#there will be smut eventually im just making y'all wait for it

[edenalieth]

Tricked pt.2

Pairing: pixy!hyunjin x afab! reader — read part.1

Genre: faery!au, based on « the cruel prince » universe, smut, slight angst

Warnings: he’s still short tempered his dad is too, unprotected sex (they're fairies, they struggle to have kids and are immortals, you're not), oral m!receiving, fingering f!receiving, orgasm denial, bit rough/jealousy, y'all are a bit tipsy

Summary: At first, he thought he was hallucinating but he could recognize your delicate gestures, the plump of your lips, your hand engulfed by the stranger’s one and the way his free hand was sneakily brushing over your butt. Who was this asshole ? Rage setting his blood on fire, he couldn’t stop staring at you, making him stumble over his partner's feet. He apologized to the lady he was dancing with and headed towards you. Little did he know that you were waiting for this reaction. 

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A.N: hi, it's cami! im back with the second part of this faery au. it's actually a first for me to write a sequel, i recently read the stolen heir so it helped going back into this universe haha. sorry for the eventual mistakes, i hope you will like it ♡ — 231206

His shirt was barely buttoned up, his hair untied and soaked after swimming with you on the lake and he unconsciously hummed a song on his way back to the manor. He felt delighted by the time you had spent together. Of course, he wasn’t forgiving you for the way you had played with his feelings, the way you made a fool out of him but he would let you go with it, for now. And, after all, it was your secret. Just like the place where you had sealed your passion to. He shivered thinking about how your hands touched him, how your soft lips crashed on his. He let his fingers brush against his lips, his steps guiding him towards the white rocky structure he called his dwelling. 

When the heavy wooden door opened at his arrival he heard his name being announced by the guards and some servants rushing towards him. 

« My lord, what happened to your clothes ? Please, you should wear some shoes and get dressed properly. » urged an old woman called Mona. She used to be his nanny and was always making sure things were perfect for him. Since he grew up, he was seeing her less and less as she was busy directing other attendants. However, she always showed up during important times. Today was no exception. 

Hyunjin raised a brow looking at the fae. He checked his white shirt. There was some green stains here and there because of your little fight. His feet were dirty after walking in the woods. Fine but what now ? Were the guests still here ? Even so, he didn’t care. The high society had seen him in a far worst shape than just being underdressed. And, after all, even a cruel and perverted man like Cardan had been able to access the throne. People would not be shocked for so little. 

The woman clapped twice and domestic servants swarmed over him, dusting his shoulders and feet, handing him a clean doublet and boots. He rejected them, annoyed by all this fuss. « Could you at least tell me why I should do this ? I would like to retire to my apartments. » the black haired pixy grumbled, his tone iron cold, looking at them with no mercy. The old fae sighed, not impressed by his temper. « Your father is waiting for you in his office. » 

His shoulders got tensed and he clenched his fists, the muscle of his jaw suddenly prominent. He pulled the clothes off the hands of a brownie, while an other one was helping him to put his boots on. Once ready, he headed towards the office. 

As usual, his steps were echoing on the empty corridors. In the fading daylight, the last rays of sunshine were illuminating the walls of different shades of blue, making the shadows dance. He stopped at the doorframe, took a deep breath and knocked.

« Come. » his father’s low voice seemed calm, too calm. 

Hyunjin entered the room. He bowed and said « Father. Mona told me you wanted to see me. » 

The place wasn’t really big and quite off-centered from the crowded rooms of the manor. Mountains of books were surrounding the huge oak desk, skillfully engraved with pixies and ivy. The young man was about to sit on one of the armchair facing it but his father stopped him, raising his hand as a gesture for him to wait. « No need, I won’t be too long. »

Hyunjin had difficulties to stay focused and he was trying with all his might to not let his wings buzz. His father was writing on some papers, not even bothering to look at his son. When he finished, he sealed it with blue wax, stamping the coat of arms of their family using his signet ring. Hyunjin had a similar one on his left index. « Today was your last tantrum. » his parent stated. 

The boy scoffed, tapping his feet on the floor. « A tantrum ? Maybe it would not have happened if this incompetent » and he insisted on that word, gritting his teeth « was doing his job properly. He humiliated me in front of the guests. » 

His dad stood up, overlooking his son. « No! You did that yourself and a multiple times! » he seethed. Hyunjin could feel his body getting hot from all the rage he was holding back. Controlling his wings was now a wasted effort and it didn’t go unnoticed. The older man looked at him with disdain. « Look at you. You’re dressed like a peasant and can’t even discipline your emotions. You almost hurt a domestic today, you put on a show during our dinner with the duke and your reputation is well known in Insmire. » he paused, analyzing Hyunjin’s reaction to the statement. He continued. « Get ahold of yourself or I will have to interfere myself. » he threatened. The pixy was fulminating. « I dare you to try. » he spit, his body few inches from his father’s. Not getting the time to react, he felt a loud pain on his cheekbone. His mind went blank, something warm dripping along his face. 

His dad pulled out a tissue from his pocket and cleaned his ring. « A ball is going to be held in four days. This is your chance to show the true values of the Hwang family. Understood ? » Hyunjin didn’t answer. « I said, understood ? ». 

« Yes, father. » 

When Hyunjin came back to his room, he had the urge to break everything around him. He checked himself on the full length mirror, his cheek was red, with some hints of purple and dry blood on the cut. Despite his anger, he could tell this argument made him come back to his senses. He deserved to be respected and feared but he also needed to behave a bit more to reach that goal. Not to be the capricious heir and to be able to surpass his dad. First, he would try to control his emotions. Second, he would avoid people making it harder for him to reach his first goal and having a bad influence on him, such as you. He could tell his heart had soften the second he took interest in you. It started when you arrived at the court and exploded after your afternoon together. He would not meet you the next day, breaking his promise. Nor the other. He didn’t need a weakness. He didn’t need to like you. 

Servants were helping him to get ready. He was wearing an all white outfit. The tip of his boots was covered of dark silver and Mona attached a brooch made of sapphires as dark as the night sky. His cloak, also white, was covered of tiny diamonds looking like the morning dew. His former nanny handed him a mask made of tulle. It wasn’t totally covering his face, just enough to hide his bruise and eyes. He was playing with the ring on his index, adorned with his coat of arms. It represented several pair of pixy wings, intertwined with ivy forming a H. Hyunjin often played with it to relax or, at least, try to. He perfectly knew that you would be here tonight. It would probably be difficult to ignore you, he was scared of your reaction. However, it was a masked ball and maybe you would not recognize him in the crowd. He hoped so. 

Once ready, a knight came to escort him and his family to the castle where the ball was taking place. The great hall was beautifully decorated. Fresh flowers were dripping from the ceiling expertly mixing with the high chandeliers where small fireflies were trapped, diffusing a dim light. The tables were covered with food and drinks going from grilled fish accompanied with a lemony sauce, fae fruits and exotic ones, some mortal dishes and different types of wine. 

A small orchestra was playing and a lot of people were dancing dressed with their prettiest gowns or totally naked. Spotting some acquaintances, he followed his family, greetings several people. Trolls, mermaids, elves. He had to go through this if he wanted to get some freedom from his father’s constant monitoring. Which, after what felt like hours, he got. His mother was busy gossiping with court ladies and his father needed to discuss some serious topic with a duke. Hyunjin wasted no time and decided to join some of his friends he had noticed earlier and took a glass of green wine. The alcohol going down his throat burnt him but the taste of it was incredible. 

« Look who is joining us! What have you been up to ? You didn’t come to Xylia’s party this week. » immediately questioned a young sidhe named Jisung. Him and Hyunjin used to hate each other until the pixy helped him out of a really bad situation. Said situation implying his friend having an affair with a married woman. 

« I’ve been on thin ice with my father’s patience lately… Staying at the manor was my best option. » 

Jisung pouted not truly convinced and took a bite on a fae fruit, some of its golden dust slightly covering his mouth. « Better make up for last time then » he mischievously replied with a smirk, pouring another glass of wine to Hyunjin. The latest smiled and let himself go a little while said Xylia, a nymph who had been interested on the black haired man, came up to sit on his lap. 

« Hwang Hyunjin is finally honoring us of his presence! » she purred, sliding her arms around his shoulders. « Missed me ? » he arrogantly said. « Of course ». She chuckled, revealing pointy teeth, then proceeded to come closer to sensually bite his neck. Jisung laughed and looked at them avidly. It wasn’t the first time he was seeing them acting like this but it surely aroused him. Hyunjin used to love it, playing with Xylia, flirting with indecency, teasing his friend. He thought that giving in to his old demons would help him get you out of his mind but everything seemed bland. The nymph strong flowery scent was overwhelming, his mouth felt furred because of the wine and the sidhe’s reaction annoyed him. 

« Stop… » his voice was barely audible. The girl kept on going, sliding her hands along his torso. « I said stop. » he growled firmly, trapping the nymph’s wrist in his hand. His gaze was icy, giving cold sweat to Xylia. « What’s wrong with you ? » she was visibly offended. The pixy man rolled his eyes « I’m bored staying in your company ». He stood up and went towards the dancing crowd. He heard Jisung trying to convince him to stay and could feel the nymph’s angry eyes boring holes into his back. He didn’t care, now that the alcohol was doing its job he could only think about one thing: finding you. 

How came you didn’t cross his path yet ? Yes, all those masks and textile fluttering all around him were making him dizzy and harder for him to notice you. However, it couldn’t be impossible, right ? Unless you weren’t invited… Unthinkable. Your family was freshly part of the high society, they needed to shine among it to get the recognition from their pairs. Hyunjin let himself be drawn into a waltz, changing partners and spiraling according to his thoughts. Until his eyes finally landed on you. At first, he thought he was hallucinating but he could recognize your delicate gestures, the plump of your lips, your hand engulfed by the stranger’s one and the way his free hand was sneakily brushing over your butt. Who was this asshole ? 

Rage setting his blood on fire, he couldn’t stop staring at you, making him stumble over his partner's feet. He apologized to the lady he was dancing with and headed towards you. Little did he know that you were waiting for this reaction. 

You had noticed him rather quickly. How could you do otherwise, anyway ? He was shining like the purest gem among the nobles and courtiers. The tulle mask was doing nothing, you could tell right away that it was him by the way he elegantly walked, his dark blue wings, his pearl earring he seemed to never take off from his pointy ears. The second you saw him in the crowd, you almost ran to him, desperate to know why he never came back to the lake. However, you needed to find the right time for it because you weren’t going to be nice and you couldn’t tarnish your family's reputation. He seemed like a different person when it was only the both of you. You thought he had a soft spot for you. What an idiot you had been. You felt betrayed. Maybe it was his revenge for the little play you had pulled on him and it felt like getting a taste of your own medicine. Bitter. 

He had probably used you and would laugh about it with his friends. This feeling increased the moment you saw that beautiful creature devouring his neck and touching him lustfully. You clenched your fists at the sight of it and regretted not cutting his throat when you had the occasion. In the end, he was like any other fae, directed by his impulses. You went to the closest table and grabbed a drink. You coughed a little because of the high amount of alcohol. And this is how you joined the dancers, well decided not to cry over that mouth-of-nectar. He wanted to play that game ? Oh, you wouldn’t loose and seeing him almost crawling in your direction gave you some smugness. 

« Y/N. » he called out, trying to get your attention as you ignored him thoroughly. People were on his way and he started to push them away brutally — getting death glares — as you danced away from him, still in your lure’s arms. Even if his gaze was blurred by the light fabric covering it, you could tell the same anger was burning inside his eyes, the same one you had witnessed when he discovered the trickery you had played on him. Finally reaching the both of you, the pixy stopped, trying to keep his composure. « May I ? » he asked the man, showing his palm. « Can’t you see I’m… » your partner was about to protest until he saw who he was talking to. Hyunjin was giving him a beautiful grin but not a single cell of his body seemed welcoming. « Lord Hwang I… My apologies, the lady is yours. » he sheepishly said. The pixy looked at him leaving and his smile instantly faded once the man was out of sight. You rolled your eyes and tried to escape but he strongly grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him. 

« You suddenly remember me, Hwang Hyunjin ? » you scoffed, annoyed to not be able to detach your eyes from his. He intertwined his fingers with yours, making you twirl. You were stunning in that dress. It was visibly made of a pearly shaded silk where actual pearls delicately dangled on your chest and arms, like rain drops. A similar mask was adorning your face. It gave you a strong aura and suited the hint of purple in your eyes. « Why are you doing this to me, half-blood ? » he whispered in your ear. Feeling his breath against your face gave you goosebumps. 

« D-doing what ? » 

Damn it! You couldn’t help but stuttered and he smirked. 

« Playing with my feelings all the time. » he replied. Oh wow! So, it was your fault. 

« I’m the one playing ? You seemed to have a good time with that freshwater slut earlier. » you spat, unable to restrain your venom. He recoiled, surprised. 

« Are you talking about Xylia ? I actually pushed her away because I wanted her to be you. » he grumbled. You felt his nails digging into the tenderness of your waist, giving you a small ache. « And you think I’m going to believe you after you broke your promise. I bet you told all your friends how you made a fool out of me, letting me think I had won. »

Your words annoyed him and he frowned. This is what you thought and why you were doing all of this, trying to make him jealous and it worked. His wings started to tickle and his mouth was reduced to a thin line. 

« You truly think I’m a monster when you’re the one who started all of this. » he stated calmly. Surprised, you looked at him but you couldn’t say he was wrong… 

« What do you want from me Y/N ? » 

His intense gaze made you look away and you were glad the mask was hiding your cheekbones which were probably red. You weren’t going to say how much his loss hurt you, how addicted you had become after only one day together. You had too much ego for that. Gulping, you came closer to his ear and murmured, « Prove me I’m wrong, prove that you sincerely desire me. »

He put a halt to your dance, weighing the pros and cons of your demand. Accepting would go against his resolutions, yet, it couldn’t let you insult him without giving you a lesson. « Your wish is my command. » he replied with a sly smile. 

Cutting through the crowd, he guided you upstairs. You weren’t surprised to see some wasted people laying on the floor or hearing laughs coming from other rooms. What surprised you is how easily he found the entry of a boudoir room. Must not have been his first time coming here which made your body get tensed. 

It was small and pretty. The furnitures were scanty. An alcove full of fluffy pillows and beautifully crafted blankets overhung by a large window offering a night view of the garden. A meridian couch and a coffee table, few decorations. You removed your mask, wanting to face him correctly. You looked even more gorgeous and he could feel his body warming up. He carefully locked the door and walked towards you, trapping you against the edge of the alcove and himself. The sudden proximity made your core ache. You wanted to touch him badly but he was the one who had to prove something. After all, he accepted the challenge. 

« Well. Tell me Hyunjin, are we going to stay like that or are you actually going to do something ? » you teased. He scoffed, letting his hand run along your thigh and going up your breast to grasp the dangling pearls. He played with it, looking at the light reflecting on it. Your breathe was faint, anticipating. Not bothering to lift his head up, he spoke 

« I will make you mine, Y/N. You will be my thing, my doll and you will never dare to flirt with some idiots ever again. » You frowned. His thing ? You would never let that happen. 

« You’re all blabbering but you dont act much and, most importantly, you don’t own me. » 

What you thought would be a nice time was turning into an upsetting one. This was ridiculous and, despite your aroused state, you needed to leave. Obviously, the young pixy didn’t let you go, pulling hard on the pearls and making the threads holding them break as they fell on the ground. 

« Really ? » 

You couldn’t really tell what he was thinking because of the tulle and you wanted him to get rid of it. Before you could complain about it, he grabbed your butt and made you sit on the alcove. Adroitly, he left your dress up so that your bottom was fully exposed. « I’m sure of… » you couldn’t finish your sentence, feeling his thin fingers sliding down your folds. You gripped his shoulders and moaned on his neck. He removed his hand, looking at your glimmering arousal and said with a husky voice « Seems like your pussy is telling me otherwise. »

You felt tears forming in your eyes. Why your body had to betray you like this ? You bit your lip, sulking. However, Hyunjin didn’t plan to give you any rest. 

« You wanted to know how much I desire you, uh ? » he growled, leaving incandescent kisses on your jaw and neck. You hummed, too concentrated on his touch. 

« Speak. » he ordered. 

« Yes. » 

A smirk appeared on his face as he closed the gap between the two of you. You sighed in relief, finally feeling his lips on yours, it tasted like green wine. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your core meeting the fabric of his pants where you could feel is hard-on. He grabbed the back of your hair, making your head fall backward. He missed your scent, the softness of your skin and he absolutely wanted to ruin you. 

You tried to find some friction but he was holding you back strongly. The tip of his nose brushed against the crook of your neck when you felt his warm and wet tongue tracing lines on it. « Hyunjin, please… »

As an answer, he harshly sucked on your skin. The pain made a small cry escape your mouth. Fuck. He was bolder than the first time, getting comfortable around you. You heard a pop when he let your sensitive take some rest. 

« Satisfied ? » he asked. Oh, he had to be joking right now. 

« Not at all. » you answered, sulking. His laugh revealed his teeth, making him low-key predatory. 

« Always greedy. » he sighed. His fingers caressed the pulsing point of your neck, travelling down to the valley of your breast to finally reach where you needed him the most. He cupped your sex, making you mewl. « This belongs to me. » 

You wanted to protest but the pressure he was applying on your clit was driving you crazy, his thumb forming small eight figures on it. 

« Say it. » You resisted, shutting your eyes and digging your nails into his shoulders. Loosing his patience, he inserted a first digit inside you. You moaned his name loudly and Hyunjin had to take deep breaths not to fuck you raw.

« I-it’s yours. » you panted. 

He dipped another finger inside your dripping pussy. « Again. » 

« It’s yours, I’m yours. » you chocked when you felt his digits curling. 

« See. It wasn’t that difficult to admit it. » he mocked, his lips crashing against yours. You bit on his lower lip, making him grunt, soon met by an iron taste. The black haired man lightly jumped, his wings quivering. 

« Behave. » he whispered. « I’m sorry… I got carried away. » you immediately apologized, afraid that he would stop. Unfortunately, what you feared inevitably happened. After few more pumps, he could notice how lightheaded you were, how your walls were getting tighter. However, he didn’t want you to come around his fingers. You whined. 

« Keep going, please. I was so close. »

« I know. » he sighed. « But it’s my turn now. » He stepped back a little, putting you back on your feet as he was taking your place and unzipping his pants. He looked sinfully handsome. Totally absorbed by the view, you didn’t notice how he made you kneel down before him. His length was right in front of your eyes, precum glittering on its top. You licked your lips. « Suck on it. » 

Another order you gladly complied to. Him towering you like this, in all his glory, was another type of turn on. You delicately seized his dick before giving him some kitten licks. He let out a loud moan, his hands gripping the edge of the alcove, his knuckles turning white. 

« Stop playing. » he huffed. Searching for his gaze, you seductively put his member into your mouth, your lips perfectly fitting around it. Damn it. He would never be able to avoid you after seeing you like that. The sensation of your tongue twirling around his shaft, the delicious pressure every time you sucked on him. Gripping your hair he gave you light thrusts, until he couldn't stop his increasing pace, the tip of dick repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. Tears formed on the corner of your eyes and your jaw started to ache so you had to make him stop. Both out-of-breath, he helped you to stand up, your legs being sore from the kneeling position.

« You did amazing, sugar. But don't you think it would be too bad for me not to come inside you ? » he mused, cupping your chin.

« I want you all. » you whined, already lifting your gown up. It made him chuckle, his eyes turning into crescent moons. Wanting to be more comfortable, he finally removed his cloak and mask. You never thought it would make such a big difference but everything seemed more intense now. You could perfectly admire his features, his dark eyes, the mole under his left one. Something was new, though. You carefully approached your hand from the bruise on his face. You frowned and asked « What happened ? ».

He had totally forgotten about it. He put your hand down and made you turn around. « Nothing much, now bend over. » You started to ask more questions but got easily distracted when he unlaced your dress, letting it slip on your naked body. You felt the palm of his left hand applying pressure on your bare back so that your torso was totally flat against the pillows and blankets of the alcove. He cupped your butt cheeks, slightly spreading them to look at your dripping core. You couldn't see what he was doing, only hearing some wet sounds. Hyunjin pumped himself hastily and, without any warning, penetrated you. You being soaking wet helped him a little but you were so tight that it was difficult for him to put his whole length inside. Gripping your waist firmly, he started with light thrusts, growling with any frictions.

