#them wanting everyone in the room and freaking out calling the hotel the cot for toff you would think!!!! we were making it up!!!! i wish!!!

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A Little Death - The Darkling x Reader

Enemies-to-lovers, one bed trope AND smut. You’re welcome 🖤

The mission went terribly, just as you said it would. You were always known to voice your concerns during meetings and this one was no different but he hadn't bothered to take your criticism into account.

The big bad Darkling couldn't stand you for that very reason or so he told himself. You were loud, outspoken, rude, and a control freak. You clashed and fought but he kept you there for perspective reasons, even though he never listened to you, like ever.

You laughed when the mission turned sour, earning yourself a glare from everybody, including him. If it wasn't the hours of sleep you lost to carry out the stupid mission in the first place, you would be heading toward Os Alta by now, but no. Everyone was tired and hungry and practically begging for a proper bed and not a makeshift cot in a tent, you included.

Vacancy was lit, the guests were checking in

You waited as the colorful keftas dispersed into the inn and as you approached the innkeeper to grab your keys, he hesitated.

'Only one room left.' He looked afraid to say it, does he think I need more than one? The confused look on your face kept until you saw General Kirigan appear out of the corner of your eye, looking right at you with a displeased look.

'Will it fit two people?'

'Yes Sir'

'Alright then, Y/L/N you're with me.' He took the keys and gestured for you to walk through the archway but you couldn't believe your ears. This man was the General of the Second-Army, almost as rich as the King but he had to share a room, with me no less?! Of all the bloody people on this journey, it obviously has to be me.

You bit back the rude remark that sat at the tip of your tongue and gave a curt nod. It's just one night and I'm ready to pass out.

'After you General' You forced a smile and watched as his irritation grew. Although you hated the man, you had to admit he was incredibly handsome, you weren’t blind. His dark onyx eyes always stood out against the pale of his skin, and the perfectly quiffed jet-black hair practically begged to have your fingers running through it.

His cape whirled around him as he walked past you, breaking you out of your trance. You guessed he knew where he was going as he ascended the wooden stairs and climbed to the top. Out of boredom, you counted the room numbers you passed not paying attention to him and stopped when you walked right into his rock-solid back. 'Saints- I'm sorry.' You blundered. I think that's the first time I've ever said sorry to him. He ignored you and walked into the room, inspecting it closely. You did too, but were cut short when you noticed the absence of another bed.

The room was fit for two

'There's only one bed' You dead-panned. You thought for a moment, looking around for a couch, an armchair, anything, but came up empty-handed. 'This is just great.' You sighed and looked to him. He had shed his heavy cape and donned his black kefta, staring at the one bed the same way you did.

'Well? What are we going to do?' You threw your hands up in exasperation 'Perhaps they have a tub I can-'

'Don't be ridiculous Y/N.' Y/N? I think that's the first time he's called me by my name.

'I meant to go wash, General. It's been a long week.' As opposed to some of the others, including the General, you had stayed in a tent over the past 2 days to gather intel. He and his flock stayed in inns and hotels, bathing in luxury and warmth.

'Yes, of course.' He stared into your eyes, holding your gaze for a hot minute before you looked away, suddenly feeling shy.

You put the bed situation at the back of your mind as you fetched some warm water and washed the grime of failed missions off. So much wasted time, all because nobody would listen to you, he wouldn't listen to me. If he weren't so gorgeous, I would kill him in his sleep.

Once you felt clean enough and your hair began to dry, you walked out of the washroom, enveloped by a towel as you searched your pack for anything you could sleep in. Perhaps the bath fogged up your mind, for you completely forgot the General was sharing the small space with you.

'You know you talk to yourself?' His voice scared the living daylights out of you. He was sitting back lazily against the headboard of the bed in his shirt and breeches smirking to himself. 'I think conspiring my death is reason enough for prison, is it not?' You couldn't tell if he was joking.

'I never said I would.' You bit back, grasp tightening around the flimsy towel.

'Because I'm too gorgeous?' He stood up from the bed and walked over to you. You never registered how much taller he was than you as his eyes scanned you up and down, like a predator hunting its prey.

'I need to get dressed, General'

'Hmmm, yes I can tell.' He took a bit of hair that hung in front of your face and held it between his fingers, the action sending waves of arousal through you, What- No. He was dangerously close, you could feel his breath tickle your ear and he was bound to hear your pounding heartbeat. But alas he moved away, sashaying into the washroom leaving you alone. I need a cold bath.

***

You were dressed for bed now, curled up on the left side of the bed. You were trying to sleep, really trying, but knowing he was laying right next to you only heightened your insomnia.

You knew he was awake too and he did little to hide it amongst the deafening silence of the room. You could feel the heat coming from his body, radiating an invitation for you to join him. You huffed loudly and turned again for the umpteenth time that hour, attempting to escape the weird tension in the room.

'Can't sleep?'

'Obviously.' Even in the dark, you knew he was smirking.

'I know something that would help.' Suddenly he was on top of you, caging you in with a hand at the sides of your head. You could feel the bare skin of his arm and chest as he slightly pressed down onto you, signaling that he wasn't wearing the black silk shirt anymore. Wherever his skin brushed against yours, it ignited that longing and need in you and it felt addictive.

I want you to touch me

'What are you doing? I thought you hate me.' Your proximity allowed for you to see the slight glistening of his eyes. They had an edge to them, a darkness you'd never seen before or never paid attention to.

'You're one to speak.' Taking one hand from beside your head, he so very slowly traced the side of your face, and your breath caught in your throat as he continued his way down your neck and further, stopping at your thigh where your nightgown had bunched up. 'I think it's time we stop this charade of ours.' As you concentrated on the feel of his fingers against your burning skin, he moved his head into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and exhilarating as he spoke.

'What charade' Your words came out with a deep exhale in anticipation of his actions.

'The one where we both pretend we don't want to fuck each other's brains out.'

Your eyes flew open at his crude remark but shut right back again as his lips gently kissed your collarbone and made their way up to your jaw, getting increasingly rough as he traveled. His hand at your thigh sneaked its way under the gown and now gripped your bare hip in a tight hold. 'What do you say?' His lips were now at yours, touching them as he spoke. All your logic flew out the window of the dingy inn. You didn't care that this was your General, or that he could kill you in an instant, all that mattered was that you needed him, and he wanted you.

'Ye-'

Before you even finished, his lips were hot on yours, devouring you in a bruising kiss. He pressed into you harder and if you had any reservations about his feeling towards you, they were flushed away as he made his arousal for you obvious. It fueled you, awoke your need to control with a jolt.

You fought for dominance, letting your mouth duel for any scrap of authority you could have over the man, but he kept you wrapped around his finger, tightening his grasp on you while simultaneously letting your mind run free with thoughts of him and only him. He was dangerous; intimidating.

She sought death on a queen-sized bed.

He began to pull away but to your surprise he only hauled you up with him, taking your thighs and forcing you into a straddle around his lap, not once letting his lips leave your body.

'You do it on purpose, don't you? Vexing and riling me up in front of others-' He took hold of the nightgown and pulled it up over your head before roughly grabbing your chin and letting his lips brush against your now swollen ones '-I swore to myself if you did it again, I would've thought you a lesson right before their very eyes.'

The General was quick to pull you back into him, bare chests pressed together and heartbeats merging into one. Your hips moved on their own accord, slowly drawing circles around his bulge.

'General I didn't take you for a man that stalled.' You spoke against his lips. You were done with his words, you needed his actions.

I want you to touch me there

Make me feel like I am breathing

At that, his hand let go of its deathly grip on your waist and quickly went to your core. Letting a deep growl out at your dripping wetness, he plunged a finger deep into you as his palm stroked your clit at an excruciatingly painful pace, too slow for your liking. You couldn't help keep the whimper down and he had the audacity to chuckle at your neediness.

'And I didn't take you to be so impatient.' He nipped at your shoulder as he picked up his pace, earning a series of moans from you. It was like music to his ears.

With your head against his chest, you rode your wave of pleasure out with his fingers still inside you, milking your first orgasm of the night.

Almost immediately he had you under him again and before you could register with your eyes, you felt the head of his cock nudging at your sensitive bud, as if begging for entry. It sent shivers up your spine, seeing him there at your mercy. He ran across your wet folds again and a throaty moan echoed around the room. Are you sure he's at your mercy?

You coaxed him to enter and once he did you felt euphoria. He stretched you out to your limits, filled you until you bottomed out. His eyes were tightly shut as he basked in the comfort of you. It felt just as good to be buried in you as it did to kiss you. You enveloped his senses and his mind. You were the only thing that mattered to him at that very moment.

'Saints Y/N.' His forehead fell against yours as he thrust in and out of you, bearing his weight on the arm not holding your thigh up.

Despite the pleasure clouding your mind and vision, you managed to grab at his vulnerability and flip you both around. He didn't fight back, only grabbed hold of the back of your neck to kiss you deeply as you pounded down onto him. His hold on your hip was deadly, bound to bruise. He liked the thought of marking you as his.

You came with a strangled cry, the pulsing around his length sending him into a frenzy of his own as your name spilled out like a prayer from his lips. It took a while for you to catch your breath and return to your natural state. But it didn't last long before the events of the night were repeated and more marks were littered across your body.

It was only then that you fell asleep, thoroughly spent and exhausted, awaiting the next time you could defy him.

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5. Crackle with Electricity

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*****

Steve drove the car into the underground parking lot of Oheka castle. A chauffeur collected their car and the concierge greeted them. They called for the bellboy to bring their belongings but Steve waved him off saying they weren’t carrying anything. The concierge led them into the elevator. They were led to the front desk where Steve was met by a woman who resembled his now temporary assistant.

She was none other than L. T. Koenig, the eldest of the Koenig siblings. She had been Steve’s friend for a long time. When she had heard about Steve requiring an assistant, she had recommended her brother who wanted to expand his horizon. He took leave of his hotel duties to work in The Rogers Innovative temporarily. She greeted them both warmly and called the concierge to escort them to their suite.

Wanda was mesmerized by the grandeur interior designs. She loved the intricate artworks and the elegant art pieces. The stair railing was bronze; shining under the yellow glow of the chandelier. Wanda’s hand glided over the smooth metal as they ascended to the top floor. The corridors were also flushed by the same yellow lighting. The concierge opened the door to their room. To say the rooms were lovely would be an understatement. The antique designed white furniture matched well with the beige and gold wallpaper. The sitting area had a small dining table for two and a pair of sofa sets in the centre. A single plush chair overlooking the window was stationed. The wooden floor was pristine, clean and shining. The room had a pleasant aroma filling it.

