#they didn't need to do much breaking because the back door latch sticks so the door rarely locks properly

[sitdwnandstudy]

Someone broke into my mum's house two days in a row (our working theory is they were interrupted yesterday when her neighbors came home) and all I have to say is people have some nerve stealing from a senior on freakin SNAP benefits and heating assistance.

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Did I tell you about the -first- time I broke into a house?

Because I have done that a lot, but only with the owner/tenants permission and usually because they locked themselves out... 100% legal break ins.

But the first time I was like 7 ish?

One of the guys mom was dating and grandma -who lived with us at the time... or was about to- both decided we were someone else's problem at the same time on the same day when we were getting home from school and my mom was at work.

Maybe they told my mom they didn't want to show and maybe they didn't but she was at work and couldn't leave, and if she told one of them to stick around for a few hours, they didn't.

So we get off the school bus and get to the door and no one is home. We're locked out. It's sunny as shit and I can't see, because I've never been able to see outside very well, but it might have also been cold, I think I remember winter clothes and personally being too hot in them, and my sister was crying that she was hungry or something, otherwise panicking, she used to freak out kind of easily. And I was a skinny little kid... But I 100% kicked in the door. Kicked where the lock was stupidly hard and slammed my whole little body into the thing at a run. First I think I snapped the cheap metal latch on the screen door on the outside of that and I am not sure it ever latched again. It's the metal composite stuff you aren't even sure is entirely metal because it's like too bendy and grainy?

No recollection of the second door, as getting that far only got us into the sun room, but my mom came home to find the door broken in... And my sister and I calmly sitting at the dining table with toast or something.

And I do very much understand my mom being emotional and angry about that one. Imagine you get a call from this guy you have been seeing and he tells you basically "I know I've been getting some fuck out of this but I did not sign up to watch your kids, see ya lady" and you tell that dipshit "Tough luck, you are going to stay there until I can get back"... And then you get back, and your kids aren't outside, but there's 2-3 busted in doors between you and the inside of what was a secure house. You are calling out for the dipshit and he's not answering because he isn't there, your kids aren't answering because well, you aren't calling out to them... You get in through the busted doors and look around not knowing what to find or where your fucking kids are and... They are sitting at the table eating toast [the one thing your eldest is allowed to make on their own, after a fun conversation]. No one else is there or ever was there. [Do you want some toast too mom?]

It was one of those times my mom was pissed and I expected it to be directed at us, at me, but instead she was -mostly- pissed at whoever backed out of watching us at the last second... I think.

Unexpectedly what I got was a pat on the head for making sure my sister got inside, even though she was super pissed about needing to replace the lock on the door and maybe wasn't careful about making sure it didn't sound like she was pissed at me for it, and then a lot of side-eyeing. I think there were a lot of things my mother was counting on us being too weak to get into when her mom was "watching" us [watching tv in the living room, smoking, and painting her nails]. And -a lot like the baby gates and locks when I was a toddler- my mom was freshly realizing that it wasn't that I couldn't get into it, it was that I was taking the precautions as a polite request not to.

I can't help but feel like if I had been a boy as a child none of this would have been a surprise or an issue. I'm pretty sure that it would have been expected I'd be that strong and that it wouldn't have caused any alarm or any need for adjustment, new rules, hiding things in new places or like, getting my grandmother to move in with us as child care in exchange for cheap rent. I'm pretty sure that was the first major hint to my mother that if I wanted to do damage to something or someone I very much could, and was very obviously choosing not to. [And maybe my sister too? She used to punch me for fun for like an hour and then start screaming like I was hitting her -while still punching me- until she could hear my mom approaching, then she'd punch me a few times really hard so i would get up to try to stop her just as my mom was walking in, and it was always "if you weren't hitting your sister why is she the one screaming?" And a lot of acting like it was -us- "fighting" like "two sided" thing... And never questioning why I was always the one coated in bruises? And my sister generally didn't have a mark on her? That stopped at some point around that age.]

After that it was all "I locked myself out of my apartment and I can't get back in, you look like you know how to break into a house/ you look like you can fit in that window" [thanks?] and "I'm out of town for another week but the guy who was supposed to feed our cats bailed, can you break in and feed them for the week until we get back?" with a side of implied "I am assuming you know how to break and enter"... When like... I have never illegally entered a home guys. I learned to pick locks a little bit for when my sisters stole my keys to -my- stuff. I happen to fit in through windows that most people don't, and the only time I actually *broke* anything to get into a house I was a panicking child... But thanks [this is what happens when you wear a leather jacket, fr].

[bepisbee]

More vidow oneshot of random aus

Shadows in a band au

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The slightly cold and dingy smelling garage was perfect. Bands in a garage were a classic for a reason. Vio sighed and cupped the sleeves of his sweater into his palms. He really wasn't getting through to his boyfriend about their project. He knows it's not a huge deal but the perfectionist in him is making him anxious as fuck.

While he kept going on in circles, Shadow leaned over. He brushed some purple hair from his face. He really needed a haircut. He looked over at Vio under the bangs, who was still talking about some kind of project for their class. It was his first invite to one of their sessions. It wasn’t going as smoothly as he had hoped. Besides, they were graduating this year anyway. Who cares about one small project? Although, if his pretty lips kept moving…

“Wanna run through your set today?” His band mate, Vaati, offered. Also ignoring their favorite resident nerd. Shadow nodded and looked back over. He pulled the guitar strap from his neck and traded it for the offered microphone.

Shadow took the sucker he had been working on, and with a smirk and stroke of genius, stuck it into Vio’s moving mouth.

Vio blinked at him startled before shutting his mouth and slowly turning beet red.

“No school talk in the garage, darlin’.” He took his position.

His brain short circuited. Despite the fact they had been inseparable since middle school, intimacy between them made him flustered. They could barely kiss without his heart beating out of his chest. His therapist said it has to do with opening and being vulnerable. Vio said it’s because: “shut up.”

Vaati rolled their eyes but smiled fondly. Idiots. Shadow lined up and they started slower for a vocal warmup. Vio sat on one of the now empty but closed black latch boxes. After a while of this, he took off his glasses. He wasn’t planning on reading anytime soon so he would be alright. That broken nose piece was driving him up a wall. He rubbed the sore spot, folding them up and clacking the case shut. Leaving them in his bag on the side forgotten.

As he looked back up it was just in time to catch Shadow making intense eye contact. Vio stiffened a little as the attention shifted to him. Shit, he forgot how much he liked him without the glasses. It was really rare for him to remove them at all.

The tone shifted into something more deep. Unusual from Shadow usually played.

To their credit, Vaati was just as good on that guitar as Shadow was. They needed more members though. It fell a little flat without a baseline or drum.

“You are a gaaaarden, entwined, with aaalll,” ah he was doing covers now. But damn was he good at them. Vio was captivated immediately. “You are the siileeence… on saaacred shooorrres. You’ve got diaaamoooonds for teeth, my looove, so take a bite of meee just oooonce. I want to…” the eye contact lasted through everything. Vio’s skin tingled as the hairs stood up a little. The attention on top of singing to him was bearing too much tension in his body. Delightful tension.

“Tuuuurn the page, once agaaaaain.” He leaned forward for the whisper part. “Take a bite~” wait, Vio paused. The music stopped during that.

“Alright already.” Vaati smacked his arm, breaking the moment. “Gods you two are insufferable. Go make out in your room or some shit.” Vaati put the guitar back on its stand. “I’ve got homework.” They seemed prickly, but then again they always did.

“Sorry.” Shadow didn't sound sorry. Vaati flipped him off as they left. It was their usual greeting and farewell, so no harm done it seemed.

He walked over and stole back his sucker.

“Wha- hey!” Vio stood up and followed the laughing boy back inside the house. Shadow booked it up the old wooden steps. Vio gave chase as he wanted.

“Hurry up, nerd! Gotta make out and shit.”

“Shuhahaut up! Asshole!” When he caught up Shadow was sitting on his tiny bed, feet swinging happily.

“Hi.” he leaned on the door frame.

“Hi.” The sucker stick was in the trash by the desk.

“...”

“Are you just gonna stand there darlin’ or…?” Shadow smirked mischievously. He loved pushing buttons.

“Hmm, I haven't decided yet.” He lied. Vio shut the door on his way in. He approached him, and tucked some hair behind his pierced ear. “Ah, much better. Now I can see your face. I know you have the whole punk metal rock band shtick going on,” Vio pressed a hand on his jawline. “But I do enjoy your face Shadow. No matter how “un cool and cute” you say the freckles are.” He brushed his thumb across his cheek.

His gaze softened and half lidded. “The little stars on your face, like seeing a galaxy across your skin.” He’s not gonna lie, he’s practiced this one a few times so it wouldn’t come out stuttered and awkward. “I wanna map out every inch of it, if you’d let me.” Their foreheads were millimeters from touching, warm breath across each other's lips.

Shadow’s parted slightly. Wasn’t he supposed to be the hot and seductive one? But here he was, turning to putty at Vio’s words and a single hand. Never underestimate a poet, he supposed. Even though on the inside Vio was shaking in nerves at being so direct and open.

“Vi…” he sighed and leaned into the touch. Vio really knew how to make him feel better about his self conscious points. He closed the gap between their faces. He tasted like his coconut lip balm. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” He leaned against him with body weight. Vio’s lip curled up. “You gonna take a bite?” He teased.

“Mm. If you’ll let me.” Shadow made miming bites on his neck and fake chomping noises. “Nommm!” He couldn’t stop the giggly laugh from Shadow’s hair on his ticklish spot.

“Stooop! Haa asshole come on.” he pushed a palm against his face. Shadow snorted.

“Relaaaax. I know you don’t want visible marks. Maybe I should bite your thighs instead.”

“Shadow!” He chastised, red faced and back to flustered. It has only been once, but the image of him between his bare thighs… too much to handle right now.

“What, Mr poetry can’t handle a little dirty thought?” he pulled him up onto the bed, flipping to straddle him. Vio made a squeak noise. He always forgets just how easily he can just man handle him. After getting real close and making sure Vio was as red as he could go, he plopped down next to him on his side. One leg over Vio’s. “Heh.”

“Don’t you ‘heh’ me.” Vio hid his face, folding his arms over it.

“Oh it’s alright. I’ll just sing about what I wanna do to you while making eye contact forever.” Shadow flipped the hair back out his face again.

“I’m getting you hair clips.” Vio changed the subject for the sake of his sanity.

“Mm so nice of you.” Shadow came in for more kisses. “So absolutely,” kiss “nice.” Kiss “of you.”

“Shut up and get over here.”

[nymphthroughthestargate]

Goa'uld Invasion Part One

part 2 of Quantum Mirror

a fic by mushroom with help from stick

SG-1 sat in Hammond's office in solemn silence. Nymph was with Janet, because they didn't want her to overhear the heavy conversation they were going to have.

"so let me get this straight," Hammond began. "Nymph went to an alternate universe through that mirror from P3R-233, and the Dr. Jackson from that universe told you that in another universe, there was a devastating goa'uld invasion? and he gave you a gate address to hopefully help you stop the invasion in our universe?"

"that sounds about right, yes." Daniel replied.

the general leaned back in his chair. "this invasion is several universes removed from us, what makes you think it would happen here? or that you even have the right address?"

Jack shrugged. "call it gut instinct, general, but I think we should at least check this out."

"I'm sorry, colonel, but you are asking me to send you to a possible goa'uld homeworld because of information from two separate universes. there is no way I can spin this that makes it sound like a good idea."

"how about, a stealth reconnaissance mission to determine the global threat of annihilation?" Daniel seemed the most stressed of them all, especially knowing that the other him wasn't exactly believed either.

Hammond sighed. "you bring a good point, Doctor. colonel O'Neill, do you believe there is substantial threat to warrent such a risky mission?"

Jack looked over at Daniel before responding. "yes, sir. we can never be too careful when it comes to those snake heads."

Daniel breathed a sigh of relief.

"then you have a go, on the one condition that you do not bring that little girl on this mission."

"wouldn't dream of it, sir."

~ • ~ • ~

after a hushed conversation with Dr. Fraiser, Sam pulled Nymph over to talk.

"baby, I need you to listen carefully, ok? our team is going on a very important mission, but you have to stay here because it's not safe. but you're going to have a sleepover with Cassie and Janet! so be a good girl for Janet, and let's go pack your bags, ok?"

Nymph looked up at Sam with teary eyes. "why do you have to go and I have to stay?"

Sam was near tears herself, uncomfortably aware of how much more likely it was that they wouldn't come home this time. "because this is a hard, important mission that needs to be grown-ups-only. but we'll be back, I promise. and maybe we'll go to Dad's lake in Minnesota and have a holiday just us five, does that sound good?"

Nymph nodded, and let Sam guide her to the elevators home. they packed her strawberry cow hood, and her deer plushie, and some of her favourite outfits, and when they took a break, they ate ice cream. Nymph was trying hard to enjoy the occasion of packing for her first sleepover, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this mission was a lot more dangerous than her mom was letting on.

~ • ~ • ~

with Nymph safely at Janet's house, SG-1 prepared to go through the gate. this mission felt different, felt harder. the stakes were higher and so was the risk of not coming back. Hammond gave the go-ahead, and the team - minus one little girl - stepped through.

the other side of the gate looked like a room in any goa'uld structure, except for a concerning lack of doors or windows.

"goa'uld architecture tends to hide doors in plain sight," Teal'c informed them. "we should feel for a hidden latch."

they split up, feeling the walls and attempting to move around any protruding hieroglyphs. as Daniel reached to try a panel, the entire room lurched and nearly knocked all of them down.

"what was that?" Daniel asked.

"I don't know, but that's our cue to leave." Jack said, waving his hand in the air. "Daniel, dial 'er up!"

Daniel diligently walked over to the DHD, and pressed the first symbol. and pressed the first symbol again. and then pressed it a third time, just to make sure.

"uh-oh."

"why won't it dial?" Jack demanded, but before someone could answer the sound of clanking footsteps coming towards the room signaled them to hide. the wall directly in front of the stargate slid open, and a handful of serpent guards carried a large crate between them into the room. SG-1 watched as they opened the crate, and a large silver orb floated out of it and aligned itself with the stargate. seeming to consider its location good enough, the guards turned around and marched out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Jack sat up from covering Sam, both of them emerging from their hiding spot.

"what do you suppose that does?" Jack stared at the large orb, unable to tell if it was actually floating menacingly or if that was just his bias due to it being goa'uld technology.

"it is a long-range communication device, O’Neill." Teal'c answered, walking out from behind a crate. "the goa'uld use it to communicate with their jaffa over large distances."

"Oh, so like live television?" Jack asked, still staring at it. "wonder if it gets Showtime."

Daniel shook his head at Jack's attempt at humour, hoping no one noticed his less-than-graceful attempt at climbing down from his hiding place. he had panicked when they had heard the serpent guards, and wasn't entirely sure how he got up there in the first place. before Daniel could have another thought, Jack took charge again.

"did anyone happen to see where that door was?"

Teal'c walked silently over to the wall, and grabbed a raised hieroglyph. after the others moved into position, he pulled down and revealed the door - luckily, the coast seemed clear. their guns protectively aimed before them, they made their way down the hall. the first door to open for them held a sarcophagus.

"great, a snake head is probably in that thing." Jack groaned. "we don't wanna be here when he wakes up."

stepping around the sarcophagus, Sam made her way to what seemed like a control console. her hands brushed the interface, and she looked up to see a window - but she was made uneasy by what was on the other side.

"Hey, guys, I dont think we're in a building," she called out behind her. the others turned and walked over to where Sam was standing, gaping at the chilling effect outside the window.

"so that jolt we felt-" Daniel started, glancing at Teal’c.

"-was the opening of a hyperspace window." Teal'c finished.

"Whoa whoa whoa, we're on a ship?" Jack exclaimed, not believing what he was hearing.

"indeed, O'Neill. a goa'uld Ha'tak vessel, most likely headed straight for the Tau'ri."

"guess that explains why the gate didnt work. wait, if it's already headed to earth, doesn't it mean that we're too late?" Daniel asked, worried.

"not necessarily," Sam answered, and turned to Teal'c. "Teal'c, how fast can these... Ha'tak ships go?"

"their maximum speed is 10 times the speed of light, Major Carter." he answered.

"that's good!" Sam exclaimed excitedly.

"how is that good, Carter?" Jack scoffed.

"because even at those speeds, sir, based on the coordinates of the gate address, it'll still take at least a year to reach Earth."

"dinner'll definitely be cold by then." Jack mused.

"we should go around and sabotage as much as we can before we're found out," Sam said, reaching into her vest and pulling out a block of C4. the guys did the same, and they headed back down the hall. they passed through an arch, there was a blinding flash and terrible noise, and they went down.

~ • ~ • ~

Jack was the first to sit up - or at least, he was pretty sure he was. he was completely blind, and there was a slight ringing in his ears.

"gah, what- I can't see anything!"

"I am blinded as well, O'Neill. it will pass." Teal'c's booming voice was a reassurance to Jack, who felt around for the rest of his team. his hand came across what felt like a face, but something grabbed it and bit down. hard.

"agh! ow! what was that?!"

"oh- I'm so sorry, sir, it's just so dark in here!" Sam's voice rang out, anxious and apologetic. Jack flicked his newly released hand, and attempted to rub the pain out of the bite.

"and here I thought they just took my glasses," Daniel called out from slightly farther away. there was a clattering sound before he called out again "nope, they're still on my face. that's concerning."

"well, now that we know we're all here," Jack said, "Teal'c, what the hell was that?"

"a goa'uld shock device, apparently released by triggering a silent alarm. it was designed to disorient their enemies to collect and imprison." Teal'c answered.

"we're definitely collected and imprisoned." Daniel said with a bit more than a hint of sarcasm.

"Ja- sir, I think I'm starting to see light!" Sam exclaimed excitedly.

"my sight returns as well, O’Neill, albeit slowly." Teal'c said, less excitedly than Sam did.

"good. well, if anyone comes through that door, Carter, you... bite 'em on the hand."

Sam chuckled. "will do, sir."

a few minutes later, when SG-1's sight had mostly returned, a clattering alerted them that someone was coming towards their cell. Jack signaled to the others to get ready to take on the guards in an escape attempt. but when the door opened, they were greeted by a familiar face.

"Bra'tac?" Jack exclaimed in relief, but instead of a warm greeting he received the back of the jaffa master's hand to his face. he cried out in pain, offense, and confusion, cradling his sore nose.

"hush!" Bra'tac snapped. "do you not understand what you have done? I have worked endlessly to regain Apophis' favour, just for this attempt to save your world. your foolishness may have doomed you all."

"nice to see you, too." Jack was still rubbing his nose.

Bra'tac noticed Teal'c, and clapped a friendly hand onto his shoulder. "Teal'c, my trusted student. it is good to see you, my friend, but you should not have come."

"as with you, dear friend. but I stand with the Tau'ri," Teal'c defended. "and they are my friends."

"and now you have doomed yourselves. Apophis has ordered your execution."

SG-1 held their breath as they waited for Bra'tac to say something else. the old man smiled, and looked at each of them.

"an order I intend to disregard."

the four of them released that breath in a sigh of relief, and Bra'tac tossed something at each of them.

"what are these?" Jack asked. when he glanced over at Daniel, Daniel shrugged in response.

"serpent guard boots, put them on." Bra'tac answered, slightly unhelpful.

"why?" Daniel was the one to ask, but they were all confused.

"because the traps are set to go off when it senses anyone other than a jaffa." Bra'tac sighed, annoyed that he had to waste time to explain. but his brief explanation satisfied the team, and they quickly changed shoes.

"there must be sensors clued in on a specific alloy in the jaffa armour." Sam excitedly technobabbled away, the others half-listening as they shoved their feet into the metal boots.

"Uh, question-" Daniel piped up. "we can hear serpent guards coming from halfway down the corridor, won't they be able to hear us clanking around in these?"

Bra'tac simply adjusted his grip on his staff weapon and smirked. "walk carefully."

"walk carefully. ah, yes, very helpful, thank you." Daniel sassed under his breath.

"Sam, Daniel, you split off and plant C4 where you think it'll make the biggest dent," Jack ordered. "Bra'tac, how long you think until we get to earth?"

"around 5 hours." Bra'tac answered, which made the rest of the team widened their eyes in shock.

"so much for over a year," Daniel muttered to Sam, who elbowed him.

"alright, then set the automatic timer for 6 hours." Jack told Daniel and Sam. "Teal'c and i will go with Bra'tac and..?"

Bra'tac nodded, and continued "our plan may yet succeed. we had intended on planting explosives on this vessel, then using the ring device to transport to Klorel's vessel and disable the shield generator there."

hearing Klorel's name got Jack's back up at the thought of Skaara going through that alone. "so, Daniel, you and Sam stay here and plant the bombs, and Bra'tac, Teal'c, and I will go over to the other ship and disable the shields, then I'll grab Skaara-"

"you cannot!" Bra'tac snapped. "attacking Klorel will only doom us to fail."

"what do you expect me to do, leave that kid all by himself with that Apophis?!"

"Jack-" Daniel started, only to be interrupted by Jack's fury.

"no, Daniel. I can't in good conscience leave that kid to die. hey, Sam, I was thinking that Nymph needed a big brother, what do you think?"

Sam's eyes watered, and she looked at him with a pleading expression. "Jack, don't pull me into this, please. if Master Bra'tac says it's not safe to try and rescue Skaara, then we'll have to hope he makes it through this to rescue him another time."

Jack scowled, then nodded. "fine. he's a strong kid, he'll be ok."

"yeah, yeah he will." Daniel said, momentarily putting a hand on Jack's shoulder before going down the corridor with Sam. they both knew it was unlikely anyone - including themselves - was going to make it off this ship.

"where to, master?" Jack asked, barely trying not to let his scorn seep into his voice. Bra'tac either didn't notice or didn't care, because he simply pointed the way and motioned for them to follow him.

part one | part three

[let-them-read-fics]

Blackpink Reaction To Their S/O Struggling W/ Drug Addiction

Warnings / Misc. -- ⚠️ Sensitive Topic ⚠️, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! This request covers a sensitive topic that I haven't been personally exposed to, but I hope that I do it justice. I did my best to handle it with care and be as realistic as possible. Let me know what you think!

PS -- I didn't specifically name any substances or describe them in too much detail; I wanted to leave you room to picture whatever you had in mind, especially if you happen to be struggling irl.

👩 Also, I wrote this as Fem!Reader because nothing was specified. I hope that's alright, anon! Thank you for your patience :)

♡ Happy Reading ♡

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Jisoo

Discovered it after a few weeks of dating

She's amazing at reading people, so she had sensed that you were struggling with something; she just didn't know what. 

She wanted to wait for you to tell her about whatever it was, but one fateful day she witnessed something that explained it all. 

It wasn't meant to happen; she wasn't meant to see you like this. But, as fate would have it, Jisoo stumbled across something she never saw coming. 

Her footsteps grow louder as she walks her way through the house, peeking her head into various rooms in search of you. The two of you invited some of your mutual friends over, and they've all been curious as to where you slipped away to earlier.

"Baby, are you in here? Everyone's wonder--" 

The sound of the latch clicking out of place makes your heart drop and sets you into motion. Before you have enough time to fully react, though, Jisoo opens the bathroom door to find you sitting on the ground, attempting to shove a foreign substance into a plastic baggy. 

Your hands make quick work of moving it out of view and sitting up on your knees, but she picks up on what's going on. Her eyes land on the material as you shift it behind your body, looking up at her with wide eyes. 

"Jisoo--" Tears are already beginning to work their way into your eyes, slightly blurring your vision. Too many people have walked out on you after witnessing this, and the thought that she might go too is overwhelming. 

She keeps her tone level as she steps into the room and quietly shuts the door behind herself. "Y/N, please explain yourself." 

