon was beautiful; it was shocking that she considered anyone competition.

Taemin frowned at your reaction. "Come on, Y/N, don't you realize that you're beautiful, smart, and funny? I've only been in love with you for years because of that."

Although Taemin had never confessed those feelings before, you weren't surprised to hear them. At last, you took his hand in yours and leaned against his shoulder. "You know I've always loved you too, right?"

He glanced at you, smiling. "Really?"

"I thought I made it obvious." You nodded as you laughed at your own expense.

"I guess I was too blinded by someone else to see that you're the one I actually wanted," Taemin breathed as he inched closer to you.

You mirrored Taemin's actions, your entire being tingling as he raised his hand to cup your face. "Don't think you need to change yourself to be with me."

"With you, I don't have to."

Taemin closed the gap to gently brush his lips against yours.

[otome--fantasy]

Of Demons and Dragons

Ikemen Sengoku Imagine: Being able to turn into a dragon.

Ch.6

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of dark themes, mentions of alcohol consumption

You hadn't ment to fall asleep while you groomed your scales, you weren't even aware you had dozed off till an absolutely blood curdling scream and the sound of something wooden clattering to the floor woke you up. With a suprised grunt, your eyes shot open and you attempted to stand, causing you to bump your head and the points of your antlers hard against the cieling. You wriggled and writhed in a panic, desperately trying to move around as you had forgotten where you were.

"Princess?!?!"

Your head snapped to the open door to see a terrified Kinu, shaking with her hands covering her mouth, and the tray of food she had been carrying splayed out on the flooring. Your own eyes widened in suprise, but you quickly snapped out of it when she moved to run away. Without thinking, you lunged for her, catching her with your teeth by the back of her obi and pulling her into the med bay before using your nose to shut the door - all while she screeched in fear for her life.

"Kinu!" You called her name to try and get her attention, but she couldn't hear you over all her screaming. With a huff, you carried her to the center of the room. She was struggling and beginning to sob and hyperventilate as she tried to free herself from your grasp.

"Kinu!" She gasped and paused in her frightened fit at the sound of your voice.

"P-princess?!" She looked around the room, unsure of where your voice had originated from.

"I'm right here, Kinu."

She visibly froze and looked behind her to see you, "Oh goodness...!" The poor girl looked like she was on the verge of tears, "The beast ate you princess?!"

You sighed through your nose and rolled your eyes before gently putting her down on the floor and released her, "No Kinu," you corrected, "It is me."

She swallowed a thick lump in her throat, "Huh...?" And looked up up at you with her jaw dropped and eyes wide, "P-princess?"

"Yes, Kinu," you tilted your head slightly to the side, right ear twitching as you gazed at your maid. You briefly wondered how many times you would have to reiterate this.

"Wha-wha-what happened to you?" Her voice was shaky as she trembled, causing her to stutter.

"Nothing," you blinked, "I am the same as I've always been."

"But-but you're a...uh-"

"Dragon," you finished for her.

"Yes," her breathing was still erratic, but she was beginning to calm down. She collapsed into a sitting position on the floor as she watched you shift back to normal. She scrambled on all fours to hand you your robe once you had finished and she realized you were naked, "I came to collect you for your bath, Milady..."

She seemed afraid of you, but you couldn't really blame her. "Thank you," you gave her a small smile, taking the robe and sliding it on before securing it. Kinu simply nodded and staggered back to her feet, before silently motioning for you to follow. You trailed after her to the bath house where everything was laid out - towels on the racks, bath nice and hot, and some scrubbing rags by the tub.

"Well, miss," Kinu kept it formal, too on edge to be as open as she had previously been with you, "I'll leave you to it."

"Actually, Kinu," You called to her before she could exit the room, "I could use your assistance."

She turned back to see you sliding off your robe and climbing the steps to enter the bath. She gulped and silently made her way back to you while you settled into the tub. A small sob bubbled from within her throat. What were you going to do with her? Did she know too much? Were you going to drown her in the tub for finding out your secret? You could simply say that she slipped and fell into the tub while she was preparing it and no one would question a thing. Tears welled up in her eyes and slowly trickled down her face, "Miss?"

"You have a body scrub I can use, yes? And a brush?"

She nodded, walking over to the shelf on the back wall and pulled down a wooden box before placing it on one of the steps and opening it. She pulled out a brush, a bowl, and a few jars - opening them before pouring a bit of the contents into the mixing bowl. First she poured some pure white sand into the bowl, followed by ground salt. You watched her with curious eyes as she added a few herbs, oils, and other plants, "I thought salt was valuable?"

Maybe you had your history wrong, but you thought salt used to be very rare back in the old days. It was even sometimes treated as a commodity by some countries. "In places without easy access to the sea, yes. Besides, this is a special stash we keep for important guests."

Made sense.

After she mixed the ingredients thoroughly, you saw her peal what looked like an aloe vera leaf and add it to create a lotion-like substance. She then picked up the bowl and walked around the bath to the side you were leaning against and set it down on the top step, before taking a seat herself. She was obviously nervous, and was using the home made bath scrub as a fidgeting tool - constantly stirring it even after it had been consistently mixed.

"You have questions," you broke the silence and heard a sharp intake of air from her.

"T-the others, Milady," it took her a moment to gather her thoughts, and fight back the sobs that racked her body enough to form a coherent question, "d-do they know?"

"No, they are unaware," you sighed, making the silent decision not to tell her about Mitsuhide. She was shaken up enough as it was, you don't need to give the girl even an inkling that you may have threatened him.

"O-oh," she sighed. So you were in hiding? "W-what exactly are you, Milday?" There was still a bit of shakiness to her voice.

"A dragon."

"Are there more of you?" She gently began to brush your hair in an effort to give her hands something to do other than shake. She was careful when removing all the knots that had accumulated over the semi-long period of neglect. You took this moment to ponder where your ancestors would be in this current time period.

"Yes," she paused along with you before the both of you continued, "I think at around this time my kind was- are divided. Some of us live among the people, but most of us live in more remote places away from civilization."

Kinu stopped her motions once again, but this time she leaned over the edge of the tub so she could look at you, "Why?"

"I suspect because of the hunters."

Her brows furrowed in concern, people hunted dragons? Were there some hunting you? Well that explained why you hid yourself, and though it wasn't the full reason - had she voiced it she wouldn't be entirely wrong, "Hunters?"

"Yes there were-" you corrected yourself, "are many of them these days. Most of us think living with humans isn't worth the possibility of being killed, so we live secluded in very hidden locations."

"Oh," she seemed to sadden at this, before placing the washcloth into the bowl, and began to wash your shoulders, working her way to your neck before scrubbing back out towards your arms. She thought about your explanation, as well as the way you had been treating everyone since your arrival. She thought your confidence among the warlords was something to be admired - especially in the eyes of she and the more timid maids, and you had been fairly kind to her and the other servants thus far, "Well I think that truly is a great loss to the world that you should all stay hidden."

You chuckled at her naive view, but you couldn't blaim her, ignorance was bliss in this case but also dangerous. You were the only one of your kind she'd probably ever met (knowingly), "Most of us avoid people like the plague."

She tilted her head, not understanding the phrase, though whether is was due to lack of schooling or because Japan had yet to hear of the plague was beyond you, "But those of us who do live among you all," you sneared as you recalled the history of your people, "Nasty."

Oh yes, there was no end to the list of abhorrent things your kind did to the humans back in the old days. Sure there were some who just wanted to live peaceful lives along side strangers who looked like them, but others... human trafficking and cannibalism (can it be called that?) to name a few.

"What do you mean, miss?" Surely it couldn't be any worse than some of the things people already did to each other, and on some levels she was right, but still, "You don't want to know."

Kinu took that as her cue to shut her mouth before she continued scrubbing, but she stopped when you turned around to face her, "Would you head back to my room and prepare everything for me?" You looked at her with soft eyes and a kind smile. This was probably a lot for her to take in, and you wanted to give her a moment to sort herself out.

"Well sure, Milady. Was there a particular kimono you had in mind," she smiled feeling a bit more at ease now that the two of you had time to talk.

"No, I trust your judgment," besides, she probably knew better than you what would be more appropriate for an occasion such as this. Her smile widened, and she nodded before heading off to go prepare everything for you, and once you heard the door shut you let out a sigh. Today had not been the best, but hopefully from here on out things would get better.

You finished up your bath - scrubbing off all the unseen dirt and grime that must have accumulated from your many days without self care, before drying off, grabbing a new robe, and sliding it on to head back to your room. You must have been in there for at least an hour and a half, because when you returned there were two mugs of water on your dresser along with another full of elixer.

Kinu looked up from smoothing out the kimono that had been laid out for you and followed your gaze, "Ah yes, Lord Ieyasu said he wanted you to drink at least one glass of water and your next dose of elixer before you went to the feast."

You gave Kinu a tight smile accompanied by a small humourless laugh, "Yes, of course," that was the first thing you did after closing the door behind you - hoping that the preparations for tonight would take long enough that both drinks wouldn't spoil your dinner too much. At first you weren't going to drink the second glass of water, but the medicine seemed to be getting worse everytime you drank it, so the extra glass was useful for getting rid of the disgusting aftertaste.

You now stood in front of a mirror that had been brought to your room to dress you and eyed the choice of design on your kimono rather curiously. There was an embroidery of a large dragon that stretched from below your waist line to the bottom of the kimono, the main color matched that of your scales, the stitched dragon matched your secondary colors, and the floral designs that served as a background for the dragon added a variety of color. Your hair was in a nice bun with loose curls and decorative accessories of flowers here and there. You almost didn't recognize your reflection staring right back at you, and you remained silent till the other maids left.

"You look beautiful, Princess," Kinu smiled, the imagery of the designs of your Kimono ironically flying over her head - even just after your conversation, though you wondered if she had done this intentionally.

"Kinu, did you pick this for me?" You turned and gave her a gentle smile, wanting her to know that, if she had, she wasn't in trouble, but if she hadn't-

"No, Mitsuhide arrived while I was looking for a suitable kimono, and said that you had requested to wear this specific one." She smiled at you through the mirror, oh so happy and blissfully unaware of what had transpired between you and the kitsune, "I assumed you thought of something you really wanted to wear and had changed your mind."

Fuck you, Mitsuhide.

"Oh yes," you laughed humorlessly, "How could I have forgotten," the smile didn't fade from your expression, though it didn't quite reach your eyes.

"Is something wrong, Princess?" Kinu, having been a servant for many years, recognized even the most subtle change in mood.

"No," you reassured her by turning to place a hand on her shoulder, "It's beautiful."

She placed a hand atop yours and returned your smile, "No, Milady, you're beautiful."

After a moment your turned back to look in the mirror and sighed. Kinu made a last minute check of your attire before she was sure you looked perfect. She smoothed out any wrinkles or creases that had gone unnoticed, and straightened out your obi. The outfit wasn't ceremony fancy, or 'trophy princess' flashy, but it was very obvious a lot of time and effort had gone into it and you appreciated every detail.

Once Kinu was sure everything was in its place, she escorted you to the mess hall where you undoubtedly turned heads. You caught the attention of the warlords who had been conversing with each other, and a few of the vassals gawked at you. You were not quite sure where your place was in all this, till Nobunaga waved you over to an empty seat between he and Masamune.

"I'll leave you to it, Milady," Kinu smiled before she turned to leave, but you stopped her by grabbing her arm, "You aren't going to eat with us?"

She shook her head, "The servants normally eat separately from the vassals and in private."

Your brows furrowed and you glanced at Nobunaga before looking back towards her. You had words, but she placed her hand on the one you had used to grab her and held it, "It's okay, Milday. It's this way so there are people to serve and bring the food out to the others," she giggled, "And there are no servants for servants, so we all just eat in the kitchen or in our rooms."

You grit your teeth for a split second, she had a point, "If you say so," before nodding to Kinu and turning to make your way to Nobunaga. You walked to the right of the mess hall and around all the tables. There were six of them in total, five were arranged columnar so one end was towards the mess hall entrance and the other towards the back of the room, with equal spacing between them; the sixth one was set up horizontally centered towards the back, each end pointing towards the left and right sides of the room respectfully.

The table at the back is where all the warlords were seated, with the exception of Mitsunari who sat between Hideyoshi (to his left) and Ieyasu (to his right at the farthest end). As you approached the table, you caught eyes with Mitsuhide who sat at the end on the side you approached from, and glared at him. He sent you an amused smile in return that made you bite back the urge to swipe at him the way you did three months ago.

"Why Princess," the kitsune's grin widened slightly.

Don't react.

"You look absolutely ravishing in that kimono."

You sent him a quiet hiss when you walked past, before taking your seat between the Demon Commander himself and the One Eyed Dragon, "Mitsuhide is right, lass. That kimono suits you very well."

You shot Masamune a sweet smile and shrugged your shoulders slightly, "Thank you, Masamune. I had no idea it was in my closet." You didn't even bother acknowledging Mitsuhide as you had made the silent decision to ignore him for the night.

"Yes," Nobunaga cut in to your conversation, getting your attention when he moved a stray curl behind your ear, "Your outfit choice for the night is very fitting." He brushed his fingers along the decorative faux flowers in your hair, an action that was oddly soothing, "Delicate like a flower," he moved one of the tassels from your obi's ties out of your lap, better exposing the dragon embroidery underneath it, "But fierce like a dragon."

His words, his actions, his smug ass smile was all very breathtaking and sent a nice tingle up your spine. "Thank you," you unintentionally purred, "Though to be honest, I really can't take any credit. The maids picked out everything, and did all the work." You picked up your tea mug, "All I did was stand there and look pretty."

"You're having tea?" Masamune shot you a look before picking up a spare saucer of saké, "Tonight is a night for celebration."

"I don't think my doctor would condone that," you looked to the blue-clad warlord and chuckled.

"He wouldn't," Ieyasu spoke up from the other end of the table and shot the two of you a glare.

"Sorry," you laughed bringing the tea to your lips, "Warden says no," before taking a sip and placing the mug down. Masamune clicked his tongue and shook his head, placing the saucer down before picking up his own cup of tea. You raised a brow at him, and he shrugged, "Solidarity."

"Masamune can't drink," Hideyoshi clarified. Ah, he can't handle liquor. The revelation made you giggle, and Masamune sent a glare towards Hideyoshi.

"You should try some of the Sashimi and Dumplings, Milady!" Mitsunari leaned over the table to look past Hideyoshi and Nobunaga, and towsrds you.

"No she shouldn't," Ieyasu interjected, "She is still recovering. No raw foods," he said with finality.

"Damn Salmonella," you grumbled. To be honest it was fine by you, you were hungry but due to Ieyasu's warning you didn't want to eat anything heavy, and meat in general was as heavy as food could get. "What?" Masamune looked at you with a confused face, and you sighed - remembering that a lot of food born illnesses didn't have names yet.

Oh that probably means that any time someone got sick from food poisoning, they blamed it on someone trying to kill them.

"Nothing," you couldn't hold back the chuckle that bubbled from your own personal thoughts.

Nobunaga reached for something that was infront of him, but closer to the other edge of the table and silently winced in pain. The quiet sound caught your attention and you watched him for a moment, not sure if you heard him right. He tried again, only for the same sound to escape him. Were you missing something? When did he get injured? You took the tray of sushi he had been reaching for and placed it next to his, earning a quiet thanks from him.

You briefly glanced around the room, to make sure your eyes weren't deceiving you, and surprisingly the subtle spectacle had not gotten the attention of any vassals around the room. Nobunaga seemed to be favoring his right arm and you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Are you okay?" You tried to keep the conversation quiet, but it was difficult with so many different conversations going on around the room.

"What?" He turned to look at you to better understand your question.

"I said, are you okay?" You spoke up a bit, hoping no one outside the warlords table had heard you.

"It's nothing," he stated simply, before brushing off your concerns for the rest of the feast. You watched him like a hawk while the others enjoyed eating and drinking, though you suspected the other warlords were doing it in moderation and you wondered why for a moment. The vassals however didn't hold back, they got loud halfway through the celebration, but their drunken banter put a smile on your face.

The group seemed really tightknit, more like a very large band of brothers than a garrison of soldiers under the command of different leaders. The night wound down when there was almost no food left on the tables for the vassals, and they left in groups of three or more to either head off to bed or find somewhere else to indulge themselves. Within an hour of the food depleting to nothing, the hall was empty save for Ieyasu, Mitsunari, Hideyoshi, Nobunaga, yourself, Masamune, and Mitsuhide.

Should you leave? You wanted to, but you felt awkward being the only one at the table to leave, before Mitsunari spoke up, "We should head to the council room before it gets too terribly late."

That caught your attention, and you perked up a bit, "You all are going to have a council meeting right now?"

"Not just us, you too."

Shut up Mitsuhide.

"But why?" You huffed, "I'm no one important."

"Nonsense," Mitsunari looked over towards you with a gentle smile, "You're the Oda Princess."

"Not a real one though," Ieyasu snarked.

"One of the topics we are going to cover tonight involves you," Nobunaga finally answered your question. Your brows furrowed, "Me?" You repeated, "How?"

Nobunaga chuckled before moving to stand, "Come to find out."

Ugh.

The other warlords followed his lead, and with a begrudging sigh, you trailed after them. You contemplated ditching them and just returning to your room for the night - being around so many lively people drained your energy. However, before you could linger too much on the idea, you entered a hall that looked familiar. Dang, here already.

When you entered, the warlords took their places at their assigned seats, while you followed Nobunaga up the dais, only to pick up your pillow and walk over to the spot next to Ieyasu, before plopping it and yourself down.

Nobunaga leaned back slightly and let out a sigh. You glanced around the room, before turning to look at the raven haired man, and leaned in his direction, "Are you really okay? You seemed stiff the entire feast."

"No," at least he was finally being honest, and you weren't going to have to jump through too many hoops to get an answer like you would most men. Your brows furrowed at this, "What's wrong?"

Before you could get an answer out of him, Hideyoshi cleared his throat and Nobunaga waved off your question. "I'll begin," Hideyoshi watched you till he was sure you wouldn't interrupt and then continued, "I have a report on the villains who attacked Lord Nobunaga at Honno-ji."

You perked up a bit, it had been a while since you heard of the incident. "Mitsunari," the brunette turned to his vassal, "The night of the attack, you sent several men to follow their tracks."

"Yes," he nodded in confirmation, "I had hoped to search for their whereabouts. However," Mitsunari paused for a moment to clear his throat, "Last night several bodies were delivered to the castle."

Your eyes widened, having a feeling you knew what he was going to say next.

"It was the men I had sent out."

You glanced around the room to gauge the others reactions. Most if not all of them remained calm and expressionless, though you couldn't say you were suprised. This type of thing was probably normal to them. People didn't exactly have a long life expectancy in this time period. You looked at Nobunaga through the corner of your eye as he held a disturbingly pleased smile in his face.

Asshole.

"They must have gotten close," he chuckled, "Apparently their leader doesn't want me learning his identity."

"We may be out of leads," Hideyoshi sounded resolute, and you could hear the anger growing in his voice, "but we won't give up the search. Those assassins won't be allowed to roam free."

"Hideyoshi, I want you and Mitsunari to come to my room afterwards to discuss this more." You looked at the Oda leader with a raised brow, though your eyes narrowed in suspicion - he was up to something.

"Yes, my lord," they both replied in sync.

"If I may, I have a report as well," Mitsuhide began to speak with a smile on his face, "The scouts we sent out to reconnotier the eastern front came back to us with rather curious rumors."

You raised a brow, partially because you had never heard that word used before in the place of recon or reconnaissance, and partly because you were actually interested in what the snake had to say. "It means to gather information, Princess," you shot a glare in Ieyasu's direction - half tempted to make his tea erupt again, but sadly he didn't have one.

"I know what it means," you snapped back at him, "You should be paying attention to the report and not whether or not I have a grasp on military jargon."

