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rayofsunas · 4 years ago

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baby daddy | scaramouche [1]

A/n: here's the one y'all have been waiting for!! I'm so excited to finally write this ahh, I've gotten so much feedback concerning this mini-series, and omg, you guys just made me even more excited to share what I've decided to do with this story! since I do believe Inazuma is based on Edo Japan, I will be following some of the societal norms during that time, but it will be loosely based off of that period of time and I will allow some freedom (being as women weren't treated the best in the past). I've done research since I'm really interested in the political side of Inazuma and yeah!! I'm both nervous and excited for everyone to read this, so enjoy! (if this chapter sounds weird, it's because I've written it a few times and gone back to it over the span of a week)

Summary: scaramouche was always content with it just being you and him. he preferred it that way. but when you find out you’re pregnant, the harbinger throws you out; he did not sign up for a baby. though, after a battle leaving him greatly wounded, he realizes he misses you by his bedside, taking care of him, your softness… scaramouche knows if he wants you, he’s going to need to show you that he can take care of your daughter and accept her.

Parings: Scaramouche/Fem! Reader

Warnings: angst, for clarification scaramouche has a mother who reader calls her mother, historical au (sort of), pregnancy, violence

Word count: 4.4k

If only you could get one peak. Just a single glance, if only for a millisecond. That's all you would need to be satisfied before trudging back home, further into isolation. You've heard stories of the beautiful nation, Liyue, even better stories of how the harbor was the most beautiful sight to see at night when all of the orange lanterns were lighted and released during Liyue's annual Lantern Rite.

It was unfortunate you could only possibly see the lanterns from the highest points in Inazuma, where snow-capped mountains and icy caverns reside, keeping both the locals and few outsiders away from the heavy, unbearably cold snow. And sure, the Grand Narukami Shrine was another promising location to see the lanterns from the neighboring Nation... But with tensions rising in Inazuma, you felt it was quite selfish as well as ignorant to enjoy such a luxury when the chaos around you only seemed to worsen.

Another unfortunate and quite cruel fact was the almost taunting books that lay in the Yae Publishing Houses' archives, educating about impossibly unreachable places and experiences, one being the neighboring Nation of Liyue. A Nation of unshakable beauty, freedom, peace... Home to delicate paper lanterns, a lively harbor with dozens of specialties, aqua-colored springs, that looked majestic and could only be a gift from the Gods. And everyone in Inazuma, except those with diplomatic immunity, of course, was to stay behind the borders, left to dream of a vast world they'd never see.

You were starting to regret a peaceful life of a housewife-to-be... Naturally, as a lady, it was expected of you, so you over the years shaped your mind to accept the mold and were fine with what was expected of you; to be a good wife to your husband and raise respectful children.

Though, you did wish you were allowed to travel outside of Inazuma and that the borders weren't so tightly guarded... And although with a little persuasion, you were sure you could convince your fiancé - who had immunity - to accompany him on his journey into the port city during one of his travels, you also knew he didn't give out kindness easily. He wouldn't just allow you to travel with him for your own pleasure of getting to see the lanterns or foreign specialties... Something had to be in it for him to allow you that kind of pleasure. Your fiancé, Scaramouche, was a stubborn young man dead set in his own ways, and he never gave into you unless you pestered him to the brink of insanity.

And you weren't sure if you could do that this time. Seeing as though you were too busy preparing for your wedding in a few weeks and Scaramouche was off doing business with the Fatui as usual; thankfully though he'd be back sometime this week to also help with the preparations. Truthfully, you just didn't have time to pester him for a week and hope he'd break, it'd take longer than that. And you were sure that in the next few months, you would have zero time to bother him when he was free. In less than four months, you'd be a wife, expected to have a child too, and care for them. There would be no time in the coming year...

Realistically, though wedding aside, now was the only chance. Unfortunately, you couldn't just put the wedding on hold. You'd be picked apart by the other ladies in your class and wives of the soldiers, surely; more so those already married with litters of children, who took pride in the fact that although they didn't have a high ranked Harbinger as their husband, they were able to follow the structure of society at a young age. You always thought that was very childish and they were insufferable women, guided and swayed by the stupidest things, and shockingly enough, had little to no desire to leave Inazuma. They were comfortable women, yes, either by choice or not.

Though, you could be grateful that you were allowed some amenities others weren't. One, being able to pick and choose your friends, and not boxed into choosing manufactured replicas of people who had none of the same interests as you. Yes, you could thank your position in Inazuma for that fact, to be married to one of the most influential and high-ranked men around. Really, Scaramouche deserved your appreciation and gratitude. After all, he was a Harbinger, a high member of society, even holding influence over nobles and warlords alike. And it was rumored he was the Raiden Shogun's favorite soldier; efficient, strong, intelligent. How could he not be her favorite?

Maybe you'd have to beg him to put in a good word for you, so you could hopefully leave Inazuma one day. Although, you would feel quite guilty about requesting that. It would feel like an abuse of power, which little to none of the population had access to... You probably wouldn't request that of Scaramouche. It was unfair.

You'd remain lucky and thankful you were able to choose your own friends, especially ones from outside of Inazuma, like Mona, all the way from the proclaimed wind city, Mondstadt. Sure, you had friends within the isolated land, like Lady Ayaka, who was very kind and generous to you. You were close in age and both in the same situation more or less; to be married soon. So you got along well with one another. And Yoimiya, the owner of Naganohara Fireworks, was also great company when you wanted to have a good time or required some cheering up. But you did have other companions, Mona being a very dear friend to you. At first, she was just a foreign woman coming to read you and Scaramouche's fortunes, requested by your future mother-in-law; she wanted reassurance that her temperamental son and kind-hearted daughter-in-law would be okay in the end, despite being friends for years. Though, despite popular belief, you enjoyed Scaramouche's presence and didn't despise him. You thought the call for Mona, at that time, was unnecessary.

But, you'd grown to enjoy her company, even if she did have spontaneous and odd ways about reading and giving her fortunes, asking about Mora far too much for Scaramouche's liking, irritating him greatly; though not everyone can be lucky enough to be loaded like him.

It was shocking that you were allowed to keep her as a friend, seeing as though one, she was a complete outsider, and two, she irritated your fiancé greatly. But, since she was a world-renowned astrologer and fortune teller around Teyavt, sought after and claimed to be the best of the best, it was accepted by the Kanjou Commission, the entity that among other things, heavily controls the borders. Mona shockingly came around more often after her first read of you and your then-new fiancé. Explaining she saw an interesting future, that although she couldn't see too far into, she saw just enough to want to come back and read your fortunes now and then. Mona stuck to her word and came every four months, offering her wisdom and reads in exchange for Mora and a delicious meal; a true negotiator she was.

And here you were, waiting for the beautiful astrologer at the main entrance to Inazuma, Ritou; freshly baked bread in your basket and a pouch of Mora to gift your friend for her long journey through Mondstadt, Liyue, and across the sea. You could see the large ship docking, passengers climbing out and being escorted over to the five pairs of Kanjou Commission soldiers guarding the walls, who were to check all passengers for weapons, possible vision wielders returning to their homeland of Inazuma, noting who was a foreigner and taking care of supplies brought from the neighboring harbor.

As soon as the young woman was cleared, you watched giddily as she strode over to you with her head held high. You giggled at her, watching as she glared around at a few of the armed soldiers arguing with a vendor from Liyue, claiming to have been missing a few goods from his barrel. You continued to watch as Mona stared begrudgingly at the scene unfold, the man being thrown down to the ground and detained harshly. She wasn't used to this much violence, nonetheless just out in plain sight like the scene before you, but it wasn't rare for Inazuman's. The Raiden Shogun's rules and restrictions had sent the people into a fearful, cooperative state and left the Kanjou Commission and Inazuma Bakufu to rule over Inazuma like a dictatorship, guided by none other than The Electro Archon, Raiden Shogun... No one dared utter a word about the wrongdoings and unfairness of the entire isolation, except those brave few willing to fight, but the majority of the population in Inazuma were thinking it.

When Mona was finally in front of you, the curvaceous woman leaned in for a hug, pulling away after a moment to stare back at the soldiers and vendor, who was now being dragged off; probably to the dungeons, maybe even worse, to face the wrath of the Raiden Shogun... You've only ever met her once when she summoned Scaramouche and you happened to be with him that particular day in Inazuma City. The Electro Archon didn't pay much mind to you, only asking for your name and if you had a vision, before coldly saying she hoped to see your future children join her ranks of soldiers, particularly under the faction General Kujou Sara led, only when they were the proper age to be trained of course. She couldn't stress enough, emotionlessly, how she missed out on Scaramouche who joined the Fatui instead of the Inazuman soldiers. Scaramouche's sheer strength and cunning nature were the main reasons she was eager to see your offspring in her ranks; they'd be a strong warrior she'd said... You didn't miss the glance she gave your lover after, something only he seemed to understand...

Naturally, you couldn't tell if it was a threat or not. No one could be sure with the Electro Archon... She was an unpredictable woman majority of the time.

"Is it always this tense and dangerous here?" A velvety voice interrupted, bringing you back to the surface from your thoughts. You nodded your head at the young woman, reaching for her sleeved arm to drag her away from the scene. It was best not to linger around for too long. Two women, ogling at a disagreement unfold, nonetheless in the late evening hours and one who happened to be a non-Inazuman? That was trouble brewing and it would be wise to leave now.

"Yes, more so in the afternoon hours. We should get back to my home." You explained to her, she nodded, a scathing look on her face. You knew she was judging the environment around you, and if not for you being her friend, she'd have no reason to come here nor would she; even if she had some kind of immunity due to her profession.

"Inazuma and Mondstadt are very different." She noted with hesitance, choosing her words very carefully as to not offend you. You nodded, though couldn't understand, having never been outside Inazuma. Relating to the other wonders of the world was challenging and books or tales could only do so much. Eventually, Mona matched your strides and you both walked side by side, in tune.

"You say that every time you come here, Mona," You explained with a nervous laugh, keeping a grip on the woman's arm, afraid she'd become too curious by a food stall or vagrant and wander off, it has happened before after all. Scaramouche stressed the importance of you sticking to the lit path when alone, it could be dangerous and littered with hidden thieves and mercenaries, or even the occasional cocky soldier looking for a fight, it wasn't uncommon. Men and women alike loved to pick fights or simply pester you due to your fiancé's identity, ignoring the fact he was favored by her. Those few were truly arrogant idiots seeking a punishment.

And although some soldiers under the Tri-Commission who meant no harm at all, being spoken to in the public by one of the big ruling bodies other than the Raiden Shogun urged others to believe one had done something wrong, nonetheless they were intimidating and the attention was unwanted by you.

The dimly lit pathway to your home became more evident the quicker you walked and by the time you got to the front door, Mona had already chatted your ear off about the Inazuman fashion to the point where you were starting to enjoy seeing your mother-in-law. You didn't despise her, no, she was a very sweet woman. You just never thought you'd miss her presence so much, often spending the majority of your day sewing, cooking, and reading together; you were happy to find a moment away honestly... A change of scenery.

"Y/n? You're home!" From the sounds of it, she was excited about your arrival, but you knew she'd be even more excited to see you had Mona in tow as well; the two got along very well every time they were in one another's presence, thankfully.

The navy-haired woman came hurriedly bounding to greet you at the door, where you kicked off your shoes and shawl, hissing in annoyance when she nearly tripped on her dark maroon Kimono.

"Be careful." You whispered, approaching the older woman to check if she was okay after nearly falling. She only waved you off nonchalantly.

"I'm quite alright," She responded, shuffling past your retreating form to greet Mona in a hug, who first bowed, before returning the warm gesture. "I see you've made it in one piece?"

Mona nodded. "Yes. Though, Inazuma is a very dysfunctional place to be." The older woman in the room chuckled, stepping up onto the higher-platformed floor to find her way to the living area, where you were already sitting after having made your way there moments ago.

"At times," She agreed, taking a seat beside you on the green-yellow tatami mat, nodding in front of her instructing your guest to take a seat as well. "But its beauty makes up for it, does it not?"

"I suppose so," Mona glanced in your direction briefly, hoping to not offend you by her opinion. Though, you seemed trapped deep in your thoughts, bothered by something else entirely other than her sassy nature. "I haven't seen much of your supposed beautiful land to give it my praise." Your mother-in-law simply laughed. "I'm surprised Y/n hasn't taken you around Inazuma. It is spring now and the days are getting warmer, so it would be lovely." At the mention of your name, your mind was tugged back to the conversation. Mona shrugged, shooting you a look. "After my last visit, I'm not so sure she'd take me." Your friend explained, and you only rolled your eyes playfully. You had many reasons to not give Mona a tour of Inazuma. One being her shopping addiction, which didn't help you much when she had no money, to begin with. And two, she often wandered and someone who didn't have citizenship in Inazuma would find themselves targeted by the government officials who liked to toy with outsiders even more than its citizens.

"And why not?" Your mother-in-law shot you a disapproving look, you lowered your head, ignoring her gaze. You had your reasons for every one of your choices.

"I may have spent all of our Mora last time..." The woman said sheepishly, hand going to rub the back of her pale neck. The dark navy-haired woman's eyebrows raised, head tilting.

She wondered, "Combined?" Mona answered with a nod. "Archons... There was a good handful there."

You hummed in agreement, hands clasping together in your lap, both women glancing in your direction. "It's not healthy to spend so much Mora at once."

Your friend scoffed sassily and you sent her an equally condescending look. "Ya know, I thought you'd be more... lenient when it came to spending Mora... We've always splurged in the past." She rightfully explained.

"Just because I have Mora, does not mean I have to spend it." You snapped, earning a low hiss from the older woman in the room, who disapproved of your passive behavior.

"Sorry..." You apologized, Mona nodded, though she continued to stare at you in concern. You were all smiles and giggles less than thirty minutes ago, what had happened? She hoped you hadn't taken her sassiness as an attack... It was never her intention to insult you or your Nation and its... insufferable rules.

"Anyways!" The eldest woman in the room cheered, energetically grabbing Mona's immediate attention when she asked, "Have you come to read Y/n's fortune?"

"Yes. Though, she seems distracted...?"

Of course... The readings. You hadn't forgotten about them entirely. That was hard to do when Mona visited Inazuma as frequently as one could and read your fortunes every time she visited. But it seemed to have momentarily slipped to the back of your mind, out of reach. Maybe you were just too nervous, for far too many reasons... It wasn't like you could keep your secret any longer. It was inevitable, especially since the astrologer's readings were always correct. You would have no other explanation other than the truth.

"I am," You admitted, the pair sending you an odd look. Nonetheless, you continued. "But we may continue."

Mona gave you another look of worry, but she continued as instructed. Your mother-in-law scooted over to allow Mona better access to you, and you watched nervously as her hands displayed out in front of you, glowing blue due to her Hydro vision being awoken.

You fidgeted with the ring on your ring finger given to you by your fiancé and waited patiently, though more nervous than usual.

"Hands please," Mona instructed, pointed hat-tipping back to get a better look at your fidgeting hands. You followed her directions and gave her your hands like the dozens of times you've done prior.

Scaramouche's mother watched patiently, as always, excitement was coursing through her. Your fortunes were always good, positive ones, she had high hopes about today's read. Though, you felt the guilt wracking through your entire being though, and your nerves were off the chart.

"Is there anything you'd like to see this time?" She asked both of you as usual, though her question was directed at you specifically. You felt her thumb smooth over the top of your hand in a comforting manner; she knew you were nervous, it was to be expected for those not stuck in a rose-colored box, under the arrogant assumption that the future set in stone for you was perfect.

"No..." You said ignoring your shaking hands to glance at the woman beside you. "How about you?" She shook her head, long slowly greying navy hair dancing as she did.

"Surprise us!" She said instead, Mona smiled approving of her answer.

Archons, please don't see the truth, you thought. Anything but the truth...

With those answers and lack of excitement on your side, Mona's eyes closed and you watched curiously but also filled with nerves, as the room seemed to darken, silver, blue, and dark purple stars danced in the air around your conjoined hands. With her silver-green eyes still closed, you were left staring at a beautiful face, your unavoidable fate lurking inevitably close.

It took her less than a minute for shock to overcome her features, and that's when you knew, she knew. Those same silver-green eyes flashed open harshly, staring at you with a shocked tint, pupils growing in size. Archons, she knew.

"What's wrong?" Your mother-in-law was the first to ask, smooth hands gripping your wrists gently. Now she was also momentarily filling with anxieties, now known to everyone besides her in the room... Instead of focusing on the astrologer, you watched the pretty stars and darkness fade back to the previous warm light of the room coming from the dimly lit candles. "Death? Sickness? Mona, what's wrong." The woman demanded, using an authoritative voice she had grown accustomed to not using in Mona's presence, due to the mere fact that she considered the young woman a friend.

"No, none of that..." Mona said, eyes dancing over to you. You nodded, she was confused as to what at first, but then she understood. You were giving her your approval to share the news you didn't dare speak of for your own reasons.

"You're pregnant." She stated.

All the air had been sucked out of your lungs, but not because it was a shock. Archons no, you had known for a while now, and have been keeping it a secret for just as long. You felt out of breath due to the fact it had been revealed to more people and your fiancé still didn't know.

You sucked in a deep breath, ignoring your mother-in-law's pointed stare. "I know." You muttered. An expressive gasp from the woman told you all you needed to know, and you only frowned in response.

She turned to the intelligent astrologer, eyes pointed and accusatory. "What did you see exactly? You may be wrong-" Mona seemed highly offended by that last statement, but nonetheless she went into a bit of detail.

"I saw a child; a girl, running around these halls," She said arms crossing. "And I'm never wrong." Mona hissed.

Now one thing you were unsure of, until now, of course, was the gender of the baby. But now you knew. You were having a girl... A little girl who would look like a mirror image of you, or so you hoped... You could only hope due to the storm coming next.

"That could be any child!" The woman snapped, growing defensive as she wrapped her arms around your form, hoping to shield you from the truth. It seemed as though she was more ignorant towards the truth than even you. "Who's to say we don't move!?"

"Mother-" You reached out to try and console her, but she wasn't having it.

"Tighten your lips! How long have you known?" You've never seen this much rage in the woman, ever... At least not directed at you. Originally, when you and her son were only friends as children, she was an unapproachable woman. Though, you were still wary of her because she was very much like her son; scary, intimidating, and extremely straightforward. But eventually, she had grown to respect and tolerate you as time went on; you had managed to get on her good side and the rest was history. You two had a mother-daughter relationship, and she really had become like a mother to you after the absence of your own as a teen, but you feared that strong bond was tarnished due to the news of her grandchild.

She didn't despise the child itself, of course not. She was excited to be a grandmother and expand her lineage one day. You knew it was because you had fallen pregnant before marriage, which was always frowned upon in the more traditionalized clans and families.

"I've known for four months," The grandmother to be nearly passed out at the revelation. "Since winter..."

"Y-You're barely showing," Mona spoke up, trying to get you to focus on her and not the angry woman at your side. "Is that normal?"

"My lady in waiting said it can happen," You explained. "I was planning on telling everyone when I felt ready... But then I noticed I was barely showing, so it became easier to avoid." You stayed strong and sent an apologetic look to the fuming woman beside you. But she didn't accept it and only sent a glare matching that of her sons; it shook you to your core.

"I don't want to hear your excuses. You're supposed to wait until marriage!"

You nodded, taking her anger like a champ. And all Mona could do was feel bad for you, pity the situation she brought forth on you. "I've never cared what the other noble ladies or clans thought about us, and neither should you," She stated. "But this has always been a tradition in our family, and you've broken it!"

"I'm sorry... It just happened." You didn't dare utter a word about how it couldn't possibly just be your fault, because the responsibility wasn’t just your own, but Scaramouche's as well. You couldn't argue that this was a stressful situation and it wasn't good for the well-being of your current state, because you weren't ready for what she'd say next. She could be very cruel.

Mona mirrored the woman who angrily stood, waiting to see if she'd physically attack you. She looked angry enough to do so for sure.

"You're lucky my son fancies you and that you already have our blood in your veins," She spat. "Or else I'd throw you to the Umibozu and let it drown you." And with that last uttered boost of hatred, the woman had stormed off down the hall. You could hear a sliding door being slammed forcefully open and closed before silence ensued.

Despite her anger and hatred towards you gone from the atmosphere of the living area at this moment, you still felt as though your airways were clogged, her words acting as thick cloth, covering the spongy organ.

Mona stared at you in disbelief, not towards your actions - or lack therefore of - but at the once kind woman's behavior. She'd never witnessed her so furious before.

"She's a very opinionated woman. Kind of quick to blame and assume, but she'll come around," You said nonchalantly, moving to stand. The astrologer only stared in shock. How were you able to carry on and not break down into a fit of tears... "One minute, she loves you and will hold you in the highest respects," You explained. "The next, she'll anchor you to the cliffs by the sea, and leave the Umibozu to drown you, as you heard."

Mona laughed nervously, though it didn't reach her heart. "Reminds me of someone..."

“Yeah..." You muttered. "She's much more reasonable than Scaramouche. So, she'll come around... It's Scaramouche's response I'm fearful of."

With the shake of your head, you turned to face Mona, nonchalantly staring right through her.

“Tea?”