"I-I'm sorry Jisoo, I should've told you sooner." You shakily say, bringing a hand up to swipe away the few tears that've already leaked out. It's not usually like you to get so emotional so quickly, but seeing the pained look on her face is reason enough. 

"Come here," she utters, plopping down next to you and pulling you up against her body as she leans back on the side of the tub. Her fingers rub soothing circles on your back while you rest your head on her shoulder, lightly dampening the material of her shirt with your tears. "I'm not mad at you for this, but I need you to tell me about it. I want to help you, my love. I can't watch you hurt yourself like this." 

"Okay. Just promise you won't go," you softly say, the syllables of your words breaking here and there from the raw emotion you feel. 

"I'm not going anywhere, Y/N." She presses a light kiss to your temple for reassurance, and her heart breaks when she feels your hands grip at her clothes out of habit. How many times have people told you that and still left you in your time of need? She cradles you in her arms, realizing just how fragile you are in your current state, and tells you to take your time. 

With a steadying breath, you begin to explain your struggles. 

Road To Recovery

Constant check-ins

"Hey honey, we're at the studio now. Are you taking care of yourself for me?"

Helps you deal with the symptoms of withdrawal when they hit

Focuses on distraction and redirection as ways to help you cope

If you're at a party and feel tempted after seeing someone use, she leads you away to distract you from the urge

Helps you find safe alternatives 

Celebrates the little victories

"Yes, Y/N, 4 and a half weeks clean is plenty reason to celebrate. Now mark it on the calendar and get over here so I can put this hat on you." 

Playdates at your local dog café to keep your mind occupied (and bringing Dalgomie so he can make new friends, of course)

Takes you indoor skydiving. She wanted to find a way to give you an adrenaline rush while still being able to participate with you, so that was a happy medium. She battled her fear of heights to do that with you.

Not letting you lose hope if you relapse

"You're not a burden, and I'm not letting you give up on yourself. Not after all the progress you've made. I believe in you." 

Accompanying you to rehab and recovery meetings, if you want her to

Bringing you your favorite snacks and candies when she picks you up

"I got you a little something," she smiles, leaning over the center console of the car to kiss your cheek. "You deserve a treat, baby." 

Whenever you decide to tell everyone about your struggles and recovery journey, she's right next to you for support 

Spends all the time she can with you

Early on, she would get really worried when you missed her calls or took a while to respond, but eventually she got over her fears to some degree

Still checks up on you when she's away for work

"Sorry for missing your call, Chu. Dalgom tried to kill me when I was giving him a bath and I couldn't get to the phone in time." 

Overall, just a very proud girlfriend who sticks by you no matter what

After You've Recovered

Annual "recovery party" to commemorate your sobriety 

Sometimes you invite the girls and your other friends, and sometimes you prefer to just spend the day at home with Jisoo

"Look at how far you've come, my love. I'm so proud of you."

♡♡♡♡♡

Jennie

She would be the only one who figured it out on her own. She picked up on the signs fairly quickly and always subtly helped steer you away from any potentially tempting situations

If you two watched a movie that happened to have a triggering scene in it, she always noticed how you'd look away and subconsciously tense up a bit

"Hey, babe. This movie's kinda boring; why don't we watch that new Netflix documentary instead?" 

If the two of you were invited to parties that were likely to have a bunch of alcohol and drugs, sometimes she'd try to suggest staying in or doing something else instead

You eventually caught on to her diversion attempts, and sat down with her to have a talk. 

"How long have you known?" You ask, pulling your legs up towards your chest as you sit back against the headboard of your California King. 

"A few weeks," she starts, running a brush through her hair until it's untangled. Her damp locks stick to her shoulders as she approaches you, some strips slightly drier than others. "Were you ever gonna tell me?" She inquires softly, facing you as she sits down beside you on the bed. 

"Of course, Jen. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, I just… I was on my own with it before you. I didn't have anyone to turn to because everyone left once they found out." Your confession makes her chest ache -- it's a physical, honest pain that she feels as she imagines you battling such an unforgiving foe with no one in your corner. She places a warm hand on your thigh to comfort you, knowing just how much her touch helps when you're upset. "Hey, it's okay. There's no point in worrying about that now. I know it's hard to open up, babe, so thank you for doing this. I'm here to listen, alright?"

"Thank you, Jennie. I don't know what I'd do without you." 

"You'll never have to know, either, because I'm staying right here." 

"I love you," you whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips. 

"I love you, too," she sighs against you, preparing herself for the emotional night you're about to have. For now, she takes a moment to just pull you into her arms and rest her forehead against yours, finding comfort in your steady heartbeat. 

"We'll start whenever you're ready." 

Road To Recovery

Makes various arrangements to ensure that the media won't know of your struggles

Keeps things on lock, especially if you decide to remain private on the matter and not tell the world

If you make a public statement about it, she still does everything she can to keep you protected from the negativity. She knows first hand how tough it can be to deal with, so she never lets you face it alone

You both help each other work through things

"You're my rock, Y/N/N." 

"And you're my world, Jen."

Takes care of you during bouts of withdrawal 

Sings to you to calm you down and help you relax

Takes you to theme parks and rides all the big coasters with you so you can get a similar high that you did from the drugs. She gets to be clingy with you and spend the day having fun, so she doesn't mind it, and you enjoy it just the same.

Suggests fun activities for you to do together 

"We should visit that pottery place tomorrow! I've heard a lot of good things about it." 

You stick close together when you're in public, especially when paparazzi are near

Your presence helps with her anxiety, and you hold her close and tell jokes to keep her attention off of it

Random surprise celebrations waiting for you when you get home

"Hey Jen, I'm home." You announce, shrugging your coat off before hanging it up on the metal rack next to the front door. 

"In here," she calls from the kitchen, effectively pulling you in with that sweet voice of hers. When you reach the doorway and peek in, a dumbstruck smile slowly parts your lips as you see the set up she constructed. 

"Happy 3 Weeks" a multicolored banner reads, displaying the phrase above your dining room table where Jennie sits. "Surprise, honey," she says softly, glancing down at the cake she made for you as she scoots it closer. You approach the table and examine it, practically feeling your heart grow 10 sizes from the love you hold for your girlfriend. 

"Is this why you left practice early?" 

"Mhm," she nods, kissing your cheek before she reaches into a small gift bag next to her chair. "I'm so proud of you," she grins, sliding a thin, glittery headband into your hair. It has two springs attached to the top that bounce in every direction possible, surely making you look like a dork. 

"God, I love you." 

"You'd better keep that same energy after trying the cake. I think I might've added too much baking soda…"

You shake your head and pull her in, pressing kiss after kiss to her lips until she's grinning just as hard as you. 

Going on adventures with Kuma and Kai

Especially to dog parks and other national parks 

Helps you fill things out for rehab and doesn't let you get too stressed about it

Helps you regain confidence in yourself if you relapse

"This isn't the end, Y/N. You're strong, I know you can beat this."

Is right next to you through it all

After You've Recovered

Go on an annual vacation to get away from everything and celebrate your sobriety. You take the opportunity to escape the media and reconnect with each other

"Where to this year, Y/N? Bora Bora, maybe?"

Intimate celebration between the two of you on vacation, and then the girls throw you a party when you come back

♡♡♡♡♡

Rosé

You were really good at hiding your secret from people -- especially those that you care about most. You're always afraid that once they find out, they'll pack up and leave. 

Rosé was one of the first to actually stay

She had been fairly oblivious to your struggles since you masked that side of yourself well, but one day the two of you attended a little get-together at your old friend's house, and your dirty laundry was aired.

"Bro, come on, let's play Truth or Dare!" One of your old friends says, perking up at the fact that he remembered the game even existed. He's already a little tipsy, but so are some of the others. 

"I don't know, dude," you hesitantly start, missing the way that Rosé curiously raises a brow beside you. 

"Come on, we'll keep it tame." Another person adds from the couch opposite you, their voice low. You recognize her as Cho, a sort of frenemy from your high school years. Something doesn't sit right for you with the hint of mischief that shines in her eyes, but your friends' pleas eventually push the feeling away and you relent. 

"Fine, but if Austin gets dared to do some dumb shit like last time I'm dropping out." 

"Like what?" 

"Like what?" You ask back, disbelief evident in your voice. "Are you forgetting the fact that I had to bail you out after you got arrested for streaking down the neighborhood?" 

"Okay, fair point," Austin holds his hands up in surrender. "Just a few rounds." 

--

As everyone's once boisterous laughter finally dies down into quiet chuckles, you turn to Rosé for a quick kiss. She reciprocates and holds you there for a few more seconds, loving the way your lips feel against her own. As you brush your nose against hers and garner a sweet giggle from her, Cho interrupts the moment with a phrase that makes your blood run cold. 

"So, Rosé, has Y/N told you about the time she got arrested for drug possession? Word on the street is that she still can't shake her old habit..." 

Rosie feels the way you tense up at the question and pull away from her, cringing at the exposure you just received. The room goes silent, enabling a pen to be heard if it were dropped. 

"Hey," Austin goes to defend you, about to yell at her for bringing up such a difficult topic. 

"It's fine, Austin," you say, sticking your hand out in front of him to keep him from approaching her. The last thing you want right now is a screaming match about your struggles. 

Rosie finally speaks up after what feels like an eternity, turning to Cho to say, "No, but that's none of your business. And I strongly advise that you don't speak on her name like that again." She cuts her eyes at the other girl, sending an icy glare at her to show that she's serious before giving her attention to you again. 

When a few tense moments pass with no one really saying anything, Jackson, the host, speaks up. "I think you need to go, Cho." 

"Ah, what a shame. The fun was just starting," she mockingly pouts, stopping next to you on her way out the door. Rosé strokes the back of your hand to soothe you, tracing mindless patterns with her thumb until your shoulders relax and you look into her eyes. With Cho now gone, your friends decide to go out into the backyard and give the two of you some time to clear things up. 

"So, I guess we should talk." You start, pulling your legs up onto the couch to sit criss-cross. She studies the way that you begin to nervously fidget and drop eye contact, and the sight breaks her heart. 

"Your past is your past, Y/N, and I won't ever judge you for it. I wish she wouldn't have brought it up like that -- I really wish she didn't," she says, emphasizing the word to remind you of how upset she is with Cho, "But I can tell that you're still struggling. I want to help you get better, and I'll be here with you every step of the way, babe. You mean the world to me." She smiles sadly, trying not to think of how much it would hurt to lose you. 

"Okay," you breathe out, accepting the honest help that she's extending to you. You've been burned and lied to in the past, but you trust Rosé to stay true to her word and assist you on the hard journey laid out before you. "Let's start from the beginning," you say, preparing yourself to retell your struggles from the moment they began all those years ago. 

Road To Recovery

Takes care of you when withdrawal hits hard

Isn't afraid to take the day off if it's bad enough and she needs to

"Hey, Teddy. Tell everyone that I'll be staying home today, okay? I've already let the girls know, too." 

Reassurance to the max

"You're doing amazing."

Is your shoulder to cry on when times get tough

On a weekend trip, the two of you snuck away to the beach to go cliff diving. It was a thrilling experience, and you'll always remember that day with her

Helps you find healthier alternatives to your addiction that can make the transition easier until you fully recover

"Baby, look at this." She says, repositioning her laptop so that you can see what she's looking at. The two of you are sitting on the bed, and her legs are stretched out over yours. "These herbs are safe to smoke and they can help with a lot of your troubles. These over here," she says, pointing to a section of the screen, "help with stress and anxiety. They make it easier to relax." You nod, logging the information in your brain as you run a hand over her smooth skin to keep yourself calm. It's a habit that both of you love. "Thank you, Rosie. Nobody's ever done anything like this for me." You say, keeping your head down as you remember all the people that have left you behind in your time of need. 

"You'd do the same for me, and I'm happy to be here for you." She declares, holding one of your hands within both of her own. She cradles it delicately, just like she does your heart. "I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel my love. I'm not going anywhere, babe." She leans in, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. 

Keeps your spirits up if you relapse

"You're not a failure, Y/N/N. This is just a setback, and we're going to get through it together."

One of her friends told her about a fun art class that's supposed to help people in recovery let go of some of their resentment and negative feelings, so she brought it up and you agreed to go

It was structured in two parts:

Part 1: Everyone went out to an old car lot that had various old vehicles, electronics, and other things to smash up. Once you let loose and relieved some of your tension, you collected scraps of the things you destroyed.

Part 2: With the scraps you brought back, you were told to create any type of artwork you wanted -- whatever felt right. Collage, graffiti, scrapbook, etc. At the end of the class, you were informed of the driving message behind it: Though the negative feelings and aversions you dealt with in the past may have left you feeling broken, you never really were -- you've always had the power to piece yourself back together and continue on.

After You've Recovered

Taking a month off work every year to travel and experience new things together. Usually consists of going to another city (or even country) and exploring their art museums and other artistics outlets 

The new experiences help remind you off all the reasons you want to stay sober, and they help her have new material for her songs

Lots of pictures and drawings to remember all of your adventures

Collect trinkets to hang up / display, especially around the holidays

The girls have a special celebration waiting for you when you return

♡♡♡♡♡

Lisa

She could tell something was wrong when your behavior started to change over the course of a couple weeks

She suspected other things, but after finding a substance in your bag while on a vacation trip, she was blind sided by the reality of the situation

"Hey Lis, have you seen my swimsuit?" You casually ask, strolling into your hotel bedroom in search of the item. "I thought I left it--"

Your words catch harshly in your throat, nearly making you choke from how quickly you cut yourself off. She's sitting on the edge of the bed with the baggy in her hands, and tears brim in her eyes. 

"Fuck," you wince, closing your eyes as you put your face in your hands. "You weren't supposed to find out like this."

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asks, staring straight ahead, though her eyes don't focus on anything in particular. Knowing you hurt her is bad enough, but seeing her like this makes the pain even more evident. 

"I was going to, I promise. But I've been trying to wean myself off of it," you begin to explain, slowly walking across the room until you're in front of her. You squat down and put your hands on her thighs, staying quiet until she meets your gaze. "I've tried to quit cold turkey in the past but it didn't go down well. I figured I could handle this on my own and not get you involved."

"Baby, I want to be involved. You've been different lately, and having you shut me out didn't help ease my fears. I want to be a part of this, okay? You can turn to me when you feel alone," she says through the occasional tears that roll down her cheeks, "It's my job to help you and keep you safe. So let me," she crouches down next to you as she says the last part, wrapping her arms around you when she notices your lip tremble. "I'm not gonna let this get between us," she says against your shoulder, reminding you of how strong her love for you is. 

"I'm sorry I waited so long," your words are muffled against her shirt, but she can hear how the emotion in them changes your voice slightly. 

"We have to start somewhere, and this is just as good a time as any. I'm right here, Y/N/N."

Road To Recovery

Sweet texts and reminders throughout the day

"Hey baby, have you eaten today? The girls and I miss you like crazy." 

--

"Don't forget about your check-up tomorrow. I already told my manager that I'll be taking the day off, so I'm all yours 😉"

--

"*image attachment* Question: Do you think Lego would look cute in this or do you think Lego would look cute in this? Because he WOULD." 

Stargazing trips to talk about how far you've come

Making treats for the cats together if you have a bad day

Sometimes your withdrawal leaves you with weird cravings, but she never hesitates to race to the store at any hour and snatch up your favorite treats

Learning how to cook together to keep you occupied and give you a hobby (plus she's always wanted to get better at it)

“If you fling that at me, I swear to God I'll--”

"Oops!"

"LISA!" 

Day trips to random parks and open locations to have little photoshoots when she has free days

Once took you bungee jumping for the experience and adrenaline rush

Bringing you into the studio if you're having a hard time and don't want to be alone

Always listens to you and shows how much she cares

Opts out of events if she suspects that drugs will be there to tempt you (considering you're always her plus one)

You still send her to enjoy herself at the events without you sometimes, though it does take a lot to convince her to leave you at home

"Okay, okay! But we're binging that new show when I get back." 

Makes you laugh often and cheers you up when you need it most

She's your sunshine

After You've Recovered

Considering that you're her muse and she's the artist that she is, she hatched a plan early on to document your journey to recovery

"One more, babe. Just like that." She instructs, holding the camera up to her eye one final time. "Perfect." 

"Alright, close your eyes and turn around." She commands while returning to the coffee table that sits in the middle of your living room. Her hands make quick work of putting the finishing touches on her gift for you while you patiently sway and hum to whatever song is stuck in your head at the moment. 

"Annnnnd done!" She shouts, approaching you with a wide smile tugging at her lips as she holds the book out in front of herself. "It's a photo album. I started it the day you told me you wanted to try and get better," she says, smiling softly as she slowly walks you through the beginning pages of the book. "I thought it would be nice to see how far you've come," her eyes remain glued to the pictures she took as she continues flipping, and she fails to realize that you're staring at her now. 

"I'm so in love with you. I can't thank you enough, Lis. This is beautiful." You shake your head in quiet disbelief, genuinely surprised that someone would work so hard on something for you. It shouldn't be a surprise with her though, considering how much she loves you, but it still baffles you sometimes. 

"This gift only shows a fraction of my love for you, but I'm happy you like it. This is nothing, baby; there's so much more where this came from. Thank you for letting me in." She captures your lips in a meaningful kiss, and finds it hard to pull away. You seem to be her drug of choice, but neither of you care to end that sweet addiction.

Annual trips to photoshoots and fashion shows

Being her favorite model (seriously, she could look at you for hours on end)

Always feeling so loved and cherished, no matter what the two of you are doing

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Remember this post about how Riddler dug up Elijah's body and we just... collectively chose to ignore it along with Oswald? 😂

Well. I un-ignored it. With a sad angsty fic.

(You can read it down here as well.) Word count: 2040. Tags: #emotional comfort #established relationship #hence: canon divergence #nightmares

Oswald's used to having nightmares. He's no stranger to sleepless nights, 5-am coffees have become a bit of a recurrent habit to make up for the drowsiness clouding his mind after a particularly difficult dream chimes in without permission and throws his sleeping schedule off — so much that he often finds himself power-napping through the day when Ed isn't around to tell him off for it.

Yes, he's almost grown too accustomed to Hugo Strange's voice narrating all sorts of gruesome scenarios that he ends up carrying out of his own volition, propelled forward by an unknown and invisible force deep inside. He never really sees the Doctor, but he hears him all the time, he's just there all the time. He tells Oswald what to do and Oswald does it without a pinch of remorse. Shoot him. Stab her. Blow them all to pieces, they deserve it.

It's the kind of hell he's used to. He's almost learnt to accept it's never going away. That it's a part of his psyche now, a part of him that will never really go away — because how do you fix a tattered mind? He wouldn't let anyone try, anyway. Not after Arkham.

This night is different. This night he's assaulted by a new kind of terror, almost perfectly calibrated and specially curated for him. Blossoming from the deepest part of his mind where he'd stocked it, never to be revisited.

And it's most cruel for one reason: when he wakes up with a startle he can't bear the thought of those arms wrapping around him and providing comfort like they've done so many times before. In fact, the first thing he does when he opens his eyes is untangle himself from Ed's sleeping embrace like it burns him.

Which means he's got no-one but himself to count on, again. No-one to hush him through the aftermath and speak softly in his ear and hum a long-dead melody until he calms down or, if he's lucky, falls back asleep.

"Oswald?"

He sits on the edge of the bed, hunched over to catch his breath, and feels Ed shifting position behind him. His partner's voice is clouded with sleep and Oswald can't bring himself to even turn around and reassure him — lie to him. He fears if he turns around he won't see Ed but Riddler. Not Ed's gentle eyes but Riddler's mocking glare. Not a warm comforting smile but a disdainful sneer.

His father, standing on the other side of the bed with a disappointed frown. My boy, how could you steep so low? Do you know where I am? Do you know where he left me?

When Ed's warm fingers brush over his right shoulder Oswald bolts upright with a whine.

"Osw��?"

And he runs to the bathroom and slams the door close behind him, feeling his one-piece nightgown sticking to his chest with sweat.

"Oswald, what's wrong?" Edward's voice is immediately on the other side, he tries turning the doorknob but Oswald is pinning it closed with his own weight, still unable to brush away the gut-wrenching feeling of betrayal that's so suddenly taken hold of him, "Oswald, get off the door."

It's a gentle request.

Oswald might have done it, perhaps, might have considered it, if he hadn't looked right into the mirror hanging on the opposite wall and seen Elijah's pale and sickness-stricken face. A dead man's face that makes him shiver.

He shall never have peace, so long as you're with him, Oswald thinks. Some other Oswald. Some other voice that sounds like his but isn't. Can't be.

"Oswald," Ed tries again, and this time he pushes against the door with more conviction, Oswald leans off and turns around to face him when he comes in, to keep him away, Riddler, he's still in there, he's— "oh dear," Ed coos, having one look at him and taking pity instantly. He takes a step forward and Oswald takes a step back.

"No!" he blurts out with a raspy voice. Edward stops dead in his tracks, lost expression for a moment before his shoulders relax again.

"It's okay, Oswald. It was just a nightmare," he adds, softly like so many times before.

"No, it isn't! It wasn't!" Oswald lashes out, hating that he looks at Ed's dishevelled face and concerned caramel eyes and wants him to just get away, his voice comes out just barely, "you did that to him! You— How could you?!"

Ed opens his mouth and doesn't move, clearly taken aback by the accusation even if he fails to comprehend, thrown off by the way Oswald looks at him, stands like that, like a wounded animal, like he might flee if Edward takes another step forward.

He still takes a step forward, though, because he never was really good with physical cues.

"Os, I don't understand wha—"

"Don't touch me!"

Oswald jerks away and hits the wall behind, still shivering despite his burning skin. Edward shows him his palms, a gesture of surrender.

"Okay. Okay, I'm not," he takes a steadying breath in, "I'm staying right here."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's not him, I swear! I didn't—"

"Oswald?"

"He's different now! He's not like that anymore!"

Oswald gestures towards Ed, clever, supportive, thoughtful, with his checked blue pyjamas and plaid shirt and lack of glasses and puffy eyes from sleep. Then he looks back at his father now standing by the door and projects the thought: Ed. Not Riddler!

But Elijah shakes his head and purses his lips, looking him up and down like he doesn't approve and Oswald just needs him to understand.

"It's not hiiiiim!"

"Oswald, this is starting to become very unsettling."

Edward looks around, to his right, there. To where Oswald's looking, to nothing. He knows that deranged gaze, he's seen it countless times before, he's stood in front of the mirror a lot of times and seen it on himself.

"Os, it's just those new painkillers making you groggy, okay? It's a much heavier dose than the one you're used to. Whatever you're seeing," Edward chances a slow step forward and Oswald finally turns his head back to him, with glassy eyes and tears on his eyelashes and still looking like he'll run away, "it's not there, Oswald. I am here."

Oswald stares at him for a few more silent moments with a lost expression, mouth open and still bracing himself with one hand on the cold tiles behind and the other on the sink.

"You're not... you're not him, I try to— I tell him you're not," he babbles, looking feverish and lost.

That's when the penny drops for Edward. It feels like a stab to the heart, that broken voice, the trembling hands, the quivering lips, the whole sight of an Oswald so distressed he won't even let him get close enough to soothe him.

"No," Ed says softly, his own voice failing him for a moment, shaking his head and taking yet another step closer, "no," he repeats breathless, "I'm not. Please. Come here."

He reaches an offering hand and Oswald slowly looks down as if weighing his options. As if making sure this isn't a trick — which, well. If he's thinking of Riddler, he can hardly be blamed for exercising caution, Ed admits. It hurts him to admit it. To know he's caused this, one way or another. Painkillers or not. This raw incoherent fear is coming from somewhere, however small the flame that ignited it might be, and he can't fix it because Oswald won't stop trembling like a leaf and recoiling.

