#they said it showed up as active but unopened

[crowvainn]

highkey tweaking bc my dbda badge just doesnt show up. cries (tumblr whyyyyyyyy anyway i did contact support before,,)

[mintsturniolo]

oh baby... pt. 1 (m.s)

bf!matt sturniolo x f!reader x bsf!nick sturniolo

a/n: okay so i'm getting bored of writing fluff. can someone give me some angst or smut ideas please 😭 anyways i'm actively working on requests. i also have never gone to an ultrasound so... yeah idk what happens or doesn't happen there.

summary: hailey finds out she's pregnant and is scared about how matt is going to react

Matt was worried about his girlfriend. She’d been acting different lately and no one could figure out why. While it was no surprise that Hailey had a sensitive stomach, the most random things had been making her sick recently. He was currently waiting for Hailey to come out of their room, which she’d been hiding in for the past thirty minutes now. Matt and Nick looked up as the bedroom door opened and Hailey emerged from the room. She looked stressed as she looked at the two of them. “Nick, can we talk?” she asked running her fingers through her hair.

Noticing the confused look on Matt’s face, Hailey went over and gently planted a kiss on his lips. Matt smiled and took her hand. “Are you okay? I’m worried.”

“I’m fine, Matty” Hailey replied as Matt kissed her back. “I’ll be back in a little bit.”

Hailey led Nick to the bathroom and turned when she saw him hesitate. “Nicky please. I need to show you something.”

Nick glanced down the hall before following Hailey into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and raised an eyebrow. “Well? What’s going on?”

Hailey took a breath as she motioned towards the sink. Nick looked over and his eyes widened when he saw an unopened box of pregnancy tests on the counter. “Oh my God,” he whispered. “What? Hailey!”

“I’m freaking out Nick. Matt and I agree we weren’t ready. I’m scared how he’s going to react,” Hailey panicked. “I just have a feeling I am. Everything’s been off and it explains all my symptoms.”

Nick took a deep breath, knowing that freaking out wasn’t going to help his friend. “Okay. Take one right now. I’ll be in the living room. Call me when you’re done.”

Hailey nodded, too nervous to reply. She watched as Nick left the room, closing the door behind him. Hand shaking, she opened the box and pulled out one of the tests. She followed the instructions on the box and set the timer. After the longest few minutes of her life, Hailey looked at the test. She immediately felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. It was positive. She didn’t realize how long she had been staring at it until Nick knocked on the door. “Hailey? Are you okay?”

“Come in here,” Hailey stuttered.

Nick walked into the bathroom and frowned when he saw the fear in Hailey’s eyes. “Girl-” he started.

“It’s positive,” Hailey interrupted. “I’m going to take another one to be sure, but this one’s positive.”

“Okay,” Nick said, his tone slightly excited, but mostly nervous.

“Can you get Matt please,” Hailey requested.

Nick left the room and a couple moments later, Matt walked into the bathroom. He wrapped his arms around Hailey’s waist and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Are you okay? What were you and Nick talking about?”

Hailey reached past Matt and picked up the pregnancy test. Matt’s eyes widened when he saw it. He examined the results before looking at Hailey for confirmation. “That means it’s positive?” he asked, excitement creeping into his voice.

Hailey nodded, searching her boyfriend’s eyes to see if he was mad. “I’m going to be a dad?” Matt asked, clearly still processing the information.

“I need to take a second test to be sure, but yeah,” Hailey replied as Matt hugged her tighter. “Are you mad? I know we weren’t planning this…”

“I’m not mad. Are you kidding? I just learned that I’m going to be a dad with one of the most amazing girls in my life. I’m shocked but so happy,” Matt said, leaning in for a kiss. “Who else knows?”

“Just Nick. I told him to keep it quiet til we were ready to say anything,” Hailey replied as tears started to run down her cheeks. “I’m so glad you’re not mad.”

Matt gently wiped the tears off Hailey's face as he looked into her eyes.

*8 weeks later*

Matt and Hailey were still in shock that they were going to have a baby. They had announced it to Chris who immediately started referring to himself as uncle Chris. All of the boys had been even more protective of Hailey if that were possible. Matt couldn’t believe that he was currently driving Hailey to her first ultrasound. He parked and they made their way into the building. Hailey’s name was called and she could feel the excitement building. She was about to see her baby for the first time. She let out an excited squeal and grinned up at Matt. “Are you ready?”

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life,” Matt replied as he squeezed Hailey’s hand.

Hailey had never seen Matt so attentive. He was incredibly focused as the doctor explained everything that would occur at this appointment, never once letting go of Hailey’s hand. The lady finished setting up the equipment and began to apply the gel onto Hailey’s stomach. After a few moments the doctor smiled. “Okay If you look right here, that’s your baby.”

Hailey couldn’t stop looking at the screen in front of her. Their baby was so small. Tears filled her eyes as she turned to look at Matt. “Look Matty, that’s our baby.”

“I know,” Matt said, smiling more than Hailey had seen in a long time.

When the appointment was over, Matt led Hailey out the door. It was quiet as the two of them processed everything. The ride home was full of anticipation. Hailey was eager to show Nick and Chris the ultrasound photo they had. When they pulled into the driveway, Matt went to the other side of the car to let Hailey out. He leaned down and kissed her for what felt like the millionth time today. He gently placed a hand on Hailey’s stomach, just as the front door opened. “Well are you guys coming inside or not?” Chris asked eagerly.

Matt laughed as he let go of Hailey. “Yeah. We got something to show you.”

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[atiny-for-life]

Ateez and KQ Entertainment - A Summary

When it comes to K-Pop companies, anyone who's been a fan of any group for a while will know the majority of them are awful, greedy, and will sacrifice the health and safety of their artists for profit in a heartbeat. It's an awful industry built on the backs of underpaid, overworked young people who've been shamed and exploited since they were trainees and oftentimes bullied into plastic surgery, eating disorders, and mentally damaging competition with their peers. Many idols end up with chronic health issues, especially heart problems, long before they'll ever reach the average retirement age.

So what about KQ? Are they any different? Should we view them as one of them? Or are they an outlier like KOZ Entertainment which was founded by Zico, an active idol and former Block B member who has since signed his own group, BoyNextDoor?

Side note, and for the sake of completeness: After Block B, which means all members including their parents, were exploited by their former agency Stardom Entertainment, it was KQ who created an agency (Seven Seasons) solely for Block B so they could continue activities - a job they were definitely not prepared for so there was mismanaging going on and Block B fans don't look upon that time fondly. Since then most, if not all, members eventually stopped renewing their contracts.

However, these days, we've got Ateez, Xikers, Maddox, Eden and everyone else under the company refer to KQ as a family. Why is that? Let's gather what we know.

The Beginning: Accepting Hongjoong as a trainee

Most Atinys will already know the story of how Hongjoong joined KQ as their first ever trainee back in 2015. He's shared this story many times over the years (recent examples: Zach Sang Show interview, K-Star Next Door, I.M on the Beat interview, T-TIME : Grrrgak!) but for those who've never heard it, here's a summary of how it went down:

Hongjoong wanted to make music so he put a bunch of self-composed songs on a mixtape and sent it to several companies, including the big three. His reason for targeting KQ specifically was his love of Block B's music, which made him disregard the fact that KQ wasn't looking to sign anyone else. In fact, they were only a management agency at the time so they weren't even in a position to accept trainees.

Regardless, he sent the tape together with a letter, telling them they should reach out and contact him if they'd like to work with him. Whoever received that letter at KQ tossed it aside, unopened, and a year went by. The company then moved buildings and, while packing up, someone came across the tape and letter.

Intrigued, they listened to it (untrained rap and all) and heard the potential, which led the CEO to make a judgment call and give Hongjoong a chance. KQ called him to ask if he still wanted to do music. Of course, Hongjoong said yes and took the risk of signing with them.

Ateez's lives as trainees under KQ

While it was Hongjoong's music school principal who initially gave him the idea of not just being a songwriter but also an idol, it was KQ who further encouraged him.

However, as their first ever trainee, Hongjoong had a difficult time. First, with Eden initially trying to push him to quit music because KQ had put him in charge of training Hongjoong as a producer and Eden had zero interest and training to be a teacher. (Of course, those feelings didn't last too long and Hongjoong wormed his way into Eden's heart fairly quickly.)

But even without that, he struggled with being lonely because most other trainees who walked into the practice room, never stayed. Additionally, KQ was quite poor at the time, so Hongjoong only ate fried rice most of the time which he quickly grew tired of. Many of you may remember this story from Hongjoong's mother's letter shared in this video last year:

In late June 2024, during a live, Hongjoong also shared he was diagnosed with two separate conditions during his trainee days, orthostatic hypotension (drop in blood pressure when standing up or sitting down which leads to fainting) and vasovagal syncope (fainting caused by triggers such as emotional distress, the sight of blood, etc.) which he's learned to manage since. However, this was something he forced himself to learn to deal alone since he didn't want to worry the company or others.

During these early days, KQ was broke and Ateez had a food budget (which they sometimes maxed out, leading Hongjoong to pretend he was dieting and push the others to use his budget for themselves) and weren't allowed to use their phones in the dorms, likely to discourage them from getting distracted and sleeping too little but, aside from Hongjoong, no one seems to have followed that rule. See, the famous clip of Hongjoong talking about being salty when he discovered Seonghwa's two hidden phones:

However, KQ famously never enforced any sort of dating ban unlike most other companies which later gave us one of the funniest headlines of all time:

And they were also some of the first idols who proudly showed off their tattoos while many others were still banned from even getting them.

Ultimately, they already went viral predebut thanks to their outstanding dancing and Jongho's ability to split apples with his bare hands while singing.

Something I can't source but remember: Yunho, I believe, once shared the practice room used to be tiny and in terrible condition before they moved to a bigger building right before San joined the company.

Investing in and defending Ateez

During their trainee days, KQ flew Ateez (plus their then maknae, who wasn't ready to debut in 2018 and presumably moved on to another company) out to LA where they received rigorous dance training so they could become the performance group we all know and love today. They documented the whole thing here:

Something worth noting about this time is: they've been consistently providing English subtitles for all their content which was definitely a huge contributor in how much more popular they've always been overseas compared to domestically.

In an attempt to get Ateez more exposure, KQ took the financial risk of paying for Ateez's participation in Kingdom: Legendary War all the way back in 2021 which was, honestly, a hellish time for the fandom - even KQ acknowledged that in a lawsuit they filed against some false rumors being spread about Ateez around the time, stating:

However, we have decided that the current situation, in which false information is misunderstood as true, can damage not only our artists’ reputation which has been achieved through hard work but also our fans' mental health, who are our artists' biggest supporters.

Participation in the program was deeply exhausting for Ateez (who were without Mingi at the time - more on that in a bit), but did prove worthwhile when it garnered them a significant amount of new fans thanks to their positive attitude regarding the competition which had the vibe of "We're just here to make friends and put on a great show."

Regarding this part of their history, it should be noted that, in the wake of Kingdom: Legendary War, additionally information came out, exposing severe mistreatment of Ateez at the hands of Mnet:

After constant disrespect, a Korean Atiny [...] made a lengthy post of all the times Mnet had treated the K-pop group poorly. The final straw might have been Ateez not getting a single nomination for any award on Mnet's award show, MAMA 2021, despite the channel calling them ‘performance kings’. On top of it, fans found it humiliating that Ateez, the only group that was not nominated, performed at the award show too. [...] Korean Atinys claimed that Mnet’s staff would scream at Ateez while filming their reality shows. They were not told about the venues where they would be performing like the outdoor festival event and their makeup room was the smallest during the ‘Kingdom’ shoot. While other participating groups were given sofas, Ateez members were given stiff office chairs.

However, this is not something to blame KQ for - Mnet is famously hated by all idols and is even known to mistreat Hype artists, who are far more influential. They abuse the power they hold over all artists since everyone depends on them for promotions. One company alone, especially one on the small side, doesn't have the power to take them on. It'd take collective action on all companies' parts.

In the year that followed, 2022, KQ sued an infamous gossip YouTuber, who'd been spreading lies and rumors about idols for years, reaching all the way back to first gen idols. Even other fandoms cheered on KQ at the time for finally doing something against her.

Excerpt from the article:

The YouTuber has been criticized in the past for starting false rumors about idols. NMIXX‘s Sullyoon, BTS‘s Jungkook and RM, actress Han So Hee, And NCT‘s Jisung are just a few of the celebrities the YouTuber has targeted. According to reports, the person behind the Sojang YouTube account has been actively writing about rumors since K-Pop’s first generation. Before YouTube, the netizen had been active on online communities, Facebook, and Twitter. According to reports, it is believed that Sojang is a woman in her mid-to-late forties. This isn’t the first time the YouTuber has been sued. EXO member Xiumin has previously sued her, and BTS’s V had threatened to sue the YouTuber last December.

Again in 2022, they also took strong legal action when a tracking device was placed on one of Ateez's cars, stating "The defendant asked for leniency, but the company has not agreed to any leniency or settlement to prevent further damage and set a precedent for those who think of downplaying privacy violation offenses."

KQ has also proven themselves willing to back their artists' personal dreams financially, like when they paid for Hongjoong's non-profit photo exhibition which gathered money for charity and supported his wish to have a busking event, and got Seonghwa to meet his favorite ASMR YouTuber.

Recently (June 2024), Hongjoong also shared they're now getting paid extra incentives, as of last year (2023), as a thank you for all they've done for the company and the sum doesn't seem to be all that small.

Of course, there are also the most tangible and noticeable investments: creative marketing both locally and overseas, high quality music videos, regular vocal and performance training, booking music show and interview appearances and, notably, appearances on platforms outside the usual K-Pop sphere, i.e. React in 2019.

Ateez and the rest of KQ - family relationships?

We all know that famous clip of DJ Yunho calling KQ the best best company while Wooyoung's trying not to choke on his laughter:

And we also know Ateez and their respective families all get along - all their parents seem to have become friends and adopted the rest of the Ateez members as their own kids. Especially Wooyoung seems to call everyone's parents "mom" and "dad" and San's dad is deeply invested in everyone's health and well being. Hongjoong has even involved his brother before to help him choreograph for his MAMA performance.

Outside their immediate family, they all also have a group chat as Ateez with their CEO where he refers to them as his kids and he also watches their lives sometimes, attends concerts, etc.. Someone made a compilation here back in 2022 but they still imitate and quote him to this day:

And it's not just their CEO, they all seem to really love their managers and vice versa with this guy going viral for his adoration of Yeosang on multiple occasions and this clip between Wooyoung and his manager going viral more than once. You can find many compilations of the dynamics between Ateez and their staff but here's an example.

And here's an example of how Xikers and their staff treat each other (spoiler: it's adorable chaos).

We've also seen the hair and make up staff goof around with them and we also know how close they are with B.B.Trippin, the dance crew who create the majority of their choreos, who've been fostering an unbroken relationship with KQ since the early days due to their ties with Block B.

Today, they continue to tour with Ateez despite how sought after they are by other companies with JM, their leader, even stating in response to the question "What are your favorite groups to choreograph for?":

"Of course it’s ATEEZ! Right now I’m not making the choreography myself, I’m only working as the general director. But I’ve been with ATEEZ since the members were first together and we talk a lot, so we fit well and I like working with them."

And, of course, we know how close they all, but especially Hongjoong, are with Edenary and Maddox from not just Ateez's content, but also Maddox's:

How KQ handles health issues

In the beginning, Ateez were severely discriminated against in the industry, as is true for all groups of small companies. As a result, they pushed themselves extra hard during what limited performance time they had in order to leave an impression and slowly grow their Korean fanbase. To quote Mingi: "When we just debuted, we were known for the madness."

During their first tour in 2019, Yeosang broke his finger during a performance and set it again by himself without ever leaving the stage or even slowing down.

Seonghwa, in an equally bonkers move during the same tour, cracked his ribs while coughing and still chose to perform. At the end of Hala Hala, when they all pretend to snap their necks and collapse, his rib kept him from being able to get back up, leaving Yunho and Yeosang to basically carry him off stage.

After those incidents, KQ became far more vigilant and ensured Ateez watches their health and safety more closely, with Seonghwa sitting out a performance in 2020 due to an injury. Their statement stating:

During a recent modern dance lesson, Seonghwa experienced pain near his hip joint. He went for an examination at a medical clinic specializing in that area, and he has been diagnosed with a mild sprain. While it is a minor injury, he has been advised by the medical team to avoid intense movement for about two weeks, in order to avoid the worsening or relapse of the injury. Therefore, Seonghwa will only be taking part in the Meet & Greet segment of ‘KCON:TACT 2020 Summer’ on June 26, and it would be difficult for him to take part in the performance.

In November of 2020, the same year, roughly two years after debut, Mingi developed some severe anxiety which led to him getting tested and diagnosed before he went on a (back then) indefinite hiatus to get rest and regain stability in his life.

During this time, he didn't participate in any public activities but stayed in close contact with all the members and even San's dad who checked in on him regularly since he's San's dad's favorite.

He returned in mid-2021 after about half a year of intermittent schedules to get back in the swing of things and under the clearance of his therapist. His mind was made up that he wanted to keep on doing this and he seemed happy to be back:

Jongho, too, had a more severe injury in August 2023 and needed to get surgery to fix it. Thankfully he, too, recovered fully after a hiatus that lasted a couple of months which was followed by him sitting on a chair side-stage during performances for quite some time until his knee was fully healed.

More recently, we've also heard Seonghwa share that they used to struggle severely while touring, even requiring oxygen masks backstage to keep themselves going, which led the CEO to put together a team of pro athlete trainers to ensure Ateez can physically meet the demands of the industry without sacrificing their health any further.

Most recently, it was Wooyoung who needed to sit out for a bit when he developed cholinergic uriticaria. Thankfully, he's already back in the swing of things as well, though we may not see him participate in outdoor schedules during the summer or in the south.

Most Common Criticisms of KQ

1 - Ateez are overworked!

This is undeniably true for all successful idols. It's a brutal, brutal industry and unless all companies slow down, there is no way to take time off without being forgotten and losing out on future opportunities because a lot of fans are quick to move on whenever a group disappears for a bit. Many don't even stick around for more than one comeback to begin with.

Especially during the end of the year award period, all idols are deeply overworked which is why we saw Ateez get time off around early April. They also take breaks for holidays and Hongjoong has said before that they're adults and know what they're doing when a fan told him they're being overworked (I wish I could find the clip right now).

I also remember Seonghwa saying during an interview that KQ never makes decisions without talking them through with Ateez so they understand each other's reasoning and no decisions get made over their heads (once again, I wish I could find the damn clip but all I remember is Seonghwa had longer black hair and his outfit and the set were kept in black, white and gray tones).

2 - KQ is controlling!

If you've read the whole post, you'll already know Ateez have a lot of freedom compared to other idols, especially now. They get to do lives without supervision, pursue solo projects (including quality music videos for their covers and original songs), Yeosang was an MC for The Show for a long time where he got to show off solo, while Yunho and Hongjoong got to be Idol Radio DJs for a long time where they got to be mentors, show off as dancers and make new friends. On top of that, Yunho, Jongho, San and Seonghwa all four starred in a drama (with Yunho being a co-lead) criticizing the abuse and mistreatment idols face in the industry which Ateez reference to this day.