Wanda crossed the sitting area to open the door to one of the bed rooms. A single king-size cot adorned the far corner near the windows. Another sofa was placed in one corner of the room, while the other was occupied by a table and a couple of chairs. Newspapers and the latest edition of various magazines littered the table. Wanda excitedly opened the other room to check it out. It was equally and beautifully matching the previous one. Wanda walked inside to open the bathroom door and stood there mesmerized. A single elegant bathtub made of culture marble, supported by the cast iron, stood in the far end. The outside was carved with small details of flowers. An ornate glass adorned the adjacent wall, above the sink. Three rods painted golden rose form the tub and supported an overhead shower. There were small yellow lights on every wall. Wanda looked up and she gasped in delight. Why the fuck is there a chandelier in bathroom she thought to herself.

Wanda returned to the sitting area to see Steve waiting for her. He saw the delight in her eyes and smiled to himself.

“So, what’s the plan for today?”

“We will be trying out personally tailored clothes in about thirty minutes” he said.

Wanda rolled her eyes, “You gotta be kidding.”

“I am not. We are going out tonight and there is a dress code.”

“Okay,” Wanda dragged.

Before she could ask Steve raised his hand silencing her. “No more questions. It’s a surprise.”

…..

“Steve, the place you told? Is two hundred years back?” Wanda asked, checking out her reflection in the mirror. “Oh wait! Are we going back to your time?”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

After getting dressed up, Steve and Wanda made their way to the Pearsall park. The lush green grass and the neatly trimmed bushes were nothing but a dark outline visible in the dim lights of the park. The gushing of water in the fountain accompanied by the chirping of crickets filled the background. The duo made their way around the park making small talks. He had yet to reveal the surprise to her. He wanted to see the happiness light up her features when she sees it. He was afraid she would find from the late 18th century clothing but Wanda was more interested in making fun of Steve’s age.

They arrived at a small unmarked door at the far corner of the park. When Steve looked around, scanning the surrounding, Wanda realised they were the only one there. The following actions piqued her interest further. Steve knocked twice promptly on the door and waited for a reply. The speakeasy grate was opened to reveal a pair of eyes.

“Password” the voice said.

“Electricity” Steve replied.

The speakeasy grate was closed and the door opened quickly letting them in. The warm inside air was a nice change to the cold winds outside. The man escorted them to the inner room. Wanda couldn’t believe what she saw with her own eyes. The room was strange and weirdly beautiful. It looked like a science fair. A science fair out of the 1940s. Everyone was dressed in clothes belonging to that period. The crackling sound of electricity was heard from time to time in the background. Wanda realised that she was standing in the middle of a science speakeasy.

“Now I get why we are dressed like this” she smiled looking at Steve who returned the smile.

“Let’s check out the inventions,” he said, pulling her to the nearest table.

All the employees were dressed as Nikola exhibiting various inventions of the great scientist. In one corner an ungodly machine was stationed. It was staged to look like it was spewing out clones of the scientist. Near it a death ray was killing off the Tesla clones as they came out. The duo was lost in this new world, as they went from stall to stall looking at the various creations. They crossed the foyer to the dining room. The man led them to a table of two. They were provided with a menu containing equally intriguing dishes. The conversation flowed easily through the dinner. Before they knew it, it was time for dessert and they were on their way back to the hotel.

As soon as they got to their room, Wanda crashed. When she woke up, it was well past noon. This has been the first time she had slept peacefully. She sleepily made her way out of her room to see Steve drinking blood from a packet.

Wanda looked at him with curiosity, “Steve, I have never seen you drink blood. And sometimes you eat human food? How does it work?”

“Well it’s like we need blood for survival and healing. We can’t go for a long period without consuming it. We need it as much as humans need food and water. We sort of eat human food to blend in. But mostly to feel the connection with our past. It helps us keep grounded. It reminds that we were once human.”

“Ohh…” she said. “I was just curious,” she added after an awkward pause.

Steve smiled as he got up to dispose of the plastic packets. “Anything else you got in your mind, kid?”

“Yeah,” Wanda dragged the word. “I have never seen you drinking from a person. I mean-”

Steve chuckled, “I just didn’t want to freak you out. But we do have volunteers now and then.”

“Oh, good vampires” Wanda laughed. “So, what’s for today old man? Which time period are we going?”

Steve was bit taken aback by the nickname but didn’t show it in his face.

“Just get ready. You will love it.”

*****

Chapter 6

[fumbling-fanfics]

Imagine having a second child with Viktor Drago...

So I wrote this because @lady-olive-oil was insistant on killing people off, lol. Love you Liv!

I also kind of forgot I wrote this so there was more I wanted to write but I forgot those parts.

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You weren't meant to give birth so early. But here you were sitting in a nice relaxing bath, Lily on the bathroom floor drawing more pictures for Viktor while you soaked. If you were honest the contractions had started early in the morning, but they varied between 4hrs and 3 minutes apart. So you had ignored them. But now it was 2 in the afternoon you were pretty sure you were having contractions - the proper ones.

"Lily baby, can you pass mommy here phone please" her little head popped up beside the bath with a big smile. "Are you going to ring daddy? Can I talk to him?" she asked as she disappeared out of the bathroom.

Viktor should have been the one you were going to call but he wasn't.

"I'm going to call Aunt Jenny" you smile kissing her forehead in thanks letting her get back to her drawing. "I'll make Aunt Jenny a picture too" she states, paper rustling about. You pressed the call button next to Jenny's picture (a picture of her and lily at the beach) and waited for her to answer.

"Thank god you called. I'm so tired, I'm literally falling asleep at my desk… What's new?" she sang.

"Code Red" you whispered down the phone.

"Huh?" you can hear the frowns of confusion on Jenny's face. "Oh, Lily, I can go get her from preschool" you could here her moving around more on her end.

"No, Lily's here with me-"

"Hi Aunt Jenny!" Lily called from the floor, voice echoing off the bathroom tiles.

"Oh" Jenny was frowning again.

"The other code red, the new one. The second one" you watched Lily for a reaction but she was absorbed back into her drawing.

"Shit" Jenny shouted.

"Shit, shit, shit! SHIT! Are you sure? It's not those fake ones, those pickle hiccup contraction things" she panicked, you could hear things being knocked around and a draw open and then slam closed.

"You mean Braxton Hicks, and no"

"You're not due for like another 2 months, I'm looking at my calendar. It says on my calender" you could hear her voice go up an octave in panic. You were pretty sure she was also poking the calender too.

Jenny was down as your second birthing partner, after Viktor of course. But since Viktor was away for a fight that was still wasn't due for another 6 weeks, Jenny had happily (and in a drunken state) assured Viktor she'd be your number two should anything happen. But it would be fine because nothing would happen because you still had two months to go.

"I know, I know...Can you maybe come anyway, and maybe it'll be fine by the time you get here"

"Of course, I'm leaving now" she hung up quickly.

"Will Auntie Jenny bring me jellies" Lily asked, pencils poised in her hand.

"Maybe" you laugh, glad she oblivious to what's happening.

By the time Jenny arrived you were out of the bath and sitting in the living room on your yoga ball wondering if you should call Viktor or not.

He'd flown back to the states to fight again, and really concentrate on getting ready as this opponent was almost equal in size to Viktor. You knew if you called him he'd freak out and even fly back (or walk if he had to).

"(Y/n)!!!" Jenny practically screamed, slamming the door closed. You could hear her but not see her. Lily sprinted off to find her Aunt, and reappeared on Jenny's hip.

"Are they for real?" she asked looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

"I think so, they've just got worse"

"Auntie bought me jellies!" Lily waved the box and then wriggled out of Jenny's arms and ran off. At least she was occupied.

****

“Is it okay to make a call?" you asked in the back of the ambulance. The female paramedic nodded as she carried on writing things down.

Jenny was following in her car with Lily and your hospital bags.

You pressed the call button and held the phone against your ear. There was a series of tial tones, including the international one.

"Hello" it was a quick, short answer.

"Ivan, it's y/n" slight relief washed over you hearing his voice.

"Hello. You want to speak to Viktor?"

"No, no, no, no, no" there were too many no's for Ivan's liking - he felt worried but the fact you weren't crying and he could understand you made him worry a tiny bit less.

Ivan said something in Russian but you couldn't hear, it was muffled, like he had his hand over the mouthpiece. There was the sound of a metal door slamming closed and then silence.

"What's wrong?"

"The baby, its early" there was a long pause from both of you - you both didn't know what to say.

"I'll get Viktor"

"No don't...I mean I know he needs to know, but not right now. You know he'll get on the first plane back, won't think twice about the fight. I can't let him do that." Ivan said nothing but also agreed. But he also wanted to tell his son. Congratulate him, tell everyone in the training room - he had another grandchild.

"I'll let him know it was all my idea not to tell him, just try and act like everything's normal. Please?“

“Are you okay? Are you at the hospital?" the concern in Ivan's voice broke you and you started to cry.

"I'm fine. I'm on my way in an ambulance"

"Are you on your own?" he sound panicked. "Where's Lily?"

"She's following in a car with Jenny" Ivan remembered Jenny from when she came to the beach that day. Ivan was struck by how caring Jenny was with Lily - making sure she ate and drank enough while still having fun.

"She must call me" you nodded even tho Ivan couldn't see you.

"Here" the paramedic handed you a tissue to dry your eyes. "Don't worry, everything's gonna be okay"

***

Olivia May Drago, born 2 months early but otherwise healthy.

Jenny had called Ivan to let him know everything was okay - you were okay, Lily was okay (but probably had new found profession as some sort of Antinal Nurse specialising in premature babies) and that Viktor's new baby girl was okay too. It was only when Jenny came back into the room, an hour later did you realise she had been talking to Ivan for an hour. "He's so funny, Ivan" she said with a smile on her face. You raised a quizzical eyebrow at her as she peered into the neonatal cot to look at Olivia. "Did you just say Ivan's funny?“ you asked, maybe the drugs were making you hear things." Yeah, the jokes he cracks. But otherwise he says he's glad everyone's okay. I said I'll call him tomorrow"

"You should go, it's late" Lily had crashed out on the bed in the room reserved for partners to sleep on.

"No way, do you know how hard it was to get this parental leave. HR officially hate me, so I'm going to use every moment to stare at this beautiful girl" she cooed, picking up Olivia from her cot.

Lily had been born 4 weeks early, so Jenny had fought tooth and nail to have the right to use shared parental leave to help you look after Lily and the baby assuming Olivia would be born early too, despite not actually being a parent to either. She had initially demanded full maternity leave, but had settled for 3 and a half weeks "shared parental" leave. "That's what they get for not having a watertight policy" she'd smugly smiled sipping non alcoholic wine with you when she told you when you met her for lunch just after Viktor left to prepare for the fight.