"Oswald, please," he begs, voice finally breaking and eloquence escaping him, retrieving his outstretched hand and rubbing fingers over his burning eyelids because if he breaks down too... "please, it's me, Ed, just Ed."

He doesn't know what to do. He's on the verge of blurting out apologies when he opens his eyes to Oswald latching onto him with one of those desperate hugs. Ed wraps his arms around him instantly, a reflex, feeling like he's just come back to life.

"Go away," Oswald says, sobs with his face buried in the crook of his neck and starts crying. Edward tightens his hold and hides his own tears in the other man's raven locks, understands he's not the one being spoken to, "go, please. I won't leave him!"

Edward can barely understand the string of pleas when Oswald's clutching onto him so firmly his words come out muffled and nearly intelligible. Either way, he's not about to ask who's there — better not add salt to the wound. Not feed the horror, lest it become a recurrent thing. He needs him to understand this is a figment of his imagination if he's not aware already.

"Shhhh, it's all good," he keeps Oswald in place with an arm around his waist and brings the other one to gently pet his hair, "it's o-kay, Oswald. I'm here, it's just you and me."

Oswald nods against his chest but he can't seem to bring himself to stop crying. Edward rubs circles on his back.

"Just you and me," he repeats, striving for a soothing voice and feeling it waver ever so slightly.

They stay like that for a whole five minutes until Oswald finally leans back, sniffs and looks up with red eyes and a self-deprecating comment on his lips that Ed doesn't let him voice out.

"Come on, it's freezing out here."

Ed guides him back under the covers and tucks him in, Oswald watches his every move like an overcurious child. That cloudy expression is gone, though, and Ed can't help but let out a sigh of relief at having him back. He looks drained but sober.

Mostly sober.

His eyes still dart around with a nervous air but he doesn't seem to find his demon anywhere. When Ed climbs back up on the bed Oswald immediately shifts closer and hides his face in his shirt again.

"I'm sorry, that—"

"No-uh-uh," Ed cuts in, brushing a strand of hair off his green doe eyes and feeling an almost compulsive need to plant a kiss on the now-red tip of his nose, "say no more."

Oswald purses his lips and shuffles even closer, pressing his flush body so firmly against Ed's that they can't exactly see each other's faces anymore.

"Can you...?"

"Yes I can."

And that's that. He settles his chin on top of Oswald's head and starts humming; content to sidestep the issue just for now but unable to brush aside the sour taste of guilt filling almost every corner of his mind.

He starts rubbing circles on Oswald's back and doesn't stop the melody until he feels the other man's hold loosen up and his breath change into a normal and peaceful pace. Only then does Edward slowly extract himself from the embrace, far enough that he can look at Oswald's face.

Red and wet and troubled, still. He reaches over and soothes the lines on his forehead.

"I'm sorry, Os," he breathes out.

He's used to Oswald having nightmares. He wakes up all heaving breaths and uncertain hands latching onto anything that's near for comfort, for safety or reassurance. Ed is always there to provide either one, wrap his arms around his shaking form and listen to him if he wants to talk. Make him a cup of tea or play soft tunes on the piano if sleep doesn't return.

Oswald's always been needy like that.

Having him wake up and frantically keep himself away, recoil from his touch and excuse himself to a third party only he can see... that's a first.

And it's terrifying.

Because He made that happen. Because Oswald's grown to be too dependant and Ed's grown to be his anchor in moments like these and if he can't even be that... then what can he be? What's left for him to be, besides the clear instigator?

Ed closes his eyes and lets out a sigh, focusing on the sound of Oswald's breathing and on the touch of his cold feet and the smell of cherry-scented hair conditioner. He relishes in the familiarity of the hold and shakes the darker thoughts away.

Perhaps he's become a bit dependant himself.

[nessaxc]

Part 3

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After a few minutes he led you into his apartment and shut the door behind him quietly.

He slowly moved forwards you so that he was behind you. “So, you liked me back then too, hm?” Chifuyu asked, his voice was low and thick, almost a growl that permeated through your entire body like a heatwave.

You turned slowly, where not a single part of your bodies touched. Your lips were so close that they shared breaths and yet they didn’t touch.

“Yes,” you whispered, your eyes locked with his.

“I guess we should both be happy that this reunion took place.” Chifuyu rasped, his voice thick with ardour.

You drew your thumb over his lower lip, splaying it under a little pressure as you tugged it down toward his chin before it sprung back up and Chifuyu wet it with a single stroke of his tongue.

And then you kissed it. It was barely more than a graze of hungry lips against wet ones. Like a playful breeze that danced across his lips with promises unspoken and desires unreleased. It was a feather. His one lip encased between your two until you started to pull away.

Chifuyu’s hands latched around your back and you smiled back into the kiss. It pressed deeper, laced with more fervour and licentious need. He turned you and your shoes skated across the dark polished wood. You both stumbled backwards, blindly engrossed in a war of lips and tongues until your thighs hit the hall table, toppling a few picture frames he had there.

His hands gripped your waist like he was going to lift you before they travelled up your sides, the tips of his fingers grazing against your naked skin.

“Let’s head to the bedroom,” Chifuyu spoke with a husky voice before his teeth nipped at your lower lip.

You didn’t hesitate to nip him back before you shifted from against the hall table and Chifuyu began to ascend the stairwell. He didn’t need to check you were following him because your fingers reached out and touched just the fringes of yours.

Chifuyu stopped at the second door along the landing and even though you couldn’t see his face you imagined his lips on yours again. When he opened the door and passed over the threshold of his room.

You hadn’t bothered to ask but you saw no signs of him living with a woman, or a man – you wouldn’t judge – but you were fairly certain Chifuyu slept alone in that bed, that impressively large bed with a grey headboard.

All the drawers on his dresser were closed as was the double mirrored wardrobe doors.

The next thing you knew your body was perched on the edge of his dresser. The chill of his hands careened up your spine and you soon realised that your skirt was now pushed almost all the way up your thighs. Chifuyu was stood between your legs, the width of your hips pushing them further apart and making your skirt rise even more indecently. But you didn't stop it, you didn't want to.

You grabbed his hair, letting his surprisingly messy hair touch the soft skin between your fingers before you tugged, hard.

Chifuyu responded with a bite to your lower lip, snatching it briefly between his teeth before soothing it with the edge of his tongue. You released some of the tension you had wound up in his hair but it made no difference.

He bit your lip a second time, a little harder than the first, before he again ran the tip of his tongue over it like a salve seconds later. You relinquished your grip in his hair completely, letting his dark hair float through your spread fingers instead. It was soft, ridiculously soft. Impossibly soft. Chifuyu clamped your lip a third time and they fell open on the verge of rebuking him when his tongue swarmed your mouth.

That was what he had been waiting for.

He tasted like alcohol, or maybe you did? His tongue was strong and thick and it made itself at home inside your mouth, sliding down the inside of your cheek and coiling around your tongue.

You knew that you might be a touch inebriated, but you also knew for a fact that absolutely no one has ever kissed you like this. So hungry, so carnal, so...primal. Your lips closed in around his tongue and Chifuyu growled. He actually growled. Not angry or annoyed but guttural and animalistic.

Fact. You just made Chifuyu growl. And it felt amazing reverberating through his tongue onto yours. Your hands were scattered and disorganised, eager to touch everything Matsuno Chifuyu had on offer. One skimmed his jaw with the pads of your fingers while the other disappeared under his shirt, racking manicured nails over abs. They were hot and your breasts ached to be rubbed across them.

You tore the shirt up his chest and pulled it freely from his body without any resistance from him. Your eyes feasted on him as you wet your lips, tasting his kiss still bled into the lines there. Your body shifted and arched toward him, desperate to feel some friction that this position just didn't allow for. It didn't matter how you moved, angled or how close you pulled him, you found no relief from the desperation between your legs. You wanted friction, delicious, delirious friction. Those jeans, you wanted the rough denim of them to rub against your perfectly practical black panties, like two sticks in the hands of a boy scout desperate for his fire starting merit badge.

But this position didn't afford you that and you were left with a hollow feeling and painful ache and then his hands, those beautiful hands, hitched under your skirt and sunk into the flesh of your ass, lifting you from your seat.

You gasped when the change finally blessed you with what you craved – friction. Your heat now scolding against those delectable abs. The sweat from his bare skin permeated your panties mixing with the fresh arousal that dripped between your folds. It was sinful like you were the Preacher's Daughter keening for more. More. More. Your hips bucked against him, rampant and determined to feel each ridge his stomach had to offer you. You were so focused on your primal need that you didn't even notice Chifuyu was carrying you across the room.

But your mouth grew lonely. You didn't know when or why you both had stopped kissing but within seconds of the realisation, you kissed him again. There was nothing fragile or timid about it. It was a kiss that spoke to the frantic need that was consuming, controlling and spurring you.

You nipped his top lip but your adoption of this new way of asking for entrance found you biting him much harder then you had intended and his whole body shook with a low growl. However his lips parted regardless and you dove your tongue between them to discover all realms of his mouth – his teeth, roof, tongue, cheeks – you wanted them all.

Your tongues wrestled, fighting for position and dominance, each one giving and taking but neither fully relinquishing the war. You startled against him causing his grip on your ass to tighten in compensation. You would wear bruises on the flesh of your ass tomorrow, but tonight with your veins coursing with liquid courage and adrenaline, you didn't feel a thing other than pleasure. Then his hands retreated and you dropped a few inches onto the firm mattress below. You shuffled closer to the centre as Chifuyu crawled over the top of you like a lion studying his prey seconds before he devours it.

You soon realised that his pause was for another, non-predatory reason when his eyes showed just a fleck of hesitation twitched at the corner. He was waiting for you consent to be devoured. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, gaining enough height to press you lips to his before you folded one arm around his neck.

He followed in kind, snaking a strong arm around the small of your back before he lifted you fluidly without breaking free from your lip entanglement. His body rocked back as you came up, moving together like a seesaw that found you perched on the edge of his lap, finally feeling that denim verses silk friction you had lustfully sought. Your skirt rose completely and became a belt around your waist but you had no mind to fix it. You pulled your crop top up your body and over your head.

Chifuyu still holding you balanced on the edge of his knees, the moment Chifuyu sat right on his feet your fingers attacked the fly of his jeans. You wanted to stay in this moment, this moment where you didn't think about consequences or pros and cons.

You wanted something foolish and crazy.

You wanted Chifuyu.

You wanted him so bad.

You wanted to know all about him. You wanted to know what he is doing in his free time after this ten fucking years.

Part four here -> 4

[idga-buck]

Some and Others, 4/?

Bucky learns some things about his relationship and tries to clean up the mess he made.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3,300

Content: swearing, discussion of pregnancy, awkwardness, light allusion to dubcon?(No sexual content, but I’m including in case- if you have concerns about this, feel free to message me) also a fanfiction writer’s attempt to fill in the blanks regarding how the avengers make money and avoid plot holes. They’re a nonprofit now. Lawl.

Bucky stared dumbly at your apartment door, the sound of it slamming in his face still echoed in his mind. His lips flapped under the force of his exhale as he swallowed his pride and knocked again. To his surprise, you opened it quickly. Must have stayed by the door after closing.

“Can I try again?” He asked, leaning to the left and looking at your frown under the chain latch that kept him from seeing anything else.

“Is it mine?” You repeated back to him in a voice much lower than his own. If he wasn’t being mocked and you weren’t looking at him like the worst human on earth, he probably would have laughed.

Bucky lifted his hands and your eyes dropped to the four plastic packages in his fingers, then widened. He was a little proud of himself for remembering your excitement over the artisanal popsicle guy that pushed his little orange cart around the park by your apartment. Once the air shifted in springtime and the sun was out most days, you wouldn’t shut up about it. He didn’t really get it and half the flavors on the menu were fruits he’d never heard of let alone could imagine being paired up, but you loved them. Before the break up, you’d dragged him out to join you for one and playfully teased him for ordering a peach lemonade instead of something more exciting. He’d been more interested in getting out of the sun and using your sweet tongues and cold breaths for something more fun and less surrounded by people. Between the heat and his sorriest look, he hoped that the popsicles would help him get his foot in the door.

“What flavor?” You asked, eyes narrowed and on him again.

“One of everything,” Bucky assured you. He held them out as if allowing you to take one before pulling it back again, just as your hand rose to reach for one. “Please?”

The door closed in his face a second time. Becky’s jaw shifted forward in frustration, his bottom teeth tickling his upper lip, probably looking more like a bulldog than an Avenger as he chewed on nothing. His mouth slipped open at the sound of the chain sliding open and the door opened again. Third time’s the charm.

Your arm reached out to take one of the popsicles and walked away, leaving the door open behind you. “You can put the rest in the freezer,” you called back over the crinkling of your wrapper as you tore into it. It was a better invitation than Bucky had expected, so he took it. He closed and locked the door behind him before making his way into the kitchenette. Just before closing the tiny freezer door, he grabbed a bright magenta popsicle for himself. DragonPassionParty, the wooden stick read, and Bucky decided that he could use a bravery boost. Trying new fruits was a good first step before talking to you about the elephant in the room. Or rather in your belly.

“Hey!” You whined, noticing that he’d kept one for himself instead of saving all three for you.

“I’ll buy you more,” he answered automatically before shoving the top of the treat into his mouth and shrugged. DragonPassionParty was good.

Bucky joined you on your sofa, something that had been so normal just a few weeks ago was weird now. Both of you silently slurped on your popsicles, waiting for the other to say something first and break through the invisible barrier between you. Just like before, Bucky knew he should say something and failed to do so. His mother would be so disappointed. His sisters would smack him. If they could see him now, sitting on a sofa, tongue coated in sugar and dyed hot pink, while he stared at a wall to avoid speaking to the mother of his child… actually, even he’d smack any of his old buddies if they’d been that dumb.

“I wasn’t with anyone else,” you finally broke the silence. The braver person in the room showed themselves and Bucky wasn’t exactly surprised that it ended up being you.

“I didn’t think you had,” he admitted.

You scoffed at that, clearly unsatisfied with his response. “Then why ask? Why storm out and leave me alone for a life changing moment? Why show up FOUR DAYS later just to ask something so stupid?” Just when he thought your little outburst was done, you thought of another question. “Why bother showing up at all?”

Bucky winced and bit down on the wooden stick, pulling it between his teeth and clearing the rest of his dessert in one swipe. The ice melted on his tongue and he sucked it down slowly, watching you shake your head. You’d spun on the sofa, leaving half a cushion between your crossed legs and his spread thighs. “I didn’t think it was possible.”

“Well-“ you laughed, but not because the situation was funny.

“You said you were on something, so-“

“Hey,” you said sternly and Bucky’s eyes finally left the cushion between you to meet you head on. You pointed one finger and shoved it against your own sternum. “Woman with a uterus and birth control,” then your fist fell forward, finger now pointing directly at him, “Super soldier with super soldier spunk.” Your arms crossed after that. “Now we know which one is stronger. Shocker.”

“So…” Bucky debated asking, but it was a thought that came back to him over and over during the last few days. He already thought that you’d used him once… what was stopping him from thinking you’d do it again? Nothing. “You didn’t do this on purpose?” Your eyes widened comically, but your brows met in the middle of your face. Equal parts shocked and angered by what he was insinuating. In a moment of stupidity, he decided to lay it out plainly, thinking you’d respect him more for just coming clean about what had been bothering him. “Were you trying to get pregnant... to, you know... trap me?” Bucky frowned as it said it. It sounded even worse outloud. “Is it an Avenger thing? A money thing? I don’t have any…” he rambled on, watching your face fall open in disbelief. “I just need to know.”

“Fuck you.” Or not.

Your voice was different. Maybe because you were mad, but Bucky thought it was more than that. In months of being your boyfriend, he’d never experienced this side of you. You’d always been sweet to him, albeit a little pushy when it came to going out rather than hiding under the covers, but you were mostly a gentle presence. Something he’d kind of needed at the time. Now… you weren’t holding back and every time your eyes cut through his, his gut turned over.

“I should have come to see you sooner,” he admitted and by the look on your face, you were completely unimpressed by him. That was new too. “I had a lot to think about.”

Your hands fell down to your sides and you pushed yourself off the sofa before Bucky could finish his sentence. “Well, I have a lot to think about too.”

“That’s why I’m here, doll-“

“No thanks,” you stated simply. Bucky turned toward the back of the sofa, watching you move toward the door. He frowned when you stood next to it, looking rather expectant. When he didn’t move from his seat, you opened it for him. “I need you to leave, Bucky.”

He stood from his seat but not without arguing his case. He needed a few days to wrap his mind around the idea of a baby. The idea of YOU and a baby. The idea of HIM freshly fucked up and still trying to survive in a new world… having a baby. It was a lot and it was a lot to shoulder alone. Bucky avoided any conversations that turned toward himself. Steve didn't push it. Sam had definitely noticed, but also had a gift for filling silences without making him feel defective. Almost everyone else in the compound was so used to Bucky avoiding them anyways that it hadn’t been all that surprising when he suddenly closed up again.

Standing in your apartment, in the process of being kicked out, Bucky only just realized that you were in it too. He wasn’t technically alone, not if he didn’t want to be. You didn’t have to be alone either. That was the thought that should have put his ass on his bike and sent him here sooner.

He tried explaining himself, but you were over it, eyes flirting back and forth between his and the floor. The second he took a breath, you jumped in, seizing the moment for yourself.

“You can’t be here, Bucky. I have a lot going on and I need to figure out what I’m going to do.”

“That’s why I’m here, I can-“

“Whatever you think you can do, you can’t-“ you said sharply and fell back against the wall next to the door. With your head back, face turned up, you spoke to the ceiling instead of to him. “I told you, Bucky. I can’t say no to you.” He remembered you saying that before. It didn’t mean anything at the time. It was flirty, that’s all. But clearly, he’d missed what you were really saying. “You’re… I dunno. You’re larger than life and it’s my fault for getting caught up in it, but what was I supposed to do? Turn down the fucking Avenger in my bed?” Your voice sounded so small, so embarrassed as you spoke. It made Bucky want to throw up. Were you with him because you didn’t think you’d had a choice? Once he’d gotten it in his head that you were using him, he didn’t stop to question why he kept coming back. Why he’d come to you at all. Good sleep. Comfort. Escape. Some piece of his life that wasn’t under a microscope. Did he have it all backwards? Was he the one using you? “This isn’t-“ Bucky's eyes were drawn down to your hand, coming up to hold onto your stomach. It looked no different than it ever had. But it was. Everything was different. “I feel like everything is falling apart right now and I just… I can’t think about you, Bucky. If I think about you, I won’t think about anything else.”

“I didn’t-“

“It’s fine,” you sighed, pushing off from the wall and dropping your hand back to your side. Bucky’s eyes were still on your stomach as he fought the urge to replace your hand with his own. “I just need to figure out what comes next for me. I don’t know what to do about work or if I can stay in this apartment or how I’m going to tell my mother… oh my god, my mother…” you groaned.

“What’s happening with your job?” Bucky asked suddenly and he could see he’d caught you off guard, your mouth still open and your eyes deeply confused by his interest.

You blinked twice and he tipped his chin up, encouraging you along. “I was at work when those… things attacked,” you explained. “Our building was evacuated, which is where you, you know, showed up to save the day.”

Right. Bucky nodded, but he didn’t bother speaking this time. Just letting you fill in the details.

“My director was one of…” you paused and shook your head. “Well you saw what happened to her.”

The people that died. The people that died in front of you. Shit shit shit shi-

“Then some asshole with a bomb strapped to his back flew through the windows of the floor below our offices, or so they say. Everything caved in, it’s all lost. The video is all over the news, but I could only watch it once. He just soars right into it… it’s… fuck what’s wrong with people?”

You were getting choked up and Bucky stood there frozen, remembering the weight of the man’s body as he kicked it clear into a building across the way. Yours. Apparently.

Seeing that Bucky wasn’t really listening, you wiped your eyes and cleared your throat. “Some people are being transferred to new branches, I haven’t heard from anyone yet and Margo’s funeral is tomorrow and-”

“I’ll go,” Bucky interrupted and your mouth closed immediately. He watched your lips curl in over your teeth to bite them and your eyes drop back to the floor. He was going to say something else. Sorry, maybe. But when he reached up to touch your face, you flinched. His stomach dropped again. It was subtle, but clear as day to him.

So Bucky’s gentle outstretched hand curled into a fist and he left. Whatever help he thought he’d be able to offer was empty. You were pregnant. Potentially out of a job. You might be moving away all together and somehow all of that was his fault. He tried not to dwell on the possibility of never seeing you again, but when his mind did wander that direction, Bucky told himself that the idea of never knowing the only child he’d likely get was what soured his stomach. He ignored the way his disapproval started in his gut, but managed to flutter until into his chest, beating wings beneath his rib cage. It wasn’t like he’d miss you. He couldn’t. He’d only recently gotten away from you. That had been his choice and now, suddenly, he wasn’t so sure about it. Maybe because it was his choice. It was good practice to set his own boundaries and decide what parts of his life included other people. From what he remembered of the sparse therapy sessions, those things were important and the break up let him do that. This time, however, if you left it wouldn’t have been his choice and that didn’t sit well with him. You weren’t interested in his input at all and that scared him a bit. He hadn’t felt this useless in- well ever. Bucky vaguely wondered what his therapist would have said about that.

…

The Stark’s were in charge everywhere they went. It wasn’t really a competition. Tony still perceived a power struggle that didn’t exist between himself and Steve, but Bucky knew better than to say what he actually thought about that. He’d come between them too much as it was, so whenever the two were together, Bucky steered clear. He’d perfected his aboutface back in ‘43 and 80 years later, he found more use for it than ever.

Bucky heard their voices echoing down the hall and needed no serum’s aid for it. The recent attack was the only thing anyone could talk about. It was stressing out Wanda to no end and if Bucky could tell that, he wondered why the hell everyone insisted on continuing on about it. Any civilian casualties set the witch on edge. Being so close to home made these particular losses that much harder. The android, Vision, tried to explain Lagos. Bucky felt like he barely had a grasp on reality as it was and conversing with a metal man who could float through walls wasn’t good for his mental health, so that was a brief conversation. Bucky saw Wanda in one of the sitting rooms, android sitting next to her on a modular sofa as both listened to the other Stark. The blonde one that managed to keep Tony in check when no one else could. She tenderly touched Wanda’s knee before rising from her own seat and making her way toward the hall, where Bucky realized he’d been standing like a creep and watching them for too long.

“Sergeant Barnes,” she greeted him with a warm smile, shifting a leather bag from her hand to her hip.

“Ma’am,” he nodded. She told him to call her Pepper, but he still preferred ‘ma’am’. “Everything okay?”

Pepper looked back at Wanda and Vision, leaning into each other on the sofa like the opening scene of a sitcom, but with somber looks on their faces. “I suppose it is weird to see me around the compound,” she mused before leaning in as if sharing a secret. “Stark tower is more my speed.” Bucky offered a tight smile and when his eyes drifted back into the sitting around, where the couple still hadn’t moved, Pepper spoke up again. “She’ll be fine, wants to make amends. I’d let someone help usually, but since the attack was in the city…” she must have noticed that Bucky’s expression changed. He stared hard, through her not really at her, and Pepper moved her head a bit trying to catch his eyes again.

Amends. Wanda wanted to make things right somehow. As far as he knew she couldn’t bring anyone back from the dead, hell maybe she could, Bucky didn’t know the extent of her powers, but still she wanted to help the ones who lived start to heal. Whatever that looked like. Pepper would help with that and maybe she could help him now that inspiration had struck.

“Do you have a minute?” he asked, suddenly, but hopefully. Pepper looked over his shoulder, then down to her phone. It was obvious she wanted to say no and Bucky was shocked when she didn’t. The Starks were very different people and he was glad to be talking with this one. Bucky escorted her down the halls and toward the hangar, so that she could leave whenever she needed to, sharing a bit of his needs all the way.

