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[moonstruckme]

Hi!! Could you do a Bodyguard!James Potter x reader where he is guarding her during a high profile event and something happens? With a bit of angst to fluff? If you’re comfortable of course! I hope you have a wonderful day, i’m new to your page and ADORED your bodyguard james. <3

Thanks for requesting lovely <3

cw: guns, shooting

bodyguard!James x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You shift your stance a bit and have to bite down on a whimper. 

“I’m going to have to throw these shoes out after this,” you mutter to James. “I’m pretty sure there’s blood pooling around my toes.” 

“You wanna take them off?” he murmurs back, lips barely moving as he keeps his face in a mask of businesslike impassivity. 

You sigh. “I wish.” 

“You could. Just step out of them, no one’s looking over here.” 

It’s true. Every camera in the chamber is pointed to where your mom stands on the podium, her right hand raised as she takes her oath. As much as you hate coming to these things, you can’t ignore the kernel of pride shining behind your sternum. She’s waited so long for this day, dealt with so much opposition, and now she’s finally going to be able to enact some real change. You can keep up appearances for her. 

“I’d better not risk it,” you tell James. “With my luck, the second I do—” 

You’re on the ground before you even register the sound of glass shattering. James’ grip on your shoulder is harsh, almost painful, but the noise that follows has enough adrenaline spiking your bloodstream to forget about that. The loud, rapid popping of gunfire fills the chamber. 

James’ hand moves to clasp around your elbow, but you tear away from him, headed in the opposite direction. The podium is empty. Where’s your mom? Did they get her already? Is she hurt? Did she—

You’re not fast enough to outpace James, definitely not limping around in your heels, and he gets an arm around your waist, hauling you away from the center aisle. You can’t tell where the gunfire is coming from—who has the guns?—but he pushes your head down before you can look. A low buzzing burrows into your ears. You try again to go to where you last saw your mom, but James yanks you back to his side, a cutting “Stop” hissing past his lips. Any other time, a tone like that would have you stilling like a frightened bunny, but you know he’s not the danger here. 

When you don’t listen, he lifts you off the ground. The crowd is swarming, frantic and disorganized, but James maneuvers through it expertly, running down the hall until he finds an unlocked door. The bathroom door swings open for you, and James sets you down quickly, locking it before you have a second to recover. 

You lunge for the door anyway, only for twin bands to wrap around your middle. They pin your arms to your sides and press you securely to James’ front. 

“Stop. Stop it.” His tone is as hard as his grip, dispassionate to your struggling. “You cannot fight me when you’re in danger, understand?” 

“They’re not here for me,” you plead. Your voice is scratchy with desperation. 

“No, but I am. I’m here for you.” His hold tightens, but now it’s less a restraint than a comfort. You can feel his heavy breaths tickling past your ear. “Your mom has her own detail, okay? She made it out before we did, they probably have her somewhere safe.” 

Now you can hear your breathing too. Short, stilted pants that wheeze in and out of you. You think you might be shaking. 

“That’s enough,” James says gently, starting to lower you both to the ground. Your knees give easily, relinquishing your weight to his hold until he settles you both on the tiled floor. “That’s enough, alright? Can I let you go now?” 

You’re not sure you want him to anymore, but you nod. He slips out from behind you, checking the lock on the bathroom door and then removing his gun from the holster at his hip. The sight of it makes your trembling worsen. He checks something with it while murmuring to the people on the other end of his earpiece, convoluted jargon you’ve long since ceased paying attention to. 

“She’s fine,” he says after a minute. “Your mom. They got her into an office, and now we’re all just waiting for security to clear the building before we can go.” 

You drop your head to your knees, relief like a tidal wave washing over you. You hear James’ footsteps move back toward you before his big hand lands on your head. It smooths down your hair as he squats next to you. When you glance at his gun balanced on his knee, he catches the look. 

“I have to keep this out for now,” he says, looking you in your eyes like he’s making a promise, “but the safety’s staying on unless someone tries to come in here. Okay?” 

“Yeah.” You nod, still trying to get your breathing under control. 

James strokes your head again, his touch weighty and reassuring. The noise outside of the bathroom seems to be lessening, but you’re not sure how much sound is blocked by the door. There could be shooting still happening just past it, people hurt or dying in the halls. 

“I’m sorry for fighting you so hard,” you say quietly. 

James blows out a breath. “I get it,” he admits. “In those situations, it’s natural to freak out and head toward the person you want to keep safe.” He flashes you a little smile. “I’m lucky it’s already my job to do that.” You grimace back, but his expression grows serious again when he says, “You just have to keep your head, though, you know? The whole reason you and your mom have protection is to make sure someone else is already looking out for you. You don’t need to worry about her, you just need to trust me.” 

You look at him. His body is still taut, ready for a fight if one comes to him, but his expression is gentle. It’s easy to forget it’s his job to take care of you when he seems to do it so naturally. Caring emanates from James like it’s the core component of his soul. 

“I do trust you,” you tell him. 

His mouth slants, expression unbearably fond. “I know, sweetheart. We’ll work on those instincts, okay? I get that it’s not an easy adjustment to make.” 

“Have you ever had to do that? Run away from the person you cared about the most?” 

He shakes his head. “Like I said, I’m lucky. I always get to run towards you.”

[harmonicakai]

Was It Something I Said?

Part 5 of the "Anyone Else But You" series

Pairing: Huening Kai x Reader

Summary: It gets harder and harder for you and Kai to pretend like there isn't something going on between the two of you.

Tropes: enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, fluff, angst, stylist!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (mdni!!!!), reader is insecure, miscommunication, alcohol, injuries

A/N: ahhh this series is almost over!!! i'm gonna miss it so much, but there's still plenty to come :-)

FIC INSPIRED PLAYLIST <3

“Did I fuck it up again? Are we destined to be friends? I wanna give you more than that” —Be Around Me, Will Joseph Cook

Kai and the boys have been in Japan for two days now, but with the amount of times that he has you on the phone, it feels like he never even left. Even if he refuses to talk about what happened at the album party, things are going pretty well between you and him.

You’re about to head out the door when your phone rings. You don’t even need to check the caller ID.

“Y/N, you didn’t call! The show’s about to start and you didn’t call!” Kai’s voice rings out of your phone’s speaker. While you can tell he’s mostly joking, he’s also a little worked up.

“Kai, we just talked, like, two hours ago. You know I have that date tonight.” Oh, he knows.

“Yeah, but I like when you call right before I’m about to go on stage. You’re my good luck charm.”

“You’re just being superstitious.”

“I wish you could see me pouting right now.” His sad puppy dog visuals pop into your head.

“Ugh, fine,” you relent. “You’re going to do amazing, Hyuka. Fighting!”

“That’s my girl!” he laughs, immediately ready to give his all on the stage. “I miss you so much.” 

His affection catches you off guard and you go quiet. 

“Hello?” he asks. “Y/N, are you there?”

“Yeah, sorry, I’m still here. Call me back so I can know how it went, okay?”

“You know I will,” he assures you. There’s obvious disappointment in his voice.

“Hueningie, it’s time to go!” you hear Taehyun call in the background.

“I have to go. Bye. Have fun on your date!”

“Bye,” you say. He ends the call and you feel an ache in your stomach. You miss him too, so why couldn’t you have just said it back?

When you finally get out the front doors of your building, Seongjin’s already waiting for you, flowers in hand. You note his outfit, something similar to what you have pinned on your “boyfriend manifestation�� moodboard.

“Hey,” he says, holding the bouquet out to you. “These are for you.”

“They’re lovely,” you smile, bringing them to your nose to sniff them. You love the smell of roses. “I don’t think anybody’s ever gotten me flowers before.”

“Well, there’s more where that came from.” Seongjin’s hand finds its way into yours. He’s bold and romantic, even dressing exactly how you’d like him to. He’s checking off all of your boxes, and yet something feels off.

As the two of you walk towards the city’s center, you actually have no clue what he’s planned for tonight until he stops outside of a restaurant that you’ve had on your bucket list for years now.

“You’re joking!” you say in disbelief. “You have to get a reservation months in advance to eat here, and even then it’s impossible.”

“I called in a few favors,” he grins, holding the door open for you. You blush, wondering what you’ve done to deserve even a fraction of the effort he’s gone through.

The dinner’s going okay. There’s just something about the way that Seongjin’s meticulously planned everything, even his responses to your small talk, that makes you suspicious. He feels too perfect, almost unreal.

You find yourself focusing more on the delicious food than on any of what he’s been saying.

“You know,” he starts, “I only went to that album party because I knew you’d be there.”

The hint of Seongjin speaking in a less rehearsed way grabs your attention. You look up to see him grinning.

“No, you didn’t,” you laugh, dismissing him. “You probably didn’t even know who I was before Yeonjun introduced us.”

“Of course I did. I’ve thought you were cute for a while now. The way you’re always running around with your arms full of clothes. I can’t wait to debut so you can dress me up.”

You can’t believe that anybody had even noticed you around the building, let alone taken a romantic interest. If only somebody else felt that way. 

“Well, does that mean you’re not a big fan of TXT?” you ask, sipping your wine. You’re mostly joking, but also curious what his honest opinion of the group is.

“I mean, obviously, I think my uncle makes great songs for them. But besides Yeonjun, I don’t think they’re the kind of guys I’d really hang out with, you know?”

Your face heats up at his answer and your energy shifts. “No, I don’t know. Care to explain?”

“The other guys just seem so dorky. Not to mention half of them were wasted at a work event. Like that Huening kid whose outburst interrupted our conversation. What was that about anyway?”

“It’s none of your business,” you scoff, setting your silverware down. “And he’s not a kid. He’s almost twenty-two.”

“Look, Y/N, I know you’re close with them. I didn’t mean to make you upset. We don’t have to talk about this anymore.”

“You’re right, we don’t,” you say, standing up and gathering your things. “Thank you for dinner. I’ll see you around, I guess.”

On your way home, you start to wonder if you’ve made a mistake blowing off someone so well connected, but the way he talked about your friends makes your blood boil. 

Then again, things had been going just fine before then. Maybe you should’ve just smiled and nodded like you usually do. You’re not sure when you’ll ever get asked on another date again, let alone one that was planned so well.

Suddenly, your phone rings and for some reason, you answer. “What do you want now, Kai?!” you snap into the speaker.

“Whoa,” an unexpected voice replies, dragging out the word. “Actually, it’s Yeonjun.”

“Ugh, I’m sorry,” you groan, embarrassed at your attitude. “Hi, Jun.”

“So, I’m guessing your date didn’t go very well?”

“I think I’m going to get fired,” you huff, finally reaching your building again.

“That bad, huh? Tell me what happened.”

“I don’t know. He’s handsome and thoughtful and everything I could ask for really, but there wasn’t any sort of spark. Plus he called everyone in the group except you dorky, and that’s when I just got up, thanked him, and left.”

“Everyone else is dorky, Y/N. You really couldn’t wait until the end of dinner because of that?” 

“Fine, it’s stupid when I say it out loud. But the damage is already done,” you sigh, digging through your purse for your keys.

“I’m sure he’d reconsider if you apologize,” he reasons with you. You’re not sure that you actually have anything to be sorry about.

“I shouldn’t have to! He was making fun of Kai!” That’s it, you realize. That’s the reason you’re so upset. Of course this is somehow about him.

“Ah, I see now,” Yeonjun says, dropping the issue. “Well, hopefully you won’t run into him at work much.”

“Hopefully,” you agree. “How was the show?”

“It was amazing,” he muses. “I really played off the crowd’s energy, and they loved my solo stage.”

“That’s awesome, Jun,” you smile back. Ever since you and Kai have grown closer, it’s felt like Yeonjun has taken a backseat. “Anything interesting happen?”

“Soobin tried to do the Water challenge,” he laughs. “We all ran to cover him up, though. Beomgyu played the guitar, and MOA kept mentioning how Taehyun looked like Ash Ketchum.”

“Maybe you guys need to do a Pokémon concept,” you think out loud. You don’t fail to notice that Yeonjun has conveniently left out Kai from his recap, as if he’s testing to see whether you’ll bring him up first.

“Would I get to be a fire type trainer?” Yeonjun asks. So, he really isn’t going to mention how Kai did tonight. You bite your lip, resisting the urge to ask about him.

“Yes, of course. I think Soobin would be water, Beomgyu grass, and Taehyun psychic. Actually, wait. Maybe Beomgyu would have fairy types.”

“And Kai?” Yeonjun finally relents. You breathe out in relief at the mention of him.

“He’d be electric,” you decide. “Or normal. Whichever ones are the cutest, really.”

“You wanna know how the concert went for him, don’t you?” he asks.

“No, it’s okay, Jun,” you brush him off. “We can talk about whatever you want.”

“Y/N. It’s cool. I’ve just been messing with you.” You can practically hear him smirking through the phone.

“Oh,” you twiddle your thumbs. “Well, yes, then tell me how he did.”

Yeonjun sucks in a breath. “First off, I don’t want you to get worried.”

“Okay? Why would I be worried?”

Yeonjun hesitates before answering you. “He’s at the hospital right now.” Your stomach drops.

“What?! Is that what you were hiding from me?”

“I knew it would make you upset, Y/N. It’s not a big deal. It’s probably just a sprain, alright?”

“But he’s hurt,” you sigh. “Is that the reason you called me and not him?”

“Can’t I just want to hear my dear friend’s voice and ask how her date went?”

“Mhmm, sure.” You side eye him through the phone, plopping down onto your bed. You’re too tired to change out of your date clothes.

“Okay, fine,” he continues. “Kai did ask me to call you while the doctor checks him out. He knew it would probably be all over social media and didn’t want you to worry.”

“It’s probably my fault he injured himself,” you mutter, kicking off your shoes. “I hope it’s not too bad.”

“Y/N, he’s fine,” Yeonjun assures you. “And how could it possibly be your fault? We aren’t even in the same country right now. The stage was probably just wet because of the rain from earlier.”

“I think I made him upset right before you guys went on stage. He said he missed me and I didn’t say it back, but I think he wanted me to.”

“Hmm, I guess he did seem a little down now that you mention it.”

“Well, tell him I said sorry.” Knowing that he was noticeably off tonight because of you makes you feel horrible. If you had just said it back, he probably could’ve focused on the show better.

