#this is so overdue but here you go!!! i promise further replies will be faster fhghf

[aconites]

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒𝒹 from here.

𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙎𝙀 years, al still made the butterflies in her stomach flutter. no matter how hard she tried over the years to forget about her high school sweetheart, his face always lingered in her mind. sure, there had been a few boyfriends in her life since she left town, but none of them ever affected her as he did. she was also never able to commit to any of them fully and her best friend always said it was because she was meant to be with him. that someday their paths would cross and everything would fall into place. margot had never been the one to believe in soulmates, probably because her opinion on love had tarnished at a young age due to her parents' toxic relationship but al… al had made her believe in true love. the brunette watches the male as he gets up and walks to the front of his desk, and she gravitates to him almost immediately, taking a few steps closer to him. it felt like no time had passed since they last saw each other, immediately at ease being in his presence. ❝ me? i've been good. moved back a few weeks ago… i'm working at the hospital, on the pediatric floor mostly. ❞ she smiles, fingers brushing a few loose strands out of her face and behind her hair. ❝ what about you? a gym owner now? i'm impressed.❞ @spicecbinet

[goodnightyoongi]

Yoongi x fem!reader pt4

genre: hurt/comfort/smut

rating: E

word count: 4,5k

summary: In this series, Yoongi and you are childhood friends, and he’s helping you through some issues you’ve been facing lately, while your relationship slowly blossoms into something more. 

warnings: implied depression, self-critical thoughts, EXPLICIT SMUT (oral sex) in the later part of this chap. Start and finish are indicated

Can be read standalone, but is part of a chaptered series

Part I: Catalyze

Part II: Flicker

Part III: Rise

“...and yeah, that’s...why I haven’t been keeping up with my schoolwork.”

You finished the sentence with a timid glance at the curly-haired woman on the other side of the desk. Her hands were knitted on top of the table, one of her eyebrows slightly arched. You understood why. Answering the question “so what seems to be the issue here,  Miss Y/LN ?” hadn’t been easy, and you were pretty sure it hadn’t made sense, either. 

Basically, you had just stuttered some disjointed, vague gibberish about "feeling a little under the weather lately". Aka, nowhere close to the truth. And now, the anxiety was making itself known. In the form of beads of moisture running down your neck, and your hands fidgeting in your lap.

Because you didn’t want to be here. In fact you wanted to be anywhere but here.

But once again, Yoongi had showed himself perfectly able to push you into motion and help get you back on track. Using his steady, encouraging flow of reassurances, and fingers laced into yours as he pulled you with him to your final destination. And now you were here. Squirming uncomfortably in a chair in the university counselors office, and discussing why you had fallen behind on your studies, all entirely against your will if you were honest.

Your eyes wandered over the neat rows of folders on white shelves, the piles of documents on her desk, the sterile academic environment. Run, is what your brain told you. Just get up, walk out, escape this situation – but Yoongi’s hand, inconspicuously resting on your thigh, prevented it.

Because he’d insisted on coming with. And now he sat next to  you, like a parent there to discuss his child’s progression. Clad in his usual uniform, black hoodie and snapback pulled far over his forehead, all in order to avoid being recognized. It worked, and you alone had the counselors undivided attention.

“So, if I understand correctly,” she started, pushing her half-moon glasses further up her nose. “You’ve been...feeling ill? That's why you’ve been absent?”

"Uhm...kind of..."

“I see here that you have a lot of overdue assignments...and you haven't attended classes...but it would be best if you book an appointment with the university healthcare, if you have a condition that interferes with your ability to study.”

Your ears heated up as you digested this information. A tiny, sober voice within you told you yes. Do it, open mouth, voice the issue. Another, more overpowering and toxic one told you no. Repeatedly, until it was basically chanting it like a whole firing squad in your brain.

“No, no, I don’t need to. I...uh, I’ll make sure to finish all the assignments, ma'am. Just been feeling a little...unwell, but, yeah. I’m fine.”

You ignored Yoongi’s pointed glare, along with his attempts to kick you in the shin under the desk. Your counselor expressed clear puzzlement over the sudden change in your narrative.

“Oh? But didn’t you say that you’ve been feeling down and experiencing difficulty with keeping up with your studies?”

“Uh...yeah but, it was just a temporary slump,” you lied, and accompanied it with the most convincing smile you could conjure. “I really am fine, and I will catch up on it. Promise.”

“Miss Y/LN...I really do think you should go see the healthcare unit.”

“No need, I’m fine, I’m absolutely –”

“She’s depressed.”

The sharp exclamation draped itself over the three of you, and the office fell silent. You slowly turned to your left, quiet anger flaring in your gut. And Yoongi, the bastard, was wearing a polite smile and blatantly ignoring your burning looks.

The perplexed-looking lady opposite you blinked about a million times in confusion, before clearing her throat.

“Is what your friend is saying true, Miss Y/LN? You've been feeling depressed?”

Your airways were blocked, by what felt like a thick bundle of dry cotton. You didn't get a word out. Yoongi decided to just nod in affirmation on your behalf.

"Yeah, yes, she’s...been down. Not left her apartment much and just slept and not eaten and...I think she needs to see someone.”

“Oh, oh dear...well, that sounds worrying indeed." The lady turned to you with a motherly smile. "I’ll book you an appointment to the healthcare center, Miss Y/LN. They can refer you to a mental health professional if there's a need for that...hold on a moment...”

She started tapping something on her computer, while she kept talking, but you didn’t focus on it much. You were forced to just listen and accept the documents shoved into your hands, with the appointment date and other information. Forced to nod affirmatively when she announced it would be next week.

Not like you were about to go. No way.

Once you were dismissed, you were fuming. You stormed out and over the university grounds, leaving Yoongi and the repeated stream of requests to slow down behind you.

“Y/N, fucking wait – jesus, can you wait!?"

He finally caught you, but you ripped your arm from his grip instantly, backing further away while spitting furious words in his face.

“No, I can’t! Why the hell did you have to tell her that, Yoongi?! You had no right to tell her I’m…”

You came to a screeching halt just as you were about to say it, and gathered yourself. Yoongi regarded you from a distance, his eyes like dark, tranquil oceans as usual.

Always so understanding, always compassionate. Even now when you wanted none of it.

“I’m not depressed. Everything is fine with me.”

You said it with steadfast conviction. Maybe, if you said it enough times, it would become true.

The wind rustled the leaves in the trees around you. It was actually a beautiful day. The warm rays of sunshine heated your back up, and Yoongi’s sympathetic smile was securely in place as always.

“Y/N...I had to. If you get to decide yourself you just dodge your issues and pretend they don't exist for all eternity. I can’t just stand by and witness it anymore, okay? Please just trust me. Everything isn’t fine with you.”

“Yeah it is,” you interjected stubbornly. You shook your head, shook it until nausea hit you and you just stumbled uselessly when trying to vocalize what you felt.

“It is, and I don’t want to go...it makes me feel sick. I don’t want to talk about it...I don’t want to be the person who has something wrong with them, Yoongi...I want to be normal.”

Your voice was suddenly saturated with hysteria and tears, and Yoongi was on you in an instant. Picking you up, just like he always did, collecting the pieces and patching you up again. You sobbed into his hoodie, and asked him, over and over again, why it was so hard.

“It’ll get easier,” Yoongi promised. He hugged you as you cried, while a warm breeze blew past and gently ruffled your hair and dried your cheeks. “It will. But not until you face it, hun.”

During the next few days, you spent a lot of time hunched over your laptop. Slogging your way through email after email, and doing your best to figure out exactly how far behind you were in your studies. 

Really damn far turned out to be the answer.

You did his best to fix that, finishing up half-written essays and projects collecting dust on your hard drive until you were close to crying from the effort. All of this happened while Yoongi sat next to you, peering over your shoulder and making sure the process was moving forward. But it left you exhausted, and the list of assignments was mile-long.

“I’ll never have energy to finish all this...might as well drop out,” you whined, face buried in your hands, multiple times when it all felt too overwhelming. But Yoongi wasn't about to just accept that. Of course he wasn't.

“Nope, you sure as hell won’t,” was his stern reply to that. He was like an impenetrable wall you couldn't bulldoze your way through, and so you remained in front of the laptop, while his hawk eyes made sure your attention stayed on the screen.

Annoying. It was, but you had to admit it was effective. After many cups of espresso and bordering-on-meltdowns the list gradually shortened, and you were left slightly less stressed. But you’d transformed into a wet rag at the end of it, a wet rag that Yoongi transported to the couch and kissed and hugged and showered with compliments about how you were doing so well.

And it felt good, admittedly. Even though he must be lying through his teeth. His arms wrapped around you also felt great, and his gentle kisses made you all tingly – but that was the problem. He was too gentle. Too soft, like you were some kind of fragile flower to be handled with care.

Yet another week had passed since your almost-steamy-encounter on Yoongi’s couch. Another week’s worth of wet daydreams, of imagining the two of you in scenarios that stretched so much further than just kissing. Another week’s worth of not daring to make the first move.

Because without alcohol flowing through you, you remained much too shy and insecure, even though he was your boyfriend now.

The desire you felt for him made your blood pump faster, made your lower regions heat up. Every time Yoongi held you, every time he sat next to you with his elbows leaning on the table. Because you just wanted so badly for those veiny hands to undress you. To wrap around you. To travel further down and envelop you, all of you.

But at the same time, you were scared when imagining it.

Maybe Yoongi’s vision of you wouldn’t match the reality, the you hidden underneath the oversized sweaters and baggy sweatpants you’d worn for the past week. Maybe he would just see what you saw in the mirror. 

Someone a little too gray and washed out, who didn’t get nearly enough sun and who lacked that rosy, healthy glow on their cheeks.

Maybe Yoongi’s feelings would even cool once he saw your body. Despite all the things he’d said for the past weeks about how you were gorgeous and beautiful and perfect. 

The thought brought you close to tears.

You just felt like an illusion, about to crumble anytime now.

All of this messed things up, and soon you found yourself in bed. At 5PM on a Saturday evening. And all of Yoongi’s messages sat in your phone, unread and ignored since a good 24 hours.

You were pushing him away again, and it was just a matter of time until the doorbell would ring.

It did, like an ominous church bell ordering you to return to the land of the living. And you dragged yourself over the same damn floor, towards the same damn door, mentally preparing for yet another lecture by the same person you’d let down, again.

“Hey there, bun,” Yoongi greeted casually, leaning against the wall in the corridor when the door slid open. “What’s up? Ignoring my messages again?”

“Yes,” you confirmed dully. Unnecessary to pretend otherwise, and you were aware how wantonly snappy you sounded. Yoongi took absolutely zero notice of it. He looked stunning as ever, the dark hair slightly tousled by the wind and hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

Hands that still hadn’t touched you where you wanted them to and when would they?

You slammed the door with unnecessary force after Yoongi strode past you, causing him to turn around in surprise.

“Woah? Easy with that. Bad mood huh? Look kinda rough.”

“Yeah. I always look kinda rough, if you haven't noticed.”

“Hold it right there. Don’t twist it into something it’s not. I just meant you look a little tired.”

He gave you a sharp glance, a warning that clearly told you "don't even try to argue". You yielded, heaving unhappily. 

“I’m sorry. I just...I wasn’t feeling well, and everything just felt shit, and...I couldn’t get out of it”

“Uhuh...that’s...kinda why you need some help, sweetie.”

“I don’t need help.”

You tried, but it was weak at this point. Yoongi closed in on you, raising a hand to cradle your cheek and sneaking the other one around the small of your back.

“Sorry to slap you with uncomfortable truths, but...yeah, you do. And I understand that your mood shifts and you want to be alone sometimes...but please don’t ignore my texts. You're making me sick with worry when you don't answer. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Alright, baby. So did you shower today?”

“No.”

“Eat?”

“No.”

“Y/N...that’s no good." He trapped you in a kiss, before separating you and giving you another look that left no room for arguing. "Come on. Go get showered or changed and whatever you need and let’s head to the shop.”

You huffed, turned and stomped off to your bedroom without a word.

Getting changed and going outdoors didn’t feel tempting at all. You dug through your closet, but once again there was nothing of use, because once again you'd failed to do the laundry. Because you’d been nestled in bed instead. And crawling into it again felt like a splendid idea now.

"How's it going over here?"

Yoongi had made an appearance in the doorway. He raised a critical eyebrow, skeptically eyeing the pajama shorts and coffee-stained t-shirt you were still wearing. You just stared blankly ahead, cross legged on the bed and not about to move another inch if you could avoid it.

"Badly. Have nothing to wear and I'm hideous."

You knew how that sounded, oh you knew. But you could do absolutely zilch to prevent it. Yoongi closed the distance between you, his gaze oddly dark, like a looming thunderstorm.

"Stop saying those things about yourself."

You bounced up, gurgling with unidentified frustration you just couldn’t seem to kick.

"No. Because it's true."

“It's really not. I understand it feels true to you. But you’re stuck with these ideas about yourself, because you’re seeing everything through a skewed lens. That makes you overly critical of yourself. Understand, baby?”

“Nope. You’re fucking wrong.”

Yoongi's finger on your mouth silenced you. He was right in front of you now, and he leaned in until his lips brushed over your ear.

"You're not hideous. Get that through your thick skull."

And then he pulled back, and kissed you. And it wasn't gentle. In fact it was everything but gentle. It was demanding, his tongue finding its way into your mouth and his fingers weaving themselves into your hair and his nails scraping over your scalp.

When you finally parted, your body was already in overdrive, your pulse crashing through your veins and your lower regions practically on fire and thumping almost painfully.

"Think it's about time I touched you, huh,” Yoongi pondered, eyes half-lidded and with his finger pressed down on your lower lip.

You just swallowed, whining something that sounded like "uhuh" in response. Yoongi's hands were all over you in an instant. He swung you around with your back facing him, and moved your hair out of the way so he could press feather light kisses down the junction of your neck. You were lost, to the unexpected shivers worming all over your skin, lost until you heard a request that made your knees weak.

"Is it okay if I take off your clothes?"

"Ye– yeah," you managed, without really thinking. There was just a split second of self-consciousness, and then your shirt was pulled over your head, your shorts hiked down – and you were bare, save for your underwear. You went rigid for a second, shielding yourself, but Yoongi untangled you quickly.

"Nah, none of that. Don’t do that. Let me see you."

He looped his own arms around your waist, and sprinkled kisses all over your exposed skin – your shoulders, your jawline, everywhere he could reach. And then, he spun both of you around. Facing the full length mirror, the one you’d been about to throw out so many times now.

"Look at yourself."

You looked. And looked away the next second. You saw yourself, the body you hadn’t studied for a while. You saw your skin illuminated by the lamplight, showing every little imperfection in unforgiving technicolor. And you saw Yoongi's toned arms blanketing you.

"Yeah, I'm looking. What's there to see? I'm, just...whatever. Just...meh."

"No. Not meh. Everything but meh. Stubborn, a little bratty, but definitely not meh."

He forked fingers into your hair, yanking you back to stress the fact.

"Or ugly. Or useless Or anything negative you want to imagine. I know you don’t see it yourself, but trust me, then. Can you do that?"

“Maybe.”

^^^^^^^^

You couldn’t, still – but you were coming undone, basically unable to speak, unable to do anything but succumb to Yoongi's voice and touch and tongue leaving goosebumps all over your skin. 

Your breaths picked up as he unhooked your bra, sliding it off and throwing it to the side. You let out a pitchy whimper and dropped your gaze as he cupped your breasts. One by one, gently caressing them and rolling the pink buds between his fingers.

“Beautiful. Beautiful and mine,” he whispered into your hair.

He kept one hand loosely around your throat, while the other traveled down your spine – down, down down and all the way down. There, he gathered one of your asscheeks into his hand, squeezing possessively and pressing his own, very blatant boner against your ass.

“This too,” he purred cheekily, a little louder, and slapped it once, very lightly. 

And you choked.

Well, nearly. Choked on the feeling of the pulsating, warm and very real body pushed up against you. It infused you with a craving that practically hurt, and you gasped in surprise when Yoongi’s hand snaked its way to your front, sliding down to part your thighs. He nibbled on your neck, while his fingers found your clit, lightly brushing over it and drawing moan after bated moan from you.

"You're hot, okay. I love your face, I love your body, I love your personality, you’re gorgeous and don't ever doubt that." Yoongi murmured, while stroking you through your underwear and holding you steady with his free hand. "I've wanted to fuck you for ages."

Oh shit. Okay. All you could do was whimper needily in response. The sinful confessions into your ear made your head spin violently – and that voice. Surely couldn’t belong to Yoongi – it was too husky, just oozing dominance – but it did. It did and it seeped right into every corner of you, into every cell of your body all the way into your fingertips and not least, your crotch.

And you felt like you might suffocate from the pressure. From Yoongi's fingers rubbing teasing circles all over you, his breath hot and wet against the nape of your neck.

"I want to see you too,” you whined, wrenching yourself loose and pawing desperately at his t-shirt.

"Sure thing, baby.”

You held your breath while his clothes were discarded. Shirt, jeans, briefs, and then he stood there, stripped in front of you. Not just a smudgy almost-Yoongi in one of your vivid dreams, but the real Yoongi. With a heinous twinkle playing in his mischievous eyes, his posture self-assured and his dick half-hard and smooth and...actually a little menacingly thick in girth.

You swallowed down the nervously flapping butterflies, and stepped forward, tentatively running hands all down his pale chest and around his back and his ass and absolutely everywhere.

You’d imagined this man naked so many times. All throughout your adolescence, and now that it finally happened, it felt like some trippy dream.

"God, you’re fucking...beautiful, Yoongi.”

"Says you.”

He grabbed you, kissing you and pressing the two of you together, with his hands firmly on your ass. And you heated up to scorching temperatures, while your brain was filled with only one thought.

“I want you.”

“Want you too. But we’re taking it slow.”