“I think I need a space… not here you know? A house or apartment, I don’t know. The compound is great, really, more than I expected honestly, but sometimes I just… I can’t breathe and I don’t have any money, but maybe-”

Pepper stopped walking and held up a hand. Bucky shut up and was glad to, feeling like he was going nowhere with his awkward request. Her smile really was kind and it prompted him to take a breath. “Stark has some real estate holdings, investment properties, I’ll set you up with one of the property managers.” She made it sound so easy. It made Bucky nervous.

“I’ll need a job or something to pay for it, can-”

Pepper stopped him again. “Tony was supposed to talk to you about this.”

Bucky sensed that blaming her husband wasn’t his wisest option, so he smiled meekly. “I might not have been listening.”

She hummed, frowning a bit as if she knew he wasn’t telling the truth, but continued on, seemingly unbothered. “You are not a Stark employee, Sergeant Barnes-”

“Bucky,” he corrected reflexively, but quietly.

Pepper smiled, her shoulders lifting quickly in silent amusement. “Bucky…” she started again. “It’s a conflict of interest. After the mess over the accords, it was decided that no entity should have, for lack of a better word, control over the Avengers.” Bucky couldn’t agree more. “What used to be an initiative of S.H.I.E.L.D. is now a 501(c)3, accepting benevolent donations, but no strings. We use a fiscal intermediary, yearly audits…” Pepper rolled her eyes off to the side. “You don’t care about all that, I’m sure, so I’ll keep it simple. You have money, Ser-” she stopped herself. “Bucky. Many people believe that you put more good into the world than bad and they want to support that.” Bucky swallowed hard. He wasn’t sure about all that…

“Is there… is there anyway we could keep this between us?” Pepper frowned at his request and Bucky coughed. “The whole point of a place is privacy… no offense, but if your husband knows…”

Pepper smiled, but checked her phone one more time. “I understand. He can find out lots, but I won’t give him any reasons to go looking. How about that?” Bucky thanked her and didn’t follow when she started walking again. “I’ll be in touch,” she promised and he waved awkwardly as she pushed her way through tall glass doors, leaving him and the compound behind.

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[waynedunlaptheorgandonor]

for those of you who wanted to read the like, 4k words/chapter and a half of the “maybe it’s just us” sequel (i titled it “the road from where we been to where we’re going” in case you were curious) i started two years ago and then abandoned, here you go. i did not edit it, so what you see is what you get (not that that’s any different from anything else i’ve ever written in my life ig): 

Chapter 1

You are You

Carol

“I can't change her, she's doing the thing,” Daryl said anxiously over the sound of high-pitched infant cries.

“What thing?” asked Carol. Her body was spent; she couldn't remember the last time she was this tired. She was sore, stitched, and her insides were trying to remember how to take care of one instead of two. From over in the corner, Daryl had their daughter on her back on a desk that was functioning as a makeshift changing table, and from the sounds of it, neither of them were doing that well.

“That flailin’ thing with her arms. She thinks she's fallin’. Shh, shh, baby, it's okay, I ain't gonna drop you, please don't cry.” His voice was so tense and scared, and Carol felt guilty for smiling, thankful his back was to her.

“She's fine, Daryl, why do you think she thinks she's falling?”

“'Cause it's true,” Daryl insisted. “Glenn—there you go, lil’ one, we got that on you, now lemme just figure out all these damn snaps—Glenn told me about it. It's some reflex babies have. When they flail their arms like this it means they think they're fallin’. Sarah even said so, so I know it ain't bullshit—goddamn, why is this thing so hard to snap? Baby, if you stopped kickin’ your legs so much, we'd be done already.”

“You aren't allowed to spend time alone with Glenn anymore,” Carol said, as Daryl finished torturing their child (or was she torturing him?). She took Rose from him and tucked her into the crook of her arm.

Carol hadn't really processed it yet. This baby that had been inside her for the past nine months had been out in the world with them for hours now, and she wasn't convinced it was real.

From the moment she peed on that stick and it glared positive, to as recently as 24 hours ago, Carol hadn't allowed herself to believe that this could possibly end well. She was too old, she figured, too stressed, too downright unlucky. When Daryl told her he wanted to keep the baby, she'd almost been angry; she'd hoped he'd make the hard decision so she wouldn't have to, and when he didn't, she found she couldn't either. How could she look him in the face and say, 'I want to get rid of it,’ when he had so much faith in their ability to do this?

And now they had a baby. In Carol's arms, Rose whimpered, sticking her thumb in her mouth and suckling. 

She looked nothing like Sophia. If Carol had a baby picture of Sophia—which, of course, she didn't—and held it up to Rose, she bet no one in a million years would have ever guessed they were sisters. Everything of Carol's that Sophia had, Rose had the opposite. Sophia had had Carol's eyes; Rose had Daryl's. Sophia had had Ed's nose; Rose had hers. There was nothing familiar about looking at Rose, as Carol had both feared and hoped. She had wondered if meeting her new child would be like seeing a ghost, and she almost wished for it, if only because she wanted to see Sophia again.

But Rose wasn't Sophia, and she made sure to demonstrate that clearly. Sophia had been meek and quiet, even as an infant, but Rose was not remotely shy about letting them know when she was displeased.

Like right now, for example, as her tiny whimpers around her thumb turned into full-blown wails. Daryl tensed beside them on the bed.

“What's wrong?” he asked. He had asked that about every new noise Rose had made since birth. He was so much a new parent that Carol would have found it endearing if she weren't so tired.

Rose had tricked them. Just as exhausted as Carol, she had spent her first few hours on the planet in a deep sleep, lulling them into a sense of calm, even granting Carol a bit of a nap, but the second she woke up, she was ready to make demands.

“She's hungry,” Carol said. She'd attempted to get Rose to nurse earlier, but the baby had trouble latching, and was too tired to try that hard, and she was paying for it now, clearly having woken up with an empty belly. Carol maneuvered herself so she could offer her breast to Rose. She moved Rose's hand out of the way, and tried to get her to seek out Carol on her own, but instead she just cried and brought her thumb back to her mouth.

“You can't eat and suck your thumb at the same time,” Carol said, trying not to get frustrated. 

When Sophia was born, she had rested on Carol's chest, skin-to-skin, and had latched perfectly on her own within the hour, and it had been a precious bonding moment—a precious bonding moment that Rose was adamantly refusing to have, despite her obvious hunger.

“C'mon kid, this ain't a five star restaurant, you don't get to be choosey,” Daryl said, rubbing Rose's back. Rose screamed bloody murder in response.

“It's right there, if you'd stop crying long enough to see it,” Carol said, trying and failing to not think about how Sophia had snuggled in close to her and had let Carol stroke her hand while she nursed. She had needed her mother right away, so why was Rose fighting her?

After several more minutes of this, Carol was getting overwhelmed. She thrust Rose at Daryl, who took her instinctively, and said, “Take her, please just take her, I need a minute.” She pressed the palms of her hands to her eyes and willed herself not to cry.

“Hey, you okay?” Daryl asked, adjusting Rose in his arms so that he could lean over and put a hand on Carol's shoulder. 

“Fine, I'm just tired and wish she'd eat,” Carol said, not uncovering her eyes.

“It's just new to her, she'll get the hang of it,” Daryl insisted. Carol dropped her hands and, looking at him helplessly, said,

“It was never hard with Sophia,” and maybe it was months worth of worry coming to a head, maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was hormones and frustration, or maybe it was the fact that she had been trying to pretend like this wasn't bringing all her grief back to surface, but Carol burst into tears; genuine tears, big, wet, and rolling down her face, and poor Daryl, bless him, was caught between his daughter and his girlfriend, as they both sobbed inconsolably.

“Shit,” Carol heard Daryl mutter. He pulled her to him, and she let him. He wrapped an arm around her tight, and allowed her to bury her face in his shoulder and bawl. 

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” Carol said over and over, voice muffled. She wasn't sure if she was apologizing to Daryl for breaking down, or to Rose for being so shithouse at mothering already.

Daryl was muttering words of encouragement to her, while also trying to shush the fussing baby. Through her tears, Carol heard the door to the Warden's office open and close.

“Everything okay in here?” came Sarah's voice. What a stupid question, thought Carol. Yeah, we're peachy; the baby and I are just sobbing for fun! Ridiculous.

“We're fine,” said Daryl, as Carol tried to get control of herself, taking in deep breaths, but not lifting her head. “Lil’ one is havin’ trouble eating, and Carol's a bit... overwhelmed.”

“Do you need help getting her to latch?” Sarah asked.

“I know how to breastfeed, she just won't do it,” Carol snapped into Daryl's shoulder, harsher than she intended.

“Alright,” Sarah said calmly. “Do you want me to take Rose for a minute to give you a chance to breathe?”

“No,” Daryl said, sounding as harsh as Carol had. She wasn't surprised—he had caught the baby when she was born, and had hardly put her down since. Carol could tell he was reluctant to give her up even when he was passing Rose to her. His protectiveness had gone into overdrive the moment he and Rose met.

“Well,” Sarah said, sounding uncertain. “You know where to find me if you need me. Your friends keep asking for updates, by the way. I'll try and keep them away for a while longer.”

Daryl grunted something in response, and Carol clung to him, hiccuping, but not as hysterical. She waited until Sarah's footsteps went towards the door and she left the room before lifting her head up to look at Daryl.

“Hey,” he said quietly, looking at her with concern. “You wanna tell me what that was about?”

Not especially. What she wanted was to feed her daughter and then sleep for fourteen hours.

“Gotta deal with the baby,” she said.

“She ain't goin’ nowhere,” Daryl said, shifting so he could bounce Rose gently. She continued to cry, and Carol's body physically reacted to the sound, desperately aching to feed her. Carol shook her head.

“I'm just tired and got frustrated,” Carol said dismissively.

“Nah, it's more than that,” Daryl countered. “That was the first time you've said her name.”

Carol's lower lip trembled dangerously. She took a deep breath to steady herself. Of course Daryl would see right through her like glass. 

“I feel so guilty,” she said, wincing at the crack in her watery voice. “I told myself I'd treat her like her own person, and already I'm making comparisons. No wonder she doesn't want me. But I don't know how to stop thinking about Sophia.” She let out a singular sob, and Daryl reached out and wiped a tear from her face 

“Thinkin’ ‘bout Sophia don’t mean you don't love Rose,” he told her gently. “You miss your little girl, and you're exhausted, and it's bringin’ it all back up. Anyone would lose their shit over it, so don't go feelin’ guilty.”

Carol swallowed hard. “I don't get to lose my shit, I have to be her mother.”

“You lose your shit when you need to. I'm here to pick up the slack.”

“Yeah, well, you gonna breastfeed her, too?” It came out more irritable than joking, but Daryl smiled anyway.

“Nah,” he said. “Imma help you do it, though.” He handed Rose over. Carol was reluctant, not wanting to fail again, but Daryl was calm, and it made her calmer. She lowered the collar of her gown and presented her breast to her screaming daughter once more.

“That damn thumb. Just do that here and you'd be golden,” Carol mumbled.

“You're all tense,” Daryl said. “She don't know nothin’ about what you've lost, and she don't feel any resentment, but she can tell her momma's freaking out and it's freaking her out.”

“Since when are you a lactation consultant?”

“I dunno what that means.”

“When did you become an expert on getting babies to nurse?”

“I ain't an expert in anything havin’ to do with babies, but when you tense up, so does she. Look—her shoulders are all drawn up to her neck. She wasn't doin’ that when she was cryin’ earlier. You're her momma and she can feel it when you're unhappy, so we gotta get you calmer.”

An odd mix of affection and envy washed over Carol. Daryl observed and knew the people he loved so intrinsically that he was already picking up mannerisms on a person who hadn't been alive even a full day yet. Meanwhile, Carol couldn't even get her to do the one thing Rose needed her exclusively for.

“How?” Carol asked.

“Hum somethin’,” Daryl said with certainty. Carol furrowed her brow.

“Why?”

“You said all the time that whenever there was music she'd go batshit in there. Maybe she likes music.”

“Why don't you hum something then?”

“I don't do music. 'Sides, you're the one she needs right now.”

This was stupid, Carol decided, and Rose seemed to agree, yelling at her, absolutely red in the face. Carol sighed, and hummed the first thing that came to mind. After a few lines, Daryl huffed a breath of puzzled laughter.

“Is that Horse with No Name?” he asked. “Some lullaby.”

“It was on the CD you were playing on that old stereo when you were out skinning those rabbits the other day,” Carol said defensively. “It's been stuck in my head for ages.”

“Don't let me stop you.”

“Now I'm embarrassed.”

“Nah, don't be, look,” he nodded down at Rose. “She's calmin’ down. I mean, she's still pissed as all get out, but she's settling down. 'Sides, I like that song.”

“The others are gonna think we're torturing her.”

“Tell 'em it was me.”

“Tell them you were the one making her cry, or that you were the one crying?”

Daryl snorted. “Whatever makes you feel better.”

Carol smiled a little, feeling lighter. She leaned back against Daryl and continued to hum. Rose's screams fell to cries which fell to whimpers. She opened her big, blue eyes and sought out the sound of the music.

“Oh!” Carol startled a minute later, when Rose finally found her breast and latched on. She turned to Daryl in awe. “How'd you know that would work?”

Daryl shrugged.

“I know her,” he said simply. “You do, too, you just got other shit to deal with that makes it harder. Don't you worry, though, I still don't know half the shit I should. You'll be helpin’ me next.”

“That's how it's supposed to be, I think,” Carol said quietly, the room suddenly unfamiliar without the ringing of Rose’s cries. “A partnership. I never had that before.” She ran a hand over the top of Rose's soft head, which was covered in thin, red hair. Now that she accepted it, the baby was now eating like she was famished, and Carol couldn't help but laugh.

“You think she's gonna be this stubborn forever?” Daryl asked.

“You're the one who knows her, you tell me.”

“Nah,” Daryl said, grinning. “She won't be this stubborn. Being part me and part you? She's only gonna get worse.”

*

Daryl was finally asleep. Carol was beginning to think he was going to try and just stay up forever, for fear of missing a single moment of Rose's life, and frankly, if anyone could pull that off, it'd be him, but alas, it seemed his body finally got the better of him. He was curled on his side, breathing lightly though his mouth, one hand touching Carol's thigh, as though, even in sleep, he had to make sure she and Rose were within reach. She'd have to address that eventually, before his protectiveness got smothering, but for now she appreciated it. It felt nice to be so deeply loved.

Unlike her father, Rose was not asleep, but she wasn't fussing, either. She was alert in Carol's arms, taking it all in. Carol watched her, trying to see the things Daryl saw. Mostly, she just thought about how difficult it was gonna be to wean her from thumb sucking, since Rose seemed to have some magnetic attachment to the damn thing.

It hurt more than she wanted to admit, having Rose and not having Sophia, and as much as Daryl tried to tell her otherwise, she felt crushing guilt, because Rose didn't deserve to live in the shadow of a ghost. Carol loved this new little girl so much. She was bright-eyed and beautiful, and Carol could see the subtle hints of Daryl in her facial expressions already, and that was both heartwarming and hilarious, to see a newborn look so grumpy.

But Sophia refused to leave Carol alone—she lingered, haunting her with memories of what she'd been and what she could have become. 

Carol knew Sophia hadn't been built for this world, and she was confident Rose could survive it, because this was her world; it was the only thing she would know. That didn't mean it didn't hurt, though. If anything, it only made the cuts go deeper still.

“I'm gonna tell you my biggest secret right now so we start this relationship out with all the cards on the table, okay?” Carol whispered to Rose. Rose's eyes darted towards her, and watched as though she were truly paying attention. Carol said, “I'm a little broken, and I'm gonna make mistakes. 

“You had a sister, and a part of me is always gonna be buried with her, but the rest of my heart is all yours. I don't want you to ever think I love you less, or wish you were her, because I don't, and I won't. I want you for exactly the person you are. But sweetheart, I'm gonna hurt sometimes, and I won't always be able to be the mother I want to be, but in those moments, you can't ever think it's because of you. You're the one who's always going to bring me back. You and your father, you're everything.

“I've made bad choices—far too many—but you are not one of them, Rose. You were a hard decision I will never regret. You are wanted, you are loved, and most importantly, you are you, and don't ever think I would change that for the world.”

Carol held a finger to Rose's free hand, and a tiny fist wrapped around it. They locked eyes, blue on blue, and Carol finally saw her new daughter for the very first time.

***

Chapter 2

Want For Nothing

Daryl

Cooing. There was so much cooing. Everybody was fucking cooing, and they were passing Rose back and forth like a football, and Daryl was going to lose his mind.

“Relax,” Carol said in his ear. He scowled. By the time dawn came, the two of them could no longer delay the inevitable—their family was demanding to meet the newest addition. Which, sure, fine, whatever, but did that mean they all had to hold her? Daryl's arms felt unbearably empty as he watched Glenn with suspicion while he rocked Rose to-and-fro.

“She's got your grouchy face look down pat,” Glenn said. “Good to know your newborn daughter is just as impressed by me as you are.”

That made Daryl feel a little better.

“I think she looks like Carol,” Maggie said, taking Rose from Glenn and cradling her. “In the nose and mouth, at least. Those are definitely Daryl's eyes.”

“I can't believe she's a ginger,” Beth giggled, peering over her sister's shoulder.

“How are you feeling, Carol?” asked Michonne.

“Exhausted,” she said with a tired smile. “But happy.”

“Sarah said the birth went perfectly; didn't need me at all,” Hershel said.

“All things considered, it couldn't have gone better,” Carol agreed. “But don't ask me about it until I've had a bit of time to repress the memory of the pain.”

“I didn't make it to five centimeters before I was screaming for drugs, I’m impressed,” said Michonne.

“How's it feel to be a dad, Daryl?” Rick asked.

It was the best thing he'd ever been, and he'd really like to have his daughter back so he could get back to parenting, thank you very much.

“‘S good,” he mumbled.

“Don’t let him fool you. He held a piss in for two hours because he didn't want to leave her. Did you know he was the one who caught her? I'm sure he's about to have an aneurysm from you all holding her, but is too polite to say,” Carol said, smiling sweetly at him.

“Ain't too polite. You told me I wasn't allowed to yell at nobody for touching her.”

“I was trying to keep that fact between us.”

“Mm.”

“Should we give her back now?” asked Maggie, grinning.

“Yes,” said Daryl.

“No, you haven't all had a chance yet. Michonne? Carl?”

“We ain't letting Carl hold her, he's just a kid.”

“Daryl,” Carol said flatly. “He holds Judith all the time.”

“I feel sorry for anything, walker or otherwise, that tries to threaten this kid,” Glenn said, running a hand over Rose's soft head. “Daryl is so possessive he'd rip them so many new assholes until there was nothing left.”

He was not wrong.

Daryl blew a thin breath of air through tight lips as Rose was handed over to Carl. It was a testament to how much he loved Carol that he hadn't already leapt up from the bed and stolen his child back.

“If looks could kill, you'd be obliterated right now,” Glenn told Carl. Carl glanced up at Daryl and blanched. Daryl, not realizing quite how murderous he must look, tried to rearrange his face into something in the neighborhood of encouraging. More than likely he just looked pained, but that was the best they were gonna get.

“Do you think Rose and Judith will get along?” asked Carl. He held his index finger out and Rose wrapped her entire tiny hand around it. Daryl's lip twitched up, just the tiniest bit, in spite of himself.

“They gotta, or it's gonna be real exhausting for them to live together,” he said. 

“I bet they'll be best friends,” Michonne said. 

“You and Glenn should have a baby,” Beth said to Maggie with a shit-eating grin. “Then they'd all be close together in age.”

“Maybe,” Maggie said, glancing at her father, who appeared a little conflicted, but didn't object.

“Judith and Rose would probably team up and pick on our kid,” Glenn said. That actually made Daryl snort. Glenn glared at him. Daryl just shrugged.

“Okay, let me see her before Mr. Grouchy over there banishes us,” said Michonne, taking her turn. She smiled a sad sort of smile at Rose. It was the same smile Daryl had seen both her and Carol make at Asskicker. It was a smile that read of bittersweetness; of love and loss at the same time. 

Daryl had been a parent for roughly a day, give or take, and already he couldn't fathom the idea of losing that baby. He'd known Carol had hurt when Sophia died, and he could hear the pain in Michonne's voice whenever she mentioned her lost child, but he never really understood how deep that suffering must go. Just the mere thought of losing Rose gutted him—how did these two women get up every day with holes that big?

Rose began to wriggle around in Michonne's arms, and started to fuss a little, which Daryl was quickly learning was her way of warning them she was about to get mad. Despite who her parents were, that kid had no qualms about letting everyone know how she was feeling, loudly and with gusto.

“Sounds like she's telling us it's time to let her be with mom and dad,” Michonne said over Rose's cautionary whimpers. She handed her over to Daryl, who felt instant relief as soon as Rose was in his arms again.

“She's hungry,” Carol said apologetically. “She had trouble eating there at the beginning, but now that she's got the hang of it she acts like she's famished.”

“We'll give you some privacy, then,” said Rick, ushering everyone towards the door.

“We'll probably go back to our cell later tonight. We've just been too tired to bother,” Carol explained.

“We understand,” Maggie told her.

“Congrats, you guys,” said Glenn.

They all said their goodbyes, with Carol saying them back, but Daryl was distracted. Rose was staring up at him with a pouty lower lip, and in that instant the literal only thing he wanted was to make her happy again.

“You gotta feed her so she stops looking at me like that,” Daryl said to Carol before the door to the office had even been fully closed.

“Like what?” Carol asked, reaching out to take the baby, and pulling out her breast in a way that already seemed habitual.

“Sad.”

“She's not sad, she's just hungry,” Carol said with a light laugh, propping Rose up on a nursing pillow Daryl had gotten back on that run to the birth center.

“She cries about it, though.”

“Daryl. Babies cry about everything. It's how they communicate.”

He knew that, of course, but he didn't like it. If it were up to him, Rose would never want for anything. He wanted to anticipate her every need so she never felt uncomfortable or scared or sad. He wanted her to be happy.

What a horrifying thought.

Daryl anticipated his role as a parent to be about providing—providing food, shelter, safety—but he never once entertained the idea that it would be up to him to provide his daughter with happiness.

“I don't know how to make her happy when everything except you and her is bullshit,” he said. Carol frowned at him.

“Daryl, I told you she's fine, she just needs—”

“I don't mean right now,” Daryl interrupted. “I mean for the rest of her life, how do I give her what she deserves? Even if the world weren't the way it is, I ain't never been happy. Not before her; before you.”

Poor Carol, thought Daryl, having to deal with him running his mouth over abstract fears so soon after walking barefoot through the fires of Hell to bring an entire human being to life. To her credit, she spared him of exasperation. As always, she showered him with kindness he didn't feel entitled to. She said,

“No one is happy all the time. If they were, then happiness would have no meaning. There are going to be times when you're going to have to do the worst thing you can imagine.”

“What's that?” Daryl asked, anxiety mounting.

“Sometimes, you're going to have to let her be unhappy.” 

[angelsswirl]

Petrichor

Ten

⚠️ Sexual Content

"I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight. Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight."

You knocked on the door insistently. Your heat is in full swing now, and you can practically smell your alpha through the door.

The door swung open with a flourish, "Where's the fire?!"

You squared your shoulders. You stood up as tall as you could while fighting that empty feeling in your core.

"Where's Lia?"

"With Irene and Seulgi. Why-" You cut Jisoo off with a bruising kiss that ends up pushing you back into Jisoo's apartment.

"You're-you in heat?" Jisoo already knew the answer. She could practically smell you from down the hall.

"Great deduction." You seemed a bit miffed about breaking apart, but Jisoo needed to have some things put into perspective.