The stretch was a bit painful at first, still, you quickly got accustomed to it, your butt trying to meet his hips and loving how he manhandled you. Seeing you so desperate to feel his dick made him salivate. He could see the side of your face as you bit on your lips, trying to muffle your noisy whimpers. You looked so fucked up and gorgeous at the same time. Inch by inch, he finally buried the totality of his shaft inside you, immediately hitting your sweet spot. « Fuck... Y/N... » one thrust, « I told you... » two... « You are meant to be mine. » His pace was increasing as you nodded, unable to create a proper sentence, your hips continuously hitting against the wooden edge of the alcove. The mixed pain and pleasure made you press your legs together, which didn't go unnoticed. Growling louder, Hyunjin bent over you to get a new angle, his thrusts becoming sloppy and slower. You felt one of his hand sliding down your heat to work on your clit.

« Hyunjin... » you mewl on his touch.

Surrounded by your scent and moans, he wasn't sure if he would be able to handle it much longer, going feral as he fed your eager cunt.

« You feel so good. Even better than last time » he praised, probably because this time he was the one dominating. This statement sent electricity down your spine, your walls clenching dangerously.

« Hyunie, I'm really close... » you cried, your voice barely above a whisper. « Hold on for me, half-blood. » the pixy commanded. You simply nodded and grabbed the blankets under you. You couldn't think straight anymore. You were fighting against the threatening wave of pleasure increasing with each powerful thrust, each change of pace. He was doing you good, too good for your own sanity. You could feel his weight on top of you, his arms caging your torso, leaving faint bruises. Wet sounds were echoing in the small room, sounds of your sweaty bodies rubbing against each other, sounds of sinful sex. His breath was becoming hectic and heavier, your walls so warm and narrow that he felt sucked in.

« Fuck ! » shaking over you, he relieved his seeds inside you, coating your core white. The euphoric wave wouldn't stop as he kept feeding his high, throbbing inside you and spiraling into delicious bliss. Unable to hold back anymore, you were on the very edge of your climax when you felt him pulling out. Stunned, you were left clenching around nothing, your core aching.

« W-what ? » you asked, confused. You fell on the floor, too weak to stand up properly. Hyunjin was already dressing himself up, styling his hair and tying his cloak. Once ready, he took his mask and crouched down to meet your eyes. A smirk was adorning his face.

« Consider this a payback for last time. » he said with his husky voice, preparing to get up « Oh! Before I leave, don't forget that I better not catch you in the arms of someone else than me. » he was towering you, looking down on you and your submissive position. He caressed your cheeks as anger was suddenly knocking your brain, your brows furrowed and eyes darkening. Without a word he turned around and left the room. He put his mask back on, satisfied as he heard his steps and your raging scream echoing on the corridor.

[mikachacha]

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) 𝙿𝚝. 3

Synopsis: Bada wanted you to stay in Korea with her as she found work there but then your relationship is falling apart rapidly.

Warnings: toxic relationship and behaviours, angst. This'll be pretty heavy so please if you're not into this kind of stuff, you can ignore this update and wait for the regular fluffs and smuts 🫶🫶

(A/N: i hope none of y'all are experiencing this in real life or if you have experienced this, im so sorry that you have gone through such shit relationship but don't give up, yeah? Things will get better eventually.)

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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It hasn't been well for you and Bada ever since that incident while meeting her friends. You still couldn't believe how she can do that to you. You wanted to get away but at the same time you want to mend your relationship with her. You didn't wanna lose her despite everything that has happened. Plus she's showing lots of effort for you to forgive her. She even got an apartment in Seoul so you and her can live there and won't have to pretend to be best friends anymore like you did at her parents' house. It was a big step for you both but then it also meant that whenever a fight would break out between you and her, you had no one to run off to.

"Jesus.. You scared me!" you exclaimed. You were in the kitchen, making some tea since you just couldn't fall asleep. You've been having a hard time falling asleep the past few days as thoughts plague your mind. Bada noticed you weren't in bed next to her so she got up and searched for you, only to find you making tea in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry my love.. Didn't mean to scare you. Was just confused since you weren't there beside me. Having trouble falling asleep?" she asked and you nodded. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in for a warm embrace and kissing the top of your head. You melted in her arms. You missed moments like this with her.

"Baby.. I may need to go back to the states soon. I got a job offer there." you told her and she hugged you even tighter, like it's her own way of telling that you shouldn't go back and to just stay with her in Korea.

"Y/N.. Do you really wanna leave me all alone here? I got this apartment for us and then you're gonna go back to the states?" Bada's questions made your heart ache. You didn't wanna leave her despite everything.

"I.. I don't know if I'll be able to find a job here, Bada.. I don't speak Korean that well and I don't want you to shoulder all the expenses for us." you tried to reason with her that led to an hour long discussion about applying as an English teacher there or working from home as long as you don't leave her. You were tired and just wanted to sleep so you agreed. The next morning, Bada helped you search for jobs before she went to her own. She has been hired as a teacher at a dance studio nearby and she's got to work with artists as well. You're happy for her since it has been her dream to be able to work with artists and teach people to dance.

"So baby, we're going somewhere this Friday. The studio is holding a welcome party for me and I want you to be there with me. I want you to meet my workmates and some friends." Bada said as she came home one day. What happened when you last went out with her to meet with someone didn't end up well but you wanted to move past that and you also didn't want to disappoint her so you agreed to go with her. You really don't want to start an argument with her as you're still trying to fix your relationship up.

"Yeah.. Is it a formal event? Do I need to really dress up?" you asked and she placed her head on your shoulder. She played with your hand, drawing patterns and kissing it.

"Maybe a dress would be fine. It's not too formal plus you look amazing either way." Bada says that made your heart flutter and heat to creep up your cheeks. She really knows how to win you over even with just words.

The night of the event came and it was rather chill. You didn't feel that out of place since you've been studying Korean when you had time to spare. You were able to hold conversations and didn't cling to Bada that much. You were having fun, chattering with some of Bada's friends when you saw something that shattered you to pieces. It was Bada and a girl who looked so familiar. It was Redy, one of Bada's exes before she started dating you. She was clinging to Bada like they're still a couple and the sight made you feel physically sick that you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom. You're just crying there, trying to convince yourself that it's probably nothing and that you're just overthinking stuff when the door opened and there stood one of Bada's dancer friends.

"Hey are you okay? What happened? Should I call Bada to come here?" the woman asked and you shook your head, wiping your tears away. You're embarrassed that this stranger saw you in a vulnerable state.

"Y-yeah I'm okay.. Sorry you had to see me like this.. But I'm good, everything's good. No need to call Bada." you assured her and she offered to help you freshen up which really helped you calm down.

"I'm Monika by the way and if you need to talk to someone, you can reach me via Instagram." Monika says and you followed her on instagram to which she reciprocated. You thanked her and gave her a hug just in time that Bada came in the bathroom, looking for you and saw you hugging Monika. The look on her face terrified you and your heart sank knowing that this will be another fight between you and her.

Monika excused herself when she saw Bada and now, you're left alone with your girlfriend who looked really pissed off. She looked at you before grabbing you firmly by the wrist and basically dragged you back to the car. The whole car ride was filled with deafening silence but it was a whole different scenario when you were finally inside your shared apartment.

"So what was that all about? Lusher told me that you excused yourself to go to the bathroom and haven't returned after 20 minutes. What were you doing there? Flirting with Monika?! What the hell is wrong with you, Y/N?! Am I not enough?!" Bada yelled at you and you flinched. She was still holding on to your wrist rather tightly and it's starting to hurt now.

"Let me go, Bada.. You're hurting me.." you told her and she did let you go but she didn't stop yelling at you and accusing you of cheating.

"Hurting you? Have you ever thought about how much you've hurt me when I saw you hugging Monika?! Who knows what else happened there!" Bada was absolutely furious and you're starting to get pissed off as well. She's accusing you of cheating yet you saw her and Redy looking like they're still together while Bada couldn't be bothered to even check on you, spend at least a minute with you in that party.

"You're really going absolutely crazy about me hugging Monika when you were the one having her ex cling to them and couldn't be bothered to check on their girlfriend the whole night! I was crying in that damn bathroom because you were never there for me, you were paying more attention to your damn ex more than me! How was I supposed to react to that, huh?!" you finally snapped back and Bada just stormed off to your shared bedroom and locked you out so you slept on the couch that night.

The days went by and you could really feel you and Bada drifting apart. She wouldn't even look at you, wouldn't speak to you. It was horrible and you felt like everything was your fault. How did it come to this? What went wrong? Where was the Bada you once knew and loved? You were about to message her when a friend messaged you first, asking if you and Bada broke up since all your pictures together are apparently deleted from Bada's socials which was a shock to you. You checked and sobs wracked your body at what you saw. It was true, it seems like Bada has erased you from her life already.

With a heavy heart, you grabbed all your belongings and packed your bags. You left the apartment and booked a hotel. You're just gonna stay there for a bit until you can find a cheap apartment to stay. You were planning on leaving Korea once your contract with the company you're currently working at ends. You deactivated all your socials and only kept in touch with your friends and family from the states. You just wanted to be alone and away from Bada to really think things through. To think if the relationship is still worth it or if you needed to just let go of it.

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I Choose Her | Chp: 11

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of known death eaters from one of the richest and oldest wizarding family. Are you prepared to abandon everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 4.6k

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut (?), mention of death and violence, sorry to any ron enjoyers out there

Note: halfway through writing this chapter i realised how im really giving ron the short end of the stick in this story lmao i hope y'all don't mind i'll try to go easier on him

this one is more plot driven than usual but i added fluffy hermione x reader moments to make up for it hopefully its still enjoyable!

alright that's it as usual i hope y'all like this one :)

(btw sneaked in a little hermione pov let me know if u like or hate it 👀)

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An hour had passed now since Hermione agreed to cut Harry's hair and you had merely been sat in the corner, spectating.

Truth be told it was a rather fascinating sight to witness Hermione Granger struggle at something.

She snips another section of hair off, leaving an uneven patch. She winces and you couldn’t fight the snicker that slips out of your lips.

Harry throws you a worried expression and your girlfriend only glares at you.

With the pair of scissors in her hand, she points it at you.

“Alright that’s it. You either be quiet or wait outside until I finish this.” Hermione warns.

You raise your hands up in surrender pursing your lips to avoid bursting into laughter.

“Okay I’ll be quiet, I’m sorry.”

Hermione looks less than convinced but eventually goes back to cutting Harry’s hair.

A few minutes past and you decide you wanted to get a proper look. Standing up, you leaned over Hermione’s shoulder.

Seeing the state of Harry’s hair now only causes you to let out a hysterical laugh.

Harry reaches back, fumbling as he finally had a feel of the uneven patches on his head.

Hermione slaps your arm harshly but it does nothing to subdue your laughter.

“Y/n, you’re being so rude.” She whines, a pout forming on her lips.

“I’m sorry but you’re truly terrible at this.”

You say, finally recovering from your laughing fit.

Harry stands up and glances at you for a moment, the look on his face shows he agrees with your statement.

“I think that’ll do for now Hermione, thank you.” Harry tries his best to be polite but he isn’t fooling anyone.

You take a seat again and watches as Hermione slams the pair of scissors against the table.

A petulant look on her face, you can’t help but feel at fault.

You held out your arms, gesturing for her to sit on your lap.

“My love come here, I’m sorry.”

Hermione was reluctant for a moment, but inevitably situates herself on your lap, looping her arm over your shoulder.

You leaned in to place a kiss against her jaw, you attempt to plant one on her lips but she was quick to turn her head.

“You’re great at a lot of other things sweetheart, maybe just avoid a hairdressing career in the future.” You try to reassure her but Hermione makes no effort to look at you.

Reaching up, you began massaging her shoulder absentmindedly and she welcomes the feeling.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, I’m sorry.” You repeat.

Finally turning to you she leans in, capturing your lips with hers.

Moving your own hand to the back her neck as you deepened the kiss. Your lips were against hers for several moments before Harry can be heard clearing his throat.

He turns to walk out of the tent but Hermione was quick to stop him.

“Hang on Harry, we have something to tell you.”

Your girlfriend looks at you signalling for you to continue.

“Last night, Hermione and I figured something out regarding the horcruxes.”

Harry is now intrigued, he steps closer, folding his arms before giving you his full attention.

“What about the horcruxes?”

“Well, we figured out how to destroy it.” Hermione stands up to grab the book you were reading the night prior.

Handing it to Harry, she waits for him to skim the page before explaining.

“Harry, you destroyed Tom Riddle’s diary with a basilisk fang.”

“But before that you killed the basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor. The blade was then impregnated with it’s venom.” Hermione says.

“That’s why Dumbledore left the sword to you in his will, it can destroy horcruxes.” You add.

“That’s brilliant! You’re brilliant– the both of you!” Harry exclaims and you swear you have never seen him so excited before.

“There’s only one problem ofcourse–”

Harry stops talking as the lights in the tent go out for a moment and you instinctively move to stand next to Hermione.

“The sword was stolen.” Ron states, stepping inside the tent. He holds out Dumbledore’s deluminator and the lights quickly come back on.

“That’s right, I’m still here. But you three carry on, don’t let me spoil the fun.”

You roll your eyes, Ron truly picks his timings.

“What’s wrong?”

Harry asks with a deadpan tone, evidently feeling as annoyed.

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong. Not according to you anyway.” Ron says.

“Look if you have something to say don’t be shy, spit it out.” Harry slams the book closed, stepping closer to Ron.

“Alright I’ll spit it out.”

“But don’t expect me to be grateful just because there’s another damn thing we’ve got to find.” He says, glaring at you.

You feel Hermione grab your hand.

“We’re supposed to be out there destroying these things but now it seems you prefer sitting around playing house with a traitor instead.” He accuses.

“Traitor?” You grimaced at the insult.

Hermione moves her hand up your arm but it does nothing to soothe you.

“I’m sorry, but what part of this isn’t living up to your expectations? Did you think we’d be staying in a 5 star hotel? Finding a Horcrux every other day? Did you think you’d be back with your mum by Christmas?” Harry raises his voice.

“I thought you knew what you were doing I thought Dumbledore would’ve told you something worthwhile.”

Harry rolls his eyes and you grow increasingly agitated yourself.

“I’ve told you everything Dumbledore told me and incase you haven’t noticed we have found a Horcrux already.”

“Yeah, and we’re as close to getting rid of it as we are to finding the rest of them aren’t we?”

Hermione releases your arm, walking towards Ron she attempts to take the necklace off him but he pushes her off harshly.

“Please take the necklace off, you wouldn't be saying any of this if you hadn’t been wearing it all day.”

He pushes her away again.

“And what about you? When are you going to snap out of it Hermione? Can’t you see she’s just using you to help the Dark Lord? I don’t get why you still believe she is on our side. She doesn’t love you.”

Ron practically spits the last sentence, pointing in your direction.

The sight of tears welling up in Hermione’s eyes set you off.

Storming towards them you quickly shoved Ron, his back hitting the pillar, you kept him pinned against it with your forearm. He tries to fight you off but the adrenaline coursing through you allows you more strength than him.

“Take the Horcrux off.” You ordered him calmly even though it took everything in you not to choke him out.

Reaching up he removes the necklace, roughly throwing it onto the ground. You release him from your hold but he makes no effort to walk away, keeping eye contact with you.

A challenge you gladly accepted.

“What is it Weasley? Are you going to hit me?” You taunt.

You notice as his jaw clenched in response. He glances at Harry one last time before storming out of the tent.

The sound of Hermione sniffling finally urges you to look at her. You catch her trying to wipe away her tears on her sleeve.

“Oh, Hermione come here.”

You stepped closer, pulling her in for an embrace and Hermione doesn’t fight it. You feel her sobbing against your shoulder and it shatters you.

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Your impromptu walk along the lake with Hermione had somehow turned into you teaching her how to skip rocks.

She’d been glum since the argument with Ron yesterday and the fact that he had apparated to Merlin knows where in the dead of the night only made things worse.

“Come on, try again you’ll get it.”

Hermione throws the rock and it makes a large splash in the water.

“This isn’t working.” Hermione groans turning around to leave but you stop her with your hand on her arm.

“No, baby you’re doing really well. It’s just your stance is all wrong.”

You say, picking up a smaller stone before moving to stand behind her.

You handed her the stone and carefully guided her arm up. Your hand still over hers, you leaned in to plant a kiss against her neck before whispering directly into her ear.

“Bend your knees a bit.”

Hermione does as she’s told, the blush forming on her cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Good girl.” You smile.

“Now lean back slightly.”

“Release the stone when I say.”

Hermione nods and you guided her arm backwards and then rapidly forward.

“Now.”

She let’s go of the rock and it flings towards the water, skipping twice before sinking. A clear improvement from before.

Hermione smiles widely.

“I can’t believe I did it!” She exclaims.

You chuckled before clapping your hands, applauding her.

“Well done, I knew you could do it.”

Hermione turns to you, wrapping her arms around your neck.

“You’re a great teacher.”

She says directly against your lips. Your girlfriend doesn’t allow you the chance to respond before eliminating any distance between her lips and yours.

Your lips have been on hers thousands of times in a hundred different ways but somehow every kiss still felt like the first.

Hermione tracing circles against your neck made you giddy, you never wanted this feeling to end.

The distant sound of footsteps on gravel urged the both of you to turn around.

Harry can be seen approaching you with his rug sack hanging on his shoulders.

“We need to keep moving, Hermione.”

A pause before your girlfriend responds.

“Any sign of Ron?” She asks and Harry merely shakes his head.

“Okay.” Her voice was quiet.

Harry begins walking away and Hermione follows, she tugs on your arm but you don’t budge.

The look Hermione’s giving you now is one you had been dreading all morning.

“I can’t come Hermione, I have to go back to my parents.”

Your girlfriend sighs and you reach forward holding her face in your hands.

“I will find you again I promise.” You reassure, looking directly into her eyes which are now glossy with unshed tears.

“I hate this.” Hermione grips your coat and you lean in to kiss her deeply.

“Listen, when all of this ends I will never leave your side again.”

“If all of this ends.” She says.

You place a firm hand against her jaw, lifting her head slightly forcing her to look at you.

“Don’t say that. We will defeat him.”

Moving your thumb you stroked her cheek gently and your girlfriend closes her eyes at the sensation.

“And try not to worry about Ron, he’ll turn up I’m sure.”

Hermione nods but doesn’t say anything else, only wrapping her arms around you to pull you into a hug.

“After everything we’ve done so far it can’t be for nothing.”

You say before giving her a gentle peck on the forehead.

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Frustration overcoming her, Hermione groans as she flips the pages of her book harshly. After going through it thoroughly dozens of times, she basically knows every word on every page by heart.

Dumbledore must’ve left this with her for a reason.

There has to be a reason.

Carefully scanning the pages once more something catches her eye, a triangle shaped symbol near the top of the page.

Flipping through the book again she realises the symbol is only drawn on a single page, clearly not meant to be apart of book.

It could mean nothing of course but there is no way for her to know for sure.

This is something but not nearly enough to go on. It still isn’t the clue she was hoping for.

Hermione’s mind starts to wander and like so many times today she's once again plagued by thoughts of you.

She wonders if you might know what the symbol represented, being more naturally versed in the wizarding world than she is.

The nauseating feeling in the pit of her stomach returns and she has to fight the urge to cry, again.

She had no way of knowing when you’ll return but the ring on her finger provides her with a much needed reassurance.

Hermione glances at it, examining the strand of light that’s emerging from the ring.

Something she’s done many times before for comfort.

She knows where you are, she knows you’re safe.

“Hermione!” Harry’s voice in the distance snaps her out of her thoughts.

“You were right.” Her best friend says, taking a seat in front of her.

“Snitches do have flesh memories, but I didn’t catch the first snitch with my hands. I almost swallowed it.” Harry says, handing her the golden ball.

Hermione carefully reads the words etched into the metal.

I open at the close.

“What do you think that means?” Harry asks.

“I don’t know.” Hermione says.

Still not enough to go on.

“I found something as well.” Hermione holds up the book and Harry takes a look at the symbol.

“At first I thought it was an eye but now I don’t think it is.”

“This isn’t apart of the book, somebody drew it.”

“I think Luna’s father was wearing that at Bill and Fluer’s wedding.”

Harry says and it only worked to leave Hermione more perplexed.

“Why would someone draw it in a children’s book?”

A beat before Harry speaks again.