Hongjoong also gets to work with Xikers now, giving them guidance Ateez surely wished they'd had in their early days, and he even collaborated with Chungha on her first album in her new agency, while Wooyoung got to work on a dance passion project with Watcha which was close to his heart just last year.

On top of all of that, they get to goof around constantly while a lot of bigger names in the industry have much more scripted content. We've also heard Ateez be extremely honest with fans when it comes to their wellbeing, including when they're tired or struggling. They've even told stalker fans off on live with zero consequences from the company on multiple occassions.

Their freedom goes double when it comes to their music where we know all members get to participate in both the song and choreography from recording all the way to live performance.

3 - Wooyoung and Yeosang don't get enough lines!

From an outsider's perspective, this is true. However, we don't know what's going on behind the scenes outside of what they tell us. For example, Hongjoong shared just recently that all members sing the whole song and then lines get distributed based on who suits which parts best.

It's also worth mentioning that the distribution is balancing out more and more over time. A trend which will surely continue now that both Wooyoung and Yeosang have released more covers to flex their vocals and 'Will - The World' included subunits so they could all show off and try out writing lyrics for themselves.

In Conclusion

I think, when it comes to Ateez, a lot of fans who raise concerns about KQ don't look at the bigger picture or lack some of the information needed to make a fair judgment. Though there is of course also absolutely valid criticism.

Please be aware I'm definitely not saying "Be a company stan, they deserve it!". The primary focus should always be on the artists themselves, not the people managing the funds in the background, but what I am saying is: "Trust Ateez."

There are so many idols out there who hate their companies, who are on the brink of collapse from exhaustion (P1harmony, NCT Dream, Enhypen, to name a few) and it's noticeable. They say it, they want fans to create a ruckus and demand better treatment, but Ateez isn't one of them.

All eight are very outspoken people and, from what we've seen and heard, so are their families. If KQ weren't full of decent people, Ateez wouldn't involve their siblings and parents in projects, they wouldn't spend time together outside of schedules.

There have definitely been instances where trending hashtags were justified, such as when there was lacking airport security because KQ had underestimated how many people would show up to welcome them, but there's a lot of unjustified complaining going on as well which can be easily debunked.

I hope this roundup of base information will help some people get a clearer picture of what the company dynamic is like so everyone can come to their own conclusions.

[taffywabbit]

Hey, sorry if this is a bit personal of a question, but I was in your stream last night when you were talking about dreams and mentioned being raised Mormon, and I'm curious: do you find yourself avoiding people who go to that church, or do you have friends from that time who still go that you keep up with? Do you find yourself in good company who respect your decision to leave or do you encounter mostly hostility?

honestly I'm not really sure! as someone who mostly socializes online these days as an openly queer leftist furry, I can't say I really run into any active church members very often haha. we don't really run in the same circles at all. the only ones I do still see are at family gatherings or whatever (most of my extended family are mormon too, and tbh I'm not even quite sure how many of them actually know i quit church 5 years ago - I get the feeling my parents didn't go around announcing it to everyone lol)

I do definitely avoid people I already used to know through church though. my old FB messages are full of unopened "hey how are things?" messages from former missionary companions and ppl from the young adult congregation I used to attend at the start of college, because (at least with the latter) i know my name probably came up in a meeting and they got assigned to reach out to me and figure out why i left church and how to get me back. I don't really bear ill will towards those people themselves, but I was in that church for 20+ years and I know EXACTLY how much persistence and borderline stalking the members are tasked with under the guise of "outreach" and "service". I've been on the other side of those meetings and efforts enough times. people talk about it being hard to leave for a reason, so I didn't take any chances. removed my contact info from the church directory, ignored any calls and texts I got, ghosted the guys I used to play D&D with, and obviously didn't tell anyone when I moved. I do think about some of the people I knew as a missionary or in that YSA branch fondly sometimes and wonder how they're doing, but I simply can't risk letting myself become known to the church again or I'll have missionaries showing up at my door to use all of their specially-trained 18yo guilt-tripping abilities to bring me back.

(all of this being said, my immediate family is at least a lot more accepting of my decision nowadays than most extended family members or other mormons who know I left the church. they were pretty upset when they first found out - tbf I HAD been openly lying to them for a few months before I decided to break the news - but I think at some point after seeing me in person again after a few years had passed, they saw i hadn't immediately become a meth dealer or whatever and seemed happy and stable and decided not to push the issue. they don't ask me to pray with them or attend church when I visit anymore, but they do still talk openly about their responsibilities in church because they know i understand what they're talking about, and I'm fine with that. as long as they don't put my current address and phone number back into the church directory, we're cool for the time being - at least until I come out to them, which might make things more complicated lol)

[tk-duveraun]

13/? Luo Binghe is SO NORMAL about Shen Yuan

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 (here), 14

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Despite Luo Binghe's best efforts, answers were not forthcoming in the following years. In fact, he only had more questions. An Ding's defenses were second to none and took months of dedicated research on Luo Binghe's part to sneak through.

To test the theory, Luo Binghe broke into the treasure rooms on Qiong Ding to compare the defenses. It was enough of a cakewalk that he'd sat Shen Yuan down — at a respectable distance — to discuss the issue. Thankfully, his future wife didn't ask why he was breaking into An Ding in the first place.

Shen Yuan listened to his concerns and promised to look into it. A week later he said Shen Qingqiu had it handled and not to worry about it anymore, which wasn't an answer, but Shen Jiu could at least be trusted to tear the sect leader apart about inadequate protection on the sect's treasures.

And it was all a waste of time. Shen Yuan's disciplehood records showed no evidence of injury or extreme misadventure. Qian Cao's former peak lord did note that Disciple Shen seemed to lose or destroy his clothing abnormally often. He then mentioned that he'd administered extra sex ed for Shen Yuan's cohort.

Well, there was a hint of something; apparently, Shen Yuan was actually resistant if not immune to many common papapa plants. Luo Binghe had crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at the records for a solid ten minutes. Some of the listed plants were explicitly the excuse for 'forced' papapa in IRS. From his own POV segments it was clear Shen Yuan wasn't secretly thirsting for everyone, so why?

That night, Luo Binghe had actually woken in a cold sweat. Was the novel version of Shen Yuan really raped on the regular? He'd had to lunge and stagger his way outside to throw up. As he knelt in the cool night air, though, he'd relaxed a little. Shen Yuan's POV made it clear he considered the sex a medical treatment: annoying, but necessary. He was oblivious to how the men around him seemed to view it as a special kind of intimacy.

But, most importantly, none of that had happened until Luo Binghe's watch. And it never would if he had anything to say about it.

Based on the scenes that the System grudgingly paid out in exchange for side quests, Luo Binghe knew that Linguang-jun in the past expected regular reports from the Original Goods. Meng Mo relayed that the ice demon was content with Luo Baixiao being Shen Yuan's personal disciple and the information Meng Mo gained from his eyes.

It suggested that perhaps the entire spy thing was less about Cang Qiong Mountain in general and more about Shen Yuan in particular, which was backed up by Linguang-jun's future suit. But that didn't make sense with Linguang-jun ordering the seduction of Shen Yuan by a child.

…Unless Luo Baixiao had come up with that on his own as a means to get closer to Shen Yuan and blackmail him after the fact.

It was a lot to consider and all of it bad. Luo Binghe didn't like it, but he was glad enough to not be actively betraying his beloved that he didn't dwell on it any more than necessary.

Instead, Luo Binghe went on countless missions on Shen Yuan's behalf. He retrieved every relic or beast part his beloved had painstakingly collected in IRS. He meticulously documented mating seasons and hibernation periods and migration routes. Something in his half-demon biology made his memory immaculate and Luo Baixiao had practiced his painting and arts enough that Luo Binghe was able to sketch with the requisite detail.

Though he took pains to maintain the correct, filial distance, Luo Binghe still showered Shen Yuan with gifts. They were simply the appropriate kind: rewards from village heads passed on unopened. Valuable trophies from creatures slain. Promises of communication from remote villages and secluded, sentient yao.

It was just as the Immortal Alliance Conference that the shadow in Shen Yuan's eyes every time he looked at Luo Binghe faded. Once, Shen Yuan even invited Luo Binghe to eat with him. It wasn't until Luo Binghe demurred that Shen Yuan seemed to catch himself, startling and covering his expression with his fan before nodding.

The Immortal Alliance Conference was something Luo Binghe had desperately tried to ignore. In IRS, it was attacked by demons. Powerful creatures had laid waste to the pitiful disciples. When Shen Yuan left the viewing box to assist, Without a Cure had struck, requiring immediate treatment with dual cultivation with Liu Qingge.

Frustratingly, the chapters had been from Liu Qingge's POV and he'd been distracted by beasts to destroy after getting his dick wet. Sure, it was a great portrayal of how outclassed the disciples were that Liu Qingge was fighting with his full strength to stay afloat in the chaos, but he lost track of Shen Yuan for hours.

When Liu Qingge finally did find Shen Yuan, he was badly wounded and in the throes of Without a Cure next to the then-sealed entrance to the Endless Abyss. Snowballing at least had the grace to make that session of dual cultivation gruesome and unsexy, but what the fuck happened in the interim?

The most Luo Binghe had to go off of was a throwaway line two chapters later in Shen Jiu's POV. He'd asked if Shen Yuan knew what happened to Luo Baixiao, the last unaccounted for Qing Jing disciple. Shen Yuan said only, "Luo Baixiao… that pitiful child is gone, Jiu-ge."

Shen Jiu had been furious that Shen Yuan could grieve a disciple he so clearly hated and had tried to attic wife Shen Yuan in the aftermath.

Which was all to say, Luo Binghe didn't have much to go off of.

Some fans had speculated that due to Shen Yuan's future close 'friendships' with many demons that perhaps he'd been taken advantage of in the planning of the conference, but Luo Binghe was close enough to know that was wrong. While Shen Yuan did almost all of the talking for Cang Qiong Mountain, he was merely the spokesman on behalf of Shen Jiu and Shang Qinghua.

Though Luo Binghe disliked Shen Qingqiu, he knew his nominal master would rather rip out the sect leader's eyes than cooperate with demons. Shen Jiu was constantly hounding Shen Yuan about his unorthodox interests and controversial beliefs that demons weren't all evil. Honestly, Shen Jiu obsessed so much over the issue that Luo Binghe thought he was projecting to an extent.

(But a few discreet tests showed that, unlike Luo Baixiao, Shen Jiu didn't have any demonic heritage.)

Shang Qinghua was a real possibility though. IRS never mentioned how secretive the man was, instead focusing on how mousy and productive he was. While the defenses on An Ding Peak were made only of spiritual energy and orthodox techniques, they were strange. The designs of the anchors and the shape of the barriers were unique.

And since Luo Binghe brought up the issue of An Ding's superior defenses, Shen Qingqiu had been crueler to Shang Qinghua, so perhaps he was suspicious but had no proof.

Not that knowing the traitor would help at this point, Luo Binghe thought as he packed Shen Yuan's carriage. If Shen Qingqiu, favorite of the sect leader and the sect's top strategist, couldn't get his concerns addressed Luo Binghe didn't have a chance. And pushing too hard might result in a reveal of his demonic blood.

So Luo Binghe had to ride to the conference knowing only that he would disappear there and return in one hundred chapters and five years openly as a half-demon. Luo Baixiao had become such a loathed antagonist that fans suggested he was the traitor of the conference despite being all of seventeen and completely lacking in contact with demons, since IRS never mentioned Meng Mo.

What a mess.

[themetaphorgirl]

Between moving and performing in a show I didn’t know if I’d have time to finish this, but I did!!

Recently there was a LockNation meetup, and since I didn’t get to go I applied to be a part of the Pocket Friends challenge!! I had to come up with a case with certain stipulations, so I ended up writing a fic for it since that suits my skills! It’s a very cracky self insert but it was honestly a lot of fun.

My stipulations were:

-I was paired with Lucy

-the Visitor was a Limbless

-the weapon of choice was salt

-I lived in the end

This was so fun and goofy and I hope y’all like it!!

And for fun: here’s a video of me running in heels and firing a gun while performing at Disney World (this comes into play, I swear)

“Well, that settles it, then,” Lockwood said. “Lucy, you’ll have to go with the new girl.”

Lucy leaned back to glance into the kitchen at the aforementioned new girl. “Are you sure about that?” she whispered.

“Yeah, she doesn’t seem like the ‘in the field’ type of agent,” George said.

“Holly wouldn’t have recommended her if she didn’t think she’d be a good fit,” Lockwood said. “Come on, let’s ask her.”

Lucy still had her doubts. The new girl was filling in for Holly while she was on leave taking care of her elderly grandmother in Brighton; so far she had proven very capable when it came to scheduling meetings, tidying up, and cooking when George was busy (although there had been a brief incident when she made something called biscuits and gravy, she had hastily explained it was a popular dish where she came from and it did not involve anything sweet). But there hadn’t been any plans to involve her in active cases.

The three of them trooped into the kitchen. The new girl was sitting at the table mending a torn pocket in Lockwood’s coat with a novel propped open against a teapot shaped like a cottage. Between the sewing, her floral sundress, and the bow in her hair she made an oddly domestic sight in the midst of a coil of newly oiled chains and an unopened box of salt bombs.

“Oh, hi!” she said as she caught sight of them. She took another careful stitch, then paused. “Everything okay? Y’all look a little…stressed.”

“We’ve had an unexpected change of plans,” Lockwood said. He cleared his throat. “Kate, was it?”

“Caitlin, actually, but I’ll answer to Kate,” she said cheerfully.

“Caitlin,” he said. “We, uh…well, Kipps can’t make it tonight but Lucy will need some backup, so…would you mind filling in?”

Her eyes widened behind her glasses. “Oh,” she said. “Oh, boy. Uh…are you sure about that? I’m better suited to things like-“ She gestured at her sewing kit. “This is more my speed. I’ve got big Wendy Darling energy. Are you sure you need me?”

“It’s supposed to be Type Two but not a particularly strong one,” George said.

“I just need backup,” Lucy said. “I’ll handle most of it. What’s your Talent?”

Caitlin stuck the needle into the fabric of the coat. “Mostly Touch and a little Sight, not great with Listening.”

“How are you with a rapier?” Lockwood asked.

“Uh…not great,” she said.

“What grade do you have?”

“I was a theatre major?” she offered. “Did Holly give you my resume? I, uh…I’m not really ideal for combat situations.” She rummaged through her pink backpack and pulled out a slightly crumpled piece of paper. “She said you would mostly need me for cleaning and administrative stuff and a little bit of cooking. Which…I’m very good at organizing and I do like baking, but I’m more the anxious homebody type than the cool athletic agent type.”

Lucy leaned around Lockwood’s arm to scan the CV. “Why does it say you can run in heels while firing a gun?” George asked curiously.

Caitlin adjusted her gold rimmed glasses. “It’s a good conversation starter,” she said. “And also, I, um…can.”

“If you can’t use a rapier, could you use a firearm instead?” Lockwood asked. “That could work, right?”

“It’s unorthodox, but probably,” George shrugged

“I think I could make that work,” she said. “As long as Lucy doesn’t mind being stuck with me.”

“It shouldn’t be that bad of a case,” Lucy said. “I can handle it, and you can be my backup. Yeah?”

Caitlin offered a slightly anxious smile in return. “Yeah.”

A few hours later Lucy found herself in front of an old boarded-up house in Greenwich, with Caitlin trailing behind her with a kit bag slung over one shoulder and a black leather purse on the other, presumably holding her pistol.

“Oh lord, where did you find that one, a princess tea party?” Skull said. “Adorable.”

“Don’t be a dick, she’s nice,” Lucy hissed.

“She’s got heels on her boots and she’s still shorter than you. Didn’t think that was achievable.”

“I don’t need any extra distractions right now, thanks so much.”

“Yeah, because you’re going to have to keep an eye on that one in case she sees something with glitter on it and wanders off.”

Lucy flicked the valve on the jar. “All right, do you remember the plan?” she said.

“Uh-huh,” Caitlin said. She’d swapped out the floral sundress for a much more sensible denim pinafore, a gray jumper with bees on it, and black tights and boots. But the moonlight glinted off her glasses and her dirty blonde hair was held back with a dark blue ribbon. “I do the prep work, you do the hard stuff, and I’m here to look for the Source and back you up.”

Lucy nodded. “Flo said that her contact told her there was just a Shining Boy, so it shouldn’t be too bad.”

They did a sweep of the house and set up in the chains at the foot of the broad dusty staircase. “So how do you know Holly?” Lucy asked.

“Community theatre,” Caitlin said. “We did a production of Guys and Dolls together, super fun. Although we haven’t gotten to perform together in a while since y’all have been so busy, she hasn’t had time. Do you ever have time to just do fun things? Hang out, go on dates?”

“Not often,” Lucy said. “And I’m not dating anyone. I mean none of us are dating. George and Flo sort of have a thing, I think? But Lockwood and I aren’t”

Caitlin dropped another length of chain on the floor. “You know he’s got a big ol’ crush on you, right?”

Lucy choked. “I don’t know what-“

“Neither of you are particularly subtle about it either,” Caitlin said, grinning at her. “You should figure that out, though, y’all would be the cutest couple.”

“We’re not…I mean, I don’t think he thinks of me like…” Lucy frowned, desperate to find a change in topic. “You keep saying ‘y’all,’ where are you from exactly?”

“Tennessee,” Caitlin said. “You know…where Dolly Parton’s from? Except I’m not from the same town she’s from, I’m from Nashville, but I’ve been to her theme park, it’s-“ She stopped herself midsentence and blew out a slightly frazzled breath. “Sorry, I talk a lot when I’m nervous.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” Lucy said, not unkindly. “It’ll be all right. Let me handle it, and just back me up.”

“Right, yeah,” Caitlin said. “Amazing. I can do that.”

And they probably could have managed, if Flo’s contact had been a bit more sure of what they were going to be up against. “It’s a Limbless!” Lucy shouted. “A fucking Limbless!”

“Oh, shit!”

Lucy could hold it off, she’d been up against Limbless dozens of times, but it was different when the weight of the job was resting on her. She lashed out with her rapier, trying to keep it at bay.

“Any luck on the Source?” she called.

“Not yet!”

Lucy kept fending off the Limbless, grimacing at the malaise dragging her down. It made her head swim and nausea pull at the pit of her stomach, and she was so off balance that she tripped over a loose floorboard and her rapier slipped from her hand.

“Oh fuck,” she panted, fumbling for the hilt in the dim light. She just needed to grab it before the Limbless got much closer-

Suddenly a violent spray of salt burst through the Limbless, dissolving it away from her. Lucy grabbed her rapier and scrambled up, shocked to find Caitlin standing halfway on the stairs with a small gun in her hand. “Oh thank fuck, it worked,” she said. “I loaded it with salt, it’s going to be a bitch to clean later though.”

“Well, keep doing it!” Lucy said as the Limbless started to reform. “And keep looking for the Source!”

“On it!” Caitlin called.

The salt-loaded pistol ended up being unexpectedly useful. The shots of salt rattled the Limbless enough for Lucy to keep pushing it back with her rapier, and between the two of them they kept it at bay until Lucy found the Source, a tarnished gold necklace with a charm in the shape of a scarab beetle. Caitlin took a final shot at the Limbless with a shower of salt from her gun while Lucy wrapped the necklace in a silver net, and the Visitor blinked out into the darkness.