You were trying not to cry but the harder you did, the quicker your eyes filled up with tears. So when you blinked they came streaming down your face. "Hey, don't you start crying because I'm gonna start crying again" Jenny moved to perch on the edge of your bed still holding Olivia.

"I know you feel bad, but don't. Everything is okay, you're okay, baby's okay. Lily's okay. I'm okay" the last part made you laugh and you brushed the tears away.

"But we need to make sure Viktor's okay, and that means not telling him just yet because we app know what will happen. I'll just keep taking a million photos and videos so he has stuff to watch. Here, hold her" Jenny passed you Olivia and grabbed her phone to take pictures.

"Do I look a mess?" you asked, aware that not only had you given birth 6 hours ago but you had also cried one too many times. "Actually, you look so good. Which makes me slightly hate you" she placed her phone down and then made grabbing hands at Olivia. "My ovaries hurt when I don't hold her" she blushed.

***

You where now sat in the hotel suite that had been reserved for Viktor. Lily was laying on the floor - half on top of the fluffy rug, half off - drawing more pictures for Viktor. You were sure she was on over 100 at this point, but it kept her occupied, you enjoyed listening to her stories behind them and writing them on the back of the picture for Viktor to read later.

She was currently drawing the picture of him winning his current fight - the one that was meant to start in 45 minutes.

You were sat on the overly large sofa breastfeeding Olivia, after having to shout at Buddy Marcella and the entourage he brought for you to leave. He'd brought a nanny with him - just in case you wanted to leave Lily and Olivia to go watch the fight. He was driving you crazy more than usual.

You didn't need help, you just needed space and for not a single soul to mention to Viktor that he had an earlier than expected baby girl he'd never seen. You'd also spoken to Ivan at length who had been extra hard and stubborn on your behalf making sure everything and everyone would be perfect.

***

Just as the fight started Olivia woke up with a cry. You half didn't mind as she'd been asleep for a long time, as if she was waiting for the perfect moment to announce her presence in the world. She was very quiet for a newborn.

You noticed that Viktor seemed to be fighting differently, quicker, even harder, like he just wanted it to be over.

But that wasn't surprising. When Viktor had agreed to the fight, there were a few additional requirements that Buddy had added in. Endorsements and a whole bunch of extra PR stuff, including promo stuff with Adonis Creed.

"Hey!" you called to Buddy. He turned around with that stupid grin on his face. "Just remembered my husband's a person and not just your cash cow" he'd then proceeded to try and butter you up but it didn't work.

***

As the ring filled with people from either team and the official referee to call the match you spotted Buddy climbing into the ring. You held your breath as you watched him whisper something to Viktor. Ivan appeared and pushed Buddy away, but you could see Viktor was getting impatient and just wanted the result said. You watched Ivan place his hands on Viktor's shoulders and he calmed down a little. The referee appeared and the camera angle zoomed back showing Viktor and his opponent standing either side of the referee.

You didn't let your breathe go until the referee held up Viktor's arms and the crowd cheered. Lily jumped up dancing around with her picture in her hand. "Told you daddy won" she wiggled her hips side to side and threw the picture in the air along with her crayons.

***

Now you felt sick. Sheer panic and you tried to organise your thoughts and your words to explain to Viktor that you were sorry for not telling him that Olivia had come early, that you cried after every phone call with him because you wanted to just tell him. But you were glad that you didn't, that there were no distractions.

"Lily, come here please" you call, her silence not always a good thing. She skips from the bedroom, her face covered in melted chocolate. Then she stop rigid, eyes wide. "Daddy!“ she screams, sprinting past you. You turn, this isn't how you wanted him to find out. "Grandpa!“ Lily screeches, almost another octave higher. She doges Viktor and throws herself at Ivan.

Viktor doesn't seem to mind that Lily skipped him. He's staring at you or Olivia, or both of you as you rock Olivia in your arms. She's quiet now, as if nothing happened. He drops his bag and slowly walks closer to you. When he reaches you, he pulls you against him, his lips rest on forehead which makes you cry.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there, I'm sorry you had to do this on your own" Viktor tenderly hugs you, careful not to squash Olivia.

You pull away to wipe your face with one hand, surprised at how relaxed Viktor is. "My dad told me. I made him when I saw he had a lot of calls from Jenny, I thought something was wrong" you looked to Ivan, but he was busy cleaning the chocolate from Lily's face.

***

Everything was calmer. Everything was fine. Viktor sat holding Olivia, with Lily on his lap. They talk in hushed tones over a sleeping Olivia. Both falling quiet every so often to stare at the peaceful baby.

Viktor was stunned by how beautiful his second baby girl was. Her tiny nose, her tiny mouth, her ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. Lily's mind was slightly blown by Viktor telling her she was once this small, even he was too.

Together they couldn’t stop looking at Olivia. Every now and then Lily gently kissed her sister - telling Viktor all the things she planned to teach her little sister - coloring within the lines, eating jellies that Aunt Jenny brings etc, eating all the chocolate you could find in a hotel suite.

By the time Ivan got back with food for everyone, it was his turn to fuss over his new grandchild. "World's happiest grandfather" Ivan announced taking Olivia from Viktor. He sat down on the couch with Olivia while you pulled out your phone to show Viktor the million photos you'd taken while he was away.

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This one is rated Mature! There is no smut but there is a prelude to it! Do Not Read If You Are Not Prepared For Adult Situations.

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When she arrived at the hotel after Raw, she was alone. She had made a wrong turn leaving the last town and it took her almost an hour out of the way. She assumed everyone had arrived and went to bed already. That was just fine with her, meant she could check in and go straight to her room without being stopped. 

She rang the bell at the receptions table, her bag on her shoulder feeling heavier by the second. A smiling woman seemed to appear out of nowhere, and Sam wondered how the hell someone was so cheery at three in the morning. “I have a reservation,” she explained to the woman. She gave her full name and waited while the woman looked up the information on her computer. Her name tag read Mary she realized.  Mary frowned, clicking and scrolling through several pages before looking up again. “I’m sorry, we don’t have a reservation under that name.” She sighed, because that would be her luck? “What do you mean? I booked the room a week ago!” She tried keeping the anger from her voice but she was just too tired. “Our computer system crashed last week and it must have lost your reservation,” Mary answered calmly. “Do you have any more rooms available?” Mary began scrolling again before she frowned, obviously not having good news. “We seem to be booked for the night.” “Well, what the hell am I supposed to do then,” she snapped, her exhaustion getting the better of her. “I’m not calling a hundred other hotels to try to find a room. I booked this a week ago, mind telling me what happened?” “ I’m sorry, the computers keep track of the reservations. I can try and call,” Mary began to offer something but she held her hand up, already pulling her phone from her pocket. She scrolled through her contacts, wondering who she could call to bunk with. Most people were probably already asleep and she wasn’t exactly close to anyone on the roster except a few. She hovered her finger over Baron Corbin. They���d been friends for a few months, but they’d known each other since her debut almost six months ago. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he would answer, because she’d bet he was still awake. It was her feelings stopping her from pressing dial.