“Hermione I’ve been thinking, I want to go to Godric’s Hollow.”

“It’s where I was born, its where my parents died.”

Hermione stands up before shaking her head in disagreement.

“That’s exactly where he’d expect you to go because it means something to you.” She says.

Harry scrambles to his feet, walking after her.

“Yes but it means something to him too Hermione.”

“You know who almost died there. Isn’t that exactly the type of place he’d be likely to hide a horcrux?”

Harry’s practically pleading.

“But its dangerous Harry–”

Hermione stills for a moment, as much as she hates to admit it this is the only lead they have.

“But even I have to admit recently I’ve been thinking we have to go there.”

“I think it’s possible something else is hidden there.”

Hermione says, walking ahead of Harry.

“What?”

He asks and she turns to look at him.

“The sword.”

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A week since you’ve seen Hermione and you were getting nowhere.

No solid leads on where the Hocruxes might be hidden and you had no idea where the sword is.

The death eaters planning their next attack on Harry only exacerbated your anxiety.

“Nagini tells me the boy was at Godric’s Hollow.”

“He wasn’t alone.”

The Dark Lord says and you begin to feel a pounding in your ears.

He stands up walking around the table.

The room is silent as he eventually stops, settling behind your chair.

“A girl was with him, a mudblood.”

“Hermione Granger as I understand it.”

The pounding in your head was now intolerable, you shut your eyes bracing yourself for the inevitable.

You were foolish to think you could maintain a relationship with Hermione and get away with it.

To your surprise, Voldermort fails to acknowledge you entirely.

Instead, he addresses the man sitting next to you.

This provides you no relief, you would still prefer torture over what came out of the Dark Lord’s mouth next.

“Scabior, when you find this girl, make sure you bring her straight to me. It seems wherever the boy goes, she follows.”

You recognised the man he was ordering to be the leader of a gang of snatchers.

“Yes, my Lord.”

He says, getting up from his seat and quickly apparating out of the room.

Voldermort does the same shortly after and soon the other death eaters follow.

Leaving you alone in the dining area with your parents and the Malfoys.

The Dark Lord may be gone but you are still struggling to catch your breath.

Getting up off your chair you begin making your way to the bathroom.

Your parents do nothing to stop you but your best friend notices your distressed state.

“Y/n, you alright?” Draco stops you, placing a hand on your arm.

“Yes, I’m fine Draco.” You say without looking at him.

Finally reaching the bathroom you quickly closed the door.

When you got to the sink you turned on the faucet, splashing some water on your face.

It did nothing to help, the room was still spinning.

You shut your eyes tightly as you tried to control your breathing.

At the forefront of your mind all you could see was Hermione.

Your stomach turned at the notion of her getting hurt but the idea of finding your way back to her worked to calm you.

You had to get back to her.

You will get into Bellatrix’s vault tonight.

Once the ringing in your ears dissipated you stepped out of the bathroom.

Making your way to the living area of the home, you were abruptly stopped in your tracks.

Snape was stood before you. As expected, his expression remained unreadable.

“Professor.” You greeted him and he wordlessly steps closer to you.

Holding up a key, one you didn’t recognise but if you had to guess it would be a key to somebody’s vault.

It’s as if the professor read your mind with what he says next.

“The key to a vault in Gringotts.”

Snape says and you eyebrows knitted together.

Despite your obvious confusion he does not elaborate.

“Sir?”

He moves forward slipping the key into the pocket of your blazer.

“Use the key and you will find the thing you require.” He says rather ominously and in any other circumstance you’d find humor in his dramatics.

Could a horcrux be hidden in this vault?

Even if that was true why would he want you to retrieve it?

Hundreds of questions and the Professor doesn’t allow you an opportunity to ask any of them.

He dissaparates without another word.

You were left dumbfounded.

Who’s side is he on?

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You wasted no time in making your way over to Gringotts.

Your parents barely batting an eye when you lied about where you were headed. Pansy had clearly done a good job at covering for you which also meant you owed her a ton of favours.

A small price to pay.

“He sent me to retrieve something from his vault.” You responded to the goblin.

“Do you have his key?”

“Yes I do.” You say, holding it up.

“Very well. Come with me.”

The goblin barely gives you a reaction before guiding you past the barrier.

Upon reaching the vault you prepared yourself to look in every corner for the hidden items. Having no idea what they might even look like, you were prepared to spend hours searching if need be.

You were certain of one thing, you were not leaving the vault empty handed.

“Vault 713.” The goblin says as he opens the door to the vault. Passing the key back to you he swiftly takes his leave.

Your shoulders slumped once you took notice of the contents of the vault.

Or rather the lack thereof.

The vault was virtually empty.

Stepping further inside you noticed something propped up against the wall, covered in cloth.

Rapidly making your way over to it you unveiled the item and your mouth fell agape once you realised exactly what it was you were holding.

It was the sword of Gryffindor, sitting in this vault of all places, when it had been presumed to be missing.

Most baffling of all, Snape had been the person to lead you to it.

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You found yourself in a hillside after apparating.

You don’t recognise the area at all, making your way down you silently hoped for Hermione to show herself.

“Lumos maxima.” A bright light emerges from your wand, igniting the area.

Soon you spot a figure in the distance.

You let out a sigh of relief once you realised who it was.

“Potter!” You called out.

Harry runs up to you, his eyes were quick to settle on the sword in your hand.

“How?” He asks, pointing at it utterly perplexed.

“Long story.”

“You have the Horcrux with you?”

Harry nods, taking the necklace off.

He sets in on the ground.

You held out the sword, waiting for him grab it.

Harry merely looks at it.

“I think you should do it.” He says.

You are taken aback for a moment but Harry’s expectant expression was quick to convince you.

“Okay.”

You prepared yourself, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands.

“Now I’ll have to speak to it in order for it to open. I don’t know what’s in there but the bit of Riddle in the diary tried to kill me.”

“Whatever it is, don’t hesitate.”

“Alright, I hear you.” You gripped the sword tighter.

Harry begins speaking in parseltongue and before you know it, a large black mass bursts out of the locket, throwing you back onto the ground.

The dark lord’s voice can be heard echoing around you and it makes your blood run cold.

“I’ve seen your dreams y/n and I’ve seen your fears.”

“A disappointment to your parents.”

“Because of you, the only one you love is in constant danger.”

The voice says.

“Y/n don’t listen to it, it’s lying!” Harry exclaims.

Images of Hermione appear in front of you. Innocent at first but develops into more violent visions the longer you stared at it.

It was as if you had stepped right into one of your nightmares.

A vision of you throwing the killing curse at Hermione causes you to flinch, a dread suddenly overwhelming you.

It was so vivid you could feel the pain in your chest.

“Y/n kill it!”

Harry’s voice snaps you out of it.

The locket using your fears against you was the worst kind of torture.

Your hatred for the Dark Lord only grew, he truly was evil in its purest form.

Your anger worked as the courage you needed to grab the sword off the ground.

With one large swing you cut the locket in half, finally killing the part of Voldemort inside it.

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“Is everything alright?” Your girlfriend asks Harry, as she emerged from the tent.

“It’s fine.”

“Actually it’s more than fine.” Harry says, pointing at you.

You smiled as Hermione’s eyes finally settled on you.

You hold out your arms as she walked up to you, expecting to pull her into a hug.

She catches a glimpse of the sword in your hand and the look on her face causes your smile to falter.

Hermione is angry with you.

She turns to look at Harry and he only holds up the broken Horcrux.

“You destroyed it?”

“How is it that you just happened to have the sword of Gryffindor?” Hermione asks, crossing her arms.

“I got it from a vault at Gringotts.”

Before you could register what was happening Hermione was hitting you repeatedly.

“I told you not to go into her vault! If you had gotten caught you could’ve died!”

In a fit of anger she grabs a handful of leaves from the ground and chucks it at you.

Placing both hands on your chest she attempts to shove you.

Quickly dropping the sword you held her arms in place before speaking.

“Hermione wait, will you please calm down and hear me out?”

Hermione fights to get out of your grip but fails as you are considerably stronger than her she is.

“Hermione, please just listen.”

“I didn’t get it from her vault.” You explained.

“What?” She asks.

Before you could elaborate, Ron emerges from the tent.

“How come you’ve got the sword?”

Ron repeats the question and you glower at him.

You assumed he was finally done throwing his tantrum now that he’s back.

“As I was saying, I got it from a vault. Snape gave me the key to it.”

“What?” All Harry, Ron and Hermione say in unison.

“Snape led you to the only thing that could kill hocruxes?” Harry asks but it sounded more like a statement.

“That doesn’t sound right.” Ron adds.

“Well it’s the truth.” You state.

“I know it sounds insane but I don’t think this was an accident. I think Snape wants us to win.”

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You sighed happily as you watched Hermione grab your pullover from the edge of your bed, putting it on.

She lifts the sheet to cover the both of you before leaning back, resting her head against your chest.

“You know we have two pillows for a reason. You can lay your head against yours once in awhile.” You joked.

Hermione hums, snuggling into you.

“Why would I do that when you’re so comfortable.”

You chuckle, your arm instinctively wrapping around her.

The both of you laid silently for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow before Hermione breaks the silence.

“How’d you manage to get the sword without your parents knowing?” Your girlfriend asks.

“I just made up a lie about Pansy needing me for something urgent and when my parents asked she covered for me.”

You say, not putting much thought into your answer.

“Pansy Parkinson?” Hermione asks, an edge to her voice.

“Yes.” You mimicked her tone.

Your girlfriend moves out of your hold, resting her head against her own pillow.

“Oh.”

“I didn’t know you two were friends.”

Hermione says and you can’t help the smirk forming on your face.

“Since first year. Surely I told you that?”

You decided to keep taunting her a little longer.

“No, you didn’t.”

Hermione remains quiet for a few seconds and you accepted it to be the end of the conversation but she speaks again.

“How many girls have to been with? Before me?” Hermione blurts out and your smile returns.

You shrug.

“A few.”

“A few?” Hermione repeats, sitting up.

Her eyebrows furrow and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone behave so adorably.

“It’s just meaningless sex Hermione.” You reassure, sitting up with her.

Hermione’s pout doesn’t leave her lips and you’re tempted to kiss it off.

“It’s different with you.” Your voice low as you planted a kiss against her shoulder.

Your hand finding her bare thigh, stroking it dangerously close to her center.

“It’s so much better with you.” You say into her ear and you feel her shiver under your touch.

“Really?” Hermione asks, turning to face you.

“You are the best sex I’ve ever had.” You plant a kiss against the corner of her mouth.

You watched as Hermione bites her lip, an obvious glimmer in her eye and you anticipate her next move.

Your girlfriend straddles you again, this time pinning you down against the mattress.

She kisses you with little restraint, she sucks on your bottom lip before her tongue entered your mouth.

Hermione’s lips are moving against yours shamelessly, her hands roaming your body as if claiming you her own.

If this is what it took to get this side of Hermione then you ought to make her jealous more often.

Your hands manage to rest on her ass for a moment before she grabs them to pin over your head.

Hermione runs her tongue along your jaw, eventually settling at the base of your ear.

She moves downwards, biting down playfully and you feel her grin forming against your neck.

Running her tongue along that same patch of skin before sucking on it.

You didn’t have to look at your neck to know she had left a bruise.

Evidently proud of herself, Hermione flashes you an innocent smile before climbing off you to get back under the covers.

She resumes her earlier position with her head on your chest.

“If you’re marking your territory next time it’d be easier to just pee on me.” You quip.

Hermione lets out a laugh before scrunching up her face in disgust.

“You’re nauseating.”

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#5

bull ride - Max Verstappen

Y/N x Max Verstappen Theme: Smut some steamy time with Max x word count: 1970+

Winter break is here, and you finally have some more time with your boyfriend Max, who’s still flying high after him becoming the world champion. Since then, he’d be happier, more relaxed, and overall cuddlier than he used to be. You’re glad that stress is finally gone, for now.

Right now, you’re sitting in the living room of Max’s apartment, while he’s preparing something for you. “Wait here, please.” He smiled, kissed your cheek, and vanished behind the closed bedroom door. Knowing that something is odd, you wait for him to return. He is plotting something, and you’re gonna find out what eventually. Impatiently, you check your phone every five seconds, trying to get your mind off of things, but your whole body shivers in anticipation.

Just then, when you lean back against the soft pillows behind you, you hear the door at the other end of the hallway open. “Honey?” Max says, his voice a little rougher than usual, the anxiety perhaps? “Still here?” You giggle and put your phone down. There is no leaning back anymore, your body is shaking a little, and your eyes are stuck at the wooden doorframe. “Ready?” He says quietly, and you know he is blushing hard, as his voice would always break when he is nervous, so he’s trying to keep it low.

“No!” You say, and both of you share a little laugh. “Define ready, though.” Smirking, you scratch your arm, watching Max enter the living room, dressed up entirely. He’s wearing a brown cowboy hat, a nice, tight white shirt, a few buttons open, teasing you with his chest, nice tight jeans, and no socks. “Fair enough” he shrugs casually, and you notice that he even shaved his scruffy beard, more like bringing some form into it, even though you like it when his little hair tickles you. “Oh hello.” You say, unsure about how to keep a straight face. He looks so good, and he knows it. 

“My lady.” He growls, his hands at his waist as he slowly walks up to you. “May I?” Max smiles, reaching for your hand. You embrace his hand and he instantly, gently pulls you into him. “Easy there, cowboy.” You smirk, steadying yourself against his broad chest, while his hands wander to your waist, securely holding you in place. “Sorry, my lady.” He breathes against your mouth, sending shivers down your spine. “You’re just, so pretty,” Max whispers, leaning into you, placing a single, loving kiss right on your lips. 

You embrace him fully, closing your eyes to just feel him, to taste his delicious taste. But he, instead, separates himself from you, just enough to keep you wanting more. Leaning your head back, you have another look at his hat, his pretty face, and further down his body, running a finger down his neck, right between his open shirt. “This is your surprise?” You lick your lips, your eyes wandering all over his beautiful body. “All of this.” A devious smirk spreads across his face when he starts to slowly grind his hips on yours.

You can feel him being very excited already, which makes you mirror his smirk. “This is something.” Leaning into him, you breathe against his cheek until you're right at his ear. “I’ve never been to a bull ride.” You stick your tongue out, barely reaching his skin, still, it’s enough to make him gasp quietly. He runs his hands around your body, to your butt, feeling your cheeks firmly.  “Then, how about we change that?” He returns the favor, even biting your earlobe tenderly. Without you being able to do anything, he easily picks you up and carries you through the apartment into the bedroom. 

“You’re a dork.” You giggle, patting his chest while he just grins. “Oh, I am.” He growls and opens the door with his knee. “Oh, Max!” You say, shocked. The whole room is decorated with half a dozen burning candles, a bottle of booze on the nightstand and soft, rock music is playing in the background. “Oh, that?” He shrugs, puts you down, and wraps an arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to him. 

“It’s beautiful.” You say, turning your face to meet his, catching him looking at you with a soft, loving smile on his lips. “Just like you.” Max kisses you again, this time, it’s way more passionate with his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, spreading his taste all over your tongue. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, and he, again, easily picks you up, with his hands around your thighs. The two of you keep kissing each other, when he puts you down on the bed, separating himself from you.

“Watch this.” He smirks, takes a few steps back, and starts moving his hips, easily catching the rhythm of the song playing in the background. Smiling, you cheer for him, when you catch sight of the bottle again. Snatching it from the nightstand, you open it in one swift movement, while Max keeps on rocking his hips, squatting down even, losing himself in the music. You take a long sip from the booze, enjoying its taste mixed with Max’s. “Take it off.” You start chanting, making him blush again. But he winks and starts unbuttoning his shirt, one at a time. 

“That’s it.” You cheer again, before you stop, your eyes now glued to his beautiful frame, his chest, his tits, and the little treasure trail leading down his jeans. He catches you staring, and smirks. “Too much?” He grunts, and you smirk even wider. “Come here.” You mouth and motion for him to come closer. He does, and even flexes his arms for you, once he’s right in front of you. “Too much?” You scuff, running a hand along his arms, feeling his biceps tense even harder. 

“Not at all.” You start stroking him now, his arms, his neck, down his chest, feeling every fiber of his body react to your slightest touch. To tease him even more, you take another sip from the bottle and start kissing him everywhere. Max giggles, enjoying every second of it though. He places his hands at your neck, running his fingers through your hair, to your cheek and your chin, lifting your head easily with two fingers. “My turn.” He smiles, takes the bottle, and drinks, nearly emptying at once. 

Max then helps you take off your shirt, and easily handles your bra right afterward. dropping both of them to the floor right next to the bed. Now, it’s him who’s checking you out, and you feel even better about it. You get up, take one of his hands and lead him to your breasts, letting his finger caress your chest, your boobs, and your nipple. “Amazing.” He says breathlessly, and his eyes find your gaze once more. “Can I get a kiss?” You smile shyly, and he grins, instantly bending down, placing loving kisses all over your tits. 

Now it is you who’s running your hands through his hand, removing the cowboy hat with one swipe. “I’m so hard.” He grunts suddenly, and rouches himself through his tight jeans, a grimace spreading over his face. “Let me help you.” You say lovingly, even though you enjoy the sight of him struggling to keep it together. Running a hand between his legs, you stroke him a few times, making Max moan quietly. “God.” He growls again, leaning his head back, letting out a huge sigh. 

“That’s right.” You smirk, and open his jeans, letting them drop to his ankles. Instantly, your hands meet his on his dick, the two of you stroking him together through his underwear. He slowly regains his composure and returns the favor. Now, he runs a hand between your legs, stroking your thighs, just with his fingertips. “Mhmm.” You moan underneath your breath, and now, one hand on his dick, you use your other hand to run a finger along his jawline, through the scruffy beard of his. 

“hand me the bottle.” You say, and both of you look down at it in Max’s hands. “Nearly empty.” He shrugs, but you have an idea. “Make it count.” You lick your lips, raise the bottle and carefully, tilt it, so it runs down Max’s bare chest. “Y/N!” He giggles, and flinches. “It’s cold.” You don’t reply, instead, you begin to lick it off his skin, again and again, causing him to moan loudly. “That feeling. Fuck.” He growls and grinds his hips against yours again. “So good.” You say, once the bottle is empty, and catch Max staring again. This time, you know what he desires most. You.

Without wasting any more time, he kisses you again, and the two of you get on to the bed. Like in a hurry, both of you manage to get your pants off, including your underwear. “I need you.” He grunts angrily, one hand between your thighs, the other on your tits. “Take me, then.” You hiss, the two of you lying right next to each other. However, before he can make a move, you take the initiative. In one swift motion, you roll on top of him, pinning him down against the bed. “I’m down?” He frowns, not his favorite position at all.

Nodding slowly, you bend down, placing kisses all over his chest again, still tasting the booze. He starts thrusting into the air, unable to contain himself any longer. “Fuck.” He moans once you reach his face, your lips hovering over his. “You'll enjoy this, Max.” You hiss again, kissing him one last time before you make your way back to his crotch. With his huge meat tenting inside his briefs, you cannot help yourself but bite your lower lip. “Oh boy.” You say, grabbing him firmly, making him whimper. “Y/N.” He grunts, trying to keep his head up but fails due to exhaustion.

“What.” You smirk, tracing the outlines of his obvious swelling with your nails, sending shivers down his spine. Carefully, teasingly, you pull down his underwear, having a nice, long view at his fully erect cock. You make your way back to his face, biting his lips. “Time for a ride.” Max breathes heavily, and together, he slides inside of you, filling you completely. Both of you moaning in unison, you steady yourself against his chest, feeling all of his muscles tense harder than ever before. His nipples rock hard, and his strong, veiny arms pressed against the bed. 

Now, you start riding him, starting off pretty slow and tame, much to Max’s dismay. “Fuck me.” He groans, and you increase the pace steadily. “Your huge.” You moan excitedly, loving the feeling of him inside you, hitting the sweet spot every single time. Max tries to reply, but a groan is all that comes out of his mouth. Going faster and faster, you easily take up each other’s rhythm, making it even harder not to cum right now. Thrusting harder and harder, you look down, looking at Max, whos very close to climaxing. He claws his fingers into the bedsheets.

“Fuck, I’m cumm...” He moans loudly, and you bend down, kissing him lovingly. “Not yet.” You demand and watch him grimacing once more. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your limits as well, and after a few more harsh thrusts, the two of you scream out in ecstasy, Max cumming inside you, which sends you right over the edge as well. For a moment, you freeze in this position. Both of you breathing quickly. Gently, he pulls his throbbing dick out, and you drop next to him, instantly getting wrapped into a hug by Max. 