“Well, we were going to see if you needed any help, but it looks like the two of you managed just fine,” Lockwood said, his voice faintly amused.

Lucy jumped. “Jesus, Lockwood, when did you get here?”

“Not too long ago, we wrapped up early and thought we would help,” he said. “You all right?”

She felt her cheeks turn a little pink at his concern. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” she said, hoping she sounded nonchalant.

“I can’t believe that shooting salt actually worked!” George said. “Where did you learn to shoot, anyway?”

Caitlin laughed awkwardly. “Um…Disney World?”

George blinked. “Not the answer I expected, and yet somehow that makes sense.” He cleared his throat. “But the salt-“

“We’ll talk about that once we’re back home,” Lockwood said. “For now let’s get this wrapped up. Oh, and Caitlin-“ He raised his arm up sheepishly and the sleeve of his coat dangled in tatters from the shoulder seam. His white shirt underneath was a bit ripped too, the edges speckled and splattered with blood. “I might need you to fix this.”

“Oh, see, that I can handle,” she said. The corner of her mouth tugged up in an impish smile. “That’ll take me a while to do, though, so you ought to let Lucy patch you up.”

Lucy felt her face heat up. “Oh, I-“

But Lockwood was already turning towards her with that certain kind of smile he seemed to save only for her. “Would you, Luce?” he said. “I’d appreciate it.”

“Yeah, of course,” she said, and Caitlin shot her a surreptitious thumbs up.

[itsjustsemantics]

Love, Javier - Chpt 2

Pairing: Javier Peña xF!Reader/OFC (no y/n, no physical description, established backstory)

Content and warnings: Alcohol consumption, Javier overhears a date, brief mention of past.

Series masterlist

Chapter 2: The Date

Javier had found a nice restaurant close to his hotel that didn’t serve an absolute dogshit excuse for a steak. It's just another two days he reminded himself as he dug into the piece of meat in front of him mercilessly. He tried to remember the last time he came to a nice restaurant and enjoyed a meal. With Lorraine? Back in Laredo at that nice Italian place. He dismissed his thoughts and actively made an effort to focus on something other than his past. 

“Can I get some water for the table?” Javier’s attention migrated to the other side of the opaque screen that parted his table from another a few feet away. Dropping eaves seemed to be another thing his conscience had chosen to skim over. 

“A bottle of flat water please.” A tired male voice spoke. 

“Oh, uhm, just one second. I’m sorry.” A  female voice piped in. “Did you know they’ve done studies that show that tap water and bottled water are basically the same thing. They recently passed a law where restaurants have to filter their tap water.” 

Javier eyebrows peaked, fork still halfway to his mouth. 

“So it’s not really tap water, it's filtered water, which is the same as bottled water except that you don’t have to pay seven dollars for it.” 

Javier looked over at the bottle of unopened water that stared back at him from the opposite end of the table. The more you know, huh. He thought as he finished chewing. 

“I like the way it tastes better, uhm, can I get a scotch on the rocks with that too please.” The male voice again, more tired than before. 

“Huh, I thought-I thought in your profile, it said you, uh, liked to drink red wine.” 

“You printed out my profile?” 

Javier’s eyebrows furrowed, amused but curious. He cut another piece of his steak, not as invested in the piece of meat as before. 

“Actually, my friend did. She knows I don't like being unprepared-Not that I’m ever not prepared.” The female voice laughed surely.

Javier’s heart clenched, another thing to be grateful for; he wasn’t stuck opposite miss ‘bottled water’. 

“Kudos, by the way, on your comprehensive car insurance plan.” 

Javier slowed his chewing. What. 

“That wasn’t in my profile.” The male voice didn’t sound so tired anymore. 

“No, but it's in your background check.” 

Jesus christ. Javier shook his head. This was serving as another subtle reminder as to why he doesn't do dates.

“So, tell me about yourself.” The female voice finally concluded. 

“What’s left to talk about that you don’t already know, right?” The male voice laughed awkwardly. 

“Good point.” The female voice sighed. 

“Here are your drinks, and bottled water.” The waiter cut in at the right moment. “Can I take your order while you enjoy them?” 

“I’ll have the steak with sauteed asparagus, uhm, and your thrice-cooked dirty fries please.” 

“Just the house salad and the garlic bread basket for me. But hold on; the dressing that comes with the salad, I want it on the side, and for the bread basket, I would like the butter melted and on the side, but if the butter can’t be melted then none at all and I’ll have the regular bread basket instead.”

Of all the questionable characters Javier had come across, she was by far the most notable. After years of mastering the craft of wooing a woman, he had learned to read them. He deduced that this one was nothing but a bright red stop sign steering men away left, right and centre. 

The waiter smiled as he approached him with a tiny clipboard, a bill fluttering up and down against it. Javier momentarily peeled his attention away from the individuals next door and to his wallet. As he got up to leave he caught the last  remnants of the rather sad conversation he had been eavesdropping on. 

“Well, not to worry. I took the liberty of printing out some talking points, in case we ever ran into a situation like this.” 

“I take it this has happened before?” 

“No…no, but you have nine out ten of the necessary attributes on my checklist.” 

“Oh dear god.” The male voice exhaled and Javier couldn't help but let out a long held chuckle.

he shook his head one last time before ducking out of the restaurant, back to his drab hotel room. You’re a lucky man Javier, lucky man.  

[siriuslystargazing]

You're a Jinx! Chapter 3

Okay, this gets a little heavy. Reader discretion is hevily advised!! dont for get you can read this on my Ao3 :)

TW Child Abuse and blood

Please stop reading at this point if you are not okay with blood and stuff or just violence in genral

“Do you miss your brother?” it was a simple question Orion asked; Regulus was taken back slightly, his mask of calmness slipping a little.

Narcissa was relishing in this new version of Regulus. The way he held himself together, the language he used, even the way he turned his nose up at the state of his food, Regulus was a completely different person. The three had managed to get Alphard into a semi-lucid state. He still thought he was young, but it was better than nothing. So, dinner continued; Walburga pushed a ball of stuffing around the plate as she conversed with Druella. But Orion was off; he wasn't drinking and seemed to be sobering up.  

Yet north of the country, the Christmas feast was a hub of activity in the great hall. Sirius had never seen so many colours in one sitting before, the enchanted lights on the tree twinkling and the vibrant mulled spices filtered through the room, wrapping him in a hug of Christmas cheer.  James was with him, same with Remus. They both managed to beg their parents to let them stay for the holidays. Euphemina, James’s mother, had sent letter after letter to McGonigal asking if Sirius could stay with the Potters over the Christmas holidays. However, because Sirius still had family and they never responded, he had to remain in school. So, James declared he would stay, and when Remus sent his letter home to his mum, Hope Lupin, she said staying Christmas is about family, and even though he wasn’t related, friends count as family.  The three of them dived into Christmas dinner. Sirius thought he had seen the biggest feast ever when he first arrived at Hogwarts, but the Christmas one trumps it by a landslide. The boys had noticed since arriving at school that Sirius had put on weight, not loads, but enough to make him look more like a healthy child and not a shallow construct appearing as human.  Sirius joked that his mum would comment on the amount of food he piled on his plate, making James wince. The more Sirius spoke about his family. The more James wanted him to leave with Regulus and stay with him and his parents.  As the feast wound down, Sirius saw an untouched yule log and swiped it. Remus caught its rich chocolaty scent when Sirius entered the empty common room.  

“Where are you going with that?” Remus asked, putting his book down; Sirius tried to hide the cake behind his back  

“With what? I see nothing-” 

“The cake, Black. I can smell it,” Remus Smirked; Sirius's eyes widened a little 

“What are you, part dog? Besides, it's not for you! I'm sending it to Regulus as a gift,” Sirius stated, showing the Yule log in all its chocolaty glory. Remus huffed a small laugh  

“And how are you going to do that? You said any owl you send just comes back” James had emerged from the dorms, his arms full of unopened gifts. 

“Well, easy. I'm sending it later tonight when I know Orion will be passed out and Wally will be too engrossed in some silly parlour game to care,” Sirius said matter-of-factly. “And I still have Reggie’s owl, Onyx.” James shrugged, dropping the gifts on the sofa. Sirius set the cake down curios to see what James had 

“Oh, mum sent these here” James picked up six neatly wrapped gifts ranging in size and weight to Sirius and another 6 to Remus. The two looked puzzled. “she didn’t want you to go without any gifts,” he pointed a longer-looking box at Sirius, who graciously accepted it, running his fingers over the red ribbon, “and she wanted you to have some gifts as well... look just accepted, or you'll break my poor mother's heart.” the two boys accepted the gifts. They each got fancy quill parchment and an assortment of socks, scarves, and odd bits that meant the world to both of them. Remus didn't have much growing up, and Sirius was never gifted nice things that weren't green or black or covered in some sort of goblin esq murder. Basically, they looked nice and normal, you could say pretty, but these are 11-year-old boys. (12 if your Sirius). James also handed an extra sock-shaped gift to Sirius. “These are for Regulus; Mum didn’t want him to miss out”, James' voice was low. Sirius clutched the gift close to him  

“Thank you, I think he will like these more than the cake, minds you” Sirius chuckled. The boys stayed in the common room for a while longer. Sirius had written a letter to Regulus and found a suitable box for the cake and socks. James offered to let Sirius use the cloak to head to the owlery later that night.  

Sirius made his way up the stairs, ensuring he was careful on the ice, and located the little Ural Owl sitting on the porch. “Hello, Onyx”, Sirus greeted the bird, who chirped back, happy to see Sirius. “I need you to make a very special and important delivery to Regulus” Sirius handed the box over to Onyx, who took it without hesitation even though it was nearly double the bird's size and weight. “You got it, boy”, Onyx hooted, flapping his wings and setting off into the frozen night.  

**** 

The rest of Christmas was a complete and utter nightmare for Regulus. Orion, it seemed, hadn't had a drop of alcohol. He was, in fact, voluntarily sober. That meant he was more irritable than before. Once dinner had finished and everyone had gone into the parlour to play Troll Toll, Orion waited at the table and asked Regulus to stay behind him. Walburga wasn’t so keen on the idea and ensured that Kreature was close to the dining room keeping his beedie little eyes on the pair. Regulus stayed at the opposite end of the head where his father sat. He tried to remain calm and composed, keeping the new mask he made up and ready. Orion huffed a laugh swirling water in his goblet around.  

“Do you miss your brother?” it was a simple question Orion asked; Regulus was taken back slightly, his mask of calmness slipping a little 

“Yes, I do miss him... I miss him a lot, Father” Regulus focused on his breathing, and Orion let out a hum  

“I want to do better for the both of you. I want to help you and Sirius.” Orion's voice was sincere; he meant every word. “I’m sorry I failed you both” Tears had spilt from Orion's eyes, Regulus hated seeing people he cared for cry, and somehow, he found it in him to care for this version of his father. The sober version of his father that is. They had met a few times; the first time was when Walburga had left them home alone; Druella, her sister, was having marital problems and went to her sister's aid leaving the boys with him. He was intoxicated but kind until Regulus heard his brother’s strained scream from the upstairs bathroom and saw Orion try to drown Sirius. Kreachure and another house elf whose name escapes him had saved Sirius. The other house elf was killed for helping Sirius and taxidermied as a constant reminder of what happens to disobedient house elves. The horrid thing stands in the grand hallway as a continual reminder of that night. 

Regulus continued to watch Orion as he moved from his seat, swaying over to him. Even though he wasn’t drunk, he still moved like one. Regulus tensed as Orion got closer. “ you shouldn’t have to live in a place like this,” Orion murmured as he turned the chair Regulus was sitting on to face him, dropping to his knees. Regulus tensed a little he had never been this close to Orion before. On instinct, Regulus noted the placement of his butter knife still left on the table.  

“I don’t... I don’t understand. Father” Reglulus felt so incredibly small he could feel the tears prick in his eyes. It wasn’t out of sadness or anger. It was fear. Regulus was scared; he wanted to scan the room for a form of salvation, but he needed to keep his focus on Orion.  

“Shhh, it's okay, my sweet boy” Orion pulls Regulus into a hug. At first, it was a nice hug, and Regulus relaxed into the embrace. It felt so much like a hug from Sirius. Soft and caring, full of love, he never knew how much he missed those hugs. Regulus let his guard down; he felt like a child again, not wearing his mask and just fully letting himself be consumed by the hug from his father.  

But something wasn’t right Regulus felt the hug get tighter and tighter as if his father had morphed into a boa constrictor. Breathing was getting harder; he could feel Orion shaking- no. Was he crying? “I'm sorry you have to be in a place like this”, orion sobbed as his hand shot up to the back of Regulus' head. The other hand was on his shoulder. The man before him would break his fucking neck if he continued. Regulus choked, gasping for air; he couldn’t get enough to scream, but his arm wasn’t pinned to his side entirely, and the butter knife was still on the table.  

Regulus knew how to get out of this situation with his free arm. He reached out his fingers and brushed the ornate silver handle of the knife; it spun around on the placemat. No! Black spots started to enter his vision. It was now or death at this point. Regulus swayed slightly using the moment he rocked to the left. His fingers brushed the handle again, just enough for him to get a grip on the blade. Regulus plunged the blunt butter knife into his father's neck using the last of his strength. Regulus felt his body go limp as he tried to gasp for air. A warm trickle of blood coated his hand as it dropped to his side. 

Orion let out a scream pulling away from Regulus. The knife was still in his neck; Andromeda was the first to get there. She rushed over to Regulus limp in his chair, his white shirt and hand covered in blood  

“REGULUS!” she shouted as she cradled his head “Reggie, Please look at me. It's Andromeda”, she sobbed; Narcissa followed her sister and screamed at the sight of blood. That was when Walburga had burst into the room face like lightning; Druella wasn’t far behind her as Narcissa ran up to her mother, hiding in the skirts of her gown. Wlaburga took in the scene before her: Orion was on the floor, a knife driven through his neck, but still breathing, unfortunately. Regulus was covered in blood, crying and being cradled by Andromeda. Perfect, she, through no amount of damage control, can keep this mess from going public. Narcissa calmed her tears and looked up at her aunt's calculating features.  

“the girls can stay with Regulus in his room while I take him to St. Mungos, as far as the family knows. Orion did this to himself. Make sure that if the blasted profit gets wind of what has happened, they publish that story” Walburga directed it to anyone in the room but mainly Kreature, who was wringing his hands fearfully, waiting for his punishment. Walburag didn’t bother to acknowledge Regulus. She picked Orion up off the floor, slinking his arm over her shoulders; Druella crouched down to Narcissa, kissing her forehead 

“help your sister look after Regulus, please”, she whispered, hugging the beauty; Narcissa nodded, rushing over to where  Andromeda was fussing over Regulus. Drullea headed to where Walburga was with Orion getting his other arm and hoisting him up between them as they headed for the floo.  

Andromeda managed to coax Regulus out of the dining room and back upstairs; he was still tense and shaking. ANrcissa had helped him with his bath making sure he scrubbed the blood from under his nails. Andromeda had checked Regulus over; he seemed to have a few broken ribs, his breathing was still shallow, and the bruising was showing. The best way to heal him was with magic, but none could perform advanced spells like that without the ministry knowing. Bellatrix was old enough, but none of them could trust her enough, and the same went for Alphard and Cygnus. Speaking of  Bellatrix, she was still in the house cackling as usual, but Alphard had kept her entertained and away from the three upstairs. By now, everyone was exhausted Drulla had sent word that Orion was stable but would be kept under close observation for a few days meaning the two mothers wouldn't be home.  

Finally clean and safe in his bed, Regulus was still shutting the girls out. He had screamed for Sirius when they wanted him to take a bath but other than that, he hadn’t uttered a single word to them. It was around 10 pm when the three heard tapping on Regulus' window. None of them got to sleep even though Bellatrix had left and returned with Andromeda and Narcissa's nightclothes; she left promptly, probably on Alphard's orders. The tapping at the window continued, this time with more urgency. Regulus huffed, knowing the other two were deep in hushed conversation. He left his bed, unlocked the window, and Onyx flew in haphazardly from the weight of the box he had clutched in his talons.  

Narcissa shrieked, covering her hair. “Calm down, sissy; it's just Onyx” Regulus' voice was still a horse; Onyx gathered his bearings and went for his perch on Regulus' Desk, carefully dropping the package. Andromeda stood up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear 

 “Who do you think it's from?” She asked. 

“Sirius, of course,” Regulus chirped as he read the tag with Sirius’ handwriting on it. It was cursive but also resembled dragon scratch, not as elegant as Regulus writing, but that gave it its charm. Regulus pulled out his desk chair, taking a seat. Andromeda and Narcissa sat on each end of the desk, excited to see what was in the box after the events at dinner. Even just a letter would brighten their moods. Regulus untangled the ribbon, letting the box collapse, revealing the delicately decorated chocolate yule log, a neatly wrapped sock shape gif and a letter.  

“Mmm, that smells amazing” Narcissa licked her lips, eyeing up the chocolate frosting  

“What does the letter say, reg?” Andromeda asked, inclining her head to the side, trying o read the letter.  

Dear Regulus,  

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!  

In my last letter, I promised you a slice of chocolate cake that I hope Andy and Sissy gave you!  

I hope you are well and doing better with me not there, and please write soon. I do miss you dearly. 

Also, James’ mum has sent you a gift so that you won’t go without; Mrs Potter is very nice. I hope we can meet her in person one day.  

Merry Christmas 

S.O.B 

PS The cake is your present from me, don’t let anyone else eat it! 

Regulus smiled at the letter; he looked over at his cousins, who both were drooling over the cake. Regulus smirked, swiping his index finger through the icing and licking it off. “It's mine. It’s a gift from Sirius!” Regulus chided, a massive smile plastered on his face. He was acting as if he didn’t just stab his father 6 hours ago.  

The three of them feated on the cake finishing it not long after starting it and ultimately making themselves feel sick in the process, but it was worth the chocolate hangover. Regulus passed out first, leaving the two girls to contemplate the day. 

“We have to tell Sirius,” Narcissa whispered 

“What! We can’t; we don’t know how he will react,” Andromeda shot back with a careful whisper not to wake Regulus. 

“so it's fine if he finds out that Orion was Stabbed in the profit. Im telling him!”  

Androma made an angry noise that Narcissa rolled her eyes at as she went to the desk, pulling out a few rolls of parchment.  

******* 

Sirius, James and Remus were still buzzing from the sugar and festive cheer flowing through the castle. It was around 2 am that they had finally wound down enough to pull out some playing cards and play a few rounds of Bullshit* James was on a massive losing streak; Remus was bearly holding on yet winning, and Sirius was just happy playing after having the rules explained to him thrice.  

Usually, owls tend to drop letters off in the morning during breakfast but due to the urgency of the message and the threatening glare of one Narcissa Black. The little Ural Owl flew through the cold Christmas night, tapping frantically on the window, drawing the boy's attention.  