She’d had a crush on him since she met him during her time in NXT. He moved up to the main roster a month later and it took her another two years to make the jump. Their shared love of tattoos eventually turned into an actual friendship, but the crush she had on him years ago came back in full force as well. She decided she didn’t have much choice, she just hoped she didn’t make him mad. She hit dial and pressed the phone to her ear. He answered on the second ring, his voice full of concern. “Are you okay?” “Other than not having a room, I’m fine.” She tried keeping the obvious anger from her voice but probably failed. “We all got here an hour ago, what happened?” He sounded like he’d been sleeping, his voice deeper and more gravelly than normal. Her heart fluttered at the sound but she told it to knock it off. “Can I bunk with you?” He answered yes before she even had to explain what happened. “Thanks, I’ll explain when I get up there.” He gave her his room number before he hung up. She rode the elevator in silence, thankful there was no stupid music playing. She was already exhausted and frustrated, the last thing she needed was elevator music. When the elevator stopped, she stepped off, turning towards the direction of Baron’s room. He was standing outside the door, his foot keeping it propped open. She smiled when he shoved the door open for her, following her into the room. She tossed her bag on the floor and that’s when she noticed it. Only one bed, and it wasn’t a king or a queen either. Just a full size bed, meaning she would have to sleep on a cot or sleep really close to Baron. Great. She sat on the end of the bed, flopping backwards so that she was lying down. “I’ll call for a cot, since you didn’t get a queen like you normally do.” He laughed and it was music to her ears, or it would have been if it wasn’t at her expense. “I called when we got off the phone. They’re out.” He sat down next to her, his voice amused. “Apparently they had a convention in town too.” She tried not to sigh, but the look Baron shot her showed she didn’t succeed. “I’m not that hard to share a bed with ya know.” “It’s not that,” she sighed again, sitting up and turning to face him. His hair was tied back in a bun, still wet from the shower she assumed he had taken. She loved when he wore his hair in a bun but she also loved it when he allowed it to lay loose on his shoulders, which outside of a match was very rare. “I already feel like such a burden all because this stupid hotel’s computers couldn’t keep their bookings straight.” “You’re not a burden.” His face was serious for a second, his voice stern, before he smiled. He pointed towards the bathroom, “I already showered so it’s all yours. When you get out, we’ll figure out how to sleep so you’re comfortable.” She said nothing as she grabbed her bag and carried it to the bathroom. What did he mean, so she’s comfortable? It was his room, she’d sleep on the floor if he wanted, if it meant she didn’t have to call around to find another room. She started the shower as she stripped her clothes. She tested the water, deeming it acceptable before stepping in. Showering quickly, she almost regretted not taking the time to enjoy the hot water but she was too tired. She dried off quickly before digging through her bag, trying to find what she packed to sleep in. When all she found were her tiny sleep shorts and a tank top, she groaned in frustration.   “I didn’t pack to share a room with tall, broody and handsome,” she spoke aloud to herself. “I packed to sleep comfortable, and alone.” She continued to grumble as she got dressed, things like “I hope he doesn’t sleep shirtless” and “goddamn stupid hair and his stupid perfect face”. When she was finally dressed, she packed up her old clothes before flinging the bag over her shoulder. She thought she heard shuffling from outside the door but brushed it off, thinking her brain was overworking itself from exhaustion. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she tossed her bag towards the end of the bed before stopping and looking at Baron. He was sitting against the headboard, a smile on his face. That’s when she noticed he had let his hair out of the bun as well and it was hanging loosely around his shoulders. He was also shirtless, and damn him. She was almost ninety percent sure she had kept her thoughts to herself earlier, but there was Baron, sitting like something out of one of her greatest fantasies. She fumbled for her words for a second before decidedly looking anywhere but Baron and tried again. “I can sleep on the floor, just need a few blankets and a pillow.” She could feel Baron’s eyes on her and she had to fight the urge to cover herself. Instead, while she waited for him to answer, she focused on anywhere except him, not even allowing herself a passing glance. She heard rustling on the bed, before a hand grabbed her wrist gently, turning her around. His chest was directly in her line of site and it took all of her willpower not to stare. She looked up, meeting his dark eyes, a glint in them she’d never seen before. “Tall, broody and handsome?” The squeal that left her throat was almost as embarrassing as the situation she was in. “My hair is stupid and I think you said something about my face too?” She was now looking at the ground, her eyes focused on a spot in the carpet. She prayed the ground would open up and swallow her, saving her from this conversation. “You weren’t supposed to hear any of that,” she whispered, afraid if she talked any louder she would squeal again. “You sounded like you got hurt, I got up to check on you. I swear I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” His voice was soft, calming even, but calm was so far away from what she was feeling.  She wanted to tell him it was okay, that she wasn’t mad but his hand was still on her wrist and she was honestly just too embarrassed to continue talking. “What if I told you I’m glad you feel that way? That I might feel that way about you, just different words.” Now she was sure she was dreaming because there was no way Baron Freaking Corbin just said that. “I’ve kinda had my eye on you for a while. When we became friends, I accepted that was all it was going to be. And then you gotta go and say things like that, when you’re talking to yourself, instead of just telling me?” “How,” she tried to speak but her voice was still a little high. She swallowed and cleared her throat before trying again. “So this,” she gestured to his hair and his very naked torso, “is your way of telling me you feel the same way?” He laughed then and she felt herself relax. “Okay, it wasn’t the best plan. I was actually hoping to let you squirm a little more but you were so embarrassed, I had to put you out of your misery.” She finally looked up at him again and was blinded by his smile. Jeez, the man was beautiful but when he smiled it was on a whole other level. “You should smile more,” she heard herself say. “Maybe you should give me a reason to smile more,” was Baron’s response and she could hear the challenge in his voice. She stared at him, trying to decide her next move when Baron beat her to it. He bent down, wrapping both arms around her waist and lifting her from the ground. Afraid of falling, she reacted quickly, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep herself from falling. Baron turned suddenly, pressing her back against the wall and that’s when she felt it. He was hard already, pressing against her most sensitive area. “Oh,” was all she managed to say. He responded with a smirk and she had to fight the urge to grind down against him. He bent down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, and she opened her mouth to him instantly.  A moan escaped her throat when their tongues touched, Baron taking full advantage of her open mouth. He pressed her harder against the wall, allowing him use of his hands. One hand coming up to cup her cheek, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, while the other stroked the skin of her stomach underneath her tank top. She pulled away, her head dizzy and entire body humming with electricity. “As much as I like where this is going,” she tried, but Baron began peppering kisses down her throat, stopping to nibble her collarbone before sucking a mark into her pale skin. She dug her nails into the skin of his shoulders, her back arching trying to keep his mouth in place. He pulled away and admired his work, smiling before kissing her again. “As I was trying to say,” she breathed out, “as much as I’m enjoying this, I’d rather not have my first time against a wall.” When Baron gaped at her, eyes wide in shock, she realized just what she had let slip. Before she could explain, he turned and sat her on the bed, kneeling in front of her. “I didn’t know,” his voice was strained, “I just manhandled you.” He shifted his weight, not pressing her as hard into the wall now. “It’s okay,” she said through a smile, “it’s not like it’s something I talk about with just anyone. Just waiting for the right person I guess.” She watched as he processed her words before he smiled. He turned, setting her down on the bed before kneeling in between them, their eyes level like this. “And you think that’s me?” She just nodded, placing a kiss to his nose before grabbing his hand and scooting up the bed, dragging him with her. He followed easily, resting his back against the headboard before taking her thin waist in his hands, picking her up and setting her down on his lap. “How about,” he started, but stopped to pepper her face with soft kisses, before pulling back and continuing “we just sit like this for tonight? I’m perfectly content with just kissing and looking at you.” She smiled, before leaning down and kissing his lips again, the first one she’d initiated since this started. Her heart was racing and his words meant more to her than he would ever know. She pulled back to find Baron smiling just as wide. “by the way,” she spoke, her voice holding a mischievous glint, “I kinda like the manhandling.” The way Baron looked at her then, she knew she had done it. He flipped them over so that she was pinned underneath his large frame, before kissing her breathless again. She didn’t think she’d be getting much sleep tonight, but honestly, she was okay with that.

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia Characters: Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Eventual Relationships, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Bisexual Prompto Argentum, Gay Noctis Lucis Caelum, Asexual Noctis Lucis Caelum Summary:

The first thing Prompto wakes up to is concerned voices and someone fussing or whining.

It takes a few moments to sit up, adjust in the tent and glance around. It’s just Ignis, Gladio and a fussing baby. He blinks and looks again. The baby wasn’t here last night. ☆ ☆ ☆ A.k.a The astrals get tired of Prompto and Noctis' pining and decide to try and get them together

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He's awoken at Six knows what time. All he knows is it's dark and Prompto is wriggling up a storm next to him. Honestly he's never been awake when Prompto is asleep so at first he chalks it up to something normal the blonde does in his sleep.

Noctis is ready to attempt to go back to sleep until the sleeping blonde starts talking and he notices Prompto's face is scrunched up and he's damp with sweat next to him.

"...No." he practically whimpers on repeat before jolting upright and scaring Noctis as he screams "STOP!" as his eyes spring open.

His scream seems to wake the others up.Solis wails, clearly startled awake. But it seems the blonde is too panicked to even hear it. He's drained of colour.

Noctis quickly flicks on a bedside light, brightening up the room. He's pretty sure his heart just punched his ribcage. Does Prompto normally have nightmares?

The blonde is sweating, panting heavily. He should talk to Prompto. See if he can help soothe him.

"Prom?"

Prompto glances over, eyes wide and filled with fear for a second before a shaky gasp leaves him. He quickly puts a hand over his mouth and trembles. Tears beginning to slide down his cheeks.

Noctis takes in the sight and his heart sinks, he drags him in a hug without a second thought, feeling Prompto grip onto his shirt with trembling hands.

His Moogle onesie quickly gains a wet patch where tears are rapidly falling onto it but honestly he doesn't care not when his best friend is hyperventilating against him.

He keeps a tight hold on him, the blonde muffling a sob of anguish against him. It's heartbreaking to hear along with the frantic gasps in between and tugs at the onesie like he's terrified that if he lets go Noctis will vanish.

He kisses Prompto's head and practically rocks him, holding him as close as possible, muttering over and over how everything is ok as he rubs his back.

"S-S-Sol." he gasps as he trembles.

Noctis glances over to the cot to see Ignis holding the baby, he's trying to soothe the wailing infant the best he can. He wears a concerned expression that honestly Noctis is sure he's mirroring.

"Iggy has him. He's ok I promise. Just breathe. It's ok I swear.." Noctis carefully starts up breathing exercises and looks relieved when slowly Prompto starts to copy him.

Ignis hums in agreement as he looks at Prompto's trembling form.

Gladio even looks concerned, asking what happened to which Noctis mouths nightmare. Gladio winces sympathetically, remembering when Iris used to have awful ones.

"N-Noctis." Prompto gasps. He doesn't say his first name fully often. He glances up at the Prince and touches his face almost like he's checking if he's real.

"I'm ok. Don't worry." Noctis glances at Ignis in concern as he rubs Prompto's back.

"Would you like to talk about this nightmare?" Ignis asks. "We can offer reassurance."

Prompto shakes his head.Noctis is pretty sure it was about losing them or he wouldn't be freaking out this badly.

"I promise it won't happen." Noctis mutters to Prompto. "Just a nightmare. We're not going anywhere. None of us."

"You sure?" Prompto asks with a gasp and sniffle.

"Look at me."

Prompto sniffles and pulls away from the embrace a little so he can look at Noctis. He sniffles as more tears fall.

Noctis gently holds his face and looks directly at him.

"I promise we're not going anywhere. We're still in the hotel. We're safe. I swear." he mutters, gently wiping the blonde's tears with his thumbs.

Prompto sniffles and offers a weak smile.

"Thank you." he says swiping at his own nose.

He still looks shaken so Noctis carefully flops down with him, loosely holding him in case Prompto wants to break free of the hold.

Prompto glances over at Ignis who's putting a sleeping Solis back into his cot. Ignis glances up at Prompto before he heads back to bed, concern in his eyes.

"'I'll be ok." Prompto mutters. "Just a nightmare."

Ignis glances over at Gladio who sighs.

"Kid'll be fine Iggy. Relax."

Prompto hums in agreement and Noctis yawns next to him. After that Prompto goes quiet, trying like the others to settle back down to sleep.

* * * He doesn't sleep again. Anxiety and paranoia keeping him awake. He's checked on Solis and Noctis over five times in the night, got up to use the bathroom about three or four times and paced back and forth in the hotel room a couple of times.

Finally he's back in bed. His stomach feeling awful and his head finally is beginning to erase that awful nightmare. He hopes nightmares concerning Solis and Noctis don't become a regular problem.

He sighs and grips onto Noctis, slowly falling to sleep.

* * * Noctis gets a call around lunch time from Wiz. He answers it while Prompto tiredly plays with Solis. Prompto should really take a nap.

Noctis listens to the call and smiles fondly at the news on the other end he receives. He tries to keep it a surprise as Prompto looks over, completely puzzled and only says: "We're going to the Chocobo ranch."

Prompto cheers tiredly, flopping over on the carpet as Solis decides now is the perfect time to munch on his papa's hair.

Prompto whines and complains but can't find it in him to move Solis.

"You shouldn't have lied in his reach." Ignis says.

"He makes he feel comfortable Iggy." Prompto yawns.

"He's your kid so you should be comfortable with him." Gladio pipes up.

Noctis stretches and agrees before everyone packs for check out.

"We're both comfortable with him. He's a ray of sunshine~" the blonde coos.

* * * The journey back was long. Prompto slept throughout the entirety of it. He even slept through them dropping Iris back off in Lestallum.

Unfortunately for Ignis case having the only female of the group leave means everything starts to slip and certain people get far too comfortable.

Another unfortunate case is the weather being miserable so they can't fold up the roof to gain fresh air since a certain royal is dead set on ruining the breathable air.

"Noctis." Ignis sighs, winding the windows down for the well honestly he's lost track how many times he's had to wind them down then back up due to the miserable weather.

"I-It was Prom!" he cries, looking a little embarrassed.

"Don't blame the kid when he can't defend himself." Gladio huffs, he maybe smelling his book to deal with what little fresh oxygen they have. "Fess up Princess."

The royal squirms in his seat, even Solis on his chest looks angry with the current situation. He's been wiggling angrily in Noctis' arms. The only one who's uneffected by this is Prompto.