" Did you want me to bite you? Do you want to be my mate?"

You huffed. Wasn't it obvious?

"Yes, Jisoo."

"...." Jisoo sniffled.

"Are you crying?"

"No. There's like a lot of dust around here and-"

You latched back on to Jisoo's lips with a deep groan. Jisoo relaxed into it.

"Unless you want to be interrupted you're going to have to stop and let me tell Irene and Seulgi they need to keep Lia a bit longer."

You whined.

Jisoo's not looking at you, she's instead looking for her phone (it's in her hand) frantically. You decided this was the perfect time to start fighting your clothes off of your body. If only because you're starting to overheat.

"Oh, I was holding it!"

The One With The Kid: Take Lia to Disneyworld or something for the next like three days

Scary Fairy Godmother: uh...why?

The One With The Kid: Y/N

Scary Fairy Godmother: Say no more👀👌🏼

Scary Fairy Godmother: P.S. I told you so

Irene hadn't told her shit, but that was neither here nor there at this point.

Jisoo placed her phone into her back pocket. She turned back around to you.

"You're naked. Well, that certainly makes things easier."

You don't really say much of anything in answer. You're splayed across Jisoo's couch, your hand hidden between your thighs.

"Well, we're definitely not doing this on the couch."

"You're going to make me carry you, aren't you?" Jisoo is already performing the task before she even finishes her own sentence.

The apartment isn't that big, so it doesn't take long for jisoo to navigate the hallway connecting the livingroom to the bedrooms.

She set you down on the bed before frantically wrestling off her own clothing, then joining you on the mattress.

Jisoo ran her hand up your side. You pressed yourself into Jisoo's s cool palm as much as your body would allow.

"Remember that time I got you to beg. Yeah, I'm totally going to do that again."

You're scowl is extremely lackluster by normal standards. And it all but disappeared as Jisoo pressed her lips to the side of her throat.

"Chu." You mewled.

Jisoo slid up to the lobe of your ear, a direct contrast to her left hand which was slithering down your stomach to replace your hand between your legs.

"Yes?"

You jerked in response to Jisoo's fingers coming into delicate contact with your center.

"Please, need your knot." Your words leave your mouth in small pants. Jisoo hummed lightly, and you swore you could feel it.

"Hm. That was easier than I thought it would be." Jisoo mumbled, her lips grazed over your ear as she spoke. She easily batted away your hand and circled her fingers.

"Fuck, you're stunning."

Jisoo occupied her opposite hand with trailing her fingers over a pert nipple, drawing a small gasp.

You keened, you brung your hand up to claw at jisoo's shoulder, urging her to provide you with more.

Jisoo's lips smashed down onto yours. You readily gave up control to Jisoo. It would be a bit redundant to keep up the ruse now.

Eventually, Jisoo does start doing what you wanted her to.

Her fingers left the sensitivity of your clit to do the same to her entrance. Only this time, she doesn't tease for long. Her index finger slipped into you.

You moaned loudly, back arching enough to push into her slightly.

She continued to pump her finger in and out of you slowly. Partially distracted by the pleasure playing across your face.

"Jisoo. More. Please."

Another finger of the alpha's slipped into you, the resulting whimper is probably the loudest one yet and just as desperate as all its predecessors.

She pulled out then pushed back in slowly, her palm catching on your swollen clit.

Jisoo sped up without having to be urged to. She could see exactly what you wanted in your face.

Your mewls and whimpers grew in pitch and frequency. Your hips bucked up into Jisoo's hand on just about every thrust.

"F-fuck..."

You released into Jisoo's palm. Eased over the edge by Jisoo's light nips at your collarbone. You're hips stuttered upward with aftershocks.

You pulled jisoo into you by the shoulder for a heated kiss.

You gasped as you felt the tip of Jisoo's length nudge lightly against your entrance.

Jisoo pushed into you haltingly. Making sure you're sharp breathes were of pleasure and not of pain.

You watched Jisoo bite down on her lip as she bottomed out.

She can tell you're close again and she's not that far behind. She's sure under different circumstances that she would be mildy embarrassed at that, but neither of you can bring yourselves to care that much.

Jisoo stared at your neck constantly. Even in regular conversation she often eyed your neck subtly. If she wasn't an alpha then you'd assume she was a vampire. So, you're not surprised that she immediately latched onto the spot that she often eyed as soon as she got the chance.

"F-fuck, Alpha, faster." You mewled. You figured Jisoo wasn't exactly taking direction from you, but she does increase her pace into you.

Her knot had formed quickly, and it only took a couple more thrusts of her hips for it to slip into you.

You stretched your neck as you released, presenting the expanse of skin to Jisoo. The alpha growled lowly, latching onto your neck. The skin laminating your neck stayed intact and Jisoo took pride in that. Any pain that you would have felt is quickly overtaken by the visceral relief you feel of your bond coming together.

You're thrown into another shutter at the feeling of Jisoo spilling inside of you.

Jisoo pulled her hips back experimentally. Mentally clapping herself on the back when you groaned at the tug.

She carefully flipped so you were on top of her and she didn't crush you when her arms finally gave out.

"I feel like we should high five or something after that." Jisoo suggested.

You blinked at her tiredly, "Say something goofy again and I'll leave. You're weird."

"Yeah, but you love me." It came out a bit questioning despite Jisoo's probable attempts to keep it a statement.

"Yeah, I do love you." You let your head rest in the crook of Jisoo's neck.

Jisoo took this opportunity to test out a theory. She stuck her nose in the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply. Her theory is just about instantly confirmed.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

"I'm sorry, did you just sniff me?"

"Needed to confirm something."

"And what might that be?"

"You're pregnant."

"I don't think it works that quickly, jisoo." You very distantly acknowledged that this did explain a few things.

"Not talking about from today, though if you weren't already, you definitely would be now. I'm talking about a couple months back. I was a bit too occupied to think about protection. I had my suspicions back at the hospital, but I couldn't like just stick my nose in your neck. And you would have kicked me if I just handed you a pregnancy test." Jisoo shrugged as much as she could with a person laying on top of her.

"You didn't think that would have been pertinent information!?"

"I wasn't sure!"

"We will resume this conversation when I'm not in heat."

Almost as soon as those words left her mouth, you were out of it again.

~•~

Jisoo thinks you tried to kill her during your heat. You just kept going, like you had absolutely no need for sleep or food, which Jisoo knew not to be true.

You barely had any recollection of any conversations you had (well except for one) while you were in heat, so you think Jisoo is full of it.

Speaking of the one you do remember...

"So..." You inquired.

"So?" Jisoo is currently in the middle of a staring contest with her three year old. The three year old is winning.

"I'm pregnant..." You continued.

The three year old won.

"I mean we should probably see a doctor to confirm, but I'm pretty sure. It's hard to explain how I know. It's like there's you and then something else. Something extra? Like I can smell you and you plus something different. You but sweeter? I don't know." Jisoo grimaced. That was a horrible explanation, but it was the best she could do.

You chuckled lightly, "I believe you, Jisoo. That's not really what I meant. I mean what does it mean for us?"

Jisoo removed Lia from the counter and placed her on the floor. The toddler ran away hurriedly only to smack into your legs.

"Well, I imprinted on you-"

That explained why you could never tell who it was based off of emotions alone. Chaeyoung isn't very intense in general and everytime Jisoo had an intense emotion you were already having that same intense emotion as well. Hard to tell the difference between very sad and also very sad.

"-and I mated you, and I got you pregnant, I think I successfully managed to trick you into sticking with me for the rest of our lives." Jisoo smiled triumphantly.

"You seem way too proud of that." You bent down to pick up Lia. You settled her on your hip.

"Oh, that's because I am. I'd even do a little victory dance if I thought I wouldn't trip and bust my head open." Jisoo settled for patting herself on her back enthusiastically.

You didn't reward any of that with a response, but you did gaze at Jisoo lovingly. You don't think you could hide that even if you tried anymore.

"I-"

"If you're about to apologize again, save it. I've told you, it's okay. Besides, I won." Jisoo scooted from behind the kitchen island and approached you. You don't try to convince Jisoo that you weren't going to apologize, because Jisoo could read you now. Jisoo just knew.

"I don't know how I feel about you applying I was something to be won."

Jisoo smiled softly, "I got you, didn't I? Which is exactly what I wanted. So yeah, I won."

You sighed wistfully as Jisoo placed a soft kiss to your cheek, ignoring Lia's glare, "So you were first place after all, huh?"

You smirked, "Always."

[getitinbusan]

97 Line :

Jungkook finally gets a night off to hang out with his friends. Fluffy, Smutty One Shot.

•97•97•97•97•97•97•97•97•97•

Jungkook was trying not to let his nerves get the better of him.

Coming back from tour he finally had some downtime and was looking forward to going to the club. It wasn’t just spending time with friends he didn’t see very often, it was getting to see you again.

97 Line Group Chat:

Bam Bam: We’ll be pre-gaming at my place and then heading to the club. I’m bringing Yugyeom, Jackson and his girlfriend and her friend Y/N so Jungkook you’d better be prepared.

Jungkook: You’re sure she’s coming? I haven’t seen her in months. Do you think she remembers me?

Mingyu: I know she doesn’t like me, I tried hitting on her 2 weeks ago and she shot me down. Good luck my friend.

Bam Bam: Jackson says she asks about you all the time. Pretty sure she has a crush on you JK.

Jungkook: Ahhh, I’m so nervous. You all better be good wing men tonight.

Yugyeom: I’ll make sure she has a few extra drinks before we go😉

Mingyu: So 11pm?

Bam Bam: Yep

Jungkook: Let’s Get it

Private Text:

Jungkook: Please make sure Yugyeom doesn’t get her drunk, I like this girl…a lot.

Bam Bam: I’ll watch him.

It was about 10:30 and the meal had just arrived. Jimin always ate fast but Taehyung liked to take his time.

Jungkook sat impatiently knowing it would take at least 20 minutes to get to the club.

What if someone else caught your eye? What if you got too drunk?

Jimin couldn’t stop laughing, “JK, how could she not like you? Just relax.”

Taehyung chewed slowly, “I’m not leaving food on my plate so you’ll just have to wait.”

Taking that as a challenge Jungkook reached over and grabbed his garlic bread shoving it in his mouth.

“I hope your happy, now we’re late and I have gross breath.”

Breathing deeply he got out of the cab. He’d thought about this night for weeks, did he look okay? Was his cologne too much? Did it even matter? You probably weren't even into him.

The door opened and he could feel the pulsing bass through his body, the lights and fog were immediately disorienting.

Was everyone already here or did he have to wait longer to see you?

Walking to the bar the three of them ordered  drinks and started to look around for the rest of the group.

We are bulletproof began playing and the dance floor went crazy. Jungkook felt a surge of pride that everyone was feeling it, he hoped you were here to see.

His eyes skimmed over the crowd, there you were.

At the front dancing, you spotted him too. Pointing directly at him and coming closer you sang in time, “The name is Jungkook, my scale is nationwide.”

He couldn’t help but laugh as you approached singing his own lines to him. God he wanted to kiss you. You kept singing and dancing in front of him until the song was over.

“Hello Jungkook.” spilled from your lips as you smiled. “I was hoping I’d see you tonight, it’s been too long.”

Should he? He put his arm around you in a makeshift hug, “I’m really glad you’re here.”

Yugyeom appeared, slipping in between you he handed you both a shot.

"To friendship", he toasted.

Your glasses clicked in cheers and the shots were downed quickly.

Bam Bam's voice rose over the crowd, "Let’s VIP room!"

“Are you coming Y/N?”

You looked around the room, “I don’t know where Jackson and Y/F/N are, I’ll come after I find them.”

Shit did he just blow it?

“Ok, I guess I’ll see you in a bit”

Walking in seperate directions Jungkook felt his heart drop, he was sure you didn’t see him as more than a friend.

Monitoring the time closely it was a least 45 mins later when you appeared in the VIP with Yugyeom by your side.

Stopping at the bar you were both laughing while taking another shot.

"What an asshole," Jungkook muttered under his breath.

You perused the room until you saw him sitting there frowning. When your eyes locked he managed a smile but what little confidence he’d walked in with was gone.

The waitress followed behind you with several shot glasses and bottles meeting the group at the table.

“Shots for everyone!” Yugyeom called out.

Everyone grabbed one and cheersed, except Jungkook. Feeling tipsy you decided to leverage your liquid courage and take the lead.

“Come dance with me Kookie.”

Off to the side, Yugyeom made drinking motions and threw Jungkook a thumbs up.

Following you to the floor he was hesitant. He wanted nothing more than to be pressed against you but didn't want to take advantage of your state.

“Don’t be afraid to touch me Guk, this is just dancing, we don’t need formalities.”

It was now or never, if he didn’t make a move he’d end up back on tour masturbating to thoughts of how he’d feel inside you.

Wrapping his arms around your waist he pulled you in until your bodies were pressed together. Face to face he stared into your eyes.

“You know I like you right?” he whispered.

“I do,” you grinned, “Do you know how badly I want you Jungkook?”

He started blushing, “I guess I do now."

You began moving with the music, hands exploring each other, trying to make up for lost time.

Turning your back to him you pressed your ass into his crotch swaying to the music. Moving up and down grinding into him you could feel his bulge growing.

Closing his eyes he imagined you doing this in bed. He couldn’t control his erection so he subtly tucked himself into his waistband.

Turning to face him, your hands wandered, moving under his shirt your fingertips traced his abs. Continuing your path you dragged them lower feeling the tip of his cock sticking out his pants. It was so smooth and hard you just wanted it in you.

His mouth came crashing down on yours like he couldn’t wait a second longer. His fingers were in your hair, your head was back and your tongues met in a soft sensual dance.

It felt so good to finally break the anticipation but the taste of liquor was distracting.

How much have you had to drink, was this taking advantage of the situation?

“Jungkook, I’d like to leave with you if that’s ok?”

He nodded in agreement.

“I’ll be back in a minute i’m going to let Y/F/N know we're leaving.”

The minute you walked away Yugyeom approached Jungkook.

“You can thank me later, she’s had at least 10 shots and you can probably do whatever you want with her tonight.”

Shit, there was no way taking you home was the right thing to do. Disappointed and upset Jungkook went outside to clear his head.

He’d waited so long for this night and now you’d only kissed him because you were drunk.

Maybe he should just leave? Sitting alone on the steps outside of the club Jungkook was internally wrestling his desires against his morals.

You looked around the club and couldn’t find him anywhere. Fuck, maybe you’d been too forward with him. You knew Jungkook was a gentleman and now you were cursing yourself for coming on to him so strongly.

You’d already told everyone you were leaving so you might as well just head home. It had been weeks of anticipation for tonight, you were finally going to make your move and now it was ruined.

How did you even fool yourself into thinking that Jeon Jungkook could be interested in you 

Opening the door into the cool night air you found him sitting by himself.

“Hey Guk, I’m sorry if I scared you off.”

You sat down beside him, "I’ve just been fantasizing how this night would play out for a  long time and I got carried away."

He looked at you and reached for your hand.

"Do you really like me? I’m worried that the alcohol is making think you want me more than you really do.”

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Jungkook I think I can handle my liquor a little, I’m no lightweight”

“Yugyeom said he was giving you shots all night?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yugyeom is a dick, he told me he liked me and kept trying to hit on me a while ago. I gave away most of the drinks he bought me because I figured he was trying to get me into bed.”

His thumb rubbed the back of your hand, “So you’re not really drunk?”

You leaned in and kissed his cheek, “Jungkook I’ve had my sights set on you for months, I didn’t want anything to ruin tonight. This has all been planned since I knew you’d be coming here...right down to my lingerie.”

That was all he needed, his lips found yours again and you were immediately lost in each others lust.

The Uber pulled up and honked, startling you when you failed to notice its arrival.

“Who’s place is closer?”

“Too many people at my place,” he moaned. “I don’t want to have to be quiet, can we go to yours?”

Pulling up to your complex Jungkook led you out of the car and up to the door. Digging through your purse you couldn’t find the keys. growing impatient he latched on to your neck and dragged long deep suctioned kisses over your collarbone.

“You’re distracting me Guk, fuck we need to get inside!”

Finally locating them you made it into your apartment and clothes immediately began coming off.

“Bedroom?”

“That way”

Refusing to break contact you fumbled your way towards your room. Once in the door you steadied your feet as he halted the make out session. He cupped your chin and tilted your head to look at him.

“I need you to know how much I like you. I’ve thought about you for months, I've imagined being with you... it kept me going when I was lonely on tour.”

He slowly took off the dress you were wearing and revealed the lingerie you’d bought just for his eyes.

“Fuck, so much better than my fantasies”

Blushing your eyes took in his bulging cock. His black Calvin Kleins were straining to contain his erection.

“Kookie, do you know how many of your damn V-Lives I’ve watched just so I could see you?” 

He ran his hands up your arms and reaching around, unclasped your bra.

Tangling his hand in your hair he kissed you, hard. He moved his lips inch by inch lower and lower stopping at your breasts, kneading and sucking until you were moaning under his ministrations.

Lower again down your stomach, down your abdomen until he got to your clit.

Stopping there he sucked deliberately light enough to tease you, coaxing the juices from your already wet entrance.

Softly pushing into you with his tongue he moaned, “you taste so good, you’re so beautiful”

Your legs shook, struggling to stay on your feet while your body felt like it was floating. You held tight onto his shoulders as he spread your folds and twisted his finger inside you.

“Maybe you should lay down.”

He guided you backwards to the bed, laying you down so your knees were bent over the edge.

“Do you want to cum like this? Should I keep going?”

You could barely find your voice, “please keep going.”

He moved back in, two curled fingers dragging against your soft spot and his tongue flicking your clit relentlessly. It only took a minute to have you hyperventilating. Repeating his name you came on his lips.

He gave you a moment just to be still and catch your breath as he placed small kisses on the insides of your thighs.

“Are you ok?”

“I’m so much better than ok.”

He got up from his knees and you sat up, face to face with his six pack. Sucking red marks onto his abs you hooked your fingers into his underwear. Slowly you pulled them down exposing him bit by bit lowering your mouth with them until you’d taken him all in.

You could hear him slowly releasing his breath as you slid back up to the tip. Popping him out of your mouth you looked up at his face.

“I can’t believe you’re real Jungkook, you are so incredibly perfect.”

He reached down placing his hand on your cheek and smiled.

Putting him back in your mouth you began sucking him until he was hitting the back of your throat. His hand slid from your cheek to the back of your head where he grabbed your hair and pulled slightly.

Moaning at the tension, he clutched it harder, angeling your mouth to make it easier to thrust into.

His hips picked up speed and he was about to cum when he stopped completely.

He held your head still while his cock sat in the back of your throat cutting off your air.

“Don’t move, please don’t move, I don’t want to cum yet”

When he was under control he pulled himself away from you.

“I want you so badly you can’t possibly even know. I just want to fuck you so hard and fill you up until you’re screaming my name... but I’m not going to do that.”

Confused and waiting for an explanation, you moved up the bed to lean on the pillows. Crawling up to lay beside you, his rock hard cock pressed into your leg.

He kissed you, “I only have one chance to be with you for the first time and I want to make love to you."

He kissed you for what felt like an eternity, until you both reached the euphoric feeling of seeing stars in the black void of a blissed out mind.

He moved on top of you until he was positioned at your entrance. Looking you in the eyes he pushed slowly while watching your face for discomfort.

Finding nothing but pleasure in your reactions, he began moving himself, rolling his hips into you.

Neither of you could control your sounds and you found yourselves sweaty and moaning in an act of pure ecstasy.

Bringing your legs up around him his cock hit you over and over rubbing your g spot while his pubic bone rubbed over your clit with each stroke.

Picking up his speed he was reaching his high.

"Can I cum in you Y/N”

Pulling his hair you came for a second time.

“Yes, Yes, Kookie…please."

You could feel the spurts of his release spill inside you before he collapsed on top of you.

Holding onto each other, you rested. Post coital quiet took over the room as you lay trying to regain your strength.

His phone suddenly broke the silence, going off with incessant notifications. He snuggled closer into you not moving to look.

"Just check it already Jungkook it's making me crazy. What if something's wrong?”

97 Line Group Chat:

Bam Bam: JK? Where did you go?? Lol, hope you’re having fun brother.

Mingyu: I can’t believe she’d pick you over me, I’m way better looking. Must be your money.

Yugyeom: You're welcome, I had to get her good and drunk before she’d consider going home with you.

Jungkook: You guys can just shut the fuck up. Have some respect for Y/N.

Bam Bam: It’s…

Mingyu: About…

Yugyeom: Time…

Jungkook: How long did it take all of you to plan that clever response?

Jungkook: You’re all assholes.

Jungkook: Stop texting me.

Jungkook: I'm busy.

Jungkook: WITH MY GIRLRIEND.

[hookedonapirate]

The Princess and Her Sultan

Thank you @itsfabianadocarmo for the beautiful graphic!

Summary: Crown princess Emma of Misthaven is second in line to the throne, her brother Leopold ll being the first, but her parents see her with a future as a great ruler. King Rumpelstiltskin of neighboring land, strikes a deal with King David, promising to uphold the peace between the kingdoms if Emma marries Prince Baelfire. With the promise of his daughter becoming future queen of the Dark Kingdom, David accepts reluctantly.

Before her wedding day, the princess is kidnapped and taken overseas. She is sold as a slave to a palace where Crown Prince Killian of Neverland ascends his father’s throne and is sworn in as Sultan. Meanwhile, Killian’s mother pressures him to sire a prince and presents him with gifts for his birthday, one of them including a blonde princess from Misthaven. Dazzled by Emma’s charm, intelligence and beauty, he summons her to his bedchamber every night and eventually finds himself casting aside his harem and centuries of tradition. 

A/N: We're back. Finally! I had to work out a bunch of things for this story and ended up changing some things thanks to @onceuponaprincessworld​ (and her historical knowledge) when she pointed out something I hadn’t considered before. Be prepared for the loss of some minor characters (not by death) over the next couple of chapters or so, and a possible gain of some new ones. 

Thank you @gingerchangeling​ for your wonderful suggestions and ideas for this story, and also @ilovemesomekillianjones​ for gifting me with your wonderful editing skills. I also want to give a shout out to @onceuponaprincessworld​ for being my sounding board, constant cheerleader and good friend, thank you, darling! This story wouldn’t be the same without these lovely ladies!

Thank you @ultraluckycatnd​ for looking this chapter over!

Thank you, everyone, for sticking with this story. I hope you enjoy this chapter. And be aware, this story has taken a fluffy turn! ;)  

EDIT: Just to clarify, the last two scenes are at least 6 weeks later. In case I didn't make it clear in the chapter, Emma is ready, I promise you.

Rated: Explicit

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Chapter 15

Emma is lulled to sleep with only the blithe thoughts of giving birth to the Sultan’s son. Their son. Holding him in her arms, gazing upon him in wonderment, softly caressing his cheek with her thumb. Her heart is full, and she couldn’t possibly be happier. Well, she could if her parents and brother were here to meet Prince Liam. But she is confident she will reunite with them someday. She will make it happen. 

  Waking that afternoon, she forgets briefly of giving birth that morning. But when her hand migrates to her belly, which is much flatter than it was only yesterday, a sudden feeling of loss rushes through her upon realizing her baby is no longer in her womb. Nor is her baby in her arms. Panic bubbles up inside her when she realizes Liam's not in her arms, and her eyes flip open as she searches the room with heavy-lidded eyes. The warm, radiant sun almost blinds her as it pours into her apartment, a vast contrast to the stormy weather that had cast over Neverland early that morning. 