"They say the Dragon of Echigo is alive," Mitsuhide continued on as if he hadn't been interrupted, "And he is sheltering the Tiger of Kai back to life from his supposed death due to illness."

"Interesting," Nobunaga raised a hand to rub his chin in thought.

Dragon of Echigo? Your brows furrowed at the irony. How cute- a soft sigh interrupted your thoughts, and you looked at Ieyasu with an annoyed expression.

"The Dragon of Echigo is Kenshin Uesagi, Lord of Kasugayama Castle in Echigo. The Tiger of Kai is Shingen Takeda. They're brave generals who vied with Nobunaga for power. Both of them supposedly died some time back."

"Thanks, Wikipedia-" you snarked, but Ieyasu wouldn't stop till he had delivered an insult, "And incase you're wondering, your cluelessness was written all over your face. Try being quiet will you?"

"You should really get checked out, Ieyasu, it isn't healthy to be hearing voices that aren't there." And while your at it get your eyes checked too.

"Mitsuhide," your and Ieyasu's quiet squabble did nothing to interrupt Nobunaga and Mitsuhide's conversation, "Can you verify this?"

"Not yet. So far it's just been nothing but rumors. But I will bring you proof." You saw nothing wrong with this idea. If he went chasing rumors, he wouldn't be in Azuchi to pester you. Please go away, Mitsuhide.

"Hold on, Mitsuhide."

Ugh.

"Yes?" Mitsuhide turned his attention to Hideyoshi.

"Why are you leaving our lord's side to go chasing rumors?"

You had almost forgotten that Hideyoshi suspected Mitsuhide... Almost.

"It's simple. If they turn out to be true we need to know as soon as possible to plan our next move." Hideyoshi got quiet after Mitsuhide's reply, but that didn't mean that the brunette was backing down. Your gaze shifted between the two as the silently glared at eachother from across the room.

"Can you promise you're not planning anything?"

The whole argument made you want to groan outloud, but you refrained from doing so. You knew for a fact, the last thing Mitsuhide wanted to do was betray Lord Nobunaga - he just liked to play Devil's advocate.

"Anything?" A sly smile crept onto Mitsuhide's face, "Could you be more specific, Hideyoshi? I'm a little slow on the uptake, you see."

You wanted to slap that smile off his face and tell him to quit his shit, but you also wondered why he was trying so hard to look like he was up to something. You kept your gaze on the kitsune, examining him for answers.

"You know what I'm talking about. I need to know you are not planning to betray our Lord to his enemies."

"Would you trust me if I told you I wasn't?" Mitsuhide chuckled, "What's to prevent me from lying or changing my mind, Hideyoshi?"

"Mitsuhide," Hideyoshi spoke through gritted teeth, "why does a man of your talents insist on such-"

"Enough, both of you," at the proverbial snap of his fingers, Nobunaga's command caused the both of them to cease their arguing. Once the room was silent, Nobunaga spoke once again, "Mitsuhide, I give you permission to scout Echigo. Ascertain whether the tiger and dragon are alive or dead, and what's going on a Kasugayama Castle."

"I understand, my lord," Mitsuhide bowed slightly with a nod of his head. You glanced at Nobunaga for a split second before gazing over at Hideyoshi. He seemed like he had a lot more say on the matter, but kept his opinions to himself after that.

You remembered the first day you met everyone. Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide had an argument almost exactly like this that time as well. Hideyoshi wanted to hear Mitsuhide say that he wasn't plotting behind their backs, but like today, Mitsuhide was insistent on antagonizing him. You once again wondered why Mitsuhide didn't just tell the truth, he was loyal to Nobunaga. Fiercely so- so loyal infact he had come after you knowing full well you had inhuman capabilities. There had to be some sort of angle to this.

"My plan was to begin an invasion of the western territories," with that out of the way, Nobunaga continued the council with a smile, "but I may have found bigger prey. Any activity from Echigo can't be overlooked. Make swift preparations for war. Masamune, Ieyasu. Gather the troops."

Both the one eyed warrior and the blond looked to their leader and nodded, "Yes, my lord."

"The rumors better be true," Masamune held a playful smile on his face, "I've been waiting for some action."

"Princess," Nobunaga's voice brought your attention to him, "It's your turn."

"Hm?" You raised a questioning brow to him, and wontered if you should make a smart ass comment but before you could, he answered your silent question. "I have orders for you."

"No," your turned up your nose at him, an action that only made his smirk widen, "I haven't given them yet."

"Don't care," you turned your head away from him, emphasizing the fact that you weren't having any of it.

"I enjoy your spirit but listen to what I have to say first." You still didn't turn to look at him, and after a moment he continued, "I hadn't mentioned this before, but I suffered an injury in the previous battle."

That got your attention. You turned to look at him and narrowed your eyes skeptically.

"When you put down that revolt?" Ieyasu's voice cut through your silence, and brought your gaze to him before you looked back at Nobunaga. Why was he barely making all this known now? It's been three months, you felt like this is something that should have been delt with long before?

Unless-

"Yes. A glancing blow from one of the arrows, but it has yet to heal."

You couldn't even say if it was true or not, you had been absent for a majority of the battle due to having to deal with a small skirmish of your own. "However," the raven haired warlord continued, "I must be in perfect condition for the next battle. And so I will be going on retreat to the springs."

Your glare only hardened as you watched him, silently searching for more answers, because you knew there was something he wasn't telling you.

"My dearest Lucky Charm will be coming with me."

"What?" Just like that you snapped out of your thoughts, "Why?"

"Isn't that nice," Mitsuhide chuckled from the other side of the room, "Congratulations on being chosen for such an important mission."

"I'm counting on you to not fall for our Lord too quickly, lass," Masamune jested at you in a friendly manner, a smug smirk etched on to his features.

"No one has answered my question yet???" You looked at the others confused.

"Princess," Hideyoshi tried to reassure you, you think, "remember to serve Lord Nobunaga as I would," or give you tips, you guess.

"But why???" You raised a brow at the brunettes comment. Bad choice of words, Hideyoshi, but then again he doesn't know the two of you nearly screwed.

"You sustained serious injuries as well, did you not?" Nobunaga was talking to you as if the answer should be obvious.

"Well yes but-" he didn't let you finish, "Then the hot springs will benefit you as well." He nodded, as if the action could physically bring a close to the conversation.

"Is it just going to be you and me?" You sighed, knowing there was nothing you could do to change his mind, so you may as well get as many details as you can.

"Yes, if word of this injury got out, there could be another revolt. For secrecy, I will take no guards and go with you alone."

Oh even you knew that was bull. Nobunaga was many things, but stupid was not one of them. He had to know going alone would be dangerous. Sure, he had you, but none were aware of what you were - save for Mitsuhide.

Unless of course-

"We leave in the morning. See that you're prepared, Princess."

He's trying to make himself look like an easy target. But what would he have to gain from this?

You gaped at him slightly when it occured to you.

He suspects a mole amongst his ranks and he's trying to draw them out by making himself look like an easy target.

Nobunaga was giving you a teasing smile.

If nothing happens, then he knows his inner circle is safe and the traitor is lower in the chain of command.

You looked around the room, examining the men you had though you'd come to know. They had all seemed fairly loyal in your eyes. It was obvious from the way Ieyasu used to birate you about your interactions with Nobunaga that he respects him very much. Hideyoshi practically worshiped the ground Nobunaga walked on. Mitsunari's loyalty to the Lord in question was second only to Hideyoshi, so it was a given that by association it wasn't him either. Masamune was always so eager to fight for Nobunaga and for some reason their relationship struck you as brotherly, and Mitsuhide had proven to you earlier that day how loyal he truly was to his lord.

Who could he possibly think it is?

"Close your mouth or you'll catch flies," Ieyasu snipped. You snapped you mouth shut and shot him a glare.

"You should probably start packing," Hideyoshi called your attention away from the blond and your face scrunched up slightly in distaste, "I guess, since you're leaving me with no other choice."

Nobunaga nodded at your words, as you stood up to head to your room. Like hell you were packing, more like staying up and thinking of a way to get the heck out of here.

"Kinu will be bringing you your last dose of medicine for the day," Ieyasu called after you., and you loudly groaned before closing the doors to the council room behind you.

When you arrived to your quarters, Kinu was already there with your medicine and a glass of water, as well as a few extra maids to assist you in removing your complicated garb. You allowed them to change you into your night attire first since the smell of the medicine assured you that this glass was even more concentrated before the last. Obviously the idea of shaking liquid medicine before giving it so it was equally distributed in each glass was still a foreign concept, and you could only assume the medicine was getting more potent because whatever was still in it that was solid had settled to the bottom and you may be nearly finished with the first batch.

You almost wanted to spit out the last sip. It had an unpleasant gritty texture to it and it felt like it left a thin film over the roof of your mouth and your tongue. Kinu quickly handed you your glass of water, and you eagerly chugged it before handing it back to her and politely asking for more.

You straightened out your night robe and turned to Kinu after she poured more water in your mug. The other maids bowed you, taking your used clothing before leaving the room and closing the door behind them. "How was the feast, Milady?" She smiled and handed you the ceramic cup.

"Good," was all you could really say. Of course you had tasted better food, but what could you expect from a world that had yet to obtain the variety of spices and cooking techniques of modern day life. "It wasn't what I was expecting," you chuckled, before taking a sip of your water "Lots of drinking and marry banter from the vassals. Don't know why I expected it to be stiff and stuffy."

Kinu covered her giggle with her hands, "Of course not, Princess. Banquets like this are often to help the lord's and their vassals unwind, it also helps boost morale if it's in celebration of something, such as your getting better."

"Yes well," you moved to sift though your closet, not entirely sure if you should really pack, "It was great up until the end."

Kinu tilted her head in a confused manor, and you glanced back at her when she remained silent, before turning back to your closet and explaining what you meant, "Lord Nobunaga wants me to go to the hot springs with him tomorrow-"

You were cut of my the maids failed attempt at muffling her excited squeals. And you turned to look at her, a smile creeping on to your face at her infectious joy, "Oh, Princess! That's wonderful!"

Your brows furrowed and you snickered, "How?"

"Well, Milady," she hastily walked over to you with an extra hop in her step, and made an effort to speak a bit more quietly, though it failed miserably, "I'm sure you're aware of the Lords fondness of you."

Fondness?

You scoffed and turned to look at Kinu, "He's only doing it because-" you paused, your smile dropping from your face as did not want to tell her your suspicions on why he is really doing all this, and you also didn't want to tell her he was 'injured' in fear of spoiling his little experiment. She looked at you expectantly, "Because...?"

You cleared your throat, "He thinks the hot spring will do me some good, and he thinks I would enjoy getting out of the castle for once."

Your little white lie only made her squeal again and you rolled your eyes, smile once again returning to your face as you pulled out a simple kimono off the rack. The material felt light and the had a little more give than most, it would be perfect for traveling, maybe. Your weren't sure. It was hard to say since you didn't know how exactly you would be traveling. You assumed by horse, and you've never ridden on a horse in a kimono for extended periods of time.

"That would be good for the trip there, Princess," oh yay, you made a good guess, "Would it be alright if I pack your things for you?" She stuttered slightly, afraid you would take her request the wrong way, "N-not that I don't think you know how to dress, it's just-"

"Kinu." She snapped her mouth shut, "I would appreciate it."

Just like that her excitement returned, "Oh! Thank you, Milady!" She hopped to your closet, taking your place when you moved out of the way. With a relaxed smile you made your way to your futon, slowly laying down onto the mat while Kinu flitted through your closet for everything she thought would be nice for you to take. She would pull out a kimono, talk out the pros and cons outloud before putting it back and picking out another. You talked with her while you could, asking questions and agreeing with some of her opinions, till all you could respond to her with was, "Mhmm..."

As your responses became quieter and quieter, she turned around to look at you and smiled at the image of you curled up beneath your blanket - the only thing visible was your head from your cheek bones up. She continued sorting through your closet till she was finished and then took her leave.

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Through the Veil | Pt. 6

• Pairing: Yoongi x Jungkook • Genre: Angst / Fluff | demon!AU (→  Gifset Trailer) • Words: 9k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue​ ↳ (AO3) • Disclaimer: mentioning of alcohol and violence / death / graphic content

↳ Jungkook is pretty sure that he is a normal human being, but he is also sure that this book, he got from his grandma, is a cookbook. So when it turns out that the words he's reciting are not to cook some tasty meal but to summon something from the depth of the underworld - then maybe there are a few more suprises for him in stock. « previous chapter | masterlist | next chapter »

He had flown faster that he ever had before but you couldn't just transport yourself to hell like you could do on earth, so he had no other choice. He was gasping, coughing, lungs burning and clothes soaked with Jungkook's blood when he stumbled onto Persephone's forecourt, collapsing into the dirt and wings tumbling into a mess of feathers and dirt.

“Persephone!” He yelled, not even caring for decency or addressing her properly or for the hellhounds that could be around, just waiting to attack any unwanted guests. The goddess had noticed the return of her demon right away, had felt his presence. A smile appeared on her lips, as she closed her eyes, listening to his pleas. She followed his call slowly, walking down the stairs of her palace with mindful steps, taking her sweet time until she stood right in front of her demon.

“I see you have returned,” The goddess said and kneeled, to look at the bleeding boy right away. Just when she reached out for him, wanting to push a strand of hair aside, to take a closer look Jungkook gasped loudly, coughing and curling in on himself. A painful scream escaped his lungs and his breath came in short pants. Jungkook couldn’t focus, couldn’t see what was in front of him as he tried to pull himself closer to Yoongi, stammering his name quietly.

Out of a sudden a loud yowling sound came from one of the hellhounds around and the goddess looked up, feeling the air getting thicker around them, the temperature cooling down. “Death is coming,” She whispered, turning her head to Yoongi again.

“Help us! Please!” He was beyond begging, desperation laced through every word. He was holding onto Jungkook so tightly as if he could keep him alive if he just held him together. Or as if he himself would fall apart the second he let go. “Please, I’m sorry for vanishing, I couldn’t - I’ll explain everything, I’d do whatever you ask later just please, please, keep him safe! Don’t let death have him! It’s not his fault! It wasn’t his time - I - I’m sure I fucked up his timeline somehow just please - do something!” Yoongi shuddered violently when he felt death approaching.

They had crossed paths before, not like this, but Yoongi had seen him from afar, from the safety of the distance and an aerial point of view. He had seen the hood, the dark cowl and the blackness underneath, first thinking that it was shadows covering up deaths face. Until it had looked up. Even from that far away Yoongi had felt the cold creeping into his heart and making it clench. There were no shadows or darkness covering death’s face. Its face was the darkness. Just like its voice was the silence. Not just any silence and definitely not the comfortable one. You would know when death spoke because it was a silence so thick, so potent you felt like you had gone deaf during those seconds, until he stopped speaking and you remembered what hearing was again. Yoongi had been scared, he hadn’t admitted it to himself back then but he admitted it now. But he was only scared for Jungkook, scared of losing him. Not for his own safety.

So he stayed where he was, holding Jungkook tight, gently rocking him back and forth as if he was an injured child that just needed comfort to get all better, all the while trying to feed the younger all the energy he had. It didn’t work. It was as if the connection between them was brittle and full of holes, most of the energy trickling away uselessly. And his source wasn’t endless, he only had that much to spare before he would start dying himself. Also his energy was that of a demons and it was like trying to run a car with a wrong fuel, one could maybe dilute it with some other source a little, but as soon as the real source of fuel would go below a certain level or the percentage of the wrong fuel was too high - then it could mean damage beyond repair.

Persephone cocked her head to the side, looking from her servant down to the boy, who was shivering. She felt the love that Yoongi was radiating, the fear and the hope he had in her. The goddess had seen where Yoongi had been the last weeks, had observed him closely, seeing the way that angelic boy made one of her strongest demons fall in love. She had never imagined it to be Yoongi out of all people. He probably didn’t even knew it himself, yet.

A smile appeared on her lips and she nodded. “You are in my debt, Yoongi,” She stood up and turned around, just when death stood in front of her. The goddess greeted him with a bow of her head. Yoongi shivered, the presence of both a goddess and death itself too much for his own being. He couldn’t imagine how Jungkook must feel.

Jungkook weakly blinked his eyes open, his bloody hand reaching out for Yoongi when he felt a snap and a painful ache. He wasn’t aware of his surrounding, nor did he notice who was standing next to him, because Jungkook was using his last strength to focus on the demon. “Yo- your wings, Yoongi,” Jungkook stammered, his whole body shaking, “-are dirty, ‘cause of me.” Another snap and Jungkook screamed out, before nothing else but whimpers escaped his body. “I…I can’t feel...y-you,” Jungkook coughed up some blood, “Don’t…don’t leave me.”

“Shh.. sht..don’t worry, it’s alright, baby... it’s alright…,” His voice was trembling so much and Jungkook looked so far gone that he was certain the boy wouldn't hear him at all. But he still kept talking, still kept trying to soothe him even though he had no idea what he was even doing or if there was the slightest chance of being able to save Jungkook.

Persephone turned around and with a whip of her hand she made Yoongi tore his gaze off Jungkook and look up at her, “Death and I, we came to an agreement. So it is possible to safe your little friend.” The word ‘friend’ had a certain tone to it that made pretty clear that she knew how important the angel-boy was to Yoongi. Which made her next statement so much more cruel, “But I am not quite sure why I should ask death to do as you asked. I mean it’s not like I care about him anyway. Tell me, why should I do it exactly? What are you offering me in return, demon?”

Yoongi’s eyes went wide when his heartbeat went into tumbling from the pure joy of knowing that he might be able to safe Jungkook from certain death to the sheer horror of maybe losing Jungkook nonetheless. “I.. I can…,” His mind was utterly blank. He couldn't offer himself because he was Persephone’s anyway, her servant once and for all. He wouldn’t offend her by offering her what she already owned. But he had no idea what the goddess might want. He knew that Jungkook’s time was running out, he could feel it in the way Jungkook lost blood faster than he could feed him with energy, slowly but surely the sand in Jungkook's hourglass came to an end. “No matter what it is you want, no matter what you want to have. I promise - I swear that I will do everything , anything within my power and beyond to get it for you! I don’t care how or what or when, I will get it for you if it's the last thing I’m doing. You know me. You can always kill me if I try to wrong you. There’s nothing you can lose from this, just...just winning. Just...please. Please make him stay alive!”

Persephone smirked at Yoongi’s willingness to do anything to save his love. “I want the angels book!” The goddess ordered and when the demon nodded, she walked around to him and let death do his part. Jungkook had fainted over and over again, holding onto the last bit of strength he had, when he noticed the cold air and he instinctively wanted to scoot closer to Yoongi, seeking for the warmth but he didn’t move. He couldn’t.

Persephone put a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder and spoke softly, “You have to let him go or else death can’t help you. He will be okay, I promise.” Despite knowing he needed to act fast and that he had no other choice than trusting the goddess and her deal with death blindly he couldn’t get himself to let go of Jungkook. His fingers trembled, heartbeat stuttering like a broken engine at just the thought of leaving Jungkook in deaths hands he was unable to move until Persephone placed her hand on his shoulder. His muscles went lax immediately, as if they weren’t his to control. He watched in agony as the dark figure took over from him, cradling Jungkook in its arms and handling him like a rag doll. Jungkook’s head fell back, baring his throat and Yoongi whimpered pathetically. His body was slowly turning numb from the cold that came with death’s closeness and irrational he wanted to put a jacket over Jungkook to keep him from being cold too - while there were greater risks for the boy’s life than that right now.

Yoongi watched as death leaned over the lifeless boy, the darkness under the cloak swirling as if it was alive - and then it enveloped Jungkook's face. With dread the demon realized that death was kissing him, pushing the soul back into his body or breathing the life back into him he didn’t know. He only hoped that what he just witnessed wasn’t the creature sucking the soul right out of Jungkook or else he was swearing on his soul he would lay the underworld in ashes to take revenge for his love.