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cafecourage · 3 years ago

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The moment they realized they loved you. (Isekai Au Edition) Part 3

If you want more information on this AU here is the Link!

Hyrule:

- It confusing and full of yearning.

- The Fae Folk are very affectionate in nature. Physical touches and platonic kisses are just normal. Hyrule growing up briefly with them had adopted this habit.

- You are like that as well so you’re the one to take care of Hyrule when he wanted affection. Since other then Legend, it’s awkward to ask the others.

- He finds however while he still asks/gives you affection. He gets more flustered and embarrassed when you initiated contact.

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Admittedly Hyrule never had a clear understanding of Hylian social norms. Some things were easy to pick up when he was just traveling by himself. However, there was a lot that conflicted with Fae social norms. While yes, the Fae were more mischievous and could be borderline malicious, they are very affectionate creatures. Which was the one of many things Hyrule picked up when he was being raised by the Great Fairy.

Before you join the chain, he had to hold himself back from being overly affectionate with the group. Yes, when he had chances, he would give a quick side hug or ruffling of the hair for the younger Link’s. But nothing on the level of cuddles or small peaks on the cheek and forehead. You though! You were the one to lay the affection on everyone thick. Most if not every Hero has melted from all the complements and physical affection.

Hyrule was living his best life now with you! Cuddles are a must for the two of you. Especially when one another has been having a rough day. You’ve also gotten the others involved with this newly formed ritual. He just over all feeling comfortable and loved.

Which then leads to Hyrule’s issue. Slowly he began to feel embarrassed with every peak after he heals you. Then his heart begins to race when he is cuddled up resting his head against your chest. Even holding your hands became hard for him to stand! It felt so warm but also made him fearful. He was scared of losing you. Losing this warmth. This comfort. He wanted to keep it but scared that this feeling was to good for him.

“-and that’s what happen so far.” He was visiting the Great Fairy Cotera of Wild’s Era. He had visited her each time they visited Kakariko. Cotera gently hummed messing with his hair. “What should I do?” He looks up to the giantess worriedly. His small sisters surround him ether sitting on top of him or by his side.

Their mother hummed as she thought about his problem. “My dear sweet child.” She started after a long pause “this human… do you feel different compared to your other friends? Or with your siblings in the forest?”

Hyrule thought about it after a while shook his head. “No… I did used to feel embarrassed with the others but it was different. This is more… warm?”

“Warm?” She urges him gently to continue. “Do you hate it?”

“No…” he sounded like a child, fidgeting in his seat “I hate how anxious it makes me now.” You meant a lot to him. Hyrule knew you meant a lot to everyone too, but that normal! You’ve helped them all in some sort of way! Yet he was deep in that unidentifiable emotion towards you. He adores you. All of you. Even during your more impulsive actions he didn’t mind having to heal you. Of course, he would truly rather not heal anyone with his magic. Yet… with you giving his payment in kisses on the cheek or forehead… he can’t stay mad at you.

“Chin up little one.” Cotera lifted up his head “your feelings are valid and has a simple explanation.” Hyrule pouted slightly making her giggle a bit tapping lightly on his nose. “You my dear seem to love your sweet human.”

It was like a lanterned was just lit in a dark cave he was wandering in. Finally revealing a path out. Everything thing slowly explaining itself. “Oh…” was all he could say as he was comprehending it. His sisters were giggling at their brother’s expense causing him to blush. It all made to much sense.

“Roolie! Are you nearby?” He and the Great Fairy both perk up when they heard your voice. He stared up at the Great Fairy expectingly.

“Well?” Cotera nudged him off of the petals of her fountain. “What are you waiting for little one?”

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- Well, that was embarrassing and he knows once he starts perusing you. The more his siblings of the forest will start to tease him. Not only that but the chain also catches on pretty quickly.

- He becomes a blushing and stuttering mess around you, not pulling away from your touch but leaning more into him.

- It will be a miracle if he confesses but he will! And he will do it in a more intimate manner though, with or without help.

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Four:

- It took long to accept but filled with soft cotton fluff.

- Isn’t canon in the manga that the colors (minus Vio) straight up try to impress a girl they just met?

- Now I’m not saying he is like that now a days, but old habits die hard right. He probably doesn’t even recognize that he still does it.

- Honest to God the resident brain cell is the only one that new point blank what was happening. Having a “not again” moment.

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It’s been a while since Four was back in his forage. He missed every second of it. The smithing process was the one hobby each color had in common. As Link they found it relaxing, something to get their mind off of things.

That morning was no different. Traveling on the road was stressful even for a seasoned adventurer. Traveling alone was boring which was the upside according to Red. It relieved them of responsibility Green was used to taking upon himself to carry. Blue was at least a lot calmer with having to be on alert all the time. Vio had pointed out this was mainly because of You.

The chaos came back full force. The same argument has been happening recently, it was about his feelings towards you. Now they all liked you as a friend. Four knew that for a fact. He was only six when he felt your presence and this situation, he was in was as if an imaginary friend became real! At least that’s what Red felt.

No matter if they were unified or separated, Four could trust you to help him out of even the messiest situations. So, what if some of those situations were caused by him trying to impress you? That doesn’t mean anything!

Just because Blue became a stuttering mess when you surprised Four with a flower crown just meant he was taken aback at your kindness! He isn’t good at showing his emotions. Yeah, so what about Green becoming a soft mess when you first showered him in praise and affection. Wouldn’t any person do that from someone that been through hell and back with them? It doesn’t count that Red craves your affection! He is like that with everybody and just because it makes him feel different it doesn’t count. Someone saves Vio from this.

Four was conflicted which is why he was working so early in the morning. They wouldn’t shut up about their own feelings. It was a chaotic mess inside his head as soon as he woke up. A weight on his back clued him back into reality “Good morning!” You while looking down at him smiling still holding on lazily. “How is the most beautiful person here doing?”

Ah. There goes most of composure out the window. Vio was the last one standing with Green and Blue almost hanging on. You loved to tease him and he was never able to get you back. “Don’t know how are you?” Four was really struggling to keep unified and calm. He was shaking because of the other three’s nerves. You stared at him wide eyed.

“Jeez look at you!” You give him a squeeze before finally let go of him “you’ve grown! If only you were that smooth towards Erune.” You teased.

The blush he was so desperately trying to beat down started to flare up this time out embarrassment. “Can we not talk about that?” Four could only cringe when he thought back at that bit in his adventure. Him and Erune have been close friends since then, but the colors were really trying to play the hero in front of the poor girl back then. Their antics truly were really not impressing anyone.

Green was really happy he grew out of it. Seriously it‘s not like Blue really cared about it anyway he was just a kid! Red was just happy that he got a long-term friend out of it! The audacity the others had was killing Vio. They are still just as bad and it seems like no one was listening to reason.

An explosion of emotions and thoughts collided in Four’s skull. Three denying their logical side’s claim all while getting thrown every instant in their faces by the odd one out. “Whatcha making anyway?” You were observing the short knife blade curiosity not seeing the other’s internal debate. Vio felt like he had to spell it out to each of them. Pulling up memories of their actions towards the outlander. Four struggled to focus on what you were saying but it was too loud!

“Woah there.” You turn him away from his project letting it sit safely on a cooler section of the work top. “Breath Link.” You where kneeling down in-front of him holding his hand. He focused on your warmth. The way you rubbed small circles on the back of his hand. On your voice that instructed him to breathe. In for four, hold for seven, let out for eight. Repeat. Slowly the divide melded back together. Soon the voices faded out. “There we go.” You whispered “good job Link.” Four stared back at you still tired from everything but nonetheless happy that your here with him.

Man, he loved you so much.

Wait-

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- It was definitely an I told you so moment.

- Four as a whole though is still struggling to come to terms with it, even though he had already admitted his feelings.

- Another case of: drown him in affection until he realized. Not because of him not believing you! It’s just you have four people in a trench coat here! If one is conflicted then four as a whole will feel that subtly.

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Bonus (just Headcanons):

Wind (finding out that a Link has a crush on you)

- The little gremlin is going to have a field day! He was thinking about messing around but the other hero is doing his work for him!

- The only one saved from this Black Mail harvest is you. He does have a few things but you mostly let him off the hook when he gets in trouble anyway sooooo…

- Not the best wing man but he honestly isn’t trying. He is just enjoying the journey.

- He might be tempted to help if he was asked but there isn’t much he could do. You are his right hand after all! Why would he let your secrets go so easily?

- Imagine Wind just vibes with you when the other Link is trying their best and you literally ask if the other hero was ok since they are acting weird around you. It would take Wind a minute to get an answer because all he is thinking is: ‘are you dense?’

- Or on the flip side. If you know about their feelings. He would definitely be on board of helping you out. Again, you’re his right hand! Of course, he’ll help you! (Favoritism)

- Wind: “Don't worry. He likes your butt and fancy hair. I know. I read their diary.” (Y/n): “He thinks it's fancy?”

(Part 1) and (Part 2)

My First Request is now done :D! That was fun. Thank you Pinky and Star for the request <3

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #london fog tea #Lu Hyrule #Lu Four #Lu Wind #WIND THE PIRATE BROTHER!#thats the tag for just wind stuff lol #isekai au

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beyondspaceandstars · 4 years ago

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While You Sleep

Chapter 6

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: mainly fluffy, brief mentions of violence Summary: Soulmate!AU - Throughout life, you’re given glimpses of your soulmate through dreams. As you sleep, memories flash in your mind showing you the life your soulmate has lived. Everyone around you raves about how their soulmate reads great books or volunteers in their spare time. But you can’t relate as your dreams end up being more like nightmares. Through initial images of death and violence, you come to learn your soulmate is the Winter Soldier.

(a/n: this was probably the most fun chapter for me to write so far it just came out so cute and sweet i think!! also super sorry all my energy has been focused on this fic i haven’t written many other one shots or anything i just really am getting into this story!)

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When you woke up the next day, something new was in the air. Everything felt lighter, a bit more relaxed. You actually felt refreshed for what seemed like the first time in your life. As dramatic as it sounds, it was unreal.

You sat up in bed, taking in the morning without the dread. Sure, prior to your dream last night there were bits of chaos still lurking. You couldn’t ignore it and it certainly was not going to go away overnight but everything had shifted, and you could at least appreciate what lulled you to sleep.

You sighed, almost looking off into a daydream like a lovestruck school girl. You had seen Bucky in such a normal fashion just sitting in his bed reading. You didn’t know when exactly the memory had been from but that didn’t matter. It was something without violence, it was a real look at him. He was so content as he focused on the book...

But you didn’t have the time to sit around pondering about your soulmate’s hobbies forever. You still had a life to get on with.

Despite your body’s reluctance, you lugged yourself out of bed and started getting your work uniform together. There was a bit of pep in your step, a complete contrast to just a few weeks ago when you were pulling yourself around holding on to the last bit of will you had. It was insane what one meeting with a soulmate could do. Maybe you now understood everyone’s fuss over it.

You redid your hair and touched up your makeup before packing your bag for the day. Once your sneakers were on and you felt actually good (the most glorious feeling, you thought), you headed out your apartment door.

As you were making your way down the stairs, you noticed someone was waiting by the building’s entrance. You rarely ever saw people around the space so the figure stunned you a bit. As you walked closer, though, you recognized that shoulder-length brown hair.

“Bucky?” You said, surprised, as you opened the lobby door. He turned around, greeting you with a warm smile.

“Good morning.” He spoke so casually as if he always stood outside your apartment waiting for you.

“Everything okay?” You asked, suddenly worried his presence here wasn’t as cheery as he was leading on.

Bucky nodded. “Yeah, I just came to walk you to work if that’s okay.”

Your jaw dropped slightly. “Walk me to work? W-Why?”

Bucky shifted his stance slightly as if suddenly embarrassed. “Because I think that’s something that, uh… that…”

“Soulmates,” you said, finishing his sentence. Bucky looked relieved at that. “That’s something soulmates do?”

He chuckled at the little smirk you were giving him. Your heart felt so full at the thought of Bucky wanting to walk you to work, make sure you got there safe and everything. Maybe even check out the area where you spent most of your days.

“You can say no, of course.”

You shook your head. “I’m flattered you want to walk me.”

At your acceptance, Bucky extended his elbow for you to take. You giggled as your hand wrapped around his arm and you two began on the route. You were too giddy to look back up at Bucky, even though you could feel him sneaking glances at you, so you turned your attention to his arm. Surprisingly, it was the metal one he had offered to you. While most of it was covered by the sweater he wore, his hand was still peaking out of the sleeve. You stared down at it, curiously, watching the light bounce off the material and listening to the little groans it made as his fingers moved every now and then.

“It’s not going to hurt you,” Bucky said suddenly, making you jump. You quickly pulled your gaze away, opting instead to look up at him. Your heart sank at the tinge of worry behind his eyes.

You shook your head as your cheeks warmed in embarrassment. “I didn’t think it would,” you confessed, honestly. “I just think it’s interesting.”

He hummed, unsure. “Interesting?”

A sudden uneasiness fell over you as you found yourself maybe crossing lines now. Sure, you had seen here and there in the nightmares what the arm had done, but you also could see that wasn’t what it was doing right now. Right now it wasn’t a weapon, a danger. It was a guide for you, physically bringing you a tad bit closer to your soulmate.

“Well, yeah,” you shrugged. You had to choose your words carefully, you thought. “I don’t have to tell you this but it’s unlike anything else out there. It’s powerful. Seems very strong, as well. Probably… Probably has seen a lot but you extended it towards me showing you’re at least a little comfortable with it,” A pause. “I-I don’t think it defines you if that’s what you’re worried about, despite how it’s -- how you -- have been weaponized.”

Bucky didn’t respond at first, making your heart plummet. Had you actually burnt this entire thing down in less than twenty-four hours? You two fell into silent steps as you continued your path to work.

As you rounded a corner, just when you were about to spontaneously tell him it was okay if he never wanted to see you again, Bucky finally spoke up.

“Have you seen the things I’ve done?”

“I’ve read some articles-,”

“That’s not what I meant.”

You brought yourself to a stop on the sidewalk. Bucky halted beside you and shook off your grip. You frowned at the action but didn’t acknowledge it any further.

“I don’t think it matters what I’ve seen,” you said, a bit of confidence finally mustered up in your tone. It was true, too. Over the past few hours, you hadn’t seen anything from the nightmares that aligned with the actual Bucky in front of you. “We can discuss this another time but I promise you, Bucky, I’m only focusing on what I see right now. Right now I see a man who voluntarily woke up at a ridiculous hour just so he could surprise me and walk me to work. It’s incredible.”

Bucky’s eyes were faintly glossing over, threatening to cry. You didn’t know what to do other than take his hand, intertwining your touch with his metal one. He accepted it, wordlessly. With a nod, you got back on your walking route to the shop.

“Thank you, doll,” Bucky said just above a whisper. You nearly missed it. Your heart did somersaults as you registered the words.

You two fell into more silence until you decided you needed to lighten the mood. You weren’t letting him drop you off at work like this.

“Now,” you said, clearing your throat as your own tears had just about formed, “how did you spend the rest of your night?”

Bucky shrugged. “Nothing crazy,” he sighed. “I did some reading before bed.”

“Hmm.” Your interest had been peaked. You thought back to the little dream you had last night, portraying a very studious Bucky. You figured that while it was recent, it wasn’t from last night (dreams rarely ever came through that quick), making you now curious of his reading choices. “Interesting. Wouldn’t have taken you for a reader. What’s the book about?”

He let out a breathy chuckle. “Some new science fiction series Steve picked up for me,” Bucky explained. “I’m not too far into it but I think it has something to do with time traveling.”

You nearly laughed. You thought back to how the nightmares you had been getting recently were all over the place as if you were on your own time-traveling journey -- only it was the cruelest way possible. Fate was such a character.

“Is that the kind of books you prefer? Science fiction?”

Bucky nodded, “Guess I’ve always been interested in all that science stuff.”

That science stuff. You giggled. “I’ll keep that in mind,” you said. “I’ve fallen a bit out of reading but I’d love to get your recommendations one day.”

“I’m not exactly well versed in all the books out there.” Because he had missed so much -- there was always that unspoken fact in every other thing he said. You wished you could coax him out of that habit but that didn’t seem possible right now. I

“Well, good thing I’m not looking to know about all the books,” you smiled, looking up at him, “I’m just looking to know about your books. Whatever comes across your radar that you end up loving, I’d like to hear about it.”

Bucky returned the smile. “What did you do with the rest of your night?”

“Nothing really,” you shrugged, turning your focus back to the sidewalk ahead of you. “I fell asleep pretty much right after getting home.”

You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you. From the corner of your vision, you could see a bit of a frown on his lips.

“You didn’t do anything?”

You shook your head.

“No hobbies or anything?”

You sighed. “I’m usually just too tired or too into work to do very much. Last night had been… Overwhelming for me, I think. When it was over, I was exhausted. All of me, body and mental.”

You felt Bucky’s thumb start rubbing soothing patterns on the back of your hand. Your breath caught a bit in your throat.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean for you to get overwhelmed.”

You began shaking your head profusely, “No, no, it’s not your fault, Bucky,” you insisted, “I psyched myself out a bit, I think.”

He let out a long sigh at that. “Well, you shouldn’t do that anymore,” he said, so sincerely. “I never want to bring you pain or worry, okay? That shouldn’t be what… we do.”

“We do?” You looked up at him but he had already turned away. “Oh, you mean what soulmates do.”

“The word still gets caught on the tip of my tongue.”

Your cheeks started feeling hot. “I understand.”

As the conversation faded, your coffee shop came into view. You two stopped outside it. Glancing in the window, you made eye contact with your coworker who had just begun setting up for the day. Her eyes got wide as she realized who the man was behind you. Her shock promptly morphed into excitement.

You turned back to Bucky. “Thank you for accompanying me.”

He flashed you a smile, making your heart just absolutely dissolve. “Of course,” he said. “Anyday, anytime. I’d be happy to accompany you anywhere.”

You were shamelessly full-on blushing, once again feeling like a ridiculous school girl. You had to avert your gaze as Bucky’s eyes on you were making you feel all sorts of things in these fluffy moments.

With a pointless nod and no more words, you turned to face the coffee shop entrance. One hand on the handle, you stood there. Just holding it. You could hear Bucky walking away.

Fuck it, you thought.

You quickly turned back around and dashed to catch up with him. He was walking so leisurely as if he expected this. You called out his name and he whipped around promptly, looking as if he was fighting back another smile.

“Here,” you said as you grabbed a napkin and pen from your bag and scribbled down your phone number. “It’s my number in case you want to, I don’t know, text me or call or something.”

He took the napkin gently as if it was the most precious gem in the world seconds away from shattering. With a nod, Bucky responded, “Sure, doll. Thank you.”

You smiled, giving him a nod back. That wasn’t all, though. You had another caution to throw into the wind. Quickly, you placed your hand on Bucky’s shoulder and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. It was so fast you barely had time to register your own movement but Bucky definitely picked up on it. Now his face was the one with a tinge of warm color coming up on it.

“Have a good shift.” It was all Bucky seemed capable of saying as he shot you a wider smile, eyes softening at your nervous form. Before you could respond anymore, prolonging this weird but sweet goodbye for the day, he resumed his walk back.

As feelings of all sorts washed over, you headed back to the coffee shop where you finally entered… And was greeted by your coworker standing in front of the entrance, arms crossed, staring you down.

“Good morning,” you said, avoiding eye contact and trying to get around her. She stepped in your path.

“Was that…” You nodded before she could finish the words. She broke out into a surprise fit of giggles. “You met him?” She asked in disbelief.

You nodded. “Last night. We had dinner and he walked me home. It was very nice.” You kept it short and sweet, not feeling like gossiping about something so fresh. But you also secretly wanted to just throw everything out there. It was exciting, it was new. Overall, though, it felt great.

Your coworker let out gasps, almost in awe. “That’s so exciting,” she said. “Is he, like, nice? Anything like-,”

You shook your head quickly, making her cut off her words. “He’s nothing like…” You didn’t want to say them anymore. Well, at least for right now. You knew a talk with Bucky about it all had to be coming but you want to push it aside for now. “He’s wonderful. A true gentleman. He showed up this morning to walk me to work. What man nowadays would do that?” You chuckled, almost in your own state of disbelief. “Plus, he’s kind of fascinating. Unexpected, even. Would you have guessed he’s a reader?”

You made your way farther into the shop, discarding your bag and throwing on an apron. You began wiping down the counters as your coworker followed.

“He sounds almost… normal?”

You stopped your movement, taking in that observation. You finally nodded in agreement. Yeah, you guessed that so far he was kind of normal. At least, personality-wise.

After a moment you said, “I think I’m glad I didn’t try to move on.”

Despite not looking at her, you knew your coworker wore another ridiculous, lovey smile. She was practically in awe and, you had to admit, you kind of were, too.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

taglist under construction right now, deepest apologies!