  Relief instantly swarms her heart once she spots the cradle next to her bed, and her little prince sleeping soundly, his tiny hands curled into fists on either side of his head. Emma manages a drowsy smile as she watches him sleep. It still amazes her how handsome he is, not that it should. He has the genes of a Neverland Sultan. Emma had seen paintings of the former Sultans. Killian’s father, grandfather, great grandfather, great-great-grandfather and so forth. He comes from a long line of handsome, masculine men, tall with dark hair and those drowning, sea-blue eyes. Those were the signature traits passed down through the generations of Neverland Sultans. And now to her son.

  Emma watches Liam sleeping from where she lies on the bed, not wishing to disturb him. He's had much excitement this morning with visitors skittering in and out of her chamber to swoon over him and congratulate Emma on the safe delivery of her child, bearing gifts and food and beautiful flowers in jewel-studded pots. 

  After a few blissful moments of staring at her son in silence, hot tears stinging her eyes—joyful tears—Liam stirs in his cradle and cries. Maternal instincts overcome her, and she wants to push herself up and hurry to her baby, but her body is sore and she’s still feeling cramps, which her midwife has informed her is normal after delivery.

  “Don’t even think about moving, my love.”

  Killian’s voice startles her, and she whirls her head around to see her Sultan getting up from the divan, his hair disheveled, eyes glazed over with sleep. He'd stayed in her chamber while she and Liam had slept. 

  He hurries over and carefully picks up his son, cradling him against his chest with a hand splayed on his newborn's little back and dropping a kiss on his head. Liam’s wails grow in volume and intensity, breaking Emma’s heart in two as she watches his features crinkle in distress.

  A low chuckle escapes Killian’s throat as he strides over to Emma’s bedside, rocking Liam gently in his arms. “I believe Prince Liam is hungry.” He strokes his son’s hair, whispering, “No worries, little lad, your mum is right here,” before transferring Liam to Emma’s arms. He sits on the bed next to her and reclines back, careful not to disturb his son as Liam eagerly awaits his meal. 

  When she places him at her breast, he easily latches on. During his first feeding fresh from the womb, he did this instinctively, something she and Killian had joked about as she fumbled to hold him. 

  Emma laughs as she watches her son in wonderment. “You were right, he was hungry.” 

  Killian wraps an arm around her shoulders, kissing her temple. “And you, my love, were right about our baby being a boy.”

  Emma nods. “It matters not though. He is perfectly healthy, and that's all I care about.”

  “Me too, love,” he beams, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Me too.”

  When Emma lifts her gaze, her heart flutters as she sees the enchanting look in Killian’s eyes from watching his wife feed their son. They exchange doe-eyed looks and warm smiles as they listen to their baby suckling happily. 

  There’s a knock on the door, and Emma permits the visitor into the chamber. It’s Elsa, appearing apologetic when she sees Killian with her.

  “My apologies, my lady, I didn't mean to interrupt. I could hear the prince crying and wanted to ensure you were awake.”

  “Thank you, Elsa,” Emma says, lifting her head to look at her. “I woke just before he did.”

  She beams. “Must be a Mother's intuition that woke you.”

  “Yes, I suppose so,” Emma chuckles lightly. 

  “May I get you anything?” 

  Emma shakes her head. “No, I am fine.”

  She looks at Killian, asking him the same.

  Killian dons a big smile as he gazes at his wife and son. “No, I have everything I need right here with me.”

  Elsa smiles and blushes. “Of course, Your Majesty.” With that, she bows and backs out of the chamber, closing the doors behind her.

  After Elsa takes her leave, Emma slides her attention to Liam. “It will never cease to amaze me how beautiful he is.” Her eyes are trained on her son, but she can sense her husband's big, toothy grin; she can hear it when he speaks. 

  “Ah, so you can understand how I feel whenever I look at you, my love.”

  Emma's heart flutters at his words, blush painting her cheeks. “You flatter me, Killian,” she laughs.

  The twinkle in his eyes is unapologetic. “It’s true, Emma.” He leans in, gently taking her chin in his hand and capturing her delicate lips. Warmth clouds her heart and she surrenders to him, letting him kiss her tenderly and softly as they share a few brief moments of savoring each other’s lips, each other's taste. Emma’s sure her breath is horrid, but he didn't seem to mind in the least.

  After Liam’s feeding, she lays him against her shoulder with a cloth laid between them and gently pats his back to coax a burp from him. 

  The Sultan smiles tenderly as he watches them. He has that look in his bright blue eyes, that look which tells her he could watch his Kadin and son forever without ever growing bored. “I have brought you some gifts, my love,” he says after she’s finished burping their son, wiping some spit-up from his mouth. 

  Emma offers a tired smile as he pulls out a leather box, proffering it to her. Taking it in her free hand, he scoops their son in his arms and drops a kiss to his head, holding him as she opens her gift. Liam is much happier now that he's been fed and burped, and he wraps his tiny hand around his Papa’s finger, a perfectly content look on his face. 

  She raises the lid and gasps. Nestled in the velvet is a gold ring with a large emerald stone. “It’s beautiful,” she breathes, sliding the ring on her finger. 

  “It matches your lovely eyes,” he says with a grin. “I made it myself… and also something else.” He hands her a thin gold chain with a round medallion half worked in a delicate filigree of open, criss-cross gold. The other half is intricately carved gold in the shape of a quarter moon. 

  Fingering it gently, she hears the tiny bells attached to the openwork tinkle. “You honor me, My Sultan. The medallion and ring are even more precious to me because it was your own hands that crafted them.”

  “There are more gifts to come, my love, but they can wait until you’re more rested.”

  Arching a brow, Emma scans his face incredulously. “There’s more?”

  He nods. “Of course. You are the mother of my heir, Emma. You’re my wife, my Queen. If I could, I’d make it official. I’d marry you today, in front of all the folk of Neverland. I only want to do you honor, from now until I take my last breath.” 

  Emma’s eyes glisten with tears. She would marry him in a heartbeat, but she knows it’s not possible. No woman has ever married a Sultan. It's strictly forbidden. 

  With the hand not holding their precious son, Killian strokes her cheek as a single tear slides down her face, and he brushes it away with his thumb. “I love you, Emma. I adore you and cherish you.”

  “I love you, too, Killian.” Her voice cracks as she leans in and kisses his lips. Her heart blooms as she feels her son nestled between them. 

  She wishes they lived somewhere else, somewhere they could marry and raise their children as normal couples do. But here, they’d have to abide by the traditions of the empire. Emma wonders what it would take to break such traditions and what struggles they’d have to endure. She imagines she’d have to first convert to Killian’s religion because if she did that, she couldn’t be a woman of his harem, she would have to be officially freed from servitude. No woman who practices the sacred law of Neverland can be a slave, and according to this law, a woman shan't lay with a man outside of wedlock unless she is a bondswoman whose soul has not found the true path. If she were to stay with the Sultan after converting, the only solution would be to get married. But how would the people of the empire react? They certainly wouldn’t take too kindly of their Sultan getting married and banishing his harem, would they? Emma puts those thoughts aside for the time being and relishes in the quiet moments with her two boys.

  ~*~

  After wrapping a long, silk fabric around Emma’s eyes, he takes Liam from her, holding him securely, the infant’s head laying on his father’s warm chest. Killian’s heart bursts whenever he holds the adorable boy he created with his beautiful swan. 

  He takes her hand, threading his fingers through hers as he leads her through the palace. As a blushing mother, she’s as elegant as ever before. Though she’s young, she took on her maternal duties with great pride; she’s a keen learner of everything motherhood entails. His mother became her confidant for matters regarding child-rearing, and he loves that they get along now. 

  Kira had welcomed Emma to motherhood with open arms and often invites his Bas-Kadin to her apartment for sherberts and cakes. This development has caused tension between Kira and her daughter, for Regina hates that her mother puts Emma before her own flesh and blood, but Killian knows she won’t try to pull any antics. Regina’s time here in the palace is hanging by a short string. He’s delayed marrying her off, but only for the time being while he’s focused on being a father and preparing to go to war. If Emma and Liam weren’t going with him, he would’ve banished her from the palace already because he doesn't trust leaving his beloved Bas-Kadin and son with his sister.

  “Where are we going?” she asks him with an apprehensive smile.

  “I told you, love, I have more gifts to present you with.”

  The Sultan’s personal quarters—the selamlik—are separated from the Harem by a single door. It leads from his bedroom onto a cloister and then a maze of courts and dormitories that had once belonged to the pages and eunuchs of his retinue. Now it leads directly to Emma’s apartments where she and their son will be closer to his quarters. He wants to be close by at all times whenever he’s not with them.

  After motioning to the guards, they fling the doors open and, still holding onto Emma’s hand, Killian leads her inside the reception room of her new suite and removes the blindfold from her eyes.

  “Welcome, my love, to your new abode.” 

  Her eyes widen in delight as she takes in her new surroundings. Directly facing them is a small fountain, and each wall of the room holds a door. 

  “The eunuchs guarding you are quartered there,” he says pointing to the left. “Your female attendants will be here.”

  A set of double doors opens to a charming salon adorned with copper lamps, rainbow silks and velvets of the cushions and draperies, and colorful rugs spread over the floor. In the center of the room is a chessboard made of ebony and mother-of-pearl inlaid squares, its pieces carved from black onyx and white coral. Emma beams as she admires the beautiful work of art that lay on a table between two chairs. She claps her hands and spins around to look at him, excitement dancing in her eyes. “Can we play this evening?”

  Killian chuckles. “Yes, my love, it’s been far too long since you’ve defeated me at our favorite game.”

  Emma laughs whimsically and they continue through the salon, a fire blazing merrily in a round fireplace, warming the room and casting a reflection off a glass door which leads to a colonial porch and garden that hangs over the sea. 

  Recognition flickers in her eyes as they walk along one of the many paths weaving through the garden—the garden which resembles her mother’s. 

  The path leads them to a pool with a small waterfall, and she’s visibly stunned. “How did you…” A tear spills down her cheek. “How did you know...” She’s suddenly at a loss for words, her mouth hanging open, her emerald green irises glinting with nostalgia. The garden is meant to resemble Misthaven. He’d planted the flowers himself and designed every detail of the garden. 

  He’d been a busy man for the final two months of Emma's pregnancy. He had to keep his hands busy and his mind occupied ever since he discovered his Grand Vizier—his best friend—had betrayed him. It's still difficult to swallow, but he tries not to ponder it too much, for he doesn’t wish to darken his Swan’s mood by burdening her with his pain. He wants Emma to enjoy this time as a new mother, though he knows she holds some resentment for her uncle and worries deeply for her family in Misthaven. She hadn’t heard from her father since he left, so she took the liberty to pen him a letter, announcing the birth of the prince they’ve named after Killian’s brother. She’d expressed her concern for them and Leo and wished them the best before handing off the letter to the messenger.

  “Remember when we met, my darling?” He surely will never forget the first time he laid his eyes upon her face and her naked form as she bathed. She was exquisite. She still is. “Remember how you told me the garden by the pool reminded you of your mother’s?”

  Emma manages a nod, still bewildered as she admires her new garden. “How could I not remember?”

  “Well, while I led your father to my ship, I asked him to describe it to me, and he did with impressive detail.” Killian also asked David for his daughter’s hand in marriage, and he said yes, as long as he, her mother and Leo were present at the wedding. Killian eagerly agreed. Now he waits until Emma's ready and willing to accept her fate as Queen of Neverland and the duties which accompany that unique role. She'd mentioned her earlier plans to rule the empire, but that was before she knew him, when she had a different agenda. Now her love for him is pure and true, and in his heart, he already sees her as his wife, his partner, his everything, not a slave; so whether he makes it official makes no difference to him. He will love her just as deeply. And he doesn’t wish to influence Emma or coerce her into converting to a different religion. He wants her to make that choice on her own. He hopes he’d planted the idea of marriage, though, when he mentioned an official wedding, but she hadn’t spoken of it since, so neither had he. 

  “If it’s too painful for you, I can change it,” he offers.

  “No, please don’t,” she replies breathlessly, turning around to face him. “It’s perfect.” Her eyes glisten with tears, a gleeful smile spreading across her face as she throws her arms around him, Liam snuggled between them. “Thank you,” she whispers in his ear, holding him and Liam tight.

  “You’re welcome, my love.” He strokes her cheek with his free hand when she presses her forehead to his. “I only wish to make you happy,” he murmurs huskily, gazing into the emerald depths of her eyes. If you’re not, then what is my purpose in life? I’d rather die than see you or Liam unhappy.”

  “How did I get so lucky to have a man like you?”

  A solemn expression clouds his face. “I wouldn’t say the road you took to get here was very lucky.”

  “I’d take that road a thousand times over as long as it means I get you and Liam. You’re both my family, Killian. I would never change that.”

  Killian’s heart flutters as he offers a weak smile and kisses her lips. “I love you, Emma.”

  “I love you, too.”

  “Come, let me show you to your bedroom.” He takes her hand again and leads her back through the salon to her bed-chamber. There's an enormous canopy bed on an elevated gilded dais and Liam’s cradle sits next to the bed. 

  Killian leads her to the attached room, where Liam’s nursery is. A crib sits in the middle of the room, the polished wooden bars adorned with blue silk, and there’s a nursery chair next to the crib for Emma to feed her infant or croon to him. 

  She spins around, her eyes twinkling at the lengths Killian went to ensure she and their son are safe and comfortable in their new quarters.

  “You have no idea how many gifts you’ve just given me,” she beams, smothering his cheek with kisses. He knows she's not simply speaking of the tactile gifts. He'd given her a home, another family, and endless love that will last forever, even beyond his death.

  Killian’s heart swells as he gazes deeply into her gleaming green eyes. He wants to offer her more. So much more. “I have one more gift for you, Swan.” He smirks and tilts his head. “Well, actually two.” He calls for Nemo, who appears a few seconds later, holding a tray.

  Emma's on the verge of bursting into happy sobs when her eyes fall upon a beautifully carved leather saddle. “Killian? You didn’t?”

  He grins and leads her outside to a terrace where a eunuch is holding the bridle of a white mare with a beautiful, sleek coat.

  Emma’s eyes marvel over the horse. “She’s lovely! Is she mine?”

  Killian nods. He’d wanted to present the horse to her sooner, but he didn’t wish to torture her with the prospect of riding again while she was pregnant and unable to ride. “She is, my love. Her name is Luna. I hope you will join me for a stride through the woods when you’re up to it.”

  Pure, utter joy creases every beautiful feature of her face as she approaches the horse and extends her hand. Luna moves her head in to sniff her hand, while Emma fondly pets the horse’s nose with her other hand. “Hi, Luna.” 

  Killian chuckles at how adorable she is; he doesn't know the last time he’d seen a woman look so close to fainting with joy. “See how easy it is for your mum to make friends?” he whispers to his son, gently kissing his forehead. “You are one lucky prince to have a mother as incredible as she is.” He reverts his gaze to Emma and watches in admiration as she and Luna interact like they’re reuniting after being apart for so long. 

  Luna touches Emma’s face with her nose, and Emma giggles and speaks to her in a soothing tone, running her palm over her soft coat. “Good girl.” After a minute, she turns to face her husband again and wraps her arms around him and Liam, pulling them into an enormous hug and whispering in her Sultan’s ear. “Thank you, Killian. You do not understand how much this means to me.”

  Oh, but he does. He understands completely; he knows his lovely swan deep down to her bones.

  ~*~

  Emma enjoys her new quarters; she enjoys her space and spending time in her beautiful garden. Her garden, which reminds the Bas-Kadin of her mother. It makes Emma miss her family more deeply, and she’s eager to hear from them. It’s made her lying-in period even more difficult to cope with.

  She’s also grown anxious for other things. Being cooped up in her apartment isn’t so bad when she has the company of her little prince, but she aches for Killian. He spends time with them whenever he can but she needs him. She needs his firm hands all over her, needs him plunging into her, making her come undone until they’re both breathless, drenched in sweat and thoroughly sated. It’s been far too long since they’ve made love. And now she is ready, more than she ever has been before. 

  “Nemo, I would like to see the Sultan, please,” Emma demands after calling for him into her suite. Elsa is sitting on a divan holding Liam in her arms, taking care of him for while his parents have some alone time.

  Nemo offers her a warm smile, his hands linked behind his back. “I’m sorry, my lady, but he is bathing.”

  He says it like it’s supposed to appease her, or perhaps make her retract her request, but it has quite the opposite effect. Images of Killian’s perfectly sculpted body all wet and naked, his muscles glistening with massage oils makes her throb underneath her robe. 

  Oh god, she needs to be with him, lest she go mad. “I need to speak with him about matters regarding our son,” she says firmly, crossing her arms over her chest, her tone not to be trifled with.

  He flashes a knowing smirk; he knows very well why she wants to see Killian. He knows she’s wearing nothing under her robe. “Of course. Allow me to escort you,” he says compliantly, unwilling to deny her request. Then he whispers, “And don't worry, your secret is safe with me.”

  Emma feigns confusion, her brows wrinkling. "Why must the discussion of some very important matters regarding the prince be a secret?" She walks over to kiss her sweet boy, telling him she'll be back soon, even though he can't understand what she's saying. He gives her a sad look, and she hates being apart from him, but Elsa threatened to drag her out kicking and screaming if she let her son sway her from leaving. And Elsa is much stronger than she looks, so Emma doesn't wish to find out whether or not she would follow through with her threat.

  “Enjoy your time with the Sultan,” Elsa blurts out with a smirk.

  Nemo smiles and shakes his head. “Uh-huh, just as I suspected,” he teases as Emma heads for the door.

  Her cheeks flush, a slight smile curving her lips as she calls out to Elsa, “Oh, I intend to,” before waltzing out the door with Nemo in tow. 

  When they reach the doors of Killian's bath area, she thanks Nemo for escorting her and for keeping her secret.

  He smiles and blushes, bowing reverently before leaving her outside the double doors. 

  Her heart is pounding mercilessly as she places her hand on the door handles. She’s been to his bed-chamber many times, but she’s never been to his bath. In any other circumstances, no one would think to disturb the Sultan while he’s bathing, but she is not just anyone to him. She’s his wife, the mother of his heir, his true love. A tiny part of her worried he might’ve reconsidered Neverland customs after his Bas-Kadin gave birth to their son, but she quickly vanquished those thoughts. She remembered the vows he’s made to her in the privacy of his chamber and his bed, how he told her she is the only woman for him and she always would be. The knowledge of this makes her heart flutter and gives her the courage to open the doors and step through the threshold. Inside, the steam sears her lungs, perspiration dapples her skin, and the sight before her steals her breath. 

  The Sultan naked and wet and bronzed and oh so glorious.

  Multiple maidens are bathing and massaging him, but there is not a shred of worry or jealousy in her heart. Not only because she trusts him and his devotion to her, but because two things change when she steps inside his bath area, her pattens clip-clopping against the marble. One, his eyes transform from a dull shade, showing no interest in the surrounding women, to that familiar, vivid blue, glinting with unadulterated love and admiration upon seeing her. Two, when she loosens the robe and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her fully naked figure, his penis goes from being completely flaccid to fully erect in a matter of seconds. Her blood runs hot, her core throbbing; she has to clench her thighs and steady her breathing to refrain from pouncing on him in front of the other maidens to witness. If she ever had doubts about his attraction to her, she now knows how completely foolish she was for having such thoughts. 

  The maidens gasp at the sight of Killian’s hard, throbbing manhood, and two of them try to touch him there, but he immediately catches their wrists in his hands to stop them. 

  Emma has never seen them before, so they must be new. Must be Kira’s doing, which Emma doesn’t blame her for. Being brought to Neverland at thirteen, Kira has been accustomed to the traditions here for a significant part of her life. It’s her duty as the mother of a Sultan to make sure her son is happy and content.

  As he locks his gaze with Emma, he has that look in his eyes, the one that says his cock belongs to one woman and one woman only. He shoos everyone else away. “Leave us.” His voice cracks as his eyes drink in Emma like a man starved, like he’s tormented by the large feast set before him. He licks his lips in anticipation, sending a rush of heat to her core, her skin flushed and tingling under his gaze.

  The maidens scurry out of the room, leaving the Sultan with his Bas-Kadin, the heat pulsating between them, even from across the room. 

  Emma saunters to him, her eyes full of desire and determination, still locked with his. He’s sitting at a bench and attempts to get up when she approaches, but she places her hand on his shoulder, telling him to sit and relax. When he complies, his muscles loosening under her touch, she goes behind him and gathers some oil in her palms. 

  “Where is our prince, my love?” he asks tenderly as she places her slick hands on his muscular shoulders, slowly massaging him. 

  “He’s safe with Elsa,” she assures before pressing lustful kisses up his neck. 

  He groans, his head lolling back against her shoulder as he sinks into her. His breath quickens when her swollen nipples pebble into his shoulder blades, coaxing a deep, guttural groan from his throat. Soon he's nothing but a pile of mush, purring as she touches him with her delicate fingers, rubbing out the tension in his shoulders and back. Feeling the thick, solid muscle beneath her palms, her fingers itch to grab onto another thick, solid muscle of his. 

  “Emma…” His voice is utterly wrecked as he reaches behind himself and strokes her thigh. 

  She moans in response; God, he’s not even touching her where she needs him and she’s already writhing and grinding her gleaming folds into his back, attempting to ease some of the pulsating tension between them, but to no avail. 

  Reaching in front of him, she glides her hands down his body, oiling his chest, running her hands over his nipples as they stiffen at her touch. She moves to his abs, enjoying how they ripple under her palms and the way his stomach tightens as she rubs him there. He’s groaning incessantly, his eyes closed as he relishes her touch. She can feel him restrain from pouncing on her. She feels that same tension coiling in her stomach, and she wants to sit on his lap and ride him into oblivion, but she doesn’t want this to end too soon. She wants to draw out these few precious moments with him as long as possible. But her body is waging a war against her logic, and the Sultan is growling as he jerks his hips, desperately yearning to be touched as her name pours from his lips, “Emma…” 

  She must obey. She wraps her hand around his cock and moans when it twitches in her hand. Her sanity and patience snap at the feeling of his velvety skin at her fingertips as his length slides through her fist like butter, arousal dripping down her thigh. She knows he’s feeling the same exquisite torture she’s experiencing when a rough growl tears through him from deep in his belly, when he turns around on the bench so he can see her, so he can touch her.

  They lock eyes, lustful green meets a breathtaking blue as she strokes him, her clit throbbing at the thought of feeling him inside her again after being deprived for so long. 

  He takes a breast in his hand, squeezing softly and kissing her supple curves, his other hand tracing down her stomach. His fingers slide into her slit, eliciting a growl. “Fuck, you're wet.”

  She moans, and her hand speeds up, wanting desperately to finish him off like this. Before she can, though, one of his hands is being curled in her hair, then she’s being pulled onto his lap and tugged into a hungry kiss. Releasing him so she can cup his cheeks in her hands, she can feel his thick length pulsating against her slick folds as she grinds into him. They both moan at the contact, and the kiss robs her of any willpower she’s somehow managed to sustain until this point. They simply devour each other, his tongue fiercely stroking hers, teeth nipping her bottom lip as she drags her folds along his cock, wanting so much more. She wants him inside her, filling her up. 

  He tugs her closer, until her breasts are flush against his slick chest, his hands roaming her back, and she’s unable to keep herself from arching into the kiss. 

  She whimpers into his mouth, growing wetter as his solid length easily glides through her folds; she needs him to drive into her, needs him to fuck her thoroughly. She needs him before she goes stark raving mad. “Killian...” Her hands clutch at his shoulders as she bucks her hips in offering. “F-fuck me... please.” She doesn’t care how desperate she sounds, only cares about having his cock ramming into her. 

  He flashes her a wicked grin and there's something primal in the look he gives her, making her burn even hotter. “Oh, I intend to.”

