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labyrinthsofyou · 4 years ago

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bedside tables and bedsheets

pairing: wong yukhei & female reader

genre: fluff & smut

warnings: blowjob, cumplay, fingering, kneeling, (a) mirror, oral and a little sugary sweet

words: 16, 899

summary: it’s move in day for yukhei.

wong yukhei loves his sleep.

he sleeps early when it is possible. he will pull the comforter high up to his neck and curl up into a ball and ignore everything else while his eyes close, his breaths even out and he goes off dreaming.

in the mornings yukhei rather stay in bed. it will take him several alarms ten minutes apart and someone shaking his shoulder and calling his name before he rolls over with a groan. he’ll sit up with his hair messy and eyes squinting at the sunlight filtering into the room and wish he can go back to his dream.

but if yukhei has no schedules he will sleep in. his soft snores will slip from his slightly parted pillowy lips until it’s lunch time or later. he'll catch up on all the rest he has missed in hopes his mind and body forgives him for all he puts it through at times.

it’s a little different today though.

yukhei has no schedules. he can sleep in until whenever to make up for not getting enough sleep these past weeks and last night because he slept late. but he doesn’t because he’s been awake since dawn. that one alarm he sets is enough to do the job today and makes him sit up in bed with the morning rays seeping pass the curtains. yukhei gets out of bed and after waiting in line for the bathroom, he greets his friends as they all meet in the kitchen and living room.

then the seven of them partake in a little of the chopping, stirring, pouring and setting up before the hot breakfast is place on the table. the food is shared with lots of loud laughter and past memories until it’s time to clean up.

yukhei gets ready soon after. he checks the boxes. he makes sure what he wants and needs are together.

everything is in place because six weeks have passed since you had asked him that very night to move in with you. each moment free of recording and practices have been filled with well thought out discussions, wondering questions and long lists between you and him together before it had been all figured out.

he is really doing this with you and a new adventure you will begin together.

and when the rest of the city slowly wakes on a peaceful sunday morning to enjoy the leisure day, yukhei holds onto two stacked up large containers. each is filled with jackets and coats. he peeks to the side to make sure of the clear path for his feet. he carefully follows you down the quiet floor until you see the familiar numbers on the front door.

you stop and yukhei nearly walks into you with a short laugh. you prop the box with his t-shirts and sweatpants against the wall as you press in the code on the keypad. once you hear the beep, you open the door and hold it with your foot for yukhei to follow in behind you. sneakers are left on for the moment as your feet move against the wood floors of the short hallway and you make a mental note to remember to clean them later.

“we can just set everything in the middle of here now. is that okay with you?” you question, standing in the living room.

yukhei nods. “yeah, that fine. i'll sort it all out when everything is up here,” he says as he gently puts down the containers. you place the box in your hands down next to his and turn to him.

“how many do you have again?” you ask, stepping closer to him and taking a few deep breaths.

he faintly shakes his head and places his hands on his hips. “not many. i think we can just take two more trips downstairs and that will be all,” he tells you with a small grin.

a short nod you give him. “let’s go then,” you whisper, tiptoeing and pressing a quick peck onto his mouth before you begin moving down the hall again.

it ends up being three more trips though. but you think it’s okay because when the last of the boxes and bags are hauled into the apartment and the sneakers are finally toed off, you and yukhei stare at all he has brought with him. it looks like a bit like mess right now.

yet it’s a beautiful mess that has your heart skipping and you rambling.

“so which box do you want to start with first? i can help you sort whatever you need and you can put them where you like. i moved my clothes to the third and fourth drawers on both dressers so you don’t have to bend down too much. you know, in case your back or your waist is bothering you. if you don’t have enough space, i’ll see what else we can do to move some stuff around. or if we really need to, we can pick up another dresser and squeeze it in somewhere. and also-”

his strong arms suddenly encircle your waist and cut off your words and your thoughts. yukhei holds you close, your back pressing against his chest. you hear the deep inhale he takes, that scent of vanilla from your body wash and shampoo and the floral hints from your perfume you have dabbed behind your ears hit his senses as he lowers his head to rest his mouth alongside your skin.

and then he chuckles, the low sound tickling you. “calm down, babe.”

you shift in his arms and turn to face him. almost instantly yukhei presses his forehead to yours and you wrap your arms around his waist. there’s a sparkle in his large eyes and a tender beam playing on his mouth while he stares at the nervous pout on your face.