“I mean, if you want to wait and tell him yourself, he’ll probably be back any second now.”

“I don’t really feel like talking anymore. Night, Jun. I’ll see you later.” Before Yeonjun can say bye, you’ve already hung up. You’ve never been more confused over your emotions than tonight.

Throwing a pillow over your head, you scream into it. Your love life is in shambles and all you can think about is Huening Kai’s stupid, possibly-sprained ankle.

—————-

When Kai’s plane lands, you’re the first person he wants to see. Before he even left, he made sure that you had a key to the apartment, something Yeonjun was always too lazy to do.

You haven’t brought up the disaster of a date you went on while he was away, and to your relief, he hasn’t asked about it either. It’s almost as if he doesn’t care that it happened.

Getting him to agree to watch the new Mean Girls remake for your weekly movie night was much easier than you expected. You had even prepared a whole speech for why he should relent even though it was supposed to be his choice tonight.

“It’s a musical,” you reasoned. “You’ll like it!”

You were very, very wrong. The movie was horrible, but at least that meant that the two of you could hate-watch it together.

“Those lyrics…” he starts, rubbing his temples as the closing credits played.

“And the costumes!” They were not going to age well.

“That was really bad,” he laughs. “That’s the last time I’m letting you pick when it’s my turn.”

“I have a feeling I’ll still be able to charm you in the future,” you say, batting your eyelashes.

“That is so not fair.” He crosses his arms. “Why are you so cute?”

“It’s my superpower,” you say, grinning. A few months ago, you would’ve never said something like that, but Kai makes you feel so much better about yourself.

The way you’re looking at him makes him blush, and he glances away hoping you haven’t noticed. His gaze focuses on the clock on the wall.

“Oh, Y/N, it’s past two.” Kai says. Time always seems to disappear when you’re together. “Do you want me to walk you home?”

Thunder booms outside the window and you can hear raindrops hitting the roof.

“That might be a bad idea. I can just call a car,” you say, grabbing your phone. He stops you.

“Just stay here,” he offers. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“You can’t sleep on the couch,” you disagree. “Yeonjun will think we’re mad at each other.”

“Well, if we sleep in here together, he’ll probably start planning our wedding.”

“I guess we’re losers in this game, huh?” you say, immediately cringing at the pun. The two of you exchange glances before cracking up.

Kai always takes longer to stop laughing than you. “Okay, how about this. You take the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor,” he says, still giddy.

“But it’s your bed! I can sleep on the floor.”

“I am not letting you sleep on the floor. You’re my guest.”

“This is stupid, Kai. Yeonjun doesn’t know the difference whether one of us sleeps on the floor or in the bed. We might as well just share.”

“But you snore, remember?”

“There’s actually no real evidence to that claim,” you refute.

“Well, it’s a twin sized bed. I might crush you.”

“I don’t need that much space. We can even sleep head to toe, if you want.”

“My feet stink. Your feet stink.” The effort he was going through to not share a bed with you was eating away at you. You’re sure he’s slept with his group mates plenty of times before, so what difference did it make?

“Oh my god! Fine, sleep on the floor.” You throw a pillow and one of his many plushies his way, turning on your side to face the wall. 

“Are you mad at me?” he asks from behind, his voice now quiet and careful. To be honest, you’re not quite sure whether you’re being serious or not.

You turn over to look at him, sitting on the edge of the bed, petting the plushie’s head.

“Kai,” you sit up. “Kai, look, I’m sorry. I’m not mad.”

“I feel like I’m always putting my foot in my mouth when I’m around you.”

“You’re not. I wouldn’t spend so much time with you if I didn’t want to.” You cup his cheek, running your thumb over one of his moles. “I promise.”

Yeonjun isn’t afraid to check you when you’re in the wrong, but Kai is too sweet to deal with any sort of confrontation. It’s something you’ve been having to adjust to lately.

“We can share the bed. I didn’t mean to make it seem like it was a bad thing,” he says. Sometimes you think he can read your mind.

“Okay,” you say, making room for him. He turns off the lamp and climbs in next to you, making sure to leave a big enough gap so he doesn’t touch you. Even in the dark, it’s obvious that he’s lying halfway off the mattress.

“You can come closer,” you say. God forbid he falls onto the floor in the middle of the night and it’s your fault for hogging all of the bed.

He moves inward, your faces so close that your noses are nearly touching. You could probably count his freckles from here.

Sure, every once in a while, you’ll lay your head on his shoulder or he’ll lay his in your lap, but this is much more intimate. Suddenly, your heartbeat feels too fast to fall asleep anymore.

“Y/N,” Kai whispers, although he already has your full attention. You like the way he says your name. His fingers grip your waist under the sheets, bringing you even closer. 

You tremble under his touch, his eyes locked on yours. This is a dangerous game.

In seconds, his mouth is pressed against yours, desperate and hungry. You’ve been kissed by boys before, but never like this. You can’t get enough of him.

You run your fingers through his hair, still soft even after several sessions of bleach. Like that night in the cab, you feel him hard against you, except now it’s intentional. It feels good.

Kai climbs on top of you, finding his way between your legs without breaking the kiss. You wonder how often he’s done this.

“We shouldn’t,” you breathe as he presses kisses along your collarbone, although it’s lost between your heavy sighs.

His hand grazes the waistband of your shorts. Visions of him doing the same with other girls—specifically the one from that morning—pop into your head. Panicking, you pull away from his kiss, using all of your strength to push him off of you.

“Y/N?” he asks, his lips puffy and his brows knitted in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“I have to go,” you say, tugging down the hemline of your t-shirt, which had ridden up during the exchange. You hop off the bed and attempt to find your sneakers in the dark.

“Please don’t go,” he pleads with you, grabbing onto your wrist. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It was stupid.”

You turn back to him, tears welling up in your eyes. “It was stupid?”

“No! That’s not what I meant. I just—I don’t want to do anything that could ruin our friendship. You mean too much to me, Y/N. I shouldn’t have kissed you, no matter how much I wanted to and no matter how good it felt.”

“It felt good?” you say, stepping towards him. It’s a relief to know he at least enjoyed it as much as you did.

“Really good,” Kai admits. “But it shouldn’t have happened. I can’t risk losing you.”

“Right.” It’s a really good point. “I don’t want to lose you either.”

“So… no kissing.”

“No kissing,” you agree.

“Anything else off the table?” He asks this in a way that you can’t tell if he’s flirting with you or not. You decide to take the risk and step closer to him. 

“I think cuddling is fair game. It would be too great a loss to our friendship.” You hold his hand.

“Mhmm, definitely.” He helps you climb back onto the bed before following suit, pressing his chest to your back, enveloping you in his warmth.

“You know, if I had you around in the wintertime, I’d save a lot on my heating bill,” you point out. 

“Go to sleep, silly,” Kai laughs, nuzzling his head into the nook above your shoulder. 

“Fine. Goodnight,” you yawn, your eyelids feeling heavier by the second.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N,” he whispers, although you’re already sound asleep, your soft snores filling the room.

—————-

When you wake up, Kai is gone. He’s left a note on the bedside table that reads: Went to get breakfast. Be back soon :-)

You stumble into the living room, rubbing your eyes as sunlight streams through the balcony doors. Yeonjun sits at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal and watching footage from the group’s latest dance rehearsal.

“Be honest, did you and Huening fuck last night?”

“Good morning to you, too.”

“Come on, Y/N. I heard some suspicious shit when I went to the kitchen to grab water and unless he’s doing some magical switcharoo, you’ve been the only girl around for the last few months.”

“Is this some weird cross examination? Are you going to compare my story to his?” You try not to smile at the notion that Kai has stopped seeing other girls, but it makes you giddy.

“I wish. He wouldn’t tell me anything,” Yeonjun huffs.

“Well, if you must know, we made out for a few minutes. I panicked. He panicked. We both agreed to never do it again. End of story.”

“That’s no fun.”

“It’s not, but it prevents us from doing something we might regret and breaking up the entire friend group.”

“Do you like him like that?”

“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter.”

“It kind of does, Y/N. I’m pretty sure that boy is head over heels in love with you.”

The thought of Huening Kai being in love with you stops you dead in your tracks. Your Kai, secretly pining for your affection? You decide that it’s nothing more than a fantasy.

“That’s impossible,” you shrug. “It was just a moment of weakness between two friends. Nothing more, okay?”

Before you can discuss this any further, Kai is walking through the front door, coffee and pastries in hand.

“Y/N, you’re awake! I was scared I’d have to get you out of bed myself. Yeonjun was warning me how grumpy you are in the mornings.”

“She’s a monster,” Yeonjun says. You flick him on the side of the head. “Ouchie.”

“I don’t doubt it,” he giggles, unpacking enough doughnuts to feed an army. “I didn’t know which one you wanted, Y/N, so I just tried to pick ones I thought you’d like.” 

“I love honeydew, so you picked well,” you say, taking a bite of one with bright green filling. “Mmm! Where’d you get these?”

“Old Ferry Donut. It’s across town, but totally worth the trip. I go with my sisters all the time. You should come with us next time.”

“Ooh, introducing Y/N to the family. It’s getting serious,” Yeonjun teases. Kai shoots him a dirty look. He takes the hint, grabbing a couple of doughnuts on the way back to his bedroom.

“He can be such a dick sometimes,” Kai sighs.

“Yes, but he’s our dick,” you insist, trying not to let him ruin the moment.

“I suppose that’s true,” he laughs. It always makes you feel good about yourself whenever you manage to cheer him up. Usually, that’s his job with you. “I’d really like for Lea and Hiyyih to meet you, though. I think you’d all get along super well.”

“Then let’s set something up. I’m free all day,” you say, your mouth full of food.

“Really, Y/N?” Kai asks. You nod in agreement and his eyes light up at your enthusiasm. “This is awesome! I’ll text them right now!”

Maybe, just maybe, he really is in love with you.

—————-

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[hazymoonlinh]

Open your heart and I shall open mine.

(After all, you’re only human.)

Aventurine

Ah.

You’re tired.

It’s that feeling again.

It’s eating you alive. You feel empty.

The air conditioner is at 16 degrees, you’re wearing nothing but a thin T-shirt and underwear.

You open your heavy eyelashes and blinks.

You haven’t eaten anything today, in fact, you don’t wanna eat anything at all. Your phone is out of battery, yet you don’t wanna charge it.

You inhaled. It’s cold. Very cold indeed. Your fingers and your feet feel numb. They’re blushing red and starting to hurt.

Oh but that’s what you wanted. You love the pain, it keeps your sanity at bay. On someday, you can’t help but feel like trash. It makes you wanna cry but no tears ever came out.

You’re lying on your bed, but nothing was draped over you. You can’t move, feeling like some invisible chains pin you down.

Oh how you hate yourself in this state so much, you can’t do anything at all but gnawing the pain in your heart, let the physical pain reminds you of being alive.

You feel sleepy again, and you close your eyes again.

Aventurine has been worried sick. You haven’t answered his texts or calls for the past for the last few days. Why? You always answer so quickly when he press the sent button yet now it’s like a thousands text and nothing back. It’s like you just disappeared.

And he hates that. What if you got hurt ? What if you need his help ? He called your boss and knows that you haven’t been to work for at least 3 days now. What on Earth have happened to you?

This has never happened before, he miss you, he miss your warmth and he’s scared, scared that he might forgot how you look like or sounds like. It’s driving him crazy.

Aventurine throws the phone to the seat beside him, going on max speed to your house. He’s getting anxious, scratching his head and grunts angrily.

“Dammit…”

He slammed the door open, it’s pitched black inside, the usual homey atmosphere is nowhere to be found. Instead, the thing that responds him is a scary silent void. He rushes to your bedroom, open the door and chills immediately running up his spine.

“What the heck…?”

He saw you on the bed, lying there like you’re sleeping. If it’s not for the freezing temperature, he would sigh in relief knowing that you’re ok. He runs to you and shocked by how pale you are, your fingers nails turned purple and you’re so cold to the touch.

He held his breath, bringing a finger up to check your breathing. After confirmed you are breathing, he let out a sigh.

“Sweetheart, wake up. Please, wake up.”

He’s shaking you gently, then drapes the blanket over you after you open your eyes then swiftly turns off the air conditioner. You thought you’re dreaming until you feel his warm hand cup your cheek.

“Sweetheart…”

He pulls you close to him, arms holding you tightly as if he’s afraid. After feeling like eternity, long enough for you to aware what is going on, he finally whisper.

“Do you know how scared I am ? You’re driving me crazy…. I thought…. I thought something bad happened…”

His voice is shaking, and when you pull out and look at him, tears forming in his eyes, threatening to fall.

He looks like an abandoned puppy.

“You didn’t answer my text, phone calls for days…I missed you…”

You feel bad, but you can’t help yourself, you can’t be positive all the time for someone. You aren’t all mighty and powerful, so you drink and torture yourself.

You hesitated, but bring a finger up and wipe his tears. He close his eyes and leans to your touch even though it’s cold, neither of you muttered a word but it’s strangely comfortable.

How odd, you think. For two broken souls trying to heal each others but none knows what they’re doing. You try to say something, but nothing came out. Now you noticed, you feel thirsty.

As if he sensed that, Aventurine gets off the bed, wiping off his face and said :

“Stay still, I’ll bring you something warm to drink.”

And he’s gone to the kitchen. You look at your fingers, it’s still wet from his tears and your heart clenches, you hate seeing others got affected by your emotions, and you hate seeing him cry.

Oh gosh how much you despise yourself right now. Why do things happened this way ? You just want yourself to suffer alone, not him too…

So worthless… If only…if only…

You feel something touch your forehead. You snapped from your thoughts to find his hand, trying to measure your temperature, his other hand holding a cup of steaming hot tea.

“No high temperature, it appears. Here, drink up.”

He offered you the cup and you hold it with both hands. It has a nice fragrance, sweet, and warm. Then, he sits next to you, head lean onto your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” He says.

“Why..?” You speak barely like a whisper.

“For letting you feel like this. I know it’s hard, I’ve been through it, a lot of times actually.”

“Hmm.”

“And thank you for being there for me in those time too, my heart. And now, this is the least I can do for you.”

“You’re bad at comforting people.”