“That was fucking good.” He moans, touches himself gently, and places a single kiss on your forehead. “We need to do that again.”

258 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 3. Januar 2022

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338 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 15. August 2022

#3

suit fitting - Charles Leclerc

Y/N x Charles Leclerc Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching, not too explicit enjoying how good Charles looks in his Ferrari suit x word count: 1080+

The day has come, when you and your long-time boyfriend Charles made your way towards the Ferrari Testing Center, for the winter testing. This means that you finally be able to enjoy Charles wearing his red racing suit again, which you missed dearly. So once he asked you to join him on that special day, you didn’t even think for one second about it, before you basically jumped into his arms. 

Now, you’re sitting in Charles' little private area, waiting for him to show off his nice, tight suit. He asked you to wait for him here since it would be even more exciting with a special entrance. So, you check your clock, nearly half an hour went by, without any sign of him returning to you. Sighing, you pull out your phone from your jeans, and browse your Instagram feed, replying to some messages, when you hear someone approaching the room through the long hallway. 

Luckily, some walls are made of glass, so there isn’t really any hiding behind concrete, but this also means, that you spot him instantly. “Fuck.” You mutter under your breath once you catch sight of him, and there he is. Charles steps inside the room, runs a hand through his beautifully messed up hair, and shows off his gorgeous smile. “Hi there.” He says softly, and stops in his tracks, for you to take a good look at him. “Hey.” You breathe deeply, get up from the sofa and slowly make your way towards him. 

Of course, you cannot help yourself and let your eyes wander all over his well-formed body. Starting at his boots, and up to his body. His legs, and especially his big thighs look so good inside the suit, the fabric flattering all of him perfectly. But then, you spot a huge bulge already formed at his crotch, telling you how excited he already is. “Damn.” You think to yourself and bite your lips. Keeping your eyes at the visible tent in his trousers, you break free from the sight and continue to check him out. 

Nodding appreciatingly, you enjoy the sight of his broad chest, his arms, biceps, and shoulders bulging against the soft fabric of the suit until you reach his beautiful face. Charles smirks playfully, knowing very well how hot he looks, and what the sight of him, wearing this outfit does to you. “So, what do you think?” He growls, lifting his arms into a quick shrug. “Oh, I think you know that already.” You hiss, squinting at him, causing him to giggle underneath his breath. “I do.” He grins, placing both of his hands at his own chest, stroking himself firmly. For a while, you watch his hands moving across his chest, down to his tummy, and even further down to his crotch, feeling his bulge gently.

“Charles.” You say softly, taking another step closer towards him, placing your hands now at his chest. “Yes?” He says, raising his eyebrows and simultaneously, he places both of his hands at your waist, pulling you even closer towards him. “Do you have something for me, somewhere?” You say softly, running a finger to the zipper of his chest piece. “Huh?” He tilts his head slightly, playing the innocent one. Charles of course knows what’s happening down there. He knows how good he looks, and he enjoys this, but, knowing how much you like this, turns him on even more.

“Charles.” You pout, leaning into him, making sure your lips just brush over his, and immediately, the faint scent of his cologne enters your nostrils, causing you to close your eyes for just mere seconds. You open your eyes again, and your gaze meets his, with him smirking deviously. “Don’t make it harder than it has to be.” Hissing, unzip his suit slowly, teasingly, without breaking eye contact with him. At the same time, he starts grinding on you, his crotch against yours, but just enough to keep the teasing going. 

Feeling his bulging dick against your thighs, you bite your lower lip, holding back a soft moan. “You like it hard.” He grunts and his face stiffens, with his expression hardening as well. “Don’t you.” Charles raises his eyebrows again, and without giving you any chance to react, he presses his lips onto yours, kissing you passionately. You embrace him in an instant, and let him take the lead. He is aching for control, and you know there is no point in even trying to take over. It’s his suite, his comfort zone, and you are so happy to be here today, that you allow it. 

Charles separates himself from you to take a deep breath, and you seize the moment, unzipping his racing suit. Quickly, your hand slips inside it, stroking his chest, his hard nipples, and his tenses muscles through his fireproofs. “So good.” He leans his head back, groaning deeply. Pleased with yourself, you lean into him again, placing kisses all over his neck, letting his scruffy beard tickle you again and again. While you please him with a dozen passionate kisses, you feel his hands stroking your waist, your ass, and down to your thighs, but he holds back, before running one of his hands between your legs.

Slowly but steadily, Charles regains his composure and lowers his head, once again, his burning gaze meeting yours in an instant. “I love you.” He growls, and his body shivers when you run your hand down to his crotch, feeling his erect dick through his pants. “I love you too, Charles.” You say, kissing him once more. He runs his hands along your back, your spine, to your neck, securely holding you in place. “We need to stop now, I’m afraid.” Charles groans softly and separates himself from you again. “Yeah, for now.” You say, grabbing his dick one last time, making him flinch and giggle.

“Tonight?” He says, running a hand through your hair and to your cheek, stroking you with his thumb. The feeling of his soft skin on yours sends shivers down your spine. “Can’t wait.” You breathe deeply, and slip out of his pants, stroking his tummy a few more times while he stares into your eyes. “I’m happy you’re here.” Charles smiles, and you nearly get lost in his bright, shining eyes. “I’m so happy to have you.” You say and close his racing suit carefully. “Me too.” He says, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

Then, together, you make your way to testing.

346 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 6. Februar 2022

#2

Pluisje - Max Verstappen

Y/N x Max Verstappen Theme: Fluff spending a cuddly day with Max, getting him a new nickname x word count: 670

Even though the sun is shining outside of your apartment window in Monaco, you and your boyfriend Max decided to spend the day at home, being lazy. You’re lying on the sofa, with Max’s head casually resting on your lap. His eyes are closed, his hair messy and he’s wearing an oversized white t-shirt and a pair of Calvin Klein boxers. He didn't bother to get dressed at all, since you were not planning to leave your flat anyways.

You did the same, but, you decided to plunder his side of the cupboard, putting on one of his orange Redbull hoodies, a pair of his grey joggers, and socks. Smiling shyly, you run a hand through his soft, fluffy hair, again and again, while he purrs softly. Max lifts his arm, gently stroking yours with his fingertips, just enough to send shivers down your spine. Casually, he begins to stroke his chest, once, then twice, still purring contently.

“Feeling good?” You giggle, slightly tilting your head, watching him curiously. He opens his eyes sleepily, barely able to look at you with the bright sunlight blinding him through the window behind you. “Yeah.” He yawns widely, stretching his right leg. His yawn turns into a long, guttural groan before his whole body softens again and he rubs the back of his head against your lap. “That’s right.” You run your fingers through his hair one last time, before you caress his cheek softly, down to his jawline and through his very, scruffy beard. 

A content smile spreads across his lips, and with that, he closes his eyes again, letting out a breathless sigh. “I like your beard like this.” You smile, tracing his jawline with your finger, feeling his little, tingling hair with your fingertips. “You do?” He growls, opening his eyes, this time, they shine even brighter than usual. Nodding, you enjoy the feeling on your skin, when a coy smirk forms in the corner of his mouth. “You’re my pluisje.” You say, trying your best not to giggle again. “Pluisje?” He smiles, his eyes now stuck at yours. “I like that.” Max grins, and you playfully poke his nose. 

“Stop:” He protests, trying to avoid your finger, but you’re way too persistent. You poke him a couple of times, but to not tease him any longer, you bend down and kiss him right on his lips. Instantly, he embraces your lips on his, and he kisses you back, once, twice, before you place one last kiss onto his nose and separate yourself from him again. Growling, he turns his head towards your tummy, and you chuckle. “A bit sleepy, aren’t we?” You smirk, and he just nods slowly. “You’re way too comfy.” He says, with his rough voice a little softer than normal. 

“I know.” You whisper, running a hand through his hair again, watching him for a little while, before you feel like joining him. “Make some space.” Poking him again, this time, his shoulder, he instantly moves slightly, so you can lie down right in front of him. Now, face to face, you watch him open his eyes exhaustedly. “Hey.” He growls, smiling weakly. “Hey.” You return the favor, and lift your arm, inviting him to come even closer. “Thank you.” He licks his lips before resting his head against your chest. “Always.” You smile softly, wrapping an arm around his body, gently stroking his back through his shirt. 

Carefully, silently even, one of his hands slip underneath your hoody, and his cold hand starts to stroke you, just around your navel. “Max, your hand is cold.” You giggle with shivers running through your whole body. “That’s fun.” He smirks, lifting his head so his gaze meets yours. “My pluisje.” You say and kiss him again, his hair tickling you slightly. “My princess.” He growls once you separate from him, and he kisses you again, and again, with you enjoying every one of them. 

You spend some more time cuddling before it’s to get something to eat.

351 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 19. Februar 2022

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whispers - Carlos Sainz Jr

Y/N x Carlos Sainz Jr Theme: a little bit of everything, not too explicit Carlos comforts you when you’re being anxious about making your relationship public x word count: 1430+

It’s nearly midnight on this grey winter night when you find yourself lying in the bed of your boyfriends’ apartment. You’ve met Carlos about two months ago, and after just three dates, you were certain that he is the one you want to spend your time with. Everything about your relationship feels right. He treats you like his queen, makes sure to fulfill all of your wishes, and knows how to use his charm to make you smile, even when you don’t feel like it.

You’re lying in bed, covered with a thick, fluffy blanket, and watch Carlos getting ready to join you. He takes his shirt off, casually dropping it to the floor right next to the bed, runs his fingers along his jawline, through his scruffy beard, and up through his already messed up hair. Smiling, but tired, you struggle to keep your eyes open when he turns around, looking at you with a soft, gentle smile. Carlos starts to look down at his own chest, and runs a hand through his chest hair, tenderly stroking himself a couple of times. 

He’d do that from time to time, especially when he is nervous. It helps him to calm down, and you appreciate getting a glance at his well-formed body, his beautiful abs, his hairy chest, and of course, his massive arms. “Carlos.” You smile, rubbing your eyes. “Oh.” He giggles, as you lift the blanket, inviting him to join you underneath the fluffy cloud. “I’m coming.” Carlos gets on top of the bed and crawls closer towards you, but before he joins you, he leans into you, kissing you lovingly.

Once, twice, his soft lips meet yours, and his beard starts tickling you slightly. “I’m ticklish.” You protest, moving your head to avoid his little, scruffy hair but he keeps on kissing you a couple of more times. “I know. I love that.” He growls deeply and separates from you just enough so you can stare into each other’s eyes. Then, you notice his distinctive, familiar scent, a mixture of spicy and sweet, and it’s surrounding him fully. One reason you feel so comfortable when you’re near him.

“I love those too.” You smile shyly, and place a hand at his cheek, gently stroking him with your thumb. Carlos smiles as well, his face softening quickly while his toned body stays tensed, his muscles bulging underneath his skin. Carefully, he slides inside your cocoon and wraps the blanket around the two of you. Instantly, you embrace his body against yours, hugging him tightly. He does the same, sheltering you with his big arms. You enjoy the heat of his body, the smell of his scent as he places a few, very delicate kisses on your forehead.

For a second, you feel at ease, but then you remember that you’re about to join him at a charity event next Sunday, which makes you a little anxious. Carlos notices your composure shifting just slightly, and he separates himself a little bit, to be able to look at your face. “Are you okay?” He whispers, his eyes shining dimly. “Yeah.” You mouth breathlessly, but keeping eye contact is way too hard, so you look down at his chest instead. For a while, you feel the heat rising inside every fiber of your body, and you know that your face is completely red. 

“You wanna talk about it? It’s okay, I promise.” He growls again, running a finger along your arm, trying his best to help you relax. “It’s just, I’m a little anxious.” You say shyly, and look up at him again, and his face softens even more. “About what?” He says comfortingly, as you place a hand at his firm chest, and start drawing circles across his skin, his chest, and down to his abs. “About next week.” You say, forcing a weak smile, which he notices immediately. “Oh,” Carlos says, and thinks for a few seconds before he shrugs. 

“If you don’t feel like it, we don’t have to go.” He smiles, still stroking your arm tenderly. “No, it’s not like that, it’s just-.” You breathe deeply, a wave of shiver running down your spine. “It’s our first official event. As a couple.” Biting your lower lip, you shrug quickly. “It’s stupid, I- I know.” Expecting him to laugh at you, you tilt your head slightly and your eyes wander down his body, watching your fingers running across his skin.

But then, he places a hand on yours, embracing your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “Y/N. That’s not stupid, at all.” Carlos frowns, and a little shocked, you look into his eyes again, to see him smiling comfortingly. “It will be great. You’ll do great, and we will have so much fun.” He giggles, making you smile as well. “But what if they don’t like me?” You say, blushing heavily again. “Why?” He says, confused. “You’re amazing, beautiful, talented, kind,” Carlos says, his eyes wandering down your body, appreciating all of you. “So, so gorgeous.” He growls once again, his deep voice a little rougher and huskier than usual.

“Carlito.” You say, hitting him playfully, causing him to giggle under his breath. “But seriously, there is no need to be nervous about anything.” He says, a little more serious than before, and he kisses your forehead again. “I just. I don’t know. I hope your fans will like me as well.” As soon as you say that, you see a shimmer igniting in his beautiful eyes, and a huge playful smirk spread over his face. “Oh, don’t worry. They will love you.” He says confidently, the smirk growing wider and wider.

“You think?” You say, raising an eyebrow curiously. “What about, we do a little sneak peek?” He says, looking at you with a well-known expression. Carlos would always look at you like that when he has an idea, that is a little weird at first, but always ends up making your day. “What do you have in mind?” You say, looking at him suspiciously. Carlos chuckles, moving underneath the blanket, freeing himself from the cocoon to snatch his phone from the nightstand. “We take a little picture for Instagram, and we will see what people think.” He groans, stretching his arm to grab the phone before he turns back to you. 

Thinking deeply, you look at the phone, his face and his chest again and again. “Okay.” You say, smiling shyly. Happy with himself, he gets back into the cocoon and pulls you into a tight hug. “Let’s try this.” He grunts as you steady yourself against his strong chest. A little nervous, you bury your face against his shoulder, just in time for him to take the picture. Carlos giggles, and kisses you again. He wraps one hand around your arm, pulling you even closer towards him. “Here.” He says and shows you the photo he just took. 

It’s a very cute couple picture, with him smiling excitedly, even though you can see the exhaustion in his tired eyes. You, on the other hand, are barely seeable through your hair, and his arm around your back. But, a shy little smile is visible, with your nose against his chest. “That’s cute.” He says, rubbing his nose against your forehead. “It is.” You say, stroking his chest again. “Shall we post it?” He says, tilting his head for you to look into his eyes again. “Yeah.” You breathe deeply and watch him post it to his Instagram. “Done.” he smiles, and instantly the post is flooded with all of his fans being happy, excited, and everyone is asking for your name, calling you beautiful, gorgeous, and pretty.

Blushing again, you cannot fathom the reaction, but it makes you extremely happy. “See, babé. They love you already.” Carlos giggles, and puts his phone away. “I guess.” You say, still lost in your thoughts. “But I love you more.” He says suddenly and starts placing kisses all over your face. “Carlito, I’m ticklish.” You try to defend yourself, but he’s way too quick and strong. To get the upper hand, you pinch his hard nipple, causing him to flinch and whimper. “Y/N: That’s not fair.” He says as you get the advantage and roll on top of him, pinning him to the bed.

Both of you are still catching your breath when you stare into each other’s eyes one last time. “Thank you, Carlos.” You say lovingly, running a hand along his cheek, and through his hair. “Always.” He says, and you kiss him before you cuddle for a while until you both fall asleep.

510 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 21. Januar 2022

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Polaris Part Ten

Parts: Preview, Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven (Coming soon!)

Genre: Action, drama, romance, sci-fi, etc.

Paring: Jongin x Character

Word count: 9.3

A/N: After a long time, and update! Please enjoy the part and feel free to message me your feels! Also warning for implied sexual abuse, emotional abuse, incest... yeah... I feel bad for the person going through that in this story... BUT it’s not happening. Just talked about it happened in the past.

I feel a hand touch my shoulder as I look, seeing Chanyeol looking at me. He looks over, a small smirk on his face. He looked tired, even after getting some rest after yesterday's events. Makes sense, hard to rest after something like that. He just smiles, “Trying to replace his Fighter, huh?”

I couldn’t sleep after yesterday. The adrenaline still pumping in my veins. Memories in my mind of how I almost killed Jongin still haunted me as I just nod. If that wasn’t bad, the fact that it seems like everything I’ve ever fought for was a lie still messes with me constantly. “It’s the least I could do after,” I stop, letting my words trail off, though my mind still goes… After I ripped his heart to pieces. After I tried to kill him.

The spare Fighter in front of me, the missing thruster replaced with a brand new spare that was in the the Hanger. Turns out if you say you’re rebuilding a Fighter for Captain Kim Jongin people tend to let you have whatever needed. I had my pick of the litter, and got a brand new one. I look back at the cool metal, making all the adjustments that Jongin liked for his Fighter. I know how he wanted Aryl like the back of my hand. I could have worked on that ship with my eyes closed and a hand behind my back I knew it so well. Making him a new one is going to be relatively easy. It’ll just take a few hours.

I close my eyes, remember seeing him hit the bomber. My heart in my throat in fear as I stared. It felt like an eternity for him to reappear after ejecting. It was hard to keep my eyes on him after that, so the fear was there, under my skin until it was all said and done.

“Jongin doesn’t blame you,” Chanyeol says, sitting down next to me. I should have knows he could see it. How all this was affecting me. “He thinks he’s only alive because of you. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

If anything, that makes me feel worse. Guilty. “I just can’t believe she would do such a thing to her own brother,” I muttered, before taking a step back. I wipe the grease of my fingers, seeing it stain anyways. I frown, looking to the cockpit, “I have to replace the steering wheel with a stick, change the wheels to the smaller ones and put the protective film that he likes on the canopy.” I sigh, looking at Chanyeol. His white irises looking at me with worry. “I’ll just feel a lot better if I get this done. It wouldn’t take long if he wasn’t so damn picky, though.”

“He gets that from his Father,” I hear a voice behind me.

I turn, seeing a pale haired woman, Junmyeon with her. She smiles, and instantly I knew who she looked like. The same smile. The way way their eyes light up. She was stunning, just like Sehun. Etherions usually are. I turn, biting my lip. She looked out of place on the hanger of our transport ship. Tools, grease and the smell of the recently welded metal in the air. She was dressed in a beautiful light blue dress and heeled shoes, her hair braided into two pigtails. Someone that beautiful should be far away from places like this.

“Um… Hello,” I say, feeling incredibly awkward. “I’m Lyra Lang.”

I see Chanyeol hold back a laugh from my awkward introduction. I quickly toss him a glare before looking back at her. She smiles, walking forward. She hold out her hand, “Kim Minjee!”

I stick my hand out, seeing it dirty and calloused, “Um…”

She takes it, shaking it with a soft grip. She smiles at me, “It’s nice to meet you, Lyra Lang.” She smiles, looking at the Fighter behind me. “I take it this will be my son’s new Fighter?”

I nod, looking at it. I felt awkward here. The guilt still rising and I glanced at her again. I wonder if she would have hated me if she knew I almost succeeded in killing her youngest child? I look back to the ship, “He’ll have to paint it himself, though… but it’s the least I can do after… well, everything yesterday.”

She nods, “Is it ok if I stay here while I wait for him to wake up? I know some mechanics don’t care for people to watch them…”

“F-feel free,” I say, feeling my face heat up. “But… don’t be alarmed if you try to talk to me and I don’t hear you. I kind of get into a zone…”

“I don’t want to distract you,” She says with a smile, sitting down on one of the stools by one of the many tall tool boxes. “Besides, I have Junmyeon to talk to. I just wanted to see the woman who saved my son’s life years ago.”

I pause, just staring at her. I hear Chanyeol cough after a few seconds, causing me to look away finally. “Oh… cool,” I say, before turning around. I hear Chanyeol laugh. I elbow him, causing him to fall from his seat. He turns, talking to Junmyeon and Mrs. Kim.