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #marvel fanfiction #marvel #mcu #mcu fic #avengers #fanfiction #soulmate au #slow burn #fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst

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bonny-kookoo · 5 years ago

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Enticing Girl (JJK x Reader) 🎀(☁️)💜🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Good Girl AU!, Fluff, Smut, slight comedy, only a teeny tiny little bit of angst

Warnings: Fluff, it’s so soft pls, GG and JK being best puppy-parents, Dom! Jungkook, Sub!Reader, Dom/Sub themes, mild DDLG themes, usage of toys (the vibrator pt.2 lol), oral (fem. receiving), Squirting, Subspace, Soft aftercare king ‘Koo, GG scratches his back and he thinks it’s funny, GG is clumsy and has to go to the ER, nothing too bad, but she’s kinda on a lot of pain meds, Jungkook being whipped, GG talking without a filter and he loves it

Summary: Jungkook never wanted to see you in any kind of hospital ever again. This time however, it ends way differently than last time, and he couldn’t help but feel almost overwhelmed with emotions.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || ???

Taglist: @sweetenedcooky @ggukkieland @btsismybias22 @darkgvk @daddypkj @flowerprincess24 @crazylittlemay @zeharilisharaban @teresaisla @tangledsparkles @dammit-jjk

"What the fuck!" Jungkook laughed, as he pulled you inside the small diner, his cotton zip hoodie already soaked with the rain from outside. You hit his chest playfully at his cursing, making a few lone costumers and a waitress snicker at your antics, and your own cheeks redden. Your boyfriend shook his head like a wet dog shaking his coat, making you whine as the drops fell onto you, as he laughed, kissing your cheek. "Sorry, sorry. Lets sit down." He said, walking to a small booth in the corner, where he simply threw his soaked clothing onto the seats, making you click your tongue at him. "Ah come on now, sit down and be a good girl now while I get the menus." He said, making you huff as you sat down, cheeks still ablaze because of his words.

Alex had made a little fun about it the last time you spoke with her. The fact that you seemed trained like a dog to his very command as soon as he would utter these things to you in a way that always included you being 'his good girl'. You had told her time and time again that no, you were not whipped for him, and yes, you could be independent and go against his words. You had yet to prove that, however. It wasn't like you wanted to go against him, however- your nature didn't allow you to. As someone who liked to be taken care of in the most nurturing kinds of ways, you wanted to see if Jungkook would take on that role of a partner who would simply comply with these needs. So basically, what you were doing, was pushing and pushing, until you'd demand something he couldn't give. Of course you could just plain straight tell him what you wanted, but you craved him to do these things naturally, not because he would feel like he needed to do them in order to make you happy.

Jungkook had noticed your behaviour as well. Instead of using that to his advantage, he'd gone around the world wide web and done research, simply because he felt like he'd read about this entire situation before. He knew about things like subspace, a mindset you slipped into easily during sex whenever he would push your buttons just right- these days even without any sexual nature in his gestures. The funny thing was, that Taehyung had actually told him to search up some things, 'maybe it could be helpful' he'd said. And it had been, he decided after he'd found a lot of information about what this could mean for you as a person. Were you someone who regressed, but simply didn't know? It could be. Or maybe you weren't. He'd ask you about that later on.

When he'd come back to your table, you slowly put your phone away as he sat down, looking at the menu. "Anything catching your eye princess?" He asked as he looked over the dishes as well, trying to decide what he wanted for himself. You hated making decisions, always waiting for Jungkook to do tell you whatever he would get as an example to go by. He noticed that, as you began to shuffle around in your seat, slightly sucking your upper lip in between your lips to chew on the skin in frustration. He clicked his tongue, hand reaching out to pull your lip out of its danger of getting seriously hurt as he looked at you. "Don't do that. Let me get the sunny side up eggs, and you'll take the pancakes. If you wanna switch we can, sound's good?" He said, and you nodded, glad he took the burden of the decision from you.

It was still early, your first morning of yours and Jungkooks shared week of freedom from your work. You'd taken the days off at the same time to spend some well deserved time together without the need to get up early in the mornings, or stay up late to wait for the other to finish their shift. Today you started with getting breakfast together, the weather however had switched seemingly out of nowhere, making you both regret walking to the small diner instead of taking the car.

It didn't matter to you, however- the fact that Jungkook had desperately tried but failed to shield your form from the sudden downpour from above with his zip hoodie made you feel as if you were stuck in a romantic drama full of cliches and happy endings. It felt magical, in a way, as cheesy as it sounded.

Once the food arrived, Jungkook thanked the waitress as she set the plates down, his hands already reaching for the cutlery as you gently pulled yours towards you. The small restaurant slowly filled up as the time went by, squeaking shoes and the laughter of a foreign family walking in breaking the silence around everyone. Jungkook watched you as you started to dig into your pancakes, smiling a bit as he slowly began to eat as well. "Is there something you wanna do today?" He asked you, as you looked at him, shaking your head. Today you really wanted to just embrace the simple fact you could both be lazy. He nodded, instantly moving his finger over your lower lip as some crumbs failed to make it into your mouth in time, swiping across before pushing a bit, his own lips turning upwards a bit as he noticed how you complied without thinking much, letting his finger inside your mouth to welcome the stray crumbs of food that were supposed to end up there in the first place. You really were sweet.

"The lets go home after the rain clears up and take a nap, sounds good?" He said, and you nodded again, already hyped at the vision of him and you curled up on the couch, windows opened to let the cool air in as you both slept for as long as you wanted. For others it may seemed to be a pretty dull plan for the day, but for you both it was rare to be able to be lazy. Jungkook had just recently found his dream job at a tuning workshop as an airbrush artist. He'd been a bit hesitant, yet after a bit of reassurance from your side he'd finally agreed to send in some of his own sketches and practices he'd collected over time. They had almost immediately agreed to take him under their wing despite his lack of knowledge concerning actual work experience. That had been the big reason why he'd always stayed late, being given extra lessons in how to actually work with professional equipment. He loved his new job, you'd noticed that instantly, yet he had also felt bad that you always stayed up to wait for him to come home despite having to get up early in the mornings for your own job, constantly finding you asleep on the couch rather than in his bed where you should rest. The week of freetime came as a beacon of hope that things would get a bit easier since it showed that you both had settled into your own jobs well enough to receive short-notice freedom just by asking kindly.

It was also good for the both of you since you would be finally picking up your dog the next day, your vacation probably filled with chaos and happiness- and you couldn't wait.

"Come on, lets go take a shower while we can throw the clothes in the wash." Jungkook said as he stepped into the apartment you both shared, making you smile happily as you skipped into the bathroom, already pulling your sweater over your head. Jungkook came inside soon after, picking up the clothes you had simply thrown onto the tiles as you stepped out of your pants. "Since when do we make such a mess princess?" He said as he accusingly stood in front of the sweater in front of his sock clad feet, arms crossed in front of him. You looked at him for a moment before you pouted, picking it up with mild attitude and throwing it into the open washing machine, making him sigh as he caged you in with his arms on either side of you, chest against your backside. "And since when, pray tell, do we have such an attitude?" He grumbled, his voice low as he spoke close to your ear. You squirmed a bit, trying to duck your way out of your current situation, but he'd easily caught onto your plan by grabbing your wrists and holding them onto the edge of the washing machine, keeping you in place. "Hm?" He pressed, as you simply shrugged your shoulders. "Huh. I see." He said, as he suddenly detached himself from you, leaving the bathroom.

"Jungkook?" You asked meekly, peaking around the corner of your living room where he'd sat down, on his phone. He hummed an answer without looking up, aknowledging your questioning call of his name, but not giving you full attention. Did you get too far? "Aren't you.. you know, gonna shower too?" You asked, and he nodded, still not looking at you.

"I'll take one after you're done." He simply said, and the corners of your lips turned downwards at that, almost asking why, before your mind connected the dots.

He was punishing you.

You stepped back inside the bathroom, ridding yourself of your undergarments before stepping inside the shower, cleaning yourself. Until today, Jungkook had never really punished any behavior other than when you didn't speak clearly. He'd always simply taken it as you being a bit impish that day, as if you were just in a funny mood. This was new to you, and you didn't know if you were happy with it or not, simply because you could not clearly figure out if it was for the right reason in your eyes.

You stepped outside the shower, eyes widening at the fluffy sweater and sweatpants, as well as underwear he'd set out for you on the sink. He maybe gave you the silent treatment, but this simple gesture made your heart melt. He really was too sweet for you. Grabbing everything and slowly dressing yourself, you dried your hair with a towel until it stopped dripping, as it slipped from your hand, falling to the ground and taking some stray items next to the sink with it. You didn't look as you tried to catch it from actually meeting the floor, hand failing to reach the fabric, but instead squeezing something else, that made you take in a sharp breath, instantly dropping whatever you had in your hand just now.

Small red droplets fell to the floor as you squeezed your hand, whimpering a bit, careful not to be too loud to catch Jungkooks attention. You panicked a bit as you saw the amount of blood collecting in your palm, on the white tiles the razor you had accidentally grabbed in your fast movement. You grabbed a freshly cleaned kitchen towel from the bag of recently cleaned things such as oven mitts and the dogbed Jungkook had bought second hand. You wrapped it around tightly, but it still seeped through, making you sigh out. Nop, you had to get him.

“Jungkookie..?” You timidly asked, leaning against the doorframe as he turned around from his spot in front of his TV, pulling down his headset.

“Yeah Princess?” He asked, raising his eyebrow in a silent question at your form.

“So uh..” you started, trying to ignore the angry throbbing of your hand. “Let’s say uh, purely hypothetically, you cut yourself accidentally in your hand, when should you like.. you know, see a doc?” You asked, biting your lip.

Jungkooks eyebrows furrowed, immediately getting up as soon as he discarded his headset of the floor, walking over to you and reaching out for your hand that you had behind your back. “I ain’t playing games young lady, Hand. Now.” He demanded, and you hesitantly gave in, putting your hand wrapped in a kitchen towel into his waiting ones, as he unraveled the fabric, making you hiss and whine. He grabbed your wrist to take away the possibility of pulling away from him as he sharply took in air between his teeth, carefully inspecting the cut in your palm. “Wrap it up Baby and get my car keys.” He said, already switching off the TV as he ushered you into the small hallway, not taking chances with it.

Oh boy, you really were making a mess today, weren't you?

"...'m hungry koo.." You drawled, making him chuckle a bit as he fastened your seatbelt for you. "Did you hear me?" You asked, a bit like you talked whenever you were drunk. He have had the wonderful privilege of knowing that after picking you up from a birthday party once.

"I've heard you loud and clear baby." He said, closing the car door and walking around the front to open his own and climbing into the drivers seat, a click signifying that he'd put on his own safety as well before he started the engine. "But the nurse said you can't eat anything for the next few hours, at least until the medication has worn off." He said, and you whined, sinking down in your seat, glaring at your bright pink bandage wrapped around your hand as if to set it on fire. To Jungkooks eyes it just looked absolutely adorable. "I promise you I'll get you whatever you want as dinner tonight. Sounds good?" He asked, looking at you for a moment at a red light. You mumbled something but nodded. "What was that?" He said, and you huffed.

"I said 'yeah okay I guess." You repeated your words, and he chuckled. "You're not takin' me seriously Koo!" You whined, and he smiled as he tapped your shoulder, silently ordering you to sit properly.

"I admit that Princess." He said, taking a moment to take in both sides of the road before continuing to drive. "But I can't really do that since you're a bit out of it baby." You gasped as if he'd just insulted you, rolling your eyes. "I saw that." He said sternly, and you squirmed in your place. "you've been huffy like this the entire day today. Do I need to do something about that?" He said, implying something you weren't too sure of.

"m not a baby.." You mumbled as you looked out of the window, making Jungkook smile a bit.

"Well you're behaving like one though. A pretty bratty one at that." He said, and you looked at him.

"Is that bad?" You asked, and he raised his eyebrows as he stopped at a red light again, urging you to continue talking. "Is it bad that I wanna have you taking care o'me like that.?" You carefully worded, even though your words were still a bit hazy. He shook his head.

"I never said I didn't like it, didn't I?" He said, and you simply nodded, but face visibly still uncertain. "It sure isn't like anything I've experienced before, and I'm gonna be honest, I highly doubt I'm fit to be someone to take care of someone like you, but I'm also a selfish asshole who can't give up trying. So yeah, that's that I guess." He spoke, and you looked at him with eyes full of wonder, making him chuckle a bit uneasy. "What now?"

"Your eyes look like Bambis!" You suddenly exclaimed, and he suddenly burst out laughing, that signature laugh were he kind of sounded like a maniac, voice high pitched and mouth wide open. "They do!"

He had to blink a bit to get his eyes to clear up. "I'm sure they do, I'm sure."

"But you're not cute like Bambi." You said, looking out the window.

"I'm not? Why not baby?" He asked, and you seemed to think for a moment, until you answered.

"Dunno." You began, before speaking your next words without hesitation. "maybe because I have to think about the times we had sex, and I can't think of you as cute anymore afterwards."

This time it was him that suddenly went a bit red on the tips of his ears. You never spoke openly about your intimate life like that, so hearing you say it out loud was foreign to him. "Really now?" He said, simply to keep the conversation flowing. He wanted to make the most out of your dazed state, speaking without any filter.

"Hmhm." You hummed. "But now that I think about it, you are kind of cute." You said, and he simply huffed out a breath. "Cause you always take care of me afterwards, no matter how hard you get. You know, remember that time you used that cute vibrator-" Jungkook coughed, replying with a yes. Of course he remembered that. "Yeah, you were sooo sweet afterwards~" You said as you yawned, just before he finally parked the car in front of your apartment complex. "Hm, I liked that." You said, and he looked at you.

"You did? But I was being pretty mean." He said, and you shook your head.

"No. 'Koo's never mean." You mumbled, and he smiled.

His feet walked over the floor, getting closer and closer until the smell of his bodywash hit your nose as he'd crouched right in front of your seemingly sleeping form on his bed, oblivious to the fact that you were slowly regaining consciousness after your short nap on the mattress to clear your system of the medication used to numb your hand as they cleaned and wrapped the skin up. He tapped your nose a few times until you scrunched it up cutely, making him chuckle a bit. You opened your eyes with a pout, until your gaze lowered, noticing his.. very obvious lack of clothing.

"YAH Jungkook, why are you naked?!" You yelled, immediately sitting up and holding a pillow in front of your face, making him burst out laughing.

He grabbed onto the pillow to lower it, but you held it firmly, making him laugh even more. "Baby it's not like you haven't seen my dick before-" He said between his chuckling, but you shook your head behind your makeshift barrier.

"Well yeah but-" You said, "But this is so unexpected I wasn't prepared- just put on pants Jungkook!" You begged as he took your only safety away, leaving you to hold your hands over your eyes, face red as he seemingly couldn't stop laughing.

Initially he'd just tried to wake you to ask where you'd put his most comfortable sweatpants after not finding them in his bedroom earlier, and forgetting to ask you about them when you had finished your shower earlier. But teasing you would always stay hilarious to him, the way you would still blush and get shy whenever he'd do things like that never failing to make him smile. "I would but you hid them so good I can't find them." He said. "Have you seen my black sweatpants? The ones with the white writing on the side?" He asked.

"Jungkook, they're still in the wash, and also-" You took your hands away from your eyes to be met with him still in front of you, skin slightly shiny from his shower. "Jesus-! Also if you're searching for your Sweats why the hell aren't you at least wearing underwear?!" you whined, and he laughed.

"Well I wasn't really planning on wearing any underneath to be honest." He casually explained, sitting down next to you on his bed as he layed down at your legs on his side, his head near your thigh as his hand traced yours still shielding your eyes. He didn't grab nor pulled, he simply tapped it with his finger. "Come on princess, am I that bad to look at?" He said with a whine, and you shook your head. "Then why won't you look at me?" He asked, making you sigh, falling down into the pillows behind you, making him get up a bit to crawl next to you, laying on his stomach. "Okay, my dick is snuggling the mattress now, you can't see it. Can you look at me now?" He asked with a hint of teasing in his voice, as you slowly opened your eyes, testing as if to see if he was lying. He wasn't.

"Jungkookie~!" You whined, and he simply copied you like a parrot, making you pout at him.

"Oh come on, you love this dick!" He exclaimed, and you laughed a bit as you squealed at his hands tickling your sides. "Say it!" He said between laughter, and you shook your head, even as tears gathered in your eyes. "Come on, say it!" He said, not letting you breath.

"Okay okay, I love your dick, I love your dick jungkook please stop!" You said, laughter turning into squeaky noises- something you hated, and he loved.

"Good." He simply said, entire nature of his antics shifting as his hands found their way inside your pants, pulling them down in practiced motion, taking your underwear right along the ride down to your calfs where he simply let them fall down next to his bed, uncaring. He positioned himself between your open legs, next target of his wandering palms underneath your sweater, having already noticed that you had skipped your bra he'd put out for you. It made it easier to access your breasts for him, so he didn't mind at all.

You sighed at it, already at his mercy with just a simple action. Your eyes never leaving his as he watched you squirming underneath him in anticipation of what he had in store for you, already getting riled up at his intense gaze. "I believe earlier you said something about the cute vibrator we used before, hm?" He said, and you turned red at that, having hoped he'd forgotten about it. He simply dug inside his infamous bedside drawer, pulling the toy out, and carefully running it over your center, collecting your already very present wetness as a form of lubrication to push the toy inside you, slowly, as to not make it too uncomfortable. "I also remember your attitude today." He mused as he watched the toy slowly disappear inside you, small rabbit gimmick on the top side of it slowly taking its place snug against your pearl, making you move your hips a bit. "Do you think you've been a good girl today?" He asked, testing how to get you into your familiar headspace. It seemed to work immediately.

"N-no.." You hummed, eyes already moving around a bit anxiously at the way he spoke. He usually didn't address anything that happened during the day whenever you both had sex, always keeping it plain and simple while still changing up the pace and overall energy of it almost every time. Sometimes he was incredibly sweet, while others your muscles ached afterwards in the most delicious of ways. This time however, the theme felt a little different.

"Then you'll know why I'm gonna do this, and you'll take it like the good girl we both know you are, right?" He said, before turning on the toy, low buzzing making you yelp a bit, hands grabbing the sheets. "Keep it there while I watch you." He said, and your eyes widened as you tried to look at him. His eyes held an almost predatory energy in them. "And don't you fucking dare close your legs." He hummed, low voice showing how serious he was about it.

You nodded, hips moving a bit as you tried to hold them as still as possible- the relentless pace of the toy however, made it increasingly difficult to do so as you tried to breath steadily, not noticing how Jungkook himself had taken on another position on the bed, tattooed hand pumping his already hardening length in his hand, lazily, not really having his own release in mind at all. It simply increased the pleasure he already felt watching you- not only watching you, but knowing that you actually tried to follow his orders. It made him feel powerful in a different way he'd craved before he'd met you- and he could say for sure that it already had him addicted. Your soft moans suddenly shifted as your hips bucked into nothing, your thighs trembling as you came in front of him.

He made no move.

You whined at the overstimulation, craving to close your legs, feet already kicking away softly, yet you forced them to stay open as long as you could, breath escaping you in small bursts of air, and Jungkook fed on that view, burning it into his mind before he turned off the toy once he saw your eyes squeeze shut in discomfort. He hushed you softly as he pulled it out of you, letting it bounce slightly off of your clothes on the floor to be cleaned later. His hands found their way underneath your thighs, pushing them upwards as he layed a palm over your center, making you jump a bit at the contact, but you soon relaxed again as he kissed you deeply, tongue instantly forcing its way between your lips.

You didn't put up much of a fight when it came to him anyways.

Slowly, pleasure returned, building up again after your last orgasm as he let your hips roll into his steady hand, letting you decide the pace for a moment, before he took a condom and pulled it over his length, entering you slowly, too slow for your liking. He chuckled at your eagerness before he pushed your thighs apart, flat on the bed as he began a steady but relentless pace right from the start. He could feel your soft muscles tremble underneath his fingers as he held them in place, your own hands reaching for him as he leaned closer, giving you the opportunity to at least try and wrap your hands around his middle- failing however.

It came suddenly.

Normally you'd feel it build up, but it was his hand reaching down as you were delirious with pleasure, flicking your bud just right as you clenched around him, making him gasp as your fingers dug into his back, leaving angry red marks just underneath his shoulder blades as you felt yourself release- quite literally.

Jungkook continued throughout your sudden orgasm, eyes widening as he saw you squirting underneath him, coating his lower abdomen and thighs in clear wetness. He pulled out, leaning down as he placed his mouth onto your intimate parts, tongue working on your nub again softly as he groaned at the taste of you and the way you whined and moaned, openly without any hesitation. It was so enticing to see you like that, how you suddenly sobbed drily in pleasure as you felt him work you through all the overstimulation towards another one, parting with a kiss to push himself inside again, this time sitting, grabbing just underneath your knees to pull you close to him, eyes never leaving the visual pleasure that was his own cock re- and disappearing inside you over and over again, until he felt himself release, pulling out and working his hand over your nub in a fast pace, making you scream for a second before you came with a silent cry, back arching off the mattress underneath, making him sigh at the view.

Your leg quivered, feeling dangerously close to cramping up as Jungkook softly worked his fingers over your muscles, easing them up so that wouldn't happen to you, even in his post orgasmic bliss purely focused on you and your well-being.

He sloppily tied up the condom, throwing it into the bin next to his bed and simply letting himself fall onto the sheets next to you, uncaring of the drenched fabric underneath you both. He simply pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you as you tried to catch your breath, softly muttering praises into your ear as you fell asleep.