“Oh, he will eat him,” A croaky old voice said and danced around Yoongi, followed by another who was swirling around on one foot, singing a song way out of tune. A third one appeared under Yoongi’s wing, her eyes were hollow, and she screamed as if she was the one aching. Yoongi had jerked violently when the voice had appeared suddenly out of nowhere so close to his ear. He hated the witches with a passion but it made sense that they were here. They had been around for practically forever, so whenever something interesting happened they made sure to experience it first hand. And apparently they were mostly excited by pain and suffering. So Jungkook in his half-dead- state must seem like desert to them. “So tasty,” One whispered in Yoongi’s ear, while one was looking up at death in awe but she had no eyes either. “He will take him, he will take him,” She repeated over and over again, when suddenly a bright light was illuminating the scene, making them flee as fast they had appeared. Even Persephone was shielding her eyes.

The goddess gasped, watching how Yoongi screamed out out of a sudden, clutching his heart in pain. Suddenly everything was too loud. He could hear the giggles of the grey witches in the distance, Jungkook’s scream, the pain and the love. He could see everything flash by his eyes, every little detail, every moment up until he had seen him for the first time. The bond was repairing itself, making itself stronger and was pulling him back in. The demon felt like a plaything, tossed around between greater powers that he had no idea how to deal with. Nonetheless he stayed were he was, ignoring his own helplessness and pushing down the fear because he would go with anything as long as it made Jungkook better.

Persephone watched in interest before walking over to death, who offered Jungkook over into her arms. Watching how the boy was glowing made her smile. This was powerful magic, and she wondered how the boy had been able to work this kind of powers. Despite all the blood on his clothes, his skin was full off color again, his cheeks were rose dusted, and she could hear how the heart was trying to beat again. Walking over to her demon, she carefully kneeled again. She gave Jungkook over to Yoongi and observed carefully. She had never seen a bond quite like this.

When Persephone allowed him to hold Jungkook again he immediately latched onto him, doing his hardest not to start snarling with death still around and the witches somewhere near. He was too afraid to check for the boys pulse, still shaken with how he had sensed it fading before so he kneeled there awkwardly, body trembling from everything, the emotions, the sensory overload, just too much in general, until he could feel Jungkook breathe again.

Jungkook gasped forcefully, his eyes wide in fear, choking on the first deep breath he took. His heart was beating wildly against his chest and his mind was racing. He screamed out, wanting to get away from whoever he was holding, not realizing it was Yoongi only seeing the pain and the fear in front of his eyes. But he was so weak, couldn’t even try, couldn't understand what had happened. Jungkook screamed out for Yoongi, his vision still blurry making him feel dizzy. He screamed out for him to help him, to not leave him but even his voice was too weak, and it was reducing him to a shivering, crying, cold mess.

“Jungkook..Kookie…,” When the younger didn’t listen, didn’t see, him although he was right in front of him and still holding him to his chest his heart ached painfully. There was confusion written all over Jungkooks face, the panic and pain literally blinding him and so Yoongi took unusual measures to calm him down. He leaned over him and started to kiss his face, just a brush of his lips but he hoped that it would pull him out of his shock and help him come back to his senses. Maybe the underworld was what was making him shake so much or it was the contact with death or the almost-dying but Yoongi swore that he would make it better, that he would help the younger be ok again. He had crossed so many lines tonight there was nothing else holding him back anymore, no caution, no fear or insecurity. He would do whatever Jungkook needed to make sure that he felt safe and loved and as alive as he still was.

Jungkook stilled, closing his eyes on instinct when he felt the familiar warmth on his cheeks, nose and then his lips. His breathing got a little calmer, though his heart was still beating hard against his chest. Jungkook snapped his eyes open just when death disappeared, and Persephone turned her back on Yoongi, strolling back into her palace.

Jungkook stammered, the words not really coming out, his whole body shaking as he reached out for Yoongi’s face, “Wh- what happened?” The tears were falling down his face so quickly, there was no time to stop it, so Jungkook curled in on himself, his arms tightly wrapped around Yoongi’s neck. “I’m…scared,” Jungkook whimpered weakly.

“Sh...shst, it’s fine you’re safe, it’s okay, you’re ok, Jungkookie,” He let the younger cling onto him although the tight grip was painfully digging into his neck. “Take a breath, just breathe through it, baby, I’ve got you. Nothing will…,” His voice broke, how could he tell him that nothing would happen to him as long as Yoongi was around when he had let Jungkook get stabbed about twenty minutes away from the apartment?

“Nothing can hurt you any longer. I’ve got you. You’re safe here...now,” He was keeping his mouth shut about where exactly they were on purpose and also what had been done to keep the boy from dying. There was no point in shocking or traumatizing him further, he would tell him where they were later when he was better, calm and stable enough to not risk getting heart failure from pure stress. He couldn’t imagine what he body must have gone through. But the blood on his clothes still spoke for itself. “Can I pick you up, sweety? I’d like to get you to another place where I can clean you out. Would that be okay? Or do you wanna stay still for a little while. I’m not sure if you’re dizzy...How are you feeling, Kookie. Is it...can you talk?”

Jungkook nodded, his voice only a whisper, “Y- yes.” He could feel how Yoongi wrapped his arms a little closer around him, lifting him up and Jungkook hid himself in the demon’s neck. He felt so weak, not really able to move a muscle. Jungkook was sobbing quietly, feeling so utterly helpless. The warmth of Yoongi’s body was keeping him warm and he was soaking in it like a sponge. Jungkook had lost so much blood and even though death had fully restored him, his body needed to get back into its normal state. He could feel himself drift off a little, his head nodding away but Jungkook jerked up again only to let his eyes fall shut again.

When Yoongi realized how weak the other was, drifting in and out of consciousness he was cradling Jungkook closer towards him, stabilising his head like one would do with a little child so that he couldn’t strain his neck. He softened his steps, trying to balance out his movements as much as possible so Jungkook could sleep. Flying wasn’t an option. He had lost too much energy when trying to heal Jungkook, he could barely walk. But he tried to not let it show. And the pure relief that he felt over Jungkook being still alive and with him helped him push through the exhaustion. Still he was incredibly glad when he finally reached his cavern. It was dark until Yoongi stretched out his wings as far as he could, activating the bioluminescent lichens that covered most of the walls. Of course there were also homes that looked more like human houses or palasts in the underworld - Persephone's place was light and bright and completely like the temple she had lived in on the surface - but Yoongi’s had this cavern like forever and he didn’t mind living in it. He hoped Jungkook wouldn’t be horrified by it. Especially because the water in the lake in the inner part of the cavern was cold and deep and dark like a subterranean lake in the human world would have been.

Jungkook woke again when he noticed the darkness surrounding him and he panicked for a second, jerking up before he relaxed again, feeling Yoongi’s presence still around him. He blinked his eyes open, focusing on the new surrounding. “Wh-where are we?” Jungkook murmured, wiping away a few off his tears when he suddenly had a really bad thought that he didn’t dare to speak. Instead he sobbed against Yoongi’s shoulder, crying out because everything just hurt, and he felt so dirty, letting Yoongi move him like a doll.

“We’re home. At...at my place. I know you’re not used to live like this but it’s convenient and…,” Jungkook’s silent tears fell onto his skin and he stopped when the younger started sobbing, “What is it? Are you in pain? Are you hurting? I can try to heal you...or at least numb the pain. Just let me got you to the bed, I will take care of it, hold on, please, just a little while longer. Can you do that for me please? I know you are strong so...please hold on for a little while longer.” There was no way that he would be able to take away Jungkook’s pain completely or else he would have done that already, he had lost too much energy. But if he wanted to continue to carry Jungkook he needed the last bits of his strength. If he wanted to take care of Jungkook then he couldn’t lose what kept him conscious. But he could clean the younger up, then let him sleep - and then form his dreams. Not to feed but to send him beautiful, relaxing and comfortable dreams that would have him resting under perfect conditions.

“N-no I’m not hurt…anymore,” Jungkook said, still not understanding himself how that was possible. He gulped heavily, gazing back at Yoongi when he spoke up, “Am I dead? Is…is this why I’m here?” Jungkook sighed in relief when Yoongi shook his head, repeating his words and telling him he was in the demon’s home. Jungkook let his gaze wander around when Yoongi carefully put the boy back on his own two feet. He was struggling a bit at first, but Jungkook got back his footing and held onto Yoongi’s shoulders to keep his balance only letting go when Yoongi made him do so to pull the shirt off of him.

“I will tell you everything in detail after you’ve rested for a bit. You’re really exhausted, aren’t you? Let me just take care of everything else,“ He opened Jungkook’s pants, carefully pulling on the material that had almost become completely stiff and crusted over with dried blood. When he had managed to pull both Jungkook’s pants and boxers over the boys narrow hips he guided him to sit so that he wouldn’t fall over with standing on his own and Yoongi could remove all of his clothing more securely.

Jungkook whimpered when he felt Yoongi pulling down all off his clothes, a blush creeping up his cheeks, but he was too much in a daze too fight it. All off his clothes were soaked in blood anyways. Jungkook looked up at Yoongi with big, vulnerable eyes, wrapping his arms around his chest, not noticing the dark marks that adorned his skin where the knife had stabbed him. All he could feel was the dirt, the dried blood and the fear in his bones.

As a demon Yoongi didn’t really have a concept of ‘decency’ the same way Jungkook had and so he didn’t think Jungkook could have something against being naked considering it was a non-sexual context and all Yoongi was doing was cleaning him. While Jungkook had stood up for the demon to better get a grip on his body and hoist him up Yoongi himself had only gotten rid of his shirt  - not because he wanted to cover himself up but because he would have time to clean himself properly later when Jungkook was asleep and getting the other to that point as quickly as possible was his priority right now.

Jungkook hid in Yoongi’s neck the moment the other lifted him up again, carrying him into the water. Yoongi warned the younger with whispered words about the cold, letting him adjust to the temperature. While it held the risk of lowering his blood pressure it also could help to numb the pain a little so Yoongi didn’t try to heat the water up like he otherwise might have done. Jungkook whined nonetheless when Yoongi let him down, the cold creeping into his skin and Jungkook was seeking the closeness of Yoongi instinctively. Jungkook bit his bottom lip to try to stop the twitching and keep himself from shaking. He let out a deep breath, his eyes met his dark, intense ones. The younger one let Yoongi wash most off his body, his hands carefully caressing over his face, removing every bit off bloody detail.

When Yoongi had cleaned Jungkook of blood and dirt he carefully tried to clean the stab wound itself who had healed over quickly but was still visible in the form of a deep scar right where the knife had sunk in. Around it were some ugly dark lines and Yoongi tried to cleanse the skin with pure water over and over again until he realized that it wasn’t dirt. The marks had seeped into Jungkookies skin, staining it permanently. A shiver ran through his body as he figured out what it probably was.

‘Touched by death’.

He had heard about this, about people having marks when they had gotten too close to death but he had thought it to be the kind of rumors that even mythical creatures liked to gossip about. Just that it wasn’t that, a rumor. It was painted sharp and clear into Jungkook's skin. Yoongi was only glad that Jungkook was too out of it to notice anything but he dreaded the moment when he would have to tell him what had happened and that there were visible signs left on his body. Even with him having a little bit of angel in him, Jungkookie was still mortal after all.

Yoongi had taken care of Jungkook so carefully, as if he was scared the younger one could break any moment again. The cold water had waken Jungkook up a little more and he reached out for the towel himself when the demon had wanted to dry him up. “Please,” Jungkook whispered, “Let me…let me do that. Can you…get me some water?” When he saw the hesitation in the other’s eyes, he tried a faint smile, “I am okay, please…I just need a moment and I am thirsty.” Jungkook really was, it felt like his throat was burning, making his voice raspier than it normally sounded.

Yoongi was hesitant to let him alone but as Jungkook kept on asking he thought that doing as he wished and getting him some water couldn’t be as dangerous as stressing him out and upsetting him if he continued to refuse him a few seconds for himself. He regretted that decision right away though. When Yoongi came back, the demon found him covering his face with his hands whole body shaking with his sobs. He had put on the pants the demon had laid out for him and when he had wanted to pull over the shirt, Jungkook had noticed the scars. The black marks making them even more visible. He sunk in on himself, only gazing up when he could feel Yoongi right before him. “I feel…so weak,” He stammered, “I’m so tired, I am so sorry. I can’t...”

Yoongi felt the tears prickling in his eyes at how broken and completely lost Jungkook looked and he tried his hardest to appear calm and collected. Jungkook needed him for support and as someone to lean onto. He could break down later when he had made sure that Jungkook was okay but for now there was no time for letting himself get overwhelmed with emotions.

“It’s ok, Jungkookie, I know it’s a lot right now. But try not to think about anything, please. I’ll explain everything later and you can ask or tell me whatever you need. Really, I will answer all of your questions and try to ease all of your fears, I promise. But for now let's get you to bed, okay? You’re gonna drink some water, I’m gonna get you a fluffy blanket and then you’re gonna fall asleep, safe and sound. You’ll feel stronger when you wake up. That sounds like a good plan, doesn’t it?” He tried to be as convincing as he could, gently pushing Jungkook in the direction of the room that held his bed, following deeper into the cavern.

Jungkook stumbled along, nodding absently but so thankful for the presence of the demon. “I trust you,” The younger one stammered, meaning every word of it. He did. He knew that the demon would tell him what he wanted to know as soon as he was rested. Jungkook could feel it in his heart. When Yoongi stopped in front of a stone ledge, the younger one cocked his head to the side. He took the water from Yoongi, not minding that it was in a little bowl and drank it before he said something. “It’s stone,” Jungkook simply stated but sat down nonetheless. It felt rough and nothing like his bed at home. “Yeah, it’s stone,” Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, half trying to defend his living conditions, half feeling guilty for it and apologizing. “The under…,” He bit his tongue “Where I life getting a comfy home isn’t a guarantee and I don’t mind it. I will try to get you something better for tomorrow or create it if I have to. So you won't have to sleep like this for long.”

“Will you stay?” Looking up with his doe eyes, Jungkook’s voice was pleading for Yoongi to keep close to him, “I don’t want to be alone.” Yoongi’s eyes grew soft when Jungkook asked him to stay, voice small as if he wasn’t sure Yoongi would actually do it. “Of course I’ll stay if you want that. I’ll have to get up later to clean myself too but apart from that I plan on staying the whole night with you and making sure that you’re okay. So, don’t worry. No one can get to you. Not tonight. I promise.”

“Okay,” Jungkook simply said and made himself comfortable as much as he could on the cold stone. His mind was drifting off the second he had closed his eyes, that’s how tired he felt, not even waiting for Yoongi to get next to him. Jungkook pulled his legs in further, his hand under his cheek as he was starting to dream, but before any nightmares could sneak into his mind, Yoongi was next to him, making sure all he felt was warmth and safety. Jungkook sighed snuggling in closer to the demon’s chest and since he was laying next to the other in his dream as well, right in the middle of a beautiful, blooming meadow, with the blue sky surrounding them, the boy didn’t even notice when the demon slipped out of ‘bed’.

Yoongi waited for Jungkook’s breath to even out before he gently took a look into his mind. It was incredibly easy to manipulate him, mind as vulnerable as his body right now. It made him hesitate to leave the younger alone because if he could do it as easily then someone else would be able to do that too. Someone who might not have an interest in sending Jungkook calming, relaxing dreams that made him feel better and forget the pain but...Incubi maybe. Or Night-mares (not the bad dreams, but their embodiment, the one with a physical form, that sat on your chest and who gave ‘bad dreams’ their name). But he was feeling horrible with Jungkook's blood on his skin so he took a deep breath and sneaked off to wash himself in the cold lake. Jungkook turned on the cold stone, feeling a bit restless without the demon and the normally comfortable mattress that he had at home. He pulled the blanket a little closer over his body as he was missing the warmth of Yoongi’s body next to him.

Yoongi cleaned himself quick and roughly, scrubbing at the skin until his former pale complexion was red and raw. But no matter how often he cleaned himself he still felt as if the warm blood that had been seeping out of Jungkook's wound was running over his skin constantly. He shivered from the cold when he got back, taking the next best clothes to get something warm and then cuddling himself under the covers with a few inches between him and Jungkook to not scare him off or awake with the cold. Jungkook felt his presence nonetheless, cuddling closer as if Yoongi was what he was searching for in his dreams. The dream kept him safe though and he was happily picking flowers, making a little flower crown to keep himself occupied in his own dream. Jungkook gazed up when Yoongi stepped next to him again and he smiled innocently. When Yoongi kneeled down beside him, Jungkook put it on his head, surprised that the demon let him do so willingly, because even in his dreams the other was mostly hesitant or at least gave him a comment about something, making the flowers wither, but not tonight.

When Yoongi laid down beside Jungkook again, the younger one reached out for him, whining quietly in his sleep mumbling something about wanting to be closer. Just when Yoongi was pulling him in and on his chest, Persephone appeared right next to the bed out of thin air. She was hovering over the ground, not there but just a projection of herself, a ghost-like form that she used sometimes. “My demon,” Persephone said in a whispery sing-song tone, “I see you have your companion back.” She let her hand hover over Jungkook’s body, and the young boy instinctively hid his face in Yoongi’s chest. “Tomorrow,” She said gazing at the demon, “Bring me the book and your debt will be settled.”  Reaching out for Yoongi this time, she let her hand caress over his cheek and leaned in to kiss the demon on his hair. Yoongi could feel the energy rush through his veins and he bowed in faithfulness. “You’ve been very brave today,” She whispered before she disappeared again.

Yoongi was caught between exhaustion and relief, sleepiness and too much adrenaline in his system. Persephone's visit seemed like a dream and only when he felt her ‘gift’ replenishing his life energy did he realize that she was actually there, checking up on them with the kind of curiosity that was entirely her; child-like wonder, devoid of moral rules and entirely unpredictable in its manifestation. Yoongi tried to stay awake a little longer, in case she came back and wanted to see what exactly about Jungkook was so special but now that his body was healing and warm and relaxed there was no way he could fight sleep.

Jungkook didn’t know for how long he was sleeping and he didn’t care. His body needed rest and the time to fully heal. He only woke up from the uncomfortableness of the stone beneath him and jerked away when he remembered parts of what had happened last night. Jungkook carefully got out of Yoongi’s embrace without disturbing the other’s sleep and got up, looking up in awe as he saw the beauty of the cave. It was far more mesmerizing in daylight and Jungkook let his gaze wander over all the stalagmites and stalactites that were decorating the cavern.

He kept wandering around, seeing the lake shimmering beautifully under the light. Jungkook kneeled to dip his hand into the cold water, before he walked further where the light was coming from. At the opening of the cave, Jungkook gasped when he saw over a beautiful landscape. His mind still couldn’t comprehend where he was and maybe Jungkook just didn’t want to say it out loud... though it was very obvious.

It took Yoongi about as long to wake up as it took for his subconscious to register that Jungkook had left the bed. He pushed down the terror that attacked his senses immediately, refusing to let his mind wander down ‘what-if’-lane (What if death got him after all? What if Jungkook got scared and ran out blindly, being picked up by the very next creature who had him as his next meal? What if...) He had scrambled to his feet, throat too tight to even call out for the boy, walking to each and every place inside of the cavern that he had been to yesterday with Jungkook by his side, meaning the younger might have remembered it and went to it alone for some unknown reason. The longer he searched, the faster did his heart beat against the inside of his ribcage and the quicker he was walking, almost running, around. Finally, at the end of his wit and ready to go and search for Jungkook in the whole underworld he saw a dark, Jungkook-shaped silhouette standing at the entry of the cavern, faceless against the bright light that came into the darker cave. He relaxed visibly, taking it slow, now that he knew the boy was safe, trying to figure out what exactly he was doing there.