“I know, I think you know that better than anyone.”

“Yes, I do. Kakavasha.”

“…”

“I love you, you know.” He said again.

“Hmm…”

Maybe it was you were too thirsty and the tea taste so good, maybe because his comfort words sounds just enough as you want it to be, or maybe your emotions finally got up to you, tears streaming down your cheeks like waterfall, dampened the blanket, blurred your vision. Your shoulder slumped and your whole body shaking. Everything feels so overwhelming, and you didn’t even noticed he took the cup from your hand and placed it on the side, hugging you close and rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry…I don’t know what to do now…I’m just…too exhausted…”

You clung to him for dear life, and you cry in his chest, crying until there was no more tears to cry, until you fall back asleep because you’re too tired.

Aventurine lie you down to the bed, let you close to him while never letting go of you. He whispered:

“Good night, my love. I’ll be here with you.”

He will listen to you when you wake up and ready. Even if you’re not, he’s willing to wait.

[duhnova]

ride slow - lee seokmin, choi seungcheol

happiest birthday ever to the loml, the most amazingest wife ever, and to my soulmate!! i hope today is as amazing and as wonderful as you are and I’m so very happy and thankful that you came into my life and i couldn’t ever imagine a world without you. i hope you enjoy one of many presents (as you deserve it) and I hope that today is everything you wished for and more - and if it isn’t I will make the world pay. anyways to keep this from being to long and sappy (don’t worry i’ve already said everything i wanted too in dm’s) happiest birthday ever my love (my dear, my bbygorl, my sunshine, my melody)!! MWAH!!! ( everyone go wish her a happy birthday rn >:( !!!!!! ) @onlyseokmins

warning(s): smut under the cut (mdni!!), reader and seokmin are tied up, dick riding, unprotected sex, creampie, reader is called baby and princess, let me know if i forgot anything! - don’t mind grammatical errors/typos (i tried)

“cheollie.” you gasp quietly, your head leant back against his shoulder as his fingers dig into your hips. he’s moving them in slow circular motions, helping you ride seokmin who’s currently tied to the bed frame.

“what’s wrong baby?” he coos quietly, he pushes your hips down harder drawing a loud moan from the both of you.

“more.” you manage to breathe out, your fingers twitching from where they’re tied behind your back with a soft silk ribbon that seungcheol made into a bow so that you looked like a present.

“more? is this not enough for you?” he fake pouts as he moves your hips slower than before.

“cheol it’s her birthday.” seokmin sounded breathless, the pace was excruciatingly slow and he found himself on the brink of cumming so many times but you would beg for more and seungcheol would rip both of your releases away.

“oh is it now? last time i checked it’s still eleven forty-eight.” he looks at the clock in the bedside table.

“early birthday present?” seokmin whined a little, trying to fight for both of your releases.

“early birthday present?” cheol scoffs quietly as he looks at seokmin with raised eyebrows, a mischievous smirk on his face. “do you really think i’m that nice?” you whimper quietly when he noses against the side of your head to kiss gently at your ear before nipping it gently.

“cheol,” you whimper, wiggling your hips a little causing seokmin to arch his back and moan. “please.”

“please what?” he growls and pushes your hips down hard to keep you from moving.

“please let us cum, please.” you babble as you dig your knees deeper into the bed to try and move only for seungcheol to overpower you - his hands definitely leaving prints in your hips, especially after he lands two harsh smacks to both of them.

“you only get to cum on your birthday princess.” he starts to rock your hips while keeping you and seokmin pinned together so neither of you could move on your own.

“fuck,” seokmin hisses as he throws his head back, his long fingers wrapping around the silk rope that’s preventing him from touching you. “i’m gonna cum.”

“no the fuck you’re not.” seungcheol stops moving your hips again, the both of you gasping and whining at the loss of friction.

he waits a couple minutes, watching the clock until it strikes eleven fifty-five before he starts moving you again. both of your orgasms had died down enough for the build up to last a little longer as he stares intensely at the time, he moves you faster the closer it gets to midnight.

“you wanna cum baby?” he finally looks at you, your eyes closed and your mouth open as you babble out a quiet ‘yes’ between breathy moans. he looks back at the clock, his lips twitching up into a smile when it finally hits midnight. “you can cum.” he whispers before kissing your ear again. your loud moans overpower seokmins whines as you finally cum after hours of torturous edging.

the feeling of your plush walls squeezing seokmins cock cause him to go over the edge with you, filling you up with his cum. slowly seungcheol brings your hips to a stop, your body completely lax against his.

“happy birthday princess.” he smiles as he kisses your cheek before tilting your head to kiss your lips softly.

“happy birthday baby.” seokmin breathlessly echoes as he watches you two through hooded eyes.

happy elv day!!

[jasmineeeeeeeeesblog]

I don’t know if anybody reads these anymore 😭 but this is a Klaus imagine. I’m also on Wattpad I’ve written one shots about Jeremiah fisher and Klaus on there. My name is unknown_writ_er if you wanna check it out. I have a few stories I won’t post on here cause they’re fluff but you can check them out if you’d like. Also I’m open to request so just send me them! Also I can write fluff on here but I don’t see a lot of it.

CONTROL

‼️SMUT‼️

Summary: Klaus was busy and you were bored so you thought you’d dance with someone? A dance never hurt anyone…

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I spent the whole night sitting down at the party. The whole thing was just for him to make plans and talk to people. I haven't seen Klaus the whole night. Everyone was just dancing and having fun. Klaus invited me as his plus one. He always does that because he always needed me by his side as his last hybird. We weren't dating or anything special. He gets mad though when I talk to other people especially boys because I can get 'attached' to them and spill all his secrets but I honestly didn't care too much about this rule because I honestly liked Klaus. I seen the good out of him through all the bad but at times like this I do get bored.

Damon Salvatore. He walked up to me with his fit and tall figure, Black hair, and blue eyes staring at me. He walked up to me and asked to dance.  Dancing wouldn't hurt anybody. I wouldn't catch feelings for Damon he's an ass and he's in-love with Elena. He's probably just tryna to use me to get closer to Klaus but I didn't care I was so bored. I grab his hand and get up a slows song turns on. We dance he his hands on my waist I had my hands on his shoulders and he was smirking at me. I would be lying if I said Damon wasn't hot but I just wasn't attracted to him like that.   He kisses my hand then sends me off to go to my next dance partner is was this random guy. I've never seen before. He was just a random new guy.

Then Klaus came and compelled the dude to go away. Then started dancing with me. "Now what did I say Y/N" he says. "It was just a dance" I say rolling my eyes. He grips on my hips harshly. "You still disobeyed me." He says. "It was only once just get over yourself" I say as I walk away. He grabs my hand "go get in the car I will deal with you in a second don't disobey that order" he says sarcastically. I decide to ignore him. I go to the kitchen and get a glass of wine. I then hear Klaus say his goodbyes then leave. I knew he'd be in here in a matter of seconds as he realizes I'm not out in the car. As I expected Klaus was in there in the matter of seconds he grabbed my arm and ran back to the car he threw me in the back seat.

He closed the sliding window that connects the drivers to the passenger. He got in. "Why do you not listen to anything I say" he yells. "Because I was bored and I just wanted to dance I'm not inlove with Damon." I yell back. I've never yelled at him the shock look on his face turned to anger. He pinned me against the seat "DONT ever yell at me again Y/N and I'll make you regret it." He says. "And do exactly what I'm your last hybird you won't kill me since you can't make anymore" I say. "There's things worse than death, love" he says. "But I don't think I'd ever be capable to do those things to you" he mumbles. My hearing going in and out for his low tone. "What did you say." I said. "Nothing" he says. "You know whatever I'm walking home" I say as I get out. "Fine walk home dont be surprised if I don't let you in" he says.

It was cold but it obviously didn't matter I was a vampire. I walked home instead of using my vamp speed because I didn't wanna see Klaus and he probably didn't wanna see me now. I soon get home after 2 hours it was like 11 by time I got home. I sigh as I knock on the door. It was locked of course it was. I just yell "Fine I'll just go to the Salvatore's boarding house" I say as I start to walk away. Before I got to the stairs of the porch I heard the door open and someone grab my arm, slam the door, and pin me against it. It was Klaus with messy hair, eyes bags, his sweatpants hanging low so that can I see his v-line, and his shirt off. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him right now.

His hands were on the side of my head his body wasn't that close but his face was. I smirked. "Why don't u want me at the Salvatore house so bad" I said. "I already told you" he says. "That can't be the reason you let me in the house after you told me you wouldn't." I say. "You know I could protect myself but you just like to have control over me" I say. He Just stares at me without saying anything. I didn't think I was right so the shock on my face when he didn't disagree or deny it. " oh so that's what it is. You like how you know you could do anything to me at the snap of your finger." I say smirking. I put my hand on his torso. Tracing his abs. His face still staring straight but I could still tell by his eyes I was affecting him. I rubbed my hand further down to dick. He let out a gasp and I could see him get hard. He backed up from me and then kept walking back and forth.

"Y/N stop messing with me" he says staring at me. "Who says I messing with you" I say smirking. "You better lose that attitude you know you're defenseless against me" he says. "Yeah I think you like that. You can control everything I do. You like that I have to listen to you" I say getting closer to him and I push him on the back of the couch and climb on top of him. "I barely touched you and you got hard" I say smirking. He flips us over "you just had a whole thing how I'm in control and now you want to try and be. Not happening love" he says as he holds my wrist in one hand and tears my dress with the other one. He sits up with his legs on either side of my hips and kissy sits admiring me. My arms were still pinned. I managed to get out of it as he wasn't holding that long and I flipped us over. He was just smirking at me amused. I started leaving hickeys down his neck and torso.

(IK that vampires heal quick but just imagine hickeys stay‼️)

As I got to the waistband of his sweatpants. I pulled them down along with his boxers. His dick hit his stomach. I bring my hand to it and start stroking it. He threw his head back. I bring his tip to my mouth and start licking it. I started taking him in my mouth. I took us much as I could then stroked the rest. I kept bobbing my head and Klaus soon grabbed my hair pushing me down more and more. He then pulled me off. I could tell he was about to finish. "Y/n you drive me crazy" he says breathlessly while flipping us back over. He started kissing my neck leaving hickeys all down me. "Now I'm about to fuck you better than anybody can especially Damon." He says as he kisses down to my breasts and unclips my bra. And starts sucking on my nipple. One of his hands slide up to my neck. The other slides down to my panties and slides his hand in. I let out a gasp as he rubbed my clit.

He inserted 2 fingers in me while rubbing my clit. I was moaning. He moved his mouth to my other nipple. When he found my G-spot I screamed his name. He looked up at me and smirked. Then kept going at a fast pace there. He then stopped attacking my breast then kissed me. He took my moaning to slip his tongue in my mouth. "Klaus I'm about-" I was cut off by a moan as he went faster then I finished all over his fingers. He pulled them out then licked the juices off his fingers. He then slid my panties off. Then aligned himself against my entrance. "Is this okay" he whispered in my ear. My breath hitched feeling him so close to my core. "Yes Klaus" I said breathlessly. He slowly pushed into me.   He leaned onto my shoulder then slowly starts going in out.

"Faster" I said with a moan. He starts going faster hitting my g-spot. I was scratching his back. He started leaving hickeys on my neck. As he kept going faster he started rubbing my clit as I finished all over his dick. I was sensitive now. He kept going and my legs were shaking. I was squeezing against him he looked like he was about to come undone. He went at a faster pace and I finished for a third time all over his dick then he finished deep inside me then rode out both our highs. He planted a kiss on my forehead then he left I thought he was just gonna leave me here. Was I just a random fuck? He came back with a blanket, a tshirt, and towel. He had put some boxers on. He cleaned me up then threw the tshirt on me then threw the blanket over me then got next to me wrapped his hand around my waist and laid his head on my neck and we fell asleep.

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This is more soft version but I could make another story kinda like this and make it rougher if y’all liked.

[ateezscupid]

mingi smut 46,57

46. “can you feel how much I want you?”

57. “please, don’t ever stop!”

ATEEZ PROMPT FEST

seductive ✩ mingi 𝗑 f!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

plot - mingi’s horny after work !!

genre + warnings - smut, fluff and overall crackhead energy, switch!mingi, switch!reader, oral, dirty talk(?), praise, mingi’s being a cute whiny baby in this one

wc - 1.28k

tags - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna check pinned post for tag list info!

“mingi!” you call out from your bedroom window. you just saw him leave his car and now he’s walking into the building. he heard your voice from down below and waved. seeing you made him feel better after going through hours of work.

you jump out of bed and run out of your shared bedroom, skipping to the door opening it. just as he turned the corner in the hallway, you were peeking your head out waiting for him. you squeal in excitement and dart out, running down the hallway and jumping into him. he dropped his bag and wrapped your arms around you.

“i guess you missed me?” mingi looks at you. “you haven’t run out and hugged in a long time.”

“i missed you so so so much, i was bored!” you pout. “but you’re home now so i feel better! how was work? was everyone annoying? did you get stuff done? did you guys have a pizza party?”

“y/n, we don’t really bring food into the studio. i mean, we had a few donuts and chips. and before you ask, yes, i did save you some.” mingi kissed your cheek.

he sets you down and picks his bag up again, putting his arm around your shoulder and walking back to your apartment. once you two went inside, he threw his bag on the couch then plopped down next to it. you were always confused to why mingi would come home worn out. all he did was stay in a studio? what could be he doing that makes him this tired?

“do you want a massage or something? you’re always so exhausted whenever you come home. now that i think about it, why are you so tired when you come home?”

“i have to repeat the same lines over and over again, baby.” he groans as he sat up. “and i go there early in the morning. i cant sleep while i’m there, and if i do, it’s only for ten minutes.”

“aw,” you coo, strolling over to the couch and sitting next to him. “poor min. do you want something to eat? will that make you feel better?”

“no,” mingi looked you up and down, leaning into you and pushing his face into your chest.

“mingi, no.” you tilt your head. “you’re always horny whenever you come back from work, can’t you take a break?”

“how the hell did you know i was horny?” his eyebrows raise.

“you always push your face into my tits when you’re horny.”