Just as I thought, I got into a zone. I had to wipe down the canopy, making sure it was perfectly clean before putting on the specific film that Jongin likes on it. It’s always a pain in the ass as I sit in the seat, pressing a small plastic square to the inside of the canopy. One side of it was curved, made specifically for this. No air bubbles, as I take a sharp knife around the edges to cut away the excess. After that I change the wheels. Thankfully Chanyeol was there, using the machine to help lift the fighter so I could change the landing gear to the ones with the smaller wheels. Smaller, less weight meant that he could go faster as it’s less overall weight for the whole Fighter.

The biggest pain was the fucking steering stick. I had to deactivate the battery, empty all the fuel and then start so I couldn’t risk electrocution. Then I had to remove the seat with Chanyeol’s help and set down there and start carefully changing the hardware. The wires are specific and if you don’t connect them right, it could make the Fighter go left when they wanted to go right. Cutting the wires, twisting them with the ones that connect to the stick always leaves me with little needle like cuts on my fingers. More uncomfortable than painful really.This is the most important change I was making, so I had to concentrate on it very hard.

After an hour of connecting wires, moving hardware and reconnecting, I smile as I push the stick back and forth. Chanyeol had reconnected the battery for me so I could test it. The horizontal stabilizers moved the way I wanted them to as I moved the stick. I smile. Glad it was done perfectly. I’ve only had to do that a few times, but every time it make me nervous.

I stand, a lot more room after the seat was taken out just in time to see the from the open opening in the hanger, Jongin move, looking and his eyes landing on his mother. He was frozen in the spot, as she looks over, a huge smile on her face. I see tears comes to her eyes as she moves. Jongin bolts towards her, holding her tightly as she cried tears of joy. I smile, crouching and leaning on the edge of the Fighter. It was heartwarming, seeing them reunite.

Jongin mutters something in a language I didn’t know, as she replies back in it. I see his eyes get a little teary before he just holds her closer. She nods, “I’m so proud of you, My little Nini.” She laughs, “Though I suppose I can’t call you little anymore, can I?”

He pulls away, looking and seeing Junmyeon crying, as Jongdae walked in after Jongin. “Minseok,” He asks, looking at their second eldest brother.

“He and the Judicial head are both intrum commanders. He’s been busy nonstop,” He says, smiling fondly, “He’d have it no other way, though, since so many leadership positions are now vacant. You know him, he has to be sure that the universes know that the rest of the Syndicate had no idea about this.”

Jongin nods, “He’s good at it, making sure that everything remains calm.” He looks back at his mother, “Why the hanger, though? I thought you’d rest after traveling.”

“It took three seconds to get here,” She says, shaking her head. She smiles, before looking at me, “Besides, I wanted to meet the woman who saved you years ago, I hear.” She glances over at me, gesturing with her hand towards me, “Then I just got fascinated watching her work.”

Jongin glances over, seeing me the first time since he walked in. I feel my face flush as I just wave awkwardly. Chanyeol chokes on a sudden laugh as I frown, moving and throwing a small screwdriver at him. He dodges easily, still laughing. When I look back, I see Jongin right at the edge, looking up at me fondly.

“You’re making me a new Fighter,” He asks, the softness of his voice making me want to melt. I knew the emotions he held there, their truth and how strong they are now. He just grins at me, and I nod, not sure what else to do.

“Well… yeah. What happens if there is another attack? I’d prefer you to have a Fighter that you’re use to,” I mumble, looking away. My heart beating fast as I had to look away from him. This is bad. I’m not use to feeling like this around him and it was weird and awkward. I felt like I had to act like I normally would, try to push the feelings away for now. “J-just don’t crash this one! I’ve spend hours on it, especially on the fucking steering stick! Now, help me get the seat in so you can take it for a test flight.”

“You’re coming too,” Jongin says, nodding. Part of me wanted to say no, but I knew it was my duty as the mechanic to do so after such extensive changes. He starts to pick up the seat. I move, getting ready to grab it and help lift it in. “Someone has to be there to listen out for something going wrong, after all.”

“Well, you’re useless at it if I’m going to be honest,” I grunt, pulling the seat in side, shifting it into place.

“All I ever expect from you is honesty,” He says with a laugh. I grab the bolt and wrench. The only way to screw it in place is to hang half in the Fighter and out. I could feel my face flush, my butt hanging out as I screw the four bolts in place. I felt weird. I’ve never felt embarrassed about doing this, ever. I pout to myself as I grab the washers and nuts, pushing the release for the latch that leads to the landing gear. I slip, falling out the Fighter and onto my feet, losing balance for a moment. I feel Jongin grab my arm, holding me up as I blush, giving him a small nod of thanks.

“It’s a good thing your so small or else you wouldn’t be able to fit,” Junmyeon says, as I do a rude gesture at him. I look, seeing Mrs. Kim there, feeling embarrassed immediately. I slide into the small opening, stepping on wheel. One hand holding me up to where the bolts are as I start to secure them with the washer and nut for each one. I was an odd angle as I had to hold myself up using the oxygen pipe. Thankfully it didn’t take long as I look, making sure I didn’t damage the oxygen line. I check the oxygen tank, happy that it was about 93 percent full. It’s only used if the oxygen converter in the ship is damaged or if the canopy is damaged.

I get out, scraping my arm as I tumbled out. I frown, seeing a small cut on my forearm.

“You ok,” Chanyeol asks, looking over. If anyone knows the pain of getting constant cuts on your arms and hands over working in mechanics, it’s him.

I just wave him off, walking over and finding a roll of paper towels. I made sure to fold it easily, before placing it on my arm and grabbing the tape, wrapping it around. I smile, happy with my quick bandage as I see Jongin coming back from the rest of the ship, a jumpsuit on and the helmet from the spare in his hands.

“Kyungsoo is going to be so annoyed when he sees that,” Junmyeon says.

“I’m sure he has people in a lot more need that me. I think he’ll be fine if I didn’t go to him over a simple cut,” I say, before Jongin pushes a helmet in my hands. I look at him, pointing, “I swear, if you don’t warn me this time when you go to roll-”

He laughs, smiling, “I will, I promise Lyra.”

I stopped, feeling my heart momentarily stop seeing how he looked at me so fondly. The man before we went on this trip would have been smirking. Said something rude or flirted. Not him now, though. The real him. He looks at me like I’m the light of his life now, and part of me thinks it could be true with how warm I feel right now. I feel my face go red as I just poke him in the chest, “You’re painting it. Base color and all.” I look at Chanyeol, “Mind fueling it?”

He gives me a thumbs up.

I hear Jongin laugh as I feel my heart racing. Part from Jongin and part from going to be in a Fighter again. I quickly get in, putting on my helmet and attaching my oxygen line easily. I bucked myself in as Jongin slides in, doing the same. He connects to the radio.

“Captain Kim reporting to ATC. ATC please reply,” He says, before looking out the windshield. Chanyeol gives him the thumbs up after removing the blocks for the wheels.

“Officer number,” I hear a voice ask, hearing the sound of the woman from before, Jesimine. I could feel a small, bitter jealousy in me. I roll my eyes, pushing it away. He can do what he wants. It’s fine.

Jongin speaks quickly, “0307KJI88.”

“Reason for flight,” She asks, and I could tell she’s being very professional, which I appreciate.

“Test flight. New Fighter and I want to break it in,” He says.

“What changes,” she asks, “Sorry, we have to ask every time there has been a change to a Fighter.”

“New wheels, protection film on the canopy, new thruster and steering stick,” He says, turning the Fighter on, starting to roll out the Hanger of the ship. Right ahead of us was a take off stip, so he drives us to the edge, right in the middle as he waits.

“Just you or is there someone else,” She asks, “Sorry, we’ve been instructed to be incredibly strict about these things.”

“I’d be concerned if you weren’t,” Jongin says, flipping a switch. “Myself and my mechanic.”

“Their name and number?”

“Master Sergeant Lyra Lang, number 0307LLI36,” I say, calmly.

“Permission to fly. Try to give the scrap collection ships some room to work,” She says, “Have a safe flight, Jongin. And off the record, if you’d like something else to ride later-”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Jongin says, cutting her off before taking off.

I grip onto the handle on the back of his seat. The force making me completely lean back. Soon we’re in the air, the speed much more manageable now that we’ve taken off. I look, seeing Scrap collectors trying to get all the metal from the fight. After all, we don’t want to pollute, and that metal could be useful still.

A few passes around the island, I hear him laugh. It makes me smile, knowing how much he loves flying. He always seemed happiest when flying. “Seems to be going well,” He says over the inner comms.

“I guess you should fly it like you want to,” I say. “I don’t want it falling apart on you.”

Immediately we go into a dive. I let out a small yell in surprise, hearing him laugh. He turns, rolling as he moves towards the training area for Fighter pilots. The stone structures that teach them how to dodge. I scream, looking like we were going to hit one only for him to twirl away. He weaves in and out of them easily. The whole time he was laugh as I was clutching the handle tightly. Soon, we were heading back to the base. I felt my stomach rolling.

He lands, leaving the Fighter out of the ship. The canopy lifts, as I quickly unbuckle the belts and strapping the second helmet in the compartment for it. I move, hopping over Jongin who had just turned off the engine as I get on the wing and slip down to the ground. “Sweet ground,” I say, falling and laying on my back. It took everything I had not to puke everything in my stomach up.

Jongin’s laugh made me feel butterflies in my stomach as well as I hear someone land on the ground right next to me. I look, seeing him smiling down at me. He holds a hand down for me, “Come on. Gotta start painting her. Wouldn’t want you in the splash zone.”

“If I puke it’s your fault,” I mutter, taking his hand. He pulls me up, wincing from the pain in his side. I glance at the silver metal of the Fighter. “So,” I say, “Same paint job?”

“Maybe a little different,” He says with a smile.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it I guess. I’m going to get some sleep finally,” I say, stretching.

I see Jongin frown. The worry on his face as he seemed to pout a little, “You didn’t sleep?”

“Well, you know… guilt and stuff,” I mutter, “It doesn’t matter. I know you, don’t feel bad, ok?” I say, seeing him looked shocked I recognized exactly what he was thinking. “I’ll get over it soon. Just… you know, reconnect with your Mom and paint a fighter that’s worth my time to maintain upkeep, yeah?”

My words didn’t take the worry from him. He just places a hand on my shoulder, “I don’t blame you. I never could. You have to know that, right?”

I could feel tears coming to my eyes as I glance at the ground, “But I do.”

“Lyra,” He says, the sound of his hurt voice breaking my heart.

I shake my head, “It doesn’t matter. What matters is we have to figure out what the fuck to do now that… that everything we’ve been fighting for is a lie.”

Jongin opens his mouth, about to try and speak before we hear another voice cut in.

“I take it the fighter is good to go,” Chanyeol says, calling over.

I move, nodding at him before walking away. I made sure to walk a few steps before I let myself wipe the tears away.

Sehun sighs, looking into the eyes of Judge Krims. The man, born and raised on Mars, raised to the highest Judicial position in the Syndicate after 24 years of work. He was fairly stern, his black hair starting to go grey. He wore all black, except on the suit coat was the LEDs that show the red of the judicial branch, along with his name glowing on the left of his chest. He looked at Sehun, eyes unflinching.

Not that he didn’t expect this to happen. He knew that Junmyeon’s station records audio. In an emergency situation, it’s copied off site as well. So, even if he went in and deleted him talking about murdering a once king, he still would have been found out.

Yixing’s hand was on Sehun’s shoulder, touching it softly. The special operative looks at the older made, “Do we have a deal?”

“You want immunity for him in exchange for the proof of corruption,” He asks, looking at Yixing. He sighs, “Well, from the little I know, seems like he would have been executed anyways.”

Yixing nods, patting Sehun’s shoulder. “So? Deal?”

“Only if he also gives up the time manipulator as well,” Judge Krims says. “Give it and the information and I’ll consider this nothing more than misdemeanor protection actions.”

Misdemeanor protection actions can range from assault all the way to murder. A crime that is a misdemeanor protection murder would be something along the lines of killing someone who imprisoned people, an abused spouse killing their husband or wife, or someone killing someone else in self defence. A few years ago, a Syndicate officer was charged with misdemeanor murder charge after killing the prime minister of a planet because he was killing people in order to sell their organs.

Sehun quickly tosses the small bit of metal to the man, “Done.”

A few minutes of contractions and papers, everything set in stone. Only the Judicial head and or a member of the council could see it on his record. Yixing looked at Sehun, smiling. “I’ve gotta be here while this all goes down, but I have a few minutes.”

“Please don’t ask me about Rhys-” Sehun starts, before getting cut off by Yixing’s hand placed over his mouth.

“Your father, Sehun,” He says, quietly.

Sehun feels the familiar bubbling of anger rising in him anytime he thinks about his father. He takes Yixing’s hand, before moving to one of the interrogation rooms. This one looked in on and empty all white room, the lights off. A small table and chairs by the window, pushed forward. Readers and recorders on it. Yixing flicked the lights on, looking at Sehun.

It was quiet. Sehun could hear his own heart beating in his ears as he looked away. He turned his back to Yixing, feeling tears some to his eyes. “What do you want me to say? I regret it? No. I don’t.”

Silence met him still.

“He was an asshole. A disgusting pedophile who hurted everyone around him.” The tears fell as Sehun felt his hands shaking. The sheer force of the anger and shame he was feeling made him feel like the room was closing him on him. For years people thought he was such an amazing person. A family man with the perfect wife and perfect son that he loved just so so much!” He practically spits out, closing his eyes for a moment. “The most beloved ambassador, they called him.” He looked at the wall, covered in black foam so it could dampen the sound of speaking. “They didn’t know what when he came home at night, he’d tie his son up and force him to do sick things. Force ME to do sick things.” He glared, letting out a laugh in anger, “And my mother. She’d just let it happen and try to drink the memories away.” Sehun laughed, a little harder this time. “The story of my mother’s death was it was a tragic accident. It wasn’t.” He turned, looking at Yixing, seeing the spy with tears in his eyes.

In that moment, he didn’t care, though. All the anger he’s held on coming out. The truth no one knew. “She killed herself because she found out she was pregnant with another child. Left a note saying she won’t let him hurt another.”

The anger was uncontrollable, unconsolable now. “Yet she let him DO IT TO ME,” He screamed, flipping the table making it it the glass. It cracked, not shattering thanks to being reinforced. “She stood by while it happened to me. She never cared. She HATED me,” He says, taking a chair and tossing it, watching the metal of it fold in on itself and the foam there tear. Yixing didn’t even flinch, just listened. “I looked a lot like him and she hated me from the moment I was born.” Sehun’s lip quivers, “I killed him. It was so easy,” He says, looking at Yixing. “I just had to wait until he came back. He always comes from a trip and immediately find me. I hid a knife under the pillows of his bed. When he was too busy being an incestious disgusting fuck, I stabbed him. Right in the neck.”

Sehun shakes his head, wiping at the tears, “When they asked, I said someone came in. Attacked us. Since it was only a month after my mother killed herself, I told them I had a night terror and went to him for comfort. They were so fooled by the charade my father put on that they didn’t even question it. Of course he’d comfort his song after his mother died. He couldn’t possible have actually been fucking his own son since I was four.” Sehun looked up at Yixing, “The hardest part of the whole thing wasn’t having to let myself get used by him the last time. It was pretending to be sad at his funeral.”

Sehun stepped forward, “I heard you. Talking about what he did. They took the metal out and I was walking in but stopped. I… I couldn’t let that man live after he hurt you. Hurt Lyra… just like I’ve been hurt.” Sehun just stills, looking up, feeling his throat feel tight as he wipes his eyes. “I couldn’t let the possibility of him hurting either of you again. Be it then or later in life.”

Yixing pulls him into a hug, holding him tightly. “You don’t have to explain it to me, Sehun,” He mutters. “I understand. I promise, I understand.” Yixing just shakes his head, “I got a job where I got to kill men like him for a reason. I needed a way to let out that pent up anger. It’s not exactly healthy, but it works.”

The spy pulls away, wiping the tears off of Sehun’s face. “You’re not a monster. You’re still Sehun. I don’t think of you any differently.”

Sehun nods, and Yixing can’t help but think the Etherion looks younger than usual. Like his age, for once. The layer of armor cracked, letting the pain out after years of pinning it inside.

When he’s like this, Yixing knows that the best thing for him is to try and help someone. Anyone. He presses a kiss to his forehead, “Go check on Jongin. I don’t think he’s going to be doing well. I’ll deal with all this,” He says, guestering to the broken things.

A quick shove out the door was all Sehun needed. He nodded, knowing what he was doing and was thankful for it. It didn’t take to find him, after all, just asking around you’ll get the answer. He’s a fairly well known man, and draws attention even when he doesn’t want it. It took him awhile to walk out there, though. Enough time to collect himself and look presentable. Not like he just broke everything in an interrogation room. He sees him, taping off parts of his Fighter. The base layer a light beige already. Beside him, sitting down on a metal cargo box was a woman. Her hair like his. The Kim’s mother. Junmyeon told him about what Yixing found out. It was just the two of them, oddly enough. Though, the other two Kim’s are very high ranking officers and probably called to work for something. Minseok still in charge, with Judge Krims the actual highest rank. Jongdae was sleeping, having pulled an all nighter helping Kyungsoo the best he could along with the other medical officers.

Jongin looks back, smiling. “Mom,” He says, looking at the woman, “This is Sehun. My flying partner and the best friend anyone could ask for.”

The woman glances over, and smiles. Most people when they see an Etherion for the first time stop and stare, blinded by their beauty. Other Etherions are pretty much immune to the effect. Sehun nods, “Hello. Just… came to check on you.”

Jongin’s smiled twiched into a frown for a moment. Sehun could see he wasn’t exactly fine as he turned away to hide it. “I’m good. Just trying to paint my new Fighter. So much work was put into it by L-” Jongin pauses, looking towards the paints. Sehun could see his back tense, “By Lyra. I should… you know. At least make it descent.”

“Well, you’d never hear the end of it if she thought it was ugly,” Sehun remarks, moving and jumping onto the wing. “Give me the paint. Got to add my mark, you know?”

All flying partners add a mark to each other’s ships. Jongin just smiled up at him, before moving and grabbing the dark blue paint and a small, finer brush. It was handed over, as Sehun laid down, feet dangling off the wing.

“When did you two meet,” Mrs. Kim asks.

“I met this asshole after training was completed,” Sehun says, smirking while popping the top off of the paint. “A few months earlier is… well, the incident. We all heard about him. A newly fresh graduated Flyer, hero to so many. We were paired up to be temporary partners. This dickhead was always playing out of formation, racing off and generally fucking up the plan.”

“Thanks,” Jongin says, sitting on top of the latter.

“I’m not going to lie to your mother,” Sehun says, rolling his eyes. “After we landed, I confronted him. We ended up getting into a bit of a scuffle-”

“That I won,” Jongin says, and Sehun could hear the smirk.

“He did win,” Sehun says, “However, after I told him that just because he was a hero doesn’t mean he gets to act like he’s better than us, he said something that made me really see the actual problem.”

“‘I’m not a fucking hero, stop saying that,’” Jongin says, frowning.

Sehun nods, painting elegant lines easily. “He was acting out because he was… well, traumatized. He needed therapy. So, borrowed a pair of gravi-cuffs-”

“He stole them,” Jongin interrupts.

“Got them on him and proceeded to drag him to Kyungsoo. After telling him what was going on, he assigned Jongin mandatory therapy sessions before he was allowed to even look at a Fighter again.”

“After the first few, I saw that Sehun actually was looking out for me, so I went to him and apologized for-”

“Being a complete dickhead,” Sehun says, nodding. “Then, immediately after, it was choosing partners time. As the stop of both of our groups, he picked first.”

“And I picked Sehun, because no one besides you or my brothers have ever looked out for me the way he has,” Jongin says, nodding. “Best decision I’ve ever made.”

“I think getting Lyra to agree to be your mechanic was the best one you made,” Sehun says, smiling down at his mark. The date they became partners with the symbol he painted on his Fighter. A circle made of small crescent moons.

Sehun sees Jongin tense again. Now Sehun knows that it’s because of her that he was nervous and anxious. He looks over at his mother, seeing her notice it too. She seemed to want to find a gentle approach to the subject.

Sehun doesn’t.

“Why are you so nervous when Lyra is brought up,” Sehun asks, moving so he could see Jongin’s face as he finally finished taping the design out.

Jongin froze, his face pained. He stops, “Did no one tell you?”

“Obviously not,” Sehun says, looking worried.