You grumbled, but he just briefly let his finger travel into your mouth, and smirked in response when you sucked on it like it was a lollipop. Then, you were hauled up and lowered onto the bed on your back, and turned into a shivering, whimpering wreck of a person. Yoongi kissed you, pushing his tongue in to drag it over the roof of your mouth, and continuing down your torso, your chest, your tummy until you shivered pleasantly underneath him. 

He mumbled little words of praise at you while he went, and your breath came out shorter and shorter the further down he traveled. Soon he had to tell you to remember to even breathe.

“Relax. You’re so pretty, been wanting you for so long.”

He parted your legs gently, wrapping his hand around your thigh and sucking teasing love bites into the sensitive skin until you were almost crying from the sensation.

“Want me to touch you, baby? Can I take these off?”

You curled your spine against the sheets, desperate for him to just do it already. “Yeah – yeah. Please.” 

"Good. Cause I'm really dying to."

Your panties slid off, finally, and Yoongi crawled between your legs, blinking up at you, dark eyes clouded with lust and tousled bangs falling into his forehead.  All of you was practically vibrating, filled with electricity sprouting underneath the tips of his fingers as he rested one hand on your tummy and settled the other one between your legs.

“Look at you...already so wet for me.” He spread you with a thumb, sliding it between your lips, and you whined in response. Not like he was wrong. You’d basically been soaking wet since that first kiss. “So pretty. I want to make you feel good, hun. Can I eat you out? Do you want that?”

You nodded frantically. You could feel your release literally around the corner, and whatever Yoongi was about to do to you would lure it out at record speed. He offered you one of his gummy grins, gripping your thighs with both hands for leverage and pushed his pink tongue out, dragging it all over your clit and making you cringe against the sheets. 

“God – Yoongi, holy shit-”

“You taste good. Fucking sexy as hell.”

You didn’t care about restraining yourself anymore. You allowed yourself to moan unabashedly while he sucked on your clit, and tantalized you by pushing his tongue into you and pulling it out the next second.

You hadn't been touched for so long, you hadn't come for so long . An eternity. And now you watched, eyes feverish, as Yoongi turned you into a slobbering mess in minutes. Your orgasm was close, and Yoongi must have felt it, because he quickly pulled back, lips glistening and cheeks flushed. 

Next you felt his fingers teasing your entrance, and he threw you a quick, questioning glance and asked, voice hushed and dripping with lust, if it was okay. You hurried to nod again, crying out when he pushed a finger into you, slowly gliding over your walls and filling you up, while his thumb rubbed against your clit. Settling on his knees, he threw one of your legs up and squeezed your thigh as he started finger-fucking you, slowly but surely.

You couldn’t help but wonder, amidst all the hazy pleasure, how the hell he was that skilled with his hands.

Probably because he was experienced. You knew he’d had kind-of-girlfriends, but maybe he'd even had multiple partners. That thought made you irrationally jealous, once again, and also worried you’d appear like a rookie in comparison.

But those thoughts were quickly washed away, for now, as Yoongi hit the spot again, and a pitchy whimper escaped you, echoing through the whole bedroom.

“You’re tight,” he hummed, gaze heavy on you. “How’s that? Feels good?”

“Y– yeah...feels great…”

Your neck cringed, your hands gripping the sheets as he picked up the pace, before adding a second finger. Soon he had two of them knuckle-deep in you, fucking you while working your clit while you squirmed against him to create even more friction. You watched him, his lustful dark eyes plastered on you, the veins in his arms tensing as he brought you closer and closer. 

"Yoongi...I'm gonna...c-come...if you keep doing that–"

"Well that's the goal, right? You're moaning so prettily, turning me wild," Yoongi teased, leaning forward. He positioned himself half-laying on top of you, so he was able to reach your quivering lips while his fingers slid in and out of you.

He kissed you hungrily, and you could feel his cock poking you in the side. You glanced down. There it was, all stiff and veiny and fully erect and – damn.

Yoongi wanted to fuck you with that.

You pictured it, and then you were done for.

"Coming?"

"Uhuh..."

"Go on, baby girl.”

Well. That did it. You shuddered your way through your release, spasming against Yoongi’s fingers and crying out a lewd and elongated “fuck” as you came. You faintly heard Yoongi mumbling something as you rode it out, and then you collapsed into the mattress. Completely drained, and with your chest heaving and droplets of sweat running down your neck.

^^^^^^^^

Yoongi pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, and withdrew his hand. "You okay, pumpkin?"

You nodded wordlessly, slow waves of pleasure still rippling through you. Yoongi sneaked an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against himself and squeezing you tightly. 

"See why I wanted to take it slow now? Yikes...you look like you just finished a marathon. Didn't take you very long.”

He nuzzled into your hair, and you weren’t even able to provide anything coherent in response yet. Soon he announced he was taking you to shower, and before you could protest you’d been scooped up and carried off, bridal-style.

The shower was turned on, and you were dazed when jostled into position underneath the spray of water. It splashed down between the two of you, heating you up as you rested your head against Yoongi’s chest, just enjoying the warmth and being so close to him for now. 

He pushed strands of soaked hair out of your forehead, and propped you up more securely when you were in danger of sagging to the floor. "Are you alright, sweetness?”

“Yeah...sorry, it’s been a while since I, uh…was...touched...”

You quietened, bashfully pushing your nose against his chest again to avoid meeting his eyes. He gave a little chuckle, and ran his hands all over your back in reassuring circles. 

“Yeah, I figured. That’s okay. Just take it easy, baby. I’ll take care of you, don't worry.”

Yoongi gathered you into his arms, and your throbbing muscles were soothed by the flow of hot water. But you also felt a rigid boner poking your thigh, still. Belonging to him. 

You peeked down at it. It was a little intimidating, but you were also eager to return the favor. Even though your tummy turned into slush at the thought of doing something wrong.

You swallowed down a lump, and Yoongi noticed your hesitance. 

“Y/N. Just relax.”

"You're still hard though, I can –"

"Yeah, duh, I'm hard,” Yoongi chuckled, and pressed a tender kiss to your lips to shut you up. “...cause that was hot,” he added, and your cheeks instantly turned tomato-red.

"But we got all the time in the world. I can wait. You're the most important, bun."

"Fine, ugh...okay."

You burrowed into his chest, letting out a soft moan when he squeezed some shampoo out and started massaging it into your scalp. Yep. You could definitely see yourself getting used to this.

[katherinemallory]

#7 Red’s my favourite colour

Previously, on this story: #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6

Every day I wanted the ground to swallow me up. Every day I’ve been sitting alone in my apartment, unable to call anybody as my phone had been blocked, hoping something (or someone) would finally come to my rescue. I couldn’t believe my first days as a double-0 didn’t go as I had always planned, and I've been put under arrest only weeks after being promoted to the double-0 section. What is more, they suspected I had something to do with the attempted murder of the Head of MI6. So much for my promising career in espionage.

There were times I almost thought that *maybe* my deep feelings for Mallory (confirmed by Eve who has heard this whole embarrassing story from myself) had the power to save me from the arrest and a possible trial. But deep down I knew this wasn’t a possible scenario. Never ever I am going to reveal my feelings... The truth could ruin my life. It could ruin his life as well...

I tried to distract myself, so I refused to do anything that would remind me of my pathetic situation. The result was far from expected... I was playing video-games or reading books, I was willing to do *anything* that could help me forget about Mallory. It wasn’t easy, as spring was coming to town. Spring... In my world it was always associated with love... or at least some casual flirting.

It was early in the morning, but I was already sitting on my couch and switching channels on my tv. I was so hopeless and bored, that even my favourite coffee I kept sipping from my mug couldn't change my mood. My hair was a mess and I was wearing nothing but the black satin bathrobe on this another ordinary day since the beginning of my house arrest.

Out of the blue, I heard a door bell that scared me so much I spilled some coffee on the floor. I quickly turned off the tv and went to open the door.

"Morning. May I come in?"

I was still a bit shaken by the unexpected visit and my voice sounded unstable.

"Y-you came back?"

The man didn’t answer me, so I just stepped aside, allowing him to come in as he had requested. My eyes focused on his face when I closed the door after him.

It was actually a rare sight to see. It was *him*. James Bond, with a large bouquet of red roses in his hands, was standing in front of me. He looked as if he had just came home after taking his overdue holiday, judging by way he was dressed - a jacket in a light shade of brown and an ivory shirt. The three top buttons of his shirt were playfully undone. The look was completed by his shiny blond hair and a tanned face - a sign he has really been on the Maldives. I’ve never seen him in such a good shape, but despite looking like a million dollars, he appeared to be less self-confident than usual.

"Katherine... I'm here to apologize" he said, while handing me the roses. "I shouldn't have reacted like I did. I acted like an idiot. I'm really sorry... and I hope you can forgive me."

I was so surprised and furious at the same time to see him, that I totally forgot about my appearance - and the fact that I was completely naked under my bathrobe. I was standing in front of him, my arms folded, and eyes full of rage.

"Thanks," I replied, using my angry tone, as I looked at the bouquet, but refused to accept it. "But if you were really sorry, you would answer one of my calls."

"About that," added Bond and touched his left cuff. "You're right, I should have answered and talk to you... But I just preferred to do it in person."

As he didn't see any reaction to his words, he came closer to me and took my right hand in his.

"Please, Kath, let's forget about it and start anew. I didn't mean to hurt you," he said in his deep, smooth voice, and leaned down to kiss me gallantly on the hand.

I tried to make my face look like I was still pretty furious, but deep inside I was aware that I wouldn't be able to pretend for long. Damn, he's irresistible sometimes, I thought.

"Apology accepted," I said calmly, as I took the bouquet. "It seems I can't be mad at you."

I smelled the roses. It’s been a while since I was given flowers.

"It’s good to finally see you, James...”

I looked up at him and realized one of my sleeves had slid off, showing my bare shoulder that instantly drew Bond’s attention. The outfit might not have been the most appropriate for the occasion.

"Oh, please forgive me,” I trembled. “I hope it doesn't offend you..."

"Not at all," Bond declared. "Feel free to undress if you think it would be less provocative,” he added and smirked. 

“Very funny.”

My eyes pointed to the coffeemaker.

"Oh yes, please," said Bond. "Coffee. Very black."

...

We spent the whole morning sitting on my couch, talking about everything, and drinking coffee. I quickly lost the track of time.

"There is one thing I don't get, James. How is it possible that the guards have let you in? You know, I'm not allowed to leave the place, so I thought I wouldn't be allowed to meet anyone either."

"Not exactly," said Bond. "Don't forget you talk to the 007 himself. He knows how to deal with such matters," the last sentence was accompanied by a smirk. He turned to me, waiting to see me laugh.

I did laugh.

“Right... Then I’m glad this 007 wished to see me.”

He raised his hand as if he intended to move the hair away from my face, but hesitated, and he continued to talk instead.

“He wished to see both you and Mallory. After I got informed about what had happened, I came back as quickly as possible.”

“What about the mission?” I asked, unable to get what he meant.

“It was finished. I just wanted to stay there for a few more days. That’s all,” answered Bond and hesitated again. “I’ve... I’ve already spoken with Mallory on the phone. He wants to see me tomorrow.”

“So it means... he’s back in the office?” I asked, raising my voice.

“Yes,” Bond replied and smiled. “You’ll be able to meet him as well, because the investigation’s over. So, to answer your question, there aren’t any guards there anymore.”

At that moment it occurred to me that when I opened the door for Bond, I didn't pay attention to the guards.

"Great...," I hissed. "Nobody tells me anything..."

I must have looked upset, because Bond moved closer and put his arm around me.

"Look on the bright side, Kath. They didn’t inform you of the result of the investigation properly... yet. That’s correct. But...” he held onto me, “what a messenger they’ve sent you!”

I turned my head to him.

“James... hold me tight... please.”

Bond did as I asked. For a while we were silent, wrapped into each other’s arms.

“Thank you,” I whispered into his ear. “I really appreciate that you’re here.”

“It’s nothing,” said Bond, still holding me in his arms. “I guess you were worried about Mallory?”

My heart started to beat faster, and I’m sure Bond could feel it on his chest. I replied after a few seconds.

"I was worried as hell..."

"It's just a stab wound. He'll be fine,” replied Bond and released his grip. “Katherine... could you tell me... was I really wrong about your feelings towards him?”

I looked into his eyes, not knowing what to say. I haven’t been that much confused in my entire life. I’ve already known I had fallen for Mallory badly, but I still wasn’t sure how much Bond meant to me. There was something about him I couldn’t explain and understand. They call it “the charm”, right?

“Do you really have to know that?” I questioned, caressing his muscular arm. “And besides, do you think I will tell you?”

He took my hand off his shoulder.

“You should get some rest before you go back on active service,” whispered Bond and kissed me on the forehead. “I’d better get going. It was lovely to see you, Katherine.”

“Thank you, James. I *adore* those roses,” I smiled at him mildly. “Red is my favourite colour.”

...

Two or three hours have passed and I’ve began to prepare my lunch. Of course I couldn’t stop to think about Bond. He came all the way just to see me... brought me those roses... I adore them... has any other double-0 ever got a bouquet of *red* roses from this man? I’m sure the answer is “no”, I thought while washing the tomatoes. But on the other hand... he had to come back anyway... and maybe this is just a sweet-talk... yes... he’s such a womanizer... there is no denying he slept with a girl or two while on Maldives... and you can’t blame him... but, he’s not a man for you... forget about him, Kath.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I wiped my hands and came to the table, wondering who the hell wants to talk to me at lunchtime.

I froze when I realized what has just appeared on screen. There was a huge, single letter: M.

“Yes?” I said as I picked up.

“Good afternoon, 002,” said a deep, but sharp voice. I wish your voice could wake me up every day... Oh, sir, I missed you so much. Keep talking, I thought.

“Good afternoon, sir.”

“You’ve probably already spoken to 007,” guessed Mallory. “I’m pleased to inform you that investigation didn’t prove the accusations, so... it means your arrest is over. Or, in other words, you’re back on active service,” he added coldly. “Congratulations.”

I didn’t listen to the words he said. I was hypnotized by the way he uttered those words.

“002? Are you still there?”

“Yes! Uhm... Thank you... Thank you, sir.”

“I suppose it means you’re ready to come back?” he asked and I could sense that he was smiling.

“Yeah,” I smiled as well. “Armed and ready.”

“I’m very glad to hear that, 002. Meet me in my office at 1 P.M. tomorrow for further instructions then.”

“With pleasure, sir. I’ll be there,” I assured him.

I was just about to hang up (what a relief to hear his voice... thank God he’s safe and sound), when I realized I didn’t ask him about the arm.

“Uhm, sir... I’ve been wondering... how... How do you feel?”

“Thank you for asking, Katherine...”

As he replied, I couldn’t believe what I’ve just heard. It made me feel all warm inside. Wait, did he *really* call me by my name?! I will remember that day till the rest of my life, I thought, and Mallory continued:

“... I feel a lot better. Good enough to get back to work... I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow... sir.”

I said the last sentence almost breathlessly... I sat on the couch and gasped for air. Wow... He *did* call me “Katherine”... for the first time since I’ve entered the section. Does it mean our relationship has moved on to the next level...? Wait, what did he say? 1 P.M., I think...

I had to contact Amanda. I’ve quickly typed a message:

Congrats Amanda!! We’re finally free! Can’t wait to see you. xx

She replied right away, but the truth was, I expected a more enthusiastic response:

Yeah, that’s great, Kath. Would you mind if we talked tomorrow before our meetings with M? It’s urgent.

I agreed, and went on to resume cooking. I had no idea what Amanda had in mind and it worried me, because rarely she was that laconic. I wondered what did she want to talk about. It all happened so fast today... the flowers (& the messenger!), the rescue, the phone call from my supervisor, and now Amanda’s request... It seems there is a lot going on right now. But let’s be honest, Kath... to look into Mallory’s eyes once again... this is what you desire most.

It’s time to get out.

***

To be continued.

[btsqualityy]

BTS Second Pregnancy Series #10: Third Trimester Issues

32 weeks, or 8 months, pregnant

Kim Seokjin

You opened the front door to your house and walked inside, holding the door open for Kaiden to amble in behind you. 

“Is that my two favorite people?” Jin called as he walked down the stairs.

“Hi Daddy!” Kaiden shouted and once he had gotten his shoes off, he ran over to his daddy, who picked him up and gave him a tight hug. 

“How was school?” Jin asked him.

“Good!” Kaiden replied.

“Do you have homework today?” Jin wondered.

“Only a little,” Kaiden pouted and Jin chuckled at him. 

“Well, why don’t we go get started on it?” Jin suggested and Kaiden reluctantly nodded. Jin then looked over at you, a small smile on his face at seeing you. “How was work jagi?”

“Got a lot done today,” you told him and he nodded. 

“I’m gonna go help him get started with homework and I’ll be back,” he said and you nodded, watching as he turned around and carried Kaiden upstairs to his room. After setting your purse and keys down, you kicked off your shoes and walked into the living room, plopping down on the couch once you were there. You then lifted your feet, setting them on top of the coffee table and your eyes widen when you saw how swollen your feet were.

“Alright, he’s all set with his homework,” Jin announced as he walked back down the stairs and over to the couch where you were, sitting down next to you. “I still don’t understand why they give three, almost four year olds homework.”

“It’s just tracing letters,” you giggled. “It’s just to get him used to the idea of doing homework.” Jin shrugged with a hum and his gaze fell onto your feet that were propped up, his brow furrowing when he saw how swollen they were.

“Y/N-ah,” he tsked, reaching over and grabbing the backs of your calves, making you swing them around and rest your feet in his lap. “What did I tell you about being on your feet all day?” He asked as he began to massage the soles of your feet.

“I wasn’t though,” you replied lamely, making him glare lightly at you. “I’m eight months pregnant now Jin, they’re gonna be swollen regardless of what I do.”

“But there’s no need to make it worse than need be,” he responded. “I still think that you should take your maternity leave early.”