“no i don’t!” he scoffs sarcastically. “i grab your thigh when i’m horny. they’re two completely different actions, i don’t know how you messed that up. and i thought you loved me!”

“mingi, shut up, i do love you! but you need a break, my legs are still worn out from yesterday.” you okay with his hair gently.

“they didn’t seem worn out when you ran up and tackled me like a quarterback in the hallway.” he muttered as he glared at you. you roll your eyes playfully.

“why are you glaring at me?” your head tilts.

“i’m hoping you’ll spontaneously combust.” mingi says jokingly. you push his chest and stand up, but he pulled you back down onto the couch. though this time, you were on his lap.

“okay, let’s make a deal.” you turn to face him. “if we do have sex, i wanna be in charge.”

“what? you cant even get on top of me without being embarrassed, so how are you gonna take charge?”

you narrow your eyes and place your hands on his shoulders, turning around completely and straddling him. you push him back against the couch cushions and bring your hand down to his sweatpants, which were tightening around him because of his boner. you chuckle slightly and rub slowly, earning a hushed moan from him.

“dude, how are you moaning and i just touched you?” you smile, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. “i just wanna try topping for once.”

“can you feel how much i want you?” he whispers, thighs shaking slightly. “oh fuck me,”

“shush, that’s what i’m trying to do.” you felt his raging boner through his pants, and it almost made you want to drool. his size never really intimidated you, it only excited you, and he was aware of it. you’d always be excited to suck him off or jerk him off when he asked you to. it was fun hearing him groan knowing you were the one bringing him pleasure.

you pulled his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to come out. you didn’t expect it to be all red and veiny; pulsing, in need of someone to touch it. he was in the studio all day, so to see him this hard kind of surprised you. you grabbed onto it with your palm, causing mingi to flinch and throw his head back.

“eyes on me.” you demand, using your free hand to grab his chin and pull his head back down. you gently start to stroke him, squeezing whenever you got to the top to play with his tip.

“fuuck,” mingi groans, hands grabbing onto your backside. “please, i’m so hard. it hurt so fucking much to walk.”

“i bet it did, huh?” you bring your hand down, now using both hands to stroke him. you twist and turn your hands, looking down for a moment to spit on it and continue your movements. mingi didn’t know where to put his hands. he was grabbing onto you, then the couch, then your thighs, he was everywhere.

“oh fuck, shit shit shit, where the hell did you learn to do this!” he looks at you, eyes puffy and lips swollen, aching for you to kiss them. you lean forward and peck him on the lips.

“i watched a few videos to prepare for this very moment.” you say as you scoot off his lap and get down on your knees in front of him, now shoving his cock into your mouth.

“good fucking go—fuck, i feel like cumming!” mingi whined as his hips bucked up a few times. he was falling apart and struggling to hold himself together in front of you, which made you want to keep going. you continue to stroke and suck him off at the same time, earning all types of pornographic sounds to come from mingi’s mouth.

“y/n—y/n, slow down,” he sucks in a breath. the urge to cum was gradually increasing and it was bubbling in his stomach, like butterflies flying all over the place.

“y-y/n, i’m—“ he stammers, chest heaving up and down. “f-fuck, please, don’t ever stop! don’t fucking stop, ah—“

mingi’s hand goes to grab a handful of your hair, pulling like his life depended on it. your nails dug into his thigh but he could care less. all he was thinking about was cumming into your mouth.

“please, please, please,” he begged. mingi begged. that was the most attractive thing you’ve ever heard him do. you bobbed your head faster, which helped him reach his breaking point.

“oh god, oh fucking hell, stop stop stop, shit, i’m cumming—i’m-“ his body twitches as he dumped his load in your mouth, shameless moans leaving him. you help him ride out his orgasm as you slowed your movements, slightly overstimulating him and making him whine. you take your mouth off and let go, swallowing everything and not leaving a drop.

“that was fun, right?” you giggle. “you did so good, you sound so adorable when you moan! you should do it more often!”

“oh, shut up.” he blushed from your words. “but, it was…nice. thank you, love.”

[sisterspooky1013]

Gaslight, Chapter 22/48

Rated X | Read it here on AO3

Ellicott City, MD

Don’t know how you do what you do, I’m so in love with you. It just keeps getting better.

I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side, forever and ever.

Every little thing that you do, baby I’m amazed by you.

She snaps off the radio, then pulls Tiffany’s scarf off her head and tosses it onto the passenger seat. What is she supposed to do now? Where is she supposed to go? Her instincts tell her to run, but what about the children? She is the reason they’re involved in this in the first place, and guilt sinks heavily from her heart to her belly as she imagines what might happen to them now that the jig is up. Will they be discarded like trash? Will they be leveraged against her, used as pawns in an even more disturbing way? She wants to protect them, but to this point it’s her very proximity to them that has put them at risk. Though it goes against every maternal instinct in her body, she comes to the conclusion that the best thing she can do for them right now is to get as far away from them as possible.

Eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel, she digs around in her purse for her cell phone, finally pulling it free and flipping it open with her thumb. Her hands are still trembling, but she manages to dial. Lunch hour traffic means she hits every red light possible, and she can’t stop looking at the vehicles and sidewalks around her, waiting for another black suit to appear.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up,” she mumbles to herself, checking the rearview mirror obsessively.

“Dana?”

“Cal,” she says, relieved to hear his voice. “I’m on my way home, and I’m going to need to go away for a little while,” she begins, but he cuts her off.

“I’m already at home,” he says in a small, fearful voice.

“What? Why?” she asks, checking her blindspot before she switches lanes.

“I couldn’t—I just couldn’t,” he says tightly, and she realizes that he’s crying.

“Cal, I’ll be home in ten minutes, okay? Wait for me, and don’t open the door for anyone,” she says, finding confidence she didn’t realize she had within her. “Is your car in the garage?”

“Yeah,” he says in a near whisper.

“I need you to move it to the driveway so I can park in the garage, can you do that?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay, move the car, and then go inside and lock the door. I’ll be home soon.”

Twelve minutes later, she pulls into their driveway and jumps out to open the garage before parking Tiffany’s car inside it. When she enters the house, she finds it stonily silent and still.

“Cal?” she calls out, half expecting the smoking man from the hospital to appear instead.

“Over here.”

She follows the sound of his voice to the stairwell where he is sitting mid-flight, his head in his hands. She approaches slowly, sitting on the step just below him and laying her hand on top of his knee.

“Hey,” she says softly, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“I’m all fucked up, mija,” he whimpers, followed by a wet sniff. “I’m just—I don’t know what to do.”

She moves one step up, wedging herself between his body and the bannister, and wraps her arm around his shoulders. He leans into her, and she rubs her palm up and down over his upper arm comfortingly.

“What happened?” she asks.

He sniffs and swipes his hand across his nose, composing himself.

“Everything is off,” he explains. “Nothing feels right. I couldn’t remember the PIN for my debit card to get gas, and then I got to work and I sat down at my desk and—it’s like it fell out of my head, Dana. Like it’s just gone.”

“What is?”

He sits up and looks at her. His eyes are bloodshot and swollen, his bottom lip quivering.

“Everything,” he says gravely. “I don’t know how to code. I can’t even fucking understand the code I wrote yesterday.”

“Oh,” she says, understanding.

“What’s happening to me?” he asks, and the pain in his voice makes her heart ache.

“I can only tell you what I was told, and I can’t be sure that what I was told is entirely accurate,” she says, her hand resting on his back.

“Just tell me, please,” he begs.

She looks away, running her tongue across her bottom lip as she decides how to explain it. She suddenly understands how challenging it was for Alex to relay the same information to her.

“I’m not your wife,” she says evenly. “You’re not my husband. Abby and Peter aren’t our children. This whole thing,” she says, gesturing to the house around them, “is a lie. A farce. Whoever did this to us…they went to very great lengths to make us believe that this life is ours.”

She pauses and turns to look at him, finding a somewhat vacant expression on his face. She can empathize, and knows that the questions are too numerous to even begin asking them. She has to keep talking.

“The chip in your neck contained memories. Memories of how we met, Abby and Peter’s births, your training in software engineering. Every single detail since 1992. And whatever they did to us, and whatever was in that medication, helped ensure that we wouldn’t remember what really happened. So that we’d believe it, the lie. And by removing your chip, I also removed those memories. That’s why you can’t remember how to code.”

“Or that pancakes are waffles,” he says absently.

“Right,” she confirms.

He stares off into the middle distance for a moment, allowing this new information to sink in.

“They’re not ours?” he asks, turning to look at her with a kind of disbelieving hurt on his face.

She shakes her head gently, her lips pressed together sympathetically.

“Not biologically, no. But they don’t know that. They still have their chips, and as long as they do, all they know is us,” she tells him, and he nods, looking away again.

“I don’t think I’m a good guy, Dana,” he says after a moment, and she narrows her eyes at him.

“What do you mean?”

He drops his head, staring at the carpeted step between his feet.

“They were cleaning the windows in the office and the smell of it—kind of like ammonia, maybe? It did something to me,” he says hesitantly.

“What did it do?”

“It made me remember something,” he says very quietly. He lifts his hands, forming loose fists. He moves them closer to his face and she realizes that he’s miming smoking from a pipe. “It wasn’t pot,” he says shamefully.

She sighs and moves into the space between his knees, kneeling on the step just below him. She grabs his hands, holding them in her own and looking him straight in the eye.

“Listen to me,” she says sternly. “I don’t know who you were or what you did before they did this to you, but it doesn’t matter. To me, you are Cal. You’re a good man, and a wonderful husband and father.” She feels her throat constrict and she swallows against it. She needs to be strong for him. “Whoever did this is looking for me, Cal. They came to the hospital, and it’s only a matter of time before they show up here. I’m not safe here.”

His eyes widen and his mouth falls open, but she stops him before his mind wanders too far.

“This isn’t about you,” she explains. “This is about me, and a man I used to work with. You and the kids were used to distract me, to make me believe the lie. I don’t have any reason to think they’ll harm you, unless they think they can use you to get to me.”

“What do we do?” he asks.

“I have to leave. I’m not going to tell you where I plan to go because you can’t be forced to provide information that you don’t have. I need you to take care of the kids, okay? You can call my mom for help if you need to. She has no idea any of this is happening, so just tell her that I had a work emergency or something. If anyone asks, say that you’re taking the medication, and do not tell anyone that I removed your chip, okay? Can you do that?”

He nods, but it’s lacking confidence.

“Will we see you again?” he asks hoarsely, and her chin puckers.

“I hope so,” she whispers, and he opens his arms, pulling her into a hug.

She hastily packs a bag with a few changes of clothes and basic toiletries, plus the Sam Cooke CD and the rest of the Numerol. She wishes she could take Cal’s chip for evidence or eventual analysis, but if Alex was right that it can be used to track her movements, it would be unsafe to do so. She remembers finding $800 cash stuffed into a cookie tin during her initial investigation of the house, and she takes that too. She loads her bag into Tiffany’s car and then turns back to Cal, who is standing in the doorway between the house and garage.

“Where did you get the car?” he asks, and she smiles thinly. “Never mind,” he says with a sigh, realizing that it’s the least of their worries.

They stand there for a moment, looking at one another. There’s so much she doesn’t know about him, so much he doesn’t know about himself, but he is still the person she trusts most in the world right now. The only person she trusts, really. She wishes that she didn’t have to do this alone. She suspects that he wishes the same.

“I’ll be in touch when I can,” she says, and he nods. “Give the kids big hugs and kisses for me, okay?”

His face crumples and he looks at the floor. She turns to get in the car, but then changes her mind and walks the handful of steps to where he is standing. She grabs his hand and he lifts his head, absolute agony in his eyes.

“You’re going to be okay,” she assures him, and his jaw jerks to the side.

“What about you?” he asks, his shoulder jumping.

“I hope to be,” she says, forgoing empty promises.

She pushes up onto her tiptoes and presses her lips to his cheek. Before her resolve can crumble any further, she climbs into the car and starts the ignition. Cal walks slowly alongside the driver’s side window as she backs out of the garage, and then follows her down the driveway. Before she turns the corner she takes one final glimpse in the rear view mirror at his tall, trim frame silhouetted against the backdrop of a suburban neighborhood.

It was a beautiful lie they created for her, and part of her is sad to leave it behind. But she chooses to look forward in hopes that she might be able to find her past, and the missing piece that she’s been mourning since the moment she woke up in the hospital.

He. Him.

Mulder.

She heads south, flipping the radio back on so she doesn’t feel so lonely. Her chest aches in the persistent, heavy way that only loss brings, and she hates just how familiar the sensation has become to her.

She’s worried about Cal, about the kids, about herself. She wonders if Mulder has any idea what’s happening, or if he is blissfully ignorant. She starts to think about the most effective way she can explain it to him, if she has the chance. And if she does explain it, and he doesn’t believe her, then what? Or, even worse, what if he does believe her but chooses his new life, his wife, over whatever they had and lost?

Scar tissue that I wish you saw,

Sarcastic mister know-it-all.

Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you, ‘cause

With the birds I’ll share

She feels slightly lightheaded suddenly, and she blinks rapidly and shakes her head back and forth to clear it away.

With the birds I’ll share this lonely view.

With the birds I’ll share this lonely view.

She flips on the turn signal and pulls off to the side of the road, her heart racing. She feels like she might be having a panic attack.

Push me up against the wall,

Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra.

I’m fallin’ all over myself

To lick your heart and taste your health, ‘cause

It slams into her like a punch to the gut, making her head ache above her left ear. She can physically feel the synapses reaching out, connecting, pulling it up from the depths. Memories, unearthed like buried treasure.

“What are you saying?” he asks, flashing his eyes between her and the road with a haughty little smirk on his mouth.

“The song,” she answers, pointing to the radio.

“Sing it for me,” he requests, and her cheeks burn.

“I know I’m a terrible singer, Mulder, you don’t have to rub it in,” she grumbles, turning towards the window.

“I’m not making commentary on your vocal stylings, Scully, just tell me what the lyrics say,” he insists.

“With the blood that’s shed, it’s a lonely view,” she says flatly, and he chuffs a laugh. “What?”

“That is definitely not how the song goes,” he says, shaking his head. “It’s ‘with the birds I’ll share this lonely view’.”

She pauses, listening to the final chorus of the song.