“My sister… she implanted that nanotech into Lyra again,” He says, moving towards the paint. The inreadecent silver he used to write the name of the people who died that day. He’s memorized them all. He moves back, “She ordered Lyra to… confess that she loved me. To kiss me… then, right when I was happy and thought that she…” Sehun sees him stop, the absolute heartbreak on his face, “my sister ordered her to try to kill me.”

Sehun was stunned. He didn’t know what to say, as he sees his mother look shocked too. Mrs. Kim stayed silent, not exactly knowing what to say.

“When she failed, my sister then instructed her to kill herself,” Jongin says, his hands shaking. He looks at the bandage on his hand. “She was about to plunge the knife into her throat, so instead, I made her stab my hand and knocked her out after I managed to ask the right questions. The ones that circumvent my sisters instructions.”

“Jongin,” Mrs. Kim says, frowning. Sehun looks at her, seeing her eyes tear up too. He can’t imagine what it must be to find out that not only did one of your children almost die multiple times not even 48 hours ago, but the other one was one of the causes of it.

Jongin set the paint down, getting off the ladder. When he turns, tears were in his eyes. “I love her. I have for years. I never said anything. Never did anything about it because I…” He looked down, “Dad made us feel worthless. That unless we stayed with him and did his bidding we would be nothing. No one would love us. No one would care about us. We’d never amount to anything without him. I never said anything to her because for a very long time, I believed it. So I acted like an asshole to her, just to make her feel something for me.” He looks away, “I was scared of this. Rejection. For a moment I was the happiest I’ve ever been.” He says, “But it was a plot by Minjung. She finally saw the one weakness I had and used it and now Lyra was used as a tool of my father’s cruelty.” Sehun could see how tense he was, his hands shaking. All those emotions had to be killing him. He looked at Sehun, “I’ll finish this tomorrow. Can you ask them to put this up?”

Normally, Sehun would press the matter. He would not stop at the distractions Jongin would throw at him. This time, he thought that Jongin deserved some time to take a breather before they come back to this. After everything that’s happened to him these past few days, he deserves not having Sehun making him constantly face the things he’s trying to ignore. Perhaps he’ll even face them himself, without needing him.

“Only if you promise me not to seek the wrong kind of help,” Sehun says.

Jongin knows. He knows Sehun is going to give him time to get his head right on his own for once. To let him stop and think about what to do next. Jongin nods. He wouldn’t have been able to have someone warm his bed tonight even if he tried. “I promise,” He says, looking Sehun in the eyes.

“Mrs. Kim, would you like a tour,” Sehun asks, “I can bring you to Minseok and make him take a break for once in his life.”

She nods, sensing the want to be alone from her youngest son. “Sure,” She says. She stops before Jongin, smiling and kissing him on the cheek. “See you for dinner,” she asks, looking at him.

He nods, a small smile. The woman before him looks exactly like she did when he was younger. Etherions are beautiful, that is no doubt, but they stay that way too. They live quite a long while, about 200 years, no matter how much is in you, you’ll live that long. They looked as young as they did when they’re 25 all the way until they turn around 180. After that, they look in their forties in human years until they pass. It felt like she never left, for a moment. Jongin’s smile falters a moment. He wishes she never did. He wishes she would have taken them with her. “Sure. I love you, Mom,” He says, hugging her tightly. She was smaller than him, but taller than the average human. He can’t help but wonder if his sister would have turned out differently if she wasn’t left all alone with their father.

“I love you too,” She says, smiling.

Jongin turns, wanting nothing but to sleep and forget about everything for a bit. The weight of the thoughts and emotions taking a toll on him.

Minjee sighs, looking at Sehun. “He’s not ok,” She mutters softly. “I can feel it.”

“Me too,” Sehun mutters. “That’s to be expected, though, given what he’s just been though.”

“But that doesn’t make it any easier to watch,” she mutters sadly.

“No, it doesn’t,” Sehun agrees, looking back and seeing Jongin entering the building that he’s staying in.

Feeling my body suddenly move made me jump, fist moving before I could even take into account what was happening. A hand catches mine and  I look around, seeing Jongdae just outside my room. He frowns, glaring at the person who was literally holding me captive.

“You could have been nicer,” He says, “She’s not a criminal, she’s just being questioned.” He looked angry, the dark circles under his eyes making him look mean.

The people holding me stop, both looking like humans, though probably from Mars. Their uniforms show the name of the Martian Syndicate base, meaning they are here with the head of the Judicial branch of all of the Syndicate.

My head feels like it’s pounding as I try to rub the sleep from my eyes, “Can I change first?” I look, seeing myself in my usual pajama wear. A thin strapped top and pretty short shorts are not exactly what I want to be wearing around the base. They nod, but don’t move. “Can you at least turn the fuck around?”

“No can do,” The man to my left says, Wystrian pink eyes looking at me.

“Fuck off,” I mutter, but change anyways. I decided against the uniform, instead going for jeans and a tee that had the Syndicate badge on it, and the name of the base I came from on the back. I managed up put my hair up and slip on some socks and shoes before I was being dragged out the room, my hands cuffed behind me.

“That’s a bit much,” Jongdae says, clearly pissed at how this was being handled.

“Precautionary,” The man says, keeping one hand on the cuffs at my back and the other on my shoulder, leading me where he wants me to go. “After all, she did attack another officer.”

“Have you not been paying attention,” Jongdae hisses at him, face getting redder in anger.

“But we don’t know that for sure yet,” The man says, “I’m not going to be liable if she attacks someone else.”

The other officer hold the door open, their dark skin glimmering in the sun. Their eyes pure white, looking at me and nodding. I wasn’t familiar where they are from, but they’re definitely unique. Like they had gold glitter embedded in their skin, it was stunning, honestly.

I just ignored everything, letting myself get taken into the main building. After a while, I was finally allowed to sit down. The cuff removed as I look up, seeing a man ahead of me. He looked stern, unflinching as I just leaned back against the chair.

“Master Sergeant Lang,” He says, hands on top of a file. I see my name at the corner. Obviously he would look into me after everything that went down. Best to be safe, I suppose. I look, noticing that we are the only ones in the room before looking at him.

“Executive Judge Krims,” I say, nodding.

“We’re here to discuss a few things,” He says. He’s a no nonsense type of person from what I’ve heard, so probably best to just listen to him. “As you know, we have what we call a truth serum. However, we can not force people to take it without probable cause. I’m going to ask if you are willing to do so of your own volition in order to help the Judicial officers understand what is going on.”

From one of his pockets, he produces a ember liquid. I’ve heard about this serum. The closest thing to magic that exists, in my mind. I nod, “Sure, if it will help.”

He hands it to me, and I take the lid off of the small glass vial. I take it all in one do, tasting the bitter rancid flavor. I swallow it as quickly as possible, “Ew,” I say, my face scrunched up in disgust.

“Are you Lyra Lang from Tribil,” He asks, as I notice the lights getting a bit dimmer.

“Yes sir.”

“You joined the Syndicate in order to help the people?”

I shake my head, “Not initially,” I say, the words flowing freely. “It was just to get off of Tribil and never look back. Only after that did I come to care about helping people.”

“When did you become aware of the truth of the Syndicate,” He asks.

“Yixi- Captain Zhang told me about it in our ship after he made sure it was safe to speak in,” I say, looking him in the eyes, “After, he gave me the infochip with all the information and told me to hide it since he said no one would expect me to have it. I hid it on one of the blades of my ceiling fan, and then got coins that weighed about the same and taped those on the other blades of the fan.”

“That was smart,” He nods. “Are you aware of the markings used in Tribil in order to control and sexual abuse and rape them?”

“Yes sir,” I nod, “I had one.”

“For leaving, like all other Tribians?”

“For working as… well, a prostitute, I suppose you’d say,” I say, feeling my face get red from embarrassment.

“Why?”

I was relieved I didn’t feel any amount of judgement coming from him. Which, really, is odd given he is a judge. “It was that or starve. I didn’t know, not really. I was nine, and they told me it would be servant work for food. They lied.”

The man nods, writing something down, “And no one knows this because of the mark?”

“They command us not to say anything after getting the mark. You have to get it in order to leave Tribil as a Tribian.”

He nods, “And this mark is what is used to have to attack Captain Kim?”

Hearing him mentioned made me pause. The memory of my trying to stab him and the look of betrayal on his face. I nod, “I was ordered by his sister to kill him. If I couldn’t, I was ordered to take my own life.”

“Why you,” He asks, looking me in the eyes again.

“Because she knows Jon-Captain Kim is… is in love with me,” I say, feeling my eyes well with tears. “She wanted to make it as painful as possible for him.”

“He managed to stop you, then? From killing him as well as yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Why have her own brother killed?”

“It was a operation called Clipped Wings,” I say, nodding, “The Syndicate were killing Krytons at a faster than expected pace. Soon we’d go looking and brought the fight to them, only to discover the truth.” I wipe my face with my hands from nerves. “So, the upper commanders besides… well, you, thought of plans to kill those who are the best at it. Captain Kim is the best Fighter pilot in this or any galaxy,” I say with a small smile, “I’d bet on it. For them, someone that good was a detriment to their plans.”

Krims looks up at me, a bit of a curious look. “How do you know he’s the best?”

I smile, “He thinks he’s clever, but I know he’ll get hit by laser cannons on purpose. Just enough for a superficial surface repair. In order to see me.”

“How can you tell?”

“I’ve been in a ship with him,” I say, “I’ve seen him fly. If he doesn’t want to be hit, he won’t be. It’s like he reacts faster than everyone else out there.”

“What’s your relationship with Captain Kim?”

“I.. I’ve been his mechanic for years. Friend now that he stopped acting like an asshole.” I smile to myself, “And I…” I stop shaking my head to myself, “Fuck… I love him. The idiot.”

He smiles, and I see the serious fading a bit. It seems as if he’s calming down for now. Seems like he knows I am not a threat.

“Did you know the truth about the Syndicate creating Krytons before Yixing told you that day?”

“No sir,” I say, shaking my head. “If I knew, I would have left the Syndicate.”

“And not tell anyone?”

“No one would believe me with no proof. It would have been brushed off and the other Commanders would have had someone assassinate me in order to stop me from telling everyone.” I shrug, “It would have been best to try to get from out of territory under the Syndicates control and then say something.”

He nods, opening the file. I see a hologram pop up from a flat hard drive. I see the face of a man pop up, his hair long and wild, looking as if it was taken via security footage.

“Do you know this man,” He asks, looking at me closely.

I shake my head, “No sir.”

“He’s a murderer and black market smuggler,” He says, “Are you sure you don’t know him?”

“I’ve never seen him as far as I know,” I say looking up, “I take it he worked on Tribil?”

He nods, “He’s a wanted man who was seen on Tribil, thought it was worth a shot.” He looks at me, “Are you with us? Against the upper management who made the Krytons?”

“Hell yes I am,” I nod.

He nods, smiling, “Then you are free to go. I apologize for the rough treatment. I’d rather be safe than sorry. There is someone still hiding on the base who’s still working for them.”

I stop, remembering when I was awaken to having the mark again. Seeing Minjung smirking at me after reactivating my tattoo. The man with her. “Yser. Have you found Yser? He was the one who got the marks on me and Minjung I don’t know his last name.”

He stopped, looking at me with wide eyes. He takes a radio from his side, I was him walk out, talking into it as he moves quickly. “I need every Judicial protection officer to go and find Yser Dimitrl. If he gets violent, stop him.” I look over, seeing Jongdae walk in, along with Minseok.

“Am I free to go?”

Minseok nods, looking at me with a smile. “You have just uncovered our spy.” He says, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Also...love him, huh?”

“I’m not afraid to punch you,” I say, looking at him.

He just laughs, “I’m just happy for you that you’re admitting your feelings.”

I roll my eyes, leaving him behind me as I see him immediately taken to do more work. I turn, seeing Jongdae who looked calmer. “Sorry,” He says, “At least they let me be there for the rude awakening.”

“I appreciate it,” I nod, yawning. “What time is it, anyways?”

“Seven in the morning,” He steps beside me as we start to leave the main building. “From what I know, you’ve been asleep for about a day and a half.”

“Fuck,” I say, whining. “I guess I should get actual food.”

Jongdae smiles, “Probably. Go ask Kyungsoo if he’ll cook something for you.”

“Isn’t he still busy?”

“Probably, but he likes to cook because it gives him a chance to relax,” He says, “I, unfortunately, have a lot of paperwork to do. Take some of the burden off Minseok.”

I frown, “He ok? Not overworking himself?”

“We just convinced him to go get some sleep for the first time just an hour ago,” He shakes his head, “We Kim’s love to overwork ourselves. Find it hard to rest sometimes if we know something is to be done.”

“You need sleep too, don’t you?”

He smiles, “I will after I do some of this paperwork. You have my word.”

“Be a shame if I have to hunt you down and carry you to bed,” I say, pointing at him.

“Any other time I’d LOVE to hear a woman say that to me,” He laughs, shaking his head as he waved, leaving and going back in the building.

I turn, looking at the rest of the base from here. I stretch, rubbing my neck before heading back to my room. I grab my reader, along with my personal info chip and tied my hair up as I moved.

Walking off base, it was like the island became a whole new world. News about the Syndicate everywhere, people angry and feeling betrayed. I know that a statement and press conference already happened, looking at my reader as I was waiting at a local diner for breakfast. Apparently it was worse, people at the fences of the base practically rioting. Not that I blame them. I feel used too.

That calmed down after Minseok spoke about how those involved were being delivered the justice they deserve, no matter their ranking. Nothing happening to Tribil yet, but the Syndicate should restore people that are trusted to power. Four positions on the council to fill, the only one still occupied is Krim’s, the head of the Judicial branch.

I sip my coffee, looking out my window to see the beach just forty feet away. The head of Science will probably go to Izzya M’bai. Her discoveries of nano tech and thus, the creation of EVO-Blood has saved many lives. She could be a shout for the Medical head, but she’s always been a scientist first and foremost.

I feel something move as I look over, seeing Mrs. Kim smiling at me as she shoots in. I look over, seeing Sehun and Jongin. My heart felt like it climbed in my throat after what just happened. What I just admitted.

Sehun lifts his foot, pressing it to my hip and side and slides me over before I could do so. He looked like he just got out the shower, hair still damp. Both of them pressed in the more casual uniforms, a pair of large pants with many pockets and a Syndicate shirt. Jongin’s hair looks like he just woke up, which is pretty much guaranteed since he loved to sleep in.

“What are you thinking about,” Mrs. Kim asks, looking at me.

“Who are going to be the new council members,” I say, as I see Sehun take the stand up tablet and start to order his food from it.

“Word I hear is Yixing is in contention for the head of defence,” Jongin says, his voice a bit gravely. He’s definitely was pulled out of bed.

Sehun pushes the tablet to them, as I rest my face against my hand. He looks over, “Political, Medical, Science, Defence…”

“Tryko Nvers, Joanna Lynch, Izzya M’Bai,” I say, looking over at Sehun’s curious look. “My three guesses.”

“And defence,” Mrs. Kim says, looking at me.

I shrug, “That one is always more complicated…”

“Something tells me if we put Minseok in that position, all of the rest of the galaxies will be angry,” I say, looking at her. “Perhaps in a few years, but for now, it’s best not to.”

“True,” Sehun says, “The people on the island have called down, but there are still a lot of riots.”

“Which is why we have to find everyone involved and show everyone that we are not going to let their treachery stand,” Jongin says. “I wouldn’t be shocked if they executed the commanders involved.”

“Broadcast it too,” Mrs. Kim asks, looking at her son.

He nods, “It would show everyone that these people are not what the Syndicate are about.”

“That’s true, it… fuck,” Sehun says, looking out, his eyes wide.

I turn, seeing a ship slowly landing. The gold insignia on the side of the spacecraft made my blood boil. The triangle with a pick on the inside, the symbol of Tribil. Above it, was a crown.

The Royal crest.

I stand, moving quickly. I hear Jongin call out my name before I move, running as fast as I could. My feet going the quickest way possible back on base, to the landing strip.

It can’t be.

I see the doors open, a small troop of soldiers. All in gold and black. Their uniforms ornate, the spears they hold looking more for ceremony than actual combat. I feel someone grab my arm, before I see Jongin standing next to me. I look back, seeing Mrs, Kim and Sehun running too.

When I turned back, I saw him.

He was tan, unlike his father. Tall, with his black suit with golden accents. On his head a gold crown on top of his black hair. His eyes unlike his father’s too. Still the Jurist black, the the irises are silver. He was imposing, threatening.

Memories flood to my mind, a teen smiling cruely as he ordered me around. Seeing him go from that to a young man, all the while as cruel as ever. I fought back tears as I see Minseok and Krims walking up, both looking surprised by the sudden visit.

“Welcome to Earth, your highness,” Krims says. No warmth in his voice at all. “Surprised by your sudden visit.”

“My people are worried,” He says, voice deep. “I wanted to come and find out answers. Had I known that this base was in a place like this, I would have prepared to enjoy a vacation after all our ordeals are set.” He looks at Minseok, “After all, you are letting the murderer of my father go free. For this I can not let stand.”

“Let’s talk, then,” Krims says, “We have much to discuss.”

Theo Rhys looks around, eyes meeting mine. I see the faintest of smiles on his face. He looks away, nodding and following after them, his guards walking behind. I hear his voice, loud and clear as he speaks, “While were here, I’d like to you tell every Tribian in this galaxy they are to return to Tribil until further notice.”

I felt it. The deep fear I’ve never felt since I left Tribil. A different kind of fear, as I move, walking away, shaking my head. I feel someone grab me, before turning me. I see Jongin, his face angry.

“Lyra,” He says, “I won’t let him take you. I won’t. You won’t go back, I swear.”

Before I could stop myself, I started to just sob into his shoulder, clinging onto him. “I c-can’t Jongin! I can’t go back! They’ll use me again!”

“They don’t know we know,” He mutter quietly. “They won’t get you. They won’t get Yixing. I’ll do anything I have to do in order to stop it.” He makes me look him in the eyes, “I promise, Lyra. Iz wha tri monsil, tri kree tu mo.”

“What?”

“Etherion,” He says quietly, “It means ‘It is my promise, my swear to you’. Etherions say that as a vow that they are going to do whatever the task is or die trying.” He nods at me, “You are never going to Tribil again while someone like that is in power. While a system like that is in power.”

I cling to him, my forehead in his chest as I just cry my heart out. I’m sure people must have been looking at us weird, but it didn’t matter. Jongin just held me through it all, making sure I wasn’t alone when I needed someone the most.

[spikesbimbo]

Puppy Love

Paring: Hirugami x f!reader

Cw: NO SMUT, FLUFF ONLY, pregnancy/family mention, subspace mention, cheating mention 

A/N: Gami brainnrot ever since @/chaotickatts said we were compatible, and thanks to @/kmorgzz for the idea

fun fact: i “stole” my first puppy and got a three year old purebred gsd for free, and also my former pug (rest in peace baby) (that i also go for free) and my best friends Pomeranian were also close as us. 

I abuse the park trope

Summary: Walking dogs with the love of your life

Word count: 1.3k

You don't know what compelled you to let him have the little lap dogs to walk, or why you choose the biggest one, the heavy set lab, only 6 months old, dragging you around like a rope.

You two volunteered to walk the dogs at the shelter so they could get their kennels cleaned, you immediately finding the dogs that matched yourself personality, hyper and uncontrollable waiting to be ‘freed’ from the room.

The yellow lab, named honeybun, wouldn't leave your side, slapping his paw at you trying to get your attention, you immediately cooing at how cute he was.

“Hirooo, look how cute he is'' you said, batting your eyelashes at your boyfriend. You often day dreamed about adopting them all, getting a piece of land big enough to let them play in your yard, to which he supported saying, “let me get through vet school first” being in his fifth year.

You've been lucky to know him so long, becoming friends in middle school after you consoled him about his mistake in volleyball practice, not being able to walk by someone so noticeably but not visibly distraught, sitting beside him and letting him talk it out, noticing he doesn’t react well to disappointments.

 He confessed to you in your 3rd year of highschool after you realized you liked him, then distancing yourself from him for a few weeks before he knew what was wrong. It happened to be some tv drama shit of him catching you in the rain after not seeing you for a whole two weeks, running up to you, to which you started running the other way before he caught you by your wrist and dragged you into him, your two making eye contact until the tension led you two to kiss, with the rain still falling, painting a perfect picture.