“oi, in’t that your brother's owl?” Remus said between bites of his chocolate frog, pointing at the frazzled owl. Sirius furrowed his brow 

“Yeah. I only sent him home a few hours ago...” Sirius frowned, sliding off James' bed towards the windows. Even though the school is old as fuck, the tower windows open slightly, with just enough room for Onyx, but if it were Bellatix’s oversized eagle owl, it would struggle to fit through.  

Onyx landed on an empty bedpost, dropping the letter in Sirius’ hands. “Weird, it's from Sissy”, Sirius mumbled. 

“Well, don’t let us anticipate what it says,” James asked, revealing his hand to Remus. 

Sirius opened the letter reading it, his face twisting as multiple emotions tried to take over at once. 

Dear S.O.B 

I’m sorry you must hear this from me, but it’s better than getting a tale from the daily profit in the morning, Orion; your father was rushed to St. Mungos earlier today due to Regulus Stabbing him in the neck. Please don’t panic. Reggie is safe with Andy and me, but he has suffered a few bruises and a broken rib from where Orion nearly suffocated him well. It's not good, but he is okay. I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but I had to tell you. Andy and I are staying with Reggie tonight. We managed to get him cleaned up, but I fear he is not the same person we left on that platform in September. he was delighted and thankful for the cake and socks. Andromeda is a little jealous that the great Eufamina Potter has gifted him Socks.  

Please don’t worry yourself over this  

N.B 

Sirius let the letter drop to the floor as he shot out of the tower and down the stairs; James and Remus shared a look. “Well, that can’t be good news”, James stated as he went over to the letter picking it up and reading. Remus watched as James’ face contorted at the information he read. 

“Hope you're not planning on running away as well? Is it cursed or something?” Rmeus asked a little hesitantly. James sighed  

“Worse, I heard his parents a little”, James gestured with his hands. “Weird, but it seems his father nearly killed Regulus. Look,” James pushed the letter to Remus, who read it intently 

“shit.” Remus breathed. 

***** 

Sirius burst out of the portrait hole and continued to rush through the hallways causing the ghosts to turn around in curiosity as Sirius sped through the hallways and up another flight of stairs towards the faculty corridor. Sirius forgot about the time. He was panting hard, his fist hurt as he pounded on the door to Minerva McGonagall’s quarters, and it wasn’t long until she whipped the door open, her tartan dressing gown billowing with the force of her door swinging open. His face was a sight of anger from being woken up at 2 am on boxing day, then twisting into a look only a mother could have when seeing her child red-faced with tear-stained cheeks as she beheld one puffy, red-faced Sirius Black. 

“Mr Black, What on earth is the matter?” Minerva asked, her Scottish accent soothing the roaring tide in Sirius's mind. Sirius's Eyes welled up 

“My brother, I need to go home to Regulus. Professor, please, he got hurt, and I need to help him,” Sirius sobbed. Minerva ushed the raven-haired boy into the rooms; this conversation did not need Peeve’s or any other nosey undead witnesses to hear. That goes for the Painting of Phinesus Black, a previous school headmaster. 

Minerva sat Sirius on the small sofa in her room and sat next to him. “Right, Mr Black, why do you want to go home?” Minerva asked again, her voice calm. Sirus sat and processed the question, filling him with that horrible white-hot rage. The gift from his father was the rage of 1000 men, it seemed. 

“ARE YOU FUCKING MENTAL! WHY DO I WANT TO GO HOME?!” Sirius was seething, he was already pacing, yet Minervra observed like with feline-like eyes, slowly blinking and just letting Sirius vent. “MY BROTHER NEARLY DIED, AND I WAS TOO BUSY HAVING FUN! THAT'S ALL I HAVE BEEN DOING! HAVING FUN,” Sirius's temper simmered slightly as the tears took a choke hold, his voice waving. “I LEFT HIM WITH....With those monsters,” Sirius collapsed onto the floor, his hands shooting for his hair. “I left him and... And I'm a horrible brother. Please let me go home” Sirius was crying now. Full-on waterworks, Minervra knelt on the ground next to Sirius, pulling him into a hug as sob after uncontrollable sob wracked through his body. He tensed as he felt the warmth of her body and her thin arms wrapped around him. 

“Shhh there, there. you are not a terrible brother Sirius” she cooed; Sirius had finally relaxed a little, accepting the embrace. He had never been hugged like this before. Sure, Andromeda had held him, but this was different this felt like he was being protected and loved by a real mother.  

Though Minervra McGonagall was never lucky enough to settle down and star a family of her own she took pride in mothering her students who need one the most. Long ago she had a student in Ravenclaw who lost everything he held close to him in regards to family but felt and found solace in Minervra. Sirius was no different to that boy. Shunned from his partens by being sorted into a less desirable house and now banished from his own home during holidays. Sirius craved love, though he had buckets full to give he felt undeserving of it back because of who is was.  

“how are you so sure” he mumbled, wiping his eyes on his jumper. 

“because you ran to me in the early hours of the morning to go see him. If I am not mistaken that is the bravest and most brotherly thing a borther can do” She smiled at the boy who looked up at her “though I’m sorry I can’t help you. I will see if I can organise something.” 

Sirius sniffed letting out a shakey breath his eyes going heavy, Minervra and sirius stayed on the floor of her quarters for a while longer. She didn’t know what prompted her to sing a soft lullaby. But it helped sirus drift off to sleep. 

A/N: Look, I was struggling with where Orion was going in that conversation, and then I got it as I was walking to work

But why would you think of something so bad, Jess? Well... what's a little suffering ay?

Also, I should be writing a research document for my Script for uni, but I said No, I must write the idea down before it goes into the nether

*bullshit is a card game where you gotta lie about what cards you put down.. look just google it I'm not explaining card game rules. It will fry my brain

[bates--boy]

Maybe if Ashira didn't ask about it, didn't draw attention to it, Peter wouldn't bring what looked like a whole goddamn cargo container into her house. But she watched as the man used his weirdo superhuman strength to hoist it over his head and carry it to her doorstep. So, arms crossed in a way that it supported Sadaf in her shoulder sling, Ashira leaned against her doorjamb. "And what the hell is that?" she asked.

Peter stopped at the first step to wait for Ashira to let him pass. "Stuff for Sadaf!" he said, smiling within the shadow of the crate over his head.

"...Of course..." Ashira stepped out of the way and covered her arms protectively over their baby as Peter struggled to get the crate in, watching him twist it one way and the other. "And don't break my door!"

"Relax, I won't!" And with a wooden crack of the container, Peter squeezed the crate into a slightly dented shape to finally get the thing through. In one of the holes, Ashira could see an unopened and colorful toy package.

In the living room, Peter nudged the coffee table out of the way and set the container down in the emptied space. "Whoo, finally!" He stretched his back and rubbed and rolled his neck. "I think I'm gonna need an ice pack after that."

"Okay, hold on a second," Ashira went to the kitchen and dug out a bag of peas, listening to further groaning and cracking of wood. When she returned, she found Peter squatting by the crate, the top ripped open. She handed the bag of peas to him and sat on the couch, kissing between Sadaf's brow.

The more stuff Peter took out of the crate with one hand, using the other holding the bag of peas to his neck, the more Ashira resisted the urge to pinch and rub the bridge of her nose. "Some of this stuff is going to your place, right?" Ashira asked, because it was going to be a nightmare to rearrange her and Sadaf's room to fit all of this stuff in, even with Naseem's crap gone.

"Of course!"

Ashira had expected the trove to stop, but it just kept going, Peter pulling out one thing after another, stuff that Sadaf wouldn't even need for another few months (no... years, according to Peter and whatever fucked-up law of immortality that dictated these avatars' lives). It was a bottomless pit.

"What is all of this stuff, anyway?" Ashira asked to distract herself from snapping at Peter for all of this... frivolous spending!

"Stuff for Sadaf, like I said!" Peter set the peas on the couch behind him and picked up one of the items he had set in one of the piles. "Uncle Lukas went a little crazy buying some of this stuff, but they're high-end and super awesome! Like this activity tent with a whole bunch of sensory items! It's supposed to boost a preemie's brain development so they can catch up with other babies. And this heated baby pillow--"

"She's going to get too hot with that--"

"Not unless we use the lowest setting! Oh, and this super cute galaxy light with a Bluetooth speaker! And, oh! Her clothes! One of the fashion photographers I work with helped me to get an awesome deal on this stuff! Look at this! A plaid hat and jumper set! Isn't it adorable!" Ashira did have to admit that it was cute, but she had no need to speak when Peter went on, "Oh! And I got this for her!"

He didn't reach in the crate or for one of the piles this time. Instead, he dug into his pants pocket, pulling out a royal blue velvet box with a silver bird -- phoenix? Eagle? -- alloy logo imprinted on top. Peter moved up onto the couch and opened the box, showing Ashira the silver seashell with a tiny pearl inset, set with a delicate-looking silver chain.

"Peter, oh my god," Ashira said, "It's beautiful."

"Ain't it, though?" Peter started taking the necklace out. "I was just going to buy the chain to replace her old one, but my advance was pretty big so I thought, 'why not commission something for Sadaf?"

Ashira looked up into Peter's face. "You had this commissioned? My god, Peter, how much did this cost?!"

"Nothing for you to worry about!" Peter beamed brightly. He reached into the folds of the sling cradling his child, digging in one of the pockets with his fingers until he found just what he was looking for. He pulled it out, careful to not disturb his napping daughter, and laid it on his lap.

The coin would need a bit of polishing, though it did seem like Ashira was trying her best. There was still quite a bit of shine to Princess Joan's profile, and even the wording seemed free of gunk and dust. Though, the hole drilled above the princess's head will need scraping to keep it from rusting and degrading.

But that will come later. Peter unlatched the old chain's hook and slid the coin off, sliding it onto the new chain where it clinked against the seashell charm. Holding it up, Peter cooed to Sadaf, "Look, little chip! Isn't it pretty, just like you!"

And as Peter looped the chain to a smaller size and fitted it over Sadaf's head, Ashira sighed and grinned, shaking her head and feeling warmth bloom in her chest. This little girl is going to have him wrapped around her pinky, she thought.

[miracleweaponhunt]

Miracle Weapon Hunt Chapter 63: One Weapon, Two Lives?

Mia looked over the balcony on the top of Lux to oversee the grands below. On a surface level inspection, everything was as it should be. A few airships flying around, normal looking emissions coming from the factories in places like ShiShi and Gurut. All was well on the surface. But just a little further beyond, where the cluster lay, was a troubling situation. Several computers in Lux were hacked, showing the face of a man calling himself Manuel saying he was from the cluster and that they had at least two important people, showing off Fiorella and Capri in some kind of prison cell. They were safe, but if they wanted to keep it that way, she had to appear to some kind of negotiations. She called Zach as soon as the message got out, and he confirmed that Capri, Fiorella, Cassandra, Julian, and Roxanne had all disappeared. He swore he had nothing to do with it, and made his way over as soon as he able to. He was waiting on the bottom by the ship, and Mia was making final preparations.

"Are you sure the black blazer would make sense?" Her husband asked.

"I'm certain." She nodded calmly as she tried it on. She was hoping to be more diplomatic, but she was half expecting a fight of some kind to break out. So in the case of bloodshed, she could wear a black blazer and trousers above a dark yellow shirt. She felt red would make her intentions too obvious, and while blood on yellow would be noticeable, she could easily cover it up. It could also create a false sense of security to the Legion.

"And are you sure you don't need me?" Her husband asked.

"I'm certain." She said coldly. Her husband had a master of business sense with a wit to match, but his fighting abilities were lacking in basically every area.

"And the sword?"

Zach had a replica made for him before he came. She was almost certain that it would be asked for in return for the kidnapped ones, so a replica would work. With luck, they wouldn't know how to activate a relic, and by the time they knew they were deceived, it would be too late for them.

She descended using the elevator, seeing the people go about their lives. The interior of Lux was as bright as the skies future, a glistening white with important politicians and businessmen helping to guide it. Slightly below them were the stars. The movie stars, producers looking for their next hit, and people lounging about trying to get noticed and put in some kind of production and hopefully get an important contract from that alone. But what united them was being Lux. There was a stereotype that Lux were self important, that they didn't have time for anyone else. While there was tragically some truth to that statement, they were all busy. Most of them wanted what everyone else wanted. Peace among ships and a world in which everyone is free to pursue the life they want. And while she wasn't one to brag, she felt she and the other Lux did a fine enough job.

When she reached the bottom floor, Zach was waiting with an empty bowl next to him.

"We ready?" He asked, getting up and loading himself on the ship without any further explanation.

The ride was silent. Zach stood deep in thought, eyes shut, looking like a statue while Mia drove. She knew Zach was stewing on just how to handle the people waiting for them inside the Cluster. She just knew he'd try appealing to their emotions with some speech about better lives and promising clean slates. And the worst part is that he meant it. But with so many people on the Cluster, one of them was bound to take up the offer with devious intentions. Still, she had to break down barriers to form some kind of dialogue. It was her job, after all.

"May I offer you a coffee?" She asked, trying her best to look neutral.

"Goes right through me." He said calmly, his eyes remaining unopened.

"I see." Mia nodded. As if he was looking at her to disagree. "Well, maybe a snack will help you to calm your nerves."

"My nerves are calm enough, thanks."

The barrier was up. She wasn't getting through to him, and he probably knew he wasn't getting to her. She envisioned an iron wall between them, as he probably was. The silence continued, until they were informed that they were at the Cluster.

When they stepped off, they were greeted by a series of young looking people in front of the door leading to the rest of the place, seven in total. The one in the middle, a girl that couldn't be any older than fifteen, stepped up to greet the two of them.

"You two are Mia and Zach, correct?" She asked after flicking through a shoddily made handbook. "The masters are upstairs. There will be someone on the level to tell you to stop climbing."

The six teenagers in front of the door formed two orderly lines, three at each side. The two did as obliged, going up the seemingly endless supply of stairs. After what felt like an eternity to Mia, the two were at the top. Another young boy was smiling at them, who looked about the same age as the people in the hangar.

"This is the floor you're looking for."

The two stepped out, and the leader of Chelic was stood there. He was dressed so…casually. A man in a smart suit stood next to him, alongside eight other young people stood behind him. A large woman in a flannel shirt was holding both Fiorella and Capri. Both at least looked alive. But there was no sign of the other three.

"If it isn't my favourite rulers!" The suited man yelled, going up to pat them both on the shoulder, grabbing them both closer for a group hug. He excitedly sprang back to his posse.

"Now, I know you've never seen me in the flesh, but I'm Chelic. Real deal. I call the shots, and I've been tracking down your little weapons."

"We're aware." Mia said, her heart being filled with nothing but burning hatred.

"Yeah, it's hard not to be these days." Chelic shrugged. "Anyway, we've prepared some light refreshments for ya. We got juice, biscuits, a couple chocolates, even!" He clapped his hands, and a scrawny man near the back approached with a platter containing everything he described.

"I ate on the way here." Zach said, calmly pushing the man away.

"I'd like to discuss your prisoners." Mia asked.

Chelic looked absentminded for a brief second, but the words hit his brain as his face exploded into a smile.

"Oh right, the prisoners! Look, I'm gonna be honest. You guys hitting my place? Not cool."

"I assure you, we had nothing to do with this. We wanted this outcome as much as you do." Mia said calmly.

"Although I should mention, you were the ones who invaded my country and took Cassandra first." Zach said calmly. "May I ask the reason for that?"

"Yeah, that." Chelic nodded. "Look, I found my long lost niece, who I have legal ownership of, and knew she wouldn't come without a fight. So I took her back. May have gone a little overboard, but we can look past that, right?"

"Where's the proof you're related?" Mia asked.

"Well, I don't have the documents…buuut neither do you. And they don't exist because we don't have birth certificates here."

"Listen." Zach said, walking straight up to Chelic. "I'm gonna need you to shut up and tell us where she is."

"I was getting to that." Chelic replied through gritted teeth. "Look, I'll be honest. Thanks to a guy who went insane and attacked me, she's a little…on the surface right now. Might be alive, probably not."

"Excuse me?" Mia asked. She put her hand on her sword for a brief second.

"Look, this wasn't my plan, okay?" Chelic said as he put his hands up. "The shield of Sangaria and Bow of Saoloro was taken with them too, okay? This is a bad day for everybody."

"Look, we can try to figure something out later." Mia sighed, putting a hand on Zach's shoulder. "Let's discuss the two here."

"Ah, the accomplices!" Chelic chuckled. "Look, let's just get to it, okay? Give me a relic weapon, can be either of yours, and you get them back. Sound good?"

"That's hardly a fair trade." Mia asked.

"I know, right?" Chelic replied while slumping over and faking a miserable expression. "One relic for two people. If you truly cared, you'd give two, but then there's a chance you'd let them die, and more of that'd be a mess for me too, considering what went down yesterday. One of my people, don't worry."

"Well, Mia?" Zach sighed with a pained expression. "What's the verdict?"

"We can get the weapon back later." Mia sighed, unsheathing the replica sword and handing it to an excited Chelic. He was clearly trying not to squeal. He returned rapidly to a neutral position, snapped his fingers, and the two girls were let go, so they immediately scampered behind Zach.

"So I'm guessing we can go now?" he asked.

"Hey now, I'm happy to let you stay a while." Chelic said calmly as he handed the weapon to his assistant. "Unless you gotta leave quick because you're somehow messing with us."

Chelic stared at Mia, intentionally bugging his eyes out in an attempt to look intimidating. It didn't work on her, but both heroes flinched a little.

"It's just that we have countries to run." Mia said calmly. There was no way to prove the weapon was fake, at least at a glance. Or so she hoped.

"Look, if I may ask something." Zach said, cutting between the two. "What is it you want with these weapons?"

"I wanna take over the Skyspace, duh?" Chelic asked.

"For what ends?"

"Because you people are sick." Chelic said, all jovial tones quickly leaving his voice. "You destroyed the world below, leaving when it too much to bear. And me? I'm the revolution, baby."

Zach sighed, getting down on his knees and kneeling before Chelic.

"Look, if it makes you happy, I fully apologise for what my ancestors did. I'm not sure if I can even make it up to you, but I'm willing to try."

"Nah." Chelic replied. "I get the plan. Become a citizen of your little place, be used as a puppet to try and say no to any actual change, and no problems actually get solved."

"If you tell me what the problems are, we can work towards fixing them!"

Zach got back to his feet, his façade of calm quickly turning to anger.

"Look, I'm not going to say I have all the answers, or that everything is perfect. But I can say one thing. That the world where the people and rulers work in tandem for a better tomorrow. Because the one thing I can guarantee is that you'll be taken better care of with us than if you stay here."

The sound of psychotic laughter filled the room. The girl in flannel who held the girls was looking at Zach, and she went up to meet him. She nearly caught up to him in both height and physique. She threw a punch, sending him flying back against the wall. He put his hands up to block the next attack, which came quicker than he could react.

"Hey Aubrey, duck!"

Chelic pointed the fake sword to Zach, while the girl ducked less then a second after hearing the order.

"No fucking way." Chelic chuckled. "I knew you were lying to me! I knew it was fake!"

He ran towards Mia, who responded by taking another sword and blocking his slash.

"Yep, seems plans fell flat! Guys, feel free to kill at will!"

[rommahh]

{there’s a first time for everything. I just wrote smut…lol}

Part 1

Harry strolled into the hotel room high off of adrenaline. Night one of Chicago leaving him feeling his best and his love waiting for him back at the room making him even more excited. Their pre-show activities left him on edge, blood rushing to his nether regions every time he thought of you.