“And you know that I didn’t want to do that yet,” you shot back. 

“Y.N-ah...”

“Jin, please,” you begged and he looked up at you, his face softening when he saw your slight pout. “Just a few more weeks.”

“Alright, fine,” he relented, making you smile widely. “But I want you to rest when you come home, ok?”

“I promise,” you nodded, leaning over and kissing him softly. 

Min Yoongi

“Oh my fucking god,” you muttered as you walked out of the bathroom, fresh out of the bath. Yoongi looked up from his notebook that he was writing lyrics in and he frowned when he saw the grimace on your face.

“What’s wrong Y/N-ah?” He asked. 

“My back and hips are still hurting,” you whined. “I thought the warm bath would help but it didn’t.”

“You don’t think that they’re Braxton Hicks, do you?” He wondered and you shook your head.

“It feels nothing like contractions, it’s just really fucking sore,” you explained. Yoongi bit his lip as he thought for a second and you watched as a small smile spread onto his lips. “What?”

“Do you want me to massage your back and hips?” He offered and you raised  an eyebrow at him. “It could be worth a try.”

“That actually doesn’t sound too bad,” you chuckled.

“Well, get over here then,” he smirked and you walked over to the bed before sitting down on the edge next to where Yoongi was sitting. He then sat up, getting onto his knees before setting his hands on your lower back and kneading the skin there.

“How’s that baby?” Yoongi wondered.

“That’s actually really fucking good,” you murmured quietly and Yoongi chuckled as he began to massage you a little harder. “I just wish that Kammie wasn’t moving down more just yet.”

“You know that just means that we don’t have much longer until she gets here,” Yoongi whispered. “You are eight months pregnant now Y/N-ah.”

“I know, but I’m tired. Hopefully, she’ll come as soon as I’m full term.”

“What if she’s overdue like baby girl was?” Yoongi wondered.

“Don’t you even speak those words into existence,” you hissed, making Yoongi laugh loudly. 

Kim Namjoon

“Mommy, come on!” Mason shouted as he rushed out of the kitchen, eager to take his bath so that he could play with his toy dinosaurs in the water.

“I’m coming Myungie,” you chuckled, turning the water off on the kitchen sink and wiping down the counter one last time before walking out of the kitchen. Mason then ran up to you, grabbing your hand in his as he pulled you in the direction of the stairs.

“Mommy,” he smiled, making you laugh at how excited he was. “Faster.”

“I’m going as fast as I can Mase,” you replied, watching as Mason let go of your hand and quickly climbed the stairs. You then followed after him, quickly running up the stairs. By the time that you made it to the top, Mason had already run into the bathroom while you were breathing heavily and your heart was beating fast. 

“Hey jagi,” Namjoon called as he walked out of your shared bedroom but when he saw you bent over with your hands on your knees, he rushed down the hallway and set his hand on your lower back. “Y/N-ah, what’s wrong?”

“I..took the stairs...too...fast,” you replied as you did your best to get your breathing back to normal. 

“Here, deep breaths in and deep breaths out,” Namjoon told you and you nodded before doing as he said, inhaling as much as you could before slowly releasing it. “Good?” He wondered and you nodded, lifting your abdomen so that you were standing up straight again.

“I know it probably sounds stupid but I guess I just didn’t release how far along I am now,” you said and Namjoon gave you a small smile as he rubbed your lower back comfortingly.

“I get it jagi and it’s ok,” he replied. “Just be a little more careful yeah? You scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry Joon,” you apologized, puckering your lips and a small hum escaped your throat as he kissed you softly. 

“Why don’t you go lie down and I’ll go give Mase his bath?” Namjoon offered and you smiled lightly.

“That would be great,” you said. 

“Then go ahead and get into bed,” he told you and with one last kiss, the two of you went your separate ways. 

Jung Hoseok

“Look Mommy, watch!” Lennox shouted out as he stood at the top of the slide. Every since Hobi had confided in you about wanting to spend more time with the kids, the both of you were doing your best to do as many activities with the twins as you could before Hendrix was born. Today, the two of you decided to take them both to the park that was not far from your house.

“I’m watching baby,” you yelled back, watching with a small smile as Lennox sat down and slid down the slide.

“Did you see me Mommy?” He asked excitedly.

“I did see you,” you nodded and Lennox grinned widely before turning around to climb back onto the play-set. You looked over and saw Hobi pushing Berkeley on one of the swings and when the two of you made eye contact, he winked at you before turning his attention back to Berk. You then continued to watch Lennox, when you suddenly felt a strong headache hit you. You set the tips of your fingers on the sides of your forehead, trying to massage the pain away but it only became more intense. You almost began to feel like passing out but you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“Y/N, what is it?” Hobi asked frantically and you opened your eyes, blinking a few times because of the sunlight.

“My head,” you whispered and Hobi immediately guided you over to a bench where the two of you had left the bag that held stuff for the twins, making you sit down before he sat down next to you.

“What, it hurts?” He guessed and you nodded. 

“Almost felt like I was gonna pass out,” you explained. 

“Have you had any water today?” He wondered and you shook your head. He then reached into the bag, pulling out a bottle of water and handing it to you. You quickly unscrewed the cap and put the bottle to your lips, taking a large gulp of the water. “You know that you have to stay hydrated Y/N-ah.”

“I know but I forgot,” you replied once you had lowered the bottle from your mouth. 

“Are you feeling a little better now?” He wondered and you nodded quickly, the headache that you had previously been feeling almost disappearing immediately. 

“Thank you Hobi,” you smiled, making him do the same.

“No problem,” he shrugged. “Now, you stay here and relax and I’ll watch over the kiddos, alright?” He said and you nodded, watching as he kissed your cheek before getting up from the bench and going back over to Lennox and Berkeley. 

Park Jimin

You flipped onto your back, stretching your legs out as you tried to find a more comfortable position. As you progressed further into your pregnancy, you found it harder and harder to sleep comfortably. Most nights, you ended up just giving up on sleep completely and it looked like tonight was going to be another one of those nights. 

Just as you moved to sit up and get out of bed, you felt Jimin’s arm tighten around your abdomen. “What’s wrong Y/N-ah?” He muttered sleepily.

“Can’t sleep again,” you whispered back and that’s when Jimin opened his eyes. He then sat up, rubbing at his eyes for a few seconds before pushing the covers off of his body and getting up from the bed. “Where are you going?” You called after him.

“Just stay there and I’ll be right back,” he replied before walking out of the bedroom. You laid down against the pillows again, rubbing your bump softly as you felt your baby moving around a little. After about 10 minutes, Jimin walked back into the bedroom with two mugs in his hands. He placed one of them down on the nightstand next to his side of the bed before climbing onto the bed, handing you the other mug once he was settled down next to you.

“What’s this?” You wondered as you brought the cup up to your nose in order to smell it. 

“Lavender tea,” he replied and you nodded before taking a small sip of it. “I know that you’ve been having some issues sleeping lately so I goggled some pregnancy safe ways that might help and lavender tea was one of the top results.”

“So you went out and bought lavender tea for me?” You finished for him and when you looked over at him, he was smiling shyly. 

“Well, I wanted to help,” he shrugged. “Plus, it’s not healthy for you not to be getting any rest.”

“I know,” you nodded in agreement, taking another sip of the tea. “I really do appreciate this Jimin-ssi.”

“It’s the least that I could do,” he told you. “You have such a hard time when you’re pregnant, I want to do as much as I can to help you out.”

“And you definitely go above and beyond,” you said firmly, recognizing the tone in his voice and he nodded. The two of you then continued to drink your cups of tea, talking quietly about random things. Once you were both finished, Jimin set both mugs on the nightstand and cuddled up to you, setting his hands on your bump and rubbing softly.

“Good night jagi, I love you,” he whispered.

“Good night Jimin-ssi, I love you too,” you replied and you shut your eyes, sleep taking over you almost instantly. 

Kim Taehyung

“What do you want for breakfast today Spence?” You asked her as the two of you walked down the stairs, her tiny hand in yours. Since it was a Saturday, you liked to make Spencer whatever she requested for breakfast as a way of saying ‘good job for getting through this week!’.

“Pancakes please,” she replied.

“You always want pancakes,” you chuckled as you looked down at her and she looked back up at you with the same pout that Taehyung has.

“But pancakes are good,” she said and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. 

“You’re right, they are pretty good,” you nodded, setting your hand on top of her head and pushing the flyaway hairs that had escaped from her ponytail away from her eyes. Once the two of you got into the kitchen, you pulled out of the ingredients to get started on the pancakes as Spencer sat at the kitchen counter and colored in one of her coloring books. As you started cooking, it didn’t take long for Taehyung to make his way down stairs. 

“Mm, good morning,” his still gravelly voice greeted.

“Morning Daddy,” Spencer chirped and you glanced over your shoulder just in time to see him lay a soft kiss onto her forehead. He then walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Good morning,” you smiled, giggling when he brought his hands up and placed them on your bump.

“How are you feeling?” He wondered and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Since you were eight months pregnant now, Taehyung was on high alert for any sign of something wrong.

“I feel fine Tae,” you told him, flipping over the pancake in the pan in front of you. “No need to,” you tried to finish but you cut off by a wave of pain wrapping around your lower hips. You stumbled back against Taehyung, who tightened his grip on you and held you upright.

“Hey Y/N-ah, what is it?” He asked worriedly and you shook your head as you stood up straight on your own again. 

“Braxton Hicks’ contraction,” you explained. “It just caught me off guard.”

“Want me to breathe with you?” He offered and you nodded, grabbing onto his outstretched hand and closing your eyes. The two of you then inhaled deeply and held it for a few seconds before releasing it. 

“Mm, thanks Tae,” you murmured as you opened your eyes. “I forgot how much contractions knock me off my ass until now.”

“No need to thank me jagi and don’t worry,” he assured you. “I’ll be right here with you, through the fake contractions and the real ones, ok?” You nodded and then kissed him gently before turning back to the stove.

“My pancake!” You shrieked at seeing your now burnt pancake in the pan. 

Jeon Jungkook

“Have I ever mentioned how much pregnancy annoys the absolute fuck out of me?” You said as you walked out of the bathroom and Jungkook looked up at you in surprise, his brow furrowing in confusion right afterwards.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you, watching as you walked over and sat on the edge of the bed next to him.

“I’m sick of having to pee all the damn time!” You exclaimed. “Aria has started to move down and she’s growing, meaning that she’s pressing down on my damn bladder and I hate it!”

“Y/N-ah,” Jungkook said, lifting his hand to try and stop his laugh from escaping. You caught him however, and you could tell by the way that his eyes were crinkling up that he was about to laugh.

“Oh, I’m really happy to know that my pain is funny to you,” you hissed as you smacked his thigh and he shouted in pain.

“I’m not laughing at your pain, I’m laughing at how you just said that,” he clarified, still chuckling in spite of himself. “I know it sucks Y/N-ah but you’re eight months now so you only have a little while longer to go.”

“It can’t come fast enough,” you muttered. “Don’t get me wrong, I love our babies and I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world but carrying them sucks.”

“I know you love them Y/N-ah and it’s ok that you’re tired,” Jungkook nodded as he reached out and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “You’ve been doing an amazing job though, and that’s why Ava loves you so much and Aria will too.”

“You really mean that?” You questioned and Jungkook nodded.

“Of course I do,” he assured you. “Hey, want me to go pick up your favorite pocky?”

“Yes please,” you said immediately, making Jungkook laugh. He moved forward and kissed you three times, pulling back and looking at you afterwards.

“You got this, ok?” He said and you nodded with a small smile. “Now, I’ll be right back with your pocky.” He got up from the bed and after grabbing his car keys from the dresser, he walked out of the bedroom. It wasn’t until you heard the front door shut behind him that you got that familiar urge again.

“For fuck’s sake,” you groaned as you got up and walked back into the bathroom.  

[thirstyforlulu]

Alucard x Reader: For Your Convenience Chapter 4

You screamed, quickly retreating further under the bed so the strange men could not reach you. From there you slipped out the side and took off running out the open door. Behind you, you could hear them talking.

“Well this is fun,’ one of them said before pursuing you.

Each of their footsteps echoed in your ears, making your heart race faster and faster. They were getting closer you could tell, but you were never certain on where they were exactly. Sometimes it felt like their fingers were grazing you and others they seemed to be several feet behind. It drove you mad not knowing, the anticipation of your capture.

You had no idea where Alucard was, everything looked unfamiliar as you zipped by it. In a panic, you started calling out his name, unable to think of anything else.

“Alucard! Alucard! Help me please!” You screamed.

Having him come to your rescue was not high on your list of priorities, but you feared what would happen if he didn’t step in. He was the only person around who could save you, even if he’s a vampire.

Suddenly, you slammed into what felt like a solid wall, sending you falling backward. You’d hit your head and stars were dancing in front of your eyes. As you grabbed the side of your head in pain, a voice spoke.

“You’re not an idiot, I know you understood what I meant when I said stay in the damn room!” Alucard chided.

“Please, there are strange men here. I’m scared,” You cried, grabbing onto his leg.

You hadn’t meant to, but you were still dizzy and couldn’t stand all the way up. Like a limp noodle, you fell against, clinging to his leg so childishly.

“What are you-” He began, but the two men who’d been chasing you approached, cutting him off.

“There you are. I was starting to wonder if you moved or something,” The darker-skinned of the two said.

“Did you get our letter?” The blond asked.

“Does it look like I did?” Alucard hissed.

“Well, you certainly did prepare a cute little treat for us,” The first man said, appearing beside you.

He threaded one hand through your hair, feeling its texture as he ran it down the length. Out of nowhere, Alucard smacked his hand away.

“This is not an offering for the likes of you. Tell me why you’re here Jan,” Alucard demanded.

“But why else would you keep them around? Don’t tell me, have you found a little human to play with?” The first man, Jan, asked completely ignoring him.

“Not in the slightest.”

“You know, if you promise them things humans become very giving,” Jan said with a sultry smile.

The blond man pushed him aside and stood in front of Alucard with an annoyed look on his face.

“I and the others decided a meeting was long overdue. They should be arriving soon, I’m sorry this is now on such short notice.”

“What do we need to have a meeting about?”

“Just a quick little information session. Integra has some news regarding the new artificial vampires and I think everyone would like to hear about that.”

I didn’t recognize the name, but I did understand the artificial vampire part. It sounded terrifying, what made them artificial and why would anyone do that? How would you even “make” a vampire?

“Hmm, alright. How long do you plan on staying?” Alucard groaned.

“Depends on how the meeting goes. If we all decide that this needs to be discussed further or that we need to plan then we’ll have to stay,” The blond answered.

Alucard rolled his eyes, finally turning back to you. You were still on the ground holding on to his leg, but your grip had relaxed. Noticing him looking at you, you met his glance.

“If you two will excuse me. Make yourselves comfortable,” He said to the other men.

They nodded, allowing Alucard and I to slip away. He held your arm tightly, not enough to hurt but enough to let you know he wasn’t happy. Once you were far enough out of earshot he pushed you up against the wall, caging you in place with his arms on either side of you.

“We’ve got a bit of a dilemma,” he growled right next to your ear.

You turned away, feeling his breath on your cheek. His body was so close to yours, you could feel his torso through his shirt.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, surprisingly this wasn’t your fault,” He laughed. “You’re still in trouble, but if I keep you locked up while the others are here they’re bound to find you and they’ll get very curious as to why you were locked away. They’ll want to eat you since I wouldn’t keep just any human locked up like that.”

He grabbed your chin and turned it back towards him. His lips were inches from yours, his cold breath washed over you.

“If I don’t keep an eye on you someone could take you from me, and that wouldn’t be good for our deal now, would it? So I’m going to need you to be a good little darling and play my loyal servant tonight.” He explained.

Your entire body was quivering in fear. Tonight you were going to have to deal with more vampires besides Alucard, and there was no telling what they might try to do to you. He was the only one you’d be able to trust, so you’d have to do as he said.

“O-Ok,” You stammered.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it so easy for you that you couldn’t possibly mess this up,” He replied, running his hand through your hair.

He grabbed your hand once again and led you back toward where you had left the two men. As you passed, Alucard called out to them.

“My apologies. This is my servant y/n, they haven’t gotten properly dressed yet. We’ll be right back.”

They nodded from their places in the armchairs they’d found their way to. Meanwhile, Alucard led you to another part of the castle, down a few sets of stairs, where everything was dark and dusty. There were cobwebs everywhere, they touched your skin and made you jump. It looked like no one had gone that way in a very long time.

He finally came to a stop in a small maid’s quarters, you could tell from the small beds and cheap looking furniture. There was only one wardrobe, a tall one with two doors, that he walked up to.

“This was left behind from when someone else owned this place,” He said, throwing open the doors.

Dust went flying out, nearly obscuring your sight of him. As everything settled, you were able to see the contents. Frilly maid’s dresses in various sizes lined the inside. He reached up and grabbed one, stirring up more dust as it came out. Turning around, he held it up to your body, checking to see if it would fit. Satisfied with his judgment, he took and beat the dust off of it as best he could.

“Here, put this on,” He ordered, tossing the dress to you.

It landed in your arms in a massive heap. You had a hard time keeping it from falling. When you held it up, you realized just how over the top it was, and yet it was still far too short for your liking.

“What are you waiting for?” He asked, still looking around in the wardrobe.

“Oh right,” You replied, stepping into the room next door to change.

It was easy to get the dress on, but you had a hard time getting it laced up in the back. For someone who was used to wearing clothes with a lace-up back like this, it’s probably a piece of cake, but you’d never had a chance to wear something so nice. No matter how you tried, no matter how much you stretched, there was no way you’d be getting it done without some help.

“Alucard,” You called out apprehensively.

He appeared next to you suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, which made you jump.

“Having some trouble?” He asked, touching the laces on your back.

“Y-yes,” You shivered.