Jungkook was looking up at the sky, or what supposedly should have been the sky when someone or rather something was flying close over the cavern, letting out a screech that was painful to his hearing, making Jungkook jerk back in surprise bumping right into Yoongi, which made him scream out in surprise. “Yoongi!” Jungkook said a little out of breath as he took a few measured steps away from the entry. Jungkook looked at the demon with big eyes, “Am…am I in hell? Is this hell? You said this is your home, right? Am I dead?” He was panicking the moment he had said it out loud and he reached out for the demon, “Why am I here? Where am I?”

Yoongi placed his hands left and right on Jungkook's shoulder and tried to keep him still because he seemed awfully panicky. He had no idea what high blood pressure would do to his wound and if death would come to save him again if it got serious. Probably not.

“No, you are not dead. And you are not in hell. Technically. Not...really. It’s the underworld. Hell is like...how should I explain it…it’s like one floor below? Just with energy levels? It’s not nice there. Here in the underworld - like you don’t need to die to be here? While it’s necessary if you want to go to hell. Except if you are a demon. Or use magic. Or… well, it’s complicated. But I can definitely tell you that you are alive and safe and with me. I didn’t lie when i said that I’ve taken you home with me. This is my home.”

Jungkook gulped heavily, trying to comprehend everything Yoongi had said. The thought of being in the underworld felt a little bit unsettling and Jungkook moved a little closer to Yoongi. “What happened yesterday?” Jungkook asked carefully, the memories off the pain and fear flooding his mind, “Why didn’t I die? I couldn’t feel you anymore? Why did you bring me here?”

Yoongi bit his lip, contemplating how much he could tell Jungkook without shaking him even further. Although his voice was stable his widened eyes and the light tremor in his form gave away how fragile Jungkook was right now. Yoongi had no idea if there were any specific aftereffects of almost-dying but he was pretty certain that it would fuck with your mind and body alike. “Why don’t we sit down first, hm?” He didn’t want to prolong Jungkooks state of confusion so he plopped down right where he was, reaching out for Jungkook's hand and gently pulling him down with him. If Jungkook was sitting he couldn’t faint - or run - that easily. Who knew how he would react.

“The short version is: You got stabbed. I don’t know why they chose you or what they wanted from you but whatever went down in their crazy heads it doesn’t matter anymore. They can’t hurt you ever again. They’re dead. Your injury was...pretty serious-,” Maybe if he avoided words like ‘fatal’ or ‘deadly’ he could make it sound less serious, “- and I couldn't heal you on my own so I took you here. I never told you what exactly I did before you...before I met you. I was in service of Persephone…you might know her as a goddess, there are lots of stories around her, about her relationship with her mum and Hades and pomegranates - just don’t ask her anything about that if you meet her, please, she can be sensitive about that stuff. No one likes to be reminded of your mistakes. Anyway, I asked her to help me save you. And she did. But she asked of something in return. And even though it wasn’t really my place to say yes I did. Because I was afraid of losing you. You understand that, right? That I didn’t do it to hurt you but to save you?”

Yoongi had hesitated to say it out loud because he knew that Jungkook had loved his grandma deeply and still did and that anything of her that he still had was special to him “She wants to have the book. With which you summoned me. You...can’t really do anything with it anyways now that it’s gone blank, right? And...I’m sure you can... I don’t know...look at it? While we’re here? Maybe?” He was rambling but he dreaded Jungkook’s reaction, afraid the younger might start crying or yell at him or tell him he hated him for what he had did. And he hadn’t even mentioned death and its involvement in all this yet. When exactly had he started to care for Jungkook's opinion so much? Since when was he more afraid of hurting Jungkook than offending Persephone? This was a dangerous development and he sure needed to watch his steps.

There was a lot for Jungkook to take in, his fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt nervously while he listened to everything the other said. Jungkook had heard of Persephone before, had read about her in school but it never crossed his mind that someone like her exist. Well, he hadn’t thought either that demons did exist or angels for that matter. Jungkook didn’t notice the tears that were falling until they fell on his cheek and he hastily dabbed them away, bringing up his shirt in the process. He saw how Yoongi’s eyes shifted downwards for a second again and it reminded him of the scars that he had seen last night. Jungkook got on his knees so he could look at his stomach more closely, letting his finger trace over the dark mark. “Is this… is this why I have this? The dark mark, I mean?” Jungkook shook his head, the memories flooding back into his mind. It could be the only explanation, while he couldn’t remember a third person with him. He couldn’t remember death, was too far gone to notice him in that moment. Only remembering the feeling of being so cold, feeling so utterly helpless had made itself a home in his heart. So, the only explanation he had was that it had been some kind of dark and strong magic.

When Yoongi told him what he had promised Persephone, he just nodded his head. Of course he was sad, but he had other things that reminded him of her. He wasn’t mad at the demon, there was something else on his mind that bothered him way more. “Yoongi, you could have been free?” Jungkook said with big eyes, shifting a little closer to his demon. He reached out to cup his cheeks, making him look up, “You could have just let me die…and be free… You’re a demon! You….,” Suddenly the tears came fast and Jungkook was searching Yoongi’s eyes, his voice barely a whisper, “Why?”

Yoongi was taken back at Jungkook’s suggestion. And then he realized that the younger was right. Not that long ago he would have done anything to get free and was even considering getting Jungkookie in dangerous situations to get him harmed and possibly break the bond with that. But then, when he had actually watched him dying the bond hadn’t even crossed his mind. Only the horror about the younger one ceasing to exist had filled his senses and he had known for sure that he would do whatever it took to stop that from happening.

“I.. I don’t know?” He stumbled over his words and then realized what he had just been saying and that Jungkook, poor, sensitive Jungkookie could take it wrong way so he added, “ Of course I know why I saved you, I just wanted to make sure that you don’t… I mean you haven’t… I wanted…” He had wondered before when exactly he had started to care about the boy so much but it was even more difficult to explain that to Jungkook. Because if he was honest he didn’t understand it himself. He wasn’t supposed to care that much. And especially not for the reasons he did. Maybe if he had saved Jungkookie to get to taste his soul himself, that would be a demon reason to save him. But he would be lying to himself if he said that this is why he had done it. Suddenly his world revolved around Jungkook as if it had always been like that. When he woke up his first instinct was to look for him and when he fell asleep and Jungkook wasn’t with him he was aching to feel the youngers body by his side. His warmth. The comfort it brought to simply know that he was there. Jungkook was...so much more than just some random human being. And not because the angel blood thing made him special. To Yoongi he was the most extraordinary person anyway, angel blood or not. In the end he just looked at Jungkook a little sheepishly, confessing, “I guess I was scared about how it would feel to be without you. So, you could say I saved you for entirely selfish reasons.”

Jungkook let one hand caress down Yoongi’s neck while he wiped away the few tears that had still spilled over away, “Well…I’m glad that you did.” Biting his lip, he averted his gaze putting his hands back onto his knees as he tried to look everywhere but Yoongi. “You can take the book. It’s okay, I am not mad, really,” Jungkook reassured the demon, kind of wanting to fill the awkward silence between them two. Yoongi liked him. Jungkook’s heart was skipping a beat and he almost forgot how to breathe.

Before he could think about it too long, Jungkook jumped into Yoongi’s embrace with that much enthusiasm that it made the demon fall over and on his back. Jungkook hid his face in the crook of Yoongi’s neck, trying to fight the urge to cry again. Instead he placed a soft but quick kisses on Yoongi’s collarbone, then his neck, jawline and cheek before he smiled at the demon beneath him.

Yoongi couldn’t just watch Jungkookie cry like this so he was about to reach out when the younger chose to hug him that exact moment. Yoongi had made a surprised little sound that broke off when he landed on his back and the breath left his lungs because Jungkook landing on him made it a little difficult to breathe. The kisses he got made up for it though.

The demon didn’t dare to move a muscle while Jungkook kissed him in a way that could have been considered sexual or teasing if the younger wasn’t as utterly innocent as he was. Yoongi knew that he shouldn’t read too much into it and that it was just Jungkook’s way of seeking skinship and closeness, no intention behind the kisses but to show Yoongi his joy and gratitude. He shouldn’t act on it. Like at all. But he only had so much self control. So when Jungkook was about to pull back he kept him from moving away with a hand in his hair and another one placed on his lower back, pulling him back in gently and kissing him like he had wanted to for a while: on his lips, insistent, with as much pressure that the younger opened his mouth a little and let him in.

Jungkook sighed, loving the taste of Yoongi’s lips way too much. He felt like he was getting addicted way too fast and he couldn’t control anything anymore. He was Yoongi’s to do with as he pleased. A moan slipped from his lips and Yoongi gracefully pushed Jungkook around, caging the younger one in. Opening his eyes, Jungkook let his hands wander up to Yoongi’s chest, biting his lip in excitement this time. Jungkook couldn’t help but giggle when the demon leaned in again, kissing him so hungrily and the boy felt like he couldn’t breathe and Yoongi had the air he needed to survive. He needed him. Close. Way closer. The pleasure rippled through him way too easily, making his cheeks flush red. The bond was pulsating between them, sending sparks through their veins.

Yoongi groaned low in his throat when Jungkook kissed him back, giggling and carefree as if it was a game to him. It was difficult to resist him when he was initiating skinship - but it was kinda impossible when he reciprocated Yoongi’s kisses so eagerly. The demon was trying to hold back as much as he could and still he wanted more and more...

“Don’t do that Jungkook...don’t kiss me back when you don’t want me to seduce you properly. Someday I might not be able to stay rational and then I’m gonna show you what pleasure feels like. The kind of pleasure where you’re gonna end up in ecstasy,” He closed his eyes for a second, suppressing a shiver at the thought of Jungkook below him, arching up against him, heady with lust and arousal, looking so sinfully perfect like this, willing and needy…

Jungkook was breathing heavily underneath the other, pulling him in further. “Maybe I want you to,” His voice was barely audible and Jungkook closed his eyes, when he couldn’t help but giggle again, hearing the desperate groan coming from Yoongi. It sounded so low, so breathy, so…so hot. “Yoongi,” Jungkook whispered his name against the demon’s lips, feeling dizzy from the pleasure and the heat. When the demon kissed down his neck, letting his tongue trail over his sensitive skin, Jungkook jerked his eyes open, moaning and arching his back into Yoongi’s body.

“Fuck!” Yoongi couldn't help but curse under his breath when the hard planes of Jungkooks body pressed against him like that. How could someone be so utterly sweet and oblivious to what exactly he was doing to Yoongi? Who allowed him to act like this and handle his body so unreservedly sexy when Yoongi knew damn well that the absolute most Jungkook had done with anyone before was making out behind some school building? Except this here of course. And if he wasn’t careful then Yoongi was about to broaden Jungkook’s horizon a little and…

The second he felt another magical presence appearing he stretched out his wings, shielding Jungkook with both them and his body, rather risking to get injured himself than watching Jungkook bleed again. When nothing happened he only warily disengaged from Jungkook, turning around to see who had appeared at the entry of his cavern. With an amused look on his snout there was one of underworld inhabitants standing leaned against some stalagmit and waiting for Yoongi to get up and properly greet him. Yoongi growled at him and deemed that proper enough.

“What do you want?” He spat at him and only then noticed the confused look on Jungkook’s face. Right. Jungkook probably didn’t see jackal-headed-creatures on a daily basis. The creatures fur was a shiny black with some lighter fur pattern around his eyes and throat. They looked friendly and amiable but Yoongi knew better. They had claws just as sharp as his and those jaws could rip a persons head right off if they wanted to. That’s what made them Persephone’s favoured messengers; they were easy to send and easy to talk to but if something went wrong they could handle it just as casually. “Don’t worry, he won’t harm you,” He whispered as quietly to Jungkook but from the amused glint in the creatures eyes he had heard him anyways - and they both knew that if Persephone would decide to change his mind Jungkook was a very easy prey for someone like him. Jungkook’s heart was beating wildly and he had reached out for Yoongi on instinct, having a tight grip on his shirt. He nodded anxiously, still lying underneath the demon.

“I’m coming to tell you to get the book. Preferably an hour ago. Her majesty is waiting,” It was strange to see human words coming out of the furry snout. Normally they spoke the universal language all the creatures in the underworld spoke but apparently Persephone had told her servant to show consideration for Jungkook and speak the boy’s language. Honestly Yoongi prefered the rough barks and dog-like jips that suited the jackal-headed creatures the most. The human body they sported couldn’t be blocked out then but at least the language matched the face.

Jungkook looked up at the creature with interest and fear simultaneously, before patting Yoongi’s chest, as he motioned for Yoongi to sit up, feeling quite uncomfortable to look at the other from down there. He quickly cleaned the dirt off his pants, but still kept close to Yoongi. “We can go and get it,” Jungkook whispered quietly, looking up at the demon, “And then you can travel back here, bring the book to Persephone and…and then come back home?” Jungkook was asking carefully, not really sure if his suggestion was something that Yoongi was considering as well. He wasn’t sure either if the bond was strong enough to manage the distance for a little while if he was at home watching a movie until his demon would come back from the underworld, but before he could think about it further Yoongi crushed his dreams of simply going home right away. “What- what do you mean I can’t come home with you?” Jungkook’s eyes flickered from Yoongi to the Jackal, fearing that he would have to stay with the creature.

“I’m sorry Jungkookie, but you have to stay here. You don’t remember but passing through the entry of the underworld is not like walking from one room to another. You were closer to death than to life anyway so your body didn’t really mind. But leaving it, you will feel it. And it won’t feel nice. I would prefer for you to be entirely healed up before you do that. And...I guess Persephone wants to take a look at you too. I wouldn’t…we shouldn’t just go like this. Would be impolite, you know? She’s a queen in here after all. We should do it the right way. Let you get better, let her check up on you and then I’ll accompany you back to your world and your home safely. How’s that sound, hm?” He really hoped Jungkook wouldn’t start to panic now that he had practically told him in nice words that he was trapped here before Persephone let him go. But it was a safety and precaution thing. Everything would work out perfectly fine. He was sure of that.

A/N: I think mondays are now my preferred update day for this story lmao. Thank you again for reading. I know we always say the same things, but we are so honored and sooooo grateful that you keep up with the story and all our stories in general. It keeps us motivated and going!! Thank you so much! Now...let’s see for how long Jungkook has to stay in the underworld and if they finally can have some peace...or not. ;)

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Tension - B.B.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

For @gaybybirth 's 10k writing challenge 🌹 (Congrats again Molly, you deserve all the love 💞)

Promt: 26: “Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

Word count: 2,969

Genre: Fluff, Smut! 18+ only! [Oral (m receiving), riding]

Ever since you started working as an assassin for SHIELD, it was your dream to become a Part of the Avengers. And when only 6 month in, Fury introduced you to the one and only Tony Stark, it didn't took much time for you to convince him to add you to the team.

It would be more than an understatement to say you were excited when you moved into the Avengers tower and met everyone else. They were all really nice to you, even though you practically stuttered through you first day because of how nervous you were. You still managed to make friends with everyone, and now, a year later, they've basically became your family. You loved every single one of them, but one Person especially caught your attention. And that would be the metal-armed soldier.

In the back of your head, you always felt something for him. In the beginning, you believed it would just be admiration. He was an extremely attractive, polite guy. Who wouldn't feel at least a little attracted to him?

But then you spend a day at the gym with him. It wasn't the first time, but you usually had earplugs with music in to concentrate on your workout. You forgot them that day, thinking it would be alright. But then you heard Buckys deep groaning and heavy breaths, making you almost loose balance on your exercise bike. You felt heat rush trough you with every stressed moan that left his lips in such a sinful way that made even more sweat break out on your forehead.

Since then, you noticed even the smallest sexual things he did. Just his groans as he stretched while his shirt lifted slightly, making his prominent V-lines and the small patch of hair disappearing into his pants visible, it was enough to leave you clench your thighs together. You felt bad, he was your work partner. It was bad to think of him in the ways you did.

But then things changed completely. It started with you noticing Buckys stare while you were eating a Banana, in a completely non-sexual manner. As he realized you noticed his staring, he quickly looked away. A soft pink covered his cheeks while he shifted uncomfortably. A knowing grin spread on your face. You turned him on just as much as he turned you on.

After that, it became kind of like a battle between you two. He must have realized how thirsty you were over him as well as he made sure his work out noises were louder and more erotic like before; he was full on moaning and whimpering whenever you were around. But two could play this game. You stopped counting the times you bend down infront of his face or when you 'accidentally' pressed your butt in his crotch. The rest of the team was oblivious to this as you always acted like you always did around each other. None of you dared to actually talk to the other one about what was going on. But after months of him almost cumming in his pants from staring at you whenever you ate a phallus-shaped food, you've had enough.

It was the night of a charity event Tony hosted ever so often. You still couldn't believe how some people in the media could actually call him selfish, he was a really genuine person. You wouldn't be here without him.

You knew Bucky wasn't a big fan of these parties, but Tony always insisted that the whole team would show up. Thankfully, you thought, as you finally wanted to make a move on Bucky. You had bought a dress especially for this occasion. A black one, backless and not too long, with such a low neckline that left little to the imagination.

Finishing up your make up and hair, you took a look in the mirror. Your legs looked amazing with the complimenting heels, and the dark red lipstick made your lips look even more pouty than before. You smiled at yourself, confidence filling your nerves. You looked amazing.

"Are you ready in there?" Wanda called from outside your door, stepping inside. You grinned at her as her jaw almost hit the floor. "Damn! Where does all the Sexyness come from? I mean you always looked great but wow!" You rolled your eyes at her compliments, smiling. "You wanna impress someone with that?" She asked, a knowing grin on her face. You shrugged. "Maybe. We'll see how i goes." With that you linked your arms with hers, making your way to the elevator to join the party 2 floors below.

As soon as you entered the room, Wanda left your side as she spotted Vision. You took a breath, your eyes wandering across the room to find your friends. "Y/N!" A voice suddenly called, Sam walking towards you. "You look amazing, girl!" He grinned, his eyes shamelessly raking over your body. You chose to ignore his compliments; he was flirting with almost every girl he saw, it was his way of expressing kindness. "Where's the Rest?" You asked him, your eyes still searching through the crowd. Sam pointed into one direction before helping you squeeze trough the crowds of formally dressed people. As you finally spotted your friends, you were relieved to see Bucky was also there. "There she is!" Natascha called as soon as she saw you, pulling you in for a hug. "You look great!" "Thanks, you too!" You complimented her back before you turned to Bucky. A grin spread on your face as you saw his reaction. His eyes were wide open, his jaw a little slack as he eyed you up and down. As his gaze found yours you bit your lip, smiling. He blinked a couple times before gulping, turning away to take a sip of his Scotch.

Got him.

The rest of the evening consisted of him almost constantly staring at you from his spot by the bar while you walked around the room and talked to different people. It annoyed you that he didn't say anything. So you'd have to do that yourself as well.

As your current conversation ended, you turned to look at Bucky across the room. He quickly looked away, pretending like he hadn't been staring at you the whole time. He kept his gaze away as you approached him, taking the spot beside him before ordering a Martini. Neither you nor Bucky said anything for a while as you just nipped on your drinks. You were tired of your games. So you turned to him, noticing his cheeks immediately flushing, his glass between his lips. "So, are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?" Your sudden boldness made him almost choke on his drink before he turned to you, a horrified look on his face. "What?" "Don't play dumb on me, Barnes. Our little game was fun and all, but it's getting on my nerves. I know you want me just as much as I want you." You kept a serious expression as his face went completely red. "I-I don't know what you're-what you mean, I-" You rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh.

"You're seriously gonna play this card? Right after you were practically undressing me with your eyes since the second you first saw me in this dress?" He wouldn't meet your gaze as he kept his eyes on the glass in his hands, his jaw clenching. At least he wasn't denying it anymore. Your lips curled into a small smile as you leaned over to him, steadying yourself on his thigh. You felt his muscles stiffen under your palm as you lent to his ear. "If you actually want to get me out of this dress and fuck me, I'll be in my room." You left him without another word, heading towards the elevator. You told Tony you weren't feeling well on your way, needing a reason to leave the party.