  The anticipation is maddening; she feels a thirst for her Sultan that hasn't been quenched in far too long. But he's about to change that. He grabs her hips and lifts her slightly, allowing her to guide him to her aching heat. He draws her downward, groaning as she slides onto him, his eyes never leaving hers. He rolls her hips in his powerful hands, groaning as he claims her walls.

  “Yes, oh yes,” she moans, her entire body thrumming with relief. 

  Finally. 

  Even though they had waited her full resting period before making love, Emma was afraid this would hurt, but oh God , he feels incredible inside her. 

  “Just as I suspected… you still feel exquisite around my cock.” His voice is husky and hot against her lips, the blue of his irises dark with desire, almost completely swallowed by his pupils. 

  She rides him slowly, her arms wrapped around his neck as he finds her lips, kissing her deeply. As many times as they’ve done this before, it’s as intense as ever. Maybe because it’s been so long since they’ve done this— far too long —or maybe because they now have a child together, both venturing into parenthood, making the bond between them stronger, more special, more exciting. Whatever the reason, being with him feels utterly incredible. 

  “Say my name, Emma,” he growls when she picks up the pace, riding him good and hard, worshipping her Sultan. “Let the entire palace know I'm still yours.”

  She cries out, her body writhing above him. She loves knowing he's still hers even after giving birth to his son. She loves that she will be the only one to satisfy the Sultan. It’s difficult to hold on, difficult to not let him bring her there, and when she feels his calloused fingers tighten around her hips to quicken their thrusts, she can’t hold back any longer. Stars burst in her eyes as her orgasm hits her powerfully, and with a sharp cry, she throws her head back as the Sultan fucks his wife through her climax. “Killian!”

  Without warning, he lifts her from his lap and spins them around, throwing her on the bench and pounding into her like a man possessed, their groans bouncing off the walls. He throws one of her legs over his shoulder, rutting into her erratically, completely ravaging her as he chases his own orgasm, his eyes completely black. It's been far too long since they've been together like this, and it's like all the desire he’d subdued had shot through him like a lightning bolt. And she loves it. She loves when he takes what he wants from her; she loves when he's panting, when he fucks her at a maddening pace, when he explodes so hard, his legs are shaking as her name tears from his throat in a broken whisper.

  He sinks into her on the bench, holding up his weight so he doesn’t crush her as he kisses her sweetly. His eyes soften, worry flashing across his face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  Emma manages a lazy smile and shakes her head. “Not at all,” she assures, placing her hands on his cheeks. “You felt so good,” she whispers.

  He groans. “You're incredible.” He kisses her lips before sinking his face into her neck, his chest rising and falling against her as he catches his breath. 

  ~*~

  When they're able to move again, he rises and helps her to her feet. Their activities should have cooled off some of his ardor, but it didn’t. He feels selfish for the way he fucked her. It was so quick and raw and animalistic, he’s nowhere close to being satiated. And neither is she. 

  Still holding her hand, he leads her to his bed where he properly worships his goddess, this time slowly and passionately, kissing and caressing every inch of soft, decadent skin, her swollen, blue-veined breasts, her beautiful stomach, his lips tracing her stretch marks from pregnancy, his tongue lapping up the sweet ambrosia from her lovely cunt. Motherhood has only increased her beauty, and he plans on showing her exactly how attracted and completely enamored he still is with her. He wants everyone in the palace to know. And judging by how loudly she moans—probably, loud enough for the entire palace to hear—and the way she explodes, her body shuddering every time she orgasms, he accomplishes what he’d set out to do when he brought her to his bed. 

  When she’s in his arms again, both of them breathless and sheathed in sweat, he kisses her temple and pulls her close, feeling her heart beating erratically against his. 

  Eventually, he rises, throwing on a robe and procuring some sherbets and small cakes. Elsa brings Liam to them when he’s fussing for his parents, and he and Emma spend the afternoon lounging in his bed, cuddling with their prince. Killian’s heart blooms as his baby boy sleeps contently on him, breathing softly against his chest as Emma lays her head on Killian’s shoulder, her hand resting on the prince’s little back. Killian strokes her disheveled hair and smiles contentedly as his angels nap. He loves moments like this when it’s just the three of them snuggled in their blissful little bubble. He never wants these moments to end, he wants to capture them and hold them in his heart forever. 

  He wants to secure their future together at all costs. He needs to make sure the lives of his son and wife are not constantly being threatened. His mother had sent him new maidens this morning, and he needs to stop it from happening again. He was far from tempted by them, but he doesn’t wish for these women to live in the harem hoping the Sultan will one day call one of them to his bed, or grow vengeful when he never does and try to hurt Emma or Liam. He will never call a woman to his bed other than his Swan. Which is why he will make some changes around the palace.

  Some big changes. 

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Relib (Mutt) (R-eh-l-eh-b)

Creature- Kitsune

Element- Wind + Fire.

Wind elements wish to make the world a better place, just as sweet Relib wants. He’s an easily pleased, rather helpful monster who just wants to be helpful. At least, that’s him on the inside.

On the outside, he’s a fire. They are aggressive beings with a high expressiveness and adore being in charge. However, he is, both inside and out, with a passionate affection, wise mind, grounding to feelings, and a hold to fairness and generosity.

Traits-

Kitsune are a mischievous, prankster type yokai/spirit from japanese mythology.

They're a chaotic good species. They may seem malicious at times, but they're also guardians.

Kitsune are a wise species, depsite their playful natures.

The fox spirits also amake sure to stay to their debts, repaying them, and fulfilling promises.

They are very powerful creatures, influencing many everyday people.

Relib is a playful, yet serious; prankster, yet shy. He's wise, but also inexperienced.

Kistune can live over nine hundred years, but they are mortal.

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At 7'6, 228.6, not counting his ears, Relib is one of the taller skeletons. 8'2, 248.9, with his long fox ears.

Relib, in his casual form, has red and black fox ears, with a matching tail. However, his large, puffy tail is split at the base. He's just over two hundred years old. (Around twenty.)

His elbows to his finger tips and knees to feet are fluffy with black fur that only reveals the squishy front of his bone palms.

On his face are dark orange and light orange markings, a pair of swirly lines on the sides of his sockets, from the area between sockets and nasal down to the corners of his mouth, a trio of fots in a vertical line going up from his nasal. At least, when he has all nine of his tails. Currently, all he has are the under eye marks and a small dot up above his nasal.

He usually wears a pair of baggy genie-like pants that end half fown his lower leg and dip kind of low at his pelvis. These are black, with an irnage hem.

A sort of long scarf decorating the waist of the pants, being buttoned onto the pants by a white button. This scarf wraps around to the back of his pants, and is orange to black with the end being white like his tails. Speaking of which, his tails are even bigger in his skeletal form, and fluffier.

His top is a cropped long sleeve that fans out from the elbow to the wrist, and the peive only connects to anither white button on his sternum head.

His shoes are black flats with grey toe edges. On his ankle is a golden shake, and other other is a black ankle bead bracelet with a charm in the end with tassels.

Powers-

Shifting- From fox to skeleton, and maybe human. Although, he can only stay human an average of a human lifespan at a time. This is the most basic and first taught skill to kitsune.

Fire manipulation- As it sounds. They can summon and manipulate fire. Relib prefers not to, however. He's not confident in his abilities.

Possession- A kitsune can possess and manipulate a human, but Relib prefers his own body.

Dreams manifestation- They can skillfully appear in dreams. However, the poor fox doesn't want to bother anyone when they sleep, as his anxiety tells him they don't like him.

Flight?- Its more of being able to jump really high, and then being able to slow his fall so much its more of hovering.

Invisibility- Kistune are yokai. If they're experienced enough and have enough energy, or want to, they can make themselves visible. Relib, however, cannot do this. He's more skeletal than kitsune, so he relies on stealth.

Illusion- They can make their vistims see something that isn't there, or true. He's only starting to study in this.

Claws and teeth- Less of a power and more evolutional factor if survival.

Enhanced- Bite force, speed, endurance, durability, hearing, sight, smell, stamina, strength, adaptation, temperature regulation, and instincts. Basically? Don't mess with a kitsune, especially around mating season if you value virginity, or your life.

Mind control- They can control their victims mind to see something they want, or forget. But, not remember.

Weaknesses-

Instincts- Stated before, their instincts are powerful. Especially around a mate, mating season, blood, or a threat.

Carelessness- This, alongside loving alcohol, is a reason many kitsune get caught in their human forms.

Dogs- Dogs can sense kitsune. Kitsune hate dogs, and fear them. Remember those fox hunting games with men and dogs?

Tails- Cut them all off, and they will die.

Hearts- Piercing them, or destroying, even stealing, is lethal. Please don't break this baby's heart.

Negative emotions- Kistune are susceptible to being overwhelmed by negatuve emotions, which outs them in a primal state of killing and destroying until the sorce is destroyed or they're far enough away.

Knowledge- They're constantly seeking this, especially in forms of magic, so this is an easy way to trap them. Not overpower, but trap.

Decapitation- This will result in nesr imminent death.

Bombs- Manage one into their gut, then.. Ka-boom.

Religion- String religious values can push them away if they're more malevolent.

Personality-

On the outside, Relib is an ill tempered, possessive, exaggerating skeleton. But, frequently, he'll stutter insults in a guilty voice, or tremble if you look over at him.

On the inside, however, he's a very sweet, charming yokai. He's the type to try to act suave by leaning against a door frame, only to miss it and fall and end up with his tails over his face and yoir full attention on him.

He's very awkward and shy, trying to be confident through his anxiety while also feeling guilty because he's stuvk between the fell brothers, and the horror brothers. It's basically violence all around.

He's very touch starved, needing attention and validation. He quickly latches onto someone who gives him this affection, but his loyalty will remain with his brother until feelings blossom, which will lead to him avoiding you.

Over all, he's a very sweet monster who just wants to give others love, but violence is really the only world he knows, so it's scary.

Backstory-

He doesn't even remember before the underground. That's all he's known.

After that hellhole, however, he Immediantly went to hiding as his instincts to humans and his brothers warnings.

He didn't really have any encounters with humans.. Until he went into town for a drink and was Immediantly talked about and almost jumped. Now, he sticks to more monster areas because humans truly do suck.

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Wonderwall - Prologue

Pairing - Steve Harrington x reader

Word Count - 1,709

A/N - I’m so excited for this Stranger Things rewrite series! It and Stranger Things are like my favorite movie/show right now and I loved writing the In-Between so I cant wait to write this! I hope you all enjoy this and if you haven’t checked out my It rewrite or the In-Between (a stranger things x it crossover) go do that now and let me know what you think in the comments!

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The first thing Y/N Hopper registered when she finally came to was that she was in a world of pain. It was as if her whole body was on fire, every inch of her burning at an agonizingly slow pace that only made it more painful as the seconds ticked by.

The next thing she noticed was that her muscles felt as if they were ten times heavier than usual making each movement slower than she would have liked. Even her eyelids felt heavy to the point where she could barely open them, only being able to get a sliver of light in before her head suddenly burst into agonizing pain while her eyelids screamed to be shut.

Y/N let out a low groan that vibrated against the rawness of her dry throat, instantly halting her in the middle of her actions. She tried to move her head slightly only resulting in her head rolling over limply until it slumped to one side.

But then it was like her senses all came back at once, hitting her in the face so hard that she couldn't stop herself from letting another groan escape her lips. She could hear the low rumbling of a car engine, feel the roughness of the worn out material that made up the backseat of her father's 1976 station wagon, and smell — that's when it hit her.

A strong smell of metallic with a very vague scent of gasoline lingering within. But the metallic, it was definitely there.

Y/N somehow managed to get her eyes to start slowly blinking open, each blink making her head hurt and her vision spin all around her. The first thing she did was glance down at her hands, a small whimper escaping her lips at the red that painted her fingers, staining the skin below.

Then she was looking up, her eyes fixating on the sight before her. Her parents who were limply leaning forward in their seats unconscious. She couldn't see her mother because of the fact that she was sitting in front of her, but the pool of blood that had begun to drop onto the middle console from that direction told Y/N all she needed to know.

She wanted to cry, but her eyes were already flickering over to her father who had a huge gash in his head from where the broken glass of the window shield had cut him. The air bag laid deflated in front of him and it was only then that she noticed the way her father's neck seemed to be hanging at an odd angle.

"Mom? Dad?" Y/N whispered, wanting nothing more than for them to answer her cries. But there was no response and that was enough to make the young girl's lip quiver as tears began to blind her vision.

The last thing Y/N wanted to do was look to her left, but she found herself doing it anyways and it was like her blood had run cold. She didn't know what she had been expecting when she turned to look in the spot where her brother had been sitting in minutes prior, but seeing the empty blood covered seat with the door of the car swaying gently in the wind was nothing that she could've dreamed of.

"Thomas?" Y/N whispered, her voice coming out so soft that it was almost brushed away by the wind. She was finally starting to snap out of the dizziness and weariness that had been clouding her vision and her voice came out louder this time, more panicked, as she cried out, "Thomas!"

The tears were falling by now and Y/N let out a small sob as she weakly fell back against her seat, her body hurting too much to put any more effort into moving. She tried to remember the events that had led up to that very moment, but it all was coming back in fragments that made her want to think it wasn't real.

The last clear memory she had was of them leaving her Uncle Jim's house. They had been on their way back from a family vacation on the outskirts of Indiana and had decided to stop by and visit her father's brother on their way home to Kentucky. Uncle Jim had never really known how to act around kids, so the whole reunion had been awkward and had felt like it lasted forever on both sides. The last thing she could picture was getting into the car while her Uncle Jim gave them a short wave in goodbye before disappearing back into his house.

From there, everything came back in fragments. The family driving through Hawkins, the town her Uncle Jim lives in. Her bickering with her twin about which of the Star Wars movies was better although she couldn't remember who had won. The family laughing about something before their laughs had fallen short.

Y/N looking out at the road ahead, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the sight of a dark figure standing in the middle of the road. Then after that, all she could hear was the crashing of the car as glass flew all around her. Then she heard the screams of her family, her mother's falling quiet real quick as a shard of glass broke off from the window and hit her in the throat. Y/N's own screams as she had attempted to reach out for her twin, Thomas looking back at her with wide eyes full of fright before the car finally stopped rolling and hit the ground, everything going black.

However, none of that explained what had happened to Thomas and Y/N began to cry as she looked to her brother's seat which had bloody handprints on it as if he had been struggling to stay in the car but something had pulled him out.

By the time the police arrived on the scene, Y/N was in complete shock, her body shaking so violently that if anyone didn't realize she was in shock they would've thought she were having a seizure. Jim Hopper was the one that managed to get to his niece first. His eyes vaguely scanning over the front row of the car before stopping on Y/N who was breathing frantically as she gasped for air.

Hopper was quick to grab onto Y/N’s shoulders, lightly shaking the girl as he tried to get her attention so he could help her. He ignored the amount of sweat that was making his hands stick to her wet shirt that was not only covered in sweat, but a mixture of her own blood from her wounds as well.

"Y/N. Hey, kid. Look at me. Look at me," Hopper pleaded, his eyes frantically flickering over the girl's face as he watched her stare into oblivion. When the girl didn't answer, Hopper carefully grabbed onto the girl’s face and turned her head so that her e/c eyes were forced to latch onto the man in front of her.

Upon recognizing just who was holding onto her, Y/N let out a whimper and whispered, "Uncle Jim?"

"It's me, kid. I'm here. You're okay now," he assured her as he tried his best to soothe the upset girl before he would have to hand her over to the medics.

"Mom. Dad," Y/N said, not able to get anything else out other than those two words. Hopper gave the girl a grim look that made her close her eyes as a few tears rolled down. She then blinked them open before her e/c eyes locked onto her uncle. "Thomas," she whispered. "Where's Thomas? Where's my brother?"

Before Hopper could so much as blink, the girl's eyes suddenly rolled into the back of her head and she passed out. Hopper's eyes widened and he gently shook the girl before yelling out, "We need a medic! Help! Medic!"

He looked down at Y/N and gently shook her as he muttered, "Come on, kid. Stay with me. Wake up." Then, frustrated that no one had come running over yet, the officer yelled out, "We need a goddamn medic!" Two men then came running over to the car with a stretcher and Hopper got out of the way while the two men got to work on getting the girl out of the car.

While this went on, Hopper quickly went over to the other side of the car, his heart racing as he came face to face with the empty seat where his nephew was supposed to be. He spun around for a moment, his eyes scanning around for any sight of Thomas who might've managed to crawl away from the car in an attempt to find help. But when he came up empty handed, Hopper didn't hesitate to pick up his walkie talkie and radio back to the station.

"This is Chief Hopper. We've got a 10-57. I repeat a 10-57. The person is a young boy around the age of seventeen. Short brown hair, green eyes, and was last seen wearing a white shirt and a red bomber jacket. Answers to the name Thomas Hopper," Hopper said, his voice getting softer once he mentioned his nephew's name.

Even with his nephew missing and his brother and his wife dead, Hopper still found himself looking after Y/N who had been strapped to a stretcher which was now being loaded onto the ambulance. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her as he realized the gravity of the situation. Y/N was going to wake up to a completely new world.

Not only would the death of her parents be weighing upon her, but her own injuries would mean she was going to be in a lot of pain. And with her parents now gone, that meant the guardianship of both Y/N and Thomas fell to Hopper meaning that she would have to pick up what was left of her life in Kentucky and move to Hawkins to start anew.

But the news that would break her would come with when she opened her eyes to find out that her brother still hadn't been found. And that pain, the pain of knowing that her twin was hurt and missing somewhere, that would be more painful than anything else.

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Greed (R18+)

⤷ Genres: fluff, very slight angst, vague smut yall naughty children go bless yourself,

⤷ WARNING: includes non-con(force seduction)⚠️

⤷ Jungkook x Reader (Oneshot)

⤷Summary: (Y/n) is totally fine sharing her man with the whole wide world; But the man himself contend otherwise.

I always believed that the love he gave me are limitless-clearly from all the attentions and acts he has given to me even in the eyes of the public does not stop him from the skinship.

Once in a while his hold screams possessiveness,aggressive that it's painful on me but at times his touch could be so gentle that he is so afraid to break the delicate me,treat me with all cautious and gentleness.

He is the young man i have come to know very well-love by many and fans are obsess with him,everything he does are perfect in their eyes. Always known as the innocent features he have,cute peculiar habits and srunches his nose whenever he laughs or grin. Typical,i must say but he really is very charming.

Dating a now famous idol is a challenge for sure and many i have to overcome but fortunately i am not a person to be fuss over things i do not find it necessary to mind about.So i am good to say.

But not with the opposite latter.

"H-hey!" I gasp when he pushes me abruptly against the wall,the walk-in wardrobe door behind us slammed close and he locks it without even looking behind.

"What was that?" He asks,voice low and his breath brushes my cheek considering the closet fits right only for two people but then again, it was suppose to be one.

"What was..what?" I gaze up at him,quizzicaly.

"I left just for a while for the fan meeting and yet,you're flirting already with one of the crews?"

The creased on my forehead deepens,What is he trying to say? Flirting? What i am just having a normal conversations with his staffs is what he called flirting?

"Jungkook,you're mistaken,he was just-"

"Oh i know," He mutters, "But you're letting your guard down too much,(y/n). You're letting all the men have their ways with you."

"And all men are wolves,do you not know that? Or clearly,i haven't shown it to you enough?"

The shivers ran down my spine when his eyes glowered,his grip tightens around me making me unable to move a muscle.

The possessiveness starts to take over him and easily i suppose;on the opposite side, He can't control his emotions well leading to a sensitive jealousy whenever i am out from his sight.

I sigh when he dips his head down to start placing hungry kisses along my neck,his cold pair of lips that sends a guilty ecstacy but love it; me who is one to be manipulated by him;bewitched.

Jungkook unbinds my hair and in no time at all,he inhales the scent of the locks deep,his skillful hands locked mine in place giving him easy access without my fight.

"Jungkook.."

"Do you have any idea how you're looking at me right now?"

"How i'm...?" I shake my head weakly and he uses that motion to glide his lips up and down of my jawline,carressing my cheekbones with his hot breath.

"You misunderstood,we didn't do anything." I manage to speak between ragged  breathing.

"Oh ,angel, i'm not mad at you." He lets out a throaty chuckle and in this dim closet,i could make out a little what expression he is wearing right now.

"I'm frustrated that you're too easy to be approach by other men.Can't you tell the difference?"

A faint commotion was heard from behind closed door and it made him stiffen for a while,the announcement has been released and we both know who it is cue for.

"I guess that's my cue." He glances over his shoulder,before slowly gazing back into my eyes.

"Wait for me back home," His voice softens, peering down into my face, before placing a deep but short enough kiss to my lips,feeling the slight of his wet muscles upon mine.

"I'll call you." He last said then left the closet,leaving me alone with a burning flared heat rise up to my face and i even need to hold myself up against the wall to prevent me from melting down.

"Wh-what the hell..Jeon Jungkook.."

That night,not having the chance to greet him by the door,exhaustion took over me and i could not help but to fall asleep and even the clock is ticking late when all he did back then,when i recalled was that just to wait for him;didn't really specify when.

That is when i felt a weight over the bed around me,the bed creaks as it sunken down and a figure hovers above me.

The gentleness of the fingers graze upon my cheek causes me to stir slowly awake,coming to my senses.

When i did open my eyes,his breathtaking feature came into view,

"Jungkook.." His name slurred from my mouth,rubbing my eyes to make sure it is really him right here.

"Did i wake you up?"

"No," I lied, positioning myself to fully facing him,

"Did you just got home?"

He hums in respond, already stirred by his needs which is,lust.Jungkook held both my arms up, pinioning them beside my head,butterfly kisses were given to my along my jawline. What makes me awake next when he sucks sharply against my skin and jolted me a surprise,his teeth nibbles on them.

"W-wait—Jungkook-ah.."

"Sorry," He apologizes, "I'm here to keep my promise."

His lips found their way back to latch against mine,each foldings sends a shivers down my spine and i had to tilt my head to the side away from him to catch my breath when he did not given me any.

I sigh when his kisses distracted me,but his skillful hands starts to shed my apparel one by one before i knew it,

"Lift your arms up." He whispers hastily and i obliged in the heat of moment;he then pulls my T-shirt up and toss them aimlessly to the other side of the bed,the cold welcoming my body.

"Are you still mad?" I ask when he lowers himself down to place chaste kisses on my chest and stomach.

"No." He reply,pulling away from me just to peel off his own shirt,revealing his muscular biceps-toned abs and abroad chest where his gymnasium results shown very clearly.

"You know how i am,(y/n)." He hovers above me again,tugging on my shorts,in one swift movement he slids down off of it from my legs.

"You are aware of my possessiveness." He leans down,buried his face onto the crook of my neck and purposely tilted my head to the side giving him full access to it.

"But yet you're still here."

At this point i am utterly confuse; Was he doing all this because of natural emotions ,or is it because of jealousy? Is it because he is the way he is right now and no one can change that? Or is it because he love me too much just by seeing another man beside me infuriates him?

The perplexity turns down my will and mood instantly,my hazy eyes and senses snaps back.

"Jungkook—"

"Turn around for me,baby." He interjected,the lust in his eyes became incisive,and whatever is say now might become pointless to his ears.

When i did not even budge, he grabs my shoulder but gently and flips me around as he wishes me to,my stomach facing the bed and my back facing him.His fingertips trace on my skin, to places i have never been but i am blindly following his joy.

"Ah!" I yelped when i felt the tip of his slender fingers flicks my folds below,my hands curling to fists the bed's mattress beneath us.

"This is—unfair," I writhe; "It's a foul mov—Nnh!" I slap a palm over my mouth,refusing to let out the sound coming out from my lips that even i myself heard it very...uncomfortable.

He inserted one digits at a time,ignoring my pleas and stiffled moans-beads of sweats form around my temples whilst his fingers starts to move in and out sending guilt yet pleasure within me.