Hearing the door open, you instantly got up from the couch, spotting Jungkook and the light grey dog carrier walking into your living room.

You didn't come along this time because you felt like you would just make the dog anxious with your restless emotions, and Jungkook had decided to pick up the dog without you after that. He slowly put the plastic cage down, opening the door as you both sat down on the floor, waiting for the puppy to emerge.

Which happened quite quickly.

You both had visited her as much as possible to get her comfortable with you, and it showed; as soon as the fluffy white dog spotted you, she happily skipped over to you, licking your hand and chin as much as she could while you laughed. "I'm happy to see you too!" You exclaimed as the puppy barked away, excited at seeing both of her regular visitors now together.

Jungkook simply smiled at the picture in front of him, slowly taking out his phone to snap a memory for himself of that moment.

He really was whipped for you.

After getting acquainted with all of the furniture and rooms of your apartment, you both took Miri out for a walk, Jungkook having remembered that he'd promised you anything you wanted for dinner, which, not to his surprise, involved getting chicken nuggets and milkshakes. It was okay for him however, since you had deserved it after the amazing time you'd given him.

While watching you walk the dog so happily, he reminded himself that this was exactly what he wanted in life. A simple experience like this felt magical with you, the way you saw everything in a special light slowly coloring the picture in front of his own eyes more vibrantly as well. It was truly something only you could do to him.

He didn't need much money, a large house, or anything else. As long as he had this, he would stay happy.

"You know, I never knew you could squirt."

"Jungkook!"

"What?!"

"Not in front of the dog!"

"Oh, really now?!"

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starryeyes-darkestnights · 4 years ago

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Gold Rush

Part 5 of We Dance Together Now

An O’Knutzy au where Leo and Logan are still playing for the Lions, but Finn is a musician/grad student they met by chance on a roadie to Montreal.

Here are the first few parts!

Part 1 - Jingle Bell Rock

Part 2 - This City

Part 3 - Shut Up and Drive

Part 4 - Wicked Game

I also stuck this up on AO3, my username there is the same :)

These beautiful characters and their world belong to the incredible @lumosinlove ! Her work is amazing, and I’m so happy to get to play with some of the people and places she’s created <3

The song that Finn is singing in this chapter is Gold Rush, by Taylor Swift. And it’s the song that inspired this entire fic :):)

I imagined Finn playing it like the version by Travis Atreo! (If you haven’t listened to that you should :) )

I hope you like it!!!

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Logan

It was too early the next morning, or maybe too late from the night before, when Logan finally gave up on the idea of sleep. The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon when stole out onto the balcony, closing the door softly behind him and leaning against it. He stayed there for a moment, still and quiet in the pre-dawn chill, and let the fresh air wash over him. He let his eyes close and breathed in deep- once, twice, three times.

It was better, being out here. He always felt more grounded, more like himself, outside. He pushed away from the door and wandered over to the patio chair in the corner, out of sight from anyone who might wander into the living room.

He wasn’t sure how to talk to the other two after last night. He had been off all night, he knew. Having Finn there to watch them play, seeing Leo get hit on the ice, making it to the play-offs… it had already been a lot. And then that moment in Cap’s kitchen…

He slid down in his chair, scrubbing his face with his palms as he tried unsuccessfully to block out the memory of Finn’s eyes on his, of Leo’s chest flush against his back.

What he should have done was leave with Dumo when he’d offered. But no, of course he wouldn’t do the sensible thing. He had to be cocky and assume he could keep it under control, when clearly he was an idiot who didn’t know what control meant. And by the time he figured that out it had been too late and he had no good excuse to uber back home without making it obvious that he didn’t want to be around them.

So instead he had just walked home with Finn and Leo, like they had planned. And when they had finally gotten inside, just the three of them, alone in the dark apartment, Logan had promptly panicked and bolted off to his room with hardly a word. Clearly the sign of a man with his shit together.

Plus, to add insult to injury, shutting himself in his room hadn’t even helped. In fact, it had made it worse. Because all he had to do was look around to see that the room had clearly been put together for him. It had happened gradually when he had started spending nights there. First, the sheets had been replaced with new ones in his favourite colour after a slightly drunk and very passionate argument with Finn about the importance of having favourite colours (Finn was in favour. Logan was not. At least not out loud. But Finn had figured it out anyway). Then a container of the Tiger Balm he was constantly rubbing on his legs had appeared on his nightstand after a stretch of home games. There were always two towels waiting for him, after Finn had caught him scrounging around the linen closet for an extra one evening. There was a water bottle on his dresser, a phone charger plugged in next to it. He had clothes in the drawers and an extra pillow to hug while he slept—Leo must have shared that detail.

His toothbrush was in the bathroom, his favourite snacks were always in the fridge and a spare blanket had made a new home on the couch for when he inevitably got cold while the other two overheated. He’d had more than one pair of very fluffy socks thrown at his head when Finn caught him shoving his toes between the couch cushions to keep warm, and those socks were sitting on the end of his bed even now. Everything he needed to be comfortable, Finn had provided, without ever saying a word about it.

It had surprised Logan at first, how thoughtful Finn was underneath all that chaos. How observant. Him and Leo were similar that way. They were similar in a lot of ways, actually, and it both warmed and twisted Logan’s heart to watch as the two of them grew closer.

Last night, as he had closed his bedroom door behind him and took it all in, it was the twisting that took over. That room had felt like a safe haven for him for the past four months, but now everything in it reminded him of what he could never have. And so he had just laid there, on top of the blankets, staring at the ceiling and trying to will himself to sleep.

The balcony door creaked open again as the sun finally broke away from the skyline, and Logan didn’t have to look over to know it was Leo.

His tall silhouette moved forward to lean his forearms on the balcony railing. He didn’t look at Logan either, but Logan knew he had come out to keep him company. Just like he had last night. Logan tried not to read too much into it. It was just who Leo was. If Finn was the master of creating a comfortable space, Leo was the master of joining you in it.

It was something Logan was kind of jealous of. He was always fucking up when people needed support- joking when he should be serious, and being serious when they needed distracting. But Leo always got it right. He always knew when someone was having a bad day, and he’d show up with exactly what you needed. A cup of tea, the channel changed to your favourite show. A closed door and a quiet warning to others to give you space. He always knew when to ask about it and when to let you sit with it, or when to sit with you in it. Everyone loved him for it. Logan loved him for it. Which was half of the reason he was out here hiding in the first place.

Not that it had worked, because apparently Leo also had a knack for finding people when nobody else even knew they were hiding. Logan had closed his door when he came out. Leo shouldn’t have known he wasn’t still sleeping. He let his head roll to look at Leo’s profile against the morning sun.

“How did you know I wasn’t in my room?”

Leo turned to look back at him with a kind smile and shrugged. “I know you find peace outside. I figured you would rather be here than there right now.”

Logan wasn’t sure what he had been expecting exactly, but it certainly wasn’t that. He just blinked back at Leo for a few moments, trying to formulate a response, and thanked the universe when the door slid open again, distracting them both. Finn stepped out with coffee and a tentative smile, handing steaming mugs to Leo and Logan before sitting down next to them and turning to look out over the early morning cityscape.

The three of them stayed there together in awkward silence, watching the city over the balcony railing. Logan was almost reminded of the night they had done the same thing in Ilvermorny, standing shoulder to shoulder at the railing and looking out over the moonlit ocean. But this was different. Because this time, for the first time since the day they had met, nothing about their silence was comfortable. And for the first time since the day they had met, nobody knew how to break it. And Logan knew it was his fault.

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Finn

Leo and Logan left for their team meeting at 7am, and Finn hadn’t sat still since. His mind was racing, his pulse pounding in his own ears. Everything was wrong, and it was his fault, and he had no idea how to fix it.

He should have known it from the moment he stepped foot in the arena. If he was being honest with himself, he should have known it as soon as he agreed to come to the game. Half of the reason he had avoided it for all this time was because he knew that seeing the boys in their element like that would be difficult to resist.

But he hadn’t expected the way that game would crack him open. He had felt exposed from the instant he saw them on the ice, and if he had been smart, he would have left the party early. Faked a headache. Blamed a school assignment. But he hadn’t been able to bring himself to walk away from them. Instead, he had let his heart overrule his brain, and predictably, he had gotten hurt. And now he was regretting it with every fibre of his being, as the memory kept replaying in his mind.

Last night, he had left the dance floor to go and get a drink. And when he tried to go back out, he had caught sight of Logan, right where he had left him on the edge of the room. And that had stopped him in his tracks.

Because instead of the scheming look Finn had expected to see, Logan’s face had been a stormy expression of pure longing. It had taken Finn less than a second to follow his gaze to where Leo stood, love clear in his concerned eyes as they roamed over Logan’s face.

Finn’s stomach had plunged through the floor even as he looked away. He’d turned on the spot and strode back into the kitchen, pressing his back against the wall and facing resolutely away from the living room, trying to breathe deep and settle the spinning in his head.

He should have expected it. He had noticed it before- the flickering glances and fleeting expressions between them. He had brushed off every one of those instances as just his imagination, and then they had all come back to him in that moment. His brain had felt like it was fighting itself- half of it warm with the thought of them together, the other half cold with the thought of never being with them himself. He’d shut his eyes, trying to block it all out. And then Natalie had come to his rescue. He replayed their conversation in his mind.

“Finn? You ok?”

Her voice cut through the sounds of the party still going on around him.

He’d opened his eyes to see her looking up at him from beside the door, a concerned look on her face. He quickly schooled his face into what he hoped was a convincing smile.

“Ya, of course. Just had one drink too many I think. I need some more water.”

She looked unconvinced, but smiled back anyway and reached out a hand for his cup. “That’s where I was headed too. I’ll fill yours up.”

Finn had stayed put while she went over to the sink, feeling guilty for not helping, but not sure he could move at the moment. When Natalie brought back his cup, he’d been surprised to see her lean back next to him instead of heading back out to the party.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She cut to the point in true Natalie fashion, looking straight into his eyes with a genuine kindness that almost made him want to open up.

But he shook his head. “It’s nothing. I’m good.”

She nodded, still holding his eyes. “Ok. But promise me, if you ever need to talk, that you will? It doesn’t have to be to me, but I want you to know that I’m here. And that whatever you say to me, doesn’t go beyond me.”

Finn nodded back with a smile, small but genuine. “I promise.” He meant it.

She took a drink of her water then, looking satisfied. And Finn was beyond grateful for her when she started her next sentence:

“So… you can only listen to one album for the rest of your life. What do you choose?”

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Finn checked the time on microwave. 8:30. It was still early, but it was going to have to do, because he couldn’t handle this on his own anymore. He was going to keep that promise to Natalie sooner than he had expected. He picked up his phone and dialed the familiar number, turning on speaker and dropping it back onto the table.

“Please pick up, please pick up” he muttered to himself as he circled the dining room.

“…hello?” His best friend’s sleep-filled voice filled the room. Finn snatched the phone back up.

Finn: June. Thank God. I’m sorry for waking you up. Are you awake? Can you talk? Do you want me to let you sleep?”

June: Finn? What the fuck. It’s so early. Why do you sound like that? What’s wrong?”

Finn heard her shuffle around in the blankets, heard her whisper to Heather to go back to sleep. Suddenly he realized he didn’t know what to say. How to explain it.

June: Finn? Dude, what’s up??

Finn: I… I just need your help. I don’t know how to do this anymore.

June: What? Do what anymore?

Finn: Be around them, June.

June: Be around who? Finn, you don’t make sense, can you like, start from the beginning? I just woke up.

Finn dropped the phone back to the table and brought his hands up to his hair. This was not working. He squeezed his head for a second, trying to organize his thoughts before he tried again.

Finn: It’s Leo and Logan. I thought I had it under control but then I watched them play hockey last night and then I was completely NOT in control, and then I watched them dance together and that… that hurt. And now everything is completely out of the box and I don’t know how to shove it back in.

June was quiet for a moment, before letting out a sympathetic sigh.

June: Finn…

Finn: I know, June. I know it’s stupid. Just tell me how to fix it. I’m going out of my mind.

June: That’s not what I was going to say.

Finn: … Oh. What were you going to say then?

June: I was going to tell you to not shove it back in the box.

Finn: Excuse me?? Are you still sleeping? That is not what I called you for. You’re supposed to be helping!

June: I am helping. Finn, you clearly care about each other. Everything you’ve told me about them… it’s obvious. So why are you boxing things up? Let love happen.

Finn stopped pacing and stared at the phone incredulously.

Finn: Let love HAPPEN?! June, they are LITERALLY professional athletes! They are gorgeous. Every time we go out they’ve got, like, hordes of girls following them around. You should see them June. They think they’re subtle but they’ll sneak behind them on the dance floor and crash into them just so they can talk to them. So they can touch them. And I can’t even blame them! And they’re always so fucking annoyingly beautiful. It’s like- it’s like a contest for these girls, and I can’t compete. I don’t want to compete. It’s impossible, June. I’m a grad student with a guitar. I stand less than zero chance here. Plus…

Finn cut himself off with a sharp intake of air. He was working himself up nearly to the point of tears, and he was not interested in crying right now. He let out a steadying breath and forced himself to sit down. June waited a second before prodding him gently.

June: Plus what, Finn?

Finn: Plus… I don’t know, June. Last night… you should have seen it. The way they were looking at each other, I just... I think, even if they ever were to be willing to get into a relationship with a guy, one they would have to hide… it would be with each other. Not with me.

June: Ok, well… actually wait, is it Logan or Leo that you’re into?

Finn dropped his face into his hands, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. This was another thing he wasn’t sure he knew how to deal with.

Finn: That’s… another thing. I don’t- I don’t even know. I. Don’t. Even. Know. Isn’t that insane? How is that even possible?? They’re completely different from one another and I… I know it doesn’t make any sense to be equally into both of them, and I have tried, God, believe me I have tried to turn it off. For both of them. But apparently I can’t, June. Not for either one. So, in all honesty, even if, let’s just go completely hypothetical here for a second, even IF I thought it was a possibility that either of them could be interested back, I couldn’t do it anyway. Because there would always be someone else too.

June: I see…

Finn: I just— UGH! This is insane. This is so stupid. This is the stupidest thing that I’ve ever done. June. Help.

He dropped his head to the table as he felt all the energy drain from him.

Finn: Help me turn it off. Please. I need to turn it off.

He was going to cry. Goddammit. He tilted his head back and stared unblinking at the ceiling, breathing deeply, willing it away. He could hear June on the other end of the line, just waiting, giving him time. After a moment, he continued.

Finn: Why am I like this? Make my feelings go away. I don’t want them.

June’s voice was soft coming through the phone.

June: Yes, you do, Finn. Your heart is what makes you, you. I would never- never- do anything to take it away. You’re the best person I know, and I know this is hard for you right now, but it’s going to work out. I promise. You’ve always got me to talk to when it gets too much, but please don’t ever think it’s better to change who you are.

Finn didn’t think she was right. He was tired of his heart being always on his sleeve. Tired of feeling so vulnerable. Tired of feeling like he was going to implode every time Leo and Logan were near. There was a line he hadn’t known was there that had been crossed last night, and he didn’t know if he could turn back now. If he could go back to pretending. He hated feeling like this, and he hated the tension it was causing between them. But he didn’t want to argue with June right now.

Finn: Ya. You’re right. I’m kind of tired now though, I think I’m going to go back to bed. Thanks for listening, June.

June: Ok… any time.

Finn could hear that she didn’t sound convinced, but she let out a resigned sigh.

June: Seriously, Finn. Call me any time, ok? I’ll pick up, any time of day or night. You know that. And I sent you my flight itinerary right? I’m coming to see you soon. I’ll be there to hug you in person.

Finn: Ya, I got the itinerary.

June: Good. And please don’t forget, I don’t care if these boys are professional bajillionaires, you’re the only Finn O’Hara in the world and they are the ones who are lucky to have you. I love you.

Finn: Love you too, June. I’ll talk to you soon.

Finn hit the End Call button on his phone and just sat still for a moment, unsure if he was feeling better or worse. His eyes locked on a mug on the other side of the table and he pulled it toward himself, hoping it was his coffee from earlier that morning. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be his tea from last night. He sighed. Leo was always making fun of him for leaving half-drank cups of tea all around the apartment and he supposed this was why. It was a very disappointing find.

He dropped his head into his hands and stared straight down at the dull surface of the old tea. The last of its ripples faded away as memories of the past few months started to roll through his mind like a film reel.

He thought of the day they met, up on that stage in Montreal. The trip they had taken to Ilvermorny to watch the stars. The team dinners he’d joined and the club nights they’d danced through. All the times he’d looked out from the stage to see them in crowd at his shows.

He thought back to that first show they had come to in Gryffindor, at the Burrow. The way he had felt when he saw Logan flirting with that girl. He hadn’t ever wanted to feel that way again. He had promised himself that night that he would turn whatever feelings he had for them off, keep it friends only.

And even though he wasn’t perfect, he really thought he had been doing a good job of it. But now, sitting here feeling that exact same feeling amplified a thousand times, he knew that he had never turned anything off. That that hope had stayed there, growing in the back of his mind whether he’d been willing to admit it or not. And last night had exposed it. And now that Finn knew, like really knew, that what he hoped for would never be, it was coming back around to crush him.

Finn tried to shake the thought away, tilting his head back to get some air. He was getting in his head, and he knew it. He just needed to catch his breath. He needed to get his thoughts out.

He needed his guitar.

He stood abruptly, grabbing the mug from in front of him and dumping it in the sink on his way out of the kitchen. For his entire life, music had been the way that Finn worked through his feelings. No matter what tangled mess was crowding his mind, pulling at the heart he could not for the life of him keep off of his sleeve, music calmed him. It brought him back to earth, centered him and let him start again. So now, just like he had done a million times before, Finn sat on the edge of his bed, closed his eyes, and let his emotions bleed out through the strings of his guitar.

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Leo

That afternoon, Leo let himself into the apartment quietly. Finn hadn’t responded to his messages letting him know that Coach had let them go early, and Leo thought maybe he was napping after the late night and early morning they’d had.

He screwed up his face at the thought of their morning. Leo had hoped that sleep would help with whatever weird tension had appeared between them last night, but it seemed to have done the opposite. In the bright morning light, everything had seemed even more awkward, and they had spent the morning like strangers- unsure of how to act or what to say. It hadn’t stayed in the apartment either. Leo had shared an Uber with Logan to the arena, and Lo hadn’t looked at him a single time. He had also, impressively, managed to avoid him for nearly the entire day despite being in pretty close quarters in the locker room. But Leo had finally cornered him for a few seconds on their way out the door. Just long enough to make sure he was still planning to come to Finn’s show tonight. He was anxious for them to work through whatever this mess was. And Logan had, in the end, agreed to come, so Leo hoped that meant he wanted to as well.

For now, though, Leo just wanted to make some tea and retreat to his bed to sort through his own thoughts. Last night had messed with his head too. Knowing Finn had been at the game, watching, and then the excitement of the win. He’d been on an adrenaline high, and then watching Finn and Logan doing… whatever that had been in the kitchen. That had hurt. He’d tried to act normal, but he wasn’t sure he’d done a very good job.

He was pretty sure that what he had seen between the two of them was what was up with Logan as well, but he wasn’t sure about Finn. He’d been weird even before that, from the time they’d met up after the game.

He dropped his keys on the table beside the door, and was just about to head to the kitchen for his tea when he heard the sounds of Finn’s guitar coming from down the hall, quietly playing a song he didn’t recognize. His interest piqued immediately—Finn was always singing quietly around the house, but he NEVER played guitar when Leo was home, unless it was to dick around to karaoke songs in the living room. He always rehearsed for shows in the practise rooms on campus, and when he worked on his own stuff at home it was always on the keyboard, with headphones plugged in to stay quiet. He always insisted it was not pleasant to listen to the songwriting process, but Leo was pretty sure he would be happy to listen to Finn play anything for hours if he did it on his guitar. He was good on the keyboard, but the way he played guitar… it was like it was a part of him. Leo could never look away when he picked it up on stage.

On second thought, maybe it was for the best that Finn did refrain from playing around him.

He made his way down to where Finn’s bedroom door was open and leaned quietly against the doorframe. Finn didn’t seem to notice him, and Leo took advantage of the rare moment, being able to study him unseen.

Finn was sitting on the edge of his bed, eyes closed and guitar propped on his knees. His fingers danced along the strings as sunlight filtered into the room, casting shadows below long eyelashes and playing across the freckles Leo loved, high on Finn’s cheekbones. There was never a time when Leo didn’t want to reach out and touch those freckles, let his fingertips trail across Finn’s skin- soft and gentle, connecting the dots. It was a daydream he kept close to his chest, never letting anyone else see.

Leo let himself be lost in that moment, watching, until the boy in front of him started to sing and his admiration turned to awe.

Leo was used to the Finn he saw playing music on stage, at parties, even messing around in their living room. That Finn was always larger than life, full of mischief and chaos, working hard to make sure everyone was having a good time. Leo had assumed that’s what he was always like as a musician.