“and also i cleared the refrigerator too and we can go food shopping later…if you want.”

yukhei shakes his head, laughing at you fondly and loudly and bringing a hand up to cradle your warm face. you grip onto his shirt when he bends down to leave a few sweet and affectionate kisses onto your lips. a shy smile little by little emerges out and you let out a slow sigh.

“i want you to be comfortable and have everything you need.”

he lowers his head again and places a quick peck to the tip of your nose. “i feel comfortable, great actually.” yukhei isn’t just saying this to pacify you because he really does. “and if i need anything i will let you know. but as of now i have everything i need, okay?” he quietly reassures you.

yukhei’s staring intently at you then with a little goofy lovestruck smile that illuminates his whole face and your whole heart because his words mean more than just the boxes and bags of his things. his arm around you tightens and his face warms up too fast and you feel the butterflies swarming in your stomach. you stand on your toes to brush your mouth to his. he hums softly in response when you pull back and rest his forehead alongside yours again.

your bodies sway together, melting against one another for a moment before you remember.

“i have something for you.”

you unwrap his arms from you and yukhei watches you walk back down the hallway and making the short turn to left, only appearing seconds later with something grey in your hands.

“i forgot when you first walked in,” you glance down at his sock covered feet and giggle as you show him the brand new fuzzy grey slippers in your hands. “i know you already have a pair before too, and it’s really not much.” you look back up to meet his eyes and lightly shrug. “but i don’t know, i thought it would be nice to have a new pair since you will be here every day instead of just sometimes,” you tell him quietly, feeling a little ridiculous at saying it aloud.

yukhei chuckles, his heart warming at all you are trying to do and make him feel. he takes the gift in your hands and gently plops them onto the floor. he slips his feet in and it’s a perfect fit. his gaze finds yours and he leans forward, his smiling mouth right next to your own grinning lips.

“thank you,” he whispers, bestowing you with a short and tender kiss.

there’s a bashful beam on your face. “and we match, too.”

your words make him look down briefly and you wiggle your foot that is in the fuzzy pink slipper. he’s still smiling brightly and giggling now too before giving you a quick kiss.

“you ready to help me start finding a place for everything?”

and you grin widely because you are.

you take out his clothes, laying it into piles on the bed and fix any wrinkles that has occurred during the packing process. yukhei places them into the drawers, making sure they fit in neatly. long sleeves and t shirts go in the top drawers. jeans and sweatpants are in the second drawer of one dresser while shorts and all his simple and colorful underwear are in the second drawer of the other. you pull out the new packs of hangers you had purchased. yukhei hangs up his shirts, hoodies and sweaters in the bedroom closet and his jackets and coats in the entrance closet. he drops his rolled up socks into the basket next to yours behind the standing mirror placed in the corner of the bedroom by the window.

“how much did you leave behind?” you ask, leaning against the door as yukhei puts the small jewelry box with his necklaces and watches on top of the dresser.

because after the discussions and going through all the scenarios and considerations of his schedules at times, yukhei leaves some things back at the dorms. during promotion periods everything becomes too packed. he barely gets a few hours of sleep. he will always be on the go. it will be best for him to stay at the dorms then.

yukhei had hesitated at first. he should be staying with you because the whole point of moving in with you had been to actually live with you when he was in the same city. but you had placed your forehead to his while rubbing your hand down his chest.

“it’ll be okay. you don’t get much rest during promotions and the going back and forth on the tighter schedules will be too hard.” you had smiled reassuringly. “it’ll be like any time you have to travel for filming. so it won’t be always, just sometimes. think of it like that, okay?” you had leaned closer in, your fingertips moving up to graze against his warm cheeks and sharp jawline. “and besides, when you come back, the reunions are the best.”

a sweet and teasing curl of your mouth and kiss you had given him as the corners of his lips faintly twitched up. and in the end, it had taken yukhei another two days and a long conversation with you and a discussion with his members before he had finally agreed.

“enough clothes to last me a little over a week. the auntie comes to help with the laundry so i don’t have to worry so much about not having something to wear,” he says while placing his bottles of cologne on the dresser top. “but i left just a little of everything i have here with me that i will need when i am there.”

you nod and watch as he takes out his glasses cases and a scented candle with notes of jasmine and rose that has been halfway burned away so far from the storage container. he sets them up on the opposite side of his jewelry box and colognes with a smile.