Back in your room, you got rid of your earrings and bracelets. They would just be in the way, you thought to yourself. You sat down against the soft cushions, excited about what was about to happen. But that excitement sank with every passing minute Bucky hasn't joined you. Panic began to risen: Didn't he feel the way you thought? Did you make a complete fool of yourself?

Ready to leave the room to die in embarrassment, you suddenly heard a soft knock on the door before Bucky stepped in. His breath was heavy, his eyes dark. You smiled at him. "What took you so long?" He got rid of his tie and jacket, laying them over your small armchair. "Couldn't stand up for a solid 3 minutes after you said that to me." His hand gestured to the very obvious tent in his jeans. You bit your lip as you stared at his crotch. That you actually could work him up so much with simple words excited you. "So you're finally gonna take what you want?" You asked teasingly, looking up at him as innocent as possible. He growled at that, stepping closer as he took your chin between his fingers, tilting it up to meet your gaze. "I sure am, doll." He grinned devilish.

It only took a second for him to be on top of you, his lips pressed against yours in a heated kiss. He groaned as you tugged on his long locks carefully, his eyes closing. "Fuck, I've wanted this for so long." He confessed before biting his lip, looking down at you hungrily. A smirk formed on your face. "So? Stop talking and do something." You swear you could see his pupils dilate as he growled, head dipping down to nip on the sensitive skin of your neck. Your eyes closed as a sigh left your lips, turning into a moan as you felt his flesh hand move up your thigh, under your dress. He gently squeezed your ass, causing you to rub yourself up against his bulge. Shaky moans left both your mouths as he pressed against you, moving you against him.

"Bucky." You moaned softly, hearing him groan against your neck where he was still leaving small hickeys. "Buck, come on. I'm sick of the teasing." That caused him chuckle. "Really that desperate, doll?" He kept rolling his hips down against yours, watching in amusement as you grew impatient. Quickly, you swung your leg around him and pushed your weight against him. That took him by suprise as he was now beneath you with you directly on his crotch. Now it was your turn to grin down at him as you moved your hips in circles. You watched as his head fell back, his hands falling to your hips as his eyes closed.

They quickly shot open as you raised your dress over your head, a groan leaving Bucky at your exposed breasts. "You're so beautiful." He spoke, making you blush slightly. You quickly popped the buttons of his dress shirt open, helping him shed it off. Your lips found his exposed torso, leaving kisses on his impressive muscles and the scars where metal met skin.

Slowly, you made your way down his body. Kissing your way down his abs and his happy trail, stopping at the top of his pants to look up at him. His breathing was heavy, his gaze not leaving you. You bit your lip before popping his pants open, sliding them down his legs. Your eyes fell to the impressive bulge in his tight, black underwear. You pulled the last remaining piece of clothing off him, immediately taking him into your mouth. You've waited long enough for this.

Buckys eyes immediately rolled into the back of his head, his back lifting itself slightly off the sheets as a deep groan left him. "Jesus Y/N, warn a guy." He chuckled, quickly turning into a moan as you sucked on his sensitive tip. "Jesus Christ." He whimpered, eyes shut tightly as pleasure filled his veins. You kept concentrating on the head of his cock, your hand slowly pumping the rest of it as you watched him fall apart. The wetness between your legs grew by the second. Seeing him in this state was even better than your imagination.

"Babygirl, you gotta stop. I really don't want to cum like this." Bucky said, voice broken as he tried to pull you off him gently. You let go off him with a pop, crawling back up his body. Your lips found his again, your tongues immediately battling for dominance. As he tried to get you beneath him, you pushed against him to keep him down. "You're not the one in charge right now, Buck." You teased, keeping him from protesting as you leaned off him to take your panties off. His eyes immediately fell to the Glistening between your legs as he swallowed thickly. He was sure he has never been this turned on before; his mind was clouded with pleasure while his body practically screamed for you.

Since you didn't want to wait anymore, you reached inside your bedside drawer to fish a Condom out. Bucky simply watched as you ripped it open, still in disbelief that this was really happening. That the girl he has been dreaming of is there, naked infront of him, about to have sex with him. He was brought back to reality as you rolled the condom onto him, a shaky sigh leaving his lips.

"Hey, you sure about this?" You asked him, caressing his thigh carefully. You noticed that his thoughts were a little off, and you wanted to make sure he was still on board. He quickly nodded. "Still can't believe this is really happening, that's all." He added honestly, making you smile.

You swung your leg back over his hips, reaching behind you to take his dick into your hand and guide it between your folds. A content sigh left his lips as he felt your wetness. Slowly, you sunk down on him, groaning as he stretched you in the most perfect way. "Fuck, you feel amazing." Bucky moaned, eyes closed as his hands gripped your hips. Once he bottomed out, you waited a second to adjust to him. You felt his fingers caress your skin and you smiled at the gesture. Slowly, you lifted yourself up and dropped down again as you both moaned in unison. You circled your hips and moved up and down, falling into a quick rythm. His hands were tight at your side as he tried to meet your thrust, quiet moans and groans leaving his lips as you rode him. "Shit, wait a second." He suddenly said, making you stop your movements immediately. "Did i do something wrong?" You asked, concerned. He shook his head. "You're going too fast. I've been dreaming about this, i want this to last." He slightly nudged your hip, and this time you let him roll the two of you over.

Bucky lifted your legs around his waist, his metal hand staying on your thigh as he thrusted into you at a slow pace. Shaky moans left both your lips before he leaned down, his mouth finding yours. In this moment you realized this wasn't meaningless fucking; it was making love.

Bucky kept his slow but pleasing pace, shifting his hips every now and then to graze against your g-spot. The room was filled with quiet moans, heavy breaths and kissing noises. You knew you could spend the rest of your life like this, with the man of your dreams, slowly thrusting himself into you in the most loving way.

The knot in your stomach built slowly, almost sneakily. You felt Buckys thrusts get a little faster as he slowly lost control, searching his release. "Shit, James." You sighed in pleasure. His name on your lips made him completely loose it as his hips snapped against yours. You cried out as his metal hand found your clit, rubbing tight circles against it. "I'm so close Buck, fuck." You warned, head thrown back as you felt yourself clench around him. "Cum for me, babygirl, come on." He spoke between gritted teeth, dangerously close to his release.

Your orgasm rushed over you as you bit his right shoulder, silencing your screams as your walls contracted around Bucky. He followed quickly after, his lower lip between his teeth, silencing his moans as he spilled into the condom. After a couple more thrusts, he let his weight drop onto you. The both of you were breathing heavily, sweat covering your bodies.

"Wow." Bucky said after a couple seconds of silence in which you tried to catch your breaths. You let out a chuckle, agreeing. "Better than i could've ever imagine." You added, feeling Bucky smile against your neck. He slowly lifted himself back up, pecking your lips before sliding out of you to drop down beside you. He got rid of the condom, tying it before throwing it away. He pulled you to him, making you cuddle up to his side before he reached for the duvet to cover the both of you. For a couple minutes, you just enjoyed the silence between the two of you. You could hear his heart beating against your ear, making you smile against his skin.

"So...what now?" Bucky suddenly asked. You lifted your head to look at him, confused. "What do you mean?" "With us. I mean-I don't want this to be one time thing." He spoke, nervous about your reaction. But his expression softened again as he saw the soft smile on your face. "I don't want that either. I've wanted this for far too long." He grinned down at you, nodding in agreement. This was only the beginning.

[bigbangenthusiast]

Hey I was wondering if you could write a prompt based on the unaired scene where Amy is getting ready for the wedding with Penny and Bernadette when Amy's mom walks into the room and tells her that today is the day where she will finally lose her virginity (when it's not really true lol!) Thanks!

Hi Anon! I couldn’t find a lot of information about this scene, so I took some creative liberty. I hope you enjoy!

Penny secured the last bobby pin then stepped back to survey her handiwork.

“Is my tiara straight?” The bride asked, attempting to twist around to see the results of her friend’s styling skills in the full-length mirror.

“Not quite. Hold still, Ames.”

Penny made a slight adjustment to her bestie’s hairpiece then nodded in satisfaction, while Bernadette smoothed out the white gown’s ruffles. The women stepped back to admire their friend.

“Amy, you look beautiful!” Penny gushed.

Amy blushed and checked her reflection in the mirror, the smile on her face widening. “Thank you both so much! I feel like a princess in a fairytale.”

She turned to face them and by unspoken agreement, the trio formed a group hug.

“Are you nervous?” Penny whispered.

“Not at all. I never thought this day would come, and now that it has…”

A sharp knock on the door interrupted the conversation.

“Who is it?” Amy inquired.

“It’s your mother. Are you decent? May I come in?”

“Yes and yes.”

Joan Fowler pushed the door open and rushed to her daughter. “Oh, Amy you look absolutely radiant.”

Amy’s glow increased at the compliment. “Thank you, Mom. I feel beautiful, like a princess.”

“As you should! You sure look like one, Baby!” Joan leaned in and wrapped her arms around her daughter.

Bernadette nodded in agreement. “Sheldon won’t be able to control himself when he sees her.”

Joan took a step back. “About that,” she paused to take a deep breath, “there are expectations on the wedding night. A duty the wife must allow her husband to perform to legalize the marriage…”

Amy licked her lips and smoothed down her skirt. “Mom…”

Joan continued as if her daughter hadn’t just tried to interrupt her. “Some of it will feel very good, but the penetration will be uncomfortable this first time.”

Penny gasped. “Umm… Mrs. Fowler? Tonight won’t be Amy’s first ti…”

Amy glared at her friend. “Why don’t you two check on the guests while my mom and I exchange a few more words?”

“Umm… Sure. Bernadette and I will give you some privacy.” Penny linked her arm in Bernadette’s, but the petite blonde stayed rooted to her spot.

“I’m not going anywhere. This is going to be good!”

“Bernadette, please,” Amy warned her.

“Fine, I’ll go,” she sulked.

“What was that about?” Joan asked when mother and daughter were alone.

Amy shrugged. “She doesn’t get out much now that she has two babies to care for. She’s probably craving adult interactions.”

Joan nodded. “Yes, having a young child in the house affects your social life immensely. I can’t imagine having two little ones.”

Amy sighed internally, grateful her mother took the bait. “Well, I suppose it’s almost time to get married. Can you send Dad in here?”

“Soon. We have just enough time to finish our talk. As I was saying, try and relax so it will be less uncomfortable when Sheldon performs his husbandly duties tonight. Don’t let him go straight for the prize right away.”

Amy reddened. “Mom…”

“This is a difficult conversation for me too, but I would rather be embarrassed than have my little girl sore because she didn’t know what to expect.”

“Mom, it will be fine. Sheldon is very gentle.” When her mother frowned, Amy realized her mistake. “Will be, will be very gentle, I know he will,” she backpedaled.

Joan stared at her daughter, hands on her hips. “Amy, is there something you’d like to tell me?”

Amy sighed audibly. “We better sit down.” She gestured to the couch, and they took a seat facing each other.

“Amy?”

The younger Fowler took her mother’s hands. “Mom, you know Sheldon and I have been living together for a year and a half.” When the older woman nodded uncertainly, she continued. “We share a bed, a small bed…”

Joan shrugged her right hand free and placed it over her heart. “Are you… are you saying…”

Amy sat up straight and looked her mother in the eyes. “Tonight will be my first time as a married woman, but I’m not a virgin.”

Joan’s mouth opened and closed, like a fish trying to breathe out of water, and her hands shook. “Oh, Amy! Are you… You’re not…” She licked her lips, “Are you pregnant? Is that why you’re getting married? Did that Sheldon get you into trouble?”

“That Sheldon? Mom, in less than an hour, he will be my husband. Please don’t be disrespectful to him. To answer your question, no I am not pregnant. We’re getting married because we love each other and want to spend the rest of our lives together.”

“I’m suprised he wants buy the cow when he can get the milk for free,” she muttered.

“Mom, please! Sheldon has never taken advantage of me.” She subconsciously twisted her engagement ring. “I was ready long before he was.”

“Amy! Did the values I taught you mean nothing to you? I raised you to be an innocent, morally-correct young lady, and now I find out the filth you’ve been up to. It’s not the kind of behavior I would have expected from you.”

Amy blinked her eyes rapidly. If she was going to cry on her wedding day, it would be tears of joy not of anger and distress. “What Sheldon and I do is not filthy,” she revealed quietly. “This isn’t a one-night stand. We were together over five years before we became intimate. He’s the only man I’ve ever been with, and I’m the only woman he’s been with. We may not have waited for marriage, but we waited for each other.”

“Amy…” Joan Fowler closed her eyes. “I… I’m glad he’s making an honest woman out of you.”

“Really? That’s all you have to say?”

“What am I supposed to say? In my day we waited until after we signed a marriage license.��

“A marriage license is just a formality. I already feel married to Sheldon. We talk about our day every night when we sit down to dinner, just like you and Dad. We play games and watch movies together. We share household duties and Netflix passwords. Our iTunes accounts are synched. So if you think our relationship is purely physical, you’re wrong. That’s a very small part of it. We share a strong intellectual and emotional bond. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Joan assessed her daughter’s demeanor. Amy’s eyes were shining, and she had a dreamy look on her face. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “Of course there is more to your relationship than… intercourse. I’m shocked you didn’t wait, but I can see how much Sheldon means to you. I’ve noticed a positive change in you since you met him.

Amy blinked back tears. “Thanks, Mom. That means a lot to me.”

Joan wrapped her daughter in her arms and squeezed tight. “All I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy.”

“I really am.”

Joan smiled. “That’s all I need to know. Now let’s go get you married.”

[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server Log #350

“Family Reunited, Blake Goes to the Dogs, Unbreakable Mix, Lots and Lots of Legos”

[Doc] Mirabella, this is my child Yaunfen, and my mate Deerheart.

[Yaunfen] Hi!

[Mirabella] - H...  Hello

[Deer] - Doc, what's going on?

[Doc] I have a surprise for Splender, and Offender as well. She's their mom.

[Deer] - She's what?

[Offender] Roars in warning, the area around him glitching due to emp's-

[Deer] Makes a pained noise-

[Dawn] What the hell is that?

[Doc] Deerheart!

[Yaunfen] Scary noise!

[Offender] Bounds into sight, intent on destroying the threat, his eyes wide open and blazing a bright pink-

[Mirabella] Stiffens-

[Doc] Shifts to hir larger form and rears up in his way, throwing hir paws like a horse- Offender! Please stop!

[Offender] Is focused solely on the slender before him but there is a slight widening to his eyes as he suddenly skids to a halt, a familiar scent catching his attention as he glares down the other being.  He's fallen onto his hand, unable to support his own height when stretched out that far, his tendril making sharp angles to appear more dangerous-

[Mirabella] Softly- My lustful child?

[Offender] - Mother?

[Doc] Is walking gingerly hirself, hir paws hurting from the emps- fucking hell...

[Yaunfen] Is curled around Deerheart, as if to protect her-

[Mort] That was terrifying.

[Offender] - Wha...  But...  How?- Slowly his body is shifting back to it's more regular form

[Dawn] I summoned her in ritual sense. It wasn't even that hard.

[Mirabella] - My child...

[Offender] - Shit, does brother know?

[Doc] Not yet. ugh.... I was going to suprise him. But she's safe here, and I thought she might like to reconnect with you guys.

[Yaunfen] Mada? Do you want a potion?

[Doc] What I need is a drink.. that usually helps....

[Offender] - I BARELY remember her

[Mirabella] - You always played music so wonderfully

[Dawn] Blinks at Offender- He's musical?

[Yaunfen] I can get a drink! I know just who to ask! - They kiss Deerheart on the head and go rushing off-

[Mirabella] - He was most proficient at violin

[Offender] - You encouraged that

[Mort] ....

-There's a bit of grumbling from the opposite direction-

[Doc] Is flopped over like a dead possum because hir feet hurt-

[Offender] Has returned to his usual form- Shit, you barely even saw Splendy...

[Gk] Huffs into view like a parade float with Yaunfen running circles around him- Cut it out!

[Yaunfen] Hurry! Hurry!

[Dawn] Um...

[Lie] Is just grateful the emp didn't reach her-

[Blake] Starts scratching himself-

[Gk] Another Slender? - He looms over Doc and lets a whiskey bottle thump out of his inventory - Here. Looks like you'll need it.

[Mirabella] Nervously steps away from GK-

[Offender] moves closer to his mother- It's alright, he won't harm you

[Gk] Wiggles his wings a little uncertainly-

[Yaunfen] This is uncle Gk! Gk, this is Offenders mom!

[Gk] Widening smirk- I can definetly see the lack of resemblance.

[Offender] Growls- Stuff it before I shove a rose up your ass

[Gk] Touchy! Be glad you have a mom. I sure as fuck don't.

[Yaunfen] Mom's are the best! Mada's too!

[Doc] Takes a deep drink and settles down a little as xe heals-

[Deer] - Now now Yaunfen, don't brag

[Yaunfen] But they are the best! Endrea's a great mom and I bet Lie's gonna be awesome at it too!

[Lie] - We'll see...  CP's probably wondering where I am by now though...

[Yaunfen] Hey Lie! I'm getting so good at typing! Watch me! - They wiggle their claws a bunch and the words appear in the chat- Cp, Lie is at the spawn with a new doggy!

[Doc] Hic...

[CP] Just starts banging his head on the wall-

[Dawn] He's not really a dog....

[Lie] - In this game he is

[Blake] curious head cock- awwwo?

[Gk] Loafs - This should be funny.

[Offender] Reaches for his mothers hand- You must be exhausted, come on, I'll take you to Splendy's

[Mirabella] Is hesitant, but takes her child's hand, letting him guide her towards the shore. She's apprehensive, especially after just seeing his display of territorial power-

[Offender] Ducks his head a little in shame, he does feel guilty about scaring his mother like that, but his instinct had been to protect his brother.  It isn't long before Splender's colorful house comes into sight and Offender can feel Splender pacing around inside.  He flips the switch and raises the bridge for their mother and leads her across the narrow bridge.  Gently he calls out- Hey bro?

[Splender] Bursts into the entranceway in distress, not knowing what is going on- Offender!  What's going on!?  What's happening!?  Why did...   You...- He tilts his head in confusion as he see's Mirabella- Who?

[Offender] - Splendy, listen to me very carefully, this is somebody very important...

[Splender] Starts to get nervous and shakes a little- What's going on?

[Offender] - Splendy...  This is our mother

[Splender] Is silent for a moment before lunging at Offender and knocking him into the water- DON'T MAKE ME WORRY LIKE THAT!

[Offender] Laughs and wrestles with Splender a little- What are you doing you dork!  Go say hi to mom!

[Splender] Stops messing with his brother and looks up at Mirabella, he's soaked but his smile is giant as he let's out giant waves of happiness-  Hi mom!

[Mirabella] Smiles gently- My happy one, you've grown so big

[Splender] - I'm taller than him!- He points at Offender

[Offender] - Doesn't change the fact that you are the baby of the family

{Splender] Ignores his brother and leaps at Mirabella, wrapping her in a tight hug- I'm so happy to meet you!

[Mirabella] Is very much caught off guard by the hug-

[Offender] Chuckles a little at his mothers expression- You'll get used to it mother

[Splender] Talking very quickly- Omg, you have to come inside and meet my proxy!

[Mirabella] - Proxy?

[Offender] - Don't worry, we'll explain everything you want us to explain- He stands up and watches Splender eagerly lead Mirabella inside his house before following, neither of the brothers bothered by the sheer amount of water they're dragging into the house

[Lie] Stumbles back a little as the first wave of happy energy from Splender reaches the group- Whoa...

[Yaunfen] I feel... really happy!

[Doc] Sniffs curiously- Yeah... me too! But still really drunk. - Xe waves hir paws a little - The server is spinning way too fast...

[Blake] Happy drooling.