But here, alone in his room without an audience to entertain, Finn was playing for himself. And Leo realized he’d been wrong. Maybe that was who Finn was as performer, but this- this was Finn as a musician. As an artist. Open, unguarded, his heart in every note. It was utterly captivating. It felt like he was intruding on something private.

The realization that he was intruding on something private, and had been for several minutes longer than he should have been, finally snapped Leo out of it. He cleared his throat just as Finn started to sing a little louder.

“What must it be like to grow up that beautif—” Finn turned his head at the sound and caught sight of Leo in the doorway. He slammed his palm down on the strings as his voice cut out, ending all of the sound in the room at once. He jumped up, eyes going wide as he stood, his body tense. Leo lifted his hands in a show of peace, and watched Finn let out a relieved huff, relaxing as he realized who was there.

“Jesus, Leo. Dude. Once again: learn to make noise when you enter a space. You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days.” Finn’s tone was joking, but Leo noticed his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Leo suddenly realized he was nervous, a feeling he wasn’t used to around Finn. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I tried to message you, Coach let us go early, I know you weren’t expecting me back yet…”

“It’s ok.” Finn stepped in when Leo trailed off. “I didn’t have my phone. And you never have to be sorry about coming home, ok? Just… try not to scare me when you do?”

Leo huffed out a small laugh at that, relieved that Finn didn’t appear to be upset with him. “I didn’t mean to. I just didn’t recognize the song you were playing. I wanted to come and see what it was. Are you practising for tonight?”

He watched the long lines of Finn’s throat as he swallowed before answering- a nervous tick of his that Leo had picked up on.

“Oh. Um, no, it’s not for tonight. It’s a… it’s a new one.”

“You wrote it?”

“Ya. I did.”

Leo considered Finn for a second before asking, “… Can I listen?”

Finn hesitated, starting to look uncomfortable as he shifted the guitar across his chest.

Leo immediately regretted the request, worried he had crossed a boundary. He had heard Finn play original music at shows, but this was his personal space, and he had just waltzed in and invaded it. He tried to backtrack. “Oh my god, I’m sorry Finn, I shouldn’t have asked that. I didn’t mean to make you—”

Finn cut him off. “No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s ok.” He looked up at Leo, a new spark in his expression. “I want to play it for you.”

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Finn

This was his opportunity. He could play the song and either Leo would recognize it was about them or he wouldn’t. He would be upset by it or he wouldn’t. All he knew for certain was that he couldn’t keep it to himself anymore. He wasn’t deluding himself, he knew it wouldn’t work out. He had realized that last night. Reaffirmed it this morning. And he was aware that it didn’t make any sense, the feelings he had for the two of them, but he was so tired of bottling it up. All he could do was share the best way he knew how and hope they could work through it. They were worth that.

Before he had a chance to talk himself out of it, he cleared his throat and brushed his fingers across the strings. As soon as he played the first notes, the song took over. It always felt like magic, the way the sounds of the guitar wrapped around him, calmed him, pulled him together. He looked down, away from Leo as he started to sing.

“Gleaming, twinkling, eyes like sinking ships on waters, so inviting I almost jump in”

He kept his gaze down as he moved through lyrics he had finished this morning. The words he had pulled out of himself to try and make sense of it all. To tell the story of the past few months with these two incredible, indescribable boys. This first verse was vague enough that if he didn’t already know, Leo wouldn’t guess it was about him.

But the one that followed… Finn forced himself to look up, to connect with that familiar blue-eyed gaze and watch his reaction. There was no way Leo wouldn’t realize what he was singing about now. Memories swirled behind Finn’s eyes as he played.

“What must it be like to grow up that beautiful

With your hair falling into place like dominos”

Dark curls falling over emerald eyes; blonde over cerulean. Finn wanting to reach out and touch so badly that his hands shook.

“I see me padding across, your wooden floors,

With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door”

Every time Finn had walked across Leo’s room to take back the shirt that Leo was constantly stealing and leaving hanging on his closet door, where he knew Finn would be able to find it if he ever came looking. He watched as Leo’s small smile turned into a look of recognition.

“At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit”

The first time Finn had caught on to Logan’s game, at dinner with Talker. The countless times since that he and Leo had called him out for stirring the pot. The grumpy look on Logan’s face when he realized he was caught.

“And the coastal town we wandered around,

Had never seen a love as pure as it”

The day they drove out to Ilvermorny and spent one of the best days of Finn’s life playing tourist and looking at the stars. The burning heat he had felt as Logan flirted with him from the side of the balcony railing. The pull in his heart when he realized how much Leo missed the open skies. He knew now what those feelings meant.

“And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea,

‘Cause you know it could never be.”

This morning, at the table, reliving all of these moments as the hope he had been harbouring slowly slipped away.

Leo’s face was unreadable now, and Finn closed his eyes to the sight as he kept singing.

“Cause I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you”

Girls lining up, pushing for their chance to make a move on them. The heat crawling up the back of his neck as he fought to not let it get under his skin. He’d told June this morning that he couldn’t compete. That he didn’t want to have to compete.

“Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you Walk past, quick brush I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush”

Watching them touch the boys, running fingers down their arms, laying palms on their chests as they danced by. Pretending that it would turn into something more. His world spinning as he was reminded time and time again that he could never do the same.

“I don't like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush Everybody wants you And I don't like a gold rush”

The boys made him better. Everything was so easy when they were together. So good. And that made it so much worse to see the longing in Logan’s eyes when he looked at Leo, to see the love in Leo’s when he smiled at Logan. To watch everybody else want these two boys who so clearly wanted each other.

He slid into the final verse, trying to keep it together as he repeated the first few lines. And then,

“My mind turns your lives into folklore

I can’t dare to dream about you anymore”

There was something there between Leo and Logan. Finn knew he wasn’t imagining it. The vision of their future together had been running through his mind on a loop since last night, and it was perfect. They were perfect, together. He knew that the only thing he could do now was rewrite the ending of this story. Write himself out of it. So, lyrically at least, he had.

“I can’t dare to dream about you anymore.

At dinner parties I won’t call you out on your contrarian shit,

And the coastal town we never found will never see a love as pure as it,

Cause it fades into the gray of my day old tea,

Cause it will never be.”

Finn’s voice cracked on the word never, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to sing the final lines. He forced his hands to finish playing anyway, to give him time to take a few steadying breaths so he could at least look at Leo.

When he’d dragged it out as long as he could, Finn let the final note fade out across the room and sat perfectly still for a few moments. Hoping it would be ok.

When Leo didn’t speak into the quiet, his heart sank. He lifted his head, intending to look at Leo, but his eyes stayed glued to the frets under his fingers. The burst of confidence he had felt when he started the song was a distant memory now.

He tried to laugh, but it sounded fake even to himself. His knees wouldn’t stop bouncing. He needed to break this silence.

“So… ya. Um. I’m sorry. That wasn’t a song that I ever intended for anyone to hear, and…” he stopped as his voice caught in his throat again.

It was quiet for another moment before Leo’s voice, kind and gentle, spoke up.

“I think they should.”

Finn’s heart was pounding in his throat as he heard Leo take a step toward him.

Leo spoke again, softer this time. Cautious. “I think Logan should.”

Finn’s knees finally stopped moving. His entire body froze in place. On a hypothetical level, he had known this was what was going to happen when he decided to play this stupid song. But he always had been better at jumping than at dealing with the fall, and experiencing it was turning out to be much worse than imagining it. It would seem he had failed to factor in how much panic would be involved. What had possessed him to think it was a good idea??

He was suddenly desperate to take it all back.

“Logan?” He croaked out. “No, Logan doesn’t—”

“Finn.” Leo cut him off. He was closer now, standing beside him. “You wrote that song about him. About me. About us.”” Leo’s voice was steady. It wasn’t a question.

Well, fuck. There was no taking it back now. Dealing with the fall it was. He took a deep breath, tried to steel himself for whatever was about to happen, and finally looked up into Leo’s eyes.

His face was still giving nothing away. Which was horrifically unfair because Finn knew that every single thing he was feeling was written across his own. Goddamn goalie face.

Finn whispered then, his voice full of apology. “Leo…”

Leo’s mask finally disappeared.

“Don’t apologize, Finn. Not now. Please.” His expression was suddenly open, vulnerable. Finn wasn’t sure what to do then, so he just pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and sat still, giving Leo the space to make the next move. He took it.

Leo’s eyes flickered between Finn’s, unguarded, and searching- always searching.

He started slowly. “I thought it was just me. I thought I was going crazy—these feelings, I didn’t know what to do with them. I just wanted to pretend it wasn’t there.” He shook his head a little, his gaze shifting away from Finn as he continued.

“I promised myself when I came to Gryffindor that I wouldn’t get attached to anyone. Not anyone on my team or anywhere else. I just wanted to keep my head down and focus on my career. But then…” he paused for a moment, and Finn could see him debating how to proceed. All of a sudden he turned those ocean blue eyes back on Finn, and the look in them made Finn forget how to breathe.

“But then there was Logan… and then there was you, and I just… I don’t know.”

Finn’s heart skipped several beats as he blinked up at Leo. He had long suspected Leo’s feelings for Logan, had almost expected that confession, but…

“Wait. Me?” His voice was laced with confusion.

Leo nodded back.

“Ya. You.” he breathed out. He looked away then, his cheeks flushed and confidence faltering as he continued.

“But I thought… you and Logan. I see how you watch each other. I saw the way he looked at you last night. Oh my God, Finn, the way he was looking at you last night. I knew he had feelings for you and I never thought… I thought I would just have to back away and watch the two of you.”

What? Finn’s head was reeling.

“Leo… Logan. I’ve been watching how he looks at you, Leo. That’s what the whole song…” he stopped, not sure he was making sense. But Leo was nodding.

“I know that now. Now that I’ve heard you sing that, I know.” He smiled reassuringly at Finn, then leaned against the windowsill as his expression turned hesitant. Finn watched some kind of internal debate play out over his features before Leo connected their gaze once more.

“Finn, in your song, you said you don’t dare to dream about us anymore. That it could never be.”

Finn nodded slowly. He had written that this morning. When he thought he needed to back away. Now though… something had sparked inside him as he listened to Leo speak.

“And maybe... maybe you’re right. Maybe it never can be, the way you were thinking about it before. The way I was thinking about it before. It’s impossible, to feel this way about two people.”

Finn felt the spark go out. He was familiar with this moment. Too familiar. He pushed the flickering reminders of his first years in Gryffindor back out of his mind. He didn’t need them to know he was about to be let down gently.

But Leo’s voice was shaky, nervous as he continued. “But maybe—maybe if I stopped dreaming about you separately. If WE start dreaming about us together, all three of us. Maybe… maybe then it could be.”

That… was not what he had expected.

Finn felt something connect inside of him as he considered Leo’s words. It felt right. He looked up at the boy beside him, usually so calm and collected, now looking just as freaked out and vulnerable as he felt.

Finn felt a surge of protectiveness over him. Leo had put himself on the line here, for Finn. So that Finn wouldn’t be out there alone. He knew how big of a risk that was for Leo, with the job he had and the scrutiny it came with. If Leo was willing to take that risk, Finn knew he would do whatever it took to make it worth it.

“Yes.” His voice cracked. He tried again. “Yes.”

Leo looked at him carefully, searching, Finn knew, for confirmation that he meant what he was saying. “Are you sure?”

Finn’s mind was still reeling, but the one thing he felt sure of right now, was this. “I’m sure.”

Leo quirked up one side of his mouth then, his smile warming up the room like the sun peaking out from the clouds. “Ok.”

“Ok.” Finn repeated, starting to smile back. “So, what do we do next?”

Leo’s expression turned serious again. “I think next, we need to talk to Logan. When he gets here. But right now,” he took a step toward Finn, “do you think you could put down your guitar?”

Finn looked down at the instrument he now realized he was clutching to himself like a lifeline. He pulled it over his head and slowly set it down on the bed behind him. Leo held out a hand, his eyes cautious as he watched Finn grab his wrist and stand up.

The two boys were face to face then, and Finn slowly let his fingers slide to twine between the taller boy’s. He had touched Leo hundreds of times before, been closer to him even on the first day they met. But this- the feeling of Leo’s calloused palm against his own, of his thumb tracing gentle circles across his knuckles- was something completely new.

He watched as Leo looked down at their connected hands and used the grip to pull Finn closer, until Finn could feel the heat from his body coming through his shirt. Finn wondered vaguely if Leo could feel the way his own heart was beating through his skin. His eyes traveled up to lock onto Leo’s. He would never get over Leo’s eyes. They were so blue, like the ocean in the sunlight. So inviting.

Those eyes flickered back and forth across Finn’s face, and Finn let Leo be the one to voice what he was sure they were both thinking.

“Finn.” His voice was a whisper.

“Ya?” Finn replied just as softly.

“Will you kiss me?”

Finn’s skin erupted in goosebumps as he felt Leo’s other hand slide gently across the back of his neck. He didn’t know if he even had a heartbeat anymore.

He brought his own hand up, tracing his fingertips delicately under Leo’s jaw and running a thumb along his cheekbone, before tangling his fingers into his hair and pulling him the rest of the way forward.

“Yes.” He was barely able to breathe the word out before their lips met in an impossible kiss.

Finn’s whole body was electrified. He leaned in closer and felt Leo do the same, tilting their heads in unison. Finn felt himself slipping away, his brain drowning out everything but the feel of Leo under his fingertips, against his lips, nothing but Leo’s name running through his mind.

Until another name joined it. Logan. Finn took the moment to slowly pull back from Leo, who was panting slightly as he leaned his forehead against Finn’s, his hands coming up to trace lightly along Finn’s cheekbones. Finn opened his eyes to look at the beautiful man in front of him and said, simply, “Logan.”

Leo nodded, not letting go of Finn. “He’ll be here in a few hours. We’ll talk to him?”

Finn just nodded his agreement, closing his eyes again and moving to rest his forehead against Leo’s shoulder.

“I should let go of you now,” he murmured, “or I’ll never be able to again.”

Leo chuckled, the sound warm where their bodies were touching. “That doesn’t sound half bad to me.” He ran a hand through Finn’s hair and kissed the top of his head. Finn melted into it. “But you’re right,” he hummed against the red curls, “we need to talk to Logan.”

Reluctantly, they backed apart from one another, keeping their hands laced together.

Finn watched Leo’s chest rise and fall evenly, always so composed. Finn’s heart was still racing through his bones.

“How are you so calm right now?”

Leo laughed at that. “It just looks that way. Believe me, my mind is freaking out right now. I was just kissing one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever known.”

Finn cocked his head, lifting an eyebrow. “One of them?” He teased.

Leo just smiled back softly, meeting Finn’s gaze with affection.

“Yeah”

Finn couldn’t help himself; he leaned into Leo again, wrapping his arm around his waist and resting his head where he could feel the steady rhythm of his heart.

“Hmmm” he hummed, listening. “Logan.”

Leo nodded and rested his chin on top of Finn’s head. “Logan.”

“Let’s make some dinner?” Finn asked after a few seconds.

Leo actually snorted at that, finally breaking the spell that had fallen over the room.

Finn grinned back in response. “Ok fine. Will you make some dinner, and I can finally watch you without pretending that’s not what I’m doing?”

Leo smiled softly, looking surprised at that admission.

“I didn’t know you liked watching me cook.”

It was Finn’s turn to snort. “Leo, I like watching you do everything. But yes, I love watching you cook. You care about it so much. I’m surprised you’ve never caught on to that.”

Leo laughed as he pulled Finn toward the door. “After today, I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that there are a lot of things I’ve been oblivious about. Let’s go. I’ll make you something you like.”

#sweater weather lumosinlove #lumosinlove #Coast To Coast #o'knutzy #finn o'hara #leo knut #logan tremblay

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foxofthedesert · 3 years ago

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Today in RedQueen AU's that live in my head but will never see the light of day...

A late Republican Roman era alt-history where Regina is the daughter of an elite patrician family and Ruby is a Gallic woman on the run from vengeful devotees of her high priestess mother, whom she killed in the process of saving her friend Snow from being sacrificed to gain favor with the gods in the conflict with the hated Romans.

It would start with Lady Regina visiting her father, one of the legati Caesar's Gallic army, during a winter lull in the campaign against the Gauls. The village they are quartering at would be attacked in the middle of the night because OF COURSE IT IS.

In the confusion, Regina gets separated from her father and his guard, and is forced to flee for her life into the forest. There, she is wounded by an arrow to the shoulder, then cornered by a particularly loathsome pair of barbarians intent on doing nasty barbarian things to her when a most unexpected savior rescues her. During the chaos, sadly, she is rendered unconscious, but not before she catches a glimpse of pale skin and dark hair shimmeringunder the light of the full moon peaking through the canopy of leaves overhead.

When she comes to, Regina is alone, abed in a ramshackle cabin, a warm fire crackling in the tiny stone circle hearth. Her wound has been treated and her arm bound, her soiled clothes replaced by a threadbare tunic the hem of which barely scrapes her knees. She is still running a mild fever and trembling in equal parts due to fear and infection. Someone approaches the door. She grabs for the nearest sharp implement, preparing herself to fight.

But it is only a woman carrying a bundle of firewood, a gorgeous red cloak obscuring her features. When the hood is brushed aside, Regina realizes her rescuer is not just a woman, but an alarmingly beautiful one. An alarmingly beautiful one she immediately recognizes as Gallic. Sure she has only been rescued to turn over to the village chieftain to exact a ransom from her obscenely wealthy, proudly noble parents, she remains on high alert.

The woman, upon noticing Regina awake, goes still. Impossibly tense moments pass before the woman speaks in stilted Latin, explaining that she is not a threat, though she admires Regina's feisty willingness to fight her in spite of her current condition. While Regina does not immediately relax, the woman - whom she refers to as Red due to her uniquely colorful cloak - proves to be kind albeit strict and willful when it comes to her recuperation.

Red, as it turns out, is a bit of a loner who stuck to the foreboding murkiness of the forest to remain secluded. While she is indeed Gallic, she hails from the far northeast, having been driven out of her village for some crime she refuses to name.

For the rest of the evening, the two coexist somewhat peacefully, even if Regina is plotting her escape with every passing second. That night when Red is asleep, she attempts to get away only to stumble outside into bitter cold and freshly fallen snow. Still, she runs as fast and as far as she can. As she nears the edge of the forest, half-delirious and vision blurring from pain, she hears hooves thundering in the distance. But before she can call out for help, her foot catches a fallen trunk, she crashes to the ground, hits her head and slips away into unconsciousness, realizing she has likely condemned herself to death.

For the second time, Regina awakens freshly changed and abed in Red's hovel. A week and a day have passed, and if not for Red's diligent care, she knows she would have died. Unfamiliar guilt over her actions worsens upon learning the rescuers she had been running toward were in fact a band of Gauls scouring the area for locals guilty of conspiring with the hated Roman invaders. That is when Regina learns everyone in the village is dead. Including her father.

Naturally, she falls into despair, and to a degree so acute that she attempts suicide to escape her hopeless situation and would have succeeded had Red not intervened. In the struggle, Regina uncovers a scar across Red's left wrist, which leads to Red explaining her story. They bond over their losses, and soon enough settle into a domestic rhythm that carries beyond Regina's recovery, through the winter, and on into early spring.

As should be obvious, the two fall in love during the intervening months, and may or may not act upon their feelings before they are separated by tragic circumstance.

Sometimes I imagine they escape together, either back to Rome or to a new village that just so happens to be lead by Snow and Charming, where they are happy for a brief time only for them to be torn apart by the war, or racial prejudices, or by Anita's followers catching up with their quarry.

Invariably one of them gets captured and tortured. Usually it's Ruby sad to say. Dunno why I love whumping Ruby, but it is what it is. Whoever gets put through the wringer, there is always a happily ever after, historical conventions or ramifications be damned.

I could go on and on about this, and other ideas I have for RQ, but I'll spare everyone the drivel and bid adieu for now.

P.S.

I do apologize for this unprompted purging. Maybe getting it out will help me move on? Somehow I doubt it...

#red queen ouat #ruby lucas #regina mills #regina x ruby #filed under: fic ideas that will forever remain ideas

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driversmutbucket · 5 years ago

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Kitten Part VIII

Kylos got 99 problems but the bitch ain’t one

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PLEASE skip this update if any of the content is triggering for you. I will make sure to provide a recap at the beginning of the epilogue.

Kylo Ren AU x Reader

WARNINGS: drug use, drug paraphernalia, violence (breaking shit), angst, so many feels, smut, NSFW, mentions of pregnancy

It had been 3 days since you had heard from Kylo.

Once upon a time you wouldn’t have batted an eyelid.

But these days?

You were starting to feel concerned.

You were sitting at your desk, looking at your phone blankly.

No messages.

You had sent him two text messages, one last night and one this morning. No reply.

You were beginning to spiral- if you were honest with yourself. Had he changed his mind? Was this his way of ending things? Was there someone else?

Your office phone rang, you considered ignoring it, not in the headspace to deal with…..anything.

You talked yourself around and answered.

“Hello?”

“Dr y/l/n?”

“Speaking.”

“Hello dear, I hope you remember me, this is Jan, Dr Ren’s booking clerk.”

“Of course I do, Jan, is everything ok?”

“Well, I'm not so sure I’m afraid, and I’m so sorry to ring you like this and at your place of work but-... well, we have been unable to get hold of Dr Ren and he has no emergency contacts listed here, you were the only person I could think of.”