The blonde is slumped against the royal, breathing softly and blissfully unaware of the fact he's snoozing against the culprit and has been in a danger zone. He's in too deep of a sleep to even care honestly.

After this minor issue the car goes silent, Gladio returning to reading and Solis' baby rage beginning to quell as Noctis blushes over the whole situation.

Ignis sighs.

"I ask next time you give a warning beforehand or at least open a window."

Noctis feels like he's dying of embarrassment.

"Do you warn when you do it?" Gladio speaks up, snorting a little as the advisor turns a slight red.

"I don't do such a-"

"Yeah you do." Noctis and Gladio reply.

"Carry on this slander and you'll both be served toast." Ignis huffs, smiling to himself as the car fall silent once more.

* * *

The rest of the trip is peaceful. Noctis naps with Prompto and Solis and Ignis and Gladio talk quietly to each other.

The blonde must be exhausted he's only awake for five or ten minute intervals before drifting back off. Maybe the travelling hasn't helped him either.

"What day is it?" Gladio asks.

"Sunday. Our anniversary is tomorrow." Ignis states, a smile crossing his lips.

Gladio smiles softly. "Want anything special?"

"Your companionship is enough. Our funds are dwindling, I can manage without a gift."

"What if this gift didn't need Gil."

Ignis blushes lightly, gripping the wheel.

"I know what you're implying but we're not alone."

"We could set them up camping."

Ignis sighs as he focuses on the road.

"Have them camp closer and I'll think about it."

"So that's a yes babe?"

Ignis glances back at him.

"It's a we'll see...Darling."

* * * Prompto wakes up fully and stays awake when they're about ten minutes away from the ranch. It seems he's forgotten their destination, probably due to how exhausted he'd been previously.

"We're heading to the Chocobo ranch." Ignis says before Prompto asks. He smiles when Prompto does a stage whisper victory jingle.

"I've missed Sugar~" he coos, thinking about his blue Chocobo. He's excited to see her.

"She's had companionship with Spice." Ignis states. "He's rather protective of her." Truly he's baffled how Prompto and Noctis' Chocobos managed to become an item quicker than their obviously pining owners.

"Astrals they're adorable." Prompto sighs, looking out of the window. "So why did we come? No complaints, I'd happily raise Sol here."

"Noct got a call. He's keepin' it under wraps." Gladio answers.

"Suppose we'll find out when we arrive then." Ignis chirps up, earning sounds of agreement from the back seats.

* * * Noctis is just about awake by the time the park up. He's surprisingly the first one out with Solis who's flailing happily back in the baby carrier on Noctis' chest.

Ignis and Gladio are trailing behind, keeping a watchful eye while Prompto decides to rush ahead to catch up with Noctis and Solis.

Solis squeals at his arrival and jams a fist into his mouth. It's extremely cute and makes Prompto and Noctis smile.

"Hi baby~" Prompto coos as Noctis also talks to the baby.

"Hey Sunshine."

Both are rewarded with a cute giggle from Solis before they fall into a comfortable silence as they walk.

"Sooo…" Prompto speaks up after a few minutes. "What's the surprise?"

"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise." Noctis replies with a smirk.

Prompto snorts and agrees.

"Can I get a hint though? A iddy biddy hint."

"Chocobos."

Prompto gives him an unimpressed look which makes him laugh.

"You'll find out in like a second."

Prompto pouts, it's adorable and too much for his crush themed feelings so he stares down at Solis who's staring at...Honestly Noctis has no idea what he's looking at but he seems happy enough.

Honestly he wishes he could kiss off Prompto's pout but he's sure he'd die of he tried. That or scare off Prompto and that's the last thing he wants. * * * They head off to a stable which confuses Prompto, more so when he spots Sugar and Spice together.

"Is she ok? What's happening?" Prompto asks, anxiety rising. She's sitting down, she doesn't seemed to have noticed the company as Spice preens her.

"She's fine. She's not sick don't worry." Noctis replies.

"Sugar?" Prompto calls for his Chocobo who kwehs softly when she notices him but makes no effort to move which worries him more. She usually heads over.

Spice meanwhile heads over to greet Noctis and Solis. Solis whines, still unsure but the bird is gentle and Noctis carefully let's Solis pet him.

"He's soft." Noctis reassures the baby. "I'll keep you safe."

Prompto melts a little at that as he heads over to Sugar who ruffles her feathers and makes herself look like a blue cloud almost.

It takes Prompto a second to notice as the bird readjusts she's in a nest. He gasps and stares at her before looking over at Noctis.

"Wiz said he found them like this. She's been incubating it for two weeks now but Spice wouldn't let anyone near at first so he waited to call us." Noctis replies. "He's protective. I get it." He pats his bird's neck softly and smiles.

Prompto gets it too but all he can do is sob and babble to his Chocobo about how happy he is. He knows it's an ugly sob but he's too happy to care as he congratulates her.

Sugar kwehs and nuzzles him, almost trying to comfort him.

Ignis and Gladio watch, talking to each other.

"It would be laughable how the birds got together before their obviously pining owners if it wasn't so bloody painful." Ignis mutters.

"Hopefully they confess before the kid turns ten." Gladio mumbles back.

"Ten is extreme. I'd say three." Ignis replies.

"Generous. Wanna bet on it?"

"Name your price darling."

"Twenty Cup Noodles."

"That's ridiculous." Ignis mutters.

"Fifteen then?"

"No Gladiolus."

"Ten that's the lowest I'll go. Deal?" Gladio offers an outstretched hand.

Ignis sighs and shakes it.

"Fine. Ten it is. And if I win?"

"Ten cans of Ebony. Only fair."

Ignis agrees and offers him a smile. "Perhaps we should leave them alone and check on our own birds."

Gladio agrees,putting an arm around Ignis' shoulder and leading him out.

* * * "How long till the chick hatches?" Prompto asks when he, Noctis and Solis head out of the barn finally.

"Three weeks left I think."

Solis flails and Prompto leans down to kiss his head.

"Yeah there's gonna be a baby chick~" he coos to Solis.

"I mean we already have two Chocobos on the party. What's one more?"

"Two?" Prompto asks confused. "We'll have five."

"No. You and our little Chocobo chick he-."

Prompto gasps and covers Noctis mouth, he looks betrayed and a tad disgusted when Noctis licks his palm to free himself.

"Ew!" the blonde cries, quickly moving his hand and wiping it on Noctis. The royal complains a little about that to which Prompto replies by sticking his tongue out.

Noctis laughs and Solis begins to fuss in his baby carrier.

"I think he's due a feed." Prompto says and Noctis agrees.

"I'll do it when we get to the Caravan."

* * * When Solis is fed it turns into an late afternoon nap for the trio. Prompto curled up against Noctis' side and Noctis holding both of Solis and Prompto close.

Prompto snores a little, Solis drools on Noctis' shirt but he loves both of them and wouldn't trade them for the world. Having them next to him usually is warm and comforting but currently it's not helping him out.

He seems to be having a nightmare if his scrunched up face and little noises of discomfort are anything to go off.Prompto cuddles him, nuzzling him in his sleep which seems to help rid the nightmare as Noctis' face relaxes again and the noises of discomfort stop.

None of them seem to notice a certain shield snapping a picture of them and proceeding to send it to Iris saying how he wonders how they're still oblivious pining dorks when they're like this.

He receives back a response of various crying emojis and heart eyes along with cute in capital letters then he feels familiar arms wrap around him and he practically leans into them. He knows by scent alone it's Ignis. He always wears this fancy cologne that he can't name but smells amazing.

"You realise he won't be pleased by this. It would be treason if it was anyone else."

Gladio rolls his eyes and smirks.

"I know."

Ignis watches as he sends photos of Solis to Prompto and Noctis' phone. They beep and Prompto grunts, planting a sleepy kiss on Solis' cheek before going still again.

"Figured they'd want some." Gladio says.

Ignis smiles and agrees.

"I'd like one too." he mutters.

"...A baby or a photo?" Gladio asks.

Ignis sighs and lifts his glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Photos."

Gladio quickly sends them off muttering about how that could have been taken differently.

* * * Prompto is bathing Solis' in the sink. Gladio and Ignis have gone off to set a tent up a small trek away on some nearby ruins. Prompto has no idea why they're doing that when they paid for the caravan but he supposes it can get cramped in here.

Solis is beginning to adjust to bathtime. He's content to just stare at Prompto and smile whenever the blonde talks to him or sings to him. Prompto thinks he's a precious bean but Noctis would be offended at him calling their baby a bean again.

"Hey Noct?" Prompto calls out as he washes Solis' baby hair.

"Mm?"

"What would be Sol's title? Like it doesn't really matter to me but like what's in classed as?" Prompto asks.

"...A Prince too I guess."

Prompto looks confused by this.

"Ok so none of us really have kids before we get married. Granted the Astrals made him."

"...But how can you both be Princes?" Prompto asks.

Noctis shrugs. "Just can work that way. I mean I might turn into a Duke if I got married before being on the throne."

"So what's the female version?"

"Duchess."

"And two dudes are just like Dukes?" Prompto asks, earning a shrug in response.

"I mean there's been gay Kings and Queens but like they also have like three lovers too."

Prompto chokes.

"We don't do that anymore!" Noctis yells, face red. "Rulers can marry whoever."

"What about commoners?" Prompto asks, hoping it didn't give him away.

"Falls under anyone Prom. They'd just become a Duke or Duchess or Prince or Princess if they married a King or Queen."

Prompto drains at the thought, he's not good enough to be a possible future Prince or possible Duke.

He zones out as he rinses Solis' hair before beginning to wash him and it's Noctis' voice that snaps him back seconds later, oblivious to Prompto's reaction due to the blonde's back facing him.

"Prince Solis Argentum-Lucis Caelum...Is kind of a mouthful."

Prompto hums in agreement.

"I like it though."

"Me too." the Prince replies.

Prompto hums before Noctis speaks up again.

"Want to go for a drive?"

"But Iggy will be-"

"I think they're busy Prom. We'll be back before they know."

Prompto sighs and looks at Solis, smiling a little as the baby looks around.

"Fine just let me rinse the suds off him and dry him off." * * * The trio head to the car after Prompto redresses Solis and straps him up in the baby carrier on Noctis' chest. Solis flails at the sight of the car before yawning widely which makes Noctis rub his cheek.

"You sleepy?" he asks the baby who stares before sneezing.

Noctis looks confused and Prompto shrugs before glancing at Noctis.

"Who's driving?" the blonde asks, startling as Noctis lobs the keys at him.

"You drive. Sol will probably mess with the horn."

Solis squeals at the sound of his name and the boys laugh, they take it as his version of agreeing with Noctis.