He pushed the hotel room door open, slipping his boots off by the door. He followed the long hallway down to the bedroom and was graced with you wrapped in your favorite blanket, face smushed into his pillow.

You had one bare leg slipping out of the blanket making Harry come closer to run a gentle hand over the soft skin. He smiled at your sleeping figure before placing a kiss ontop of your head. He did want a little something from you after his concert but having seen you seen you so deep in sleep- he only wanted for you to rest.

Harry slipped into the shower quietly without realizing your slowly awaking form. You rolled from your spot in bed, stretching wide as you feel your muscles relax. You hear the shower running meaning that your boyfriend was home from his show.

Your core tingled thinking about what could happen after he gets out of the shower. You stand from the bed and fold the blanket, setting it to the side.

You walk over to the vanity to try and make yourself look less like you’ve just had the best nap of your life. Your lingerie was rumpled a little but with a few tugs, it fell back in place. Spotting an unopened bottle of champagne, you walk over to it and turn the two glasses over right side up.

Popping the bottle open, successfully with no spills, you pour two glasses and walk them over to the bedside tables. You sat yourself in the middle of the bed with your glass and scrolled through Twitter to look at some of the shows highlights.

Harry walked out of the bathroom freshly cleaned, boxers on, ready to cuddle his girl into the morning. He was throughly surprised to see said girl sitting against the headboard dressed in her prettiest lingerie.

“Holy…” Harry trails off gobsmacked by the sight. The nude color of the lingerie complimented your skin color, your legs smooth as ever (though Harry could care less if there was hair anywhere on your body because he was just obsessed with you.)

Your head shot up from where you were looking at your phone. You gave Harry a small smile before placing your glass down and crawling on your knees to the edge of the bed. “Hi baby.”

“I thought you were sleeping.” He murmurs dropping his damp towel down to the floor. He had it wrapped around his shoulders for his hair while wearing bright purple boxers to sleep in. He walked towards you slowly, eyes taking in everything that he could.

Your breast were hidden away by the stops of fabric covering them. Your hips were hugged by the lace, the skirt of the fabric flowing around your butt. Harry thought you looked gorgeous beyond belief. His hand came forward to stroke a finger down your throat and down the plunging v of your lingerie.

“You’re not as quiet as you think. Heavy ass feet.” You joke. He playfully snarls at you making you laugh. You lean forward on your haunches capturing his lips in yours. His hands wound around your body resting comfortable in the bare skin of your bottom.

He let his hands dip under the fabric of your underwear to feel more skin, inching closer and closer to your core.

You slipped back from him pushing his hands off of you. Moving back to the mass of pillow, you lay back with a cheeky grin. Harry stood at the end of the bed, slightly leaning forward entranced by you. Your legs fall apart inviting Harry to climb in between them.

The underwear clung to your lower lips beautifully making Harry’s dick swell uncomfortably. He wasted no time launching onto the bed and ontop of you. He ferociously kissed your neck and cleavage making you giggle.

“You look delectable.” He growled making your stomach flutter. The fabric covering your chest was moved to the side revealing your pretty breast. Your nipples perked from arousal. His mouth pecked both breast, sucking the right nipple in. You pushed your chest further towards him, his other hand pinching the lonely nipple. Removing himself from your chest, he moved down your body before nestling on the bed between your spread legs. You looked down at him to see him staring intently at your core. You were sure there was a patch of wetness on the lace. “Let me take this off?”

You nodded giving him the ok to help you remove the underwear. Pushing your legs further apart, he watched as your lips parted, slick following in strings connecting from each lip. His head dropped to the bed at the sight, trying to contain his excitement. You blushed at his reaction. He never failed to make you feel like the most gorgeous girl in the room.

The first swipe of his tongue between your legs made you moan out from shock. He started soft and sweet and gradually become more vigorous. His tongue fumbled with your clit, knocking it up and down, side to side. You gripped the pillows beside you trying to not cum on the spot.

His right hand came up to your weeping hole, index fingers circling the hole to tease you. You whimpered at the feeling.

“Baby please, want you in me.” You whispered with eyes clenched shut. With one last suckle to your clit, Harry tipped two fingers in your hole before he sat up on his haunches. You whined at the loss of contact.

“Don’t be greedy, was enjoying a meal there.” You flick him at his comment. He gave you a boisterous laugh hands pushing his boxers down. His dick slapped against his stomach, the red tip gleaming with pre cum. Your left hand left the pillow, reaching out for his dick. He scooted closer to you, his folded legs propping your limp ones over his. Your core was moments away from his- the heat burning him.

You wrapped your hand around the tip, spreading his arousal around only at the top. He hissed at the feeling, bottom lip being tugged into his mouth. It was his turn to moan, soft sounds escaping his lips at your teasing. He pushed your hand away before pushing his cock down on your warm heat. You both gasped as he rubbed himself between your lips, your wetness spreading everywhere.

You couldn’t contain your noises as he nudged your clit. Without warning he leaned over you, arms on either side of you, and pushed into your slick hole. You felt like you could cry because of how good it felt. Harry basked in your soft cry of pleasure, his own sounds stuck deep within him.

Your walls snuggly grasped him, every thrust met with a tight grip. He kissed all over your face before meeting your lips. Your hands gripped his slim waist as you begged for more.

“Want more? Not giving you enough?” He taunted, pushing your legs by the back of your knees, he spread you out more. His dick started reaching new depths, hitting the spongy patch that made you squeal.

“God, Harry!” He sped up more, tip barely brushing your cervix. Tears leaked from your eyes from the pleasure. You felt like you could feel every part of him from the veins to the ridges of his tip. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it.” That’s all it took before the tightening in your stomach exploded. You shuddered uncontrollably as he continued to pound into you searching for his own release. You quickly felt another build up with in you, your loud moans of pleasure filling the spacious room.

He hit your g spot one more time causing you to clench around him with such a force that made made him cum into you. His sounds of please, deep guttural groans made your ears ring. You felt him paint your walls as another orgasm coursed through your body. He continually said your name as he came down from his high.

“I love you, I love you, I love you. All mine.” He whispered laying down ontop of you, soft cock still inside of you. You kissed his head reciprocating the love. “Gonna be my wife.”

You felt more tears release from your eyes from his words. The idea of being with Harry for the rest of your life overwhelming you in the most positive way.

You both laid in each other’s arms caressing each other. There was this physical connection in between you (aside from him actually being in you) that brought you two closer together. This connection reminded you two of why you were together. You guys loved each other beyond words.

“Gotta pee.” You say breaking the quiet silence. You feel Harry’s chest rumble with laughter above you. “You must carry me, please and thank you.”

“Yes, your highness.” He slipped out of you, the feeling making you both become covered in chills.

Returning to the room, you waited on the bed as Harry dig through your suitcase looking for your favorite undies. He triumphantly yelled when he finally found them. He bowed at your claps of congratulations before helping you into them. He helped you take off the soft lace lingerie, slipping your hoodie over your head.

Under the covers, Harry spooned you from behind, your head resting one his right arm as his left arm sat over your waist.

“Love you.” He mumbles into your hair. You grasp his hand in yours kissing each knuckle.

“Love you more.”

[seokiie]

𝙸𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍?

+ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘉𝘛𝘚 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘺-𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

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On AO3 || part two

Okay.

Okay. You're okay. You'll be fine. You take a deep breath.

Today was like any other day. You'd just gotten out of your last class of the day and you were heading to work. You were a simple college student (as were most of your coworkers) and the barista job you had at the little cafe right off campus was your only source of income. It paid surprisingly well so you never complained.

The last thing you were expecting when you open the glass doors of the coffee shop is to see a camera crew setting up lights and cameras and-

Is that fucking BTS?

Your eyes grow wide and you have to blink a few times to make sure it's real.

"Hey, y/n, what are you staring... at..." The familiar chime of someone else entering the shop snaps you out of your daze. When you turn around, you meet another pair of shocked eyes. They belong to your close friend, who also worked as a barista.

"Are you fucking seeing what I'm seeing right now..?" Your friend points a shaky finger to the seven handsome Korean men talking to the director. You quickly grab her arm and pull it down to her side when you notice one of the men, with curly hair and particularly dark eyes look over to the two of you. You offer an awkward smile and he simply turns back to focus his attention back on the director.

"Fuck, fuck. He looked at us. He saw you pointing." You whisper yell at your friend before grabbing her hand and dragging her behind the counter and into the back room. It was the only safe place left in the entire cafe that wasn't crowded with security and staff.

"Did our manager say anything about a worldwide boy group showing up to our tiny little urban cafe? Because I sure as hell don't remember it." Your friend paces around the small area of the backroom. The place was jammed with unopened packs of coffee beans and various cardboard boxes.

"No. No, I don’t think he did. Do you think we were supposed to come in for work today? What if they kick us out?" You open the door slightly, peering out into the open area of the coffee shop. It looked like the camera crew finally finished setting up and everyone was getting into their positions. "Ah, they're starting."

Now it’s your friend’s turn to grab your hand. Her nails practically dig into your wrist as she drags you out the room and towards where the camera crew is set up. No one seems to pay you two much attention as they're too focused making sure they had the right angles.

"Look, we can see everything from here without getting in the way." The municipal cafe you worked at was wide and open meaning there was lots of rooms for the hand-carved dark oak tables and big comfortable armchairs that littered the area. Your friend effectively pushes you down into one of the chairs before taking a seat across from you. She was right, you could see everything from here. And you were just out of frame.

The recording starts with the Bangtan boys saying something familiar in Korean and the director explaining... something in Korean. Suddenly, you're wishing you had English subtitles in real life.

It doesn't occur to you until various well-known tools and ingredients are placed in front of the seven guys that they're filming a run BTS episode. You probably should've figured that out sooner. As your eyes skim over the numerous appliances, you also figured out what they're doing. They're learning how to make professional handmade coffee. You guess it's safer than letting them use the bigger machines.

As the recording progresses, you find yourself laughing at how bad they are at following directions. You'd think seven guys who were skilled at learning and mastering choreography could follow basic instructions about using a Moka pot. Boy, were you wrong.

But surprisingly enough, one of them is doing pretty damn good. Actually, he's doing really fucking good!

It's Taehyung, you recognize immediately.

Your eyes follow the curly-haired man’s movements closely. His hands are working expertly against the coffee bean grinder. It's mesmerizing and oh, so satisfying watching the way the veins in his hands and arms bulge as he pushes the top of the grinder down to activate the machine. You bite your lip as your brain slowly flooded with images of those hands around your neck or the way his big hands would cover the expanse of your thighs. Have you always had a hand kink? If not, you do now.

Your eyes drift upward, stopping briefly to admire how sexy he looks in an apron. He's wearing a white button-down shirt underneath it with about four buttons undone. The sliver of skin showing has you reeling.

And then your eyes stop at his face. That beautiful jawline, the perfect curl of his hair, and that dark, hooded look in his eyes. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was looking at... at...

Holy shit, he was looking at you.

You watch as a smirk forms on his face. He'd obviously caught you eyeing him up and at the moment, he was absolutely eating up the way you shifted under his inculpative glare. You nervously look around as if saying, 'you're looking at me? Are you sure?' and he lets out a little laugh in response, his wicked smirk turning into a genuine smile before his focus is back on his coffee beans.

You let out a breathless sound.

Is this what people call a 'y/n moment'?

The recording continues for the next hour as they tried different methods of making coffee. You alternated between watching the show and talking to your friend but throughout that time, you kept feeling a pair of eyes on you, especially when your attention shifted to your friend in front of you. As she talks about how annoying some guy in her psychology class is, you can practically feel Taehyung’s eyes boring through the side of your head and into your soul.

Maybe you just thought he was looking at you. You were such an ordinary person. What would Taehyung- rich, sexy, famous, talented Taehyung want with a boring girl like you?

But you still wanted to test it. You wanted to see if he was really looking at you. If he was staring at you so intently, it had to mean something right?

You look around you to make sure you're not in the line of sight of any cameras before standing up, your friend stops her story to ask where you're going.

"Not going anywhere..." You stand beside your chair and adjust your skirt that had ridden up from you sitting down. "I just wanna stretch real quick."

Taehyung watched as you stood up, his eyes were drawn to the insane amount of thigh you were showing. If your skirt had ridden up any higher, he's sure he'd get a good look at something he's not supposed to see. His grip on the table in front of him tightens at the thought and he's lucky no one notices the way his knuckles turn white.

In your opinion, your outfit wasn't anything special. It was a simple red crop top paired with a black pencil skirt that hugged your waist and hips nicely. Now that you were standing up, Taehyung could get a good look at your body.

You raise your arms up slightly so your hands were behind your head. The action inadvertently brings your crop top up higher and pulls it tighter against your chest. You weren't completely sure if Taehyung was still watching, but to top it all off you tilt your head back slowly, letting your face twist into one of pleasure as you show off how amazing it feels to stretch your body.

When you open your eyes and look back towards Taehyung, you almost stumble back into your chair. To be completely honest, you didn't think he'd have any sort of reaction but you were greatly mistaken.

His lips were wet and parted slightly as if he'd just licked them and his eyes were iniquitous and clouded with lust. He was looking at you as if the only thing stopping him from taking you apart was the bright flashing red light on the cameras.

His stare has you stumbling back into your seat, your eyes not leaving his for a second. It feels like you're locked in place, like you're not allowed to look away until he orders you to.

"You're so extra." Your friend’s voice is kind of distant and quiet but it's all you need to snap out of the weird limbo between you and Taehyung.

"Huh?"

"I said you're extra. You stretched and made it look like you were having the best orgasm of your life." She laughs and you roll your eyes in response. When you look back at Taehyung, he's conversing with his bandmates like nothing even happened.

The filming finishes up rather quickly. The time you don't spend gushing at the seven men, you spend quietly squealing with your coworker friend. It feels as if it's over as quickly as it started, though, and as the camera crew starts to load their things into their vans, your manager instructs you to get to your station. He tells your coworker to focus on opening the shop once everyone leaves and she walks away with an "ai ai, cap'n".

The weird ordeal with Taehyung completely slips your mind as you walk behind the counter and put your apron on. First, you had to check to make sure all the machines were working and then you could-

"Hey."

The voice is deep and very familiar.

Fuck.

"Hi! I mean, hi." Your brain is a jumbled mess as you turn around and you're greeted by a tall, handsome man on the other side of the counter. Taehyung approached you. Taehyung is talking to you. Breathe.

"You're, uhh..." You watch expectantly as the man searches for the words. Somehow, his thinking face makes you feel a little less intimidated. "You're a coffee woman. You make... coffee here." He concludes and at first, you're a bit confused until you figure out what he's trying to say. You let out a little laugh.

"Yeah, I work here. I'm a barista." Taehyung tilts his head at your words.

"Barista... Ah, sorry, my English. It's not good." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and your heart practically swells in your chest. He's so cute, oh god. He's so cute and hot at the same time.

"No, no! It's okay!" You raise your hands up in a calming motion before silence falls between you two. You're first to speak up.

"Should we- can I- do you want me to make you something?" You mentally slap yourself for your stutter. Taehyung finds it endearing.

"Make me coffee?" Taehyung asks to make sure he understood you correctly. You nod in response. "You can make Americano?"

"Yeah, I can make you an Americano!" You turn to load the right beans into the grinder but a quick 'jamkkanman!' stops you in your tracks. That’s a Korean word you understand. You look back at him and raise your eyebrows.

"I want to watch, uhh, I want to learn how to do it. Not-Korean style." His smile is nervous, worried if he said the right thing. Without much thought, you usher him behind the counter. You weren't allowed to let customers behind the counter but you're sure the higher-ups would let you make an exception.

"Ok, I'll show you. First, you have to measure the beans." You say simply as you pour a couple of grams of coffee beans on the scale. As your adding and reducing the beans to get the right amount, you're starting to become hyperaware of the man standing behind you. You left space for him to stand at your side but he still chose to stand directly behind you. It was getting hard to concentrate when you could feel the heat radiating off his body.

"Those are too many beans, you know? This is how America does it?" Alarms start going off in your head as he steps closer (if that was even possible). His chest was pressed flush against your back now as he peered over your shoulder.

"N-no, uh... I put too many..." You try to take out some of the coffee beans and put them back in the bag but all you can focus on is the way Taehyung's hands casually find themselves on your hips. Ok, it was certain now. He was doing this on purpose.

"Hmm, too little now. I think maybe..." His voice drops to a whisper and his lips are pressed against the shell of your ear. You bite your lip to suppress a moan threatening to crawl out your throat. "... Maybe you're distracted."

"I'm not... fuck." The bag of beans slip out your hands and fall onto the scale when Taehyung pulls your hips back against his. There's something heavy pressing against you, something that you would only compare to a log.

"Mm, pretty girl with a dirty mouth." He growls and rocks your hips slowly against his, pulling you against him in slow, teasing motions. Your body is starting to heat up and you're not sure if its because Taehyung is essentially fucking you through layers of your clothes or because of his subtle compliment.

"Is there... eunmilhan place?" Taehyung's grip on your hips loosens and you turn around to give him a confused look.

"Place where there's no one?" His eyebrow raises and your eyes light up. He was asking for a more secluded area. You knew just the place.

Very few people had a key to the backroom which made it the perfect place to hide away with the idol. Speaking of which, you're about to fuck an idol. Not just any idol but Kim Taehyung. Maybe that fact hasn't hit you yet. You wonder if he'll make you sign an NDA after.

You flick the light on in the small room before locking the door. The last thing you need is for a coworker to walk in. That would be especially bad.

As soon as you slip the keys into the pocket of your apron, Taehyungs hands are gripping both your wrists and bringing them above your head, effectively slamming you back against the door in the process.

"Taehyung-" Your head tilts back against the door when the curly-haired man presses his thigh between your legs. You were so pent up and touch starved. You were just thankful he was giving you something, anything.

"Hey, you know, in Korea... younger girl has to call older guy oppa. It shows respect." The pressure Taehyung is putting on your clit has you soaking through your panties and your brain struggling to keep up with his words.

"More, ah, please!" With Taehyung holding your wrists above your head and his knee between your leg, you're practically trapped against the door. It makes rubbing against him futile.

"Aishh, such a bad girl. So disobedience. Maybe I shouldn't touch you..." Your eyes shoot open at those words. Not only did you and Taehyung have so little time but the thought of him leaving you unfinished was simply unacceptable.

"Taehyung, please, please!" You whine into the crook of his neck but he doesn't let up. What more does he want from you?

"Call me oppa." Taehyung’s fingers twist themselves into the hair at the back of your head, pulling you back so you were looking straight into his half-lidded, lust-filled eyes. You open your mouth and close it in response.

You weren't completely sure if he was being serious but the way his lips parted, his eyes dropping down to your mouth and staring at them expectantly, it was hard to believe he was joking.

You licked your dry lips and sure enough, Taehyung follows the movement.

"O-oppa?" You feel a bit awkward saying the word seriously, your accent, or lack thereof making you feel self-conscious.

"So cute and shy. Weren't you teasing me so confident earlier?" Taehyung smirks as he kisses down your jaw and you subconsciously let your head tilt to the side, inviting his pretty lips to your neck. "Tell oppa what you want."