Being his friend first also came with the perk of meeting his family as friends, not lovers, which you were glad because they didn't mind friends but seeing that his family was so influential, they'd probably choose someone of the same class to set him up with.

But when he announced you two were dating they welcomed you with open arms, already loving you, his sister now calling you her sister in law officially, doing it to you behind his back before you two were dating, making you avoid his eyes for the rest of the day.

In fact she was the one who convinced Hirugami that you liked him, and that's why you were shying away from him, ultimately leading to your relationship. Bless her.

You turned your head to look at him snuggling up in the corner with the pomeranian and the pug, the two being inseparable, him already making up his mind on who to walk first. You wondered how you got so blessed.

He was such a pretty man, such a good person inside and out. You knew that he had admirers besides you, and you dont blame them. I mean looking at him right now, playing with the little dogs on his lap was enough to send your heart into overdrive. 

You sometimes let your worries get to you, thinking he was with another person due to his mutable nature, even though he has given you no reason to believe that. But he always proved you wrong, putting you first, paying attention to no one except you, you being the sun to his earth. 

You were brought back to reality by honeybun’s paw slapping you once again accompanied by a whine this time, letting you know he was getting impatient.  

“Are you ready honey?” you said in a baby voice, not being able to contain yourself due to his cuteness.

 You grabbed his leash, hooking it onto his collar along with Hirugami doing the same, the two of you walk out, him holding the door for you while you get borderline dragged by the big puppy you were walking. Him holding back his laugh, trying not to get his ass beat by you later.

You tried to walk alongside him, but you failed. Honeybun being distracted by every little thing, pulling you along with him. Everything in the park was interesting, the leaves falling were interesting, the sticks on the ground were interesting, the water bowl on the ground was interesting, he pulled you once again, Your arm was definitely going to feel sore tomorrow.

He finally stopped to pee, giving you a break. Turning your head to see your boyfriend behind you, a smile on his face as he walks closer to you with the little dogs sticking by his side. Lucky him. 

Suddenly you felt you arm get pulled again but this time it was much stronger, so strong that it dragged you off your feet, you letting go of the leash, trying to see what this was all about, until you saw honeybun chasing a squirrel the fastest you ever seen him run. Luckily the park was fenced it.

You heard a mumbled giggle, followed by a laugh that he wasn't even trying to hide anymore.

“Ow” you started, standing up wiping your butt. “That's not funny” you continued, putting on a facade, your pout backing it. Did it hurt, yes. Did you care, no. But you wouldn't let him get away from it without babying you.

You loved how he took care of you, and he loved taking care of you just as much. If you didn't want to do something yourself, he would gladly do it. Your demure side coming out when he did, your innocent eyes gazing at him, putting you in an almost half-ass subspace.

He whistled and ultimately got honeybun back taking the leash in his hand, the yellow dog sniffing your butt, noticing your hurt, “You want me to take him?” he asks, rubbing your back. You look at honeybun, him sitting and his puppy eyes coming out almost in a form of sorry. 

“Nah im good, as long as you'll be a good boy” you said, bending down enough to be eye level with the dog.

You two walked back to the shelter together, hand in hand this time. Honeybun trying his best not to get distracted. The little dogs still sticking by his side until they got back to their kennels. You two said goodbye to them, the little dogs enjoying the praise and petting, and then in the end getting to honeybun, him shoving his face into your neck, giving you kisses everywhere, thanking god you didn't have any makeup on right now, then switching his attention to hirugami doing the same. You two got up and said goodbye to the workers, waving at the dogs one last time.

“I miss them already” you said walking out of the building, sad that you couldn't adopt them all right now, he unsurprisingly felt the same.

“Pinky promise love, we'll get them all one day, with a big yard just like you want” he said wrapping his finger around yours, making your heartbeat a little faster, hoping that day would soon come.

You two drove home, the both of you loving staying indoors excited to finally rest. You ordering take out with “daddy's money” and some cheap wine from the gas station, putting on some romcom that y'all were flaming the whole time.

You two were laughing at every scene, making you choke on your food leading to him slapping the shit out of your back making it go away, eventually.

Saying something along the lines of “vet and med school are similar, i know what i'm doing”. To which you disagree because that one time you had a pregnancy scare, his first thought was to get an ultrasound instead of taking a pregnancy test. Luckily you weren’t.

Your eyes got heavy, your head now resting on his chest, the food being long gone, along with him caressing your body giving you forehead kisses every once in a while, putting you in a trance. 

You were so lucky, having a spiritual and physical connection with him, emotionally bonding every chance you got. Not being afraid to express your wants and fantasies, knowing that he loved you unconditionally. You felt like you were in a dream, and you never wanted to wake up.

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[doggirlprincess]

Inspired by a post by @totalitarian-dyketator

Working title: "Butch Butch Femme"

Im gonna apologize now for any awkwardness, I've never written smut before and I dont know how to describe a lot! Also idk how to do a read more so im sorry for killing y'all's dashes

Friday. The day your butch has been promising "a surprise" for so long. They've been teasing it as "something special" for the whole week, and told you to change into lingerie and wait in your bed after work. You did, picking out your butch's favorite set, a dark red babydoll set with a black lace trim and matching stockings. You put on a matching dark red lipstick, your butch loves when you leave marks. And so, you waited.

You sat around waiting for what seemed like hours, you didn't check your phone the whole time, nearly falling asleep a few times even, before you heard a knock at your door, bringing you back to attention. The door opens, your butch poking their head in. "Hey babygirl, I brought your surprise," they tell you in a hushed tone. This piques your interest further, with you now fully sitting up. Your butch slowly opens the door, pulling behind them a stranger, another butch.

No, not a stranger, you have seen them before. A few times at the grocery store, maybe once at a restaurant while you were picking up takeout, but you never talked beyond a friendly "hello". And here they are, staring at you, your nipples, visible through your top, your bulge visible through your panties. You notice the stranger's blush and get all the more excited.

You look to your butch, expecting some kind of explanation for your guest. They approach you, until their bulge under their jeans is just a few inches from your face. Your breath picks up when you look up at them. You can put together what they planned, they wanted to fulfill a fantasy you've both had for a while, two butches fucking you at the same time, and fucking eachother for you to watch. You smile at your butch and they nod, expecting you to get to work.

Your nervous guest, however, is looking more fun. You stand up and walk over to them and place a gentle hand on their cheek, stroking their face with your thumb. You make eye contact. "Don't worry," you shift your hand so you can run your index finger along their jaw, "we're gonna take such good care of you." When you can tell they understand, you put them into a slow and gentle kiss, leaving just a touch of your lipstick behind and undoing their top button. You smile as you pull away, unbuttoning as you go. Their excited shaking doesn't help, but you don't mind. All the more fun to play with.

You finish undoing their shirt, it now laying on the floor, and move to their own jeans while your butch watches. You look up at your guest, as if to ask "Ready?" They put a hand on your head, their fingers snaking in your hair as they whisper "Please". You eagerly take this request and undo their jean button and slowly undo their zipper. "Lucky you", a patch along their zipper reads. You really feel lucky. With their jeans falling around their ankles, only a pair of boxers sit between you and your treat.

About to pull off their boxers, you hear footsteps and a hand grabs you by the hair, and you let out a small moan as the hand pulls. "Baby, don't tell me you forgot me already" you hear from your butch. You almost did. "No, sir" escapes your lips.

Your butch's grip loosens and you turn around to see them standing a foot away, their own jeans placed on the floor behind them, their cock sticking out of the top of their boxers. Your mouth starts to water. As you slowly pull down their boxers, their cock lowering with it. Their boxers are on the floor, and you can hear your guest's breath hitch.

You give your butch's cock a gentle kiss, you know how much they love and hate a tease, followed by a few others in quick succession. You drag your tongue along the underside of their cock, before putting your mouth around the tip. You start to bob your head up and down their cock and they put their hand on the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of hair. You start to moan while you suck them off.

While you're busy pleasing your butch, you feel a hand on your ass groping you. You take your head away from your butch to turn around, leaving a trail of drool and lipstick stains on their cock. You see your guest fondling you, bringing a smile to your face. They've put on their cock over their boxers. "Go ahead, honey." You instruct them, wiggling your ass. They definitely see this and excitedly pull down your panties, leaving your dick hanging. You turn back around and hear them spit on their cock and rub themself wet. You feel a wet finger in your ass and a drier hand gently touching your dick. The guest hesitates for a moment before you say "Don't leave me waiting!" They excitedly take your instructions and slowly insert themself into you.

They start fucking you slowly, trying to get a feel for you. When you start moaning they take it as a cue to pick up their pace and gradually fuck you harder and faster. They're fucking you so fast you're holding onto your butch for support until you slowly lower your head down to the carpet, at your butch's feet. You're moaning and shouting, you feel your dick twitching, your hot cum falling onto the floor underneath.

You're in such a state of bliss, you barely notice them slowing and eventually pulling out, but you clearly hear your butch say "Learn your place, boy." You can't bring yourself to turn around, but you can hear their exchange. "Yes, sir" you hear from your guest. "On your knees, then. Clean her up." Your butch bluntly instructs. You can see from the corner of your eye your guest, who was just fucking you into submission, on their knees, grabbing your dick and licking at what cum is still there. You let out a small moan. The guest then lowers their head to the floor and laps at the cum on the carpet. "Babygirl help me teach your present where they belong." Your butch tells you and your heart starts racing once again. You get to your knees, maneuvering around your quivering guest before pulling them back by the hip. You bring their face up to yours. "You ever sucked cock?" You ask in a hushed tone. They shake their head. "You might wanna learn, then, Sir loves cocksuckers." You turn their head around to face your butch's cock, still wet from you. You give the guest a kiss on their cheek and lower their head just in front of your butch's cock. "Do you wanna make them feel good?" You ask. Your guest nods. "Then you might wanna beg"

Your guest looks up to your butch, whose cock is in their hand, jerking themself off. "Please, sir, may I pleasure you?" Your guest asks. Your butch nods. You watch your guest open their mouth and take in your butch's tip, very carefully. "I think you might wanna take away their cock, babygirl, I don't think they're gonna need it." Your butch tells you while they stroke your guest's hair. You get to work right away, unbuckling their strap, and as it falls you pull down their boxers along with it, leaving them entirely exposed.

You run a finger along their quivering pussy and you hear a small moan at that motion. Soaked, desperate. Just the way your butch loves it. You give them a small kiss where your finger just was and they moan again. You have an idea.

You get to your feet and pace to your nightstand, and open a particular drawer. After a moment of searching, you find what you were looking for, a small metal bullet vibe, fully charged, and bondage tape to go with it. You return to the scene you just left, nodding to your butch. They nod back as you turn on the toy, to a low setting, and press it against your guest's clit. They start shaking even harder, and their moaning grows more frequent and louder. You find the position that leaves them most exposed, turn it up another setting, and tightly tape the toy to them, and return to your butch.

Your guest is shaking, moaning on your butch's cock, and you start to kiss them. You leave little marks all over their cheek, your hand stroking the other side of their face. They suddenly moan louder than before, shaking hard, cumming. Your butch smiles, and you do, too. You kiss your guest again before pulling them back, and keep leaving kisses as you make them turn around. They seem so drunk off your butch's cock they can hardly think, they'll do whatever you want.

You present their backside to your butch, one hand on either side, spreading their pussy for your butch to admire. "You want this, slut?" Your butch asks. Your guest manages to let out a "Yes, please, sir." You butch smirks. "You can do better than that, boy." Your guest takes a moment to think. "Please, fuck this slut's pussy, sir, please make me cum on your fat butch cock." They beg. You're almost shocked at this depraved sub that was fucking you so hard just a few minutes ago. Your butch's smile is as wide as you've ever seen it. "Good boy." They slap your guest's ass, who lets out a small moan. 

Your butch starts to fuck your guest with both of them moaning, the guest's arms barely keeping them on all fours. You are absentmindedly touching yourself, stroking your dick as you watch. You scoot over to your guest and can hear their moans more clearly, see the drool dribbling off their chin. "Ah! Fuck! Daddy!" All escape their mouth. Hearing this, watching them makes your dick strain even harder and you can't touch yourself hard enough. You look up to your butch.

"Sir, may I please use this slutty mouth?" You ask while holding your guest's chin in one hand. "Absolutely, babygirl." Your butch says. You take their permission and lower the guest's head down to your lap. "You heard them, get to work, honey." You instruct. Your guest seems beyond speaking now, and hungrily takes in your dick, moaning around it. You pinch your nipples through your bra as your guest pleases you, and you feel like you're about to cum. "Sir, may I please cum in this slut's mouth?" You ask, your voice straining. Your butch nods. "Get ready, hon." You tell your guest, and they look up at you, excited. You feel your dick twitch as hot loads of cum fill their mouth. You moan loudly, holding their head steady while they swallow their treat. You pull away and fall on your bum, panting, your dick still pulsing.

"Sir, I think I might need to stop for the night." You say in between panting. Your butch nods. "I think our guest here has cum plenty, too, baby." And they pull out. Your guest hardly even registers this and is still cumming from the vibrator. You and your butch help lie them on their back and remove the vibrator. Their moans slow and they start to look back and forth at the two of you. "Thank you, sir, for letting this slut cum so much." They say. Your butch has one final idea. "Babygirl, get them on their knees and open their mouth." You follow their instructions and use one hand to move their lower jaw, leaving their mouth open. Your butch spits into your guests mouth. "Swallow, boy." They do as instructed. "Good boy." The guest smiles from this praise.

You give your guest another kiss, on the mouth and longer and deeper than before. You're going to love your new plaything.

[dvp95]

can’t breathe when you touch my sleeve - chapter 10

pairing: dan howell/phil lester

rating: e

warnings: none

tags: alternate universe, slow burn, fluff & humour, tiny bit of inner turmoil wrt sexuality but trust me it’s not that deep, deeper than anticipated but still not that deep y'all this is primarily silly, eventual smut, idiots in love

word count: 4,286 for this chapter (45,795 total)

summary: Dan keeps making a fool of himself in interviews, to the point where it’s basically a meme. Now he’s got to sit down for the better part of an hour and sell his show to the YouTuber he’d had a massive crush on when he was a teenager.

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"Daniel?"

Dan blinks. He blinks again, zoning back into the conversation he's supposed to be a part of.

"Er," he says, sheepish. "What was the question?"

"Are you sure you're feeling okay, Daniel?" the woman asks - the interviewer asks, fuck, this is like the sixth time he's asked her to repeat herself. "I heard you were ill yesterday, weren't you?"

He wasn't. But that is what Jaime and Patrick had sworn up and down to anyone who asked, because they're good partners in crime like that. They look like they regret it now.

"Yeah, Daniel," Jaime says, stressing his name in a way that makes Dan think she's one more fuckup from smacking him in the back of the head. He'd probably deserve it, at this point. He can't remember being this scatterbrained in his whole life, and that's saying something. "You sure you're okay being out of bed?"

The word 'bed' gets stressed too, just a bit, and Dan feels a flush creeping up his neck.

It's honestly unreasonable how he can't seem to focus on the task at hand, which is answering softball questions about the show he's worked on for three years, because his mind keeps drifting back to Phil.

Phil, who he'd left in bed with Thor, all sleepy noises and grumpiness at Dan needing to leave. Phil, who has the day off and might still be mostly naked and lazy while he waits for Dan to come back. Phil, who he only has three days left with.

Three more days in London. Two sleeps. And Dan has shit to do every single goddamn day of it.

This is a work trip, technically. They've got a handful of interviews the next two days that couldn't be scheduled for their first London stretch, and then they're going to France. That's exciting, it is, a mark of success that Dan never expected for himself, but right now he's frustrated by anything that cuts into the time he could be using to kiss Phil.

Dan is so busy remembering how Phil's mouth had felt against his that he forgets to answer the question. He can practically feel his eyes glaze over.

"Daniel," Patrick says, audibly exasperated.

It takes a lot to get Patrick to that point, so Dan ducks his head and mumbles another apology.

"He's fine," Jaime tells the very nice and concerned interviewer whose name Dan has long forgotten. "He's just got a lot on his mind right now and he's really shit at multitasking."

"Hey," says Dan. It's a weak protest.

The interviewer is a tall woman with kind eyes that crinkle into laughter lines when she smiles at him. She's dressed casually, has a denim jacket with patches and pins all over it, and Dan feels his eyes linger at the rainbow on her pocket.

What is that like? To be so certain and so confident that you can wear it on your sleeve even in a professional environment? Dan doesn't know that he'll be able to get there.

He wants to compliment her on it. It's the same urge he had in the restaurant with Phil's family, vocalizing that he wishes he could wear more nail polish. The same swirling anxiety of being judged for it follows quickly, but this time it's amplified by the recording device in the interviewer's hand, the knowledge that anything he says right now will be analyzed to death later.

Dan wants to live authentically, and he wants to get to a place where he doesn't need to hide, but he's frustrated by the reality of how much progress that's going to take. It's not going to be easy, it already hasn't been, and it's never going to stop.

Even with making a name for himself and having an audience, Dan knows that coming out publicly still won't stop strangers from making assumptions about him or demanding an explanation for the women he's been seen with. He'll have to come out over and over and - it's scary. It's really scary.

The compliment catches in his throat. He can't say it to someone recording him, no matter how kind her eyes are. He hasn't even told his grandma yet.

"I like your jacket," he says instead. He feels like a coward for it.

"Thanks," the woman says brightly, looking down at herself and tapping one of her bigger patches. "Customized it myself, obviously. It's a wee bit more colourful than you like to be seen in, right?"

The casual chirping helps Dan relax, reminds him that this is a laid-back interview with easy questions. Nobody is shining a heat lamp on him and asking for an expose on how he spent part of last night inside of another man.

He grins and shrugs. "Yeah, alright, I wear a lot of black. Sue me. I can still think colours look nice on some people."

Great. Now he's thinking about Phil again.

"Like Jaime," Patrick offers, tugging at one of Jaime's bubblegum braids. Dan still can't tell if it's a wig or not, but she smacks Patrick's hand away like it's her own hair.

"That's true," says Dan. "Jaime wears as much black as I do, though, I dunno that she's the best example."

Patrick nods, solemn. "At least her hair is interesting."

"Oi, fuck you. Sorry," Dan adds sheepishly. Even though this is an online print interview, he still feels a little bit of shame whenever he slips up and curses during an interview.

The woman - Cara? Catherine? Camilla? Ca-something? - just laughs and waves his apology off.

With an ease that Dan can't help but notice isn't quite as practised as Phil's, the interviewer moves on to questions about their other cast members. While they don't have any trouble making fun of each other, it's even more fun to exaggerate stories of people who aren't here to defend themselves.

Dan tries so hard to participate. He does. He laughs in all the right places and gives Jaime grief for not remembering something right, because he's given this poor interviewer nothing of substance. The thing is that Jaime is better at telling stories and Patrick is so dry and stoic with interrupting jokes that Dan knows he isn't needed for this. He lets them bicker over a story detail that he's long forgotten and feels himself start to zone back out.

He listens to Patrick's slow timbre, Jaime's trill of a laugh, and lets his mind drift back to where it wants to be.

--

Even though it's tempting, Dan isn't stupid enough to text Phil in the middle of doing his fucking job. He has to resort to checking his phone between interviews and pictures, getting more and more pouty about the lack of response to the things he's sending throughout the morning. Phil must be having a lie-in, because it takes him a couple of hours to even see Dan's texts.

ugh i should have just stayed in bed

pls send thor pics

and you pics but like give me a heads up if your dick is out im at work

i dropped my coffee on jaimes lap fml shes gonna kill me

im just so distracted lmaooo

canft believe youre just asleep thats so rude

Oh nooooooo. I always cry over spilt coffee :( you want me to bring you one? I can come hang out for lunch!

The sweet text is accompanied by a photo of Thor asleep on the sofa, his little head pillowed on Phil's knee. Phil is wearing Dan's pyjama pants and - it's hard to tell for sure, with the way the photo is angled, but Dan thinks he's got the Friends shirt on. Frankly, that should be gross. Dan wore that shirt for way too long for it not to smell like, well, his sweat, and that is objectively not sexy.

Dan feels gooey warmth spread from his stomach outwards, anyway. Maybe it is gross, but it makes him happy to think about Phil's shirt smelling like him the way that his own Yeezy shirt still faintly smells like Phil. He covers his mouth with a hand so nobody milling around will see him grinning like an idiot.

thats ok, Dan texts back one-handed. yall look comfy you should stay. i'll b back for dinner and snuggles ok?