* * * Prompto flicks on the radio as he drives, Noctis flicking through the songs or turning scarlet when Prompto sings, smiling softly at him but the blonde seems oblivious to that.

A song plays and Prompto taps the steering wheel to the beat. Noctis doesn't have a clue what it is but Prompto sings along happily:

'Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick The one that makes me scream she said The one that makes me laugh she said Threw her arms around my neck Show me how you do it and I'll promise you I'll promise that I'll run away with you, I'll run away with you'

Noctis huffs and quickly switches the station earning a whine from Prompto. Last thing he wants to imagine is some girl throwing her arms around Prompto's neck.

"I don't like it." the prince mutters as flimsy explanation before he quietens down for the new station's song. Neither of them know the song they assume is jazz.

'Love is funny, or it's sad Or it's quiet, or it's mad It's a good thing or it's bad But beautiful Beautiful to take a chance And if you fall you fall And I'm thinking I wouldn't mind at all'

The duo turn scarlet at the song, all sappy and sweet, seeming to be about falling in love and it's cute and all but it's making him die inside imagining Noctis in a suit slow dancing to something similar with him at a fancy event.

Noctis meanwhile seems to have ascended to the Astral plane or he's zoning out honestly it's hard to tell. The only one seeming to have a good time is Solis. Every new song is a new exciting thing for him.

Prompto gulps and quickly switches over the station to something more modern that is less sappy and something he actually knows. Noctis probably has too judging by the look of recognition in his eyes.

'Your love, your love, your love I miss that Your love, your love, your love I want that Your touch, your touch, your touch I need that'

Noctis turns red and stares at Prompto as he sings, the blonde locking eyes with him and pausing. A blush dusting across his freckled cheeks and his mouth slightly open.

The moment feels like it lasts forever when actually it's a few seconds before a squeal from Solis quickly snaps Prompto's attention back to the road. The blonde panics and quickly turns the wheel so they're back in the lane fully.

Noctis gently runs a hand through Solis' blonde baby hair who settles instantly at that. The duo apologise to him, more Prompto for taking his eyes off the road for a second.

Solis coos and attempts to reach the radio, it seems all is forgiven.

* * * They manage to fill the car up and get back just in time as Gladio and Ignis return to check on them. It's a panic dashing into the caravan but somehow they manage.

After that the couple go and pick up supplies for dinner which leaves Prompto alone with Noctis and the baby. He smiles and turns on a portable radio in the caravan and scoops Solis up in his arms.

Solis squeals at the cheesy old pop song on the radio. He doesn't understand it but he rather enjoys his papa holding him and singing.

Prompto laughs a little at him and holds him close, dancing a little to the cheesy song making Solis cling to him and peek over his shoulder.

Noctis notices their son's excited expression and smiles at him. Sure he can laugh at Prompto singing the sometimes gibberish lyrics but honestly it's kind of a cute scene as a whole. Their baby squealing in delight at points and smiling a gummy smile and his crush bouncing around and singing to said baby.

Noctis laughs when Prompto turns around to him and pulls a silly face before going back to singing. Prompto sings out to Noctis in the tune "Come join us~" to which Noctis blushes and shakes his head. He wouldn't be caught dead dancing to a song so cheesy.

Prompto just sighs dramatically and carries on before pausing on the singing to talk to Solis, who has no idea what's being said but he's having the time of his life.

"Daddy doesn't want to have fun with us little dude." he mutters to the baby who attempts to grab a piece of Prompto's hair.

Noctis sighs and speaks up, he makes it seem like it's a hassle but Prompto can tell by the smile on his face he's not too fussed.

"Fine. Next song I'll join you."

"Even if it's a cheesy one?" Prompto asks.

"Sure but all I know is the waltz and there's not enough room for that." Noctis replies.

"We'll lead then. Won't we Sol?" Prompto smiles, voice rising in pitch to Solis who coos. He doesn't understand but he likes hearing his parents speak, bonus if it's to him.

Noctis smiles and waits for the next song.

* * * Ignis finds the small family dancing in the caravan, he was going to say dinner was ready but he can't bring himself to interrupt this moment.

Prompto leads/makes a dance up and Noctis mirrors it, Solis squeals happily when he manages to lock eyes with Noctis making the boys smile at how precious their baby is.

Ignis decides to wait until the song is over before speaking up. The duo startles and Solis reaches out for Ignis with a coo.

Ignis smiles and heads over, taking the baby.

"Apologies, I didn't want to interrupt but dinner is ready."

Noctis' stomach growls and he heads out first with a blush. Prompto meanwhile trails behind and stops Ignis before he leaves.

"Iggy I have a problem."

Ignis looks concerned and goes to reply but Prompto continues.

"N-Not a medical thing or like anything!" the blonde blurts out.

"Are you certain?" Ignis asks, adjusting his hold on Solis so he can place a hand on Prompto's shoulder. "This will stay between us don't worry. Unless it's a safety concern obviously."

Prompto nods and blushes, biting his lip and glancing at Solis. The baby coos and sneezes, whining moments later. He mutters over and over how it's ok before talking to Ignis.

Hearing that it'll stay between them gives him a little more confidence. He swallows and breathes out before looking up at Ignis.

"I'm in love with Noct." the blonde says, surprised his voice isn't shaking. His palms sweat and he gulps, why is he so nervous telling Ignis this?

Ignis smiles at him and Prompto looks confused.

"Aren't you surprised?"

"No. I already knew. I've known since you both were teenagers, you looked rather smitten with him at times. I'm surprised Noct didn't pick up on it." Ignis replies making Prompto's jaw drop.

"...W-Who else knows?" he asks.

"Gladio, Iris, your father to name a few."

"C-Cor knows?" the blonde asks.

Ignis nods. "It's not hard to miss truthfully."

Prompto groans and sighs.

"Any other problems?" Ignis asks, gently removing his hand from Prompto's shoulder and repositioning Solis in his own arms.

"Yeah...One more...I want to...I want to express my love to him. I don't know how."

"How about something simple that will get the message across?" Ignis asks.

"...Can you help me?"

Ignis smiles and nods.

"What do you want to do?"

"Make a message with something sweet." Prompto says. "Like chocolates or something?"

Ignis feels proud of him for gaining the confidence to make the first move.

"We can manage chocolates. What do you want it to say?"

"Um...I like you." Prompto says with a crimson face. Astrals this man is precious.

Ignis can work with this. He would have personally added a 'Will you be my boyfriend?' to the mix. But baby steps, he'll try and see if Prompto's brave enough to add that later.

"What if he doesn't like me?" Prompto asks, looking terrified. It's heartbreaking to see honestly.

"I'm doubtful Prompto."

"But-"

Ignis carefully leads the way out with Solis and Prompto follows.

"Just take a few deep breaths and try to enjoy dinner. I promise you, it'll work out."

Prompto swallows and nods, Ignis handing him back Solis and the blonde heading over to sit near Noctis with the baby.

Ignis sighs.

"He's just as oblivious." the advisor mutters to himself.

[marshmallow-phd]

The Wanderers

Part Two of The Experiments Universe

Genre: Sci-Fi, Thriller, experiment au

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Jongin

Summary: After escaping the hell that was EXO Applied Sciences, Jongin was lost. While some of his brothers were able to settle down, he was restless. And his powers were still growing. Never staying in place too long, Jongin and a few others have been watching their backs, knowing that there were people still out there, wanting to take them back. Someone is closing in and you, an innocent, are sucked into the world you never asked to be apart of….

Warning: slight violence against women, nothing too extreme

Part: Prologue I 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I 15 I 16 I 17 I 18 I Final

**

Run. Stay away. Stay hidden. Don’t be noticeable. Be invisible. Don’t use your powers. Don’t get too close.

Those simple rules had become a mantra for Jongin. They kept him and his brothers safe. No matter how much Luhan and the others tried to convince him they could leave behind their worries and start happy lives, Jongin couldn’t believe it. Both doctors that were in charge of the experiments on them were still out there, working for EXO, and the government hadn’t been able to track down the financier for the project.

So, he kept running, kept moving. Armed with a new identity and a few of his brothers at his side, his attempt at staying under the radar had been successful so far. They never stayed in a town too long – a few days or a week at most. The board that helped rescue them had set up a nice little account with plenty of money to last a good while. They were frugal with the funds, staying in average hotels and avoiding high end places. It was more low key that way, better to stay unnoticed.

“Can we go eat now?” Baekhyun complained.

Jongin opened his eyes from where he was laying on the bed. The mattress wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but it beat the cell cot any day. Kyungsoo threw a pillow at the whiner, but that did little to stop him.

“Come on, we haven’t eaten since this morning,” he continued.

“You should have eaten the snacks on the bus,” Minseok countered.

Jongdae cut in, coming to Baekhyun’s defense. “I’m pretty sure those snacks were expired and could kill someone. Didn’t you smell them? I nearly threw up.”

Sighing, Jongin jumped up off the bed. “I saw a hole-in-the-wall bar just down the street. We can see if they have edible food.”

Jongdae and Baekhyun whooped and hollered as they practically ran out of the room. Chanyeol wasn’t far behind them. Kyungsoo and Minseok hung back, waiting for Jongin to trudge out of the room.

The sun was starting to set in the distance, casting an orange glow over the business district of their latest find. It wasn’t too small of a town. Minseok had read that the population was around twelve thousand and a frequent stop for travelers. That was good. They could come through without being memorable.

It was dark inside the bar with the lights above giving off a soft glow to the otherwise dingy space. A few other patrons were scattered among the space – a group of three at the bar and another group of four off to the side among them – including a blonde haired customer wearing an over-sized trench coat with the collar pulled up. At least they weren’t the most conspicuous people there.

At their entrance, the only waitress working walked up to the group and greeted them in annoyingly friendly manner.

“Hi.” Your voice was soft and quiet, a contrast to the surroundings.

“Hey!” Baekhyun greeted back cheerfully. “You have food here, right?”

You nodded, letting out a short giggle. “Absolutely! Just sit anywhere you like. The menus are already at the tables. I’ll be by in a few minutes to check on you.”

As you walked back to the counter, the six of them made their way to a high top that was a good distance from everyone else. Jongdae and Baekhyun immediately grabbed the sticky, faded menus, scanning the items listed. Jongin kept his attention down on the table. He picked at the peeling polish to reveal the cheap light wood underneath.

“Nice choice,” Kyungsoo mumbled as he glanced around.

Jongin smirked. “It’s not too bad. We’ve been to worse places.”

“Yeah,” Jongdae butted in. “Those places didn’t have a waitress nearly as pretty.”

Minseok threw him a look, but he just shrugged innocently.