You began to ask a question but Jan talked over you, clearly flustered.

“I just wouldn’t normally do this but you see, Dr Ren is usually so punctual, I couldn’t get a hold of him yesterday afternoon and now he is 2 hours late, this is just so unlike him, I’m beginning to get concerned.”

You felt sick.

“I haven’t heard from him either, Jan, but I'm going to go to his place now and check on him, I really appreciate the call, can I take your number and update you?” Your managerial override kicking in as your panic increased with every passing second.

One you placed the phone back in the cradle you sat with your head in your hands, took some slow deep breaths before grabbing all your belongings and half running out the door.

—

By the time you were standing outside Kylo’s front door you had almost convinced yourself you were over-reacting.

If he hadn’t cut you loose already you were willing to bet that knocking down his front door in a frenzy would seal the deal.

But you just had this feeling.

Something was wrong.

You knocked and waited.

Knocked again.

You rang his phone to no answer.

You tried the door handle, it was open.

Your heart was pounding in your ears as you pushed the front door open cautiously.

“Kylo?” You called, stepping over the threshold, “it’s just me…...checking on you….”

It was completely silent in the apartment. You felt like you were intruding, doubt plaguing you as you walked towards the living area.

You were stopped in your tracks by a pair of dress shoes, haphazardly strewn in the hallway like they had been kicked off. Not neatly placed, odd. You knew enough about Kylo to know he liked order.

Stepping into the kitchen your blood ran cold at the scene before you.

A smashed glass on the tiles and- what was that? Blood?!

You began running, bursting through his bedroom door, the bed was made and untouched but you could see light shining from the en-suite bathroom.

“Ohshitohfuck!” You could see him lying on the tiles from where you stood in the bedroom.

Your legs somehow carried you to the bathroom. You knelt down next to him, you could see his chest rising and falling, you didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you exhaled in relief.

“Kylo?” You said softly, touching his arm. He didn’t stir, even when you repeated yourself louder. His skin was clammy and off color, he lay in a sort of fetal position. His knuckles were bloody, but the blood had dried and clotted.

“Shitshitshitshit.” you hissed.

You hadn’t evening looked around the room, too focused on Kylo.

The bathroom looked like a hurricane had hit, the cracked mirror explained his bloody knuckles. However this didn’t scare you as much as the tiny ziplock bag on the counter. A few used needles, lighter and spoon in the sink.

You tried to control your breathing, leaning against the vanity. This was not the time to fall to pieces.

You began to look for his phone, eventually locating it on the kitchen counter.

You tapped the home screen, seeing all the missed calls and messages from yourself and Jan. You let our a shaky breath when you realised his lock screen was a picture of you and 3 giant pizzas that he had taken after the charity event.

Running back to the bathroom you gently used his thumb to unlock the phone.

Pushing aside intense feelings of guilt for going through his phone, you tapped into the recent calls, hoping to find anyone you could call. Nothing helpful.

Opening the messages there were yours, unread. Below was a thread with ‘Luke from Group’.

Your hand shook as you tapped into the thread from 2 days ago.

Kylo Hi Luke, are the meetings still on the same day? I feel I may need to come to the next one.

Luke from Group Nice to hear from you, yes they still are. Don’t hesitate to get in touch if you need anything before then ok? Hope you are keeping well.

Kylo Thank you, Luke.

“Okay” you breathed, ringing ‘Luke from Group.’

He answered after 2 rings.

“Hello?”

“Hi, hello, I am Kylo’s…” you took a breath, “look, I've just found Kylo on the floor in his bathroom and I think he’s taken drugs.” You blurted.

There was a pause, in which wondered if you had just told some random acquaintance sensitive information.

When he spoke, his voice was calm, soothing your fried nerves. “Ok, i want you to position him so his airways are open, can you do that?”

“Yes, let me put you on speaker.”

Luke talked you through placing Kylo in a recovery position, before hanging up to come straight over.

You sat, watching Kylo breath until you heard a knock at the door.

Luke was an older gentleman with a kind face.

He followed you to the bathroom and sighed sadly when he saw Kylo. “Oh dear, Kylo my boy....”

He knelt down and tried to rouse him, having no more luck than you did.

“I think we need to get him somewhere more comfortable, he is going to feel like absolute hell the next few days.” Luke looked to you.

“Let’s take him to my place- if you don’t mind? It will be easier for me to look after him there.”

“You can look after him for the week?”

“Yes, absolutely, I’ll sort all this,” You waved around at the trashed bathroom, “if you could guide me on what else to do?”

“Well aren’t you a goddamn angel.” Luke said softly, looking at Kylo.

You organized that Luke would go ahead with Kylo to your place and you would follow once you had grabbed Kylo’s things.

Another friend of Luke’s arrived who knew Kylo, you assumed through the same channels. They somehow managed to support him enough to get him down the lift and into Luke’s car.

Kylo was barely conscious, “he won’t remember any of this.” Luke told you, as you looked on.

Once the door closed behind them a deathly quiet settled over the apartment.

You lent against the kitchen counter, no longer able to keep in the emotion, heaving sobs taking over your body.

You found an overnight bag and stuffed as many clothes and toiletries of Kylo’s as you could inside, silently thanking him for his anal-retentive organization, which made everything easy to find.

You cleaned up the bathroom as best you could, making a mental note to hire a glazier to replace the mirror.

You rang work and took a week's leave, effective immediately citing a family emergency (close enough).

You then rang Jan.

You were trying to vaguely explain the situation, when Jan interrupted.

“Y/n, i have to ask, has he relapsed?” Her voice was low, and uncharacteristically somber.

“Yes.” Your voice wavered.

“Oh y/n, darling, oh Kylo, oh what a shame, god he was just doing fantastically.” She lamented, “a horrible disease addiction, horrible!”

You didn’t know what to say, there was something so motherly about Jan, you felt an overwhelming surge of gratitude that Kylo had her in his life.

“Now don’t you worry about a thing here sweetheart, I will sort it all out- discreetly of course. You give Dr Ren my love won’t you, I'm so glad he has you y/n, so glad, god I have lost sleep over that damn boy” there was a fondness in her voice that sugested she cared about Kylo, very much.

Ending the call you felt better, at least some things were in order, amidst the chaos.

You hardly remember driving home, your mind running 100 miles a second.

You opened the front door to the smell of coffee.

Luke looked up as you walked into the kitchen, “I hope you don’t mind, I started a pot” he nodded at the coffee brewing in the French press.

“Not at all. How is he?” You walked to the door of your bedroom and peaked in. A large Kylo shaped mound was in your bed, still.

“He woke briefly, I talked to him a little, he was still high but asked after you. Sleeping again now. He is going to feel like hell the next few days, but let’s talk about that over coffee.”

“I’m going to need sugar, cake?” You asked, opening the cupboard.

“I never turn down cake.” Luke smiled.

You cut generous slices of cake and settled at the kitchen table with mugs of coffee.

“How long...ah, I assume you are romantically involved?” Luke asked, looking a bit embarrassed.

You sighed, “it’s creeping up to a year, we haven’t really been anything serious though, looks like it was heading that way recently.”

“Ah.” Luke nodded, as if things made sense to him now.

“Why do you ask?”

“Kylo holds a belief that everyone or anything precious to him will leave him or be taken from him. He is a skilled self-saboteur” He mused before sipping his coffee. “I was wondering if anything major had happened….”

“Is this to do with his parents?” You asked.

“Without a doubt, without a doubt.” Luke nodded, “such a sad state of affairs.”

You talked for a good hour, draining a few cups of coffee each. Luke ran you through the symptoms you should expect over the next week. It sounded horrible.

Luke said he would come by and collect him in 2 days for the next meeting. You learnt they had met at an NA group and become unlikely friends. .

You saw Luke off with a hug and a torrent of thanks.

You sat on the bed next to Kylo’s sleeping form and tried to read, eventually nodding off.

You woke to a low groan.

Kylo was rousing. He was coated in a layer of sweat and made a heart-wrenching whimpering noise.

“Kylo, it’s ok, I’m here.” You soothed, stroking his hair.

“Y/n?” He croaked, half opening his eyes.

Your eyes filled with tears, “yeah baby, it’s ok.”

“Can you- I need-” he looked toward the bathroom desperately.

“I’ll help you.” You clambered off the bed, going over to the side he was on and pulled back the covers.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, he shivered.

“Oh god, ok, let’s get you in the bathroom baby, I’ll run you a bath too.”

You helped him up, and did your best to support him as he walked, like he had drunk a bottle of vodka, to the bathroom.

He promptly threw up in the toilet.

You held his hair out of the way, rubbing circles on his back as he heaved, emptying his stomach.

You began running the bath, before getting a bottle of water from the fridge.

His hands shook violently as he sloshed some into his mouth.

When his urge to vomit subsided he slouched against the wall, closing his eyes.

When the bath was full you peeled Kylo’s clothes off and unwrapped the bandage Luke had used to cover his bloody knuckles before helping him into the warm water. He didn’t protest to any of your help, like you expected him to, he was silent, unable to meet your eyes. Defeated.

He sat in the bath, head hung. When you fetched a cloth and gently wiped his back he began to sob.

You felt like someone had taken to your heart with a hammer.

“Kylo.” Your voice cracked, “it’s going to be ok.”

You were knelt beside the tub helplessly as he cradled his head in his hands, body shaking with emotion.

Tears ran down your face. You didn’t know what else to do, so you stripped off your clothes and climbed in behind him. You wrapped your body around him as best you could, resting your forehead on his back.

“Shhhhhhh, It’s ok, it’s ok, I got you, it’s ok.” You repeated softly until his gasping sobs subsided.

“I’m sorry.” He croaked. “I’m so-”

“Baby, don’t, it’s ok, it’s all ok. Let’s just get you sorted out for now ok?” You pressed a kiss on his spine before getting out of the bath and fetching him some sleep clothes, quickly stripping and remaking the bed.

Once he was clean, dry and in bed, you had a shower before crawling in beside him and taking his hand as he snored softly.

—

You woke the next to Kylo sitting up in bed next to you, gazing at you.

“Hi.” You said softly.

He managed a sad, half hearted smile, looking like death warmed up. Dark circles under his eyes, skin devoid of warmth and eyes bloodshot.

“How do you feel?” you asked.

“Like shit. Predictably, which I deserve.”

You sat up and took his hand, gently examining his injured knuckles.

“If you were trying to scare me off, this was a noble effort.” You smiled weakly. “Although I’m afraid you only succeeded in giving me some grey hairs.”

You looked at him, his brow furrowed, “you have every right to cut me out of your life.”

“Well, I would never.”

“You should.” He cast his eyes down.

“Why?”

“I’m a piece of shit junkie for a start.” His voice was heavy with self loathing.

“Kylo no-” you tried.

“I am, you’d do well to run for the fucking hills.”

“Well I won’t.” You snapped, dropping his hand with a scowl.

He looked at you, slightly shocked.

“For someone so smart, you sure are thick!” You felt hot tears run down your face. “Because I love you, you big, beautiful idiot, I’m deeply, irreversibly in love with you.”

Kylo looked like you had slapped him in the face, mouth hung slightly open.

“I know this didn’t start as-” you began, in a panic.

He pulled your body into his in one quick movement, his grip tight, he cradled you, pressing his own, now damp cheek to your forehead.

“I fucking love you so much.” He choked.

The dam broke, you burst into tears. Heaving sobs into his chest. He rocked you.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” He repeated, over and over.

“I thought-.. i thought i-.. i had lost you.” you sobbed into his chest.

You stayed there, clutching each other for a long time, safe in the knowledge that your feelings were reciprocated, that you didn’t have to endure a heartbreak.

Luke came the next day, they went to an NA meeting, you cooked dinner while they were out, glad to have a menial task to focus on.

Luke stayed long after dinner, talking with Kylo in your living room, you busied yourself doing other things, laundry, dishes, anything to give them time together.

“I knew soon after i met her, she was my person, you know? I’ve never felt...so alive around someone before” you heard Kylo confide in Luke.

You paused, feeling guilty for eavesdropping.

“Don’t you let her go boy, anyone who doesn’t bolt in a time like this is worth their weight in gold. Y/n has you back. My first wife dropped me like a hot potato when she found out i was using.”

“I just don’t feel like I deserve her.”

“You can’t keep punishing yourself like this Kylo. Have you thought about therapy, if not for your sake, for hers?”

Kylo sighed, “I have connections enough to find a therapist.”

“Please consider it, therapy has kept me clean for 20 years and you know what, if you want to make a life with y/n i would say it is a damn necessity.”

“You’re right, it’s just…”

“I know it’s hard, it’s painful, but god, it’s worth it, and you have a beautiful woman willing to stick this out with you. You are a lucky son of a bitch.” Luke laughed.

With Luke’s help you got Kylo through the week, his color finally came back and the symptoms of withdrawals slowly eased.

Luke ferried him off to NA meetings and therapist appointments almost daily. He insisted, saying you needed time to relax.

Kylo came back from long therapy sessions looking wrung out, his eyes often puffy.

“I’ve never cried so much in my life.” he had mumbled, laying on the couch, his head in your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair.

You both took another week off.

Jan came over at your invitation and promptly burst into tears when she saw Kylo, batting him over the head then giving him a fierce hug.

Your own eyes teared up, but you laughed at the look of bewilderment on Kylo’s face as he patted her back awkwardly.

“You really hit the jackpot with this one Kylo, i don’t know what i would have done without y/n last week - my god!” she sniffed, dabbing her eyes before hugging you with the same enthusiasm. You winked at Kylo over her shoulder. He mouthed “brat”.

“You’ll give her a big head Jan.” he teased.

Jan spun around, and Kylo, bless him, looked slightly fearful.

“Now listen here you! I may not be your mother, but you are damn near like a son to me and i swear to god i have been praying for someone like y/n to come along for you! You treat her like a damn Queen or you’ll have me to answer to! You hear?!” She had her hands on her hips.

Kylo held up his hands, “Yes ma'am!”

You were snickering as Jan batted him around the head again.

Kylo was slowly returning to the one you knew, you loved.

You fell into an easy routine of domesticity. Enjoying the simple things like cooking for Kylo, reading in bed together before falling asleep and drinking coffee in the morning sun.

You were taking long walks together daily, around the city and you had been showing him all your favorite galleries, talking him through the art. He would gaze at you as you talked, like you had hung the moon.

You hadn’t been intimate since…. the event, for obvious reasons.

But today, today he was handsy. The little smack on your ass when you handed him a coffee. The graze of his fingers over your stomach and the gentle kiss on your neck as you cooked dinner.

“You must be feeling better.” You teased, his hand creeping under your shirt as you watched tv together.

He hummed in agreement, with that smirk you so adored, “I’ve missed my partner's body.”

You raised your eyebrows with a smile, “partner huh? I like that.”

He smiled, hand continuing to roam.

“I’m gonna take a shower then I’ll meet you in bed?” You asked hopefully.

“I’ll be waiting, Kitten.”

He smacked your ass as you clambered off the sofa.

When you walked back into the bedroom, naked, he was sitting up, reading, and stilled when he looked up.

“Come here.” His voice husky as he blindly placed the book down.

You sauntered over, swaying your hips with a grin.

“Little devil.” He pushed the sheets down revealing his half hard cock, “come sit on my lap Kitten.”

There he was, your man.

You eagerly climbed up and onto his thighs, you were already wet from sheer anticipation.

He took your face in his hands, sucking your bottom lip gently and smiling against your mouth at the little moan you uttered.

Your hands became lost in his hair as you kissed. He became fully hard beneath you, your hips moving to drag your pussy along his length.

“God Kitten, I've missed this.” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours as you reached down and positioned his cock.

You gasped softly in unison as you slid down onto him, your lips meeting again as you began to roll your hips slowly.

Kylo’s lips traveled along your jaw and down your neck, planting sweet kisses, while his hands explored your body. One rested on your ass, squeezing your flesh gently, the other on your breast, fingers tweaking your nipple.

“Let me do the work now.” he said softly, before rolling you both so you were beneath him. You spread your legs wide and pulled them up to your torso so he could bury himself as deep as possible.

You hummed happily when he took your nipple in his mouth, tongue flicking and swirling.

He used one hand to hold his weight off your body, the other cupped your face, his thumb grazing your lips as little whimpers of pleasure tumbled from them. Your tongue darted out, mouth opening in invitation. He pushed his thumb in and you sucked as his hips moved a bit faster.

“Look at you.” voice tinged with awe and adoration. You met his gaze, pulling his thumb from your mouth.

“I love you, baby” you breathed, “so much.”

You swore his eyes got a little misty as he gave a happy groan, pressing himself as close to you as possible, head burrowing into your neck.

“Y/n,” he murmured, “god i- you’re-”

You moaned as he moved, just so, finding your g-spot.

��I want to do everything with you, only you.” he panted.

“Everything?”

“Mmmmmph, make you my-....wife, prettylittlewife.”

You gasped, moaning happily.

He growled in your ear, “You like that? Fuck- how about i put it baby in that belly, Kitten?”

You whimpered, arching your back at his cock pounded your g-spot, his words of such devotion fueling the fire in your abdomen.

“Yeeeeesssss, fuck- Kylo.”

He reached and began to rub your clit, the way he had learnt you liked.

“I love you.” he breathed, kissing your neck as you began to climax beneath him. You moaned loudly, clutching at him as you rode out your orgasm.

He thrust a few more times and came with a grunt as you raked your fingers through his hair.

When you were curled up together, on the precipice of sleep, he murmured “I meant what i said earlier y/n, about doing everything, you’re my person.”

Author note:

YOU MADE IT. IT IS ALL OK. I actually made myself cry while writing this chapter. I’m going to blame hormones, I'm such a soft bitch. I realise the whole dealing-with-kylos-addiction situation is not an accurate representation of how this would or should be handled in reality. Please take it for what it is. Fiction. Alright i am going to push publish now and go hide. Cheerio.

#mind the tags #mind the warnings #kylo ren au #kylo ren x reader #kitten

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yellowhearther0 · 4 years ago

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this au is my idea plz keep this in mind!

the threats towards ranboo's position seem to no longer work, so he goes for what is most important to him now: tubbo

they start as plain nightmares; no actual harm done. but soon tubbo wakes up with aches and bruises from the daemons strings controlling him in his and ranboo's dreams.

one day, while ranboo rests until mid-day, tubbo is working in the fields of the village; working on the wheat and crops that most of the village lives on. ranboo's sleep is interrupted by the daemon himself. ranboo sees tubbo in his dream, restrained by green strings. the daemon is holding a string of neon green light to his throat- a blade, of some sorts. the daemon threatens ranboo. tubbo, through the dream, is conscious. he can see inside ranboo's dream through the real world. the other farmworkers are freaking out-- sure tubbo is possessed by some demon. he is bent in an unnatural position, and there are very dim, flickering figures in front of him and around him. ranboo's desperate pleas to free his friend are met with nothing, and the daemon ends tubbo's life right in front of him. in front of everyone.

(there's still more sad coming haha)

tubbo's body goes limp in the field and he collapses. the farm workers and village dissolve into chaos and hurriedly crowd around him. ranboo sits up in his bed in a cold sweat, hints of his phantasm form peaking through his disguise. he runs out the door- faster than he's ever run before. the closer he draws to tubbo, the more his disguise falters, until it is gone. By the time he reaches tubbo's body, he is fully a phantasm, and the crowd is horrified of ranboo. ranboo tries to reason with the village while holding tubbo's body, but the village gangs up on him, convinced HE killed tubbo. ranboo is forced to flee, dragging tubbo's body with him.

the village plans an attack on ranboo-- seeing as he made it pretty obvious which way he fled. they find ranboo in the woods, and they finish him off without remorse, all while he's holding tubbo's body. the daemon just watches from the shadows: smiling as always. phantasms cannot enter a limbo unless they die naturally. their souls are forced to wander if killed by the hands of humans or another entity. tubbo's soul is, too, because the daemon himself killed him. the two souls can now never meet again, and their now forced to float around, alone, without anyone to help them through it

As for the two brothers….

let's just say that wilbur was only staying with tommy all those years in order to,, get something from him. on behalf of his master, of course :)

3/3

WELL. DAMN OK

#tw death #major character death #long post #aards au #WHATVTHE FUCK!!!! WHAT THE FUCK !!!!!#sagittarius.txt

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thethrillof · 5 years ago

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Everybody Lives Nobody Dies AU for HK?

(this is p late, whoops)

hm! EVERYBODY is a big thing...

(yeah i know it usually means “everyone main-character related” but)

so: the infection kills, but it takes a very long time to get to that point. fucks up living bugs and revives the dead ones, sure, but not quite crosses the line, though nobody beyond the radiance realizes this. it’s still pretty awful!

the hollow knight ascends, the failed vessels are sealed away, and then it turns out the void is more mysterious than the pale king thought and the abyss is way bigger than he knew, and after a couple years, the vessels escape.

all of them. (well, the ones that want to.) the sheer surge of hope and (potential) safety was enough to rouse the Shades that barely formed to their broken masks to work again. they spill out into the ancient basin and overwhelm Everything, holy fuck.

nobody knows how to deal with this, the pale king least of all. the vessels barely care b/c they’re too busy looking at Everything, aside from the one that some may call ghost.

the white palace is guarded but there’s too much chaos, so they get in and steal hollow away. literally. hollow already knew obedience and didn’t want to leave, so while they didn’t struggle, ghost has to physically carry them out.