"I want you- I want oppas fingers inside me... please?" A growl leaves Taehyungs throat at your words and he says something in Korean that you couldn't quite catch. Almost immediately, he's using both his hands to grab the back of your thighs, lifting you up easily. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist and your arms around his neck. The way he has you pressed back against the door makes holding you up effortless and comfortable.

Taehyung slides your pencil skirt up till it bunches up at your waist and your soaked panties are exposed. He makes a sound of approval.

"You're so wet already, shibal. I want to eat it so bad but no time. Open." Two of Taehyungs fingers are prodding at your lips before you part them slightly and he's sliding them in. Your tongue works deftly around the digits and Taehyungs eyes don't leave yours for a second.

It all happens so quickly, Taehyung pushing your panties to the side in one easy motion, then a pair of spit-soaked fingers slipping into you with ease. You let out a moan of pleasure and a bit of surprise when the two fingers curl inside you. After easily finding your g-spot, Taehyung doesn't hold back. He fucks his fingers into you with quick, sharp motions, scissoring them in an attempt to stretch you out even farther. Lord knows you'll need it.

"Ah, Fuck, Taehyung..." As soon as the needy whines leave your mouth, Taehyung is pulling his fingers out of you with a wet foop. He licks the fingers soaked with your juices, a look of satisfaction on his face before he shakes his head.

"Ah ah, what did I say to call me?" He raises an eyebrow expectantly, his thumb coming up to swipe across your lips in a slow, carnal manner that has a spark of something igniting low in your belly.

"Oppa... oppa, sorry! Please fuck me." Taehyungs thumb drops down to your lower lip, pushing it down slightly so they were parted before pressing a starved kiss to your lips. You let out a mix between a sigh and a moan, relieved to finally have his lips on yours. His tongue works expertly in your mouth and you can't help but whimper, the sound muffled by his lips.

"God, you're sexy when you beg. I can't wait anymore. Can I put it inside you?" Taehyung's hand grips your chin and tilts your head up just a bit so you were looking into his eyes again. His eyes sparkled with something, if you didn't know any better you'd think it was desperation.

You nod your head quickly. At this point, Taehyungs cock felt like your life force and without it you might die.

Taehyung lets you palm at the very defined bulge in his pants before unzipping his slacks and pulling his underwear down just enough to remove his cock from the confines of his boxers and holy shit.

It's massive.

Taehyung's cock is big and heavy in your hands. It's thick and lengthy and the longer you stare at it the more it twitches with interest.

"Ah, it's embarrassing... if you stare..." Taehyung bites his lip as his length jerks upward, blobs of precum beading up at his tip.

"It's so- what if- I don’t know if it can fit..." You stare down in awe. You've never seen anyone so... well endowed? You're kind of scared he might split you in half.

"Wah, a lot say that, you know? But they can take it!" Taehyung looks up at you with an almost innocent smile on his face, a hint of red still on his cheeks and at the tip of his ears. "Your pussy wraps prettily around my fingers so... so I want to see it... I want to see it wrap prettily around my cock..."

You're a bit shocked at his lewd words but you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on. Reluctantly, you brace your arms on his shoulders, perching yourself right above Taehyung's length as he angles it towards your folds. His other hand is gripping your ass and effectively spreading you open further.

"Are you ready? I'll put it inside now." He sounds awfully polite for someone about to literally rearrange your guts. You tuck your face into the crook of his neck and let out a quiet 'Mhm'.

You can feel yourself throbbing as Taehyung eases just the head of his cock inside of you. How is it that you already felt so stretched? You whimper against his neck, trying your best to stay quiet as sparks of pain and pleasure surge through you.

It would be a lie to say Taehyung wasn't having as hard of a time as you were. He wanted so desperately to just pull you down onto his cock and fuck you ruthlessly into the door but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you. His hand trembles against your ass as he struggles to sit you down on his length slowly.

"Fuck, so big, you're so big, oppa.." You bite down at the skin between Taehyungs neck and collarbone and he lets out a low groan in response, squeezing your ass in an attempt to keep you from sliding all the way down onto him.

His tip had just barely made it past your entrance and despite some of his length already being inside, you already felt so full. There's no way he'd be able to fit inside you completely-

Your jumbled train of thought is cut off suddenly by the doorknob beside you jerking rapidly, followed by a series of rhythmic knocks on the door. In a moment of sudden panic, Taehyung's hand, the one that was holding you up, snaps up and presses against the door like it might open at any second.

But if Taehyung's hand wasn't holding you up anymore...?

"Ahh!! Ahah! Fuck, Taeh-" Instantaneously, you're dropped onto Taehyung's cock, his length filling you up completely and sending waves of pleasure and pain through you as his cockhead jabbed tenaciously at your cervix. At that, you're letting out a series of uncontrollably loud moans and he's slapping a hand over your mouth.

"Y/n? Are you in there? What happened?" It's your coworker’s voice. Fuck. The door handle jiggles some more and Taehyung's making an urgent face at you. He removes his hand from your mouth slowly, making sure not to move too much so you don't make a 'suspicious' sound.

"Ha-huh? I'm, fuck, I'm in here. Getting... espresso beans." Your brain is a jumbled mess and you're honestly surprised you were able to get the words out semi-coherently.

"Uh... okay? Grab some milk as well when you're done." You hear light steps walking away from the door and Taehyung can finally let out a breath of air he didn't know he was holding.

"You're okay? Does it hurt?" Behind the thick haze of desire in his eyes, there's worry. You'd feel thankful if not for the sharp pain curling around your lower abdomen and shooting through your body.

"Hurts, Oppa... Please move." He was so big inside you and every time you shifted he was pressing against a new spot that you didn't even know existed. Not only that, but the tip of his cock was prodding at your cervix and you needed him to move.

He follows your commands almost immediately as if he was waiting for those exact words, leaning you back against the door completely before pistoning his hips into you at a rate you would not describe as leisurely.

Taehyung's fucking into you with enough force that each thrust has you sliding up and down against the door, accompanied by the door rattling quietly every time he pulled out and trusted back in. Your nails dig helplessly into his back as you let out wanton moans against his neck, an almost fruitless attempt at trying to stay quiet.

"So tight and warm. Feel so good inside you." Taehyungs lets out an airy moan, his breath fanning against your ear every time he fucked into you. "So loud, too. You want, hnng, want for them to catch us?"

One of Taehyung's hands finds itself in your hair, pulling your head back roughly so you were looking back at him with dazed eyes. The action almost felt intimate, the way he was staring at you with so much hunger as he drilled you against the door, the way his eyes dropped down to your mouth as you bit your lip to suppress a moan.

"More, more! Ha-ah, Taehyung, I'm about- gonna-" The words stumble from your mouth breathlessly and Taehyung lets out a mix between a growl and a laugh, pulling your hair to the side so your neck was fully exposed for him.

"So bad, so demanding. Did you forget my name? Already?" Taehyung presses faint kisses to your jaw before trailing lower. You plead when Taehyung sucks a light hickey into your neck, licking it over as if to soothe it. "Don't you dare come."

It's an order but his cock is filling you up so nicely, squeezing against every single one of your erogenous zones even when he was simply pulling out to thrust back in. He's pulsing inside you and you can practically feel him in your throat. How does he expect you not to come??

"Oppa! Oppa, please! Fuck, I'm- I can't hold it-" You tried your best to hold off but you were fighting a losing battle. His cock was abusing that special spot inside you, pounding it with every move of his hips and it was exactly that that pushed you over the edge. Well, that and the feeling of him sucking constant hickeys into your collarbone.

"Ileon jenjang..." Taehyung whines as you tighten around him. White blotches cloud your vision as your orgasm curls in your abdomen and washes over you like a wave. "Wanna finish inside... wanna fill- fill you up... want it so bad... but can't."

Taehyung's words become less coherent and start to switch between English and Korean the closer he gets until he's pulling out and breathlessly instructing you to get on your knees, still pumping himself quickly as you follow the order.

"Wanted- wanted to come on that pretty face as soon as I seen- saw you this morning. Shibal! Open your- open your mouth, jagi." Post orgasm bliss was still thrumming through your body as you looked up at Taehyung through your eyelashes. His teeth were clenched tightly, a low growl escaping from his throat as he looked down at you and pumped himself faster, harder.

The picture of Taehyung throwing his head back, opening and closing his mouth with inaudible moans as he squeezed his cock harder is one you'll never forget. Even if you wanted to.

Ropes and ropes of translucent, sticky cum shoot at your face, some of it landing on your lips and cheeks but most of it landing on your tongue. You make a satisfied sound when you swallow it all down, licking away the excess on your lips.

"Fucking sexy." Taehyung laughs, patting the top of your head gently before gripping your chin and pulling you up in a deep kiss. You'd be lying if you said it didn't catch you off guard. Guys never usually kissed you after coming in your mouth. The way his tongue works has your body flushing and your head thoughtless. You let out a quiet moan into his mouth.

When Taehyung's lips separate from yours, a string of saliva is the only thing still connecting you and your legs suddenly feel weak again. You and the taller man stare at each other for what felt like hours, just examining how wrecked you two were.

"Ah, the time! We're leaving now. I should leave first." Taehyung is the first to pull away, using his thumb to wipe away any of the clear substance still lingering on your face. You pull your lips into a slight pout before soothing your skirt down with your hands. Having sex with an idol, you knew it'd end like this but you were still allowed to be disappointed.

"I don't want manager-nim to find out this happened. It can be our little secret. Here." Taehyung rustles through his pants and hands you his phone. You're confused. What does he want you to do with his phone?

After a beat of silence and you holding his phone idly, he finally speaks.

"Your number."

"Seriously?" You raise your eyebrows, shocked.

"Seriously. If I visit here again, I'll call. We can meet." He fixes his pants and adjusts his clothes to look less sloppy, less like he just had the best sex of his life.

"There's so much else I want to do to you."

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[© seokiie]

[I do not allow any translating, editing, reposting, or use of any my work!!]

[poptod]

Will You? (Rami Malek x Reader)

Description: Meeting Rami in the back alley behind an awards show.

Notes: ugh ive been having writers block for the first time in like two years so ive only been writing short stuff. i have a couple fics backpiled for various rami characters so thats coming up! gender neutral as usual WC: 1.5k

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Ugh.

How quickly it all became too much. You wondered, clutching your aching head, why you even came here; large parties were never your scene, public events even less so. A world-wide broadcasted movie awards event was nothing near anything you'd done before. Earlier in the day, as you were dressing and readying yourself for the evening, you stared into the mirror and wondered then, as well, what you were doing.

Maybe––probably––it had to do with the fact that one of your favorite actors' presence was assured, and you rarely ever visited New York, making this the first time you'd been in the right place at the right time to have the opportunity to do this. You steeled yourself then and you steeled yourself now, digging into your clutch bag to pull out a carton of cigarettes.

You fumbled with the cigarette as you reached back in, searching for your lighter. A frustrated grumble grew in your mouth and came out as a curse. With a harsh sigh you yanked your hand out, throwing it up into the air, and sitting with a thud on a wooden box laying by the side of a large trash bin. You rubbed your face harshly, attempting to wipe away the irritation. To no avail––you had no lighter, and your nerves were itching, teeming with aggravation that crawled like bugs beneath your skin. You needed this and the world didn't like you.

The door you'd left the building from opened once more, swinging shut with a loud clanking sound that seemed to echo in the vacant alleyway. Drops of water fell into the puddles at your feet, still present from the earlier rain, and now filled with bits of trash. The very same water almost splashed onto you as a car passed by, its' wheels revving and spinning away through a massive puddle. It must've been midnight, but assholes were still awake as well, and the city lights showed no sign of stopping.

This was why you only visited New York City.

"Here," someone with a deep, rough voice spoke, and you looked up to find a vein-filled hand balancing a blue lighter between the second and third fingers.

There weren't any active lights in the alleyway, but the puddles reflected the street lights that stood a few meters away. That was enough to recognize him when you glanced to his face.

Rami fucking Malek.

He turned almost the second you looked up at him, meaning he didn't catch the sudden, stumbling recognition that flooded your expression. Thankfully, you had the time to calm yourself before he sat down across from you on a dirty (and probably wet) stool.

"Thank you," you said, lighting your cigarette and breathing in the sweet smoke before you said anything else. "You're a lifesaver."

"No, I just have a smoking problem," he said.

You both laughed, softly, and looked away.

You took another drag.

"You're Rami Malek, aren't you?" You said through the smoke that escaped you. It was rough on your throat, but you didn't especially care anymore. Somehow, you remembered a flask of water––just not the lighter.

"Yeah," he said with another soft, bashful, chuckle.

"I like your work. Or, your style," you mumbled as you tapped the ashy end away. He might've been a star of your dreams, and mere images of him might've taken your breath away, but you would treat him like a regular person. "It's.. unique, but familiar."

"Thank you," he said, nodding, a charming grin on his face. "May I ask your name?"

"(Y/N)." You shifted in your seat as you looked down. An ounce of humor came to you once you said, "you won't recognize the name."

"No, but I'm happy to recognize it in the future," he said, tilting his head in your direction.

You broke out in a laugh and a wide, blushing grin, shaking your head. God, he looked good in a suit––all black. Silver in his lapel. His neck revealed colored veins that led up to a jawline that would surely cut you. Why was he talking to you? Why was he being nice?

"You're a charmer," you finally said through your giggling, continuing with, "do you want some?" before he could say anything.

You handed the cigarette to him and he took it, pursing his lips and letting go with a puff of smoke. Even in the hot, humid air, those clouds coalesced and drifted away just as usual.

"You're not an actor," he stated, his eyes fixed on the cigarette as he tapped the ashes away. "Not here for that, so why are you here? Just out of curiosity."

"That's... a very good question," you said with an exasperated laugh. "I'm a teacher, I don't know what I'm doing here."

"Teacher?" He repeated. "My brother's one of those. What d'you teach?"

He handed the cigarette back to you.

"Third graders," you grumbled. He sucked in a sharp breath in a wince. "I usually do first graders, but not this year."

"That's rough, I've heard those are demonic years," he said, earning a laugh from you.

"Yeah, that's a good way of putting it," you said as you doted on the cigarette. "I guess this is just the first time I've visited New York when an awards show is happening."

"How do you like the big screen life so far?"

"Not very much, but I never thought I would," you said quietly, but he still chuckled. "I... I did think about being an actor, when I was a kid. I think a lot of kids do these days, though. Actors are.. like the new Gods. You know, in ancient times people would worship idols, and that's what people call you now..." you met his gaze and couldn't tear yourself from it, "... idols. Images of something to strive for."

He nodded, his brow creased in deep thought.

"After a while the world shows you what celebrity life is really like, and you read all sorts of things, see how people change... eventually you don't really want it anymore," you said, shrugging. "Or you decide you want it, or want part of it despite the other stuff."

He nodded again but had little to say despite being a celebrity himself.

"Which was it for you?"

"Hm?"

A spell broke over his eyes and he appeared to return to normal, having not heard or comprehended your words.

"Did you become an actor because you wanted all of it, with the bad parts, or you wanted a specific part and still became an actor despite all the other things?"

"... complex question," he said after a moment, rocking his balance back and forth awkwardly as you laughed. "I wanted to become other people, transform myself into characters. I was attracted to the job. Not the other things attached to it."

"Well I'm glad you became an actor anyway," you said, relighting the cigarette with a quick drag. "That way I could meet you."

"And I could meet you, as well," he said in that same, deep voice he used when he first spoke to you.

You could do nothing but chuckle and cast your eyes down, shaking your head.

"Yeah, I guess you could," you mumbled.

He reached forward, snagging the cigarette from between your fingers. That made you look up, drawing your attention back to the subtle lines marking his face, and the glow of fire that revealed cool, green eyes behind thick lashes.

A loud wave of cheering came from inside the building, and the both of you looked back at the steel door. Still unopened.

"I should probably get inside, the cameras might notice my seat's empty," he said in a similar mumble.

The cigarette, now nothing more than a filter, dropped from his lips and fell to the ground, squashed beneath his shiny, black shoe.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Have to be," you said as you stood. "Not wasting a fifty dollar ticket on my damn social anxiety."

He chuckled and said, "I'd invite you to sit with me, but there aren't any free spots. How about..." He'd been opening the door, but he paused, causing you to misstep and halt yourself only when your chest was an inch from his. Your eyes darted up to his. "Come see me after the show. I have a '97 bottle of Montalcino at home that I think you'd enjoy."

You nearly choked on your own spit, but fortunately for you, it only came out as a cough and a clearing of the throat. 'What', almost escaped your mouth in the most astounded tone before you bit it back.

Was he propositioning you? Was this a friendly invitation? Why was, again, Rami fucking Malek asking to spend anymore time with you than he had to?

You realized a silence had spanned between you when his eyes flickered down to your lips, at which point shock fully brought you back into your body.

"Will you?" He asked hopefully.

"Yeah," you murmured. "I'd like that."

[ot3]

hey kinda heavy ace attorney question ig but I agree with you on many things about aa and feel like you have a good understanding of Phoenix and Trucy so I really wanna ask. How do you think the creation of the bloody ace was handled? I’ve seen the idea that Trucy took matters into her own hands and made it as a failsafe without his knowledge, and that he then covered for her, but if that were the case I wonder how he knew about it and planned around it at his trial. I’ve also seen the idea that he made it himself, but gave it to her for delivery to Apollo; which maybe seems the most apparent but I really dislike it because…. It means he uses her to deliver forged evidence. In much the same way he was given the diary page, really. it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I’ve also seen some people suggest that he made it but only gave it to her for use at her discretion, which does give some agency back to her but I also question whether Phoenix would be right in placing that on her shoulders and making it her responsibility. Sorry this expanded into a ridiculously long ask but I really am curious about your take on it?

eoooh yes yes yes i love talking about phoenix and trucy lets goooooo. i actually have a scene from my (still pretty rough and probably never to be finished) wip longfic covering this scene, which ill sick below the cut, but i'll just give my generic thoughts here first.

i think phoenix asked her to do it. trucy having enough detailed knowledge of the crime scene and the events leading up to it and the actual mechanical operation of trials that would be required in order to come up with this plan just doesn't make any sense to me. phoenix is really the only one who could have theoretically concocted this particular move. but since he was presumably held in the detention center until trial, trucy is from there really the only person who could have actually done the thing.

phoenix and trucy are pretty notoriously codependent; i'm headachey and melting from the heat today so rather than doing what i normally do and trawling the wiki to find the quotes that back me up on broadstrokes statements like these so i'm just gonna pull a 'dude just trust me' moment here. the fact that she helps take care of her daddy is a point of pride for her. i don't think it strips trucy of any agency for this to be phoenix's decision because it's not like trucy spends her whole life (or even the entire game) blindly following other peoples orders. her (and phoenix's ) priority at the beginning of aa4 is each other and their own wellbeing, and the decisions they have to make in turnabout trump are indicative of that.

yes, it echoes her bringing the forged evidence to phoenix 7 years ago, but it's more of an inversion/reversal (one might even say a turnabout) than a repetition of past mistakes. in the past she was an unwilling pawn in someone else's plan where her life was collateral, now she's an active and conscious participant in the plan of someone she cares about that she's doing to protect the life she and phoenix have built for themselves. She's not being forced to do it, but i don't think there's any world where she would have said no either. she and phoenix are the most important thing in the world to each other. in their own words, if one of them falls, they both fall.

was it right of phoenix to ask this of her? was it okay for him to do this to apollo, too? obviously it's not a good thing. but it was his only option at that moment. phoenix found himself in a very difficult situation. as an attorney he promised himself to the truth, and that was the principle he lived by, but as a father what he lives by is the promise he made to trucy to never disappear on her. at that moment phoenix did what he had to do to make sure the trial ended the way he needed it to. truth had to take a backseat. his priorities have shifted.

i've also spoken before at length about how i don't think phoenix was plotting against kristoph in the longterm, at least not to the degree which popular fanon seems to agree upon. so really everything he did in turnabout trump was phoenix being backed into a corner using every tool at his disposal to try and snatch victory out of the jaws of defeat. was it right of him to get trucy involved? it's no worse than bringing 8 year old pearl along to crime scenes because he needed her channeling skills. phoenix cares about people deeply but he isn't capable of shielding them from all the harm the world has to offer, and he knows he isn't. half of his capability comes from his shrewdness and willingness and ability to take help when he can get it because he knows, even if its a strain in a short term, he's fighting battles that need to be won at any cost. if that makes any sense

anyway heres the little scene i wrote below the cut.