Unable to resist, Jongin peeked over at you as you cleaned a few glasses behind the counter, chatting happily away with the bartender. Your uniform was certainly picked out to catch the interested gaze. Your white t-shirt with the bar logo on the back was nearly see-through, only a tank top underneath saving a bit of your dignity. The black shorts showed off almost all of your legs, topped off with a pair of scuffed canvas shoes.

Shaking his head, Jongin turned back to the group, making eye contact with Chanyeol. The normally cheerful giant was suddenly solemn, not paying attention to the snickering happening beside him. They shared a special pain, the two of them, although Jongin was sure his friend’s was greater than his.

The doctor they’d both fallen in love with chose someone else. She was happy with Junmyeon while Jongin was a coward. He’d waited in the wings, watching over her, not realizing that in his hesitation, he’d lost her. Chanyeol, however, had faced rejection head on. He’d put himself out there, from what he’d told Jongin later. Being the idiot that he was, Jongin hadn’t caught on to who she truly loved until after they’d rescued the brainwashed Junmyeon. 

When the realization hit him, he’d managed to keep a straight face in that hospital room. But as soon as he was away, he’d broken down, throwing everything he could get his hands on in that dorm room where they were staying. Chanyeol had found him an hour later, sitting on the floor, a mess. They bonded over their heartbreak, understanding that – while they were in pain – she, at least, was happy. And alive.

“Have you guys decided on what you want yet?”

Your happy voice pulled Jongin out of the painful memory and back to the present.

“Ten orders of wings with the diverse sauce plate, two pitchers of beers and six bottles of Soju,” Baekhyun replied excitedly.

“Okay,” you laughed, writing everything down on a small notepad. “Does anyone want a glass of water as well?”

Everyone else nodded, except for Jongin who wasn’t paying attention. He’d gone back to his own thoughts, hardly caring what the others wanted to eat. Kyungsoo elbowed him in the side, resulting in a hiss out of him. Kyungsoo nodded towards you. Jongin turned to face you and blinked.

“I’m sorry?”

Your cheeks were turning red for some reason. “I was just wondering if you also wanted a glass of water while you wait for the food.”

He nodded. “Yeah, sure. Sounds great.”

“Okay.” You left quickly, slightly tripping over your own feet as you did.

“Oh, yeah,” Jongdae laughed, “she’s cute.”

“And I’m pretty sure she’s thinking the same thing about Jonginnie over here,” Baekhyun reached out to ruffle the younger one’s head, but Jongin swatted the hand away.

“Shut up,” he growled. “And you know I hate it when you call me that. I’m not a child for you to coddle.”

“It wouldn’t kill you to talk to her,” Minseok added in a serious tone.

Jongin was quick to snap back. “No ties.”

Jongdae rolled his eyes. “That’s so stupid, you know that, right?”

The talking ceased when you came back with a tray holding the glasses of water and pitchers of beer. There didn’t appear to be any sign that you’d overheard their conversation. With steady hands, you placed down paper coasters in front of each of them and then deposited the drinks, settling the beer down in the middle.

“I’ll be right back with more glasses for the beer and the bottles of soju,” you informed them. “And your food should be out shortly.”

“Thank you,” Kyungsoo said for the group.

You nodded back with a smile and walked away, the tray under your arm.

Jondgae leaned across the table, lowering his voice. “Look, I’m not saying settled down with the girl. Just that you might have some fun. Besides, ties aren’t necessarily a bad thing. Look at Luhan and Anya. Or Sehun and Nada. Or even Junmyeon and–”

“Shut up!” Jongin growled. He didn’t want to hear her name. It wouldn’t help the ache subside. He was still too far from being even remotely healed. Sighing, he leaned back in his chair. “If they want to act like our lives are magically better and we have no worries now, that’s their business. Personally, I don’t feel like taking that risk. Because we’re not normal. Those three are exceptions because they knew from the beginning what we are. What average girl would actually want to be with freaks like us?”

“There could be someone.”

Jongin’s eyes widened in surprise. 

Kyungsoo usually stayed out of these kinds of conversations, only saying something to change the subject when he’d had enough. The hurt in his eyes was visible and Jongin mentally kicked himself. Sure, they all felt like freaks, but Kyungsoo had been the most distant out of all of them, fearful that he could hurt even his friends.

“Look, Kyungsoo, I–”

The sound of broken glass stopped Jongin from finishing. All six heads turned towards the sound. Jongin scowled.

A particularly drunk customer had grabbed your wrist. The sudden action had caused you to drop the small tray that had been holding dirty glasses and empty bottles. Shards bounced off the dirty carpet, spraying everywhere at your feet. Th man either didn’t notice or didn’t care. You were fighting against him, trying to get away, but failing.

“Come on, shweetheart.” The bastard was barely able to speak properly. “Juss one little kiss. Those lips look so delicious. I juss want a taste.”

Fear shot across your face as you shook your head. “Please, Don, don’t do this. Not tonight. I tell you every time, no. Please, just let go,” you begged.

Damn it. Why did he have to have such a hero complex? Jongin fought hard to mind his own business, to not bring attention to them. He turned his back to the scene. 

Your cries only grew more desperate. “Please, stop!”

Without even thinking it through, Jongin used his speed to appear next to the drunk in a flash. He snatched the drunk’s wrist, freeing you.

“She said let go.”

**

Why was it always you?

Okay, so maybe this was partially your own fault. You should have quit years ago, moved to the big city, be the cliché small town girl who ran off with wild dreams and two dollars to her name. But you didn’t. You never had a crazy, out-there dream or any kind of dream. While everyone else at school had at least a fantasy job they wanted to try out, you came up empty. Your idealistic life didn’t revolve around a certain career or annual income. 

The bar became your home right after high school to kill time and have a paycheck while you figured things out. Then you never left. You had your regulars who you knew all about, down to their favorite order on a particularly bad day. Sometimes, out-of-towners would drift in and you’d get to hear stories of what other places were like.

Like today. There were multiple new faces, such as the stranger that had been sitting in that side booth by himself for hours. You’d made conversation with him, but he hadn’t revealed many details about himself or where he was headed. 

Then there was the group that really piqued your interest. They seemed like a hodgepodge of different personalities that shouldn’t have gone together, but did. Some were loud and teasing, others were quiet and observing. And you would be lying if you said you hadn’t noticed that they were handsome, too. They wore jeans and shirts that didn’t do much to hide their physique. One, however, was drawing your attention like a moth to a flame.

He wasn’t paying you any attention and his friend had to make him answer your question. There was a cold exterior that you doubted anyone could get past, but right underneath the surface was sadness. As a waitress in a bar, you’d seen all levels of sorrow and depression. His was the kind that hidden deep within and wouldn’t be coming out unless forced.

Thinking about him was what led you to getting too close to Don. He wasn’t a bad guy… sober. A little flirty, nothing you couldn’t ignore. Until he’d down several bottles. That was usually when he tried to grab your hand. Typically, you were able to catch onto his attempts and stayed away. His most audacious move was a particularly vulgar pick up line. But now he was five beers in and bolder. He’d reached out while you were distracted picking up an empty bottle and yanked on your wrist. You’d lost your grip on the tray and couldn’t catch it in time to save the glass. A few shards had ricocheted off the floor and hit your legs, stinging the skin.

“You know you’re purty, right, (y/n)?” Don’s breath reeked of beer and hot sauce, kicking in your gag reflex.

“Don,” you groaned. You tried to free your wrist, but it was no good. You were stuck.

“Come on, sweetheart. Juss one little kiss. Those lips look so delicious. I juss want a taste.”

“Let go,” you demanded through clenched teeth.

“I don’t wanna,” he whined. He leaned in closer to you, puckering his lips.

You tried to avoid the unwanted kiss, but you were stuck between the counter and his bloated stomach. You closed your eyes, preparing for the worse. Mark was out back taking a smoke break and no one else was coming to your rescue. “Please, stop!”

The grotesque lips never made contact with your skin and the death grip on your arm was suddenly gone. Opening your eyes, you wanted to cry from relief.

Your rescuer was the sad one from the group of strangers. His fingers had snatched the wrist of the hand Don had you trapped in, making him let go. A terrifying scowl was etched into his face.

“She said let go.”

“Who do you think you are?” Don yelled, fighting against the stranger. Don wasn’t a small man, but he wasn’t necessarily in the best of shape. Still, the stranger had to have had impressive arm strength to keep hold of Don so effortlessly as he fought.

“Just someone who can’t stand assholes like you who treat women like play things,” the stranger replied.

“Aw, (y/n) knows I was just messing around, right, (y/n)?” Don sent you a pleading look.

You shook your head. Your voice came out small and squeaky, like a mouse. “Don, I did ask you to let go.”

That only made Don boil. “Why you little bi–”

He didn’t get to finish, instead letting out a blood curdling scream as the stranger slammed his hand down on the counter on top of a shot glass, shattering it. A piece of glass flew up and cut your savior across the cheek, but he didn’t even flinch.

“I suggest you pay your bill and leave,” he said in a low, gravelly voice.

None of Don’s friends came to his rescue. Instead, they threw down a few bills and ushered the whimpering drunk out of there and probably to a hospital.

“Th-thank you,” you whispered, not able to meet the stranger’s eye.

Scrambling footsteps startled you as his friends came over.

“Hey, are you alright?”

A hand landed on your shoulder making you jump. The one who had inquired about your well-being flinched back. “Sorry.”

“She’s fine,” the stranger grumbled. “Let’s just go.”

“We haven’t eaten yet!” Another one complained.

“Can I see your wrist?” The youngest looking one held a hand out to you.

You were cradling your wrist against your chest, still feeling it pulse in your hand from Don’s fingers. Bruises would definitely be visible tomorrow.

Cautiously, you held your arm out to him. He took it gently and examined the harsh red lines. .

“We should get some ice on this,” he suggested.

“There’s an ice pack back in the kitchen, in the freezer door,” you pointed to the back door, clearly marked for what it was.

“I can go get it,” the shortest one volunteered. He had a kind face. They all did, but his was nice and warm, a small, reassuring smile on his lips. You nodded, giving him permission to go back there.

Everyone still left in the bar had gone back to their own business. There was an unwritten rule to pretend that they hadn’t seen anything even though they would certainly be spreading the news of the incident first thing tomorrow morning.

Mark came back at the same time as the one who went to the kitchen to grab the ice pack. He handed it to you. The second your skin met the pack, you shivered, but were thankful for the soothing coolness it gave.

“Hell, (y/n), what happened?” Mark gasped.

“Don,” you said simply.

Mark cursed. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have left.”

“No,” the one who saved you snapped. “You shouldn’t have.”

You turned towards him to tell him to lay off on Mark, but the argument died as soon as you saw the cut on his cheek. A single streak of blood ran down to his jaw, hanging for a moment before falling down to the floor.

“You’re hurt.” Not stopping to think it through, you grabbed his hand in attempt to take him to the first aid kit in the office.