Hallownest is overwhelmed in Void, basically. void that only wants to look at all the cool new things and play, but still void, and the radiance basically freaks out and the infection goes...down. way down. people are still pretty miserable and their thoughts go off track to suddenly thinking about Light, but she’s trying desperately not to be noticed by all these things.

so now there’s a bunch of children everywhere. everywhere. spilling into deepnest, climbing through the city of tears, bouncing through the fungal wastes.

no reason for the dreamers to dream, this way.

herrah’s people simply accept several when the princess goes to play with them, and many are shown to have skill in climbing and learn patience quickly.

lurien watches them and ends up being attached when so many clearly fall in love with his city, and writes this in his many reports to the king. he doesn’t fully understand what they are--he was told they are dangerous, but not how, not enough to order to kill them.

(the pale king can’t just...do that on his own. it was one thing to leave them to die. awful, but he walked away, buried it literally and figuratively, as they were barely anything but could-have-beens, empty shells of children. but now, ordering his own citizens to smash them as they run around, playing, living? he can’t. he must. he can’t. so that’s all he does: tells them they are dangerous, to be wary. if they are killed, he tells himself, then that is his people’s choice, to decide what is needed with the minds they were given. and when they choose not to, it is not his place to interfere.)

monomon and quirrel save a few from falling into the acid around the canyon. they know more about vessels than most, of course, and monomon tries to corral them. this doesn’t work. a lot of things are broken before she managed to babyproof the archives, sort of, and she finds many of them are enchanted with her form--and even moreso, her words. she finds little apprentices, though most cannot speak back. she gets deeply attached despite herself, and quirrel was from the start.

ghost and hollow climb crystal peak. climbing is what they do best, after all. there are many miners around to assist, though they’re warned off of the more dangerous paths. they have no goal or reason beyond ghost wanting to. they end up resting there for a long time, and hollow learns to be sibling, not just a pure vessel.

the traitor lord is not a traitor. he finds his daughter and her lover when the Infection isn’t strong enough to do much more than increase emotion he already held. though he’s angered, love is an emotion too, and he loves his child. if this is what she must do to be happy...

tiso shows up in hallownest and then LEAVES because there are WAY TOO MANY KIDS HERE. he can deal with battles with terrible odds, but grubs are another thing.

the soul sanctum is overwhelmed, basically. vessels know soul, instinctively, and go to it, and when when the sentries go to follow, they find what they’re all planning and the nearly-dead bugs being sapped of soul and nope. no. everything is destroyed. no immortality for you, just a new playground for extremely hyper vessels

while vespa may still lose her life when she grows too big for the Hive, at least her time is long, and her people will not fall before she can find a successor. the gendered child comes to train, and she is surrounded by eager siblings.

hollow and ghost end up travelling down through dirtmouth, meeting many friendly faces who are already used to the odd children that pop up through the well, and to the howling cliffs. this helps hollow learn they are a person even more than only a sibling.

they somehow summon the grimm troupe, and no, they won’t do any ritual, they cannot dance, but they will pull the grimmchild into travelling with them. in fact, everyone.

hollow tells grimm, nervously, through sign and scraps of words drawn on the ground, that the pale king might want to know he’s there. ghost uses this as an opportunity to go down and look at hallownest again.

once they get to the white palace...the pale king greets them all. he is exhausted. he is bewildered. he is regretful. and he is so, so grateful that hollow lives. that his sacrifice was proven to be foolish and was undone.

something else. something else will cure his miserable-but-not-dying people. he swears it with hollow and ghost held in his arms.

#waiting-for-reason #hollow knight

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blackmaylovesfries · 5 years ago

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“Don’t touch my children!” - Taking him in

Asked: No

Words: 1510

Sinopse: Seventeen Hybrid AU - Yoon Jeonghan is a Scottish Fold cat, he hates being powerless. So Jeonghan had a hard time trusting her.

Notices: Mentions of sexual abuse (nothing explicit) and violence (not consummated). Language (the word ‘bitch’). Doyoon and Dongjin are 2 of the 4 that left Pledis before Seventeen debut, I didn’t see much of their personality and I just adapted them for entering the fic, I do not hate any of them!

BIRTHDAY POLL

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Jeonghan looked around the huge room the humans had guided they in. He didn’t liked the gray from outside but it seemed that the inside of the building was quite lively… Maybe too noise for him but he could deal with that long enough to him and Shua get out of there.

The humans from the called “Strike” team were kind but a little rough like just humans can be. The girl called Y/n was too all over the place for Jeonghan but he didn’t hate her. They had accommodated all the hybrid from his previous home in chairs in front of a small stage. He could see other hybrids peaking at them from the galeries on the superior floors.

There were quite a few looking at the sated hybrids but what called Jeonghan’s attention was the huge group that was staring at him and Joshua. The group seemed to include both feline and canine hybrids, Jeonghan could even identify some wild ones since some of them had the predator posture.

Joshua must have sensed that he was distracted since the younger cat grabbed his hand. Jeonghan looked at him and Shua indicated the girl on the stage. Jeonghan wasn’t listening before but now he could understand that she was talking something about them being save and needing to go under some medical procediments.

“They speak to us like we are human children or retarded.” Jeonghan rolled his eyes.

“Well… Some of us really can just understand things when putted like that.” Joshua shrugged. “Most important… They will make us let their doctors to touch us. I don’t know if I like that…” Jeonghan looked at his friend noticing his discomfort. He smiled and went back to study the huge group that was staring at them from the second floor.

“I see something quite interesting for us to play while we have to stay here.” His tone made Joshua look up too. His almost twin quickly found the object of his speech and opened a mischievous smile. Jeonghan didn’t knew why the group was so magnetic for his duo but seeing their reactions when he lifted his arm and waved did made him quite content.

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“Y/n! Jeonghan is being a bitch again!” Woozi entered your office whining like a baby, making you laugh before turning to him. Jeonghan and Joshua were at the center for almost 3 months already. They had hit it off with your hybrids since Day 1. Well… At least that was what you though.

“What did he do this time? Woke you from your nap again?” You saw the duo’s mischief and pranks as a sign of love or at least of interest. Mainly Jeonghan, since he was quite vocal about what he liked and what he despises. The Scottish Fold hybrid was really sticky with your younger hybrids so, when he wasn’t sleeping somewhere random, he was playing or irritating the others.

“If you know that he will do it again and again, why don’t you nag at him so he is forced to stop?” Angry Jihoon was cute. You shrugged.

“For the same reason you came to complain to me and not to him.” Your smile was little. You were tired. That was a hard and full day in the office since The8 had being making more trouble around the near city. You couldn’t say you were 100% on the conversation.

“Weird time to respect your elders, Y/n.” His voice was a little acid. “As a punishment, I’ll nap here.” You laughed again and nodded, seeing him get comfortable in the sofa. Jihoon sighed, it wasn’t a bed but at least he could sleep all he wanted there.

You went back to your documents but part of your mind went to the hybrid that caused Woozi’s visit. Although Jeonghan was polite, he clearly didn’t like to be near you. Every time you had a free moment and went to play with your hybrids, he would excuse himself and just observe from some distant seat. That’s why you had never seen how he was with the boys when you weren’t near.

Until one day… You were with a huge headache, having just returned from a mission that almost went wrong. You were ready to pick up the boys and run a bubble bath for you in your house. You definitely weren’t expecting to see the center in chaos. There were screaming everywhere and you and your team had to shoot some wild type hybrids for them to calm down.

“What happened here?!” You shout to Namjoon when he arrived at your side.

“There was a fight just moments before you arrive. Two hybrids had a argument and turned violent. The team responsible for the security was going to separate them when another one came and pushed both of them from the gallery.” You were in shock.

“The ones fighting fell from two floors. Then my team arrived but for a reason Jin is investigating the hybrid who pushed started to go berserk when he saw the two on the ground and fought with everyone who approached him before falling unconscious.”

“The results?” BamBam asked. You also were really worried. Hybrids going crazy and letting their animal irracional side take over was quite scary and common, so the situation made more sense for you and your team.

“All 3 hybrids involved are unconscious at the medical area, the one that pushed is in a privative room since we don’t know in what state he will wake. There were 3 securities that are also at the medical bay and the 11 hybrids who tried to help are waiting for you in your office.” The doctor couldn’t help but roll his eyes. The news made the whole Strike team a little dizzy.

“Youngjae, Yugyeom and Jinyoung, you 3 go to where the hybrids fell. Make sure that everything is okay and that everyone who are in shock or had a trigger is guided to the psychological area.” They nodded and went away. “Jackson and Bam, you 2 are responsible to give all the support necessary for Jin’s team when the hybrid wakes up.” More nods and there they went.

“I’ll talk with the security, make arrangement to the area of the accident and see what they need.” JB said. Your turn to nod.

“Mark, you go to the medical bay with Namjoon. See how the victims are doing and report to me as soon as something happen.” Both Namjoon and Mark agreed. You sighed “I’ll go and see the hybrids at the office…” You already imagine who they were. Of course you were hoping that you were wrong. But the universe didn’t liked you that much.

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“He didn’t move since I arrived. If you want you can go home and I call you when he wakes up.” Jeonghan heard some voices near him. One was a male raspy one and the other seemed to be a girly strong one.

“If I don’t return with good news, the boys will kill me even before I get to the door.” He heard a sigh. “Did Doyoon said why he went berserk?”

“Yeah, he explained to Jin that he was triggered by something Dongjin said while fighting Jeonghan. He is okay now but doesn’t remember anything and Jin placed him under medication for at least a month to ensure the safety of everyone.” When he heard his name, Jeonghan could identify the girl and opened his eyes slowly.

“Oh! He’s awake!” She screamed and jumped on his bed. “How are you feeling?” Jeonghan groaned.

“Like I died.”

“Well… You were pretty close.” The human smiled at him. “Can you tell us what happened before and during the fight? The others didn’t want to talk about it.” Jeonghan frowned when suddenly the reason why he fought came to his mind.

“Do you love the hybrids you have adopted?” Hearing the weird question, the Y/n girl nodded. Jeonghan felt the anger get stronger. “So why the hell do I need to be the one to defend them?! Why weren’t you here to take care of them and stop them from being bullied? Huh?!” He was almost screaming. Although he was usually quite calm, the hybrid from the fight had said some obscenities about Hoshi and his past.

Y/n also seemed surprised by his anger. She understood the general situation and accepted Jeonghan’s words. She also was quite taken aback because she knew that he liked her boys but she didn’t expected it to be this strong. Also being unexpected, the girl smiled.

“You are right.” Her tone was humble and low. “I can’t take care of them. Not alone and not all the time with the job I have. You were a hero today.” She looked at his eyes. “How about you also come and help me? Let me adopt you so you can help me keeping them safe.” Jeonghan’s eyes were still burning.

“I’ll go under the same conditions from the brothel.” The human smiled again.

“Deal.”

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paulieshore · 5 years ago

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Obey Me / SCM Au Series

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· Voltage: Star Crossed Myth

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Mc is Y/N Aka Goldie. I’ve set gender as female, may gender bend if you please. ENJOY! Will try to upload regularly.

Chapter 2: Destiny

It felt as though you were floating for years, endless stars cascaded. Drifting and whirling around you, no pain, no thoughts, nothing.

The view was mesmerising; bright colours of yellow, pink, orange and blues.

Down below you glimpsed another body floating by.

Is that me?

Am I dead?

As you observed yourself, it couldn’t help but be noticed how much skinnier you’d become. How pale and broken your face looked, I really am dead, aren’t I?

“No child, not yet. You are sick, rest…”

“rest….”

“rest…”

The crowned ones’ voice; his tone soothing the anxiety in your mind, pushing you to the edge of blissful slumber.

Slowly you opened your eyes, met with an unfamiliar ceiling. This wasn’t your room, or any room in the House of Lamentation. You couldn’t move your body, eyes just fluttering.

“Y/N, your awake finally.” Simeon’s voice sounds nearby.

You try to lick your dry lips, “Wh-where am I?” in almost a whisper.

“The House of Gods. Its actually here in the human realm, I will explain later” Simeon gently sits next to your unmoving body “rest my friend, you need too.” As he tucks the sides of the blanket beneath.

From the corner of your eyes, you caught that blue haired one, rise from a seat furthest from you and leave.

Who is he?

You don’t know how long you’d been lying there, the only ones you’d seen in the time was Simeon and Luke. Occasionally catching a glance of that quiet one peeping in and out. He never spoke to you, always on looking with such sadness in his eyes.

Until one day, you had most of your strength back, and really needed a pee.

Simeon and Luke hadn’t come by yet, there was no bathroom that you could see inside this strangely well organised room. You sat up and admired everything around. Books, Satan would have a field day in here you thought to yourself. The floor around the bottom of the bed was surrounded by water, like a mote around a castle. Soft browns and blue, the occasional brass vases near the walls filled with books. There was no carpet in this room, but blue tiles, reminded you of the blue haired one. All of it familiar and yet not.

Funny enough as you thought that, he walked in.

“Ah… Your fully awake now, that’s good. Didn’t mean to barge in, I’m sorry” He slightly bows to you.

“I-it’s quite alright, I get the feeling as though this might actually be your room” you nervously laugh.

His eye brow rises slightly, “do you remember?”

A fleeting look of confusion crosses your face, and you shake your head.

“Never mind then, I have some more medicine here for you. Please take this, its probably best if you didn’t touch anything in here or wonder outside of this room.” He gracefully walks over the water surrounding the bed and places the vile of liquids next to you. “We will accommodate you with your own room soon.”

“I, uh, I’m sorry. This may be too much, but I really need to, ya know….” You reach out to stop him from leaving.

“Uh, of course, your human now so it can’t be help. If you can walk then follow me, I will direct you to the lavatory.” Luckily for you he spared you the embarrassment of having to fully state it.

He stayed quiet most of the walk, and waited for you outside the washroom. This place was ginormous, much bigger than the house with the brothers. You stepped out of the washroom, and bowed your head to him “Thank you for waiting, I’m done now.”

“Clearly.” He turns and makes his way back from where you two started from.

…

“I’m sorry but, do we like, know each other?” You try to catch a peak at his face.

He glances down to the right, “No, we don’t. How could we. I am a god; you are a human.”

You stopped in your tracks. “God?”

His pace slowed to a stop and he turned to face you, “Yes, god. I am Huedaut, God of Aquarius.” He says deadpan.

That’s right the crowned one had said so himself; you thought back, “So tell me Mr. God sir-“

“it’s Huedaut, you may just call me that.” Cutting you off and striding back towards the room.

This guy, he’s nearly as bad as Lucifer. You roll your eyes inwards, just as you caught up to Huedaut, you heard other voices approaching.

“Hue, I see your walking Goldie! Hiya Goldie, how ya doing?” The soft brown haired one runs up and pets the top of your head.

“I’m not some kind of pet, don’t pat me like one!” You snap.

“Yikes, this one looks cute and playful but she’s a biter!!” He laughs and hides behind the other one with brown hair and hazel eyes. They were both wearing the same type of uniform, unlike Huedaut’s, their uniforms had black.

The short brown haired one offered his gloved hand, “I’m Dui, God of Gemini, and this playful one hiding here is Ichthys, God of Pisces. Welcome.” His cheeks tinted pink as he dipped his head, shaking your hand.

“Y/N, my name is Y/N, not Goldie.” You firmly shake and glare at the one called Ichthys.

He gives you a mischievous grin, “You’re going to be fun to play with.”

“Why would you want to dirty yourself playing with filth!” Another voice approached.

You turned around and remembered this one, briefly recalling his name was… Scorpy?

“Scorpy, is it?” You ask unsure, gesturing your hand out to shake.

Everyone freezes, Scorpio looks at your offered hand in disgust, Ichthys breaks into a roaring laugh.

“NO, listen here stupid woman. I am a God, God of Scorpio; You dare insult me?!” You felt your body begin to tremble with every word that left his mouth.

“Ha, ha Scorpy, see I told you it would stick” Ichthys holding his gut still laughing.

“I’m going to kill you, you brat!” Scorpio goes to grab Ichthys, missing him.

Ichthys laughs some more and sprints away, Scorpio tailing not too far behind.

“Please don’t think poorly of Scorpio, he is respected among all the gods. Diligent, determined and hardworking, that’s why he’s the Vice Minister of the Department of Punishments.” Dui says with a look of admiration.

Department of what now?

Huedaut gently grabs your shoulder and leads you back to his room, “You need to rest, no more for now.” He opens the door and lightly pushes you in, shutting it once your inside.

What the what….

Demons, Angels, Witches, Strange evil dark dude and now gods… Just when you thought you were getting a grip of reality, things just piled more and more.

Hold on a second, how long have I been here?!?!

Back in Devildom around a table in Diavolo’s castle-

“Y/N is making a slow recovery; the King is adamant she is not to return. He also advises you to send Solomon back to the human world and end this ‘program’ of yours” Simeon sips the tea before him “I’m sorry it has come to this.”

Lucifer shifts in his seat, “who is he to declare anything over anyone here, and advise Diavolo on the things that happen in his kingdom. Kivy is King of the Celestial Realm, not of Devildom!”

A hand is placed on Lucifer’s forearm “Thank you, Lucifer, for your support. However; considering what has transpired a fort night ago, it may not be wise to tempt destiny. The seal that imprisoned the Dark King has been broken, and I suspect the others will feel his presence regaining. Devildom may not be as safe as it once was.” Diavolo rubs his temples in slight annoyance.

“Indeed, darker forces are brewing once again. We can not afford any liabilities at this point.” Barbatos nods his head in agreement, next to Diavolo.

“I told you from the start this would fail, there is a reason why there are three realms now. The old days are long since gone.” Luke barks out.

“Be calm Luke, we should thank Diavolo for the thought. Its not everyday demons wish for a more peaceful path.” Says the one sat between Simeon and Luke.

“Karno, God of Cancer; I thank you for coming all this way. Please do take care of Y/N, she has become quite special to all of us here.” Diavolo slightly bows his head, to the one called Karno.

“It is my job as Vice Minister of Wishes to delegate in political matters, as well as granting wishes to those who are deserving of its reward. It is the least I can do.” Karno bows his head back to the prince. “I have always watched over her growing up, I will continue doing so.”

“I wonder why it is you here and not the Minister, himself…” Lucifer mocks.

Karno smiles kindly “Leon is very busy, and with recent events he is needed elsewhere. I hope we have not offended any of you, as vice minister my presence alone is appropriate. You of all people should know this Lucifer.”

Lucifer said nothing, he stood from his chair, bowed to Diavolo and took his leave.

“I see he has not changed.” Karno says with a sigh. “He may be the avatar of Pride, but if he does not let go of the past, pride will be his demise.”

“Same can be said about Leon though, no?” Luke leans over and whispers to Karno.

Back at the House of Gods –

You were getting acquainted with more of the gods, “Okay so let me get this straight. Department of wishes- grants wishes to humans who wish upon stars, and you guys punish humans?”

“Yes, that’s it, well done Goldie!” Teorus claps his hands and beams his prince charming smile.

Rolling your eyes, “…. and angels are like you, except created as servants to serve the gods?” You looked over to Huedaut.

“Yes, I guess you can say that. Angels deal with the underworld politics and the guarding and passing of mortal souls, reporting back to us with more sensitive priorities. We as gods only intervene on the basis of chaos. In simpler terms, war. When the world is on a brink of unbalanced crisis, too much of one thing isn’t a good thing.” He finishes not looking up from the report he was reading.

You began pinching yourself to triple check you hadn’t fallen asleep again.

Ichthys pats your shoulder “It’s true cutie, you’re not dreaming. I mean you’ve been living with demons for a while now. Some who were previously angels themselves, might I point out; yet you doubt us?” giving you a pouty lip.

“No, no, sorry it’s just, I mean… I’m still taking everything in. I feel way in over my head is all…” You deny with a look of guilt.

“Typical for a mere mortal, nothing but ants beneath our boots. Must be nice to be so air headed, no care in the world” A strong voice rings through the common area following a gust of wind. Entering with it; a tall man with a powerful aura clinging to him like second skin, and a smug yet very alluring face.

“Ah Leon, you’ve returned.” Huedaut closes his report and makes his way to him.

You’d been awake for 3 days, and were introduced to some of the gods. There was a total of 13 that you were told about, 12 who came here sometimes from the Celestial realm to work. So far you had met 6 (now 7), one (Scorpio) who made it obviously clear he didn’t like you at all. The ‘crowned one’ you called, was the King. King Kivy of the Heavens aka Paradise aka Celestial Realm.

Leon’s piercing stare sent shivers down your spine; you didn’t even need to be within his reach. You could feel his power, this one must be very strong, his stare alone reminded you that of a predator.

“Goldie, this is the Minister of the Department of Wishes, Leon, God of Leo!” Teorus taunts a bow towards his superior.

“If you’ve all had your fun toying with this thing here, why don’t you go and start doing your jobs.” He then snaps his fingers and a chew toy appears. “Here you go, that should keep you entertained.” Tossing the toy in front of you before turning and leaving with Huedaut.