---------- APRIL 17TH, 2026 DETENTION CENTER VISITOR’S ROOM ----------

Trucy shows up on the dot as visiting hours begin. It’s funny, she thinks. The last time she did this she had a different daddy altogether. Only it really isn’t particularly funny at all, is the thing about it, and she’s going to have quite a few stern words for the man when he gets home.

She picks up the phone on one side of the pane of bulletproof glass and he grabs the other.

“Daddy,” she huffs. “You promised me you’d stay out of trouble.”

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry, Truce.” He puts on an easy smile as he says it, and he uses the same affected tone of voice she had used to start the conversation off. Affected. Cautious, in the sense that it’s levity is entirely manufactured. A performance.

It had been like that between them for real at the beginning, both of them still unsure of each other, pantomiming something resembling a sitcom and playing the real feeling filled in as it went. Thankfully, it did, but the theatrics still lend themselves better to specific conversation.

“Well, if you’re sorry, I suppose I can forgive you! But this isn’t going to look good on your employee review, y’know. I’ll have to bring it up with HR.”

“I’m sure Charley can find it in his heart to forgive me, too.”

“He’s a gentle soul.” She nods.

“You should come watch the trial on Monday, I think it’d be good for you to see.”

“Oh? And why’s that?” Trucy doesn’t like the courthouse. Daddy knows that. She never comes when he goes to use the library there. She also hates, hates the idea of watching her daddy sit in the defendant’s chair not knowing if he’s ever going to come home again. He knows that too.

“Well, there are always interesting things to learn during a court trial. Plus, having you there would help me out a lot!” I need you to do something for me. She reads through the tone into his words’ real meaning. Her stomach clenches. A favor he can’t just outright ask for, not over the phone in the detention center, where every word would be recorded.

“Oh, daddy, no! I’m a magician, not a lawyer, although I understand the confusion.” She drapes a hand over her eyes in faux anguish. “I simply couldn’t, it isn’t my stage.”

“I disagree. I think it’s a perfect stage. Lawyers need cheering up too, you know! Back when I was a lawyer, I used to get really stressed out during cases like these. I bet one of your tricks would do the job.”

“Well what sort of trick do you want me to do?”

“Do you remember the first trick you ever did for me? It was the day we met, at the courthouse. You pulled a piece of paper out of your hat and gave it to me.”

“Yes,” she chirps, forcing a vibrant bubble into her voice. It feels like a pile of rocks in her gut and her pulse starts to quicken. “Of course I remember!”

“I bet if you did that trick again, it’d cheer up the whole courtroom! I bet I’d win my case in a heartbeat.”

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Her legs feel like jelly by the time the bus drops her off at the stop near the office. Daddy had kept on like that, loaded phrasing and a lopsided smile as he laced vapid banter with instructions. With warnings. She walks into the storage closet and grabs a deck of cards - one of his, the same style they use at the club, not hers for her tricks. Abruptly, she has a moment of panic as she realizes she’s not even sure what color she’s supposed to use, but then, just as fast, she forces her head clear and just grabs one of each.

They’re unopened. This makes it a cinch to find the card she’s looking for. Her stomach flips.

The worst part isn’t even what she’s doing. The worst part is that she’s doing it at all. Daddy knows well what this situation is making her feel and he’s asking her to do it anyway.

The only explanation left: he’s completely out of options.

She pulls her gloves off and grabs a needle from her sewing supplies. She pricks her finger, and lets a drop fall onto each ace.

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[dailydaydreamings]

Best in the Worst Way, Part 13

The Reader has been having a love affair with two Avengers and gets caught in a sticky situation. She’s suddenly faced with life decisions she’s not prepared for, including who to love, what she wants, and is this all worth it?

Okay, this took way way too long to write. A couple of things. A) language warning. B) I’m not a doctor. C) I hope I tagged everyone who wanted to be tagged! I tried! Lmk if not! D) I am a total knob with technology and I don’t know how to comment on my own posts without using my main account, so I’m not ignoring you I swear!

Just a couple more chapters, do you think they’re having girls or boys (or both)?

Bucky stood in the doorway of your bedroom, a bemused look across his face. His eyebrow twitched upward to say, are you okay with this?

Four weeks ago, the answer would have been a hard no. But you were four weeks into a strict bed rest. Steve spent the mornings at the compound and Bucky spent the mornings with you, and then they switched in the afternoons. You spent most of your time reading or learning to crochet, poorly. You were completely bored out of your mind.

So, you cracked a smile and shrugged a shoulder to let him know you weren’t 100% pleased with the situation.

Bucky’s mouth twitched into a slight smile, “Looks great, Steve.”

Steve looked up from where he sat at the end of the bed, painting your toenails. “You’re doing the other foot, this is a lot harder than it looks.”

You groaned, “How are you still on the first foot?” It had only been forty minutes.

Bucky laughed, “Let me get dinner started, okay? You two have fun.”

Your heart gave a small lurch. Bucky wasn’t okay. Not after your trip to the hospital.

He blamed himself.

You looked over at Steve, who had his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth he was concentrating so hard on your pinky toe. You kicked him in the chest with your other foot.

He blinked in surprise, “What was that for?”

You gave him an exasperated look, “Go talk to him.”

Steve looked down at your foot again, “Babe, he’s fine?”

You kicked him again. Harder. “He still blames himself for what happened, dumbass.”

It was no one’s fault really. If anyone was to blame it was your biology. But Steve had yelled at Bucky about the sex, blamed him for the bleeding, on the way to the hospital. Dr Lawrence had said the sex hadn’t caused it but nothing had been the same since. Bucky hadn’t slept in the same room as either of you since. He came in to check on you and Steve. He cracked jokes, made dinner, but kept his distance.

He was beating himself up for this and you weren’t going to take it anymore.

When Steve didn’t answer, you started to heave yourself up, “If you won’t go talk to him, I will.”

“No, no,” Steve put his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to sit. “I will okay. I’m sorry.”

An hour later, Bucky and Steve came in carrying food. Steve handed you a plate and settled in beside you, Bucky seemed to be hesitant to join. He stood beside the bed, ringing his hands nervously.

Your heart gave a little lurch, he did a really good job at making himself look small.

You opened your arm up to him, “Come sit with me, baby.”

He seemed to rock back and forth on his heels, “Every time I want to touch you, my head screams at me that you’re going to start bleeding again.”

You looked over at Steve, who hung his head slightly. He knew this and you’d beat his ass for it later.

“I’m okay, baby, I swear,” you lied through your fucking teeth. “Come sit with me, please.”

Bucky sat at the edge of the bed, not touching you. This would be a start tomorrow he would scoot an inch closer. In three days you’d be hip to hip. In a week he’d kiss your forehead. It would be okay.

But for now, you started with, “So can someone tell me something interesting please? Facebook can only keep me so entertained.”

———

Four Weeks Ago

Dr Laurence was wearing heels. At four am.

It was such an odd detail, but it was the first thing you noticed when you got to the hospital. You didn’t even make it to the compound. The hospital was closer.

Steve carried you into the ER, yelling frantically for help. You were placed on a gurney, and Dr Laurence was at your side a moment later. She was speaking quickly, but you weren’t sure what she way saying. She looked to Bucky and Steve for answers. She was putting gloves on, reaching for the ultrasound.

You were looking at her shoes. Valentino nude pumps, you’d seen them online two days ago and laughed at the price.

You were barely aware that the ultrasound probe had entered you.

Bucky was petting your hair.

You just stared at her shoes.

The moment you looked away, you would have to start to cope with Steve screaming at Bucky the whole way here. The way your sheets were stained with blood at home. The fact you had a house showing in the morning, and you were going to miss it. The fact you had a million unopened boxes of baby things in your apartment.

Your head just screamed the moment you looked away from Dr Laurence’s shoes, she would tell you your babies were dead.

Your ears rang.

Yesterday, they’d been so active. You were cursing their movements begging for a moment of reprieve. You’d do anything for a small kick right now.

“Y/n!” Dr Laurence looked up at you from between your legs.

You lifted your head from the bed, you tried to speak but no words came out.

She motioned at the ultrasound, “It looks like placenta previa. The bleeding seems to have stopped, but I’m going to get you a transfusion. We’re just looking for a heartbeat now...”

You frowned, placenta previa, that was something you’d read about. That was a normal risk, something that could happen to anyone. And the babies...

The familiar sound of their heartbeats filled your ears.

It was the most beautiful sound in the world.

That was it. The flood gates opened and you started to sob. Steve wrapped his arms around you first. Bucky was next, he embraced the two of you, kissing your forehead gently.

Their words filled your ears, setting a blanket of comfort over you.

“They’re okay, you’re okay.”

“It’ll be okay, you’ve got this.”

“Breathe, just breathe for now.”

“We love you so, so much.”

———

“Okay, we cannot be this unorganized, guys seriously?” You pinched the bridge of your nose.

Busy and Steve stood at the end of the bed, their arms crossed over their chest. You sat in bed, your hair in the messiest of buns, looking down at the mess they’d brought you to sort through.

“Well what do you propose?” Steve asked.

“For starters,” You motioned at the mountain of baby clothes in front of you, “Why do we have eight different outfits that were brining to the hospital. There’s two babies.” You held up two fingers for emphasis.

Bucky scratched his head, “This mommy blog said you need two outfits, in case one of them doesn’t fit. Plus, we don’t know if we’re having a boy or a girl.”

“They should look cute when coming home,” Steve asserted.

You only blinked. If someone had said this would be your life one year ago, you would have died laughing.

“Okay, fine,” you grabbed the nearest shirt. “We could go gender neutral, you know that right?”

It’s not like you had any shortage of gendered clothing though either. Tony had loaded you up with boy clothing, swearing you would be having two. Natasha had done the same for girl clothing. And Steve had managed to pick out the most extravagant outfits from each section.

“We can,” Steve conceded. “But I want us to have options. See what they look like when they come out.”

Your nose crinkled. You fucking hated that. Come out. Like they would just slide out of you, no issues.

You rubbed your temples, “Okay, but I refuse to have my kids dress matchy matchy their entire lives. They can if they want, but I will never make them wear the same outfit.”

Bucky chuckled, coming to sit on the bed beside you, “That’s going to go over well.”

You glared at him as he completely destroyed your pile of folded baby clothes.

Steve ran his hand through his hair aggressively, “But they’d look so cute.”

You shook your head, “Only if they want to. They need to have their own personalities.”

Steve looked ready to lose his mind, “But...pictures.”

You levelled him with your mom look. You’d been practicing. “I’ll give you Christmas cards. If the two of you also dress matchy matchy if we have a boys.”

“Deal,” Steve didn’t even hesitate.

You could picture it now. Two little boys in dorky ugly Christmas sweaters and beige khakis, their hair spiked up and Steve and Bucky marching to a tee. Oh it would be glorious, but you realized a moment too late you had forgotten yourself in that picture.

You cleared your throat, “Okay, names.”

Bucky reached over, rubbing his hand over where the babies were most active. A slight smile played on his lips as he leaned over to brush his lips over your bare skin.

You tried your best to ignore the shiver of pleasure that went down your spine.

“I don’t care,” Bucky murmured, “I think we should see what they look like when they come out.”

“No,” you ran your hand through his hair. “We pick now or at least get some options.”

Steve came to sit on your other side, disrupting the rest of your pile. You rolled your eyes, so much for nothing.

“Poppy?” He suggested.

You shook your head, “I like Penelope, not Poppy. I don’t believe in naming a kid a nickname. It feels final.”

They both looked at you funny, but you stood by it.

“What about Carter,” you suggested.

“No!” Both boys said in unison. You stopped, thinking about why that name wouldn’t work before bursting out laughing.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Steve!” You reached over to stroke his face. “Not Carter.”

He chuckled, “It’s not a bag suggestion. I’d love to honour Peggy, but Sharron might think I named them after her.”

You burst out laughing. What an awkward situation that would be. One you’d pay to see.

“Okay, guys,��� you snapped your fingers a couple of times, “We need a couple more names. Some more ideas. Let’s go.”

The name started flowing, and you started feeling more comfortable. Aaron, Grace, Henry, Bonnie, Andrew, Katherine.

You relaxed into your pillows. Your babies would have names. No matter what happened.

———

The boys stayed awake at your side while you slept.

You woke a couple of hours, having only slept for what felt like a short moment to find the two of them drinking coffee and nibbling on muffins.

“You look like shit,” you commented, stretching an arm over your head.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, “Look in the mirror, sweetheart.”

You grasped your hand to you chest in mock hurt, “Oh, burn.” You said sarcastically.

Steve chuckled, getting up to come over and kiss your forehead, “We’re just glad you’re okay.”

You stroked his beard lovingly, “I’m okay, and now I’m worried about you two. I’m fine, go home and shower and sleep. Please.”

Steve pressed another kiss to your forehead before moving to sit down beside Bucky, “Not gonna happen, baby.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not going to have the babies today. You’re useless to me tired. Go home. Please.”

Bucky shook his head, “We’ll take turns, how about that?”

You rolled your eyes, “You two need to talk and go get me some stuff. Please, let me worry about you two right now instead of myself. Just for a moment. It would make me feel better if you just got some rest at home.”

It took some more convincing, but they finally left. And you were left in peaceful silence. You looked down at your belly. One of the babies gave a swift kick. You smoothed over the spot gently, “I love you, please stay in there a while longer, okay?”

“We’re going to do everything in our power to do so,” Dr Laurence stood in the door way.

You smiled, “I can’t thank you enough for being here last night.”

She nodded, coming to sit on the stool by your bed. She didn’t look happy. You braced a hand protectively over your belly.

She tapped her tablet with a manicured nail, “I’m concerned.”

“Okay...?”

“I’m not going to be gentle. Your blood pressure is through the roof,” she clarified. “You’re at risk for preeclampsia, your labs suggest that this half of your pregnancy is going to be hard. You’re in for a world of hurt. And I don’t think delivery is going to be any easier. I don’t think a vaginal delivery will be an option. You will be on bed rest until you give birth, and I doubt you’ll make it to thirty five weeks. In all honestly, I’ll be impressed if you make it to thirty. But your medical history and labs also suggests a c-section is also not a good option.”

You let out a little laugh, leaning back against the headboard. “The last time I saw you, you were singing praises for how well things were going.”

Her mouth tightened into a thin line, “I also said you should be taking it easy and lowering your stress levels.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, “Are you suggesting I did something wrong?”

Dr Laurence raked a hand through her hair, “I’m not saying you did, but I’m saying we need to start taking this seriously now because I’m not sure how to get the three of you through a safe delivery.”

Your mouth went dry. ‘The three of you,’ had always been you, Bucky, and Steve. It took on a whole new meaning when it was in reference to you and your children.

You may not have lost them last night, but you were well on your way.

“You’ll be on strict bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy,” Dr Laurences’ voice softened. “The good news is, the bleeding has stopped and you’ll be able to go home soon for a couple of weeks at least. We’ll do everything we can to get your blood pressure under control.”

Your hands shook as you reached up to wipe away a tear. “Not of a word of this to the boys.”

Her eyesbrows rose to her hairline, “They need to know so they can take care of you.”

You shook your head, “I have one who is a stiffling mother hen. If he’s worked up, so am I. And the other one is recovering from a major head trauma. He doesn’t remember everything in the last eighteen months. The only thing I can do for him now is to help him get back to where he was.”

“No,” Dr Laurence shook her head. “You need to take this seriously now or you will not make it through delivery. If they think you’re fine and brush it off as a little blood, you will end up in a much worse situation.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “We’re not going to play this game, doctor. I will take this seriously and if you put me on bed rest, I will follow it. I just don’t want the risks exposed to my boyfriends. And, you do get to tell them without my consent.”

Dr Laurence looked like she was ready to throw her tablet. “Fine, but the moment things start going south, you will end up in hospital supervised bed rest.”

You glared right back at her, “Looking forward to it.”

————

You sat between your boys watching TV when it happened.

You paused, your food halfway to your face as you felt another tightening in your stomach. They had been happening all day, but all of the sudden you were aware of one thing, it was far too painful for it not to be a contraction.

You dropped your fork onto the duvet.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked jumping to his feet.

You quirked your head to the side, looking down at your belly, “I think I’m in labour.”

“Shit!” Steve was suddenly gone.

Bucky calmly took your plate and fork and put them on the side table, “You sure?”

“Mmhmmm,” you hummed, as you let out a long breath. “We probably have hours to go though.”

Bucky nodded, “Let me call Dr Laurence.”

Your mouth tightened. She was the last person you wanted to see. You especially didn’t want to hear her gloat that she was right, you’d only made it to thirty-two weeks. Damn her.

Steve’s head popped in the room, “But it’s too early!” And he was gone again.

Your eyebrows rose to your hair line, he was taking this as well as you expected.

On your other side, Bucky put his phone to his chest and said, “Dr Laurence wants you to come in right away.”

You pinched your nose, “I don’t want to labour for the next twelve hours there when I can do it from home.”

Bucky relayed that information to her. And then asked, “Has your water broken?”

You shook your head.

Steve walked through the bedroom, going into the bathroom, talking a mile a minute. “—and we don’t have enough nipple cream!” Was all you caught. You could hear drawers being rummaged through in the bathroom.

“She says to come in anyways,” Bucky relayed to you. “And she says you’re clearly not taking this seriously.”

You rolled your eyes, of course she did.

“And we need another bathroom,” Steve murmured as he walked out of the room again.

“Fine,” you snapped. “And go calm Steve down.”

Another contraction hit hard. Your breath hitched.

Your birth plan, if you were having a vaginal delivery, was to go all natural, but now you were thinking an epidural sounded wonderful.

“You okay?” Bucky rubbed your back.

You took deep breaths, but nodded weakly. “Let’s go, please.”

He nodded, leaving the room to get Steve and your bags, but Steve stood at the door, bags in hand and simply said, “We need to go, guys.”

Bucky came around the bed to help you up. His arms around you, you barely made it out the bedroom before you felt a rush of fluids.