“Don’t worry y/n, I’m more than happy to help~”

Taking the two laces in his hand, he slowly thread them through the last few loops you couldn’t reach. His fingers just barely touched your back, the cold making you flinch. Once he got them all in place, he pressed his waist up against your behind and pulled hard. Pulling only made him press harder into you, forcing a blush up into your cheeks.

You sighed with relief when he backed away to tie a lovely bow between your shoulder blades. After stepping back to admire his work, he pulled on your shoulder to spin you around.

“Here’s the rest of your uniform,” He said, picking up the rest of your outfit.

He had in his hands some frilly laced stockings, a pair of cute black shoes, and a small headpiece. You put the rest of it on without any assistance, this time he stayed to watch. When you bent over to pull up the stockings, you swore you heard a slight hitch in his breathing, but you couldn’t be sure.

“There we go, now you look like a maid fit for a vampire,” He praised, taking your hand once again.

This time he led you upstairs to a room that looked like it had once been a kitchen. Through a side door, you entered into a wine cellar filled to the brim with bottles, their labels hanging off pieces of string. Some of the labels you could read, others appeared to be in languages you had never seen before.

Alucard let go of your hand and began to survey the many bottles. He read each label carefully, taking in every aspect of them before pulling out one that was darkly colored. Then he went into the kitchen and grabbed three wine glasses.

He handed the bottle and glasses to you. Without another word, he started walking back toward where the two men from before were.

“I’ve got to get the dining hall set up for tonight, in the meantime, I’d like you to entertain our guests. Pour them some wine and a glass for myself. It won’t take me long so just keep them in place until I get back,” He ordered.

“Yes sir,” You replied.

When you two got back to the room, he told Luke and Jan what he’d be doing then left to get to work. With him gone, you carefully set the glasses down, one next to each of the men then one by an empty chair. You carefully opened the wine, making sure you didn’t drop it even though your hands were shaking.

The two men watched your every move with amusement like they were watching a play. Every move you made you questioned, wondering if they were making fun of you in their heads.

You’d never served wine before, but you’d seen others do it before. The bright red wine flowed in a gentle cascade down into the glass, creeping up the side but never over the rim. You repeated this process until each glass had a substantial amount of wine.

“Please enjoy your drinks,” You said, bowing.

They smiled at you, although it was more unsettling than friendly, then raised their cups to their lips. Together they took a sip, testing out the flavor. The blond swirled the drink around as he tasted it, really taking it in, while the other man sipped absentmindedly.

“A lovely choice,” The blond said, raising his glass to Alucard who had just returned.

You were surprised to see him back so early, but then you remembered, he wasn’t human he could do these sorts of things.

“Thank you, I figured it’d suit you two,” Alucard replied, taking his seat.

“Have you got everything ready?” Luke asked, taking another sip.

“Yes, I’ve got all the chairs set up, the table is clean, as long as no one besides the ordinary shows up there will be plenty of room.”

“Is your cute little maid going to be there too?” Jan asked, giving you a wink.

“Of course, someone has to cater to everyone.”

“Wonderful, finally there will be something interesting at one of these meetings,” Jan continued.

Luke gave his brother a sly kick to the shin, but Jan just laughed it off. Meanwhile, you were staring at the floor in embarrassment, you didn’t enjoy the thought of being a spectacle, but with your outfit, it was hard to avoid.

“Y/N, more please,” Alucard said, holding his glass out to you.

“Yes sir,” You replied, walking over.

As you started pouring, he pulled you down towards him. You nearly spilled, but you managed to save it at the last moment.

“When the guests arrive, go greet them then lead them into the dining room. Remember, you are my servant so greet them on my behalf,” he whispered.

You nodded, pulling away since his glass was already full. Jan was also holding his glass out for a refill when you turned back around.

“Jan slow down, we can’t have you showing up to another meeting drunk,” Luke chided.

“Don’t worry, this will be my last glass,” He replied as you began to fill the glass.

After maybe an hour of small talk, there was a knock at the door. The three of them looked in its direction before standing. While they headed off toward the dining hall, you clenched your fists and headed to greet the strangers, not knowing who or what you’d find behind the door.

(Y’all should I compile this and put it on wattpad?)

[angelskyladiana]

Abandoned (Valeska)

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Chapter 1

Summary: Interest became adoration, a crush became mutual, a relationship began and their love flourished, a relationship ended and an obsession began. They said love would drive you crazy; they weren’t wrong.

Warnings: Manipulation, violence

Word Count: 3281

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The sleek maroon range rover pulled up in a visitor parking spot outside of Arkham Asylum. It was the only car there, it seemed no one else was in the mood for visiting today, or any day realistically. She shut the car off and for a moment just stared at the haunted looking building but honestly in the back of her mind it was in a way haunted.

Her outfit seemed to contrast her mood. As she felt so grey and yet she shone bright in an array of bright colours.

She wore a scale sequin yellow, pink and red dress with lace trimmings and had buttons running down the middle. The dress ended just above her knee and she complimented the outfit with a pair of brown solid heels covered in other colourful assortments. Her hair was done up in a messy bun secured with a colourful bandana with a few strands hanging forward. The only jewellery she wore were a pair of golden hoops, her make up was done simply with a golden smear on her lid.

Reyna may have looked well put together but in all honestly, she was falling a part inside.

It was a good day for the people she loved, yet for some reason one of the most painful for her. Reyna often wondered if because of her outlook on today, did it affect the happiness and joy the day brought?

Checking her face in the mirror and feeling satisfied with her poker face, Reyna grabbed her purple snake skin bag and the square package, and jumped out of the car then heading towards the asylum.

The colourful woman didn't have to walk far before she reached the door which led her straight to reception. She pulled out her visitor card as she walked up to the brown haired bobbed woman with circular glasses behind the desk. The woman, Reyna knew as Pamela, didn't look up from the screen in front of her for a moment, her face was down and looked annoyed until she looked up and saw the young woman.

Pamela's pale skin seemed to gain colour at the sight of her and her face lit up with a smile. Reyna smiled down at her, "hey, Pammy."

"S.A! Oh, dear child!" She exclaimed, reaching over the desk and enveloping the colourful girl in her arms almost knocking the parcel out of her hands, "I thought I'd never see you again!" The greying woman squeezed her tighter.

"I'm quite overdue for a visit, aren't I?" Reyna laughed, hugging her back just as tight before they separated from the embrace.

Still holding each others hands, Pamela's smile never faded as she spoke, "Well, I'd rather you stay away from this mad house but selfishly I wish you'd visit more."

She smiled sadly, "I'm so sorry Pammy, things have been hectic at home and work, but we finished the house recently and I'd love for you to visit."

"That sounds lovely," Pamela beamed before finally letting go of the darker skinned woman and sitting down, looking through the visitors log, "now, who would you be here to see today? Or is it just a family visit?"

"Not a family visit today, unfortunately, but I'll come back and see them all soon," Reyna replied, "I'm here to see Jerome Valeska."

Her crystal blue eyes looked up at her in disbelief, her mouth opening like a goldfish and then shutting again before she finally spoke, "are you sure?"

Reyna's laughed awkwardly, "yes, I'm sure."

"Dear, I must warn you... he's not someone you ought to be near,"

"I can handle myself, Pammy," She continued, "I know him, don't worry I know what I'm doing."

Pamela looked up at her sceptically, "Very well, dear..." She trailed, reaching her hand out or Reyna's visitor pass and then scanning it before handing it back to her. Her eyes looked up from the rims of her circular glasses, "you be careful S.A,  this ones not exactly like the others."

"I will, thanks Pam," She spoke before walking over to security who took her handbag and kept it on the outside of where the patients were and then once checking her parcel let her through.

These minimal security precautions were exclusive for the brunette as over the years she had visited so much and gained trust from the company and especially from Hugo Strange himself. But truth be told out of everyone in the asylum, Reyna was the safest and not just because the staff trusted her, but the patients too.

Her heels made a sharp sound that echoed through the halls of the mental institution summoning the interest of patients behind the metal fence. Many faces turned to look at her, some with familiarity and others with interest because of some inmates reactions.

A guard smiled at the known woman, automatically opening the door for her to step through into the hoard of perceived crazies. Immediately three walked up to her, Nigel, Carl and Daedolous all of which stared at her with a smile and waved at her before Aaron Helzinger ran up and threw his arms around her, almost knocking her over and forcing her to place the square brown package on the table next to her. For any normal person this would be considered a death sentence to be in the arms of the gigantic man, as he had murdered his entire family with those hands but in her mind there was no need to worry about the friendly giant. Aaron just wished for love and above all acceptance, one of her specialties.

He pulled away, a grin still lit up his face bearing his teeth at her. Her hand reached up to his cheek, smiling up at his brightly, "Aaron, its so nice to see you! How are you?"

"Good.." he grunted, still seeming in a daze at the young woman and practically day dreaming in front of her or perhaps reminiscing the last time he saw her.

"That's lovely, are you getting along with everyone?" Reyna questioned.

He looked up at the roof in thought before nodding almost comically at her and muttering an ecstatic, "yup!"

Her smile never faltered, "Thats good Aaron. Now I have an appointment and I must be punctual but I promise we'll talk more before I leave, ok?"

His face seemed to drop and an upset and almost depressed expression overtook it, that was until Reyna reached up on her tip toes and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. His face lit up again and hand immediately held the cheek she touched in shock, "ok...." he murmured lightly, watching as she picked up the package, sauntering further into the sea of madness.

Reyna knew exactly where she was headed, at the back of the common room was the entrance to another small caged off area that held a single table and two chair, not the most private area but better than nothing she supposed.

At the last table before the gated room three particular inmates noticed her walking by. Barbara Kean sat up from leaning against Richard Sionis, her eyes narrowing in on the bright beauty, interest dancing in her bright blue orbs. Greenwood sat on the other side of the table watching her every mood with a deep hunger in his eyes, what type of hunger was the question regarding the cannibal.

Richard's bright blue eyes widened and he instantly jumped up off the seat making Barbara fall backwards slightly and bracing herself with her arms as to not fall on the ground.

His eyes were wide and somewhat terrifying as he approached the shorter woman, his arms wide as if expecting her to run into them. "Reyna!" he called.

Reyna repressed the urge to roll her eyes at the sight of him, over the past years she had visited the Asylum she noticed every change that would occur even if she didn't visit for months and so she obviously noticed the control the disgraced CEO held over Arkham. Meaning Reyna had to play nice or who knows what he would do.

"Mr Sionis," She spoke through gritted teeth.

His arms wrapped around her covered shoulders, taking her slightly off her heels to bring her closer, "how many times do I have to say it? Please, call me Richard." She swore she heard him smell her as she struggled to pull away from him.

"Of course, my bad," Her jaw clenched yet still she kept up the facade with bright eyes, "Richard."

"That's better. I haven't seen you in months, why haven't you been visiting? Where have you been?" He interrogated, his face turning serious in a second. Richard still held her tightly by her forearms, the parcel was the only thing separating them and she thanked whatever God that she had brought it.

"I've been meaning to visit but life's so busy outside the walls, I'll visit more now that it's all calmed down though, promise."

"I will hold you to that promise, Reyna." His hands seemed to shake as he gawked at the brunette, "I've missed you so much... Your weekly visits used to mean so much to me."

A sigh escaped her lips, "I'm sorry, Rich, I will make sure to visit next week and we can have as much of a chat as you want."

"That sounds lovely, Reyna." he agreed, his grip on her loosening. Reyna thought she deserved an Oscar for her performance in dealing with Richard Sionis. Out of all the 'freaks' in here, she somehow felt most uncomfortable around the manipulator. Richard was a forty-five year old disgraced CEO who found joy in controlling others and even greater joy in having possession of the nineteen year old. Disgusting, he could practically be her father.

Her lips dragged upwards and a fake look of sadness graced her face, "now I have an appointment I can't miss but I will see you soon, Richard."

"You better," he chuckled, although obviously there was a hidden meaning behind his words, "I can't wait."

Richard brought her into another too tight and too long hug before she merrily pushed him away and trotted off faster than before.

"Hi, honey!" Greenwood waved, earning him a small wave in return.

Richard walked back around the table, his eyes not once leaving the woman's retreating form. Barbara glared back and forth at the two men, annoyed that their attention was so easily taken from her and given to the stranger. She pulled Richard's arm down harshly, keeping him at eye level so he could not look away to the other woman. "Who was that?" Barbara demanded.

Reyna seemed to walk slower the closer she got to the room, she could see his flaming hair through the gates, he was facing away from her, and that somehow terrified her. His hands were moving around in the air erratically as he spoke to the guard standing in the corner.

"So, uh, who's visit me, huh? Is it dear ol' uncle Zach? Wait, am I in trouble? Oh, goodie!" he cackled, "no but seriously... I wanna know! What's goin' on? Oh God, its not my dear old dad, is it?" He ranted, his voice and actions shifting at every word, she could already tell his eyes were being directed everywhere he could see.

"Oh god, I don't look like Cicero, do I?" Reyna questioned, the door shutting behind her as the guard in the room left. At the sound of her voice Jerome's movements halted all together, like a statue, as if he were a victim of Medusa herself.

Summoning all the courage she had left, the brightly dressed woman walked around the table, examining the face she knew so well. Placing the package to the left of the table, she sat down in front of him, but neither uttered a single syllable. It seemed an unrealistic reaction from the usual joyous red head.

"I was shocked to hear he was your father," She began, not getting a response from him, "Lila really had no standards did she?" Reyna chuckled, still not getting a single response from him.

Her fingers tapped against the table and suddenly she felt uncomfortable under his gaze. "So.. who gets custody of the snake?"

"Sheba." He corrected immediately, teeth grinding and jaw clenching.

"Right, I forgot,"

"Hmm, happens when you disappear for five years, or I imagine it would, I don't know I can't speak from experience like you,"

"Romey-"

"Don't you Romey me!" He hollered, voice raising and his eyes wide with anger, "Ya run away? Fine. Doesn't mean I'm gonna want ya when ya come crawlin' back!"

Reyna looked down at her hands, she hummed, "I didn't run, and you know exactly why I left Jerome,"

"Oh yeah!" He scoffed, "someone got a little jealous and split! And I thought jealousy was my specialty..." He continued, both of them thinking about the many times he had shown his ridiculous possessive side and it got the worst of him.

"Jealousy is a common trait, sharing is caring Romey," She chided, knowing the fruitless times she had said those very words and how much it haunted the man in front of him. His frown deepened even greater as she spoke, who would've thought that this joker could be made to frown by such few words?

"I told you not to call me that!" Jerome yelled, his fist hitting the table making a loud bang echo around the room. Reyna jumped in her seat at the sound, causing it to skid back an inch, her lips falling into a pout. His green eyes stared into hers and she gulped, breathing shakily as a grin spread across his face, a laugh echoing from his throat, "oh, no, no, no, no, no, that look. I know that look! What? You think you can control me with that look like before?"

"I never-"

"Oh but ya did, I'd a done anything for ya, don't ya remember?" He interrogated, standing up in his seat and glaring down at her, "I woulda done anything for ya and I did everything for ya, but I made one mistake! One teeny tiny mistake and ya ran, didn't even say goodbye..." It seemed Jerome hadn't let go of the past and he still clung to it in hatred and disgust, when it only brought him sadness and misery.

Reyna sighed, easing her body to seem less agitated and tense, "we were kids, I was thirteen! Let the past rest Jerome."

"I told you before..." he began, stalking slowly from his seat to hers, standing in front of her like a lion ready for the kill. Jerome's form bent down to her, arms resting on her chair and the table, his head hovering over her shoulder and lips beside her ear. She still face where he was once seated as he prowled around her, she could feel his breath on her throat, "You. Don't. Control. Me. Anymore."

His breath bought shivers down her spine but not as much as when he immediately started cackling after seeing her shocked face, Jerome bent forwards walking some steps away clutching his stomach in laughter. His head swung back and he pretended to wipe a tear from his eye before looking back at her.

"So what made ya visit huh? Did he send ya?"

Reyna gathered herself as much as she could, clearing her throat before speaking, "no he didn't send me. I came on my own accord and I'd rather he knew nothing about it,"

His brow rose, "hmmm going behind his back... not wise. Control freak he is, he'd lose his mind over you running off to the looney bin,"

"He's not a control freak."

"Yeah, he is," Jerome spoke bluntly, finding it unnecessary to be anything but frank with the girl he used to know, his eyes looked her up and down but what one would think would be a desirable look it was not, he looked at her body in disgust. His nose scrunched up as if a bad smell was lingering, "he took you. He took your you,"

"Jerome that doesn't make any sense-" she began, only to be cut off immediately by the crazed ginger.

"Ya not my Andi anymore! Ya don't speak the same, ya don't dress the same, ya don't act the same. Everything that made you you, he took."

"He didn't take anything. It's called growing up. I just did it without you." Reyna spoke, finally standing from her chair and facing him.

"Hmmm, ya know what I think? I think he took plenty. I think he took it all! Was he not enough? That why you're here? To get your fix off me?" He chuckled, knowing she knew exactly what he was so vulgarly talking about. Her feet led her backwards a step each time he took one towards her, this caused him to smile, "must say ya definitely got a type..." he continued speaking watching her as he prowled around the to the desk opposite her.

"Stop. I came here to see you, not for any of that, I just..." she looked down at the ground in front of her.

"Just what?" Jerome harassed almost reaching tipping point but whether tipping point was him getting mad at her or him kissing her was unclear.

"I didn't want you to be alone, not today," Reyna sighed, going against her better judgement and walking stepping towards the table and package. Suddenly it looked as if the tables had turned and Reyna held the upper hand in the conversation.

Jerome's brow rose and his shoulders arched, leaning towards her, his weight against the table, "hmm... what exactly does that mean?"

Her fingers reached around the package, ripping the brown paper open and opening the plastic box to grab out the circular object before turning to face the ginger. "Happy birthday, Jerome." She smiled, "I got candles but I'm not allowed to light them, so we can just pretend your blowing them out," Reyna gestured to the two and zero candles set at the centre.