You were fuming!

They may be gods, but the audacity of some of them, not even the boys back in devildom treated you with such manner. Made you wonder if some of these lot were the real demons.

“Relax Y/N, Leon’s always like this. Not many can challenge him, next to the king. Leon is one of the strongest in the heavens.” Ichthys picks up the toy at your feet.

“Wow, and look at you! Looks like you know how to use my name!” Didn’t mean to come off as rude, but the tone of your voice was less then amused.

Ichthys rubbed the back of his neck, “Well next to Zyg, Leon, and Scorpy your moody face is quite scary too, ha-ha.” Waving the toy at you.

Back in the House of Lamentation –

Lucifer had announced at the dining table that you would not be returning to devildom in the near future.

“WHAT!?! Y/N is like family now, they can’t just take her from us!” Mammon practically throwing a tantrum over the news.

Every-one had such sullen looks on their faces, no one even touching their food. Not even Beel.

“I disagree and agree” Satan declares, “considering what’s happened it is for her best interest. However, should she not be allowed the choice herself. It’s her life, where have they been the last year for her? We’ve been watching out for her, kind of feels like they’re saying were not good no, strong enough to protect her.” Slamming his hand down on the table, shaking everything on it.

“Yea! She’s our Y/N, who do those bastards think they are!” Mammon pacing back and forth before abruptly stopping to join the bashing.

“Idiot, Gods obviously” Asmo frowns at Mammon. “Duh!”

Lucifer stands from his seat, “As much as I agree with you, its hard for me to admit this but…” He swallows hard.

Everyone looks at Lucifer more than curious.

What he says next stuns everyone.

“We failed to protect her again, how many times do we have to fall in order to get one thing right. I like Y/N, I really do, but if Diavolo voices his resolve… Then that’s it.” He closes his eyes, remembering you the morning of the trip.

Dashing about your room, which was an utter disaster. Like many things when it came to you, but your eyes shined bright, twinkling. Your goofy smile popping up in his mind every time he entered the home, never before did he have such thoughts. Since you came to them, you brought with you; chaos. In a good sense, a feeling of belonging, of home. These late days without you around felt lonely, something none of them have ever really felt, or dared to admit anyways.

Belphie, “He’s back though, and he’ll be wanting her dead. Face it, it took everything, everyone had to subdue him then…. This time he’s had time, he’s had a lot of time. They’ll be a war no doubt.” He looked to Beel with worry.

“She has no idea, does she?” Beel looked down at his untouched food in thought. He had no appetite of late.

“N-no, but I’m sure they’ll tell her. They’ll t-tell her everything…. W-what do you th-think she’ll think of us then…” Levi choked out, looking to Lucifer for answers.

“I don’t know.” He turned around and gripped the back of the chair. “I really… don’t… know.”

Back at the House of Gods –

You were sitting in a room that they cleared for you. It was made very clear that you would be staying here until told otherwise. You asked how the others were doing, not to your surprise they didn’t say anything. Only telling you they were demons, filthiest of the filth. You didn’t like them bashing your friends, they were kind enough to you, you had no quarrel with them. So, you stopped bringing them up, you didn’t want them saying hurtful things about them.

It made you believe in Diavolo’s exchange program now more then ever. You didn’t want to judge anybody by what they were, but rather by who they were. How they treated you and others, judge them by the actions, not their race. Always choose kindness, you reminded yourself.

Sitting on the bed, playing with the D.D.D in your hand. It had stopped working since leaving Devildom, not that you expected it to work. How you wished you could contact them; see how they were doing.

Just then, a knock at your door.

You got up from the bed and cracked open the door, “Yes?”

There was another one outside your door, wearing a wishing department uniform, with a red tie. This one looked awfully familiar, you’d definitely seen him before.. Or perhaps they all just seemed similar in appearance, maybe its the uniforms.

“Hi Y/N I do apologise for bothering you. My names Karno, I’m the Vice Minister of Wishes. May I come in?” He gave you a kind smile, his eyes reflecting compassion.

Opening the door wider “Of course, please do come in. Its nice to meet you sir, um is everything alright?”

“That’s what I’ve come to find out and you do not need to be so formal with me.” He enters the room with soft steps “You see you made a wish; I’ve come to grant it.” striding across the room, claiming the seat at the desk. He crossed one leg over the other and knitted his hands together on his lap.

You were watching him carefully, you must know this one from some where.. He just seems… Ah shit he said something, focus…

“A wish? I don’t recall making a wish.” scratching your head.

He gave a belly filled chuckle, “You did just moments ago” he pulled out a folder from within his suit “usually normal humans wish upon a star and we receive their wishes. However, you are a reincarnated goddess, so simply wishing is enough for myself and Leon to hear.”

You remembered the dark one calling you a ‘former goddess’ but from what you were aware, you were Lilith’s reincarnated soul – descendent thing- and she was an angel. Right…

Karna could see the suspicion growing on your face, “Look I understand this must all be very confusing, in time you will find all the answers you’re looking for. For now, you wish to contact the demon brothers no?”

Your face lit up, nodding your head up and down vigorously, “Yes, oh yes I do, please!”

“Unfortunately, I cannot grant that, the king forbids it. Alternatively, you may write them a letter and I can have Simeon deliver it on your behalf.” Karno says sympathetically. “Though I must warn you, even if they write back. There are certain powers around this mansion that forbid anything demonic in, so there is no guarantee. Also; if it’s not too bold of me to say, what makes you think they care?” Karno wanted to test you. He had found it rather peculiar that Diavolo stated you were special to all of them, he wanted to know why.

Was it your connection to Lillith? How much did you know exactly? What all did they tell you, or didn’t tell you. Or did they simply care about you, as you are now. Did they care like the way he cared about you; you’d seemed to have grown up a lot since he’d last saw you.

You had a feeling bringing them up would bring some sort of an opinion, but you didn’t care. You had grown fond of each of them, even if they didn’t write back, you WERE going to write to them.

“I don’t care if they write back or not is what I want to say. Truthfully, all I care about, is letting them know I’m alright. Letting them know I’m thinking about them. Reminding Mammon to stay out of trouble and that he’s not an idiot, telling Asmo it doesn’t matter what he wears, he always looks good. Telling Levi to stock enough snacks, and telling him I’m sorry I can’t aid him on his gaming adventures…” Tears began to fall “Making sure Beel is eating as much as he needs, that Belphie has the comfiest pillows while he naps. Satan isn’t disturbed while he reads and studies and Lucifer isn’t trying to kill them for driving him nuts.” By now you had a steady stream of tears.

Karno stood up from the chair and handed you a tissue “Very well, I will go and pass your message along…”

“I didn’t write anything?” You looked at him through red eyes.

He snapped his fingers and behold, a letter with word for word writing on it “There’s no need to, please rest. I will personally deliver this for you.” He bowed and left you alone.

As he closed the door, the corner of his lips curled up.

So that’s why, he thought…

To Be Continued…

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why hello again amore!! 💌🌺✨ today was so so long and exhausting, i'm very grateful that i can finally unwind with you and rest!! hopefully your day was calmer and more relaxing hehe 💞 also, it's okay to take breaks from completing requests deary!! everyone needs a day to take it easy once in a while 💖 (1/8)

"before i tell about how my brother's university move-in day went,, i truly must say that i adore that mafia submission!! those picrews were so pretty (especially your's 😘) and i couldn't stop rereading those headcannons!! oh my stars, they were so cute!!! i couldn't stop smiling, quinn also saw them apparently and wouldn't stop texting me about how she wishes they were real ahaha 😖 thank you so much for all of that hard work you put in op, i really enjoyed it!! you all are so creative 🌸 (2/8)

if i'm being completely honest, i'm a sucker for mafia related stuff/au/ect,, ive always been fascinated with its history and such, mostly because many of my distant ancestors were members of the sicilian mafia (la cosa nostra) that's actually one of the reasons why lots of my family immigrated here, to escape from the mafia itself,, (3/8)

it's interesting to hear the stories passed down through my family of how they lived, died, we're arrested, all that jazz. i would never join the mafia myself (its way too far out of my moral compass!) but i enjoy learning more about my familial history! 🌹though,, if you join the mafia its a different story, of course i'd go with you~ 💗 (4/8)

now then, aside from that,, today was full of chaos,, i had to wake up super early,, to the point where i had no clue what was going on hehehe,, so according to my siblings, my dad had to carry me to the car since i was that sleepy 😖❤ then we drove for over an hour to the university, got some breakfast, and waited for an hour to get into the apartment complex 😅 (5/8)

most of the day was spent bringing stuff into his bedroom and organizing the entire place, but we also got to go shopping and eat lunch together! it was lots and lots of work,, oh, and i found out that one of his roommates brought a kitten to live with them, he was so so so tiny and adorable!! (6/8)

i also got to listen to music with my brother and we messed around a bunch,, when we finally had to leave, i gave him the card i made, and he smiled at the envelope (i decorated it with stars and smiley faces hehe!) i don't know if he has opened it yet, but i hope he likes it!! going home was a bittersweet feeling, but i know he'll come visit soon enough ✨ (7/8)

ah mamma mia,, i feel exhausted!! i should probably rest now, make sure to get some good sleep during the day honeybun~! goodnight morgy dear, see you tomorrow 💋 - lots, lots, lots of love! waifu xoxo 💌💘💌💘💌💘 ps: oh darling, of course i'd love to drive around with you, listening to our favorite music of course 💗 (8/8)"

Unfortunately my day was kinda dreadful and also stressful but then again that aint anything new🤡🤡🤡 its good to hear u had things to do tho...moving out is never easy but at least ur bro liked the card 👁️👁️

Also im almost not even surprised to hear u have mafia ascensors i mean....ur family seems so huge and full of history its amazing really and i totally agree i too am lowkey fascinated by mafia history and all of that jazz, and to say you'd join it if I were to join it?? Im FLATTERED dear that's peak fuckin romance right there😳😳😩😩

And im tellin u...someday on god i will drive u around as we listen to absolute b a n g e r s 💜👀

#tbh the family stuff is so fascinating #meanwhile mine is like boring ass unstable ppl left and right JDYCHDDJ #the confessional

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yoongi-sugaglider · 5 years ago

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Daegu Quarantine

Jungkook x reader

Gang/ zombie apocalypse au

Warnings:

Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?

Summary:

They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?

Word count:2423

Part 7===Part 8===Part 9

Chapter 8

The interior of the warehouse was utter chaos. Bodies scattered across the warehouse floor like fallen autumn leaves making way for winter.

I reached my hand towards Jungkook, seeking a moment of comfort in the warmth of his palm as we made our way towards the back rooms of our operations.

The front area had been designated as just that, a front. There had been a slew of workers, all tasked with packaging various types of cheap Chinese makeup from overseas distributors to be shipped out to stores all over the city. But our real business had taken up the offices that were tucked away down a maze of hallways at the back of the building.

I eyed the frosted glass panes of the office doors we passed, many of which were shattered. I knew, or at least really hoped, that everyone had been sent home and that each one of those rooms was empty.

I’d finally let go of Jungkook’s hand, returning mine to the death grip I preferred on the side and handle of my piece. Glass crunched beneath our feet and I glanced down, shivering at the chill that flushed my skin at the brownish splatters and stains coating the floor.

I clicked my tongue as quietly as possible, drawing Kook’s attention to me as I nodded down. His eyes hardened as he spotted what I had. It seemed the blood was trailing in the same direction we were heading and the sight had Jungkook immediately straightening his spine.

I knew what this meant for him. Every person that worked for us, their families and personal lives, Jungkook knew them all. By name and face he’d committed them to memory because as he said ‘We wouldn’t be where we are today if it weren’t for the hard work of us and the people around us’.

Minhyuk and Sungjae were our overnight security guards. Tasked with ensuring the safety of our product as well as ensuring we were always on schedule with anything that didn’t get done during the day. They’d proven themselves trustworthy time and again and the idea that either of them was in trouble was almost as heartbreaking to the two of us as if our main crew of 8 were in danger.

I steeled myself as we came up to the last door of the hall. It’d been designated as Jungkook’s office and we knew that if the two of them would be anywhere it would be right behind that door.

Jungkook turned to me, weapon at the ready as he signaled for me to keep an eye down the hall behind us. I nodded, turning my back to him and extending my arms out and raising them to chest level as I scanned the area with my gun ready and safety off while Jungkook did his thing.

We both knew any noise would draw the attention of the things shuffling outside the walls. But he had no choice at this point.

“Minhyuk...Sungjae?” His harsh whisper echoed far less than I thought it would and mentally I sighed in relief. The sound of shuffling came from just behind the door and after a moment of silence a quiet voice whispered back through the closed door.

“Boss? That you?”

I almost lost it at the quiet sound of Minhyuk’s voice. Though it sounded choked and tired it was very much alive and before Jungkook could even react I’d pushed my way past him and up to the large frosted glass window.

“Minhyuk? Are you okay? What happened? Where’s Sungjae?”

The tattered remnants of a sob stopped my slew of whispered questions in their tracks. I pulled back from the door, seeking Jungkook’s body heat in the dark as I waited for a reply.

“D...don’t open the door boss. I...S...Sungjae got bit...he’s real sick and...I th...I think he’s gonna turn into one of those things.”

Jungkook cursed under his breath, pulling me out of the way as if he could shield me from the closed door.

“What happened Minhyuk? Tell me.” His voice though quiet held all of the authority that the leader of Bangtan held.

A quiet whimper swept the corridor and I quickly recognized it as Sungjae whimpering in pain.

“Fuck Jungkook, we’ve got to do something. They’re gonna die in there if we don’t hurry up.”

Kook glanced back at me, a sadness and resignation in his eyes that I recognized as him chalking this up as a lost cause. I shook my head emphatically, wanting so desperately to deny the truth in front of me as I clung to Jungkook’s arm.

“Please, we have to do something. At least save…”

I was interrupted by a sound that send immediate chills down my spine. The sound of chattering teeth echoing through the door and almost immediately following after the click of Jungkook releasing the safety on his gun.

***

Jungkook and I exited the hall back onto the main floor, hearts heavy and yet eyes still alert as we knew that danger was still all around us.

Minhyuk’s last words still echoed in my head.

‘I don’t want to leave him alone...he’s gonna need me on the other side.’

I struggled to push the grief as far down as it could go, opting instead to drape the persona of the Boss’s other half around me like a shield.

With the thought my spine instantly straightened, eyes radiating cold fury as I surveyed the bodies of the dead surrounding me. This wasn’t the time or place for weakness. I had to push forward.

My silent thoughts were interrupted by a series of gunshots from outside. These shots couldn’t possibly have been from Yoongi and Daphne as all of their sniper rounds were silence.

Jungkook and I bolted across the warehouse floor, each tucking to one side of the broken in doors so that we could peak out into the street beyond and assess the situation. I hissed in a breath when I spotted the problem.

Yoongi was just across the street, having come from the same alley we’d used to cross the street with his pistol raised and he back turned to us as he tried to fend off the monsters pressing him out from cover and into the open spaces of the city street.

Tucked close to his side was a limp form, though her arm was raised as well as she attempted to cover them from behind.

“Kook, I think Daphne’s hurt.” I whispered across the doorframe. Jungkook nodded, eyes hard as he screwed his spare silencer onto the barrel of his weapon.

“Pick off what you can find babe. Try not to lose your cover.”

I gave him a nod, eyes now trained on the rapidly shuffling forms making their way towards our two pinned down friends. One by one I dropped my targets, ducking down several times when I thought I was being spotted but in general just making sure the two figures I was trying to protect had the ability to get across the street.

By the time Yoongi and Daphne crossed the threshold I was running towards the low end of my clip and so with a quick glance in Jungkook’s direction I took Daphne’s weight from Yoongi and dragged her into the relative safety of the warehouse.

“Yoongi!” Grabbing the hilt of the machete I pulled it from my waistband and tossed it his way.

In one fluid motion he snatched the weapon from the air, spinning on his heel to quickly sever the head of a shuffling form behind him.

“Man, I forgot how hot he looks when he’s fighting like that.” Daphne chuckled as I snorted, though the shared mirth didn’t last long as I lowered her to the ground beside a stack of boxes. A whimper of pain escaped her lips as she grasped her leg.

I huffed out a breath when I spotted the blood seeping through the dark material of her pants.

“I’m gonna have to cut that open to treat it Daphne. That okay?” Gnawing on my lower lip I watched as the color began slowly draining from her already pale skin.

“Mmm...do what you gotta do. I’ve had worse injuries.” She grunted, pulling the strap of her rifle over her head and undoing it just to tie the leather length around the width of her thigh. Shaping a knot she pulled it tight but just as she tightened it her eyes went wide.

“Y/n! Behind you!”

Snatching the rifle from her lap I whipped around, smashing the barrel into the face of a creature that’d come up behind me and dropping it to the ground. Flipping the rifle over in my hands I aimed it with precision, pulling the trigger and dispatching the creature before it could regain its bearings.

“Guys, we got a problem.” I grabbed Daphne beneath her armpits, hauling her up and throwing her arm over my shoulder as I eyed the creatures shuffling towards us from the depths of the warehouse.

“Kind of busy babe.” Jungkook’s words were clipped as his attention was to those trying to seek entrance from the outside. But a glance behind him caused him to curse when he saw that Daphne and I were about to be pinned down.

“Boss, go. I’ve got these ones. Get the girls.” Yoongi slashed the machete through the creature in front of him, the blade sliding through like butter and cleaving it cleanly in two.

Jungkook let out a curse, finishing off the creature he’d been grappling with and moving as quickly as he could to Daphne’s other side. “Here, let me take her. Clear a path to the offices,we’ll be right behind you.”

Anxiety ate at me as I let Daphne’s weight rest on Jungkook. I knew he was strong enough to manage her and true to form he’d swept her off her feet, cradling her in his arms as I pulled her pistol out of its holster and handed it to her.

Chaos ensued as I took charge of our defense. I tucked my pistol away for the moment, opting to use the sniper rifle to plug as many of the monsters as I could while ensuring none of them got too close to my two charges. The clip ran empty just as we made it to the first office door.

I turned my back to Jungkook and Daphne as they attempted to get the door open, hoping that Yoongi wouldn’t be too far behind me. Unfortunately he was surrounded, fighting off two creatures at his front while his back was pressed to one of the many pillars that held up the roof of the warehouse.

I caught the sound of the door behind me opening, letting me know that Jungkook had managed to get the door of the office opened. I dropped to one knee, raising the sights to my face as I focused in on one of the creatures.

Exhaling slowly I calmed myself, pushing the adrenaline to the side as I allowed what little calm I had within me to take hold. After a moment more I squeezed the trigger, flinching as the recoil of the weapon almost forced my shoulder out of its socket.

It didn’t matter though as my bullet had reached its intended target, taking out the creature just as Yoongi managed to dispatch the other.

“Yoongi, get your ass in here!” I called, raising to my legs once again and slowly backing into the office.

With a heavy sigh I leaned against the brick wall, trying desperately to push aside the fear that’d been threatening to over take me.

Yoongi closed the door behind him, glancing around at us to make sure we were all there before handing the machete back to me.

“Yoongi, what the hell happened out there?” Jungkook demanded.

“We were ambushed.” Yoongi choked out as he watched Jungkook gently lay Daphne on the cool concrete of the warehouse floor.

Her breathing was harsh, more of a rasp as she inhaled in what could only be described as a death rattle as she choked out the stored air in her lungs.

“Christ, this looks bad.” Jungkook crouched before her, seeking permission from her which she gave with a nod before tearing away at the cloth covering her tattered and bleeding leg.

She whimpered from the pain and Yoongi moved quickly, sitting beside her and pulling her into his lap as he readjusted the cloth covering her head. “I...fuck…”

The curse sounded strange on her lips as she leaned forward to grab at her leg. “I was trying to get out of Yoongi’s way when one of those things grabbed me by the ankle. I’m pretty sure...it...it bit me.”

Yoongi placed a trembling hand against her forehead, hissing at the heat as he jerked his hand away. “Fuck you’re burning up Daphne!”

Jungkook jumped up, pulling me away from the two as if just being near her would infect me.

“I’ve...I’ve not got long before I turn nae jagiya...please...please don’t let me become one of those things.” She turned in his arms, placing a hand to his cheek and streaking it with her blood.

He let out a quiet sob that broke my heart, shattered it into a million pieces as I watched the tears stream down the cheeks of the strongest man I knew.

“Fuck Daph, don’t ask me to do that. I...I fucking can’t. Please don’t ask me to do this!” He pulled her closer to him, burying his face into the crease of her neck.

I could see her body begin to tremble with the energy it took to keep conscious. “Yoongi...you have to...it’s...she’s really not got long.” I choked on my words, turning into Jungkook’s chest as I broke down.

And yet despite my sobs I could still hear her whispered words to him.

“Just let me go Suga. I...I’m tired. I’m sorry it had to end like this but...I really did love you...just, please...do my this one last favor?”

“Could...you guys give us a moment?”

I heard Jungkook answer as he began to lead me from the room. And as my knees gave out and I dropped to the floor, all the while supported by Jungkook’s strong arms, I heard it.

One single shot to end it all. And her spark of life was gone.

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