Ok! ^_^

God, but Dan wants to be there now. He wants to be the one cuddled up with his head in Phil's lap. He recognises that it's very stupid to be jealous of a dog, but he isn't going to let that stop him.

"Hey, Howell." Patrick's voice interrupts the daydream of slender fingers carding through Dan's hair.

Dan blinks. He blinks again, looks up.

"I didn't even see you sit down," Dan tells him, bemused. They're sharing a bench in the building's lobby, not wanting to go too far in case they need to go back upstairs for more photos during the short break in their day.

"Yeah, you're on another planet," says Patrick. Dan wishes he could argue that fact. "Things went well with your whole Love Actually emergency, then?"

The reference pulls Dan up short. He feels his brow furrow as he walks through the entire film in his head. "What are you talking about? None of this happened in Love Actually."

"It's British, isn't it," Patrick says nonsensically.

"I don't," Dan starts, but then he gives up. He and Patrick are close as coworkers - friends, even - but Dan never quite understands the links that Patrick's brain makes. "It went well. It went really well. I don't know if Jaime told you everything I texted her, but I like... fully ended up meeting the family."

Patrick's eyebrows raise slightly. That's quite a reaction, from him. "You met the parents? Bro. You just started dating."

They're not in an overly crowded area, but people keep waking by them on their way in or out of the building, so Dan is pleasantly surprised to discover that Patrick can play the pronoun game, too.

"Yeah," says Dan. He doesn't want to get into the mix-up right now. He's sure that Patrick will have another incomprehensible reference when he hears about it. "But it just feels... I dunno. Right? In a way other people haven't? Maybe that's obvious."

"It's not obvious," says Patrick. He's snapping a hair elastic around his wrist idly, the gesture something Dan had thought was an expression of annoyance or frustration when they first met. Dan knows now that it means Patrick is tired, that he wants to shove his hair off his shoulders and stop it from tickling his neck. They're only halfway through their day, though, still a couple of photoshoots to get through, so he can't put his hair up just yet.

Dan knows so much about these people. He's learned it all from such close proximity for the past three years, but he also genuinely likes spending time with them. He feels, suddenly, very guilty for wishing cancellation on this thing they've all worked so hard for.

"Sorry," Dan says.

"For what?"

He doesn't really know how to voice it. He shrugs. "For being a shit coworker right now."

Patrick gives him an indecipherable look and shakes his head. "Daniel," he says, "you're not being a shit coworker."

"I kind of am, though," says Dan. "Like I can't focus at all, I'm missing interviews, and I... I don't know how much I want to go back to Atlanta. Is that bad?"

"Why would that be bad?" Patrick hums. "This is your home."

Home isn't an easy concept for Dan to wrap his head around. He hadn't had a happy one for most of his life, hadn't been able to find somewhere that felt quite right ever since he escaped that. So it's a little disconcerting when Patrick's words settle into his chest and feel like indisputable truth.

"London is home," Dan echoes, wondering it it feels just as right coming out of his own mouth. It does. His head is spinning, a bit.

"Yeah," Patrick says, like it's that easy.

Dan gives himself a little shake back into the present. He smiles, wry. "Still, I probably shouldn't be crossing my fingers under tables for the producers to shut us down."

For a moment, Patrick looks confused. Dan is all ready to apologise again, shove those feelings down, but Patrick just says, "So negotiate your contract. You know that you aren't required by law to see the show through to the end, right? You can just not come back for season four, or only come back for a couple episodes instead of a full season."

They're sat in a fairly public area, with other people walking about, but Dan could hear a pin drop in the shattering silence that rings in his ears at Patrick's use of logic.

"I," says Dan, "did not think of that."

Patrick nods. "You kind of tunnel-vision sometimes, has anyone ever told you that?"

--

By the time Dan returns to Phil's building, he's talked himself into and back out of quitting his job a dozen times. It's a dumb decision, but not much dumber than simply waiting for someone else to make the decision for him.

He decides to call Amy when he's in France and talk the options through with her. She's already looking for potential gigs in the UK for him, so hopefully the conversation isn't going to come as much of a surprise to her. The last thing he needs is for his agent to get upset with him over making changes in his life.

Dan's head is buzzing with it, loud enough to give him a headache. He texts Phil that he's outside and waits to be let in. He gets an intrusive domestic fantasy of letting himself in with his own key, and reminds himself to rein in this U-Haul bullshit.

"Hey!" Phil beams as he opens the door and steps back for Dan to come in. Other people live on the other floors, but Phil still leans in for a long kiss the moment the door closes behind Dan.

It sends sparks up Dan's spine and quiets some of the unending noise in his head. He sighs, leans into the kiss, wraps his arms around Phil's waist to pull him even closer.

He's cognizant of where they are, though, so he pulls back to rest their foreheads together after a moment. "Hey yourself."

"Did you have a good day?" Phil asks, his tri-coloured eyes bright and unguarded.

"Yeah, but it's better now," says Dan. He's parroting what Phil said to him yesterday, and he can tell that Phil recognises it from the little smile on his face. "You look nice. You showered just for me?"

Phil laughs and tugs at Dan's wrist, pulling him down the stairs. They've got four left feet between them, honestly, so it's a miracle nobody takes a nosedive.

"Yeah," he says as they narrowly avoid any number of broken bones. He presses Dan against the wall next to his front door and grins at him. "But it was also for the judgey moms at the dog park. You look nicer, you didn't take the makeup off?"

To be honest, Dan had forgotten it was even on his face. He settles his hands on Phil's hips and smiles. "They made me look like the best version of me, why would I erase all their hard work?"

"Mm, you do look pretty," Phil says, and Dan is lucky to have his back against a wall. His knees might have actually buckled at the praise if he was unsupported.

"Pretty, huh?" Dan asks. He tries to keep his tone dry, like it's a big joke, but Phil's big eyes just see too much.

"Very pretty," says Phil. Dan doesn't know how to handle being complimented by Phil's deep, sincere voice, but he isn't given much of a chance to react before Phil is speaking again. "But I don't know that I'd call this the best version of you. You looked really nice when you came, y'know."

"Fuck, Phil," Dan laughs, a little breathless. "I was literally gone for ten hours."

"Ten hours too many," Phil grumbles.

Dan laughs again, but he has to admit that Phil has a point. The day had absolutely dragged on with the knowledge that his probably-boyfriend was waiting for him.

"You wanna go inside, then?" Dan suggests, running his thumbs just under the hem of Phil's clean shirt. "I'll do a lot of things, but this floor is cement, mate. I'm not blowing you out here."

The giggle that's surprised out of Phil makes Dan smile so wide it hurts his cheeks. He smacks the center of Dan's chest lightly and steps back to let them both into his flat. "I was thinking we could, like, order dinner first or whatever, but I'm not going to complain if you want to switch up the itinerary."

"The itinerary," Dan mocks, looking around for a ball of fluff running directly at them as he struggles with his shoes. "Uh, where's Thor?"

"Uh," says Phil. There's colour high in his cheeks that he tries to hide by flopping onto the sofa. The sweats he stole off of Dan don't really leave much to the imagination at all, not when he's sitting like that, and Dan almost loses his balance when he stands up straight. The pink doesn't leave Phil's face, but a knowing smirk joins it. "He's in the bathroom."

Dan's heart skips like an old CD player and he laughs to mask just how fond he is. "Uh huh, and here you are acting like you were really ordering food first."

"Well," Phil says, his smirk growing, "we could still order first, it'd be at least twenty."

"Sounds like a challenge," Dan hums, coming around the sofa to sit on the other end and lean forward, kissing the sliver of skin where Phil's shirt is riding up. "Why don't you do that, and I'll go get a bloody condom."

Phil blushes, proper blushes, and pulls a packet out of his pocket. "Ta-da," he jokes, weakly. "For my next trick -"

"If you say you're going to make your penis disappear," Dan says, flat, "then I'm walking out."

They just look at each other for a long moment, like a staring contest neither of them initiated, and then Phil snorts. That sets them both off and soon enough they're laughing, Dan's nose tucked against Phil's hipbone and Phil's hand over his mouth.

"I wasn't going to say that," Phil insists, still giggling. "I wasn't."

"Sure you weren't." Dan grins up at him and slides up his body, a little less graceful than he'd imagined it in his head. He presses their smiles together and licks into Phil's mouth. A little noise passes between them when Phil's hands find their way into Dan's hair, but Dan isn't sure which of them it comes from.

The giddy feeling of laughter doesn't leave Dan's chest. He lets it make a home there as he trails kisses all over Phil's long, pale neck. He doesn't need to guess when Phil likes something - he squirms and makes these little huffs of noises, grip on Dan's curls tightening just a bit before it loosens again. It feels impossibly powerful to learn how to take Phil apart like this, like they're teenagers snogging on the sofa in their first relationship.

It's strange that this does feel like a first relationship for Dan, in a lot of ways. He loved his first girlfriend and cared about other women he's dated, but it's not the same at all.

Finally, Dan is allowed to feel all the things he's supposed to have felt when he was younger. He's allowed to let budding affection and lust and friendship all wrap up in one person.

"So, the piercings," Dan murmurs, letting his hand slide up Phil's shirt to toy with one of them.

"What about them?" Phil asks. He already sounds impatient and needy, like he had last night, and the sound of it goes straight to Dan's dick.

Dan laughs and sits up, helping Phil get his shirt off over his head. "I mean, do they do things for you? Do they feel good when I touch them? How do you want me to touch them to make them feel good?"

"Do you always ask this many questions during sex?" Phil asks, dry.

There's no point in lying. "Yeah, I tend to babble." Dan gives him a winning smile and taps at Phil's hips, a silent request for him to lift up. Phil does happily, arching up for Dan and letting his stolen sweats get tugged off. "Guess you'll have to shut me up somehow."

Phil laughs, muffling the sound of it with his palm, and shakes his head. He looks so fucking gorgeous like this, giggly and naked and starting to get hard against his thigh. Dan has no idea how he got this lucky.

"That's such a terrible line," Phil informs him, grinning wide. He doesn't seem bothered by Dan being dressed when he isn't. He just settles back against the cushions and wiggles a bit, either trying to get comfortable or just teasing Dan. Either is possible at this point.

"It's not a line," Dan protests, shrugging his jacket off and settling back between Phil's legs. He presses his mouth to Phil's soft tummy and, unable to help himself, blows a raspberry.

Phil kicks out at him, instinctive, and his tongue is trapped between his teeth as he tries to hold back giggles.

"My nipples aren't sensitive," Phil tells him, voice wavering with some combination of amusement and arousal. He drops a hand to wrap around his own cock, thumbing at the metal on the tip of it. "This is. It, like, tugs. It's nice."

Biting back a groan at the sight, Dan digs around for the condom. He impatiently knocks Phil's hand out of the way to get him hard enough that he can roll it on. The piercing just above his balls settles nicely at the bottom of the latex, almost like it's holding it in place. Dan rolls it between his fingers, watches Phil's eyes flutter closed. "And this one?"

"Not as much. Still good, though." Phil's tongue darts out to lick his lips, and Dan grins at the unconscious reminder of what he's meant to be doing.

It's not the most comfortable for them to be laid out on the sofa like this, lanky as they are, but Dan isn't nineteen anymore. His knees do not hold up the way they used to. He wraps his hand around the base of Phil's cock and lets the tips of his fingers idly play with the metal bar as he finally gets his mouth on Phil.

Dan isn't used to the taste of latex accompanying a blowjob, but it isn't unpleasant. He gives Phil a couple of long licks and then sucks lightly at the head, not sure how much pressure Phil likes yet.

That's something he thinks he'd love to learn. He wants to know everything about Phil's body, wants to make him tremble with it.

Dan is extremely offended when he glances up and sees that Phil is tapping something on his phone, but the offense settles when Phil huffs a laugh and says, "Put in for takeaway. All yours, now."

The phone gets put down and Dan tongues at the bump of Phil's Prince Albert ring through the condom. That makes Phil's breath hitch, his hips jerk just a bit.

It's been years since Dan has had a cock in his mouth, but he likes to think it's like riding a bike. He takes Phil deep, hollows out his cheeks, repeats any motion that makes Phil let out soft groans. He forgot how much he likes this, fuck.

Much like everything else, it's somehow impossibly better with Phil.

Phil keeps a hand in Dan's hair and braces the other on the back of the sofa, breathing hard, and Dan doesn't want to close his eyes and miss a fucking moment of this.

"Fuck," Phil breathes, and Dan responds with an answering moan around his dick. "Yeah, alright, that's - fuck, Dan, you feel so good, look so pretty like that."

The praise still makes Dan shudder. He sucks Phil harder, feeling the weight of Phil's cock on his tongue as he speeds up his movements.

Dan remembers blowjobs to be pretty fast. He also never gave one to a man older than twenty, though, and his jaw starts to ache once he realises that Phil isn't going to be pushed over the edge as quickly as he's used to.

He pulls off to give his jaw a break, stroking Phil and pressing his open mouth along the side of him.

"You think I feel nice?" Dan laughs, pleased by the way the gust of air makes Phil's cock twitch. "Fucking, forgot how good this feels."

"Yeah?" Phil prompts, his voice deep and breathy and so, so nice to listen to. No wonder he's so successful on the radio. "You like sucking cock?"

Dan shivers. "Yeah," he says. He's unashamed, because he feels safe here with Phil. He can admit to liking a cock in his mouth, a hand in his hair, being called pretty. "Yours specifically, though."

Phil laughs. "That's good. I like specifically your cock, too." He looks over at his kitchen for a moment and raises his eyebrows. "I'll get dressed and answer the door when the pizza gets here if you can make me come in the next five minutes."

Well. Never let it be said that Dan Howell backs down from a challenge.

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Laundry Day

Written By: Admin Hobicat

Pairing: Amber x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Slight Smut

Word Count: 1,452

AN: I finally got around to uploading this short fic (drabble? I lowkey don’t know the difference between drabbles and fics tbh 😂. Are they just shorter stories? Well anyways!) that I wrote daaaays ago. Final Fantasy 13 has taken over my life and I’ve been way too into it lol. I also have two other short fics im working on when I’m not being lazy so I’ll get around to uploading those too when I finish. I hope y'all enjoy this Amber fic!

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“Babe can you get the rest of the sheets from the kids beds?”

“Okay! You have all the clothes right?”

“Yup! I already have one load going!”

Today is cleaning day in the Liu household. Every Sunday Amber and I send the kids to either their friends house or Amber’s parents house that’s a few houses down from ours. Sunday is a day we both definitely look forward to. Sure we spend it mostly cleaning and washing stuff, but we’re usually left alone for hours on this day.

“The kid’s rooms are actually not that dirty this week.” Amber said as she walked into the laundry room with the bed sheets in her arms.

I couldn’t help but smile as she tossed the sheets onto the floor and ran her fingers through her hair. Today is the first day she’d been home for more than three hours and I couldn’t be happier. Being married to an idol is such a struggle most of the time since she leaves to go do a concert and is gone for a few days or working on songs and being in the studio for hours on end, but I honestly don’t regret marrying her.

It was hard in the beginning of our relationship since we had to keep it a secret and sneaked around. Then after almost a year, after we knew that we genuinely loved each other, Amber and I came to the decision to tell everyone. Things became even harder after that. Having so many people feel like they could have a say in our relationship, hearing so much criticism, and being followed by paparazzi more than usual made everything so much tougher.

Amber and I managed to make it through everything though. Now we’ve been together for 10 years. We’re married and we adopted twins, a boy and a girl. Life honestly couldn’t be better for us now.

“I wonder if the kids are trying to keep their rooms clean so they can ask us for something.” Amber said while leaning against the dryer.

“Probably. Didn’t they mention some birthday party one of their classmates was having at a water park?”

“Oh yeah they did!”

“Just wait they’ll ask to go eventually.” Amber smiled and nodded at me.

Walking over to her I placed my arms around her waist and just hugged her. I haven’t gotten to hug her like this in awhile. She’s been so busy lately and I’ve missed her. I could tell she missed me too by how tightly she hugged me.

“How long do we have till the kids come home?”

To any other person this would have seemed like a harmless question, but I know Amber and by the sly tone in her voice she definitely had other motives for asking. With a smirk I moved my arms from her waist to her place them around her neck.

“Well your mom said she was taking them to Chuck E Cheese so they’ll probably be gone for awhile.” Amber nodded, her hands resting on my hips underneath my shirt.

“That’s good. Then that gives me enough time to show my beautiful wife just how much I missed her.”

With a smirk on her face Amber pulled me closer against her and kissed me. Whenever Amber and I kiss I always feel sparks. The love I have for her is beyond anything I’ve ever felt before with anyone I’ve ever been with. If there’s one thing I know for a fact it’s that she’s my other half. My soulmate and even in our next life we’ll be together.

A soft moan escaped me when one of Amber’s hands gripped my ass. Grabbing onto her hair I licked her bottom lip for entrance and she let me in without a fight. Things were getting heated very fast. Both of our shirts were miraculously gone and in my hazed mind I barely realized she had sat me on top of the dryer. The vibrations from the dryer along with Amber kissing and nipping my neck had me moaning more and more.

“Lift yourself up.”

Doing as she said I lifted myself up and she quickly unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off along with my underwear. I threw my head back as Amber ran her hands up and down my thighs yet never going where I desperately needed her to. Just when I began to whine for her to hurry up I felt her spread my legs and began running her fingers between my folds.

The pleasure she was giving me left me a moaning mess. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge as she worked me. Just as the pressure in the pit of my stomach became too much to handle Amber stopped. I groaned loudly and opened my eyes to see Amber with her head turned towards the door.

“What’s wrong?” I asked while trying to calm down some.

“I think I just heard someone at the front door.”

Just as she said that I could hear the front door open and the sounds of the kids calling out to us. I almost felt defeated as they called out for us. Just a few more minutes and I would have reached my end. Why am I so unlucky.

“Well looks like the kids are back. I wonder why they’re back so early.” I frowned and shrugged. I couldn’t help but pout at the fact that I didn’t even get to return the favor to Amber.

“Don’t pout babe. When the kids go to sleep I’ll make you feel good as long as you want.” A smirk made its way onto my face while I hopped down to get dressed.

“How do you always know the best thing to say?” Amber smirked, putting her shirt back on before pulling me into a hug.

“It’s a gift. Come on let’s go see what’s going on.”

Nodding my head I followed behind Amber out of the laundry room towards the living room. Once there we saw Amber’s mom sitting on the couch besides our daughter, Melody.

“Hey guys where’s Miles?” At the sound of our voice Melody hopped off the couch and ran over to us. Her eyes were wide and she almost looked panicked. My mom instinct immediately kicked in as different scenarios swam through my mind.

“Miles has gum in his hair!” Out of everything I had been imagining that was the last thing I expected.

“Gum?” Even Amber sounded surprised.

“Yeah yeah! We were eating and Miles dropped something so he bent under the table to pick it up and got gum in his hair! Grandpa says Miles is gonna have to get a haircut now! They’re in the bathroom trying to see if they can get it out by washing his hair.”

Amber and I looked at each other then immediately began laughing. There’s never a dull moment in the Liu household.

“Sorry we got in the way of your cleaning. We can take the kids back to our place if you want. We just wanted to bring Miles back to see what you two wanted to do.” Amber’s mom said while getting up from the couch.

“It’s okay mom. We’ve already cleaned around the house all that’s left to do is laundry. You and dad can stay if you want. We can make something or order out and watch movies.” Amber’s mom smiled and nodded.

“That sounds fun.”

Just then Miles and Amber’s dad walked into the living room. From the look on Miles face trying to wash out the gum didn’t work like he planned. As soon as he saw us tears filled his eyes and he ran over to us, holding both of our legs while he cried.

“I don’t want to cut my hair! Why won’t the gum come out!”

“It’s okay Miles. The gum isn’t in your hair a lot so you won’t have to get it cut that much.” Miles sniffed and looked up at us.

“Are you sure?” Amber nodded, picking him up and placing him on her hip.

“Positive. For now though let mommy take you into the bathroom and cut the gum out. She’s gonna fix it up nice and then tomorrow we’ll take you to get it styled. How does that sound?”

Miles sniffed some more, a small frown on his face, before he nodded. Amber placed him down on the ground and I grabbed his hand to lead him towards the bathroom. Even though Amber and I didn’t get to spend a lot of time alone together like we wanted I didn’t mind. Being with my family was always the best no matter what.