Jerome's head fell and stared at the table, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the table. His eyes shot, eyes clenched shut in annoyance, "figures..." he pouted, pushing off the table and strutting up in front of her. Yet again she felt his breath fall on her cheek at the close proximity. Jerome's hands reached from his sides up to the sides of her face, not letting the brunette tear her eyes from his for even a second, "you just have to make it difficult."

"Make what difficult?" Her lip twitched into a slight frown, hers looked far more innocent than his, who looked slightly maddened.

His face looked uncharacteristically sympathetic, he got as close as he possibly could to her before he spoke. "Hating you." He stated, taking his right hand off her cheek and lowering it to the side of the cake, peeling off some frosting and taking it to his lips. His stare didn't break as his tongue escaped his mouth to lick the frosting on his finger. Jerome hummed in delight, his mouth curving upwards.

"Yummy."

[annathewitch]

An Entire Ocean

Summary: Bones x reader, pirate!au. Autumn 1715. Travelling from Boston to Barbados to meet your betrothed, your ship is captured by Black Jim and the pirates of the dread ship Enterprise, including the tall, dark and objectionable Bones. Part 1 of about 3.

Word Count: 5500

Warnings: Swearing, panic attack, may be further warnings in future parts.

A/N: Written for the @yourtropegirl Historical AU challenge Golden Age of Piracy era. This has been so much fun, but is totally outside of my normal writing experience! I hope you enjoy! Title is from a poem by Nikita Gill.

Standing at the rail near the prow of the Mary Charlotte as it sliced a steady path through gentle rolling swells, you turned your face into the spray and inhaled deep breaths of fresh salty air. After being confined belowdecks for the last days to suffer the wild pitching and tossing of the barque during a most tiresome storm, you were relieved and excited to feel sun and the rush of a warm Atlantic breeze.

Although it felt uncharitable to think it, you were secretly pleased that Mrs Stewart did not yet feel equal to emerging from the cabin you shared. While you had disliked the feeling of being thrown about your berth, your companion had been left retching miserably at every movement. 

However, her seasickness had not prevented the matron from assuming her usual stern, disapproving demeanour and she had scolded you soundly to properly dress your hair and tighten your stays before leaving the cabin. When you grumbled that it wasn’t as if you had the need or inclination to impress any gentlemen on the ship, she merely narrowed her eyes and repeated the promise she had made to your elderly aunt, to ensure you maintained proper Boston standards of decorum until your safe delivery to your betrothed, even if savage seamen were unlikely to appreciate it.

It chafed at you that everyone treated you like some beautifully wrapped, fragile package, to be carefully couriered to the allotted destination, while you had very little say in the matter. It was only your future after all. But while Mrs Stewart recovered her spirits you were free to wander the ship at your pleasure and enjoy a small amount of liberty and excitement. Perhaps the last I shall get. 

Shaking your head, you squashed that melancholy thought and picked your way carefully across the deck, minding the orderly bustle of seamen going about their work, to approach the steps to the quarterdeck. The Captain had generously given you leave to sit up there, as long as you kept out of the way, and you had found it to be a perfect spot to observe the daily routine of the ship, and to read a little. 

A man of few words, Captain Carter politely expressed his pleasure at seeing you up and about, before returning to the business of adjusting course, and, abandoning your parasol, you settled on your little wooden stool with your book open on your lap. Orders were bellowed to the crew, Topmen dropped sails and as the Mary Charlotte tacked, she heeled to starboard to better catch the wind and propel you more quickly to Barbados.

Since leaving the dull, comfortable familiarity of your Aunt’s home in Boston some weeks earlier, your final destination and your future life there had never been far from your mind. When your father had visited last year, he had hinted at the possibility of your marrying, but it had come as a surprise when his letter had arrived in the spring presenting your betrothal to the son of a dear friend as a fait accompli. Some great service had been rendered by that family and your father had considered it a debt of honour to be settled through offering the hand of his only daughter. 

Over the summer, whatever childish hopes you had held for a match of mutual feeling you suppressed, until you were resigned to the inevitability of your marriage to a man you had no more than a vague childhood recollection of. You trusted your father, and felt your sense of duty keenly. However, that did nothing to quell the growing nervousness, as each mile brought you closer to Barbados, that you were to live with a virtual stranger for the rest of your days, in a place you could barely remember. Fingering the locket that was your mother’s, you swallowed the lump in your throat and attempted to absorb the lines of French on the page of your book. 

Some miles away, just out of the view of the watchful eyes of the midshipman in the Mary Charlotte’s crow’s nest, another vessel was lying to, sails furled and riding the gentle swells. Waiting. 

On the main deck of the ship a dark-haired man leaned against the rails, staring contemplatively out at the vast expanse of ocean. These days, he didn’t often wonder at the strange turns his life had taken, but today was different. It marked four years since he had discovered the treachery of women and taken to the sea to try and forget. It had been the whim of a drunk, and he had fully expected the disease and danger of seafaring to kill him, but here he was alive and well. And restless.

As he frowned at the unwelcome intrusion of long abandoned hopes, he was joined by a younger man, who leaned back against the hammock netting beside him and sighed.

“It’s too quiet. We are overdue some excitement.”

The first man huffed and turned to the other with a grim smile. “For once I find myself in need of some distraction too. We should not linger here too long, or we risk discovery by those who would dearly like to capture this ship and it’s notorious captain. I’m sure that’s not the kind of excitement you imply.”

“No my friend.” The younger man paused. “It is your anniversary is it not?” Receiving only a grunt in reply he continued, “I may not be a well-educated man, but I know enough to tell you not to let the past rob you of your future.”

The other opened his mouth to form a cynical reply, after all what sort of future could he expect, but he was forestalled by an excited shout from the top of the mainsail. “Sail-ho! A merchantman!”

His friend grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. “Looks like Chekov has found us that excitement. Time to gussy up Bones!” 

“Aye Captain,” he muttered, but the ship’s master was already halfway across the deck, shouting orders to set the sails and come about. There would be plenty of time, and plenty of rum, to be melancholy later.

The first you knew that something was amiss, was when the shrill sound of the bosun’s whistle was heard from above decks. You had been about to sit down to a noon meal in the officers wardroom, but the urgency of the sound sent your company scurrying up the companionway and, curious, you made to follow them. 

As you emerged out of the hatch onto the main deck, cursing your skirts for being so cumbersome, there was a strange kind of tension and an unusual stillness had fallen over the vessel. The crew, to a man, were staring up at the top of the mainsail where the midshipman on watch had been joined by the Chief Mate. He had his legs looped in the rigging and his spyglass trained on the far horizon in the wake of the ship. After a few moments he stowed the glass and rubbed the back of his hand across his forehead, before shouting “‘Tis a frigate. No colours.”

A low murmuring started amongst the crew, and you knew as well as they did that a ship flying no colours was an ominous sign. They leapt to action as a series of orders were issued and you pressed yourself against a rail out of the way. From there, looking out towards the horizon, your naked eye could just discern the white smudge of sails, almost blending into the wispy clouds. Eventually a midshipman tugged on your sleeve.

“Begging your pardon miss, but the Captain would like a word.”  He escorted you onto the quarterdeck where you waited as Carter observed the progress of the unknown vessel with a worried frown. 

“Miss Y/L/N, you seem a sensible young lady, so I will be blunt. It appears we are being pursued and there is every chance that it is by pirates.” You swallowed thickly, having your suspicions confirmed.

“Are we in danger Captain Carter?” 

He paced a couple of steps up and down the deck before answering. “It is a frigate, and likely faster than this lady, we are laden with cargo. We will try and outrun them and the men are trimming the sails as we speak. But should they catch up with us it is hard to know what they may do. If I give the order you must lock yourself in your cabin with Mrs Stewart and I will do my best to see that you come to no harm.”

It was more words than he had spoken to you for the entire voyage, but none of the others had shaken you so. Not wanting to appear frightened or missish, you lifted your chin stubbornly and nodded crisply. “Yes sir, I will do as you say.”

Something in your expression must have betrayed you, as the Captain laid a hand on your arm and said in as soft a voice as he could manage, “Do not worry, the cargo will be their object.”

The next half hour saw a hundred minor adjustments to sail and course, each trying to get the ship to produce a vital burst of speed, but it was to no avail. Slowly the smudge of sails grew larger and more distinct and there was no doubt that the Mary Charlotte would be slowly but inevitably reeled in like a large fish. A leaden feeling grew in your gut.

At length, the stalking ship was clearly visible and Chief O’Brien raised his spyglass to see if it was possible to determine its identity. He swore under his breath, before glancing at you and apologising. “I beg your pardon miss, but Captain, I would swear on my mother’s grave that it is the Enterprise.”

Carter visibly blanched under his ruddy seafarer’s complexion. “The Enterprise? Black Jim? God help us,” he muttered. Removing his hat and wiping a hand across his damp brow, he turned to you. “Miss Y/L/N it is time for you to go belowdecks. I will come for you myself when this storm has passed.” You bobbed a curtsey and hurried to do as you were bid. 

In the cabin, Mrs Stewart was sleeping soundly and you were loathe to wake her until the situation became dire. So you shot the bolt on the cabin door and dragged your trunk across it. You tried to sit on your berth, but could not rest. Every creak and groan of the timbers, every muffled shout and footstep made you jump. So you paced the four steps up and down the narrow space between the beds, trying fruitlessly to avoid thinking about what was going on above and what fate was to befall the Mary Charlotte, until she heeled hard to port. At the same moment, the unmistakeable thunder of cannon fire rattled the very walls and your companion sat up with a scream. 

Bones climbed up the steps to the quarterdeck of the Enterprise to take his customary position behind his Captain. He was dressed to the nines in his best shirt and a richly embroidered coat, as were the rest of the crew. As a raw recruit to the ship he had laughed it off as a silly affectation, but he couldn’t deny that they made an intimidating spectacle and goddammit if it wasn’t effective. 

As he buckled on his sword and adjusted his eye patch, he saw that the pursuit had unfolded much as he had expected. Despite the desperate manoeuvres of the merchant barque, the distance between them had closed until they were perhaps a half mile apart. Though they did not know it, it was a fool’s errand to try and outrun the Enterprise with Sulu at the helm and Captain Jim Kirk’s instinctive knack for predicting the winds. There was not a more dangerous predator on the high seas.

He was joined by Mr Spock, a strange, stiff sort of fellow with a cool logical head that made him ideally suited for his role as quartermaster.

The Captain turned to them, the thrill of the chase evident in the fierce expression in his eyes. “I have a good feeling about this one, and the way we are reeling her in it is as if she was destined to be ours!”

Spock raised an eyebrow. “I do not believe it is a matter of destiny Captain, she is a large vessel and judging from the way she is sitting low in the water she is well loaded. As such she is far slower than we are, and likely to have a promising cargo. It’s an entirely logical pursuit,” he said flatly.

Kirk laughed. “Aye Spock, but destiny put her in our way. We shall overhaul them in short order, let’s put on a good show.” He winked at his two crew mates and bellowed, “All hands to their stations, man the guns! Prepare to intercept across their starboard bow.”

The main deck swarmed with activity, accompanied by the low rumble of the frigate’s thirty-six guns being run out. Crewmen lined the rails with swords and pistols, and a few marksmen climbed the rigging with muskets. They were close enough now that Bones could see the crew on the unfortunate barque scuttling around in futile preparations; even to his inexpert eye the merchant ship was not well armed.

He checked his own pair of pistols and braced against the heeling motion of the Enterprise as it overtook the Mary Charlotte and cut across her bow, throwing up a churn of white foam and spray. The other ship had no choice but to turn hard to port to avoid a collision.

“Let’s give them an Enterprise welcome lads! Fire two across their bow,” Jim ordered. The deck of the ship erupted into a deafening clamour of shouting and rattling of swords and the roar of the port cannon sent two shots whistling within feet of the Mary Charlotte’s bowsprit. A deft turn brought the Enterprise alongside its prey, guns primed and aimed, and the Captain swaggered across the quarterdeck to the port rail, heedless of several pairs of pistols aimed at him across the water. 

“Avast and back off your sails! Prepare to be boarded. Resist and we’ll show no quarter to any man,” the Captain boomed through his speaking trumpet. His counterpart and lieutenant were engaged in furious discussion and Bones waited with breath held to see if they would be sensible in the face of such odds. Not all men were, he recalled grimly, and it was such an unnecessary waste. A flag was waved to indicate acceptance and he sighed in relief.

A short while later a well-armed boarding party, including Bones, had crossed to the other ship to accept surrender. Some of the captured crew had thought they could salvage some of their damaged pride and had started a scuffle that was swiftly suppressed when one of the marksmen in the sails of the Enterprise shot Captain Carter’s hat clean off. The perpetrators were knocked out with pistol butts and lashed to the rails. 

“Keep your men under control, or you will pay the price,” Kirk smiled at his counterpart as he ascended to take control of the wheel, but the threat glinted in his eyes and he drew a pistol to drive the point home. “Are these all your hands? I don’t want to find a nasty surprise belowdecks.” 

Carter swallowed, and threw a nervous look towards his Chief Mate. “Aye, tis all my men.”

It was Spock who spotted the evidence of his prevarication, as he cast an appraising eye over the deck, he noticed the parasol tucked in the corner where you had abandoned it earlier that day. Bringing it to Kirk he cleared his throat. “Captain, unless these gentlemen are particularly careful to protect their complexion from the sun, I would surmise there are others aboard this ship.”

Bones snorted at Spock’s rare humour. Kirk’s eyes narrowed. “You are beginning to try my patience Captain Carter. Where are they?”

“They are but two female passengers, they have no part in this business, I beg of you sir leave them be.”

“Their part in this is not for you to decide,” Kirk snarled and grabbed Carter by the lapels, digging the nose of his pistol under the man’s ribs. “You think we will not search every inch of this ship anyway? Where. Are. They?” 

“One of the aft cabins.” The man gasped in relief as his captor released him.

Glancing around at his men, the Captain’s eyes came to rest on Bones who was stood with arms crossed, wearing his customary scowl. “Take Scotty and fetch them up.”

With a huff, Bones strode across the deck and jumped down the companionway steps two at a time, the wiry bosun following close behind. At the end of the berth deck was a narrow corridor with four doors. He banged his fist on each in turn before opening the door, and swearing loudly when they turned up empty, until only the last door remained. He pounded on it hard enough to rattle teeth and made to open it, but it was stuck fast. 

“Open the door and you’ll not be harmed,” he bellowed loud enough to make even Mr Scott wince. 

The only sound from within was a muffled sobbing. Bones slammed his hand on the doorframe. It was bad enough that Jim sent him to fetch the women, but to have to deal with female hysterics? An unwelcome memory of his life as a country doctor flashed into his head. “Goddammit! Open the bloody door!”

“Beggin’ yer pardon Bones, but yer as like to terrify ‘em, as get ‘em t’open tha door,” Scotty suggested with a wry smile. 

“I have no patience for this,” he muttered in return before backing up and aiming a series of forceful kicks at the hinges of the cabin door. To his satisfaction the wood splintered and the door buckled inwards kept up only by a piece of furniture that was blocking it. Together with Scotty he shouldered the door in, shoving the offending trunk with it. 

There was a second’s silence, then the sound of shattering glass and Scotty stumbled towards him clutching his bleeding head.

After the blast of the cannons, you had to quickly calm a terrified Mrs Stewart. As you explained hastily what had happened and tried to quiet the moans of terror from the older woman, you couldn’t help but think that surely this scene should be the other way around. Thankfully there were no further blasts and no terrifying sounds of wood splintering, or cries of injured men, only a vast deal of hooting and hollering and the amplified sound of someone shouting through a trumpet, but you couldn’t make out the words.

Eventually there was a scraping sound and the creak and groan of timbers and ropes, followed by a great thunder of footsteps and more shouting. A single gunshot sounded and your heart leapt into your throat hoping that none of the crew had been felled. Things went quiet after that, and you sat on the edge of Mrs Stewart’s bunk rubbing her back gently. Perhaps all would be well.

However, the sound of heavy footsteps sounded, drawing closer down the berth deck followed by a deafening pounding on one of the other cabin doors and a deep rough voice that you did not recognise, demanding entry. Your heart raced, as the man drew closer and your companion began to wail and sob.

Frantically looking around for some sort of weapon with which to defend yourself, you lamented the bad luck that your parasol had been abandoned on deck. Being able to wield its sturdy handle as a club would have made you feel much more courageous. But it was too late, as the pounding reached your door, and you hushed Mrs Stewart, grabbed the bottle containing your rosewater from the dresser and pressed yourself against the wall beside the door.

The angry voice demanded entry, but you did not comply and there was muttering and another voice then the awful sound of something battering against the door, until the hinges gave with an awful crack, and the intruders had barged the door in. Screwing your eyes closed, you lashed out with the bottle in your fist and smashed it over the head of the man nearest you, who stumbled into the other. 

Gripping your rosewater soaked skirts in the other hand you moved to put yourself between Mrs Stewart and these barbarians, waving the broken stump of glass in front of you. You saw you had hit the smaller of the two men who was now leaning on the doorpost rubbing blood away from a gash on his forehead, and his large friend loomed, wide as the doorway, face twisted in a grimace of displeasure. 

“Stay back! I will slash you, do not think I won’t!” You shouted, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. But the great dark haired brute merely sneered and glared out of his single eye before grabbing your wrist and pressing his thumb between the bones until you yelped in pain and dropped the makeshift weapon. Instinctively, you swung your free hand to slap him, but he caught that too, and backed you up his body pressing you against the far wall, arms pinned at your sides. No one had ever manhandled you like this before. Suddenly it was hard to breathe.

“Goddammit no you won’t, you little hellion,” he growled an inch away from your face. The brush of his hot breath made you shiver. “Scotty, bind her wrists.” He stepped back and pulled your hands out in front of you and the shorter man made swift work of tying them together with a narrow piece of rope. “Now her,” he nodded at poor Mrs Stewart who was shocked into silence and huddled on her berth. 