“Hm,” she says.

“Hm?” he repeats. “Hm, you’re totally right, Mulder? Hm, those lyrics make a lot more sense?” he teases, reaching across the console to poke her arm with his index finger.

She turns her head sharply and gives him her very best irritated glare.

“Gloating is extremely unattractive,” she informs him, and he laughs.

“Does this mean you’re not coming over tonight?” he asks cheekily. “‘Cause I had plans for you, Scully.” He looks at her until she meets his eye, then adds, “Big plans.”

She rolls her eyes and looks out the passenger side window.

“Shut up, Mulder.”

She grips the steering wheel so tightly that her fingers go numb, her chest heaving and her heart pounding. Slowly, slowly, she returns to earth, to the shoulder of US-29-S, to the driver’s seat of Tiffany’s Escalade. As soon as the panic subsides, the tears come, running in torrents down her cheeks and keeping her stationary, unfit to operate heavy machinery in her current state. She wants more, so much more. She wants it all. She wants him.

Eventually, she feels ready to return to the road. She finds a seedy motel just outside the city that she’s confident won’t ask for ID, and lays clean-smelling towels over the top of the questionable-looking sheets before she curls up on the bed and begs for the respite of sleep. It’s early, but she’s exhausted, and feels like she needs the freshness of a new day in order to think clearly.

Tomorrow, she will return to the city she left behind against her will and try to find the torn edges of her stolen life. Tonight, she will pray that he meets her in her dreams, at least until the day she can return to his arms.

Tagging @today-in-fic

[ammimi-78]

Chapter 3

Warnings: none. Just fluff

A/N: English isn’t my first language so there might be some Grammar and spelling mistakes. :)

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We walk back downstairs, where my brothers and Luke were already waiting

I sit back down next to Luke, he wraps his arm around my shoulder again. “Nice shorts” he smiles down at me. I giggle and look up at him through my lashes “they’re from brandy” “Wow very cool Sunny” Nicks says sarcastically from the end of the couch. I give him a glare and he just smirks at me.

“Anyone wanna watch Mean Girls?” Gracie asks from next to Nick. Gracie shared my love for the movie Mean Girls. My brothers don’t. Cuz they’re lame. I squeal as I hear her suggestion “Me! I wanna watch it!” I squeal.

Luke laughs a little and shrugs “sure. Why not. We only watched it 100 times before.” He says sarcastically, earning an eye roll from me.

My brothers agreed too, after a bit of conviction. We settled on the couch, bringing blankets and snacks. I take a sip of my Dr Pepper as the movie starts.

About half an hour in the movie, I start to feel my eyes getting heavier and heavier with each passing second. I lean my head slightly on Luke’s chest to be more comfortable. I feel him stroking my back and putting some strands of hair out of my face. I fall asleep. Into a deep, comfortable sleep.

I wake up by someone carrying me bridal style upstairs. I blink a few times and rub my eyes. Chris smiles down at me. “Go back to sleep sweetheart.” He whisper, giving me a kiss on the forehead.

We reach the top of the stairs and he walks towards my room. He carefully opens the door, to not wake me again. He lays me down on my fluffy bed next to the window. He pulls the covers over my body and kisses my forehead once again before leaving the room.

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The next morning I wake up to the sun beams, that shine through the curtain gaps from my window. I rub my eyes still tired and stretch. I take my phone from my nightstand and check the time. 11:48am. Damn I slept long.

A message from Matt pops up and I instantly open it

So my brothers were out. Where were Gracie and Luke tho? I completely forgot they wanted to sleep over last night.

My question gets answered as the door opened and both of them walk in, followed by Stella.

Gracie jumps on top of me on the bed, making me groan. Luke just laughs at us. “Gracie get off of me.” I giggle. “You’re just too comfy Sun” “Is that a compliment or an insult” “compliment” “it better be”.

I somehow wiggle free out of Gracie’s arms and get up from my bed. I stand infront of my closet and search for an outfit to wear. “What are our plans for today?” I ask them as Luke plops down on the bed next to Gracie “I dunno” “I probably have to get back home soon. I’ve been here for the past 5 days” Gracie says, slightly upset.

“You don’t have to go Gray” I tell her reassuring “it’s fine. I’ll probably come back tonight” she giggles slightly as she gets up.

“See you tonight then?” I ask her as I hug her bye “yup” “bye” Luke dabs her up as a bye.

Gracie leaves and I continue searching for an outfit. “What if we just stay in a watch some movies?” Luke asks me “I’d love that” I smile at him.

I pick out a comfy outfit and put my hair in a braid.

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Luke and I spent the whole day watching movies, cuddling, filming TikTok’s and scrolling through social media on our phones. We also looked at a few old baby photos of me and my brothers and I decided to post them later on my instagram.

Sunshinelover posted on Tiktok

Sunshinelover posted on Instagram

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Sunshinelover: look what I just found @Birdboy @ketchuphater @Lilskiesfan 🫶🏼

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ketchuphater: where did you find all of that?????

➡️Sunshinelover: I’m Moms favorite

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A/N: this was a shorter Chapter and I’m sorry for that. I was really busy with my own stuff the past few days and didn’t had much motivation to write either. In a few days summer break is starting and I hope that I’ll have more time and motivation to write for you.

Stay safe. Smile. Drink water. Spread positivity. <3

You’re loved. 🫶🏼

[maeleelee]

Chapter Nine

Blue Moon

Prismatic chaos travels to Thornhill for an annual Halloween festival as lovers of all things spooky and murder mystery. Little did they know, they’d get more than they bargained for. With all the things that go bump in the night coming out to play, they can check in any time they like. But they can never leave.

⚠️minors DO NOT interact⚠️

Writing under pictures 🩷

Warnings: Hot pictures of the boys. Can’t say I’m sorry. Bar night, drinking, kissing, making out, shots, mentions of some animals (sharks, anteaters)

The girls were all giggling at Mae, who was standing on the table, toasting the bartender. “Thank you kind stranger for the shots.”

“Get down from there.” Kayla laughed, which only made Mae stay up there longer. They were all there to have a good time anyways.

“Mommy. Let baby have fun.” Cassi giggled, leaning into Hongjoong, who was trying to hold back his laugh. Kayla sighed but nodded, pulling Bun bun close to her and let the chaos continue.

Mae started dancing to the music, five shots deep since they had been there waiting for the boys to show up. Jess was sitting on San’s lap, watching her best friend dance. “Kind stranger man sir dude.” Mae shouted to the bartender. “I need them to get on my level. Shots all around, please and thank you.” He just laughed at the girl and nodded.

“Caden, baby boy.” Mae smiled down at him.

“I’m going.” He laughed and went to get the shots.

~

“You know they’re waiting on us, right?” Wooyoung grumbled at the guys who were still getting dressed.

“Yes, but we’re done. We can leave now.” Seonghwa told him and pushed him out the door. Wooyoung mumbled under his breath and got into the car. Seonghwa, Yunho, Mingi, and Yeosang had followed behind him and got in as well.

“Okay so when we get there, it’s pick on Wooyoung time, right?” Yeosang smirked, pinching Wooyoung’s cheek, who smacked Yeosang’s hand away.

They all started talking amongst each other before Seonghwa sighed. “So, I have to find someone to marry or they’re removing me from the throne.” The car went silent. We could hear a pin drop.

“What do you mean? I thought they couldn’t do that.” Yunho mumbled out, confusion written on his face.

“Well they changed their minds. Soulmate or not, if I want to keep the throne, I have to marry.” He tells the boys.

“That’s fucking stupid. You’ve been the best ruler in ages.” Yeosang hissed in the back seat, Mingi nodding beside him. “I can’t understand why they’d want to dethrone you over not being married.”

“It’s fine. I’ll talk to them about it later.” Seonghwa shrugged as he pulled into the parking lot of the bar. He parked the car and took a deep breath. “Let’s go meet these girls, yeah?”

-

As they stepped into the bar, everything froze, time stopped for Seonghwa. He looked around and saw a pretty lady start to freak out. “Sweetheart. Hey, close your eyes for me. I wanna talk before we make eye contact.” She nodded and closed her eyes.

He walked to her, smiling as he realized this was his soulmate. He touched her face and she leaned into the touch. “If we make eye contact the world goes back to work. I want to spend a minute with you before, if that’s okay. What’s your name pretty?” He whispered to her.

“Yes please. It’s Kayla.” She nodded at him.

“You’re gorgeous. Not sure why I’d get someone so pretty after being around for years.” Seonghwa mumbled out, taking in the sight of his soulmate.

“Can I see you?” She asked in a whisper, like someone would hear them if she said it any louder.

“Yeah. Eyes are closed princess.” He said, a soft smile on his face.

Kayla smiled as she opened her eyes to see the King of the city in front of her. “This is a lovely surprise, King sir.” She giggled lightly. “You’re a sight to see in all honestly.”

“Please don’t call me King when I get you next to me for the rest of my life. Just Seonghwa or Hwa baby.” He mumbled as he leaned into her hand.

She smiled and got a little closer to him. “Kiss me.” She whispered. She grabbed his face and pulled his face down towards her. “Please.”

He did as asked and pressed his lips to hers. He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arm around her waist and one hand through the back of her hair. He stayed like that until they couldn’t breathe. He pulled away and smiled brightly.

~

Once their eyes opened, the business of the bar could be heard and they were smiling at each other. Bun bun tapped Mae foot and pointed towards Kayla. Mae’s eye lit up and she started cheering. “Ohhhh. Get it mommy.” She shouted, taking the shot Caden brought back.

Kayla’s face was a little red. “I hope you’re okay with chaos because that’s all they are.” She pointed back at the table. Caden was giggling at Mae, causing her to giggle, causing everyone else to giggle. Cassi was still next to Hongjoong, Jess still sat in San’s lap. “Welcome to the family.” Kayla smiled at Seonghwa.

“Be mine?” He asked her.

“Of course. Always.” She smiled at him.

“Forever?” He asked quietly.

“Forever.” She said, a big smile plastered onto her face. He smirked and picked her up over his shoulder and headed back to the car.

“Have fun mommy!” Mae shouted as she waved from the table, eyes lighting up when she saw Wooyoung. “Baby!” She jumped down from the table and smiled when he walked to her.

“How much have you had to drink?” He chuckled at her.

She turned to Cassi. “Daddy, do you know?” Which mean Cassi giggle.

“Six and they wanna do body shots later.” Cassi shook her head. “Girls wild.”

“Let’s go get you water, yeah?” Wooyoung chuckled. “Go sit down and I’ll be back.” He guided Mae to Ani and looked at her. “I thought you promised to keep an eye on her pup.” He grumbled, making Ani shiver slightly.

“Be nice to my puppy.” Mae smacked his arm, pout on her lips. He pecked her pout and looked at Ani.

“I’m sorry Ani.” He smiled. “You want anything while I’m up there?”

“Just a Coke please.” She stated as she held onto Mae. “Thank you.” He nodded and walked off.

-

They table was full of laughter, everyone had sobered up some and everyone was introduced to each other after Wooyoung got water and a coke for the two girls.

“So,” Yeosang smirked, “how was doing shit? Good?” Mae looked up at him and laughed.

“Great actually. Ten ten would recommend.” She shrugged. “Treated me real nice.”

“She’s not lying. Watched the other thing happen.” Jess mumbled. “Treated her real good.”

“Damn.” Yunho chuckled. “I don’t think you’re gonna get much from these girls.”

“It’s worth a shot.” He shrugged.

“If you want tea, Cassi and Caden are your guy and gal. They’ll talk it with you all night.” Bun bun stated towards Yeosang. “Caden also likes embarrassing all of us.” She shrugged.

“Is it really embarrassment if we always talk about it?” Mae asked Bun Bun.

“Not if you liked it.” Jess stated, sipping on a coke and whiskey.

“Embarrassing fact number one, Mae and Jess aren’t in the ‘we hate Anteaters’ club.” Caden said looking at the two.

“I-“ Mae paused, looked at Ani, and then back to Caden. “Just because I giggled the whole conversation about it, doesn’t mean I don’t agree with what you said.”

“We had an anteater hate speech and I wasn’t there for it?” Jess asked. “Damn.”

“Please don’t get him started. There’s thirty two reasons why he hates them and I’ve heard them four times now.” Ani groaned.

“Caden, I agreed with all of it. Anteaters are ugly, don’t know how to love, and are gross for eating half the weight in ants.” Mae laughed, as she laid her head on Wooyoungs shoulder.

“Okay good.” Caden nodded. “I’m glad, they suck.” He folds his arms.

“Is he always this passionate about stuff like this?” Jongho asked.

“Yes.” All of them said at the same time.

“JINX.” Mae shouted, giggling. “He’s a big fan of sharks, but I think half the group is.”

“Sharks are pretty. I want to touch.” Caden nodded.

“He’s got a point.” San nodded. “They’re cool as fuck.”

“Thank you, tall boy.” Caden smiled.

“Anyways, Anis big into bones, so I go to her about any questions I have about that. Mae’s my momma so I just rant to her about everything. I’ve adopted Bun bun as my little sibling. Jess is my twin, Cassis my sweetheart. Kayla is momma number two.” Caden smiled at the group. “I have dirt on all of them and will only tell you if I get dirt on yourself, or a friend.”

“Damn. That’s the fastest he’s use the blackmail tactic.” Ani laughed.

“He does this often?” Hongjoong asked.

“Yes, your highness.” Caden nodded.

“I- Caden, baby boy. He lives in hell?” Mae stated.

“Oh yeah, yes your lowness, better?” He asked Mae, making Ani let out a laugh.

“Much better.” Ani nodded.

“You have nicknames for all of us already?” Mingi asked.

“A few. San is tall boy. Grim is death boy. Hongjoong is your ‘lowness’. Yunho is frog turner man. That’s about all I got so far.” He shrugged.

“I- I’m to tired for this.” Mae shook her head. “I say we continue this conversation next time.” She yawned and stood up, holding her hand out to Ani. “Bun bun, you going home with Cassi?”

“Yeah. Hongjoongs staying the night. Gonna watch a Disney movie marathon.” Bun bun smiled brightly.

“Alright good.” Mae kissed her head and walked to Jess. “See you at the house later.” And kissed her cheek. “Baby boy. Behave or I will get out the belt.” She stared at him.