“Well, fuck.” Bucky mumbled.

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Hot Chocolate (Birthday/Christmas Special)

Summary: Levi is bound to spend this birthday on his own, seeing that you're halfway across the globe as an exchange uni student. What he doesn't know though is that you have planned a huge surprise for him. NSFW 18+

Notes: sorry for any mistake you guyss please enjoy this

Pairing: Levi/ Reader 

Tags: f l uff, nsfw

Warnings: nsfw, the sexies

Disclaimer: I do not own the gif, I simply found it on Pinterest.

White heavy cream fell fluidly out of the carton it was stored, squeezed by Levi's calloused hand and into the small metallic pot that he rested his other hand onto. The mixture, an aromatic, dark brown hot chocolate, lightened in color upon a few stirs of his tool. Slowly with his hand he disposed of the empty carton in the recycling bin, making sure to wipe any stray droplet of white on the counter.

He blinked as his mind went blank, forgetting the next step of the recipe but only momentarily. His thoughts once again traveled to what troubled him, but he continued with his stirring in fear of burning the beverage he was set on making. With his teeth sinking dangerously at the tip of his tongue what he needed clicked in his head. Corn flour. A quorter of a cup.

He didn't bother tasting the mixture as he lowered the fire of the stove to the minimum, he simply marched to the corner built in cupboard, hands searching furiously for the porcelain vase that held this oh so precious corn flour that would act as the stabilizing factor to his hot chocolate beverage.

Seconds later he brought the fire to an halt absurdly, never ceasing with his stirring careful as to not have the mixture stick to the pot. He didn't like his chocolate adorned with burnt flakes or the taste they brought to his mouth neither did he like cleaning the burnt pot before having to pop it in the washing machine. As his hands reached for the cups he had set beside the stove beforehand to his alchemy, he helped the thick mixture in with a spoon.

The cups were immediately transfered inside the over; an attempt to keep them from any predatory fly that could have entered the apartment before Levi had a chance to realise and in addition keeping them sheltered as they reached a drinkable temperature. Levi threw the pot into the sink next, sighing to himself as he grabbed his thick latex gloves and out them on his hands. With a twist of his hand at the handle the watered started running on his gloves hands pot making him grab his steel wool.

His hand came to his forehead, wiping some sweat as he sighed again, hanging his head low as he gritted his teeth in frustration. His eyes squinted in anger, his hands dug into the inox of his sink and his heart sink dangerously low as he felt the room run cold due to the sun quickly setting behind the horizon.

Why had he made that chocolate, it beat him. The two of you hadn't spoken in at least two days and he liked -or rather chose- to blame it on your busy studying schedule, rather than the fight the two of you had over that call two nights ago. He had been to angry to admit he was acting like a brat to you, he had been too proud to simply say that he wanted your attention, instead he had resolved his anger into grumpiness, causing your overworked mind to snap.

You were gone as an exchange student in Japan for too long and both your busy schedules and the enormous time difference had dug their ways into Levi's life very negatively. Before you he had never lonely when he was alone, but now, now that he had gotten a taste of what it was to be with you, now that you had been ripped away from him from so long, he definitely felt lonely. And angry. And it killed him that he was almost on time for your arranged video chat, when you didn't even show any sign of being in existence still.

It made his boil though, by now, it must have been the 26th in Japan and you had spent your day ignoring him, not even bothering to open his message. Had he been so cruel to you while admitting he wanted you here with him? Was it that you didn't have enough decency to let him you know you were alright? That was what he simply wanted to know, in the end.

Sighing again he ripped the gloves off his hands and grabbed his phone. His fingertip touching the button provided him immediate access to his homescreen and he quickly entered Instagram dragging the homepage down a couple of times to let it load any new activity. Internally he knew, he would have been glad if he was to see a story or a post by you, any sign that you were alright would do for him.

Of course, as if on cue to shake him of his miserable thoughts his phone rang, buzzing in his palm. His eyes fell on the small window the revealed the caller id to him. It was Erwin, naturally, as he always used to shower him with phone calls on his birthday even up until the moment he was at his front door. Levi didn't missed out on those signs of affection, it's was quite the opposite really. He cherished them deeply. Seeing how much of an impact he had on his friends' lives moved him whether he showed it or not.

And so, while holding back his saddened sigh he picked up the phone, greeting his friend through greeted teeth.

"Hey Levi, uhm, I kind of need you at the moment, am I interrupting anything?"

"No," Levi spoke, biting painfully on the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hold himself back from sprinting out on his frustration. Of course Erwin could try and hide behind his finger, Levi knew that much. The blond was aware he wasn't interrupting anything, but he was still kind enough to ask; he always was sappily kind when it came to such sensitive subjects.

"Great look, I'm on route twenty two, fifth exit, I'm out of gas can you please come to my rescue and bring me some?" Erwin paused for a moment and then proceeded to mumble through an overly amused breath "I'm sorry I'm doing this to you tonight."

"Did you take your father's run down car again?" Levi questioned.

"No... yes. I'm sorry Levi I felt like I wanted to drive his car tonight. I shouldn't have to drag you here too, I'm sorry."

"No it's fine," Levi bit back, hissing at Erwin's unhealthy habit of wanting to drive his father's antique due to its sentimental worth. But then again, he reminded himself he wasn't in a place to judge. "Give me 15 and I'll be there."

Fidgeting his fingers on the counter without throwing a second look he came in contact with his car keys. The familiar jiggling sound gritted through the air proudly as Levi pierced his finger inside the key loop, finally pressing the keys steady to his palm. With another grunt, he hang up the phone, bringing the device to the palm of his hand once again.

His mind begged him to open his texts with you again -his initial goal ever since the moment he opened his phone- just to stare at the screen or at his unopened text, his insides begged to boil with concern at the process but he figured had all night to do so, prolonging his misery could definitely wait now that Erwin was in need. And thus he simply marched to the hanger behind his front door, eager much to quickly get a hold of his warmest jacket before having to step out in the cold apartment corridor and consequentially outside in the cold December weather.

___

You forced Hange to suppress her giggles as you slipped the metallic key inside the lock to your shared apartment with Levi. With an exaggerated jump though Hange let out another scream fill the air, ignoring yet another playful rasped gaze you consequentially threw her. Laughter bubbled from the both of you as you kept on locking eyes, amused by the upcoming execution of your plan.

The plan was simple really. You had Erwin call Levi for any emergency he could come up with and only when he left the house you and Hange would sneak in, light up the aromatic candles you spent weeks picking. You would make some hot buttered rum and light the fireplace to warm up the house. Then, Hange would leave right when Erwin would call you to announce that Levi was on his way back and you'd wait for him with the biggest smile on your face.

"Okay now let's see how much time we have." You said and rubbed your hands together to warm them up. Leaning with one hand over the wall you moved the heel of your left foot on top of your right one, pressing down enough so you could wiggle your foot out of the shoe. Doing the same for your other foot, you removed your jacket and hung it behind the door.

"Erwin said it will take Levi about twenty minutes to get to him, they shall spend about ten to fifteen minutes fueling his car, but he promised he'd try his best to delay Levi if we need to. And then add another ten minutes for him to get back." Hange spoke, fixing her glasses onto her nose.

"You think I have enough time to take a bath?"

Making sure to slip her shoes off after you, Hange nodded in your direction and proceeded to set her heavy backpack on the couch. One by one she took the candles and a lighter out, eventually smirking to herself as she tried to come up with a plan on how to neatly set them around the living room.

"Hange!" Can you put those in the bedroom?" You spoke, ripping your shirt off of you before your finger came to graze the side of your mouth as your mind sunk in your thoughts.

"Ha!" Hange huffed "as if you're even going to make it to the bedroom!"

Your cheeks burned as she spoke, eyes widening slightly at how your mind told you she was completely right. Of course you and Levi wouldn't make it to the bedroom at least until later tonight. It had been months since you had last seen him and it was his birthday, you wouldn't even be able to rip yourself off of his arms. Thus you simply threw a mellow smile at Hange as you sprint to the kitchen checking to see if you had all the ingredients you'd need to make your choice of drink.

Coincidentally, you opened the oven and your eyes immediately fell on what was inside. Your expression softened as two grey toned cups shone in your orbs, the smell they emitted deliciously filling your nostrils. You smiled to your self as you thought about how your lover didn't miss out on making your traditional Christmas drink.

It was unbelievable how kind hearted Levi was, in contrary to what people thought of him, you thought. Most of the times -and simply because he didn't allow otherwise- the only thing people who weren't close to him saw was a cold demeanor, a sharp tongue and a foul mouth. It all would be too ironic if they knew how Levi was behind closed doors. Taking notice of small everyday details, sticking to his beloved routine, cherishing moments with his loved ones, remembering everything most people would ignore about others and showing his love in the sweetest yet most Levi way were only a few of his virtues.

Of course he wouldn't miss on making your favorite strawberry scented thick hot chocolate, even if you had spent the last few days not speaking to him, even if as of now he remained ignorant as to why. You assumed he believe it was about that ridiculous fight and you could admit you purposefully riled him just enough for him not to expect to see you. You were sure, seeing he had shown a previous liking in surprises like this, that his jaw would hit the floor when he'd see you.

Guilt rushed through you at the thought of you making him feel miserable even in the slightest, but Hange couldn't just have you standing there, sulking in your anxiety over how things had led up to this moment. If you wanted to make it in time for when Levi came home you'd have to rush. Hange insisted on shooing you out of the kitchen and into the bathroom, urging you to act fast, before Levi came. Sensing she was right, you settled for running to retrieve a new pair of underwear and a clean towel before jumping in the shower.

Stretching your arms to close the curtain behind you as you stepped on the white marble tiles you twisted the faucet handle to the right, letting a deep sigh escape from the depths of your chest as the hot water started running.

___

The sound of keys jiggling together filled what should have been an empty apartment, making Levi's arrival known only to you who stood inside the kitchen. He stepped inside a few seconds later, ripping his shoes off of his feet before slipping into his fuzzy slippers.

His hands immediately reached for the wipes and rubbing alcohol he kept on a stand right next to the door, silently grabbing a wipe and coating it in the strong smelling disinfectant before bringing it to his phone and keys. He spent a good minute cleaning the items meticulously only stopping when he felt satisfied to set them on the stand. He took a step to turn around with his goal to walk to the kitchen and heat up his got chocolate. Judging by the time he could still try to reach out to you before the day ended.

With a quick glance around the room, though he found himself freezing in his spot.

"Great, now I'm so shit mad I'm seeing fucking things." Levi announced -seemingly only to his own self- the moment he laid his gray orbs upon you.

"No Levi, you're not seeing things baby."

Standing up for your seat on the kitchen table you shot him an adorning look; your eyes squinted and your cheeks puffed up, coated in a sheer scarlett color. You silently watched as his eyes grew impossibly wide, flickering between you and each lit candle that showered the room in plenty of romantic golden light.

His legs were slightly trembling, his knees going weak at the sudden need to intake all of what was unraveling before him, but with his heart hammering in his whole body he only managed to part his lips before even beginning to thing if what to utter.

"Merry Christmas and happy birthday my Vee." You smiled again, mouthing the tooth rotting sweet nickname as you walked to him with open arms and a longing look on your face.

He wasted no time, even if his head was starting to buzz in confusion and uncertainty, he bucked in his stand before sprinting towards you. His hands quickly wrapped under your bum, lifting you up on him while prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. With painfully squinted eyes his nose nuzzled up between your neck and your chest, inhaling your magnetising aura sharply as he span you around. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, embracing his head in a loving manner as you couldn't supress your bubbling giggles.

His strong grip on you wasn't ceasing, not even for a moment as he began mouthing his questions; he didn't even care that his voice was muffled by your own form.

"How- I mean when?" He spoke and only hugged you tigher onto him.

"Well, you thought I'd ever miss this day?" You placed a kiss on the top of his hairline. "I was supposed to be here days ago but my flight got delayed, so Erwin and and Hange came up with this surprise plan."

Levi's hands loosened their grip on you slowly was you tried to slide down his body carefully; this breathtaking moment could only ever last for so long, Levi figured as he set you down. Kissing you was the next task he assigned to himself, but it could only happen after he got a good look at your face.

God, he had missed you so much.

So many months had passed since the last time he had been graced with seeing you this close to him and in the moment what he was witnessing almost felt too unreal. Your tender eyes looked into his with adoration and warmth, your chest dwelled with tainted breaths as your hands slowly came to cup his sharp face.

"I'm sorry I wasn't responding at all, I really had to leave to go to the airport after that silly fight we had, I couldn't just tell you I was coming." You said and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. "Although I was really temped to."

Levi wrapped his arms around you again and hugged you to his chest- this time he missed on levitating you if the ground, even more fiercely than he had done before. He simply huffed in amusement in the crook of your neck, mouthing a sole 'thank you' against you.

The next kiss you shared was maniac and passionate in nature. His lips didn't just graze over yours, the engulfed them. He sucked onto your tender flesh as if his life depended on it and you couldn't get enough. You found yourself grabbing his shirt, then running your hands through the short spiky hair of his undercut.

His slick hands cupped your own face as he pulled back only to catch his breath for a moment.

"I've missed you much I can't even be patient to talk with you."

"Me too" you announced, a hazed look masking your face.

You took a few leading steps to the couch, careful not to disturb the candles in the corners of the coffee table that before it, much afraid of setting everything on fire in your despairate state to have him. Your mouth launched feverishly onto his as you threw him onto the gray sofa.

Levi didn't fight it, not even for a moment. His tongue shoved inside your mouth, rolling around yours, slurping and cherishing each corner of your mouth as he took small intakes of breath through his nose from time to time. His tender hands loosened their grip on the sides of your face, the action eliciting a small whine from your occupied mouth but to was quickly gulped down by the movement of his lips that came to suck on your tongue.

You felt his fingertips travel down your clothed body, skillfully sinking underneath your shirt before restlessly traveling back up taking the cloth away with them. You only broke away from each other for a singular moment, breaths hitching and tinting the air around you, so much that you could almost ignore the way your heart sped it's throbbing in your ears. His hips bucked longingly int you from underneath, the friction already driving you crazy.

As his hands shoved longingly inside your pants you let another moan slip from the depths of your throat, though it was guickly muffled by your lover's mouth attaching on yours , making you melt into him. You felt his fingers graze ever so slightly over your still clothed crotch, painfully flicking their way through your flesh.

Roughly, he pulled back, detaching his want body away from yours while fixing his gray eyes into you. He didn't bother speaking as he tagged at the sides of his shirt, ripping the article of clothing away from him in such quick movements, as if it was the only thing getting in his way from getting close to you.

With hanger widening his eyes he stared at you again, prompting you to put your hands into him, to feel him all the while he run his hands into your form. He failed in exploring your body as he had wished though, with a shagged breath he only managed to bring you close, in a proximity that didn't even allow a kiss to be exchanged. You simply nuzzled into the crook of his bare neck, rubbing the tip of your nose in calm circles against him as you breathed hot huffs of air onto his skin.

His back was still so muscular and ripped despite his skin being so overly smooth under your tender touch, the more small trails you rubbed over him the more he sighed in greed and over exaggerated longing. Licking his lips with a constipated look on his face, he placed a tender kiss on your collarbone before traveling back up, just to teasingly rub his bottom lip over yours.

Breaking the kiss you grabbed his hand, bringing his palm close you your face. You teasingly picked his pointer finger, making sure to scratch the inside of his hand with your nails as you brought the digit to your mouth. His mouth, running ahead of his own desire to stay quiet, blurted lewd moans at your soft suckling and with all blood boiling in his body he was unable to even think about chocking down on his sounds.

He was on his back before he even knew it. It seemed like squirming was the way to go now, right underneath you as you placed kisses all over his chest and torso. With slow hands you reached for his pants, fidgeting with his zipper and buttons before wiggling your arms inside the dark denim.

Quickly, any remaining article of clothing was discharged thrown anywhere on the floor; you could worry about that later but right now you couldn't seem to be able to pay attention on anything else than each other. You had missed him, he had missed you, there was only so much that the two of you could process momentarily.

It was the high of the moment mixed with your scent that pulled him even even more as you craddled him to your chest while never ceasing the bobbing of your hips. The kisses that he sucked in you, sped up the beating of your heart against his as soft skin mingled with your own. Even that was painful to him, the extend to which he had missed you didn't leave any space for him to pull just an inch away from you, as if he wouldn't ever be able to get enough.

"My Levi, I've missed you so much." You spoke with hitched breaths, lips grazing his earlobe ever so slightly.

Levi allowed him self to eventually grunt in response letting harsh huffs of air through his nostrils while trying to guide your hips to an alt.

"Keep talking like that and I'm not going to last." He spoke, his fingering digging into your thighs to put an halt to your movements.

It didn't work -he should have known it wouldn't work- because you only slid down on him longingly and fast, sending his mind in the familiar pre orgasmic haze he so wished to momentarily be freed from.

"Who said," you paused only for another tainted moan to slip outside your lips "I want you to last?" You placed a kiss on the skin behind his ear, careful not to suck and create any loud noise that close to his eardrum.

Levi only threw his head back, his hips starting to work onto a hard, quick rhythm against you. He trembled under your words and every deep thrust, every feel of your insides on his throbbing length was only contributing to the build up in his abdomen.

He hair, sweaty as it was, stuck on his forehead as it dripped, but you paid no mind in his salty taste as you kissed your way all over his forehead and cheeks, nose and jawline, trailing your tongue on any sharp edge of him.

Your legs were shaking now and much to your best wishes you struggled with your thrusting onto him. You only managed to gyrate your hips, earning another moan of him as you ceased your movements, sweat dripping off of your own forehead as if mimicking his antics.

His hands nearly slipped from your thighs as wet as they were but he managed to get the message you were trying to convey; with jaded breaths he started thrusting maniacally from underneath you, damaging through you as pleasure dueled in both your bodies.

Yearning splashed all over his face and his grunts only got louder. Your foreheads collided as you cupped his face, noses nuzzling up, eyes staring deep into eachother.

Gentle. His ultimate indulge into you was gentle and earth shattering at the same time. His veins popped in white hot pleasure and his chest boiled with numerous erotic moans as his abdomen screamed throughout him, leaving him with barely enough time to mechanically reach just to pull out. His head hung low onto your collarbone while his head throbbed, unable to come down from his high just yet. He couldn't even move his eyes to see you, although he knew by listening to your panted breaths that you were in the same position as him.

Pushing him back to lay down on the couch, you kissed all over his face for the thousandth time tonight.

"I'd never ever miss this important day, you know." You smiled, pressing your lips to the tip of his nose.

"It's not that special, brat" he spoke shyly as he cooed into your face rubbing his upper lip to your cheek. You recognised the action; it was a habit of his to coo in such way, any overly soft thing grazing his top lip indulged him in endless calmness and you hummed to yourself in amusement to the feeling.

"I missed you."

"I know. You said that." He huffed, his lips puckering to hide the playful demeanor behind his next words. "But I don't think I heard it right, mind repeating it?" His fingers trapped your nose between them and swayed your head from side to side before moving to your naked back to press you closer to him him once again.

"You're such a tease. I love you Levi."

"I love you too," He blurred with eyes that burned into yours and proceeded to place a sweet kiss onto your sweat drenched hair "so much, you brat."

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