“She dinnae look like she’ll give us bother Bones,” he protested in broad Scotch brogue, rubbing his gingery beard.

“No, she is frightened enough already, please do not.” It was a hopeless plea you thought. This man was a pirate, cold and unprincipled. He stared down at you intently with his one eye the colour of seaweed, his grip still firm on your bruised wrists, until you looked away at his scrutiny.

“Very well. Let’s get them up top.” The man named Scotty, helped a compliant Mrs Stewart to her feet and steered her through the door. Shocked at your captor’s acquiescence, he had to pull you into motion and you stumbled. He growled, “Do I need to hoist you over my shoulder like a sack of flour?”

Indignation foamed in your chest and unable to form words, you merely shook your head, and stuck out your chin stubbornly before climbing over the remains of the door and allowing the beastly man to lead you like an animal above deck. You heard him sigh and mutter something unintelligible as he tugged you along.

Up on the quarterdeck, you discovered that piracy was not the quick business you had assumed. Scotty steered Mrs Stewart over to the little stool you had been settled on only hours before and the awful Bones handed you over to the supervision of the Scotsman with a scowl, before going to confer with his Captain. 

It relieved you that the pirate Captain spared you little more than a passing glance, while issuing orders to his men to search and secure all valuable cargo and, in short order, goods were brought up from the hold, inspected and transferred to the pirate ship. You stifled a cry when you saw that amongst the haul were the trunks of your trousseau. Yards of beautiful fabrics, delicate garments that you had spent hours stitching. Superficial it might be, but they had been your consolation in the midst of the uncertain feelings about your marriage. 

Captain Carter looked chagrined, as well he might having failed to give you the protection he promised. Trying to distract yourself from your fear and discomfort at the heat of the afternoon sun beating down on you, you cast your eye around you taking a better look at your captors. 

To a man they were ostentatiously dressed, clearly these were a successful pirate crew. The Captain himself in a long black velvet coat with gold buttons and embroidery, a rich yellow silk sash and a shirt with acres of lace at the collar and sleeves, cut a figure that you would have called dashing were he not a pirate and a scoundrel. Scotty beside you wore a deep red brocade waistcoat with trimmings as fine as any you had seen in New York, and a beautiful scarf tied around his head now marred with blood from the wound you had inflicted.

However, despite your disdain for the man, your eye was drawn to the tall, broad figure of Bones, now standing a little apart, feet planted and arms crossed over his chest. His long dark hair was neatly clubbed back and his beard trimmed close. He was a little less flamboyant than the others in a deep blue coat with embroidered hem and cuffs, and a fine lawn shirt with an impeccably tied stock at his throat. His sword belt was worked with gold inlays and if you were honest he could have passed as a gentleman, had it not been for the pair of pistols, the eye patch and the ever present glower that marked him as a dangerous man. 

Scotty saw the direction of your stare and chuckled grimly. “Aye lass, yer dinnae want ta anger Bones any more than yer have. He’s quite a temper on him and nae love towards womenfolk in general.”

As if aware that he was the topic of conversation, his gaze turned to you across the deck and he frowned. You levelled your most ferocious glare back at him locking eyes until you realised you had become the object of the pirate Captain’s scrutiny too. Kirk glanced at Bones, then with an amused grin he gestured to Scotty for you to be brought forward. 

He regarded you silently for a few seconds, looking you up and down with cool blue eyes in a manner that suggested he had appraised the worth of every item of your attire, and the likely shape of everything underneath, before smiling most charmingly and tipping his hat. “Captain James Kirk at your service madam.” You stayed pointedly silent, which only made him grin even more rakishly. “You must be Miss Y/L/N. Pray, why are you bound for Barbados?”

“I do not see what business it is of yours, sir,” you replied mockingly, all the while suppressing the lurching sensation in your stomach. 

“No matter, Miss Y/L/N.” The smile vanished and he stared, a calculating look in his eye, before nodding to you and turning away to issue another order to his crew. “Ready a dinghy for Captain Carter here. We cannot leave without making an example of him for his attempts at deception.”  Carter blanched, but to his credit stood proudly.

“He is to be set adrift, sir?” You gasped, incredulous, thinking of the poor man’s family in Boston. “That is barbaric!”

Kirk swung around to face you again, his expression hard. “Why, yes Miss Y/L/N. It is an unfortunate necessity in this business to ensure absolute compliance in future. Just think, I could have ordered the whole ship scuttled.”

As he moved to step past you, you grabbed at his sleeve. “But surely there is something else you could do? He surely cannot survive being set adrift so far from civilisation!”

He looked down at your bound wrists and then back up at you with a spark of interest. “Perhaps there is Miss Y/L/N,” he said thoughtfully. “I will make you a deal. In exchange for Captain Carter’s life, you will agree to be taken as our hostage on board the Enterprise. We will ransom you in Bridgetown back to your family.”

You felt suddenly lightheaded as all the blood rushed from your face. You distantly heard Carter cry a protestation at this most abominable offer, but it surprised you more to see Bones step up to  Kirk and hiss at him, “Are you out of your goddamn mind Jim!”

“She is clearly well to do Bones, we should get a pretty sum in ransom.”

“I don’t like it. Hostage taking is a messy business as you well know. And she’s a damned woman!” He glared at his Captain much as he had glared at you earlier. Perhaps he was generally predisposed to be displeased.

“I can see that,” Kirk replied drily, eyes lingering over your décolletage. “My mind is made up. It is the lady’s choice. Well?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, it was no kind of choice at all when a man’s life was at stake. “I will do it.”

The pirate Captain laughed, “By God she has more courage than the rest of this lot put together!” He shot a scathing look at Carter. “Do not fret sir, upon my honour I will see that she is unharmed.” 

He stepped up to you and reached out to take a lock of your hair that you had carefully curled over your shoulder that morning, smoothing it through his fingers. With a flash of intuition, you had the awful feeling that this pirate had just gotten exactly what he wanted. As he laid the lock down, his hand traced across your collarbone. “Miss Y/L/N, that is a lovely necklace you are wearing.” And before you had time to protest, he pulled your mother’s locket from your neck and tossed it to Bones. “Keep it safe for me. We will need it for ransom.”

“You are a thief and a scoundrel! My father and my fiancé will see you hang for this!” you spat in outrage. This man had no honour at all. 

He tipped his hat again, with a smirk. “Oh, I doubt it. But they will pay a pretty penny to have you returned. Scotty, escort our guest aboard the Enterprise.”

As the Scotsman led you away your stubborn facade finally cracked and you felt tears pool in your eyes which you dashed away with your fists. The heat and exhaustion hit you like bricks, and suddenly it seemed much harder to breathe, but you steadfastly put one foot in front of the other across the gangplank, trying not to imagine what fate awaited amongst the din of victorious pirates on the other side.

Bones turned away from his Captain, anger barely suppressed below the surface, and saw you clutch awkwardly at your blue silk petticoats and stumble across the plank between ships. This whole escapade was sheer madness and unlikely to end well. Kirk clapped him on the shoulder. “I have a feeling about this one Bones, trust me.”

As he watched the crew of the Mary Charlotte be herded down into the hold to be locked up, and the Enterprise crew climb the rigging to cut lines and slash down sails, the scent of roses seemed to linger in the air. He shook his head in resignation. “I damn well hope you’re right Captain.” With a deep sigh, he strode across to the steps and descended to the main deck. He couldn’t shake the sense of foreboding he had, but perhaps it was simply the melancholy mood that had plagued him all day. Back on the Enterprise there would be rum, and maybe he could chase this black mood away. 

He tugged at his stock to loosen it as he walked. By god it was hot in this get up, and he had been standing in the sun for what felt like hours. As he crossed the gangplank it occurred to him that he should offer you some salve for your skin. A coddled miss like you was probably not used to the exposure and would suffer for it tomorrow. 

But his anticipated oblivion, would have to wait. As he jumped down onto the deck of the Enterprise, it was clear that something had caused a commotion. A raucous cluster of crew had formed around the bottom of the main mast where he could see a flash of pale blue, and they were cheering and yelling. With a sinking feeling, Bones knew before he elbowed his way through what the cause would be, and sure enough, there at the centre of the knot you were pressed against the mast with Scotty in front of you brandishing his sword at the other men and issuing an impressive string of Celtic curses.

“Goddammit, bringing a woman on board as part of the prize, what were you thinking Jim?” he growled to himself. He yanked a pistol out of his belt and fired it in the air. “Avast! You best be going about your business smartly lads,” he roared. “This woman is under the Captain’s protection. He won’t be too pleased to see her manhandled.” He stared down the men in the front, and with some grumbling at the end of their sport, they dispersed.

He turned to see what damage had been done, and you were leaning heavily against the mast, eyes wide in fright and fighting for breath, hands pressed against your chest. Your face was ashen, and a fine sheen of sweat beaded your brow. You slid down, knees buckling, and Bones lunged toward you cursing up a storm. 

As he seized you under the arms you twisted and fought, gasping “no, please no...” but he paid you no heed and grasping the front of your gown ripped it open where it was pinned to the stomacher to expose your stays. 

He was caught unaware as you lashed out with your feet landing a vicious kick to his shin and stamping on his foot. “Dammit all to hell you little spitfire!” he bellowed, his face twisting in pain Reaching into his boot he pulled out a short blade, and at the sight of it the fight seemed to go out of you. You were struggling to breathe in shallow rasps, and he wrestled your gown down your arms as far as the bindings would allow. As he flipped you over so you lay on your front across his bent knee, he felt you go limp as you passed out. 

Swiftly running the blade of his knife up the laces of your stays, Bones tore them away from you and turned you over again in his arms, relieved to see you take some unhindered breaths though you remained unconscious. Carefully, he cut the binding on your wrists. Then he scooped you up and, glowering at Scotty who stared dumbly at the scene before him, carried you across the deck to the hatch down to the berth deck and the sickbay below. 

Pain throbbed in his leg with every step, and he cursed the fates, the universe and Jim bloody Kirk for landing him in the middle of an entire ocean, with a woman who was nothing but pure unadulterated trouble.

TO BE CONTINUED...

A/N: Its quite a lot of set up in this first part, there will be more Bones and reader from now on!

Tags: tagging a couple of people who have expressed interest in this, happy to add or remove. I have a tag list for Falling, but not sure if people on that want to be tagged in all fics, so if you do, just let me know. 

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Wish You Were Here (Tom Holland Smut)

request: i think it was kinda? someone wanted phone sex w tom so here we are i’m too lazy to find it but anon one’s for u babe <3

short summary: tom was a little shit this whole week about the fresh cut and it got u all hot and bothered when he finally posted a pic so u know seeing as u can’t see him phone sex will have to do

length: 1.6k words

warnings: smut

A/N: i’m sorry i know i said i was working on 2 angsty peter fics but i knew i needed to write this as soon as he finally stopped being a snake and showed us that dope cut bc goddamn it looks fucking NICE i’m so s o r r y 
pls forgive me

You toyed with yourself as you paced around your bedroom. Not knowing what exactly to do, you were at a loss. You didn’t want to cave, but at the same time you were beyond caring. The reward would be too great if you would just succumb to your wants.

Tom hadn’t only been messing with his fans all week, but you too. What started as a simple joke tweet had amassed into hysteria in his fandom. He’d initially planned on only waiting a day before showing the world a simple selfie of his new hair cut, but after seeing everyone freak out he decided to take it a step further and mess with everyone for a few days.

Despite the fact that he promised you a picture once it was done, he thought it would be funny to keep you in the dark as well. Every day that the two of you had skyped this week, he made sure a hoodie was placed securely on his head, not a strand of hair peeking out. Not even Harrison would help you when you sent him desperate texts for just one photo. The little assholes.

But, mere minutes ago your phone buzzed with a post notification on instagram. You’d been in the middle of doing some long overdue laundry, but you nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw it was from Tom’s account.

Unlocking your phone at lightening speed, you were nearly drooling once seeing the hair cut. It wasn’t as big of a change as your were expecting, but it still looked...insanely hot. And had his muscles been getting bigger? 


Fuck it, you finally decided, dialing your boyfriend. You sat on your bed, impatiently tapping your bare foot against the carpet as the ringing of your phone echoed in your ears. If he didn’t pick up, you were going to implode.

“Hey Y/N,” you heard seconds later. You groaned when it was Harrison picking up instead of Tom. Ignoring his bright greeting, you launched straight into your mission.

“Where’s Tom? Also I love how now you can talk to me since the hair’s out,” you half joked, half scolded. You could hear him laugh on the other end of the phone. 


“He stepped out for a minute, though I’m sure he’ll be overjoyed to hear from you when he’s back,” Harrison replied. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice and wanted nothing more to smack it off his face. Those little shits.

The two of you proceeded to have useless small talk about things going on in your respective lives until you heard a muffled noise from the other end that sounded like your boyfriend.

Harrison why are you on my phone? Give it here, who is it?

“Surprise bitch,” you said monotonously into the receiver.

“Y/N, darling, is everything alright?” he asked innocently as Harrison stepped out. You didn’t believe it for a second. You weren’t even mad anymore you just had an intense longing to have him by your side to fuck you senseless. 


“I need you, Tom,” you whined. “It’s not fair for you to get to tease me all damn week and then just drop this masterpiece on instagram.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to get you all hot and bothered,” he said with sympathy. He wasn’t sorry though. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

“God, I just hate you so much sometimes for pulling shit like this. But I just want you so bad,” you muttered, throwing your head back into the pillows on your bed.

“I’m all yours for the taking,” Tom quietly said, his voice dropping a few octaves. “Can you do something for me, love?”

You nodded slowly, but realized he wasn’t next to you. “Almost anything.”

“I want you to touch yourself for me. Use those hands of yours to fuck your pretty little pussy for me,” he commanded, biting his lip slightly at the mental image he was conjuring of you in your bed. “Can you do that?”


“Okay,” you whispered as you changed to speaker phone and put your phone next to you head. Tom let out a brief tsk.

“Speak up darling, I need to hear your voice. Are you gonna be a good girl for me, Y/N?” he reprimanded lightly.

“Yes Tom, I promise,” you mewled louder, slowly dragging your shorts down your legs in anticipation.

“That’s better,” he sighed contentedly. He stuck a hand down his pants, giving his shaft a few strokes and letting out a few strangled moans that made your insides quake and left your panties more soaked than they already were.

“Put two of those fingers in your mouth, get them nice and wet,” Tom ground out, as he imagined your lips around his half hard cock.

You did as he asked, letting out a small moan as you heard him fumbling with his belt buckle on the other end of the phone, sliding down his pants and boxers in one swift motion.

"God I wish I could see you right now," Tom muttered gruffly on his end of the receiver. "About to finger fuck yourself just for me, eyes glazed over in ecstasy. Those beautiful cheeks flushed in excitement."

You whimpered as his voice echoed around your small bedroom, clinging on to his every word. You heard shuffling on his end of the phone and a belt buckle, signaling that he was likely to get off on this conversation too.

"I miss you, Tom, I want you so badly. I need you so badly," you whimpered as you pulled your fingers from your mouth. 


“I know, god, I miss those lips of yours. My hand just doesn’t compare,” he laughed softly as you smiled a bit.

Your breathing hitched as Tom let out a particularly 
guttural moan while running his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, unbeknownst to you. You closed your eyes, imagining that he was right next to you, instead of many miles away in Montreal. His voice brought you back to reality for a moment.

“Play with that sweet pussy of yours,” he commanded lightly. “Take two of those slim fingers and stroke yourself, just a little bit. Nothing too much.”

You found yourself transfixed in a small haze, doing exactly as he asked of you. Slipping a hand into your panties, you shallowly dipped a finger into your soaking pussy. Wetness flooded the cracks between your fingers, and you whined at the skin to skin contact.

“Talk to me, darling, how are you feeling?” he asked you sultrily.

“My fingers don’t compare to yours,” you pouted lightly. “But fuck, this feels good. Hearing your voice as I touch myself.”

“Mmm that’s what I like to hear,” Tom said, a smirk on his face. He took a moment to spit on his hand before placing it back on his cock, picking up the pace of his hand, his hips bucking up a little bit as he twitched.

“I wanna put them deeper, can I put them deeper?” you asked innocently. He always made you ask before letting you take yourself over completely, finger fucking yourself with all the effort you could muster.

“Go ahead, baby, play with your clit. I wanna be able to hear the sounds of your wetness being completely fucked, I want you to hear your helpless whimpers,” he said while brushing his thumb over the sensitive head of his dick again, letting out a small moan.

You obliged, finally shoving your fingers rhythmically in and out, trying to replicate some of Tom’s techniques to bring yourself to your high faster. You imagined his toned body next to yours, imagining his fingers inside of you as you would grip at one of his biceps, or his freshly trimmed hair. You whimpered into your phone instead.

“Tom,” you chanted weakly with every stroke of your fingers. You began to finally reach and brush at your g-spot, a very pointed whine coming from your throat at this newfound wave of pleasure.

“I’m right here, darling, I’m right here,” he slurred as your whine caused his dick to twitch and his hips buck up higher in his seat. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the sound of your juices against your fingers reverberated across the otherwise quiet room.

You bit at your bottom lip as you felt a small wave of excitement rushed through your body. Tom was almost as much of a mess as you were on the other end of the line. His hand was soaked with his own precum, and he was almost ready to burst.

“Are you close, honey? Are you gonna come for me soon?” he asked you, wanting to make sure that you came before him or at the same time as him. You let out a breathy moan before your mind could formulate a response to break from your lips.

“T-Tom, I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” you got out as a violent spasm shook your legs in anticipation. You were starting to see spots in your vision, your head spinning in pure ecstasy.

“Let it go for me, kitten, come all over those pretty fingers of yours. Keep those beautiful eyes open, watch yourself come undone by your own fingers,” he wheezed out, ready to reach his own high.