“I’ll be good momma. No belt.” Caden smiled.

“I’ll watch him.” Cassi giggled. “It’ll be alright.” Mae nodded, kissed both their heads and walked out, Ani and Wooyoung following behind her.

“I have dirt on all of the boys. I’ll trade you information for information.” Jongho whispered to Caden.

“Deal.”

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DOMINI PROMPTS >:3 OKAY. SO. [STRADDLE ] I'm thinking Asher plus... SOMEONE. David? Huxley? Damien? WHO TICKLES YOUR FANCY?? >:3 <33

EJ, my starshine, my science lord, my werewolf queen!!!!! You gave me so many options! Okay, I went DASH because I love all of these characters but David is particularly fun to throw in the mix. I hope you like how it turned out. Thank you so much for the ask!

David/Asher aka DASH

tags: getting together, post inversion, light angst because of feelings, friends to lovers

On the Mat

His back hit the mat hard enough to make him question if it was padding at all. His breath came out hard, so fast that for a long second he struggled to get another in.

David leaned over him, one hand to his collar below his neck to keep him pinned and his knees in the mat on either side of his chest. “You okay?” he asked, serious.

Asher snorted, bucked, rolled, and elbowed to toss David off and twist around, until he had the bigger man face down with his arm behind his back. David growled into the mat, shoulders rolling under that thin shirt and fists clenching.

Asher pulled his arm tighter, a knee in his lower back keeping him from standing up with Asher on his back. “No shifting,” he reminded. It had been David’s idea and so much fun to throw back in his face.

“That was when I thought you needed the edge,” he snarled against the mat, looking back at Asher from the corner of his eye.

Asher grinned, breath fast and skin tacky from sweat. “You think you have the edge when we’re shifted, buddy?” David had shown up at his apartment that morning suggesting they go for a run and then they’d done some weightlifting at the den before he brought up sparring. They hadn’t done this in years. They used to spar all the time. They used to train together all the time. But they’d been kids and that felt like a long time ago now. Years ago, before David was alpha. They always had other stuff to do now. It wasn’t like they didn’t see each other. It wasn’t like they weren’t still best friends. It was just… different.

And this wasn’t David rekindling their old routines. Asher knew that. This was him being alpha, checking to make sure Asher was still fit to fight. He tried not to let that burn. He told himself it was fair, it was right, and it was okay. But he pulled David’s arm tighter and dug his knee down to keep him pinned a little longer, just to make sure he drove home that he hadn’t dropped the ball after that shit with the shade. He’d been laid up for a month after that, barely remembered most of it.

It was snippets of everything before and everything after, and sometimes, at night, he remembered David screaming his name in the worst way ever.

Asher let him go and jumped to his feet, breath puffing as he clawed sweaty hair out of his face. “Any other tests, boss?”

David rolled onto his back and sat up, looking back at him. “Tests?”

Asher rolled his eyes, reminding himself again not to take offense. David was just doing his job. Still, he fisted a hand in the front of his own tank top and jerked it up and to the side, flashing the length of his chest and those long, deep scars. “You wanna get a look too? Make sure they’re not still splitting open or anything?” He grinned when he said it, like he could hide the jab of pain in his heart—like he’d ever been able to hide anything from David. Well, anything but the one biggest thing. Somehow David had never seen that.

His eyes dropped down to Asher’s exposed chest, his expression unreadable but his eyes so focused that they made something in Asher’s chest flutter and his skin feel raw again.

“I promise not to faint or bleed on any of the clients, boss,” Asher said and almost made it sound funny too.

“Stop fucking calling me boss,” David growled.

Asher saluted and started to turn, to walk away. He’d made this awkward. He’d cool off and then apologize—

David swept his legs out from under him.

Asher hit the mat hard, this time chest down. “Fuck,” he growled, rolling over, but David grabbed his leg under the knee and pulled him back across the mat to him. And then David was on top of him. He was fast for a big guy.

“Are you serious?” David grumbled.

Asher rolled his eyes and tried to sit up.

David put a hand to his chest and flattened him out under him, those eyes boring into him still. “You think… You think I’m testing your health by roughing you up?”

Asher snorted. “You think this is rough?” he joked.

David was not taking the humor bait. “Ash…”

Asher sighed and turned his head to look away. “I’m sorry if I—”

“Don’t fucking apologize!” David yelled.

Asher’s head snapped forward again. He wasn’t afraid of David. He had never been afraid of David. “What the fuck else would this be? You haven’t asked me to go running or training with you since—” He stopped but didn’t look away, they both knew what he’d almost said. “Since you became alpha,” he finished, softer.

David actually looked like he was going to argue, face pinching before he crunched the numbers and seemed to realize for the first time that that was true.

“I get it,” Asher said, not angry anymore. He’d never been good at staying angry, let alone at the people he loved. “You have to make sure I’m fit enough to do my job as beta and for jobs—”

David winced and shook his head. “I wasn’t… It wasn’t that.”

Asher blinked up at him. He was telling the truth. “Then why…”

David looked down at him, something unfathomable in his eyes. And then his big hand moved down Asher’s chest, from his collar, over his heart, and down. He lifted Asher’s tank top up again. He sat back on Asher’s hips and looked at the scars. He swallowed hard, jaw tight when he dragged his thumb across one of them, the deepest one.

Asher’s breath caught but he didn’t move or say anything, just watching David’s face. What was that? He hadn’t ever seen him look like that before. Not ever. It was some sort of hurt but…

“I thought I was going to lose you,” he said so lowly that Asher almost missed it over the pounding of his own heart. “You… There was so much blood, Ash. You followed me in without even a second thought and you almost died.”

Asher jerked on the floor, lifting up onto his elbows and staring up at David. “That’s not your fault. None of that is your fault, David. Of course, I followed you.”

David winced, eyes closing. His jaw tensed and his nodded once.

Asher realized what he was thinking. He grabbed the back of David’s hand, the other man’s fingers still splayed against his bare chest. “I didn’t follow you because you were my alpha. I followed because you’re you. …Wouldn’t you have followed me?”

David’s eyes opened, staring down at him. “Of course.”

Asher nodded. “Wherever we’re going, we go together.”

David’s hand flexed against Asher’s abdomen, like he was suddenly aware he was still touching him and that Asher’s hand was holding his.

Asher let go, huffing an easy laugh to let him off the hook for whatever this wave of intimacy had been. “So, you’re clear. No more guilt or whatever. I’m alive and still able to kick your ass. All is right in the world.”

David didn’t get up and he didn’t take his hand off of him. “Do you remember the last time we sparred?”

Asher froze, heat rushing up to his face. He was suddenly very aware that David was sitting on his hips. He swallowed, remembering that day very clearly. Years ago, right before Gabe’s accident. Asher had made a move. The only and last move. He hadn’t planned to, he’d been crushing on his best friend for a while, maybe forever, and he’d pinned him to the mat that day and kissed him. David had sputtered and stared and Asher had run off. They’d never talked about it again. It hadn’t seemed important after the accident.

David watched Asher’s face. “I took a lot of shit for granted… Like everything would still be the same later, when I was ready.”

Asher’s heart pounded high in his chest. No fucking way. Was…Was David making a move? Asking if Asher was still interested? “It’s all still the same,” he said, no hesitation. He wasn’t going to lie about how he felt. He’d accepted that it wasn’t reciprocated and let it go. David’s friendship was worth everything to him.

David exhaled like he’d just dodged a comet, shoulders easing and hand sliding up Asher’s chest, to his heart, like it wasn’t even intentional.

Asher marveled. “If this is because you feel guilty or like you owe me…” he started gently.

David shook his head. “It’s not. I just… After my dad I really couldn’t think about anything else and then, when I could, I was alpha and you’re my beta. I-I couldn’t have done this without you and I can’t imagine not having you.”

Asher smiled. “Did you think I’d bail on you if you made a move?”

David swallowed hard, shaking his head and not quite meeting his gaze.

Asher’s smile faltered. “Oh, buddy…” He reached up, curling a hand behind David’s neck to drag him down to him, their foreheads together. David had always feared the pack doing what he wanted out of fear or out of sheer respect for his position. Sometimes it had to be like that, but Asher knew that wasn’t how he’d wanted things between them even as friends let alone… “I would never do that.”

David sighed, his breath curling against Asher’s lips.

Asher smiled, fingers squeezing and rubbing the back of David’s neck. “Did you… David, are we sparring because you wanted to remind me that I can throw you, before you ask me out?”

David shrugged, his hand sliding up Asher’s chest, over his collar, to cup the side of his neck.

Asher laughed. “I’m not scared of you.” He gasped. “Wait! Does this mean you were taking it easy on me?”

A smile tugged at the corner of David’s mouth and a glint flickered in his eyes.

“Oh, son of a b—”

David kissed him, stopping not just his words but his thoughts. The kiss started blunt and then slowly grew deeper and deeper, until they both forgot how it had started.

[dancingbabya-notes]

Wooing a Bakugo

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Have I mentioned Bakugo might be one of my top three favorite characters recently? No? here you go I will not apologize

Bakugo x oc

This is just a quick little oneshot, not much actual like details but I liked it enough.

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It took three years for this man to acknowledge you as an equal. Bakugo Katsuki, or better known as the  pro-hero: Dynamite. During second year of high school, you participated in a program to transfer schools to Japan’s Yueei Academy. With your aptitude, you placed high and transferred into class A. Your quirk was what you called Spatial Apparition, the ability to move from one fixed point to another you only needed to occupy that space or see it within your distance radius.

Right now, it was quiet only the sound of footsteps could be heard as you tried to grasp your location. With a slight tap on your goggles, night vision was activated. It was a warehouse, you were working on a capture and rescue mission with Red Riot, Charge Bolt, Dynamite and Uravity. The area appeared clear, once double checking you mumble.

“Seems clear, except I’m only reading three figures here. Anyone know where the fourth guy is?” You mumble.

You heard the thud as you whipped around. “Be more aware of your surroundings space cadet.”

His term of endearment. “Awe, you care. Now go back to your position. If you get too close the gas will explode.”

He hesitates. “Can’t leave your side then.”

With a huff, you grumble. “Anyone got eyes on the target?”

“They’re gonna move, you need to go now while I handle this,” Red Riot states.

“I’m here too,” Chargebolt grumbles.

Grabbing hold of the tall man you activate your quirk, moving to the desired position you smile. A child was abducted, she has a quirk to replicate medication that she consumes.

“Hi sweetheart,” you crouch down, her pink hair was disheveled and there were signs of previous restraint on her arms and legs.

“You’re not gonna feed me the icky stuff, right?” She whimpers.

Shaking your head, you hold out your hand. “I’m here to take you back home, wanna go home?”

Her small hand reaches for yours. Dynamite was impatient, but you move him a few meters away. The little girl climbs into your hold, she felt like a skeleton in your arms, but you wrap the holds on her.

“I don’t wanna go home, but here is a bad place too,” she whispers.

Patting her head gently you nod. Before you notice the door opens, it wasn’t Red Riot or Chargebolt. You run to Dynamite moving the three of you out of the building where Chargebolt should have been.

“What’s going on?” He grumbles.

“Looks like we have to retrieve Red and Pikachu,” you sigh.

With another tap, you open the digital interface in your goggles. Locking on the locations of Chargebolt and Red Riot you pin them.

“Dynamite, Uravity, I’m going to send you to a location where our teammates should be, once retrieved alert me and head for the rendezvous,” you explain.

“Omniv, I’m already with Red Riot. I’m headed there now,” Uravity states.

You nod.

“Go get our Pokémon, Dynamite,” you chuckle sending him away with a snap.

Checking on the girl she seemed calmer, still frazzled but you pop to the agreed location. An alley a few hundred meters away.

“Lady, are you a hero?” She asks quietly.

“Mhmm,” you nod.

She nods. “Can you protect me from my Daddy and Mommy?”

You pause. Seeing the orange and green uniform you bring the two figures closer. Dynamite and an unconscious Chargebolt, with a glance up you see the other two team members.

“Dynamite, um would you be able to vouch for me?” You ask.

“Huh?” He looked confused.

The little girl peeks through the bundle that you use to hold civilians that are unable to move on their own. “I want her to protect me from my mommy and daddy.”

His eyes go wide. “Omniv, try not to get into too much trouble.”

“Omniv, we’re coming down,” Uravity calls as she drops down.

It was a moment before you return your team to your headquarters. Instantaneously you were surrounded by medics and others. You kept the bundle close to you.

“Omniv what are you doing?” One asks.

“I don’t remember who filed for the report, can someone enlighten me?” You state.

A hesitant voice. “Her parents.”

You narrow your eyes. “Alright, until we have a permanent quirk limiter placed on her I’m not letting this girl go.”

“Huh? But we can’t just get one right now,” someone groans.

“Well looks like she’ll be staying with me,” you assert.

Two weeks, after rescuing the small girl she started living with you. A temporary solution that was going to change today. From across the room your phone went off, pushing off the couch you pick it up seeing your manager.

“Omniv, after cross-examining and a quick check. You were right, where did you learn about the young girl’s abuse?” She sounded tired.

Leaning against your counter you shake your head. “I didn’t, there were bruises on her from being restrained and they weren’t holding her down or anything when we went to pick her up.”

“Yes, Dynamite informed me,” she sighs. “What are you gonna do now?”

Peeking over the couch you see the toddler asleep. Her quirk has barely manifested, and she was taken, your heart lay with her, but your job left little free time.

“How long would it take for me to get an approval for adoption?” You ask.

“She’d have to stay at the orphanage for a little bit then...” you stopped her.

“No, I mean get a caseworker in here and survey my apartment for acceptable living conditions. I’ve been meaning to take a break,” you chuckle.

Granted you had finally placed in the top thirty for heroes, but you knew that this was just gonna pull you apart.

“I’ll see what I can do,” she grumbles. “Also, Dynamite would like you to contact him.”

You felt your face tense. “I’ll do that as soon as I have time.”

After that call, you look at the phone. On cue, it rings. Picking it up you wait for shouting.

“Hey, Mere,” Usually Bakugo wouldn’t waste time with hellos, he’d get straight to the point.

“Hi, Tsuki.” You mumble.