[CP] Also feels the waves and groans in annoyance and teleports to the spawn- The fuck did you do now Doc?

[Doc] Loud burp-

[Gk] Laughs - Xe got hir feet too close to an angry slender.

[CP] - I'm going to assume the angry one was Offender and why was he angry?

[Doc] Giggles- Isssa family thingie!

[Yaunfen] Hey Big Fire! The air is full of happy right now! Are you happy too?

[CP] - I can feel it, but not everyone gets effected in the same way

[Lie] Giggles a little- Don't  be such a spoil sport CP, relax a little

[CP] - Sure, once Blake stops trying to hump me whenever you're gone

[Blake] Hears his name and heads for Cp- mmmof?

[CP] - The fuck

[Lie] - His name is Blake too...

[CP] - Is he more obedient the one we currently have?

[Dawn] I guess it depends on if he likes you. He used to be a human,  and a deeply codependant one as well.

[CP] Just starts considering things while trying to ignore the fact that Lie is covered in blood-

[Lie] - CP, what's with the look?

[CP] - I winder how much we can annoy our Blake with the wolf...

[Lie] Just face palms-

[Blake] Curious head cock-

[Mort] Exchanges a look with Dawn- Do you actually want to adopt him? He's been living rough for a while and doesn't like either of us much.

[Dawn] You probably have more in common then you realize...

[Lie] - Well, I already have a bunch of wolves, so it's not as if we wouldn't be prepared for it...

[CP] - You have like thirty already Lie.  And what do you mean by that Dawn?

[Dawn] He was affected by Insanity. At least, that's my opinon after discussing the creepypasta's with Doc. He had a chrous of voices driving him and he retreated from them by dumbing himself down. He's safe as an animal and seems decently content.

[CP] - Yeah, most humans can't handle her...  But considering how many pasta's are here, he'll probably fit right in

[Blake] Tail wagging- boof.

[Dawn] Spreads her hands- Then as far as I'm concerned he's found a home. He literally came out of the jungle to interact with Lie. He's really taken a liking to her.

[CP] - I can see that, where did all the blood come from?

[Lie] - A cow

[Doc] He tore it to bits!

[Dawn] I'm sure he hadn't seen one in forever.

[Lie] - We'll he'll get plenty of steak and mutton here

[CP] - Why did you need a cow?

[Doc] a bit too loud- We did a verrry important ritual!

[Yaunfen] Mada did magick?

[Lie] - It's why Splender is so happy right now

[Doc] Rolls a little - and Offender'll have to behave now! Heheh!

[CP] - Somehow I doubt that- He scowls as he recalls what Offender had recently done

[Gk] Grins widely- You might be wrong about that...

[CP] - And just what do you mean by that?

[Yaunfen] His mom is here! She's really pretty!

[Dawn] Chuckles-

[CP] - I'm sorry, what?

[Doc] Rolls over, hir chin resting on the ground- We got their mom.

[CP] Stands silent for a moment- Nope, not dealing with this right now- Moves to pick Lie up and take her home

[Dawn] She really is nice though, Her husband seems like a real terror and she's better off hiding from him as well.

[CP] - Considering how Slender is having one of the brothers stay with Splender?  Yeah, I can imagine so

[Yaunfen] And Splender gets to see his mom, it's so cool.

[CP] - I'm sure we'll hear about it non-stop

[Doc] You shoulda seen Offenders face Cp! Came tearing over here ready to fight and fell all over himself at the sight of her. - sniggers-

[CP] - I can imagine, feeling a relatively unknown slender enter the server, any of the brothers would have reacted that way

[Dawn] Irregardless, Lie asked me to cleanse the area of the house and the bathouse where he was. If you want to lead the way, I'll do it and we'll get out of your hair.

[Doc] Scoots along the ground and gets close to Deerheart.-

[CP] - Hm?  Oh, sure- He picks Lie up, letting her continue to hold Blake's lead as he starts walking towards their home

[Deer] Feels Doc trying to sneak closer and smiles a little-

[Doc] Smootches her closer hoof-

[Yaunfen] Sneaky!

[Gk] Gets up to follow Cp and Lie-

[Deer] Laughs and rubs Doc's snout- I'll stay right here till you feel well again

[CP] Let's Lie down near the house so she can put Blake in the pen with the other wolves-

-The other wolves crowd around the fence, eager to meet their new companion-

[Blake] Eyeballs the dogs suspiciously-

[Mort] Sits on the swing-

[Lie] - Go on, they just want to say hi- She holds the gate open and shoo's the other wolves back

[Blake] Stays close to her leg instead-

[Lie] - Go on, I have to get cleaned up

[Blake] Licks her hand-

[Dawn] I told you he was co-dependant....

[Lie] Sighs- CP?

[CP] - Got it- He waits till Lie closes the gate and then picks Blake up and puts him down on the other side of the fence- Behave

[Blake] Lots of whimpers and pacing near the gate.

[Lie] - You're fine, we'll be back in a little bit

[Dawn] Is already getting her sage out- Just show me where-

[Lie] - The door right there, it leads right into the workroom...

-Some of the other wolves get close and lick at the blood, trying to clean their new packmate-

[Blake] Skitters around, trying not to be touched-

[Mort] Gets uneasy watching-

[Lie] Reaches a hand in- It's okay, they're just trying to clean you- She spawns a couple of calming flowers near the fence

[Blake] Stands against the fence making pathetic noises-

[Mort] Quietly- Don't forget he's not just what he seems to be Lie....

[Lie] - I know, but this gives him a chance to adjust a bit while we work

[Mort] Okay... just... you can talk to him like he's a person. In his own way, he's still in there someplace.

[Lie] - I'll keep that in mind

[CP] - Hey GK, feel like drinking later?

[Gk] Yup. Especially since Yaunfen hit me up for my last bottle to give to Doc.

[CP] - We got a few new things while out too

[Gk] Ohhh! Now I'm excited. And no babysitting tonight either.

[CP] - Nope

[Lie] Smiles as an older wolf with a green collar trots over to the fence- Hey Buddy

[Blake] Is making a solid attempt to dig under the fence-

[Lie] - Blake please stop, you'll let the others out

[Buddy] Is enjoying a few pets-

[Blake] Does stop but makes a whiny noise like - meeeeehhhhhh

[Lie] - You're fine, I'm right here

[Gk] Needy ass wolf....

[Dawn] Crosses the yard and heads out to the bathouse, trailing sage smoke behind her-

[Lie] Watches as Hope jumps into the window, sniffing the odd new smell in the air-

[Gk] Wrinkles his nose and makes the tiniest sneeze-

[Blake] Tries being cute instead, hoping to be let out-

[Lie] - Why don't you want to be with the others?  You've got a nice large comfy dog house full of beds and you can socialize with all the others

[Mort] He's pretty used to just running around loose, doing whatever.

[Lie] - Yeah, but I wouldn't want him getting into any of the other pens, or chasing the pets in the house...

[Blake] HUGE sad eyes-

[Lie] - Thinks about it

[CP] - I can easily take care of him if he does anything

[Lie] - But what if he goes after Beau?  Or the Vulpix's, or even Rosebud?

[Blake] Whimper whimper-

[Lie] - Do you promise not to attack any of the animals?  Or mobs for that fact?

[Mort] I don't think he knows what a mob is in this case.

[Blake] Hopeful panting-

[Lie] - Then let's put it this way, no attacking anything unless CP or I say it's okay, we have a lot of creatures around here who are friends

[Blake] Sits up really straight and attentive - boof.

[Mort] I think that's as good as you're getting. He'll probably just follow you around anyway.

[Lie] Sighs and opens the gate- Alright, but first you get a bath

[Blake] Goes running out the gate and makes a break for the pond before leaping in with a huge splash-

[Gk] Hey!

[Lie] - I MEANT IN THE BATHHOUSE!

[Blake] Doggy paddling and happy noises-

[Mort] At least he got the bath part right?

[Lie] - Yeah...

[CP] - You need to change too

[Lie] - I'm surprised at your restraint right now

[Mort] Restraint?

[Gk] She's got blood on her...

[CP] - Yeah, and she's pregnant

[Mort] Yikes....

[Blake] Hops out of the water and does a huge body shake, a lot of it lands on Gk-

[Gk] Grrrr!

[Lie] - Yeah there's some things we'll have to work on

[Blake] Happy dashing around in small circles-

[Dawn] Comes back- All done Lie.

[Lie] - Thank you Dawn, I really appreciate it.  You...  Probably saw the tree?

[Dawn] Grits her teeth- Yeah.... I'm not happy it's bigger, but I guess it's better off here where it's power is redundant anyway.

[Lie] - Run into anything else?

[Dawn] There was a very contrite looking pigman who ran from me. I didn't question it since you said you had mobs at your house.

[CP] Grumbles a little- Probably Hock

[Lie] - Is that who...?

[CP] - Yeah

[Dawn] Points in the general direction of the giant tree. - He went that way for what it's worth.

[Lie] - I'll talk to him later.  Do you want to grab some food Dawn?  It's the least I can offer

[Dawn] No, maybe another day. I'm pretty worn out.

[Lie] - Okay, do you think it's safe to go back to the island now?

[Dawn] No, it should be fine.

[Mort] Goes to stand with her.

[Blake] Stops to stare, his eyes narrowed a little at Mort-

[Lie] Focuses and creates an opening- Sorry to drop you off so far from the house

[Dawn] It's fine. Thank you Lie- The two head through.

[Blake] Comes a little closer and sniffs at the hole-

[Lie] - Come on Blake, you're staying here

[Blake] Gives a mind-shatteringly scary howl to make Mort jump on the other side-

[Lie] - Blake!

[Mort] Flips him off with a scowl-

[Blake] Innocent panting-

[CP] Rolls his eyes and shuts the opening- Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.  Ready to go GK?

- Thru the surrounding trees, the sound of soft oinking and faint grunts, mixed in with shuffling can be heard. A louder snort followed by a heavy sigh. -

[Sammn] Yes, I promise. Nothing will eat you. - more snorting oinks and a grunt. Then a faint clank of metal striking metal. -

[Sammn] Well, no one told you to follow us.

[Yaunfen] Sniffs - mama? Mada? I smell a piggy.

[Doc] Hmmm? Maybe one of Cps?

[Yaunfen] Nu uh, I smell nether stuff too. Big fire has clean piggies.

[Deer] - Did one of them get struck by lightning?

[Sammn] Go forward, go. - suddenly a small zombie pigmen stumbles as if pushed out into the open. It takes a few steps and spots the others, freezing. Sammn comes up behind.

[Sammn] Now..why did you stop?

[Deer] - Er, Sammn?  What's this?

[Sammn] This is the overly curious fellow who followed us out of the Nether. - She gently nudges them forward a step.

[HelmetPig] - snorts fearfully.

[Deer] - When did you go into the Nether?  And it's alright, I'm not going to hurt you

[Sammn] Pinwheel and myself, where looking for Crim a bit ago. We ran into this one, getting picked on by another mob. This lead to that, and ended up with one dead Wither skelly and they, well... - motions at the Pigmen's Black Skelly Helm.

[Deer] - I see...  Well he's welcome to stay here so long as he doesn't cause any trouble...

[Yaunfen] You were brave and got a cool hat too. Good for you!

[HelmetPig] - snorts softly and waves hands around rather animatedly.

[Doc] Of all the times to not have that egg on me! - sits up too fast and flops- got the spins stupid whiskey...

[Deer] - What happened to your translation egg?

[Doc] ummm, I had it in the kitchen last.... Probably left it on the counter.

[HelmetPig] - frowns, turning back to Sammn, repeating the waving.

[Yaunfen] Are we playing charades?

[Sammn] - nods - I did say they probably wouldn't understand. - to the others - They can't really talk, but the movement is words. I.... Karim taught me a version of it...

[Deer] - Karim?

[Doc] We could always grab one ofSteves bros to teach their signing?

[Sammn] - frowns - Karim.... Not this fellow. I... damn, almost. My memories are still horribly spotty, I remember bits and pieces randomly. But anyways, this fellow followed us out of the Nether and I found him.. Well, hiding from a chicken.

[Deer] - You know...  CP was able to help Zly with some of his memories by trapping him in a nightmare, maybe it might help you to?

[Yaunfen] Was it Benny? He's a mean little pecker.

[Doc] oh dear...

[HelmetPig] - shakes head and clucks softly, shaking.

[Sammn] Benny? Don't think so, it looked like a random bird. It just walked off as I got near. They have been basically sticking by me since.

[Deer] - Well maybe he can help you?

[Doc] yeah, an extra pair of hands could be helpful. And they seem really chill for an undead.

[Sammn] I dont know how, but if they want they can. Maybe they'll realize nothing will eat them. - eyes HelmetPig who sniffles at her. - I just came over to see if Doc ever got the trap.

[Deer] - Trap?

[Doc] I have not, but we should go do that

[Yaunfen] Are we going out? I want to go!

[Doc] I guess we are... - Xe shrinks down to hir normal shape and is left sitting on the ground. - You'll have to stay close to me though, okay?

[Yaunfen] Yeah!

[Deer] - I think I should stay and keep an eye on the server, there's still some twinges from Offender's outburst

[HelmetPig] - shuffles toward Sammn, who shakes her head at them -

[Sammn] No, you'll need to stay here.

[Doc] They could stay with Deerheart? Would that be okay love?

[Deer] - Absolutely

[Doc] I'm ready when you guys are then, I can pull some stuff to trade from the creative if it's needed.

[Yaunfen] I have snacks!

[Sammn] Stay here with Deerheart, she will make sure you'll be alright. - waits till HelmetPig nods and shuffles back -

[Doc] Sammn... I keep meaning to ask you, would you like me to fix your dress? Or at least get rid of the old bloodstains?

[Yaunfen] Bounces over to Deerheart and smootches her on the forehead before shifting to their child form- Can you please feed Waffles? They're asleep in my room.

[Deer] - Of course!

[Sammn] - looks are her pitifull dress - No, I have a feeling it's been like this for a very long time. I've grown used to it. Plus, I'd probably just ruin it.

[Doc] Can I at least brush off the blood? We're going to a different game, and I don't want people to run from us if possible.

[Sammn] That may be an issue. Alright, we dint need to frighten people.

[Doc] Goes around her quickly, brushing and sloghing off the red pixels so they despawn in the grass. - That's better-

[Yaunfen] lets go! Lets go!

[Doc] Makes a hole in the firewall and peeks out before motioning them to follow. It's a bit chilly in the void and xe closes the wall securely behind them- It's not far. There's lots of Ghostbuster games but I have a particular one in mind where we won't stick out too much. Plus it's a kids game so it's decently safe.

-They walk for a little while in the dark-

[Yaunfen] It's spooky out here. So quiet.

[Doc] Gestures at the various nodes- Some of themmake a little bit of noise, you just have to listen super close-

[Yaunfen] Sticks their little tongue out a bit concentrating.

-They pass by a node-

[Yaunfen] I hear people yelling...

[Doc] Probably a war game. There's quite a few of those.

[Sammn] - eyes it nervously - I would say your guess is correct. War, no matter where or when, sounds the same.

[Yaunfen] This one sounds really bleepy-

[Doc] Listens and chuckles- That's a naughty user with an emulator. Playing some old 8bit console thing on the internet.

[Yaunfen] Giggles-

[Doc] I think this is the right one- Xe opens a way inside and motions them to follow-

-Inside appears a massive room with gray idle figures all around them.  In the center is a podium with a large circular device atop with a swirl of blue and white within.  The entire podium and device seem to be made from different shapes that all fit together-

[Yaunfen] Looks kinda homey? Portals the wrong color though?

[Doc] It's just a waiting room, this game has lots of stages with wildly different enviroment areas. You ready Sammn?

[Sammn] - nods -

[Doc] Takes their hands and hops through-

-There's a swish and they seem to float mid air as different options appear beneath them, each option shaped like the portal they just jumped through and all of them named different things-

[Doc] Chooses a likely one - Umm?

[Yaunfen] Looks around- Jungle biome?

-Amidst the jungle leaves there's bars and a slight crackle of electricity.  A roar goes through the air-

[Doc] Wrong stage... it should be a cityscape?

[Sammn] - draws her knife, listening - Maybe we should move?

-There's a tromping sound and from the foliage emerges a t-rex, eyeing them down.  It starts roaring at them and as it roars, it's lower jaw simply pops off.  The dinosaur looks surprised as it tries to reach down with it's stubby little arms swinging wildly to try and grab it's jaw so it can reattach it-

[Doc] Is startled but recovers quickly- See? That's what you get for being loud and rude!

[Yaunfen] It's a red-eye! Ma showed me a picture!

[Sammn] - tries to hide her laugh - That looks most uncomfortable.

[Yaunfen] I can help! -they shift, grabbing the jaw and socking it back in place with a slightly too hard swing that makes the Rex's teeth clack a bit hard- oops!

-The t-rex shakes it's head and it takes a couple steps back before turning it's head towards a new sound coming from the forest.  The sound of an engine comes closer and a man riding a motorcycle comes flying out followed by four raptors.  He comes screeching to a halt at the sight of the t-rex-

[Man] - Nope- He quickly turns around and drives off, exploding a bush into a bunch of studs as he does so

[Sammn] - just shakes her head -

[Yaunfen] Those were light feet!

[Doc] Somebody noped hard.

[Yaunfen] You're not so big when I'm a dragon- wiggles their whiskers at the Rex- mada? Why are their arms so little?

[Doc] They're related to chickens kiddo.

[Sammn] Glad the one following me stayed behind. This would give them nightmares about killer chickens for years.

-T-rex decides to chase after the man on the bike instead-

[Yaunfen] That was silly! What are these? - is curiously picking up studs. [Doc] they're kinda like the little experience orbs. We should go anyway, this isn't even close- Xe makes a new portal and points to a close node- let's try this one

-They end up outside of a castle-

[Yaunfen]  mmmm, our home is bigger.

[Doc] This isn't right either....

-People go flying by on brooms being chased by a dragon-

[Sammn] Well, that... was rather normal at least.

[Yaunfen] Yells- hi dragon!

[Doc] Laughs- always the friendly one

-Yaunfen's yell catches the dragons attention and it turns towards them, letting out an angry yell and a stream of fire-

[Doc] Moves faster then eyes can follow, shifting and shielding them with hir own dragon shape-

[Yaunfen] Mada!

[Sammn] Don't think this one is out to make friends!

-The dragon has wickedly sharp spikes on the end of it's tail and it takes a swipe-

[Doc] Hollers at the other dragon -if you aren't friendly fuck off! -  Xe gets hit in the leg and swears

[Sammn] - tries to see past Doc's form to aim a hand at the other dragon -

Ice fulmen iniectum - A large spike of ice shoots at its general direction.

[Yaunfen] Go away or I'll chomp you!

-The dragon beats it's wings rather hard to get away from the ice-

[Doc] Throws an electrical blast in its direction-

-The dragon explodes into many studs-

[Yaunfen] It exploded! Oh no! - little tears- and mada got hurt!

[Doc] is shaking hir leg as if it's stiff- I'm healing just give me a minute

[Yaunfen] is grabbing studs- can we put them back together?!?!

-The studs suck into Yaunfen like things going into the inventory, but they don't show up in the inventory-

{Sammn] I'm not sure that is possible.

[Yaunfen] But! But.... Poor dragon....

[Doc] It's okay sweetie, I'm sure they're on respawn, this is a much more linear game then ours.

[Yaunfen] sad-

-A flock of owls pass by overhead-

[Doc] Basically has to sit and heal in hir dragon form for a few more minutes and watches them pass -

[Yaunfen] Birdies?

-They fly into the castle via numerous windows-

[Sammn] - looks around - Why am I getting a bad feeling about this place?

[Doc] Seems like basic stuff, just another game.  At least I don't hear any gunfire.

[Yaunfen] So is it just a big birdhouse?

[Doc] The people on the brooms are probably glad we stopped the dragon.

[Yaunfen] poor dragon...