“I love you so much,” you all but screamed as you finally let yourself go. You tried to keep your eyes open, you really did, but it was nearly impossible with the amount of pleasure shooting through your veins.

You could hear Tom letting out a low groan that increased in volume as he released more and more. A symphony of your name and many curse words fell from his lips as he envisioned you right there next to him in Montreal.

“God, I can’t wait to have your sexy self back in my arms,” he whispered after finishing. He slowly got up to find some towels in his trailer to clean himself off with. You blushed at the thought of what he’d do to you if he actually had you at his disposal right now.

You heaved a sigh as both you  came down from your respective highs. You felt immense relief and a feeling of pure bliss. But you were still missing your boyfriend like crazy.

“I love you a lot, you know?” you said quietly after a few moments of silence. You heard Tom hum softly.

“I know baby, I know. I miss you,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll come back to you as soon as I can.”

“Good. Because I miss having one of your hands wrapped around my throat while you fuck me into oblivion with that glorious cock of yours,” you replied, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

“Don’t you dare start again and tease me, darling, I’ve gotta go back to set in a few minutes,” he wearily replied. You laughed a bit.

“You’re one to talk, asshole. I still can’t believe you kept me in the dark all week with your fans, that was cold,” you pouted a bit, even though he couldn’t see you.

“It was all in good fun,” he said dismissively. You scoffed.

“Whatever you say Thomas. Just know you’ve started a war that you’re going to regret getting yourself into.”


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Touchy Feely

Hi! Can you write an imagine with theo where he is really needy like always wants to hold you and kiss you , cuddle with you , sleep on your chest , make you sit on his lap even there are empty seats? I mean i think its so cute. I don't know. I hope you write it. Love u 💓

Hello hunny! I would love to write this it sounds so cute and I love Theo :D I hope it’s what you had in mind and I hope ya like it <3

Also let me know if you want a part two kinda thing? 

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“Please Lydia, I completely forgot it was due today! It’ll never happen again I promise” you pleaded with your strawberry blonde haired best friend, your puppy dog eyes popping more than they ever have before. Lydia released a short sigh, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she turned to talk to you “Oh please.” She began with a tilt of her head “You never forget your homework, even I have asked you for an assignment or two before, so what were you doing last night that was much more important?” she pressed with a devilish smirk filling her perfectly glossed lips. Your face immediately reddened, your eyes now avoiding Lydia’s “I don’t know what you mean” you lied terribly through your teeth. She opened her mouth to speak, doubt filling her face as she knew you were lying, but something stopped her; Her eyes drifted from yours to something behind you, and then you felt him. Muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against the body behind you as you then felt his head rest itself in-between your shoulder and neck. You didn’t have to turn to know who it was. Your faces red tint only darkened as you fell into the man’s warm embrace causing Lydia to once again smirk “Never mind.” She started in a sing songy voice “I just found my answer”. She stared at the two of you for a moment before handing you a piece of paper labeled ‘Economics Homework’ “See you in third Y/N. Bye Theo” she acknowledged, giving you a knowing look before sauntering off to go socialize with Scott and Stiles, leaving Theo and you alone. You felt a hot breath on your neck and the curve of a smile pressing into your jawline “Hey babe”. You felt a spark ignite throughout your entire body as you turned to make eye contact “Was that necessary?” you questioned with a playful tone, tilting your head into his touch. He quickly maneuvered your position, twisting your body so that your back was now placed firmly against some lockers. A smirk appeared on his lips as he seemed to fake ponder for a moment, his hand snaking around your waist “I think so, yes” he replied quite surely of himself, leaning down to capture you in a long overdue kiss. Your head began spinning upon the contact, your hands reaching up to entangle themselves in his hair. Theo and you had begun dating five months ago, but that didn’t stop him from making your knees weak and your mind go all fuzzy. He pressed his body against yours in an attempt to get as close as he could, nibbling lightly on your lower lip to send shivers throughout your entire body and as if on cue, the bell for your first period rang loud and prominent in both of your ears. It took some effort to push the boy off of you, your hands placed firmly on his chest “I gotta get to class Theo” you grumbled, not really wanting to do anything of the sorts. He scoffed at your attempt yet he pulled away, settling for his hand intertwined in yours as he began to walk you down the hall “Were not done here” he reminded in a gravely tone, stopping in front of your class to give you one last kiss. “Are we ever?” you questioned teasingly, jumping on the tips of your toes to kiss the boy goodbye.

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Your eyes began to flutter rapidly, attempting to keep themselves open and your mind and body awake, but that sure as hell wasn’t working. Your groaned silently to yourself as you switched positions in your desk, leaning your head on your left palm and glancing up at the teacher tiredly. You had made it all throughout the school day, so why the hell could that last bell not just ring. Finally, in the longest span of thirty minutes of your life, you were set free by the dinging of the school bell. Snapping yourself awake you were the first person out of that class, running your hands through your hair the second you made it to the hallway. You began your walk to the school parking lot with a new-found pep in your step, not even noticing the boy that was now at your side “Hey Y/N” he greeted a bit nervously. You glanced over where you heard the voice, a smile now on your face “Oh hey Liam!” you greeted happily. Liam was one of your best friends, besides Lydia, he was always nice to you but when it came to video games the two of you were mortal enemy’s due to how competitive you were. He seemed to gain a smile at your perkiness “Someone’s happy” he commented with a quiet snort. You took this opportunity to loop your arm through his “Well my dear boy” you began, overexaggerating your tone “You see, the last bell has finally rung and I now have the chance to go home! Where I can put on sweatpants, make some cookies and not move for the rest of the weekend”. He laughed heartily at your reply, shaking his head as he opened the door to the parking lot for you “Sounds like you have your whole weekend planned out”. You nodded once and turned to him “I need a break from this week”. Your eyes scanned the parking lot until you found what you were looking for, Theo’s beloved truck “Anyway” you began, losing contact with the boy as you took your arm back “My couch is waiting for me and I would hate to worry it” you teasingly hummed, making your way down the school’s steps “I’ll see you Monday”. Liam repeated your goodbye, claiming he’d see you Monday and ask you all about your thrilling weekend which caused you to laugh and mosey on your way. Finally reaching Theo’s truck you made your way over to the driver’s side, your arms resting themselves on the open window, your head peering in “Well hello Raeken” you greeted, pushing yourself a bit further to give him a peck on the lips. He quickly returned your affection before placing a hand on your cheek “How was the rest of your day baby?” he asked sweetly, his thumb grazing circles on your cheek. You thought for a moment before drawing to your answer “Boring as hell” you replied, “But now it’s your chance to make it better” you reminded with a wiggle of your eyebrows. He chuckled at your response and drew you in for another kiss, this one lasting a bit longer than the first “Then hop in, a relaxing evening awaits us”. With that you didn’t waste any time from leaving the driver’s side to skipping over to the passengers, getting in and buckling up, Theo wasting no time to reverse and speed out of the crowded lot. The second he was on the road he settled the wheel with one hand, the other one resting on your upprt thigh “So, what are our plans?” he questioned you, already fully knowing what you would say. Your eyes left the passenger side window as you turned to look at him,” Nothing” you requested pleasurably with a giddy shake of your shoulders. He laughed at your childish response and squeezed your thigh “You get the blankets I’ll start the popcorn” he assigned, speeding up a bit in order to arrive to your house faster. Once the two of you arrived you waited for him to walk over to your side to open the door for you “M’lady” he mocked playfully, taking a hold of your hand and helping you out. The two of you went to work fast, Theo having the food ready before you could even drag down the first blanket from the upstairs cabinet “Someone works fast” you teased, throwing the supplies down on the couch. He shrugged his shoulders, walking over with two bowls in his hands “Didn’t want to keep my kitten waiting”. You crinkled your nose happily in response, moving over to the couch after he had sat down. You were about to sit next to him when you felt his hands firmly around your waist, guiding you to a seat on his lap. You settled in quickly, your head falling to lean on his shoulder “There’s an entire couch” you reminded, referring to his chosen seating position. He quirked one eyebrow “What’s your point?”. You laughed quietly before he closed the space with a kiss, wasting no time to prove you were his. The kiss was deepened as he leaned towards you, needing more contact. You drove that boy crazy, any moment he wasn’t touching, holding or kissing you was a waisted moment in his mind; He loved you more than he could even comprehend. “Theo” you mumbled against his lips, his fingers ceasing rubbing your back. “Hm?” he returned, peppering your face with a hundred little kisses. You tilted your head back slightly “The movie” you reminded with a quiet hum. He groaned more at himself then at you, ceasing his constant affection and settled for resting his forehead against yours “Yeah, yeah”. You giggled with adoration and affection, placing a kiss on his nose before the two of you began to settle, Theo moving to lay on his side, pulling you along with him, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. You shimmied as close to him as you could, sighing in content as his arm curled around your waist “You’re clingy” you playfully stated accusingly. You felt his smile press to the side of your face before he very quickly replied “Just keeping a hold of what’s mine”. Intertwining your legs you smiled “I love you”. He pressed a sweet kiss to the side of your face “I love you too babygirl”

[prophetparadox]

Birds of a Feather Chapter 5: Unease (A Prompto x OC Soulmate AU)

Chapter 4 <-/AO3/-> Chapter 6

Word count: 1,946

I apologize if things have felt slow up to this point, there’s a lot I needed to do to develop the relationship between these two. But after this point, the story will start moving at a faster pace! Especially now that the gang is in Lestallum, next chapter is gonna be a doozy so stay with me here! And of course, I had to bring up Cindy at some point because that is gonna affect the story. Nothing’s coming of it right now, but it’ll change soon enough. Gotta have that conflict and drama, you know?

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"Hey Prompto, wake up."

The sound of Noctis' voice slowly broke Prompto from his slumber. He turned his head to look up at the prince, that smirk once again on his face. It was like that was the only expression he made now. Prompto didn't move, the sleeping bag feeling so warm and cozy that he didn't want to get out. "Noct? What're you doing up already? You usually sleep in." he muttered, still waking up.

"Guess I just woke up before you did this time," Noctis replied. "I see the two of you slept well."

Huh? What was that supposed to mean? "I guess so? What makes you say that?"

Noctis pointed down at the sleeping bag. "I'm surprised you didn't notice it yourself."

Now he wasn't making any sense. He turned his head back to where it was. "Noct, you're not making any sense, stop being so cryptic and-" Suddenly he saw just what he'd meant and felt as if his eyes would pop right out of his sockets.

He was now lying directly next to Katia, his arms wrapping around her from behind. She was still asleep, thankfully for him, letting out a content sigh. Prompto let go of her and quickly schooched back to the other end of the sleeping bag. When did he start doing that? How long had he been doing it for? Did Ignis and Gladio see anything? He could feel his face heating up and he heard Noctis try to hold back his laughter. "Shut up, Noct! It's not like that! I wasn't doing that when we'd gone to sleep!" he whispered, not wanting to wake Katia up.

"Hey man, I'm not judging," Noctis said. "If you want to get all cozy with Kat, we can get you two a seperate room at the next hotel."

Prompto had gotten out of the sleeping bag and lightly punched Noctis' arm. "I'm telling you, it's not like that! She's my best friend, she'd probably kill me if she knew I did that!"

"I dunno. She looked pretty content to me."

"Whatever, the others don't know, do they?"

"I don't think so. Ignis always wakes up early to make breakfast, and I think Gladio went to do training before the sun had risen. Ignis was telling me to wake you guys up, and I found you like that."

"Well don't tell them, and don't tell Kat either. The last thing I need is my friendship with her to be ruined, alright?"

"Alright, your secret's safe with me," Noctis said. He knew that Prompto was oblivious to this whole thing, but it was only a matter of how long that would last. "Anyway, hurry and wake Kat up. I'm sure she wouldn't want to miss out on more good food." He walked out of the tent, leaving the two to themselves.

Prompto sighed. Noct better not act like this for the whole trip. Besides, there was totally a logical explanation for why he ended up spooning Katia. He just needed to figure it out first. Figuring it wouldn't do good to keep the others waiting, he nudged Katia's shoulder to wake her up. "Hey Kat, time to get up. Breakfast is almost ready."

Katia groaned, she'd never been the type who liked being woken up but they had a schedule to keep. They'd taken too long getting to Lestallum as is. Katia's eyes slowly opened as she realized she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. She sat up, Squeaky still in her arms as she rubbed her eyes. "Morning already?" she asked, still not fully awake.

"Yep, afraid so," Prompto joked. "You sleep well?"

"Ehhh, I've slept better but it wasn't the worst sleep I've ever had," Katia explained, getting out of the sleeping bag. "I don't think I'm cut out for camping."

"Neither am I." Prompto said, getting a laugh out of her.

"But I did feel really warm and comfy, oddly enough. At least until right before you woke me up," She placed Squeaky back into her bag. "I don't know how to describe it though, other than it felt nice. Never felt like that while sleeping before."

"Huh, weird." Prompto said, trying to avoid talking about it any further. Hopefully she wouldn't jump to conclusions and Noctis would keep his mouth shut like he promised.

"Anyway, you said breakfast was ready? In that case, let's go eat. It's nice not needing to get diner food for once." She stepped out of the tent, the thought of food the only thing on her mind now. Prompto let out a sigh of relief. There's no way she'd realize what happened. Everything was safe.

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The five of them headed to the Regalia, the bounty for Deadeye received and their destination set. Katia felt lucky, she'd never riden in the car before and never expected to. But now she was going to be riding in style with her friends. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't excited. "So where should I sit?" she asked.

"There should be plenty of room in the back for you, Noct, and Gladio," Ignis explained. "Hopefully you don't mind the middle seat."

"Oh, no, it's fine." Katia said, hoping that she didn't sound too irritated. She certainly wasn't getting a comfortable ride, and it was gonna be a long one too.

"Hey Gladio, mind if we switch seats?" Prompto asked. The other guys looked at him in confusion.

"I guess so, but don't you prefer the front seat?" Gladio asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not about to let Kat get crushed by all your muscles," he tried to laugh, hoping Gladio would realize it was a joke. "Besides, I want to see what kind of pictures I can take from the backseat!"

Katia stayed quiet as they discussed this new seating arrangement. Once again, Prompto was coming to her rescue it seemed. Sure, she'd still be stuck in the middle seat, but at least now she didn't have to worry about Gladio pressing directly up against her.

"If that's been settled, let us be on our way. We're long overdue at Lestallum and Iris is waiting." Ignis said, getting in the driver's seat. Gladio took his new spot in the passenger's seat while the trio of best friends hopped in the back. Katia was surprised at how comfortable the seats were. Granted, it was a special car made for royalty, of course it'd be comfortable, but she felt like she could fall asleep in here which Noct already seemed primed to do by the looks of it.

As the car started, she felt Prompto's elbow brush against her arm. She turned to ask him what that was about as she was interrupted by the sound of a camera going off. He looked at the picture he just took, pouting when he saw how it turned out. "Aw man, you're not even smiling," he said. "Now I need to take a new one."

"You think you could warn me next time first?" Katia laughed, giving him a slight push.

"Oh, right, probably should've done that." Prompto nervously laughed.

"Just make sure you get my good side, alright?"

"I thought all your sides were your good ones though."

Katia laughed again, how was he so good at telling jokes? She smiled and made a peace sign, giving Prompto a better look for his picture. The camera clicked once again, and this time Prompto smiled at the photograph he'd taken. "So? How's it look?" Katia asked.

"Perfect."

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The drive was amazing, Ignis had opted to take the scenic route and Katia was thankful for it. Riding in the Regalia was a different experience from all the trucks she'd hitchhiked in before. She could see everything, Duscae was breathtaking. It made her regret never leaving Insomnia before now, even if it was to keep her safe, but that was in the past now. As she saw the Disc of Cauthess, she couldn't help but stare. She'd never seen anything like it up close before, only in pictures and books. She wished she could draw it for herself, but there was no way that was happening in a moving car.

"Enjoying the view back there?" She turned away to see Gladio looking back at her. "You've been pretty quiet since you and Prompto stopped singing along to that song ten minutes ago."

"Oh, yeah, I guess I was so interested in the scenery that I spaced out or something," Katia admitted. "It's just so amazing, you know? Being able to see the world so clearly from here. You guys are so lucky to have this car."

"We're lucky that Cindy was able to fix it up for us. Otherwise we'd be walking the whole way." Gladio said.

"Cindy?" Katia asked, her head tilting to the side. "Who's Cindy?"

"The mechanic in Hammerhead who fixed up the Regallia," Ignis explained, not taking his eyes off the road. "She's rather skilled when it comes to cars."

"I thought Prompto told you about her." Gladio said.

"No, he didn't. Not really." Katia said. Prompto had only mentioned a great mechanic who'd worked on the car. He never mentioned her name or the fact that she was a woman. Not that her gender mattered all that much, but something about that made her feel uneasy and she didn't know why.

"Weird. He barely shuts up about her. I'd thought he'd yapped your ears off talking about her." Gladio said.

For some reason his words made the uneasiness worse. Why did she care so much about this, it's not like Prompto was only allowed to have one female friend in his life. Was it because he never said anything about her? It almost came off like he was trying to hide something.

As if he read her thoughts, Prompto finally spoke up. "Hey, I didn't think she'd want me going on and on about Cindy when there was more important stuff she needed to know," he explained. "I mean, she is pretty amazing, I wouldn't mind going back to Hammerhead to see her. Plus her and Kat haven't met yet, I bet you two would be great friends!"

His words did nothing to soothe the uneasiness she felt, in fact the dreamy tone only seemed to worsen it. The reasons made sense in her head, but for some reason Katia couldn't come to believe them. She wanted to, but something was holding her back. Why was she feeling like this?