“i did leave that picture of us though,” he says with his cheeks flushed. yukhei turns and finds your curious gaze. “from the fanmeeting.” you faintly bob your head, immediately knowing the photo he’s talking about.

the one where his smile beams so brilliantly on his face it rivals the sun. yukhei is hugging you backstage after the event because you had surprised him. he doesn’t remember who had taken the photo. he doesn’t even remember it being taken. he just remembers feeling incredibly happy with his heart so full from the fanmeeting and your unexpected presence, he had been pumping with adrenaline for the entire night.

you tilt your head and your face heats. “don’t you have pictures on your phone though?”

yukhei laughs lowly, running his hands through his hair. “sometimes it’s not the same as a photo in a picture frame next to you,” he reasons. even if he will not be staying there for the most part, when he does, yukhei wants it to still feel personal.

that photo will help.

you move to stand next to him, tiptoeing to give him a tender peck against his bashful smile. “you’re a romantic, you know that?”

he nods with a teasing raised eyebrow. “or maybe i just really like looking at your pretty face before i fall asleep.” you playfully roll your eyes and yukhei giggles infectiously and warmly. “i left my toothbrush there too, so maybe we can just go buy one later after we finish here.”

“i have an extra one in the bathroom closet.” a habit it is of yours to keep an extra of the little things for emergencies. “unless you have a color preference, you can take it,” you suggest while you lean your head against his wide shoulder, staring between the two tops of the dressers.

a his side and a hers side.

you hum quietly and delightedly at the sight.

yukhei chuckles. “i actually do have a color preference.”

you angle your head to look up at him, watching a mischievous smile form on his face when he turns to you. “and what color would that be?” you go along with soft laughter and a twitch of an eyebrow.

“well what color do you have?”

you playfully narrow your eyes at him. “it’s green.”

he lowers his head and brushes his mouth against yours. “hmm, that’s just the color i wanted.”

you lightly hit his chest while he puckers very sloppy and wet kisses to your cheek that makes you squeal and squirm. when yukhei eventually stops, his mouth rests against your skin and he whispers quietly, “thank you.”

a smile comes out in front of him. “you’re welcome.”

and then the unpacking continues on.

his set of weights is placed right next to your rolled up yoga mat in the corner of the living room. his bath towel hangs besides yours in the bathroom while his extra ones are folded and placed in the bathroom closet on top of yours. the handful of caps, hats and beanies he has go into the closet with the jackets and coats. his rolling suitcase stands alongside yours in the closet underneath all the dresses, sweaters, hoodies and shirts. he lines his sneakers up in rows right besides yours in the shoe closet. the few schoolbags and expensive bags he brings with him hang and sit next to yours in the hallway closet. and the two pictures he brings of him with his members stand right next to the three pictures of you and him on the desk besides the television.

it takes the rest of the morning and lunch of a large order of green onion chicken and beef rice noodle soup with his favorite cola to share to get through it all.

the floors have been wiped. the containers are stacked up and against the wall inside the storage closet. the bags have been tied up into balls and placed in the cabinet underneath the kitchen sink for future use. the bed is no longer covered in clothes and the middle of the living room floor is cleared.

everything finds a place and all the space and nook and crannies in the tiny apartment are utilized.

you stand by the bedroom door and stare. relief is suppose to fill you but you let out a quiet groan. it almost looks perfect. how you could have forgotten it on the list, you don’t know.

when you had been thinking about him moving in, it had been one of your first initial thoughts and reasons. when you and him had your discussions, yukhei had even stood in the bedroom with you to observe the space just like you had done. he had even noticed it too.

“yukhei, i think we forgot something,” you call once you hear him exit the bathroom.

he comes to stand next to you, leaning against the doorframe as his eyes scan the room. you count silently in your head to see how long before he sees what is missing. three seconds to a minute and you hear his deep laugh while yukhei shakes his head because he realizes it now too.

to the left side of the bed, his side, is an empty space.

“we forgot a bedside table,” he says as you close the gap between your bodies. your arm circles around his middle while his wrap around your shoulder. “was it on the list?”

“i thought i had written it down, but i guess i forgot. we even talked about it, too,” you sigh. “i really thought we could have had everything done today and it’ll be perfect so you could relax and enjoy your first official day in here and not worry about anything.”

you hadn’t wanted him to come back after a long day of practicing and recording to organize or figure out what else he needed. you had wanted him to feel at ease. you had wanted him comfortable without any worries. so when he had been told about this day off, you and him thought it would be best to make sure the moving in and unpacking would be done today.

you're not certain when he will get his next day off. yukhei isn’t so sure himself either.