-A bell tolls from inside the castle and what appears to be students file out, heading for different buildings-

[Yaunfen] Takes a defensive pose in front of the bigger dragon - there are so many people!

[Doc] I think they're kids

[Doc] is flicking hir tail and keeping an eye out for anyone who might look threatening or try to get close

-The students don't even notice them-

[Sammn] - watches the kids, then stares at the castle - Hum, that might be why?

[Doc] must be background npcs

[Sammn] Not the children, rather the castle. There is magic leaking out of the place. - does a full body shake -

-A few ghosts seem to be leading a few students to their next class-

[Doc] Well a game with people on flying brooms is probably fantasy themed.

[Yaunfen] Sneaks over and pokes a kid with their tail tip- hello?

[Kid] Turns and makes an incoherent noise while waving-

[Yaunfen] Squeaks at them in suprise-

[Kid] Still waving-

[Doc] It's okay Yaunfen. They just have really simple programming.

[Kid] Stiiiiiiiiill waving-

[Yaunfen] weird. They wave a paw back

[Sammn] - watches - Must be, they aren't making much sense.

-It's noticeable that nobody is actually saying any words, just vague noises-

[Doc] Hey wait! Sammn didn't you say you needed some supplies to do magick? Maybe we can find something here?

[Sammn] Aye, I made do for most of it, but some things I wasn't able to find decent replacements.

[Doc] if these are students that means classrooms. And that's a place to find blackboards and chalk!

[Yaunfen] are we going to sneak in?

[Sammn} I can make us invisible for a short while, but it would be best to get closer first.

[Doc] Checks hir leg- nah, I'm good to go and these guys are out to lunch. -Xe shrinks down- you need to be small too Yaunfen [Yaunfen] Yes mada. [Doc] just focus on looking confident and keep an eye out for players.

[Yaunfen] Notices that the kids are carrying sticks and takes a piece of sugarcane out to carry-

[Sammn] - follows behind, keeping an eye out -

-The doors swing open for them and there are just characters standing about and studs along most walls to be gathered-

[Sammn] -reaches out to collect a few - What are these things?

[Doc] I think they're just for score.

[Yaunfen] I keep picking them up, but I don't have them????

[TLOT] Looks around at the kitchen. - Mix, I'm sorry I couldn't move your block for you. But the kitchen looks nice.

[Steve] Puts a little coal in the furnace to get it going and warm the room a bit- It's not so noticable with the black blocks in the floor.

[TLOT] And raising the ceiling makes it nice and roomy. -

-There's a wave of energy as the happiness pulses outward from Splendor-

[TLOT] What in the world....?

[Mix] Ah it's fine, this room was due for a makeover anyway-- Oooo! That's a nice feeling...

[TLOT] True that. I wonder what's going on?

[Steve] We should go look, Mix? You want to come?

[TLOT] Hunts around mentally for someone closer  to the house- Hey Buff? Can we tp to you?

[Mix] Sure, I'm game!

[Buff] Just punching trees, go ahead!

[TLOT] Tps himself, Steve and Mix into the bit of forest beside the koi pond-

[Buff] Is shirtless and knocking down trees to replant- Hey guys!

[TLOT] Just kinda shakes his head - did you feel that earlier?

[Buff] feel what?

[TLOT] Nevermind.

[Mix] -Looks around before smiling at Buff-

[Buff] Preens just slightly and smiles back-

[Steve] Come on, let's go! - pulls on TLOT a little and they head towards Splendor's house-

[Mix] -Waves before following Steve and TLOT-

[Splender] Is still giving off waves of happy energy-

[Ringleader] Is waiting on the shore-

[TLOT] Waves- Hey Ringleader - this is our friend Mix.

[Steve] She's another Herobrine- teeny wink at Mix-

[Ringleader] - Hi!  I'm guessing your here because of Splender's waves?

[TLOT] Yes, it's pretty intense. Did he have some kind of epic play session with the kids on my seed?

[Ringleader] - No actually, a...  Relative was brought onto the seed

[Mix] -Small smile at Steve's words before scooting up close to them- A relative?

[Steve] Looks slightly nervous- Another Slender? I thought Offender was still here?

[TLOT] Yeah, I didn't see him sign out on the chat.

[Ringleader] - yeah, Offender is still here, but Doc worked some magic with Dawn and, well, was able to retrieve their mother

[Mix] Is that good or bad?

[Mix] Is their mom a nice lady?

[TLOT] Their MOTHER???

[Steve] Awww.

[Ringleader] - So far she seems nice, really nervous though.  But Splendy is happy

[TLOT] I can tell.... Does Deerheart know?

[Ringleader] - I'm assuming so

[Steve] Is she super tall????

[Ringleader] - Well she is a slender being...

[Steve] Neat!!! And scary.

[TLOT] I'm having a thought, is Offender busy? Can we talk to him for a sec?

[Ringleader] - You can check, but I've got a bit of a headache from Splendy at the moment

[TLOT] You should go for a walk then. You've still got plenty of daylight.

[Ringleader] - Yeah, sounds like a good idea...

[Steve] Have fun!

[TLOT] Raises the bridge and walks across before peeking in-

[Mirabella] Is sitting on Splender's bed as he excitedly tells her things while Offender is laying on top of some trunks-

[TLOT] waves to Offender and crooks a finger at him-

[Offender] Spots them and slinks towards the door, knowing the other two are distracted- Yeah?  What is it?

[TLOT] I have a small challenge for you.

[Steve] You do?

[TLOT] Motions for him to come outside-

[Offender] Steps out- What is it?

[Mix] Holy fuck he's tall

[TLOT] Nudges Mix- Show him that thing you made. See if he can put any dents in it, or if he's seen anything like it before.

[Mix] Uhhh... Okay. But I.. don't know if It's okay to just plant one here?? -Slight hesitant look but she's already got dark hued energy forming around her hands-

[Offender] - What is it?

[TLOT] Can you just not set it down?

[Mix] It's.. A mostly unbreakable block. And sure that works too! -She wiggles her hands before the inky black cube forms between her palms-

[Offender] Looks at it and makes a noise of contemplation.  He reaches fopr it and begins trying to pry a piece off-

-The block is resistant, it does not want to give up anything without a fight-

[Offender] Lets his fingers sharpen into near claws as he digs them into the block-

-It's still pretty resistant, but Offender is having an affect on it!-

[Mix] See! It's really strong.

[Offender] Notes a bit of a cracking sound- Almost...

-With a bit of splintering, a hunk tears off into Offenders hand!-

[Offender] - ...  Is it edible?

[Mix] I.. don't know? But you're welcome to find out?

[Steve] Won't it just sit in your stomach like a .... rock?

[TLOT] Okay even I wouldn't have tried to eat it....

[Offender] I don't think I even have a stomach...- Shrugs and tosses it right into his mouth

[Steve] Winces like Offender might explode or belch smoke or something-

[Offender] - Crunchy

[Mix] Not the weirdest thing.

[Mix] If you get sick from that, it's not my fault! -Awkwardly stuffs block into her inventory-

[Offender] - Can't get sick, not possible

[Steve] So.... your mom is here? I thought your dad was... trying to ...

[TLOT] Is she on our side?

[Offender] - She's in hiding, like Splender.  Our dad...  Well you can probably guess what he's done to her

[TLOT] Bristles- I can imagine- He's thinking of his own torment and it shows-

[Steve] Pats his arm supportively-

[Offender] - Yeah, I'm just letting Splendy work his magic to make her feel comfortable for now

[Mix] -Pat pat TLOT-

[TLOT] Thank you both. - he takes a steadying breath- He's working his magick on everyone, it's coming off of him like the sun in the desert.

[Offender] - Almost nauseating...

[TLOT] Well I'd like to meet her when she's calmed down, and I'll add my own calm to the air in the meantime.

[Offender] - It might be a few days, she's pretty skittish...

[Steve] Hey Mix... didn't you want to do something tribal with me?

[TLOT] Gives Mix a pointed look- I understand

[Mix] Uhh

[Mix] I'll get back to you on that? I do need a bit of prepwork before I can throw you into it.

[Steve] Oh, okay! I hope they don't cause too much trouble playing ball in the meantime.

[TLOT] Whispers to Offender- He taught a bunch of velociraptors how to play scoccer. -shakes his head- I love him so much.

[Offender] Chuckles at the thought-

[Mix] Ah no, that's actually great. It's better than them laying around all over my front yarn. The beach was more lightfoot than sand.

[Steve] Blink- blink- That's a great idea!!! But... awww, I broke one of my needles...

[TLOT] He's two steps ahead of you Mix, don't fret over it.

[Mix] Yard. I meant yard. I haven't slept in a few days.

[TLOT]  Takes a few steps to the shore and breaks off a sugarcane to make a new needle. -That's okay.

[Mix] It's been a rough few days. I made the thing in the kitchen and spent most of the next two trying to destroy it.

[Steve] Take it and immediately starts kitting in tiny squares-

[TLOT] I'm sure Alexis and Stevie are similarly frustrated with him leaving ice everywhere. It's hard learning new powers.

[Steve] Already has something with little green blotches on it, upon closer examination they're revealed to be very pixelated raptors on a pale yellow field.

[TLOT] Raptors in the yard, raptors in the yarn, I get it.

[Mix] They're cute!

[Steve] Looks proud as punch and works it out into a decent sized lap blanket-

[TLOT] Amazing.

[Steve] Bites off the last strand and knots it before putting it around Mix's shoulders- There you go!

-Soft Mix gasp! -

[Mix] i love it!  

[cyberpiratestarlight]

A destiny set in fire

'It's almost done,' Azula said out loud, looking at the construction in front of her. She had never seen a building that looked like the one before her - and for good reason.

The sky had that beautiful, orange colour that made the entire world seem softer and more at peace. Azula had come to love it. She was a Firebender and she loved and worshipped the sun - but she felt that when the sun left them, it was the most spectaculair sight of the day. They often watched together as the sky above them became darker and the stars appeared.

In the capital of the Fire Nation, there was always a lot of light - fire in abundance. Even though the Sun Warriors existed of mostly firebenders as well, it was completely dark at night. No lights were allowed outside of the buildings. At first she had thought it was proof they were behind the more civilized mainland, but she had quickly realised she was wrong.

Without any fire present to outshine the stars, the night sky told so many story that had been hidden from her when she left the capital. The warriors had taught her the meaning of the stars, their movements and the positions of the celestial body's. Azula had even learned to admire the moon - her presence on those nights filled her with a sense of calm. Peace - a feeling she hadn't known for so long.

'I think we should be heading back,' Wu Lan said.

'Why?' Azula asked teasingly. 'Are you afraid of the dark, Wu Lan?'

Wu Lan huffed, quickly producing a small flame she carried in the palm of her hand. 'I'm a daughter of the sun and the light. I'm not afraid of darkness. But still, I don't see why we should be out here at this time.'

'I… have a feeling,' Azula said. She looked at the volcano in the center of the island. 'Since a few days - and I can't ignore it anymore. You don't have to follow me, but I'm going to the volcano.'

'Feeling?' Wu Lan repeated.

'I can sense the presence of… it isn't exactly fire, but it feels the same way.'

Wu Lan frowned. 'Do you think the volcano is about to erupt?'

She seemed worried.

Azula shrugged. 'I don't know. That's why I want to go there.' Wu Lan didn't protest anymore, realizing the importance of Azula's mission. She couldn't sense the feeling, but she knew Azula was a powerful bender and she trusted her instincts.

It wasn't an easy task to reach the volcano. Plants tugged at their long robes and loose pants. There was no path, so they had to climb over obstacles and duck for low hanging branches. They had their fire to make sure they could see where they were going, but at the same time they had to make sure not to set something on fire.

It was after midnight when they reached the foot of the volcano. 'Stay here,' Azula commanded. She had only been with the warriors for a few months. It had been hard to live here at first - right now, she had come to love the routine of their days. It gave her a sense of purpose and a sense of belonging. She wasn't alone anymore. But she still had some of her old mannerisms left. Her authoritarian tone being one of them.

Azula jumped, using her fire to propel herself. Wu Lan expected her to climb the volcano completely, but she didn't. Only half way, she suddenly stopped and then seemed to disappear.

Wu Lan's eyes widened in suprise.

Azula used her flames to watch where she was going. The floor of the cave was oneven and she had to control her footing to make sure she wouldn't injure herself. The force that pulled her was here, she knew it. A part of her wondered if it was her madness that had driven her here. She hadn't seen visions of her mother in months, but she couldn't be sure.

Azula wanted to ask if anyone could hear her, but she knew that was stupid. So instead, she kept walking. The sensation grew stronger.

Only a couple of meters…

Azula heard a hissing sound. She frowned and stopped walking, outstretching with her hand with her fire to be able to see in the distance.

Her breath caught in her throat.

A dragon, a real dragon, was sitting there. She was trying to shield something from Azula - something that appeared to be three small dragons. Her children?

'No… this can't be real,' Azula muttered. 'I'm going crazy, aren't I?'

Again? she thought.

She blinked a couple of times, but the dragons didn't disappear.

'If you were real, you would've attacked me,' she argued. 'So you're not real. This… this is in my mind.'

She shook her head, taking a few steps backward. 'No.'

She had to force herself to focus again. When she looked at the dragon, she noticed the poor animal was injured.

'Are you real?' she asked the animal.

The dragon seemed to look at her. Great, even the dragon thought she was crazy.

'If you're real… I can help you.'

Why was she talking at her illusion? Was it because some part of her didn't want to believe it was an illusion?

Azula hesitated, but she took a few steps towards the dragon anyway. The animal hissed, her eyes fixated on Azula.

'Look, I'm just like you,' Azula said. 'I'm a Firebender. And I'm a warrior of the sun. We protect the last dragons… you can trust me.'

The dragon didn't make more sounds when she came closer. She didn't even have the strength to move away. She was tired, and hurt.

Azula carefully stretched her hand. If she couldn't feel the dragon, she would know it was fake. She just had to feel its scales, then she would know it wasn't a production of her own imagination.

The dragon didn't blow fire at her when Azula touched her. She could feel the dragon. The cold, polished scales. The heat unterneath it - heat that seemed to be dangerously weak.

It took Azula few seconds to process what had just happened.

'Let me help you,' she said. 'Come with me - we all want to help you. No one will hurt you - we'll protect you and heal you. I promise.'

The dragon looked at her. Azula could feel her distrust. The only reason she hadn't been roasted yet was the dragon's worrisome state.

Since her arrival on the island, Azula had learned a lot about dragons. About the history they had with humans - how they picked one rider for the rest of their lives, how they could form bonds…

Azula breathed softly before placing her hand on the dragon's forehead. It was as if she touched the force that had been pulling her here. It was fire, but it also wasn't… it was the dragon's chi, pulsing through her body.

Azula could sense it.

'You and I - we're not so different,' she said. 'I used to mistrust everyone as well. And I was alone, with no one to protect me. I had too much on my plate as well - you have to take care of three little dragons on your own, I was crowed Fire Lord at the age of fourteen. Granted, it was an empty title… and it wasn't the title that meant so much to me. I only wanted to prove myself to my father.'

She bit her lip.

'Coming here changed everything.'

She shook her head, trying to get rid of these annoying tears that threatened to fall on her cheeks. 'Come with me,' she whispered. 'You and your children can't stay in this cave forever. My people will help you.'

She knew dragons were intelligent, but she didn't know if the mother had understood all her words.

To her surprise, the dragon seemed to bow her head.

'You trust me then?' Azula asked.

The dragon didn't move - but her eyes glanced at Azula.

'A wise decision. I will help you. I won't leave you alone. Come with me.'

The baby dragons walked after their mom as they left the cave. All four of them seemed too weak to fly. Not surprising, Azula thought. The mother probably was too weak to hunt for them.

'It will be a long time before the sun sets again - but you'll be safe before that.'

Wu Len's eyes widened whenl she saw the dragons. Her mouth fell open. 'I… don't… are those dragons?' she asked weakly.

'Yes,' Azula responded.

'Did you… are they the fire you sensed?'

'Apparently,' Azula said.

Wu Lan looked at her with big eyes. 'That's… that's… unheard of for centuries.' Azula frowned, not understanding what she meant, but quickly deciding it wasn't important. 'We need to get them to safety. Hurry towards the temples and warn everyone. I'll make sure they stay safe and warm.'

She looked at the dragons again after Wu Len had left. 'They'll come up with a solution… you won't be able to travel the forest like this.'

The dragon looked at her.

'I can provide heat,' Azula continued.

The dragon bowed her head as if she gave permission.

Azula let a fire appear in her hands, small at first to make sure she wouldn't scare the dragons. The dragon made a small sound and her children hesitantly moved towards Azula, but after a few seconds, as they realised she wasn't going to hurt them, they basked in the heat of her flames.

'Don't worry,' Azula said. 'You'll be safe.' She kneeled so that the flames were closer to the small dragons.

She looked at the mother dragon. 'Do you… do you have a name?'

The dragon looked at her before shaking her head.

'I'll just call you mother-dragon then,' Azula said. 'If that's alright with you.' Even though the dragon couldn't speak, Azula knew she approved.

She had been taught that the killing of the dragons was something to be proud of. It was a part of the 'glorious history of the Fire Nation' that had started with the genocide of the Air Nomads.

Coming here, Azula had learned it had been wrong. She had learned and she understood why it was wrong. But there's a difference between knowing something and feeling it. Now, for the first time, Azula felt with her whole being that it was wrong what her anceistors had done.

Shame filled her.

One of the small dragons placed his head on her upper leg, seeking her warmth. Looking down on the small creature, Azula realised she wasn't her ancestors. She wasn't them, she wasn't defined by them nor was she guilty for their crimes.

'I will protect you,' she told the dragons again. 'Don't you worry - from now on, you'll be safe.' She hesitated for a few moments. 'Trust me.'

'Azula?'

The voice was hesitant, barely more than a whisper. It had been more than ten years since he had last seen her.

Azula turned around. If she was surprised, she didn't show it. A small smirk appeared around her lips. 'Zuzu,' she said, but the word wasn't laced with the venom it used to have.

She had changed - but in some ways, she was the same as well.

'It's almost done, they told me,' Zuko said.

Azula nodded. 'I hope they'll find a great home here.'

The dragon refuge was enormous. It was big enough for six dragons - who could leave any time they wanted.

Azula had made the design herself. She was the only person the dragons listened to - and on the subject of dragons, she was the only person in the world who had any experience.

She had made sure dragons would never be slaves again.

'It has been a long time,' Zuko said.

Azula nodded. 'It has been, brother. Things have changed.' She looked at him. 'I've heard great things about you, Zuko.'

He had never expected to hear words of praise from his sister - and he almost blushed, surprised and glad at the same time.

'It seems you've found your destiny,' Azula continued. She started to laugh. 'Look at that - I'm going to sound like uncle. The warriors got to me.'

'It seems you've found your destiny as well,' Zuko said.

Azula nodded. 'I've always thought it was my destiny to become Fire Lord - but that was only because father had picked that destiny for me. This one - well, I didn't entirely pick it for myself - maybe the spirits picked it for me. It's way better than being firelord.'

She smiled to soften her words, even though Zuko knew she meant them.

'You're quite the talk in the Fire Nation,' Zuko said.

Azula smiled. 'Is that so?'

'My ministers keep pressuring me to invite you.'

'Yet you never did.'

There was a silence only Zuko seemed to find awkward. Azula had found a new sort of grace. She still controlled the situation - not because she manipulated it, but because she controlled herself.

'I was scared,' Zuko admitted. 'Being Firelord… it isn't easy.'

'I can imagine.'

'I was afraid people would rally behind you.'

Azula laughed. 'I don't want the crown anymore, Zuko. I told you, I have found my own destiny. Being the Dragon-Princess is a title that suits me better.'

Zuko hesitated. 'Will you come back?'

Azula hesitated as well. 'My dragons are my number one concern, Zuko. The capital isn't ready for them just yet.'