“How’s the little brat?” He seemed to be having a hard time.

“Well, she’s sleeping now. But I managed to get her to eat food again, that gelatin thing helped,” you sigh.

“Look, I know that we’ve only been at this for what two years, but are you sure?” He asks.

About what? “Nope, no idea what you’re asking mister cryptic man. Please speak in Japanese or English.”

You can practically hear his chest rumble. “Don’t fuck with me, are you serious about doing less hero work?”

Catching yourself, you try not to fall. “It’s only a small break. What, I can’t take local hero work or being a sidekick a try?” Arguing, you pout.

“What could be so important that you become a sidekick instead?” He scoffs.

“Adopting a kid,” you mumble.

“When did it change to that?” He was quiet.

“I dunno. It wasn’t on a whim either I thought about it. With any luck I can enroll her in daycare and start back up again,” you explain.

He was quiet, something unusual for Bakugo. “I’m coming over.”

“When?”

“Right now, I’m at your complex,” he grumbles.

From room to room you ran about grabbing the little girl a blanket, she had adapted your routine and would be sleeping for two hours. Once sure everything was in its place you heard the knock, it was rough but not loud. Walking to the living room to the door you open it to see the tall man.

“Come in,” you mutter.

Putting his shoes in the box you watch as he makes his way to the couch.

“Pretty defenseless,” he huffs.

“She’s three, what did you expect?” You sigh.

“What made you change your mind?” Bakugo sits on the open couch.

You look at the sleeping child. “Reminds me of a friend I lost. I’m not doing this out of pity or sympathy, I want to adopt her. She was fighting it, she didn’t understand what she was fighting, but she fought until she didn’t have a way to fight. Apparently, her parents sold her for money, my friend Ikumi helped me find that out.”

“I know who you're talking about, Sightseer, what else did you find out?” You slide into the seat next to him.

“She’s not the only one, with Sighseer’s help I found out that she’s just the youngest. And that they send requests to have the child found under kidnapping,” you utter, hands wringing around your wrists a nervous habit.

Bakugo nods. “Alright, I’ll report this. But I’d rather blow their ass’s sky high.”

“Thank you.” Smiling you lean against him.

Bakugo didn’t move, for a moment then you felt his hand on your lower back.

“I’m gonna have enough soon when you get back in the field come to my company,” he grumbles.

Peeking up through heavy bangs you chuckle. “You're not gonna let me get away from you that easily, will you?”

“Speaking of that, is the room still available?” He asks.

“You’re the only one I’ve told about it, why do you ask?”

Bakugo was like an explosion much like his quirk, somehow you carried feelings for this man for three years. Even now you found more ways to love him, it wasn’t like a slow fall in love either. Back at Yueei you were practicing with him as your sparring partner, somehow you were just a half-second off from moving out of his blast but ended up pinned by him. The explosion a few centimeters from your face took a large section of your long hair at the time, but you saw how much he accepted his mistake after.

“Where do you keep your replacements?” He calls.

“The closet in the bathroom hallway,” you mumble.

Small hands pull at your apron. “Ma, ma! Look I finished!” Boasts the little girl.

The girl in question had a new name now five months after the incident you got custody of the little girl that was now named Misyu.

“Oh, look at how pretty. Go show, Tsuki,” you chuckle.

She was holding a small clay family, watching her carefully walk away. You wait for Bakugo’s usually indifferent replies.

“You're getting better kid,” he states.

“Lunch is ready by the way, I gotta go to the office,” you yawn.

Putting the apron back in its hook you watch as the two walk back into the main sitting room. After talking to your landlord, you made changes to your lease since Misyu was a permanent addition and Bakugo was helping with finances.

“Ma,” you pause at the whine.

She calls you Ma for some reason you didn’t argue. “Yes, Misyu?”

“When are you and Tsuki gonna get married?” She asks.

Blinking you look to the man for a reply. He smirks.

“Misyu, we’re getting married in a few months,” Bakugo informs her.

This was news to you. The wait was the ground always this close. Looking around you, you realize that your legs gave out. Suddenly you wanted to hide in a hole because your ears felt warm and pulling the hood over your face you curl into a ball.

“Tsuki, I think you broke Mama,” she points out.

“It’s alright, she’ll get over it in a moment,” he laughs.

“Fuck you,” you grumble.

A laugh. “Maybe later.”

Bolting you grab your keys and walk to the door. “I’m going to work; I’ll be back soon. Please behave. And we will have words when I return, don’t give Misyu too much cake.”

You were gonna marry the most stubborn man with an ego bigger than All might’s merch line.

[troutfur]

Adding a CalmMo prompt: the au where Jay is Dove and Ivy's dad and some cute father/daughter moment(s)

Ah Jaydad! A favorite fluff and angst subject! 💚​ I have something in the works that is still getting the kinks ironed out and may just have some Jaydad content in an unorthodox way. We'll see. I still have to get through rebuilding the habit as November goes on.

(Wanna get in on the ficlet fun? Check out my guidelines and hit me up for your one-scene ficlet request. I still have lots of space open.)

For this one I took something someone said onceto me about how there could be some kind of point of connection between Jay and his daughters as newborns, how at the beginning of their lives they experience the world in a manner similar to him.

Enjoy!

“Still enraptured by them?” Poppyfrost asked mid-yawn as she brought her front leg down her mate’s chest.

Jaywhisker whined in protest and half-heartedly tried to elbow her away to no avail as the larger queen easily pinned him down. Such was the price of sharing a nest with her. He could’ve taken a break, quite easily, and yet he had insisted in moving in with Poppyfrost and help take care of the two small bundles they now had under their care.

“If anyone ever told me you’d be this eager to stay inside of camp for any reason,” Poppyfrost said, punctuating it with a lick behind his ear, “I’d never believe them.”

From under her Jaywhisker gave a huff as he began trying to wriggle out.

“They’re hardly half a moon old,” Poppyfrost continued. “I don’t think you’re missing out on anything particularly exciting. They’re just kits afterall.”

“Just kits? It’s our litter,” Jaywhisker spoke up with a tone of indignancy. “Our first litter in fact. I don’t really think you can really speak much to what I am or am not missing.”

She rolled her eyes, wiggling to maintain him pinned under her. “Well~” she chirped before grooming a little more behind her mate’s ears and then shuffling off him in order to her paws. “Since I have someone so gracefully voluntering to keep looking after them then I suppose I can go get some sunshine and catch up with the goings on in camp can’t I?”

“Have fun,” he said with a flick of his tail as he began to stretch. They were lucky that they had the nursery mostly to themselves in the end like that. Jaywhisker still remembered enough of his kithood to shudder at the thought of being so cramped once again.

Jaywhisker kept an ear twisted to the entrance, not letting his guard down until he knew his queen had gone far away enough already to not be able to try any more of her games. With her outside the nursery he gave a yawn and began looking for the little bundles that were toddling around.

When his whiskers brushed over one of them --if he had to guess by the developing scent Dovekit, but he still got it wrong more than he wanted to admit-- he heard her mewl in protest and turn around to paw at his muzzle.

“Does that tickle?” he asked, a purr beginning to rise on his throat as he began rubbing them a little more vigorously against the tiny form.

The kit continued to mewl in protest and paw at her father’s nose, prompting the purr to deepen. She only stopped as her sister clumsily walked into her, called by the commotion, and the two rolled into each other as a tangle of limbs.

“Careful, careful,” Jaywhisker said as he went to pick up the kit he’d been playing with by the scruff and then deposited here away from her sister. Then he went up to the other one and with a careful prod from his face he redirected her attention away.

As the two little curious bundles continued their clumsy exploration of their living space, Jaywhisker kept always close, listening intently and trying to follow along. It reminded him of himself, whether exploring camp for the first time or being drilled in the layout of the territory by Brightheart. He almost wished he could have more time with them like that, but from what Leafpool said brightness was beginning to bother them and it wouldn’t be long after that they would come into light like their clanmates.

[puddingvalkyrie]

Old Flame

Tyrian slouched on the throne, trying to find a position that would better suit his numbed behind. Consulting hours were almost over. It had been quiet; just a few nobles asking if they could raise taxes a little for this project or that, with a clear timeline for the end of the raise. Aurelia had really put an end to the petty squabbles he was used to hearing; it was hard to complain about ‘all these foreigners’ to a foreign-born queen. Her sharp tongue saw off the rest of the foolish demands. He should have married her years ago. Nevertheless, they took turns, and today it was his. Ten minutes to go.

  The door to the back corridor opened, and out stepped Will.

  “You’re nearly there,” he said, putting his thumbs in his pockets. “Thought I’d come and keep you company anyway. Wanna go to Kiko’s after?”

  “Sure.” Tyrian smiled and leaned his chin on his hand.

  “How was it today?” Will asked. “Sorry I couldn’t be here.”

  “Will, you are officially not my fool anymore,” Tyrian pointed out. “You’ve got other things to do. You don’t need to be sorry. And it went fine. Had a few perfectly reasonable requests. They want to open their own library over in The Green Woods, and Meadow Bright they’re asking for a plot of land to build a greenhouse and a dormitory. The lady at Shimmering Lake wants to build an... What did she call it... An indoor swimming pool? Somewhere people can swim indoors, where it’s safe. Apparently not all the witches who come here can swim, and she’s got a merrow friend who wants to start giving lessons.”

  “Oh. I didn’t think of that.” Will pulled a notebook out of one pocket and a pencil from the other. “Swimming pool... Lessons...” He thought for a moment and added a few other notes, before putting the notebook away again. “Think Letitia would be interested in that?”

  “I can always ask.” Tyrian shifted position again. Five minutes to go. “If she isn’t, I can try Celia.”

  Will considered this. “I think you might need to have someone with legs rather than a fishtail as a teacher,” he pointed out. “Being a mermaid is cheating, I think.”

 “True, but I was thinking she could ask her sisters. Some of them have legs. Besides, maybe we could offer tourists a mermaid potion?” Tyrian suggested. “Even if they know how to swim with legs, doesn’t mean they know how to swim with a tail. People would go for that, right? Being a mermaid for a few days?”

  “I know people who would go nuts for that. Brilliant idea.” Will got out the notepad and scribbled furiously. “Of course, we’ll have to check where it’s safe and okay with the local merfolk to do so, make sure we won’t upset the local wildlife, keep it to very small groups at a time, probably a bunch of other precautions I’m not thinking of...”

 Three minutes to go.

 Busy peering over Will’s shoulder trying to make out what he was writing, Tyrian barely even heard the footsteps as the newcomer approached the dais. It was when they stopped he noticed the change of sound, and looked round.

  “I’ll have to do a massive survey of pretty much the whole Realm, maybe even the whole country, and we should check with the neighbouring mermaid Queendom to-“

  “Lawrence.”  

  Will paused.

 The man stood awkwardly a few feet before the throne seemed little different to what Tyrian remembered. Peach skin, long, light brown hair in a braid. A little stockier now, though still slim, and dressed in a matching set of red trousers and shirt, edged with an elaborate gold pattern; his family crest, repeated over and over. He was clutching the edges of his dark purple cape together, though the emerald and gold pin was surely doing a fine job of that, and he kept his green eyes averted from the king’s face. “...Your Majesty.”

   Will had stopped writing and was obviously trying not to stare.

  “I um, I’ve taken over from my mother...”

  “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I know this is unprofessional, but Lawrence as in...?” Will questioned.

  Tyrian gave a small nod.

  “Oh no,” the man said in a small voice, pulling his cloak even tighter.

  “I mean, you can’t really have expected me not to talk about you?” Tyrian directed this at the unfortunate Lawrence.

  “Of course not.” Lawrence replied. “So it... It really is my fault.”

  Tyrian frowned, caught off guard. “What is?” Tyrian did have a mental list of things that were Lawrence’s fault, but nothing he could think Lawrence should be aware of.

  “That everyone got kicked out of the palace,” Lawrence replied.

  “If you want to get extremely psychological about it, I suppose so, but otherwise no,” Tyrian replied. “I needed the nobles out. ‘Everyone’ did not get kicked out, in fact.”

  “Yes, that’s ... That’s true...” Lawrence admitted. He bit his lip, and still refused to meet Tyrian’s gaze. There was a long silence.

  “So? What did you come to me for?” Tyrian prompted.

   “There’s been griffin attacks. Increasing frequency. We don’t want to hurt the griffins, we know they’re endangered... But we have to do something.”

  “Do you know what’s causing it?” Tyrian asked.

  Lawrence shook his head. “No.”

  “It needs investigating then.”

  Lawrence finally looked at him, brow furrowed. “I thought that was the palace’s responsibility? Once we’ve reported it?”

  “No?” Tyrian replied, just as puzzled. “That’s part of your job? Safeguarding the village? That’s why people pay you the taxes??”

  “Oh... Yes... I thought because it was a wildlife issue...” Lawrence looked down again as his cheeks turned crimson.

  “It is good that you reported it before you took any action, of course,” Tyrian clarified, “and I’ll assign someone to you so we can cooperate on the matter.”

  Lawrence gave a single nod. “Thank you, Your Majesty. I... I’ll, um, I’ll start investigating in the meantime. I’ll make sure I’m familiar with the Endangered Species Act before we start the research. I’m quite lost as to how to go about it, so if you have any advice, please do send it along.”

  “I will. Please do also send me any ideas you do come up with.”

    Lawrence loitered for some moments, turned to go, then turned back. “... Is there any possibility you’ll ever let the nobles back in...?”

  “Who asked you to ask?” Tyrian demanded.

  “Um. A few people.”

  “Well, you can tell them no,” Tyrian replied firmly. “It’s now impossible because we need the space for the magic school students, the new museum, some other tourism business, possibly this griffin thing, and not your personal fault in any way whatsoever.”

 “...Thank you. That’s everything. Well... No...” He took a steadying breath. “I... I really am sorry, you know. I know I really hurt you. I shouldn’t have... ... ... I know that doesn’t matter now, but... I couldn’t leave without saying it.”

  “Well, you have said it, therefore, you can leave,” Tyrian responded. Lawrence nodded mutely before turning and heading back towards the main doors. He was almost to the door before Tyrian shouted after him, “And don’t you bloody well dare wait another thirty bloody years to talk to me again! You... Spineless cabbage!”