“umm, maybe i’ll just keep what i need on the floor for now.” your brows furrow and there’s a pout on your face when he glances down. “or i use a chair.” you shake your head, not fond of the idea either. yukhei places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “so how are we going to solve this little problem of ours then?” he whispers with a soft chuckle.

you hum softly and turn to the bare spot. you think for a moment before staring up at him with a grinning face. “would you like to go on a little trip?”

yukhei smiles. “i’ll go anywhere with you, babe.”

and he does.

your fingers are intertwined with his as you enter the store with the familiar blue and yellow hues covering the outside of the building.

it is quiet for a sunday afternoon and yukhei hugs your waist on the escalator ride up to the second floor.

“is there a specific color you want?”

a response you wait for but don’t receive. you turn to him, only to find him staring in curiosity and wonderment as you step off the escalator with the showrooms coming into view.

“yukhei?” he glances down at you with a tiny grin when you call his name. realization hits you then. “have you ever been here before?”

the tips of his ears turn pink and he shakes his head. “i remember ordering some things from here for the dorms. but other than that, no, it’s my first.” and that curve of his mouth almost turns shy.

you reach up with a bright beam to slightly fix his cap so you can see his face better. your hand finds his soon after and fingers are laced together. “c’mon, babe. let's go take some mini house tours,” you whisper with a tug.

those beautifully staged pictures he has seen on a screen becomes a reality then.

yukhei walks through the clean and modeled kitchens. he likes the feel of the cabinet doors’ wood grains against his hands. once he’s standing by the stove and stares at you sitting on one of the chairs at the kitchen island, he finds himself thinking about breakfasts and dinners with you.

“what would you like to eat?” he stirs the wooden spoon in the large empty soup pot.

you throw him a playful wink. “as long as it’s made with love, baby, anything.”

yukhei saunters into the decorated living rooms. he examines the bookshelves and the lamps. he sits and lays on the soft couches and chairs with a pleased smile. when you take a seat beside his reclining body, quickly kissing his puckered plump lips, he envisions the date night ins of movies and your and his favorite take outs.

“you know these feel like great make out couches.” he stares dreamily at you.

your bottom lip catches between your teeth to keep from smiling wide. “i think we should buy what we need before we get banned from coming here.”

yukhei enters the cozy bedrooms and your hand is firmly in his. he fluffs the pillows and looks into the wide spaces of the closets and the bedside tables that match. he snaps a quick giggling selfie picture with you in front of the familiar standing mirror in the corner of the room. then he catches you grazing and studying the soft bedsheets, he imagines how every morning and every night will be like with you.

“it’s going to be nice to kiss you when i wake up.” he squeezes your hand.

you hum softly and serenely. “it’s going to be nice to kiss you when i go to sleep.”

and all yukhei wants to do then is to kiss you right underneath the fairylights decorating this space until he can’t catch his breath and you feel dizzy. but you move away too swiftly before his lips brushes yours. he listens to your faint giggles with eyes fixed on your sweet smile while you pull on him to follow you.

“we’re never going to find what we need if we don’t keep going,” you tell him with a glint flickering in your gaze.

yukhei takes the two long strides to be side by side with you. but he drops your hand within seconds, favoring to hold you close with his large hand settling on your waist. a little more walking and admiring of the kitchen tables and chairs and office desks before you finally come into the section of what he needs.

his brows scrunch up as he studies the different styles and colors. yukhei looks between the traditional and the modern. he notes the black browns, grey stains, medium browns and white oak. or perhaps he should lean towards the clean white like the one he remembers on the right side of the bed.

he’s not sure what to pick.

“should i pick something that matches yours?” yukhei questions while turning to glance at you.

you shake your head though. “it’s your room, too, baby.”

almost instantly you feel your heart skip then because those words feels different yet extremely nice to say out loud. you watch as a boyish grin gradually spreads across yukhei’s face. to hear the sentence roll past your pretty mouth makes him feel excited.

“it doesn’t matter to me if they match. just pick whatever you like.”

and this time you don’t move away when he erases the small distance between your mouths. the kiss is chaste and soft but it still leaves your face warm and the quicken rhythms in his chest.

it takes a little time sorting out the possible choices and asking for your opinion too before he makes a decision. yukhei ends up almost matching with what you already have. he chooses the same two chest drawer style with clean lines and smooth running drawers but in the black brown instead.