Zuko nodded.

'Azula?'

'Yes?'

'We're not enemies anymore, are we?'

She smiled. 'Of course not, dumdum.'

Her old insult for him made Zuko smile.

'Is there a chance we'll be family again?'

Azula turned her back on the building. 'I'm not sure,' she said. 'You left me alone, all those years ago… and I've found myself a new family. Not only my dragons, but the other warriors as well.'

Her words stung. 'I should've… I should've done better.'

'Don't beat yourself up,' Azula said. 'In the end, I turned out fine, didn't I?'

Zuko nodded and smiled.

'Maybe, one day, we can be a real family again,' Azula said.

Zuko nodded. 'I'd like that.'

Azula turned back to watch her project again. 'How's Mai doing?'

'Good… we're married, actually.'

'I know, Zuko. We chose to live away from society, but we're not completely cut off.'

Zuko smiled sheepishly.

'It's almost finished,' Azula suddenly said. 'The first dragons to return, Zuko. Away from the island of the sun warriors. The first to return home.'

'Thanks to you,' Zuko said.

Azula smiled. She had always thought her prodigual skills had been proof she were better than Zuko - proof she would have to be Firelord in his place.

Instead, they turned out to be a gift for a whole other reason. They had allowed her the find those dragons, who would certainly have died in that cave if she hadn't found them, starved for food.

'In the end, it all makes sense,' Azula said.

'How do you mean?' Zuko asked.

'If things had been different… we wouldn't be where we are today. And I think we both agree you and I are exactly where we are supposed to be.'

She smiled. 'It's finished,' she declared after the last panel had been placed.

'Congratulations.'

She looked at her brother again. 'I need to get the other dragons - they have to inspect here new home.'

Zuko smiled. 'Tell them I said hi.'

Azula laughed at his silly joke. 'Tell uncle to bring some of his tea, the next time he visits me. No one makes a good blend quite like he does.'

'Maybe I'll join him next time he visits you,' Zuko said.

'I'd like that,' Azula responded.

'Aang would like to visit you as well,' Zuko said. 'He has told me years ago… but I think he's still, well, you know…'

Azula laughed out loud - something Zuko hadn't caught her doing since she was a child. 'It's good to know the Avatar still fears me,' she said. 'Tell him I've only grown worse - and that I have a small army of dragons, ready to fry everyone who displeases me.'

Zuko smiled at her playful tone. 'I'll tell him that.'

There was silence, thick with both nostalgia and hope. Azula eventually stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Zuko's waist.

'I'll see you soon, brother,' she said.

Zuko nodded.

'I'm proud of you,' she added. 'You make a great Fire Lord.'

The first dragon warrior since ages smiled at her brother before she whistled. Zuko had to resist the urge to jump back as a huge dragon appeared.

'Mama-dragon, you ready?' Azula asked. It wasn't the official name for her dragon - but a little joke between them.

She looked at Zuko. 'I would invite you for a ride… but you seem a little scared already.'

'I… one day,' Zuko said.

Azula chuckled.

No, she hadn't completely changed, Zuko thought as he watched her. She still had the posture of a princess, sitting on her dragon, her back straight. Even though her clothes were completely in the style of the Sun Warriors, she still wore her hair in the traditional Fire Nation half-bun.

But she had changed as well. She had found a goal in life - a destiny, if you wanted to call it that.

Maybe she had been right when she said everything had sense. Maybe everything had happened for a reason.

He had once thought his sister was lost forever.

He now watched her fly away on her dragon, away from the first completed dragonhome in more than a century.

Maybe miracles did exist.

Maybe they had made them for themselves.

I’m planning a longer version of this fic on fanfiction.net , so if you like this idea, make sure to find me!

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My loneliness is killing you (Vatya) /Part 3/ - Polly

Authors note: Part 3 of the fic nobody asked for! Fun Fact: The way they travel they’d spend 65k on getting there (Private Jet from NYC to Aspen for 8 people) This chapter doesn’t have an ‚after‘ part. Also, we’re on a lighter note for this chapter. And I got so invested in this fic, there’s gonna be quite a few more parts wether you want it or not. (Sorry) So anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy. xx

Summary: Katya and Violet are trophy wives that catch feelings for each other but wont go down without the money so they kill their rich husbands. LESBIAN AU

Part 1// Part 2

TW: implied abuse

Before

Violet exited the Jet and stretched. She still didn’t understand why they had to take two different small jets instead of a big one. She had hoped that one of the men would’ve been able to get the big company jet for their trip so that they could all take the same flight. Well, technically she had only hoped that she would’ve been on the same flight as Katya but she had not been so lucky.

Katya, David and some of their friends had already flown to Aspen in the morning. So instead of getting to look at Katya, Violet had to listen to Maureen and Lilian talking about how incompetent their help was and how divine the appetizer at the last luncheon were. She had only been part of this world for less than a year but she was sure that she would never understand why the women talked like that.

They arrived at the house that they had rented for the duration of their stay. Christian’s college Craig owned his own villa in Aspen which was were some of the other couples stayed while the rest of them had rented one. Violet wasn’t entirely sure but if she had listened correctly while the men were talking, Katya and David would be staying in the same villa as Christian and Violet and unfortunately also Lilian, Maureen and their husbands.

They took their rented cars to get to the villa and Violet couldn’t suppress her smile when Katya opened the door for them once they arrived. So far Violet had only seen her in heavy make up and fancy dresses but now she was wearing simple jeans and a cashmere sweater with her hair tied up and her face almost completely free of make up. She looked beautiful nonetheless.

Violet stood at the side while the others were greeting Katya and David. Once they were done and started looking around the house, Violet finally approached Katya. Much to her surprise, Katya pulled her into a hug. Violet felt herself stiffen, it had been months since she had been hugged by anyone besides her hair stylist Courtney. Slowly Violet wrapped her arms around Katya too. Her body was warm and she smelled faintly like washing powder and shampoo and Violet felt herself relax. She had met Lilian and Maureen countless times by now and yet they still greeted her with air kisses while standing a meter away from her. People in their circles barely ever touched each other and Violet had a hard time coming to terms with their cold behavior. But Katya was different. She rested her head on Violet’s shoulder for a moment before letting go of her. Katya smiled at her and pushed some of Violet’s hair out of her face before she took a small step away from her.

Violet smiled back at her. “So how’s the villa?“

Katya rolled her eyes. “You know, the usual.“ She looked Violet up and down before wiggling her eyebrows in an exaggerated way. “But this one has a hot tub. Want me to show you?“

Violet was still not sure how serious Katya was with all this flirting but some part of her told her that it couldn’t all be joke. And while she was intrigued and fascinated by Katya she mainly was confused. Katya hugged her and talked to her like they had know each other for a long time and were the best of friends but then she would sit across from Violet and look at her with dark eyes and a sly smile on her face. Violet usually knew when people were flirting with her which was what made her somewhat confident that Katya was doing exactly that. But then Katya was also married and apparently bored so maybe she was playing mind games with Violet to keep herself entertained. If playing mind games was her intention, it definitely worked. Violet had been thinking about why Katya had insisted on her coming for most of the flight; well if she was being really honest with herself she had been thinking about it ever since Christian had told her last week. Violet sighed and started following Katya who had begun to walk upstairs towards where Violet assumed the balcony with the hot tub was. While Violet was walking up the stairs she had a perfect view of Katya’s ass and was enjoying it until Katya turned around and caught Violet’s line of sight and chuckled lightly to herself. Violet felt herself blush and was glad when they reached the balcony a few moments later. Katya opened the door and when both stepped outside they couldn’t hear the laughing coming from somewhere downstairs anymore. Violet took a few steps towards the railing and looked at the mountains in the distance. The moon was shining onto them and the whole scenery looked beautiful. She felt Katya standing next to her, her arm slightly touching Violet’s, and the both of them just looked into the distance for a moment that seemed to stretch on forever.

“It’s so peaceful,“ Katya finally spoke up.

“Imagine you would be living here. It must feel so free.“ Katya didn’t answer her so Violet turned towards her. She was still looking ahead with a facial expression so sad it made Violet feel sick to her stomach. She cleared her throat and started walking towards the hot tub.

“So, the hot tub is quite big, huh?“ Violet sounded like an idiot pointing it out but she was desperate to say anything just to get that expression off of Katya’s face. But she was still staring ahead. Violet began walking towards her again and put a hand on her arm. At that Katya flinched away vigorously and Violet took a suprised step back.

Katya smiled at her apologetic after a moment. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.“ Her laugh sounded shaky and it made Violet’s stomach sink.

“It’s alright, I shouldn’t have been sneaking up on you.“ Violet let out a laugh that sounded fake. She looked at Katya concerned. That reaction had been a bit intense and Violet had an unsettling suspicion what it was about. She started moving towards Katya again. Before she reached her though, Katya walked past her towards the hot tub and started explaining the different settings. Violet sighed but decided to let it go and started to walk towards the hot tub again.

Once Violet had reached her, Katya was pressing her side into Violet’s and Violet felt her heartbeat getting faster again.

“Why did you say you want me here?“ Violet blurted out before turning to Katya who’s face was closer than Violet would’ve thought. Katya just stared back at her confused for a few moments before breaking out into a smile.

“You know why,“ Katya said with the smile still on her face and she was so close, Violet could feel her hot breath on her own face. Katya’s breath smelled like cinnamon and Violet absentmindedly wondered if she would taste like cinnamon too. She helplessly blinked at Katya a few times before she could answer.

“Do I?“ Violet asked unsure and hated herself for sounding so small.

Katya just nodded before her eyes drifted to Violet’s lips and she started to lean in. Violet closed her eyes and felt Katya’s lips onto hers a moment later. She had been right, she did taste like cinnamon. The kiss started out soft and sweet and Violet couldn’t help but smile into it and felt Katya do the same. She pulled her closer and let one of her hands rest around her waist while the other rested at the back of her neck, feeling Katya’s soft hair there. Katya’s hand moved to Violet’s jaw and grabbed her face while her other hand was around Violet’s hip. Katya started pushing against her hip so Violet started walking backwards until her back hit the wall. The wall was cold on her back and Katya’s body was radiating with heat and the mixture made Violet’s mind foggy. Katya was pressing against her again and Violet felt her open her mouth and did the same, their tongues wrestling for dominance. Katya’s chest was on Violet’s and she was sure that she felt her heart beating just as fast and hard as her own. Violet softly bit into Katya’s bottom lip and felt her gasp in suprise.

“Naughty,“ Katya whispered against Violet’s lips before she grabbed onto her face tightly again and let her tongue play with Violet’s, both of their movements now with more urgency. Violet moved her hands up and down Katya’s body, their kiss almost becoming violent with lust.

Violet suddenly heard giggling close to them and pushed Katya off of her. She could make out Lilian’s and Maureen’s voices coming up the stairs and looked back at Katya with wide eyes. “Your hair,“ Katya said quietly and Violet moved her hands to her hair to smooth it out while walking back towards the hot tub with Katya following her.

“Those jets are amazing for massages,“ Katya said loudly just when Maureen and Lilian had reached the door.

“Oh, you’re both here. How lovely,“ Maureen said in a cutesy voice while giving them a fake smile.

“We only just now realized that you weren’t there with all of us so we were worried and decided to go and look for you,“ Lilian spoke up an expression and tone almost identical to Maureen’s. Violet and Katya exchanged a look.

“Violet said that she needed some fresh air so I brought her here and showed her the hot tub,“ Katya explained with a slight shoulder shrug.

„Oh and what a lovely tub that is!“ Maureen exclaimed excitedly while she started walking towards it with Lilian following her suit.

Violet felt herself relax, they didn’t seem to have any clue of what had just happened. But then again, neither did Violet. Though she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face when Katya squeezed her hand for only a second while they all made their way downstairs a few minutes later.

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Knock Hard Life / Pt. 4

Bucky Barnes x reader

Being the new one is always problematic. Being the new one while thirsting over a new companion is even more problematic, especially when he shows no interest at all towards you.

Warnings: slight smut (blink and you'll miss it), Angst

A/N: The next part will be the last one sooo hope you enjoy this!

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5

The following night was rough. You've been tossing your body around the sheets for at least 3 hours resisting to fall asleep. You sighed heavily, sitting up and rubbing your palms over your face. Since you moved you always slept perfectly, the comfiness of the mattress lulling you to sleep easily. But even the softest sheets didn't bring you to doze off.

You turned on your bedsite lamp, picking up your favorite book from its place on the nightstand. Maybe this would help you to get a little sleepy. Making yourself comfortable against the headbord you started reading, almost immediately feeling in your own little world where only you and the story the pages infront of you pictured existed. You had no idea for long how you've been reading until a noise ripped you out of your trance, making you flinch. It was a knock at your door. Confused, you looked at the clock. 2:26 am. "Come in." You called, closing the book on your lap, still suspicious why someone would be up this time. Your features softened when a nervous looking Bucky took a step in your room. He wore a grey shirt to his sweatpants this time. Sadly.

"What's up Buck?" You asked, puzzled why he kept his gaze at the floor. You really thought he was finally over the 'I won't look at you' phase. "'M sorry for bothering you." He murmured, something lingering in his voice that you couldn't quite name. You crossed your leg under your blanket to sit up straighter, putting your book back on your nightstand. "You're not bothering. What's wrong?" He run a hand through his hair, his gaze still on his feet which were nervously scratching your grey carpet. "I normally go to Steve with stuff like this but...I walked by and your lights were on, and the talk we had in the kitchen was nice, so i thought... i don't know, if you want to...maybe I shouldn't have come..." He was unbelievably adorable when he was all nervous, but you really wanted him to form his thoughts into proper sentences. "If you want to talk, we can." That's when his gaze finally lifted from his feet to you. His eyes were a little puffy and red, the usual sparkling blue in his eyes turned to a cloudy grey. You gave him a sad smile, shifting a little to the side, petting the sheet to your left, telling him to sit down. He walked over to your bed slowly, sitting at the edge of the mattress. You giggled at his actions, making him throw a confused look at you. "You can sit on the bed normally, you know? You don't have to keep yourself so far from me." He only nodded, carefully taking his place beside you, making himself comfortable against the headboard as well. "Great. Now, talk." He took a breath before speaking. He told you about the nightmares he had for years, flashbacks of his years as The Winter Soldier, completely under another persons control. He talked about how the dreams where always different yet the same. Sometimes he would get pictured flashbacks of missions, the feared faces of people around him. Other times eveything would be a blurry imagine, but he heard the screaming, yelling, gunshots. And rarely he could feel the pain he went through everytime they messed with his brain, he even heard his own suffering screams.

You only looked at him while he talked, not saying anything. You wanted him to talk without being interrupted. When he finished you took all your confidence, carefully putting your hand in his flesh one, squeezing it lightly. He gave you a little confused look but didn't pull away. "I can never imagine the way you have to feel. It has to be absolutely horrific to be reminded of the things those bastards forced you to." You gave him a heart warming smile. "But you have to remember one thing. You're still here. You've made it through all of that and now you're here, being one of the toughest fighters the world has ever seen, with a group of friends everyone would love to have." He smiled brightly at your words, carefully squeezing your hand which still remained in his. "You're even better at these speeches than Steve." You both chuckled at that. The sound of his laugh spread warmth in your belly, it was such a beautiful thing to hear. You decided to be even bolder, shifting a little closer to him to lean your head on his shoulder. You felt him lightly tense again, his metal arm stirring lightly, but he relaxed soon after, making you sigh in relieve. None of you said anything, just enjoying each others company. You wanted to stay like this forever, the peaceful silence, the warmth of Buckys Hand around your own combined with the scent of him making your eyelids feel heavier by the second.

Bucky was the first to talk again. "Thank you, for all this. I hate bugging Steve all the time, waking him up and stuff, even if he says it's okay i still feel bad." You slightly nodded, you completely understood him. "I have to thank as well. You finally make me feel sleepy." You lifted your head from his shoulder to look at your alarm clock. 3:19 am. You really talked for almost an hour. You felt Bucky shift, his hand about to leave yours. "Maybe I should go then. But really, it was n-" "Wait." He stopped his movements, watching your face while you felt it going red. God you sounded really desperate there. "Y-You can stay if you want. You often stay at Steves as well right?" His eyebrows furrowed together in question. "How do you..." "Steve told me." You admitted. His face dropped a little, making it your turn to give him a questioned look. His gaze falling to his hand still intertwined with yours. "So you knew all of this and still had me explain it?" "No, no, i didn't know!" You instantly protested, fearing he might get mad at you for putting him through the misery of remembering all his dreams. You softly squeezed his hand, signaling him to look at you instead. His gaze met yours, a hurt expression on his face. "I promise, okay? He only told me you that when you had nightmares you would go to him to talk and sometimes staying there for the night. That's all. Really." Your eyes practically begged him to believe you. You didn't want him to go, you would do anything to convince him to stay. He took a breath before nodding. "Okay, okay. I'm...I'm sorry for accusing you like that." You sighed and shook your head. "It's alright, really." You ran your thumb over the back of his hand before lifting your gaze back to his eyes whose colour had returned to sparkling blue. "Stay, please." He smiled softly before nodding.

He stood up, the warmth of his hand leaving you. You shifted under your blanket to give him enough material to crawl under. After he joined you under the covers, laying on his back, he went full nervous again, you could almost see his rapid heartbeat trough the thin material of his shirt. You suppressed a chuckle but didn't accept that he wasn't at all close to you. With help of your new found confidence, wherever that came from, you lifted his arms and maneuvered yourself next to his body, your head on his chest. Now you could also hear his racing heart and you actually feared he might have a heart attack. He's an old man after all. "This okay for you?" You asked carefully as his heart didn't slow down. You feared you might have taken it too far. He answered by moving his flesh arm, which was laying somewhere behind your back until now, setting his hand at your hip, softly squeezing. You smiled at that, making yourself even more comfortable, soon after drifting off into your well deserved sleep.

Both of you actually slept longer that night, enjoying the comfort. What you didn't know was that at the same time you were the number one topic in the kitchen. "Has any of you seen Bucky?" Steve asked, nervously looking at Tony, Wanda and Sam. "Nope, barely see that guy." Sam shrugged. "His door is open and I usually always meet him here." The blonde stated, feared for his best friend. "Gym?" Wanda suggested. Steve just shook his head. "Already checked." "You know we have a AI in this house right?" Tony chuckled. "FRIDAY? Where is Barnes at the moment?" "Sergeant Barnes is asleep in Miss Y/L/Ns room." All four exchanged suprised glances. "Never thought Tin man would actually get laid." Tony laughed, Sam joining. Steve rolled his eyes with a smile. He was happy for you two but damn that went fast.

You woke up slowly, prying your eyes open to adjust to the dim light in your room. You tried to move but failed, something heavy keeping you in place. You turned your face, the glistening of metal catching your attention. Buckys left arm was draped around your waist, making you smile. Thank god it wasn't a dream. You managed to turn on your back, Buck immediately shifting even closer to you, pressing his body against your side with his face in your neck. You felt something hard against your thigh and gulped hard. Morning woods were awkward, but having Buckys pressed against you was torture. Suddenly the door swung open, making you jump. Steve entered the room, smiling wide. Bucky stirred in his sleep, slowly waking up with a mumbled "What the hell?"

"Good Morning, Lovebirds! I would've liked my best friend to tell me about this, but the AI took this job." Bucky and you both sat up, giving him a confused look. "What are you talking about?" The dark haired man rasped, the sleep still lingering in his voice. "Don't treat me like a goddamn fool, Buck. That between you two! I mean i knew you were meant for each other and as soon as Y/N told me she liked you I-" "STEVE!" You interrupted him with a shout, your eyes wide and entire face heating up. He shot you a confused glare before realizing. "Oh- You didn't...?" You let your head drop back against the headboard with a sigh. When you felt Buckys gaze you turned to look at him, Nervousness written over your face. "You like me?"