He bends down and breathe heavily right on the side of my earlobe,

"Lift your ass up." The last cue he had for me

Through my half-lidded eyes he sent me to the abyss and i am in no strength to refuse his evil invitation. I did not realize the tip of his hot sex meets my entrance,without another word easing himself inside and my body tense instantly. Biting my tongue,i hold back the urge to moan.

"Jungkook-!" I called once more before he can move further,laid my head onto the bed and narrowed my eyes to see him above, the sweats also forms around his forehead,down to his chin.

"I don't want this.." I beg,

"Let's..let's stop this now,okay?" I panted, and finally, his movement stop so as his eyes bored to me.

It is unfair how he can keep his composure and even looks up, while i completely bet i look like a shrimp on a steam of hot water right now,wriggling jittery to get free. Now that i'm looking back, all he did was just to relief his stress on me,using my body as he pleases. The touching never stops even if we are in public despite his status and that scared me so much

Am i drunk in this love alone? With him falling half-way instead? This is too terrifying and risky.

Then i snapped out from my own daze when i feel his fingers brushes my fringe out of the way that sticks onto the side of my face,tucking them to the side,

"You hate this?" His voice hoarse,filled the now silent room.

With my remaining strength,i pull myself up and lean on both elbows, "I didn't said that, i just don't like—the situations."

"Situations?"

"Yes!" I sigh exasperatedly, "Jungkook,let's stop for today,please?"

His eyes darkens for a moment that gives me a genuine fear for once, Is it because i defy him?

"Why now of all times?" He questions quietly,sinking himself deeper instead and the fraction of pleasure sends me collapse on the bed again, a loud moan escapes my mouth this time,

"Do you hate me?" His chest bumps on my back,whispering close to the side of my face;the heat he is emitting is too much for me to handle that i am starting to lose my mind and when i do,there is no going back.

"N-no aahn—!" I writhe,squirming under him.

"Then why?"

His movement is slow,electrifying me as if he is taking his time to devour me. His both hands trails up reaching for my fingers,entertwining them all tightly.

I began to see stars and could not answer him for i am too busy not to get ahead over my own voice,giving him the satisfaction that he really is good in doing this. It takes a few moments longer until he sped up and i can not keep up anymore.The fierce heat takes a hold of me,trapping me down.

"I'm too close.." He murmurs,his teeth nibbles on my exposed shoulders,

"(Y/n)," he breathe out; "Look at me,eung?" He adopted a pleading tone and simply he knows it very well he uses that soft tactic against me who can't refuse whenever he does that.

And so i did,this time his sweat drips on the tip of his chin,his eyes seems glossy.He lowers himself and kisses me fiercely,distracting me from the fact he comes but the heat yet reaches the depth of my body

He pulls away leaving a string of saliva between us. He collapses upon me,each of us trying to catch breaths within our lungs,

"Are you disgusted?" Jungkook breaks the silence,

"What?" I manage to speak up but small.

"Are you going to leave me? Because you're disgusted by me?"

I kept quiet. And he continue,

"I am a very selfish man,i like to keep things close to me when they've become my favourites. What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine,you know that very well,don't you?"

There was another pregnant of silence,

"I broke your wings,if that is what you despise,you may wish to go." He pulls himself away and i froze,whirled around to see him fully in the face.

He stood up and putting on his pants quietly,leaving me thinking to myself. Do i want this? Although most part of my heart knows well i love him so badly that i have to deny that fact.

"I can't control my possessiveness,you're scared of that too,i can see it." He pointed out,still not looking at me

"Jungkook," Without thinking i reach out to grab his hand which caught his attention back to our hands,then to me.

"I don't hate it.." Our eyes intensely bored to one another.

"I'm just..i was just,scared that i might break easily if you hold me too tight and at the same time, i am scared i disappointed you;what if you are possessive over nothing at the end?"

Jungkook spun around, "(Y/n),listen to me.You are not nothing." He cups my face,leaning closer,

"I love you,with every ounces of my being.This side of me,is only shown to you because i am terrified with the thought you will get sick of me some day."  He places chaste kisses on each of my eyelids,

"I went overboard today,i'm sorry. Forgive me?"

His beaming gaze pleads,asking for tolerance this time and my heart skips a beat.

I nod,"Please don't do that again," I wrap my arms around his neck,pulling him down with me until my back hits the mattress once more.

A throaty chuckles slips from his mouth and he kisses me again,this time the tip of my nose,

"I was scared,your grips..." i trailed off.

"I know," He rested his forehead on mine;knowing well what i meant,

"I'm sorry ,baby. I won't do it again."

His lips glided down from my cheekbones to my lips,pulling it into a deep-locking sensation,my eyes fluttering close slowly in the process. His hands roams around my hips,his thumb drawing circles lovingly and i anticipated what's next,

"I can't hold back again if you're this cute." He murmurs,sighing against my lips,

"Then don't"

Jungkook pulls away slightly just to get a good look on my expression, a jolt of surprise in his widened eyes,

"(Y/n)?"

I giggled, "Don't stop,Jungkook." I lift myself up,hugging his neck and my turn this time to bury my nose on the valley between his shoulder

"What's yours is yours,you said that."

It took him a few seconds to digest what i had just uttered, he took my face in his hold once more,

"I love you." He repeatedly whispers between our mingling breaths,sinking back to the bed and i was eaten by his abroad back;his hands traces along my thighs before slowly spreading them open,drawing another circles with his thumbs on the inner skin as if i am his proud masterpiece.

"Something so amazing...so beautiful..all for me.”

[unreone]

Aren't You Glad to Have a Boyfriend Like Me?

PROMPT: SERIAL KILLER

Time Taken: 42 hrs 14 min (on/off)

Program Used: IBis Paint

Word Count: 4133

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She beamed as I present to her my gift. An expensive perfume that she saw on a shop five days ago. She is squealing in delight at the second she recognize it.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! I can't believe that you manage to buy it~

How could I even return the favor?"

I laugh at how cute she is being right now. Little did she know, I did not even spend a single cent to get it. Wait...no I actually have. Just not mine.

"Don't worry, Giggles. To see your smile is enough for me to say it's worth it."

Nice, that's a smooth one Cuddles. My remark brought a blush on her angelic face. She then pulls me into a hug, something that I expected to get but could still appreciate.

"Aww, this is why I love you my fluffybuns. I'm so glad to have a boyfriend like you!"

I smile as I pat her head. Her wonderful scent wafts in the air as I caress her soft, pink fur. Oh how much I wanted to stay like this forever. However, a ring destroys the moment.

Both of us stop and look at each other. Withdrawing, she apologize and picks up her phone from her shoulder bag. I watch her expression change from bright to neutral and then grim.

"I know I understand...I will be there as soon as I can."

She ended the call.

"Something's wrong?"

She looks at me with guilt in her eyes. I could tell that she wanted to stay a little bit longer but the call has given her a reason not to.

"I am so sorry Cuddles but I have to go. The nurses who are suppose to work right now got into an accident and Lumpy couldn't handle it all by himself at the hospital. I guess I need to start my shift early."

What a bummer. Her shift is supposed to begin five hours from now. Despite feeling unpleasant, I manage to keep my cool.

"Ah don't worry my love. I understand. Just call me when you need a backup."

"Oh Cuddles. The world will be a better place if critters are as understanding as you. See ya later then. I love you!"

She pecks me in my cheek and runs toward the location of a bus stop. I truly adore her. Cupping my hands around my mouth, I shout out my response.

"I love you more!"

She turns around and copies my volume.

"I love you more than anything!"

Oh Giggles, my love for you is so much that I'm willing to do anything for you...

I wave my hand at her as she runs away. I did not stop until she is out of my sight. I sighed and walks away. I guess I have to continue my mission early too.

Pushing the boulder away from a certain spot, I stoop to pull the hidden latch, opening the entry to a bunker.

Jumping down, I swiftly takes my bag full of supplies and a vacuum cleaner. I also wear the "job outfit" that I borrow from a certain friend that must not be named.

After climbing up the ladder carrying my props, I close the hatch and push the boulder back to its original place.

As I stroll towards the house of my next target, I found myself recounting the moments I accomplished my first goal. It was...exhilarating. The adrenaline I got is much more than the one I have while skydiving.

True, I felt remorse and a tiny bit of guilt after doing it but I'd be lying if I say I regret everything. In the end, watching how that pedobear mofo suffers from my own paws is satisfying, and that's all that matters.

Critters tends to underestimate me since I'm just a kid in their eyes. Yeah I admit that I'm immature most of the times, but that doesn't mean I'm incapable of doing serious stuff. I watch enough movies and documentaries to say I know a thing or two with slaying rivals creatively.

It all starts with swaying the prey. Luring him is unsurprisingly not that hard. I just have to send him pictures and epic one liners on his inbox at that stupid dating app and boom! Charmed. He's willing to meet me at a specific, secluded place only me and him know. Never suspecting anything for a bit. He's like a really dumb fish who suddenly bites the bait despite a hook sticking through it!

As the fool arrived at my rented apartment room, he did not see the lover of the girl he always flirts with. Instead, he sees a purple female bunny wearing a cute outfit named Toodles who is infatuated with him. I let him in and offer snacks and tea, which he blindly accepts. As he eat, we talks just as the way we do in our chat.

I remember how he makes that disgusting face at me that he dubbed as his "fierce and flirty look" from time to time.

I am keeping myself from puking at the moment as he leans forward with that breath, asking me for a dance.

Despite feeling unpleasant, I manage to keep my cool. I did not become the best actor in drama club for nothing. I have to convince him that my character is so into him. So I did what I have to do in my script.

I pull him even closer, catching him off guard and making the pathetic asshole blush. This malicious pervert flipping blush! I can't even express my repulsion against this filthy degenerate.

"Maybe I would if you finish your tea~" I muttered in perfect, feminine tone.

Oh I just really smile as I saw that he finally ingested the damn fluid into his system. He, however, thinks it's because I fell in love with him. He drinks the whole cup in one go!

He was extending his hand out to me, about to say something, but found himself unable to do so. Or do anything else at all. His hand trembles before he collapses to the floor. I giggled as he flops like a fish. His mouth is gaping as he try so hard to breathe. He looks up at me with utter confusion in his eyes. Can't talk dirty now that you're paralyzed huh sicko?

"Nothing personal Disco. It's just that I heard that you're really messing around this town. You're pretty famous for being a headache for everyone. Now, let me tell you something. This is for harassing and killing every girl you encountered ~"

I grab the kettle and pour its boiling hot contents on his chest. Oh how euphoric it was to see him writhes in pain. The scent of his burnt flesh fills the room. I was grinning ear to ear as I watch in fascination how the tea spreads all over his fur.

"And this is for assaulting my brother's girlfriend, Giggles~"

I suddenly smashed the kettle on his crotch. He would be wailing in pain at the time if his throat isn't numb. All that came out in his mouth is pitiful gurgles as he pees on the floor. I move and stand besides his ugly face. My entire body is quivering in excitement and rage as I clutch on the shattered kettle tightly.

"And this is for killing her with a fucking kettle you ignorant pimp~"

And with that, I found myself bludgeoning the shittyhead over and over again with a kettle until he resembles a squashed tomato. I keep bashing on his shattered skull even after he stopped twitching. Finally, I stepped on his heart with my heels to satisfy my ears with that squelching flesh. Then, I went to the bathroom to shower the dye away. It takes me four hours to remove the fake color entirely off my fur. Of course, I did not leave without taking his wallet.

It's been three days since the incident and I haven't seen him around, which is a good sign. What I've done is super effective. I think after all that, he wouldn't bother Giggles anymore. Heck, I am confident enough to say that he wouldn't even dare to look at any girl ... hehehe ... look. Something that my next victim couldn't do. That makes everything easier.

I found myself on front of the house I seek. I casually walk towards the doorstep and press the doorbell.

Now I would have skip Mole over since the idiot mistaken Lumpy as Giggles on their blind date. That means, my motivation of killing him is not jealousy if that's what you're thinking. No. It's something deeper than that.

His obliviousness and idiocy is what ticks me off. He killed my precious girl by literally stealing her heart with a freaking stick. Then he just throws it in a filthy thrash bag like it was nothing. Oh how much I wanted to punch him square in the face when I see him pries the door open. But I didn't.

Sounding lanky and awkward, I announced my assumed identity.

"Randell of Happy Tree Cleaners, leaving your homes squeaky clean. Our company is very sorry since we couldn't send Petunia today. However, I am here to take her place. I hope you wouldn't mind, sir."

"Oh. Of course I wouldn't mind at all lad but I think you came pretty early."

Feigning confusion, I responded to him in a shameful tone (which I applaud myself for such a convincing performance).

"Oh I truly am sorry sir. I'm still new to the job and kinda not listening to my superior when she's passing the information over the phone..."

"Ah a newbie. No, don't worry at all. I actually admire you! Working so hard, always ready to face the task at hand as immediately as possible. You're also modest. You remind me of myself back in my younger days..."

Then a long time was wasted for his flashback that I could not see. I really hate delays but I'm not rushing so I let him do his thing.

"Oh silly me. What am I thinking letting you stand outside for so long! Come, enter my humble abode young one."

I thanked him as I went inside. The contents of my shoulder bag clatters against each other for every move I make.

As he leads me to the room he thought I'd bother to clean, I am appreciating the edginess of the vacuum's flexible hose that I'm holding. I am very proud to say I assembled it myself. I have tried it on cows and boy the precision of the cut was just fascinating. I left a clean hole through the chest of the dumb animal.

My eyes are locked on his back as he talks about taking pictures of a case that an evil mouse wanted or something like that. His keys are jiggling as he unlocked the door to his kitchen. He turns around to face me.

"-anyways, here we are in the kitchen, Early Randell. You may begin your "germ extermination," as Petunia put it."

"Oh, only she could do that sir. I have a different method and it's called "trash assassination."

"Really? Sorry to break it to you son, but I believe there's no such thing that's present in this room. There is just dust and dirty dishes."

"Excuse my language sir, but I could see one standing out in the middle of the room."

"Oh my, that must be the apple that I lost a while ago. Could you please take it out?"

"It's my pleasure to do so. After all..."

In a second, I thrusts the vacuum hose on his chest. It delights me how its end easily punctures through his clothes then his flesh. The idiot didn't react at first and only notice what I'm doing when I successfully take his heart out.

"The only thrash I see in this room is you. P.S. I know what you've done to Giggles. I'll come back if you repeat it again..."

He actually tries to escape but oh its just too late.

Resistance is futile after all, no matter how much you struggle old guy.

A few seconds pass before his body finally went limp. I smile as I let go of the vacuum hose.

Whistling the theme song of this town, I grab his filthy organ off of my vacuum. I take a moment to observe how it weakly pulses on my grasp. I find it fascinating that this thing is still beating despite its raptured state.

Then I pick the note I left from and continued whistling. I dump his heart into the thrash bag filled with decomposing materials and feces. If you're wondering where the heck it came from, its hidden inside the vacuum.

Of course I didn't want his heart to rot alone so I let his body join in. It's hilarious that his body would regenerate in there. Imagine respawning covered with shit.

I take out something out of my shoulder bag. Opening his fridge, I start lacing his food with cyanide. The medicines in his cupboard also get the same treatment. A sprinkle for this, a bunch on that and I'm done.

An hour was spent of taking care of the evidence. Cleaning is boring and tiresome but I have to do it. After disassembling the vacuum, disposing my outfit, sanitizing the floor and taking a bath, I went out of the house. I casually dump the garbages in the bin and then I take my leave. Two down, few more to go.

Up next is Flippy. He may seem to be an invincible rival but everyone have Achilles's heel – and I'm about to strike it. Wait, I'm not literally saying my target is the tendon at the back of his foot. The point is I know his weakness and its pathetic.

Currently, I am on my way to the psycho's location. My ears are flattened on the side of my head because of the hood of the black robe I'm wearing. My smiling skull mask is partially obscuring my sight. I am holding a blowgun disguised as a trumpet.

Anyway, for those who don't know what the flipping pants a blowgun is, it's a long narrow tube that shoots out an arrow or dart when someone breathes into it quickly and forcefully. Its content is not a dart though. It's peanuts.

Leaping few minutes forward, I am waiting at the entrance of an alleyway. My clothing blends well in the darkness. Flippy is visiting his psychotherapist and any minute now, he would leave the building and take the path in front of me.

Flippy... he is once my bro. He used to be the man I looked up on since he is serving the military from the age of 15. I thought he was cool but what he have done states he is far from that. We accepted him in our town and boy do I cursed the day that we did.

Turns out he gains an alter ego from the war who is a sadistic, bloodthirsty demon. Giggles and I have suffered hell from his paws. Now, it's payback time.

My thoughts were silenced by a voice whose source I'm too familiar with. As he walks into the desired spot, I blow the trumpet the hardest I possibly could. He screams, obviously surprised. Wasting no time, I push a certain button which allows air to pass through the blowgun. I watch a couple of peanuts shoots straight into his throat at bullet speed. All of this happened in just two seconds.

It seems that he didn't notice what just enter his mouth since he is busy catching up his breath. He looks stupid with his pupils dilated in fear. I toss the trumpet on the ground and run into the alleyway. He follows me, trying to match my speed. Amusingly, his body did not react instantly as I expected. Maybe it's because the number is fewer than the ones he ingested at the party.

"Darn it kid, why did you-"

It's not too long before he falls because of the tripwire I set up earlier. As I hear a dull thud, I turned around and smile.

He is groaning as his lips inflate. Multiple zits appeared on his face. His allergy reaction has rendered him immobile. I take out a knife from my shoulder bag, making sure he didn't see it.

His paws are trembling as he tried to stand. I am towering besides him when his limbs puffs up like a balloon.

"Something's wrong?"

Listening to his whimpers, I could tell how much he is suffering as his body painfully swells. I smirk as I kicked his ass hard, making him squeak in pain.

"You know you deserve it, Flip. If you can't handle the consequences, then you shouldn't have done these..."

As I said that last word, I throw photographs down for him to see. He knows he's to blame for all the mangled corpses in it. In the middle of it all is Giggles with a rose puncturing through her head.

I am overjoyed when I hear him cry. Oh the taste of victory is truly sweet. As time passes, he looks like a balloon animal more than anything. His arms give up since it couldn't support his weight anymore.

He mumbles something that resembles to an apology, which is empty since I've heard him say it countless times.

"You could only pay for your sins with death."

Desperate to live, he tries to drag himself forward, hoping he could move away from me. It's amusing that such an indestructible beast lives inside this wimp. We both know that those stubby fingers never help him in this situation in any way. It only makes him more pathetic.

I then dug my dull knife into his back and watch as his skin bursts. His body contorted as unimaginable pain washed over his body.

"What? You say you want more?"

I poked his shoulder with the tip of my blade and it explodes. The walls are painted by its disgusting contents. It's like I'm playing with a living bubble wrap.

"You like pain right? Don't you enjoy this? Huh? Huh!?"

I found myself caught in a frenzied mood of hacking and slashing. His body is constantly receiving new, multiple wounds. His ugly face is squeezed against the asphalt road. His head is twitching every time I plunge my weapon into his body.

For the final act, I hit the top of his head and zip his skull open, splitting his brain apart.

Panting heavily, I laugh. I've done it! I've defeated the unstoppable force. I stand to observe my work.

I turned around and meet the eyes of a preschooler dropping his lollipop. I could tell that he was about to take my trumpet when he saw something in the darkness moves. I guess my robe is really black. Imagine a floating skull smiling down at you.

He backs away as he saw the blood dripping from my gloves. I wave hi to him and he runs away. Yep, I just scarred a child's life forever. I have a pretty good feeling that he's gonna have nightmares about a skeleton and a trumpet tonight.

Welp, time to dispose this body. Good thing there's an incinerator conveniently placed at the end of this passage.

Dragging Flippy by his foot, I hum the coffin meme tune to myself. He's not that heavy anymore since chunks of his flesh pops like a bubble earlier. Scrapes form on his skin as I pull him.

With a heave and a ho, to the furnace he go. Don't forget the knife and the costume~

I just finished disposing my stuffs when my phone plays that special ringtone. Picking it up from the shoulder bag, I greet my precious Red Ribbon.

"Heya Giggles~ How are you?"

My expression shifts from bright to grim when I hear her weakly whispers that one word.

"Help…"

This was followed by a thunderous crash and a white noise. My heart sank deep into my guts. Running out, I only have one thing in mind – save her before it's too late.

I'm not really paying attention so I collided with someone riding a bike. As my butt hits the ground, I groan.

"Gah! What are you thinking running into me like that- Cuddles?"

Looking up, it's my best friend, Toothy. As he help me stand up, I quickly steal his ride.

"What in the-"

"Sorry Toots! Emergency, I'll return it later."

Huffing and puffing, I pedal like my life depends on it. Cars are beeping as I zoom by them. I've taken sharp turns and gave heart attacks to crossing pedestrians. I didn't even bother to stop when the traffic light is red. The only thing I care about right now is to get to the hospital as soon as possible.

Smoke is rising from the horizon. It didn't take long before the building came into my view. My heart skips a beat as I see its remnants. My blood runs cold as a thought of her crushed body appears in my head.

I am preventing the tears that is burning my eyes to fall. I hop off the bicycle and run closer. I keep telling myself that I'm not yet late.

Broken glasses are scattered around. Shattered walls are laying against each other. I found an opening and force myself to fit through it. As I successfully did, I start searching for any sign of her.

I am frantically shaking the doorknobs when I heard her voice screaming for help. It sounds faint, which means she's far from were I'm at, but at least I know her direction.

I crawl under a fallen pillar then run to a door I haven't check. As I press my head against it, I hear her whimpering. I started to charge myself against it, my new attempts stronger than the last one.

Hang in there, Giggles...

Out of nowhere, something crash which makes the earth trembles. I press my ears against the door again. She's not making any sound anymore.

This prompts me to try harder. Adrenaline is coursing through my veins as I imagined the worst possible scenario. The door slammed open with the force I've applied. I can't help but stumble forward a little bit after that. There she was, six feet from where I am. I could not believe my eyes for what I'm currently seeing.

The Golden Idol is laying on the floor, crushed into dust. The crying face of my love is kissing the guy I assume is responsible for the damage of the cursed figure. A sun ray, originating from a huge hole at the ceiling, illuminates the spot where the two are standing. Her hands are around his shoulder. Giggles withdraw and mouthed the words "Thank You" to Splendid.

My whole body is trembling in rage. When did we kissed like that? Oh right! When we're fucking dead. I clutch something from my shoulder bag. I coughed loudly, announcing my presence.

The two turn to my direction. She gasp. She's saying words but I could not understand them. A plain smile is painted on my face as I quickly walks towards them. I brush pass the girl who turns me crazy in love.

Splendid chuckles and spreads his arms, expecting a hug. That's exactly what I give him...with an extra stab on his chest with my kryptonut dagger.

He's lucky because I'm not gonna do what I have in mind for him. He kneels and screams as his body quickly degrades. I snap to Giggles with a huge smile on my face...

The grasses sway with the wind. The view of the sunset in this spot is truly romantic. I sigh as I look into her eyes.

"I'm so glad that you could understand me, Giggles. I've only done all of that because of you. Now, nobody would ever bother you and we can stay like this forever~"

I smile as I pat her head. Her wonderful scent wafts in the air as I caress her soft, pink fur. Oh how much I adore her cute face.

"I know you didn't expect me to forgive you after what you've done. That's just how much I love you. I will do anything and everything just to make you smile."

I touch the spot at the end of her lips and help her to smile. After all, she couldn't done that all by herself in this state. I smiled as I remember what she said to me this morning.

"Aren't you glad to have a boyfriend like me?"

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Since I turned Cuddles into a killer, does this story counts as a creepypasta?

Writing this is a doozy so I hope you like it the same way that I make it. Write your thoughts down the comments!