"You okay there, Kat?" She must've been making a face, as Prompto sounded concerned. Katia tried to shake the thoughts out of her head. It was nothing she should be worrying so much about. Prompto wasn't the type to hide things from her and he had no reason to hide this. She smiled and looked back at him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just started thinking too much, I guess," she said. She needed to stop wondering about this Cindy thing. She'd get herself worked up over nothing otherwise. She looked ahead, seeing a tunnel coming up. "Hey Iggy, we almost at Lestallum?" she asked, hoping the change in conversation would distract her.

"We need only to go through that tunnel and we'll be there," Ignis explained. "It should only be a few more minutes."

"Awesome, can't wait to see it!" Katia said. She tried to focus on Lestallum and meeting Iris, the excitement pushing away her negative thoughts. Yet as they drove into the tunnel leading into the town, she couldn't ignore the burning feeling in her wrist or make it stop. She grabbed her wrist, hoping that whatever this was would go away on its own.

[ladyofstardust]

This forever I keep hearing about

Word Count: 3.4k

Rating: M, like, hella

Summary: It all began with a hotdog.  Or maybe ended.  Something began and something ended with a hotdog.  Phase 3 he’d later call it.  She liked phase 3.  

Notes: Apartment-verse fic.  Set after the events of Christmas in the Goblin Kingdom.  Pika taking us all to church lately, so I gotta bring an offering for the Labyrinth gods I guess.  Alternate title: Here’s Your Fucking M Rating You Pervs.

Thunder only happens when it's raining

Players only love you when they're playing

Say women they will come and they will go

When the rain washes you clean, you'll know, you'll know

It all began with a hotdog.  Or maybe ended.  Something began and something ended with a hotdog.  Phase 3 he’d later call it.  She liked phase 3.  

The hotdog on the other hand, she fucking loved.  Hotdogs were, as far as she was concerned, the best goddamn food in the universe.  It was the middle of July and a deep thick humidity hung low on the city.  The smog, heat, and approaching rain clouds, tinted everything with a sticky greyness.  She was sitting on her fire escape in just a pair of shorts and an old ratty t-shirt.  Multi-tasking by listening to the radio, parsing through some overdue reports, and eating a hotdog because it was July, and a Friday, and that was what Sarah Williams did in July, on a Friday.  

The radio crackled and Stevie Nicks’ soulful voice turned to static.  Sarah smiled, biting her lip - he was back.  

“Took you long enough,” she glanced up to her bedroom window, where he sat perched on its ledge.  The thing was barely wide enough for the pigeons to stand on, how he was sitting shouldn’t have been possible.  But then, that was Jareth.  

“Yes well,” he smiled raising his eyebrows suggestively.  “The Undersea proved less susceptible to my charms than some people.”

“Everything okay?” she asked, choosing not to take the bait.

“Yes,” he said, hopping down gracefully.  “Just a miscommunication needing a couple extra days to sort out.  Annoying, but relatively benign.”

“Well let me know if there’s anything I can do to help, crack a few fae skulls, besiege some cities, tear down some worlds, you know - the usual,” she replied with a grin.

“Mmm yes, I’ll keep that in mind,” he said glancing at the sky.  “It will rain later.”

“Supposed to do more than that,” she swallowed the last bite of her hotdog.  “Summer storm coming through.”

“What in stars above are you eating,” he interrupted, his nose curling in distaste.

“Uh a hotdog?” Sarah said, licking the last bit of ketchup off her fingers.  

“A what?” his nose curling even further.

“Oh my god, don’t ‘a what’ me - a hotdog,” she said, climbing to her feet.  “The best food ever.  I swear Jareth, is this the part where you say you’ve never had a hotdog and now we have to go get a hotdog?  Because if you say you’ve never had a hotdog that’s what we’re gonna do.”

He stared at her with a sulking frown.  She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow expectantly. “I think one bite of whatever that was would literally kill me,” he finally replied, sourly.  

“Come on,” she grabbed him by the hand to drag him back through her bedroom window.

There was already thunder rumbling in the distance when they got to the park.  Sarah had insisted that for his first hotdog, he needed the best hotdog.  (The ‘Top Dog’ she kept insisting to him and laughing to herself.  He didn’t understand why it was funny, she didn’t care).  So naturally they had to have Park Dogs.  

Hotdogs from the park were an even bigger summer tradition than just regular hotdogs.  Park Dogs were the kind of thing that happened every time her grandmother visited for three weeks in the summer.  When she would practice running lines with Sarah, and helped teach her how to sew.  She’d braid ribbons in her hair while Sarah ate her hotdog by the pond.  Feet dangling over the edge, her grandmother would tell her about King Arthur and his court.  She had died three months before Toby was born, but Sarah still made sure to get at least one Park Dog a year.  

“You cannot be serious,” he drawled, snapping her out of her reverie, “we’re eating food - from a cart in the woods?”

“Okay first of all,” she said rolling her eyes, “this is a park.  The woods are all the way over there.  Second of all, I’ve literally seen you drink Goblin Ale, and I think you and I both know there is no good in knowing how that stuff is even made nevermind what’s in it.”  

“That’s hardly fair,” he argued.  “Goblin Ale is a national delicacy.”

“Well so are hotdogs.  It’s like the song says - if you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my hotdogs.”

“I don’t think that’s how it goes,” he said with a sigh.  

Sarah paid the man for two hotdogs (and if anyone dared question why she was eating two hotdogs in a row, she’d laugh and laugh, and then order another hotdog), and loaded them both up with mustard and ketchup.  

She’d brought him over to her favourite spot by the bridge and slid off her flip flops to dangle her feet in the water.  He stood there hesitantly watching her for a minute before finally deciding to get down on the ground with her.  He didn’t dip his feet in, but Sarah watched him intensely as he took a nervous first bite of a hotdog.  

“Well?” she asked as he slowly and deliberately swallowed.

“It is,” he said clearing his throat.  “Acceptable, I suppose.”

“Meh,” she shrugged.  “I’ll take it.”  

“I promise I’ll love it if you love it,” he said putting an arm around her shoulder.  

“You don’t have to love everything just because I do, I just want you to be open to trying new things.  Human things,” she said poking him in the ribs.  “Because I’m human.  I do a lot of goblin things and fae things, but human things are important to me too.”

“I thought you didn’t want me doing your human things,” he said with some surprise.

“No,” she corrected.  “I don’t want you touching my human things without asking first.  Mostly because things have a tendency to go all ‘eldritch death horror’ on me after.  Let us not forget the DVD player incident.”

“Oh stars know we could never forget that,” he said poking her this time.  “Because you will not let it go.”

“Sorry I’ve just never seen an inanimate object do that before!  I didn’t know they could do that.”

“Yes well, faulty wiring,” he said waving her off.  “What I would like to know though, is why you feel so strongly about these hotdogs?”

“Lots of reasons.  Short answer is because I think they taste good.  Long answer is because eating them reminds me of spending summers with my grandmother, who I miss,” she paused, thinking to herself.  “I suppose if we want to get super self-aware, it’s because they remind me of something I’ll never have again.”

“Your grandmother?” he said kindly.

“No, I mean yes of course, but it’s also about magic.  Everything’s about friggin’ magic these days,” she sighed.  “It reminds me of when my parents were together.  Of when I was a kid and I didn’t have to worry about filing reports on time.  My big dreams of magic and going on broadway.  I can’t carry a tune in a bucket - but all I wanted to do was be Patti Lupone.  I’ll never be that girl again.  I don’t want the same things she wanted and that’s good.  That’s part of growing up.  But sometimes I just want a damn hotdog you know?”

“I don’t know if I do,” he said with some concern.  Sarah knew him well enough by now to interpret the second unsaid part of that sentence was and where do I fit into these very human things?  She wanted to know the answer too.  

“Crap,” she said as a raindrop landed squarely on her forehead.  “I thought we could beat the storm.”

Jareth’s brow furrowed as he looked up at the quickly dampening sky, “Yes, so did I.”

“Can you magic us out of here,” she asked, trying in vain to shield her head from the rain.  

“Unfortunately no, lightning interferes with my magic.  I can’t be confident I’d get us there safely.  I usually fly in these storms.”  

“Well then I think we’ve only got one option,” she said climbing to her feet.

“Which is?”

“Run!” she cried grabbing his hand in hers and dragging him across the lawn of the park.

“Run where?” he asked, barely avoiding slipping on the grass.

“My parents house is only a couple of blocks away,” she replied as the rain started coming down harder and faster.  “They’re at Karen’s family’s cottage for the weekend so nobody’s home and I have a key.”

“Lead the way,” he yelled over the now deafening sound of thunder.

Sarah’s sneakers skidded across the grass as she reached the forest.  Quickest route home was through the woods but she knew Jareth wouldn’t like them running through all those trees in the middle of a lightning storm.  He squeezed her hand tightly and she wondered if he was resisting the urge to turn into an owl.  Sarah knew the only reason he wasn’t flying ahead was to stay with her.  She appreciated that and gave his hand a squeeze back as they hit the main road.

She thought about the last time she ran from the storm in that park.  She’d seen his owl form in but obviously hadn’t assumed ‘magical weirdo’ instead of just ‘owl’.  Never had Sarah imagined that a decade and countless games of scrabble later, she’d be the one holding his hand and giving them shelter from the storm.

She ran up her parent’s front steps, both of them completely soaked through, his ridiculous hair lying damp, and limp over his eyes.  She dug the key out from her dad’s “secret hiding place” (under the mat because, welcome to Upper Nyack) and they tumbled through the entryway just barely managing to avoid slipping on Karen’s marble floor.  

“Okay that could have been timed better,” she said wringing out her hair.  “I don’t know about you but I’m soaked through.  I’m going to change - do you need clothes?”

He pulled his wet gloves off his hands and laid them over the bannister.  “A towel will suffice.”

“One towel coming right up,” she said bounding the stairs.  

She tossed Jareth down a towel from the linen closet before tossing her clothes in the dryer.  As Sarah dug through the drawers of her childhood bedroom she discovered two things.  The first, was that all of her old clothes had been donated.  The second, was that her bedroom had been taken over by a preteen boy, and her sweet girly room had been invaded with jockstraps, half eaten potato chip bags, and what Sarah really really hoped was just an old science fair project.  

She opted to touch nothing, having spent enough time around goblins to know that even they were preferable to Toby’s hygiene habits, and last week she’d found a grilled cheese in her stereo.  Luckily, she found Karen’s bathrobe hanging on her parent’s bathroom door.  She was just about to head back downstairs when she heard him knock.

“You can come in,” she called over, “I’m decent.”

“You weren’t able to find any clothes?”  

“No, surrendered to decluttering stepmothers and preteen boys, but I put them in -” she turned around and immediately stopped, caught off guard.  Jareth having apparently taken the opportunity to remove his wet clothes and instead wear the towel.  Just the towel.  “Where are your clothes,” she sighed.  

“I made a fire in the living room, they’re drying out.  Hope that’s alright,” he replied grinning.  Oh, she was going to get him for this.  Except now, neither of them were wearing pants, and this was becoming more of a problem every second.

“It’s like 95 degrees out but sure, let’s have a fire,” she said, trying not to notice each and every muscle in his chest.  Or where they met together and curved around his taut stomach.  Or how his hipbones jutted out just above the towel and how they might feel gripped in her hands.

Nope.  Everyone needed pants, right now.  

A clap of thunder outside caused her to jump a mile and she stumbled forward.  “Are you alright,” he asked, moving towards her.  

“Fine, I just - the wind blew the doors open” she gestured to the french doors rattling in the wind.  “Dad probably forgot to lock them again.” Sarah walked over to close them, a spray of cool rain hitting her face as she pulled the latch.  

“Sarah.”

She turned to find him behind her.  He always did stand too close to her, and every time she was perfectly happy to let it happen.  That teasing game they’d been playing since the first time she’d stood with him in that very window.  But she’d had enough playing.  

“What are you doing?”

“Where did you find that robe?  It doesn’t look like it fits you at all,” he purred, tugging her by the belt. “It’s much too short.”

He was right, Karen was a good four inches shorter than Sarah.  The robe was barely mid-thigh on her.  “What are you doing,” she whispered again.  

“Much too short indeed,” he said, slowly pulling at the knot apart.  “Where did you say your clothes were?”

“In the dryer,” the tie at her waist came undone and her robe came ever so slightly open.  

“What a pity.”

“You could have dried us off anytime you wanted couldn’t you?” he slid his hand around her waist closing the final inches between them.  Her chest pressed up against his, and the towel doing nothing to hide how very, very glad he was to have her there.  

“Of course,” he smirked.

“I hate you.”

“Of course,”

She took a step back, and came up against the cool glass of the door.  

“Take off that robe,” he instructed.

“What if I don’t want to,” she challenged, very aware of just how open her robe was.

“Do you not want to?”

Her eyes flitted downwards.  To his tight jutting hipbones.  Those stupid goddamn hipbones.  “Take off your towel.”

He didn’t hesitate, letting the towel drop by his feet without a second thought.  Sarah immediately understood why.  Fuck, she was so screwed.  

“Do you not want to?” he asked her again, taking a step forward.  There was nowhere else to go.  But she didn’t really want to run anymore.  

“Take off that robe.”

She slipped the robe off her shoulders.  

“Stars,” he let out a slow breath she didn’t realize he had been holding.  “I could worship every part of you, a hundred years for every inch, and it still would not be enough.”

“Worship me later,” she said, closing that final space between them.  Skin to skin, and she kissed him with the same fire and desperation she’d been saving since that first moment.  Since every kiss, and not kiss, and all those other moments.  She was tired of being restrained.  He returned her fervour gripping his hands around her back, pulling her tighter against him.  As if she could never be too close.  

Her hands raked through his hair as the taste of him, the heat of him, his mouth trailing along her neck, her collarbone, it felt like the floor disappeared from under her.  She answered each one of his kisses with her own, gripping him tightly wanting to feel every inch of him against her.  She ran her hands down his chest, she had to touch him.  To memorize the feel of him under her hands.  Every angle and hard plane, every ridge and every freckle.  

He began to nudge her towards the bed but she shook her head and pointed to the floor.  “Lie down,” she told him.  

“As my lady wishes,” he smirked, dropping to his knees.  He laid the previously dropped towel down for her.  “Your turn.”

She held his gaze as she lowered herself onto the towel.  Slowly, she crawled up towards him, and he leaned back as she inched on top of him.  Her core tightened in anticipation as she propped herself up, not quite touching him, letting him barely graze her entrance.  Sarah smiled down at him.  His desire and appreciation written plain on his face.  

“Goblin King, Goblin King,” she said each word slowly and deliberately.  “Tell me what you wish.”

“I wish for nothing,” he said hoarsely, hands twitching at his sides.  “I have everything I want right here.”

“Oh nothing?”  she said, inching slightly back, teasing.  “Nothing tra la la?”

“Cruel girl.”

“Always,” she smiled wickedly, before lowering herself onto him.  He leaned forward to claim her mouth.  Sarah savoured his groan of pleasure as her hips rolled in gentle thrusts as he pushed himself deeper.  

She could have taken her time.  Slowed down and drawn it out.  But she didn’t - couldn’t.  Her fingers clawing at his back as she pulled them closer and closer.  His kisses were hungry and unyielding.  Hands pulling at her hair and caressing her breasts.

There was...nothing else that mattered.  All of her carefully laid out plans.  Her very good reasons for avoiding this - it didn’t matter.  All she cared about was that he kept kissing her.  Kept touching her.  Kept claiming every piece of her under his mouth, his hands, himself, like she was some far off kingdom he was intent on conquering.  

“Jareth,” she moaned his name, into the crook of his neck and she felt his whole body tense.  He pulled back slightly and cupped her face between his hands.  

“What are you doing,” she barely managed to choke out, she was so close.

“Just in case,” he replied kissing her once on each temple.  “I never have this again, I want to remember.”

Beyond words, she grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him deeply, pulling him tightly against her chest, holding him as close as she could.  Feeling every bead of cool sweat and his shuddering chest.  She rolled her hips faster and faster, as he moaned her name.  Every movement, every shared breath and second as she inched closer, until finally she took her release, crying out his name and sending him over the edge with her.  

She collapsed down on top of him as they finished.  Out of breath and panting they stayed silent like that for a few minutes.  Sarah savouring the sound and feel of his rapid heartbeat against her chest as the last drops of rain pattered against the glass doors.  

“You don’t have your pendant,” she finally said, running her hand over his bare chest.  

“It’s downstairs with the rest of my things,” he murmured.  “Are you really trying to rush me out so fast?”

“No,” she said playing with the tips of his hair as they grazed her cheek.  “I thought you needed to wear it at all times.  Isn’t it like the source of your power or something?”

He barked out a laugh of surprise.  “Where on earth did you hear that?” he asked.  

“I don’t know!”  she said, swatting him playfully.  “I just assumed I guess.”

“I am the source of my power,” he kissed the top of her head.  “The pendant is what marks me as King of the Goblins.  A symbol, nothing more.  It was either that or the crown and the crown looks ridiculous.”

“No Jareth,” she said with a playful tug on one of the strands, “I think that’s just your hair.”

They stayed like that for a few minutes longer before Jareth finally asked the inevitable question. “What now?” with none of the nervous hesitation in his voice she knew he felt.  

“Now we go home,” she told him, standing up and wrapping Karen’s forgotten robe around her.  

“We?” he said, propping himself up.  

“Yes,” she replied extending a hand towards him, which he gratefully took.  “We.  I don’t know what happens now.  But we’ve done okay so far, I think we should continue to do that.  See where it takes us.  Besides I remember a certain king promising to worship me, and I intend to hold him to his word.”

He waved a hand over himself and he was clothed again, pendant included.  “Then I suppose my next question is, which home?”

“I don’t care,” she smiled, stepping into his embrace.  He kissed her once more before wrapping his arms around her and spiriting them back to her apartment, where they continued with said worshipping.  

Karen called a week later to inquire why there was a set of Sarah’s clothes in her dryer.  It was all she could do to stutter out “rain and hot dogs,” before forcing a certain Goblin King, who was doubled over with laughter in her bed, to magic Karen’s robe back before she noticed that missing too.