He ripped his hand from your grasped. “Don’t do that!”

You shrank back from his harsh yell. “I’m sorry. You got cut from the glass breaking. I was just going to clean it out. The kit is mounted to the wall in the office, I can’t bring it out here.”

His roughness subsided by the smallest ounce at your explanation. “It’ll heal on its own.”

“The glass was dirty,” you urged. “I don’t want it to get infected.”

“Just do it,” the kind one who had gotten you the ice pack demanded.

Rolling his eyes, he motioned for you to lead him back there.  “Fine.”

[ghostsoapgirl]

Tall Broody & Handsome

This was already posted but I deleted it so I am putting it back up.

tagging my baron girls @antidiva @kittysilver86 @thegloriousdisaster @theneverendingthirst @baron-thirst-club @darktammy @queenofthearchitect i cant remember the other URLs

Baron Corbin/OFC

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2.3k

Not Beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

When she arrived at the hotel after Raw, she was alone. She had made a wrong turn leaving the last town and it took her almost an hour out of the way. She assumed everyone had arrived and went to bed already. That was just fine with her, meant she could check in and go straight to her room without being stopped. She rang the bell at the receptions table, her bag on her shoulder feeling heavier by the second. A smiling woman seemed to appear out of nowhere, and Sam wondered how the hell someone was so cheery at three in the morning. “I have a reservation,” she explained to the woman. She gave her full name and waited while the woman looked up the information on her computer. Her name tag read Mary she realized.  Mary frowned, clicking and scrolling through several pages before looking up again. “I’m sorry, we don’t have a reservation under that name.” She sighed, because that would be her luck? “What do you mean? I booked the room a week ago!” She tried keeping the anger from her voice but she was just too tired. “Our computer system crashed last week and it must have lost your reservation,” Mary answered calmly. “Do you have any more rooms available?” Mary began scrolling again before she frowned, obviously not having good news. “We seem to be booked for the night.” “Well, what the hell am I supposed to do then,” she snapped, her exhaustion getting the better of her. “I’m not calling a hundred other hotels to try to find a room. I booked this a week ago, mind telling me what happened?” “ I’m sorry, the computers keep track of the reservations. I can try and call,” Mary began to offer something but she held her hand up, already pulling her phone from her pocket. She scrolled through her contacts, wondering who she could call to bunk with. Most people were probably already asleep and she wasn’t exactly close to anyone on the roster except a few. She hovered her finger over Baron Corbin. They’d been friends for a few months, but they’d known each other since her debut almost six months ago. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he would answer, because she’d bet he was still awake. It was her feelings stopping her from pressing dial.

She’d had a crush on him since she met him during her time in NXT. He moved up to the main roster a month later and it took her another two years to make the jump. Their shared love of tattoos eventually turned into an actual friendship, but the crush she had on him years ago came back in full force as well. She decided she didn’t have much choice, she just hoped she didn’t make him mad. She hit dial and pressed the phone to her ear. He answered on the second ring, his voice full of concern. “Are you okay?” “Other than not having a room, I’m fine.” She tried keeping the obvious anger from her voice but probably failed. “We all got here an hour ago, what happened?” He sounded like he’d been sleeping, his voice deeper and more gravelly than normal. Her heart fluttered at the sound but she told it to knock it off. “Can I bunk with you?” He answered yes before she even had to explain what happened. “Thanks, I’ll explain when I get up there.” He gave her his room number before he hung up. She rode the elevator in silence, thankful there was no stupid music playing. She was already exhausted and frustrated, the last thing she needed was elevator music. When the elevator stopped, she stepped off, turning towards the direction of Baron’s room. He was standing outside the door, his foot keeping it propped open. She smiled when he shoved the door open for her, following her into the room. She tossed her bag on the floor and that’s when she noticed it. Only one bed, and it wasn’t a king or a queen either. Just a full size bed, meaning she would have to sleep on a cot or sleep really close to Baron. Great. She sat on the end of the bed, flopping backwards so that she was lying down. “I’ll call for a cot, since you didn’t get a queen like you normally do.” He laughed and it was music to her ears, or it would have been if it wasn’t at her expense. “I called when we got off the phone. They’re out.” He sat down next to her, his voice amused. “Apparently they had a convention in town too.” She tried not to sigh, but the look Baron shot her showed she didn’t succeed. “I’m not that hard to share a bed with ya know.” “It’s not that,” she sighed again, sitting up and turning to face him. His hair was tied back in a bun, still wet from the shower she assumed he had taken. She loved when he wore his hair in a bun but she also loved it when he allowed it to lay loose on his shoulders, which outside of a match was very rare. “I already feel like such a burden all because this stupid hotel’s computers couldn’t keep their bookings straight.” “You’re not a burden.” His face was serious for a second, his voice stern, before he smiled. He pointed towards the bathroom, “I already showered so it’s all yours. When you get out, we’ll figure out how to sleep so you’re comfortable.” She said nothing as she grabbed her bag and carried it to the bathroom. What did he mean, so she’s comfortable? It was his room, she’d sleep on the floor if he wanted, if it meant she didn’t have to call around to find another room. She started the shower as she stripped her clothes. She tested the water, deeming it acceptable before stepping in. Showering quickly, she almost regretted not taking the time to enjoy the hot water but she was too tired. She dried off quickly before digging through her bag, trying to find what she packed to sleep in. When all she found were her tiny sleep shorts and a tank top, she groaned in frustration.   “I didn’t pack to share a room with tall, broody and handsome,” she spoke aloud to herself. “I packed to sleep comfortable, and alone.” She continued to grumble as she got dressed, things like “I hope he doesn’t sleep shirtless” and “goddamn stupid hair and his stupid perfect face”. When she was finally dressed, she packed up her old clothes before flinging the bag over her shoulder. She thought she heard shuffling from outside the door but brushed it off, thinking her brain was overworking itself from exhaustion. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she tossed her bag towards the end of the bed before stopping and looking at Baron. He was sitting against the headboard, a smile on his face. That’s when she noticed he had let his hair out of the bun as well and it was hanging loosely around his shoulders. He was also shirtless, and damn him. She was almost ninety percent sure she had kept her thoughts to herself earlier, but there was Baron, sitting like something out of one of her greatest fantasies. She fumbled for her words for a second before decidedly looking anywhere but Baron and tried again. “I can sleep on the floor, just need a few blankets and a pillow.” She could feel Baron’s eyes on her and she had to fight the urge to cover herself. Instead, while she waited for him to answer, she focused on anywhere except him, not even allowing herself a passing glance. She heard rustling on the bed, before a hand grabbed her wrist gently, turning her around. His chest was directly in her line of site and it took all of her willpower not to stare. She looked up, meeting his dark eyes, a glint in them she’d never seen before. “Tall, broody and handsome?” The squeal that left her throat was almost as embarrassing as the situation she was in. “My hair is stupid and I think you said something about my face too?” She was now looking at the ground, her eyes focused on a spot in the carpet. She prayed the ground would open up and swallow her, saving her from this conversation. “You weren’t supposed to hear any of that,” she whispered, afraid if she talked any louder she would squeal again. “You sounded like you got hurt, I got up to check on you. I swear I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” His voice was soft, calming even, but calm was so far away from what she was feeling.  She wanted to tell him it was okay, that she wasn’t mad but his hand was still on her wrist and she was honestly just too embarrassed to continue talking. “What if I told you I’m glad you feel that way? That I might feel that way about you, just different words.” Now she was sure she was dreaming because there was no way Baron Freaking Corbin just said that. “I’ve kinda had my eye on you for a while. When we became friends, I accepted that was all it was going to be. And then you gotta go and say things like that, when you’re talking to yourself, instead of just telling me?” “How,” she tried to speak but her voice was still a little high. She swallowed and cleared her throat before trying again. “So this,” she gestured to his hair and his very naked torso, “is your way of telling me you feel the same way?” He laughed then and she felt herself relax. “Okay, it wasn’t the best plan. I was actually hoping to let you squirm a little more but you were so embarrassed, I had to put you out of your misery.” She finally looked up at him again and was blinded by his smile. Jeez, the man was beautiful but when he smiled it was on a whole other level. “You should smile more,” she heard herself say. “Maybe you should give me a reason to smile more,” was Baron’s response and she could hear the challenge in his voice. She stared at him, trying to decide her next move when Baron beat her to it. He bent down, wrapping both arms around her waist and lifting her from the ground. Afraid of falling, she reacted quickly, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep herself from falling. Baron turned suddenly, pressing her back against the wall and that’s when she felt it. He was hard already, pressing against her most sensitive area. “Oh,” was all she managed to say. He responded with a smirk and she had to fight the urge to grind down against him. He bent down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, and she opened her mouth to him instantly.  A moan escaped her throat when their tongues touched, Baron taking full advantage of her open mouth. He pressed her harder against the wall, allowing him use of his hands. One hand coming up to cup her cheek, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, while the other stroked the skin of her stomach underneath her tank top. She pulled away, her head dizzy and entire body humming with electricity. “As much as I like where this is going,” she tried, but Baron began peppering kisses down her throat, stopping to nibble her collarbone before sucking a mark into her pale skin. She dug her nails into the skin of his shoulders, her back arching trying to keep his mouth in place. He pulled away and admired his work, smiling before kissing her again. “As I was trying to say,” she breathed out, “as much as I’m enjoying this, I’d rather not have my first time against a wall.” When Baron gaped at her, eyes wide in shock, she realized just what she had let slip. Before she could explain, he turned and sat her on the bed, kneeling in front of her. “I didn’t know,” his voice was strained, “I just manhandled you.” He shifted his weight, not pressing her as hard into the wall now. “It’s okay,” she said through a smile, “it’s not like it’s something I talk about with just anyone. Just waiting for the right person I guess.” She watched as he processed her words before he smiled. He turned, setting her down on the bed before kneeling in between them, their eyes level like this. “And you think that’s me?” She just nodded, placing a kiss to his nose before grabbing his hand and scooting up the bed, dragging him with her. He followed easily, resting his back against the headboard before taking her thin waist in his hands, picking her up and setting her down on his lap. “How about,” he started, but stopped to pepper her face with soft kisses, before pulling back and continuing “we just sit like this for tonight? I’m perfectly content with just kissing and looking at you.” She smiled, before leaning down and kissing his lips again, the first one she’d initiated since this started. Her heart was racing and his words meant more to her than he would ever know. She pulled back to find Baron smiling just as wide. “by the way,” she spoke, her voice holding a mischievous glint, “I kinda like the manhandling.” The way Baron looked at her then, she knew she had done it. He flipped them over so that she was pinned underneath his large frame, before kissing her breathless again. She didn’t think she’d be getting much sleep tonight, but honestly, she was okay with that.