  The man turned to give him a weak smile before he disappeared. His footsteps faded away. Consulting hours were officially over.

  “You know, cabbages are not known for their spines,” Will pointed out.

  “Couldn’t think of anything suitably insulting.” Tyrian rubbed his temples. “And yet suitably ‘You are actually allowed to come and talk to me without it being a sodding emergency’.” Tyrian pressed his palms into his eyes. “The absolute bastard.”

  “You don’t mean it.” Will reached over and squeezed his hand.

  “I bloody do. I mean, I don’t, but I do.”

  “Weirdly, I know what you mean.”

  “He’s still... Ugh. He only came to me because some of the other nobles wanted him to,” Tyrian complained. “Perhaps they thought an old flame would convince me to change my mind. Ha! They can come in person, next time.”

  “I don’t think that’s it... Not all of it, anyway.”

  “No?”

  “If you were him, what would you have done? If the tables were turned?”

  “I would have just come to Aurelia. I could’ve avoided the whole situation-” Tyrian folded his arms. “Oh. Alright, fine. Maybe he’s not a spineless cabbage.”

  “What would a cabbage even look like with a spine?”

  “I don’t think this is a productive area of discussion.”

  “It most certainly is not and the spined cabbages of my imagination might haunt me forever.” Will wrinkled his nose. “Quick, new topic?”

 “Griffins?” Tyrian suggested. “Ideas on how to investigate them?”

  “Harforth gets attacked by griffins still,” Will mused. “They can’t really do anything much about it. It’s normally in the hard times, like winter, when food is hard to find.”

  “But it’s never winter here,” Tyrian thought aloud. “What could have happened??”

 “I guess we need to find a way of tracking griffins?” Will suggested.

  “I guess we do...”

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I don't mean to keep mentioning how the nobles got kicked out of the palace, three pieces in a row, it just keeps coming up. Like I'm not trying to make a big deal about it, it just happened to keep being relevant...

[lvcdrms]

henlo!! i’m still setting up this blog but atm i’m really looking for plots for a specific oc i’m dying to write. looking for romantic as well as platonic plots, preferrably on discord. i have loots of muse so if you’re willing to give him a chance be prepared for enthusiastic plotting & headcanons (heads up, i usually keep my muses private but this is an exception!)

about the oc! his name is dew thanayut, he’s a jeff satur faceclaim. around 28 yo. bisexual. a thai singer-songwriter, something of a rising star. independent artist, also ex-kpop idol who left the industry very traumatized, but has healed a lot since then. a history major in his spare time as well. very passionate about music. a hardworker, cat dad, outgoing introvert, hopeless romantic but kinda slow to fall in love & to actually open up to people in general. his full bio can be found right here (beware that the docs is kinda graphic heavy, but please check out at least the trigger warning session!)

i’m leaving a few plot ideas down below, but i’m open to pretty much anything, so feel free to bring me any beloved muse you wanna write or think would fit. however, muse has to be 24+ for romantic plots. my rules are on this blog’s pinned. if you’re interest, like this or just hit me up!

 plot ideas!

any connection that is professional at first, that being how they grow closer; can be another artist collabing with him (on a song or cover, on a photoshoot, even a mv cameo), a photographer, a producer, a stylist, etc. maybe they just play or used to play at the same bar;

good old “celebrity” romance! maybe they meet through a collab, or at an event, or through a mutual friend, or because your muse is an actor & dew is working on the ost for their new series. cue dating rumors (whether or not they’re really dating at the time), maybe some angst with bitter people online speculating it’s a pr relationship or dew is trying to take advantage of your muse’s fame, etc;

good old idol&celeb plot, whether platonic or romantic. dew’s always tried to connect with fans, and when he was beginning his solo career this was particularly easier since the fanbase was so small he could memorize names, faces,  personalities, etc. maybe muse can be a fan since then and they’ve met dew a few times, or they’re new to the fandom, or they were a fan of his ex-band that dew still recognized years afterwards and they’ve become friends since meeting again. many possibilities actually.

his first girlfriend! the one who was an idol in the same company as him. they did have a very loving and supportive relationship, but they lost touch after breaking up since they were living in different countries. dew just worries for her and wishes he’d manage to hear of her. can be romantic or platonic honestly, i’d love this muse, but please mind the triggers in their backstory.

any of his ex-bandmates (please mind the triggers in their backstory!), or anyone dew’s met while still in seoul and hasn’t seen in a while;

this plot;

friends in general, or childhood friends, or collegemates, or neighbours, or people with a shared history. even family (can be distant family). ordinary slice of life-ish plots are more than welcome. single parents muses are welcome too, just saying.

 extra! I’m 100% willing to write dew in different moments of his career, and up for flashbacks as well. keeping the options open.

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The Invitation...so to speak.

So you’ll be staying in Japan until Miu fixes you up?

We’ve got other researchers on deck in case of an emergency, so it shouldn’t take too long.

That said, I still think we’ll be gone for a while.

You don’t know how scared I got I heard about what happened...

Yes...I’m sorry that I couldn’t complete the task you set me Shuichi. And I’m sorry I worried you.

It’s not your fault Keebo. And hey, kudos to you for putting up a fight. Even if you didn’t succeed, that bravery of yours deserves respect.

That means more to me than you know. At least I now know my efforts were worth something.

Yeah. You focus on resting up and getting rebuilt. I want to hear the full story later.

Oh, and congratulations on you and Miu getting together.

I appreciate it, but do you think you could do me a solid and not tell anyone else? I’m giving you this info because I trust you, but I’d like everyone to hear it from my mouth first.

Of course. See you later Keebo.

Thank you Shuichi. Goodbye.

*Keebo hangs up.

*sigh*

*Shuichi looks back at his board, which now has 404′s logo smacked in the middle of it. Only a few lines are drawn between pins, mainly connecting 404 to Uchui, but with a ? in the middle to signify the unknown connection.

Where the hell does this group fit in? And what are they planning?

Huh?

Hrgh...

*Shuichi, focused on his board, suddenly hears the noise of the door opening. He turns around to see Kaede staring at her phone.

Kaede?

Huh!?

Oh, hey Shuichi, didn’t know you were still up.

Yeah. I just got off the phone to Keebo and now I’m back to...this...

How are they these days? 

He’s recovering well, but they’re going to be staying in Japan for a while.

What’s up with you? Why do you look so...down?

Huh? Down? I’m as chipper as always!

Are you sure?

Well, I’m more worried about you. You always get anxious when you look at that noticeboard.

*sigh*...

*Shuichi sadly turns back to the board.

It’s all so confusing...It’s becoming more and more difficult to connect the-

Hey, wait a second, this isn’t about me! Don’t try and change the subject!

Dang it.

You’re hiding something. Spill it.

I am NOT!

...

...

Maybe I am...?

Ok, I definitely am...

What’s wrong?

It’s nothing massive it’s just...I kinda miss some of my old friends...

Keebo and Miu got to go back to Japan and reunite with the other Foundation members, including Chihiro, but...we’re still here...

I guess I feel a little homesick, that’s all.

Hm...

Alright, I won’t pry. Maybe you just need a distraction?

I’ve been researching 404 and ERR0RM3SS4GE and trying to figure out how they fit into all of this. Wanna join me?

Tell me all about it and don’t spare a single detail!

Woah, so close! Calm down...

*Kaede skips over to the board and looks dismayed at the points.

Wow you’ve got...basically nothing...

I just don’t know where they fit...

I don’t have any information on them to go off of. All I know is they have SOME sort of connection to Uchui. But I don’t even know what that connection is!

Have you tried ERR0RM3SS4GE’s website?

...Hm...

Wait...I’m sorry?

You know? Their website? ERR0RM3SS4GE’s website?

They have a WEBSITE!?

Well, they’ve gotta get their name out there somehow.

I had no clue.

But...is it even a good idea to go on a website like that? Can’t they just swipe your personal information?

It’s not impossible, but it is a protected site. So it’s not like a simple virus can just get in.

Kaito, Ryoma, Kokichi and I actually checked it out earlier when Miu sent us the news. We didn’t have any problems at the time.

Alright...It doesn't sound totally safe, but it’s better than nothing. What’s the url?

*Shuichi takes his phone and goes into his search engine after Kaede gives him the website link.

So, what exactly is the point of this website?

Apparently, ERR0RM3SS4GE use it as advertisement for their campaigns, and they have an anonymous messaging board to help them track down new targets.

Gotta reap in the flock somehow I suppose.

There’s even a list of some of their members on there. No one knows who they really are, but they all use codenames, like Agent Bluescreen and Agent Static...

Is Agent 404 one of these?

Sure is. And...

Uh...

Huh?

Shuichi, what’s up with that?

What?

*Shuichi suddenly looks back at his phone, and sees the screen has totally changed.

...

That...didn’t happen to me the last time I logged onto this website.

What’s going on?

Huh...As nervous as ever...

!!?

!!?

Did it just...respond to you...!?

It’s probably just a pop up...A recording or something. How do I leave this screen?

You don’t.

Huh!?

You don’t leave this screen, and this isn’t a recording. I’m talking to you...Shuichi Saihara.

!!!??

!!!??

H-How do you know my name!?

What part of undercover intelligence network don’t you understand? I know more about you than just a name.

...

You’re classed as an Ultimate Detective, and are currently the leader of Future Foundation’s second division. Previously you were protégé of Kyoko Kirigiri, fellow Ultimate Detective, Chief of Branch 1, and Chairwoman of the Future Foundation.

...

You’re 171cm tall, weigh 58kg, and have a chest size of 80cm. You have pale eyes and blue hair. Your birthday is December 7th and your blood type is AB. You’re also best friends with Kaito Momota and Maki Harukawa, the former of which refers to you as his sidekick, and you’re also currently in a romantic relationship with Kaede Akamatsu...who is standing next to you.

H-How do you know I’m here!? Are you watching us!?

...I can HEAR you...

...Oh, right...

But, are you watching us? Seriously.

No, I’m nowhere near you. Not that you have to believe me.

Hip Hip Hurrah, you know how to read, very clever.

Anyone could have found out that “personal information” just by reading my files and asking me a few questions. Listing off all the obvious things that anybody could know doesn’t threaten me.

Things anybody would know? Alright, I guess you’ve got a point...In that case, how about we talk about things that people wouldn’t know for example...What happened in the other universe?

...Huh!?

Huh...!?

You’re from a completely different universe than this one, brought into this one three years ago by Uchui Kamukura. In that universe, the killing games were part of a fictional reality TV show called Danganronpa, and you were a participant alongside your friends in the 53rd season.

D-Don’t be ridiculous. You have no proof of such an outlandish claim.

Oh? Don’t I? Then what about this?

*The screen suddenly changes.

I promise, if I get selected...I will work as hard as I can! I will come up with the best, most gruesome murders, I promise! Everyone will love it!

!!!???

Wha-How do you-!? 

How did you get this footage!? Who the hell ARE you!?

Relax. It’s close to midnight in London, right? We wouldn’t want you causing a fuss while the clubs in full swing?

So you know where we are!? I thought you said you weren’t watching us!?

I told you I was nowhere near your position, and I wasn’t watching you. I didn’t say I didn’t know where you were.

...

ERR0RM3SS4GE aren’t terrorists, and we don’t take hostages. I know this sounds like a setup to threaten everyone in that building, but I promise...we’re not bad guys.

Based on the logo behind you, as well as the convenient timing...You must be Agent 404, correct?

Correct.

Why should I believe a word you tell me? You’re dangling so much personal information in front of me right now, and it’s REALLY starting to sound like blackmail.

I’m not calling to make threats. I’m calling so I can share you some info.

And again...why should I believe you?

You’re smart not to trust me, and I’m not going to pretend the circumstances aren’t in my favor, but you two love a good conspiracy, right?

What’s that supposed to mean?

I know you’re looking into my connection with Uchui Kamukura and Zetsubou, and I’ve decided to present a deal. You do something for me...and I’ll tell you everything you want to know. It might not be all at once, but I can share every last detail about what ERR0RM3SS4GE are planning with you and the Future Foundation.

Wait...really...!?

Hold your horses Kaede. We haven’t heard what it is he wants from us yet.

You should know, if this involves anything scandalous, such as an assassination attempt, then the deal’s off.

I wouldn’t make you do something like that...That job is better reserved for those more...willing...

Then what do you want?

I need your help. You’re the best detective I know Shuichi, and I know I can trust you to get the job done. I need you to meet with me, and I’ll explain all the details once we do. But let’s just say for now that I’m trying to dig up information on a secret financial conspiracy, and I need your insight.

And if I help you expose this conspiracy, you’ll tell me the full truth?

Count on it.

Is that really it?

I have only one term. I have no intention of stabbing you in the back, so DON’T stab me in mine. You won’t like what happens if you do.

...

...

The location of where I want to meet you, as well as the date, is coming through to you now. I’ll sign off and meet up with you later.

404, wait! I just have a few questions!

Kaede...!

What’s up?

Let’s say that we decide to go through with this deal of ours. What if we need any help in the future? Or there’s any information you have for us? How do we contact you?

“Us?” “We?” Hehe...should’ve figured you’d try to get involved.

You can’t expect to have a secret phone call right in front of me and not expect that to happen.

Fair enough. To answer your question, I’ll send you through a list of dummy email accounts. I warn you though, they can vanish at any time, which is why there’s more than one. Don’t want any sort of government officials listening to me.

Alright...and my other question...

What are YOU getting out of this? You want to expose a conspiracy and won’t elaborate, but why? What do you, or ERR0RM3SS4GE as a whole, hope to achieve by exposing whoever or whatever?

Some people live the high-life in society while doing skeevy stuff behind closed doors, and that’s putting it lightly. They need to pay for what they’ve done, simple as that.

Oh, really? That’s your vendetta?

Yeah.

Then why did you help Uchui and Zetsubou? You know, the biggest, most evil, most apocalyptic group of people in the world?

She’s got a point.

We work in mysterious ways. Help me with this, and I’ll tell you the truth about THAT as well.

*404 vanishes from the screen.

...

Are we really gonna help this guy?

He didn’t seem especially hostile, but...It’s either be his ally, or be his enemy...And given how much he seems to know about us...

I don’t think we have much of a choice.