“we have to go downstairs to the warehouse to pick it up,” you inform him while taking a quick picture of the tag for reference. “i still have the tool kit i bought with it last time so we don’t have to worry about that.”

yukhei takes your hand as you make your way out of the section. you take a look at the shelves and closets he rivals in height. he sits on the couches and pulls you down with wiggling eyebrows so you can test how comfortable they are. when you're looking for the descending escalator, you hear the excited laugh beside you.

he spots all the pretty and vivid colors and decorations of the children’s section. you feel the tug on your hand and follow him towards all the mini tables and chairs and to so many plushies.

puppies, pandas, elephants, monkeys and more, yukhei laughs and hugs the harmless zoo surrounding him.

“you know what we should do,” he starts and you hum, turning to look at him when he speaks. he picks up the big lion plush, petting the soft mane and stuffing filled body as if it is real. “we should get this one.”

your giggle yukhei hears amongst the shoppers around as you place the polar bear in your grasp back on the shelf. “and why is that?” you question curiously, your fingers reaching out to the wildlife in question.

the corners of his lips curl upwards while he looks down at the lion. “so when i’m not there, it’ll be like i am. you can hug him while you sleep and pretend it’s me.” yukhei lets out a short laugh.

for a brief second, you chew on your bottom lip wondering what he is thinking about and having an inkling of what he might be. his gaze find yours and you give him a tender smile.

“you’re not scared of the competition? because i might end up hugging him every night no matter what then.” you quietly tease him.

yukhei chuckles then, his eyes dramatically shifting between the stuffed plush and you. he playfully and sadly shakes his head and puts the lion back with the rest of them. “sorry, buddy, i can’t share her with you.”

you close the space between your bodies with a laugh and wrap your arm around his waist. you lean against his tall frame as he waves goodbye to the lion. his hand settles on your hip, two fingers sneaking into the loop of your jeans to press you close.

“in case you don’t know…” yukhei stares down at you, catching the tiny twinkle in your eyes. “i don’t need another lion. just one.” you murmur truthfully.

instantly he feels the warmth across his face. he presses his mouth to your forehead and you feel the growing smile against your skin. despite the conversations and talking from the people surrounding you then, it’s silent for a minute between you and him as your eyes finish taking in what’s around you. and when you nearly walk around in the full circle of how the store is set up, you remember. you pat his stomach lightly and look up. yukhei turns his attention to you and quietly hums.

“i forgot to bring you to one of, if not the best place here,” you tell him as you quickly take a glimpse at the signs and arrows and motion him to follow along

the journey just takes a quick minute towards the up escalator to the third floor and then you hear the faint gleeful chuckle next you because you know him all too well. a way to yukhei’s heart and how to always make him smile is food. and how has he not smelled the food until this moment, he’s not sure. but yukhei definitely smells it now and it smells delicious.

you pull on his hand to look at his watch and note the time. “this can be our dinner.” the gentle tug on his shirt takes his interest away from the café and he looks at you. “and then we’ll go pick up what we need. how does that sound to you?”

yukhei smiles and nods in agreement before turning to read the menu in front. it takes a few minutes of deciding and counting the number of dishes he wants to eat. you have to laugh at the amount of food you and he order together because it can feed at least four people.

but he laughs beside you. “don’t worry, i’m sure we’ll figure it out.”

and you do.

yukhei grins blissfully at the taste of the meatballs and potatoes with the bit of jam. he claps his hands in approval at the pork ribs and fries. he gives you a thumbs up at the fried rice when he takes a spoonful of it. he happily holds the piece of fried chicken to your mouth for you to take the first bite. you laugh, smiling at how relaxed he looks as each plate of the food is shared and gradually disappears into your mouths. and once he tries the slices of blueberry and apple pies at your giggling insistent because of your insatiable sweet tooth, yukhei stares at you with his stomach almost as full as his heart.

“i love you. you know that, right?”

your gaze on him under the bright lights softens while you feel the tugs on your heart. slowly you bob your head and close the small distance between your mouths. apples, cinnamon and a hint of blueberries linger between the gentle kiss and you watch yukhei lick his lips when you pull back.

you tap on the bill of his cap. “you like the pies?” you mischievously question.

he hums faintly with a boyish beam that makes the corner of his eyes crinkle and your cheeks warm.

“my favorites, babe.”

when there are just crumbs left of the desserts and the plates are put away and the table is clean of everything, the mission to finish the reason for this trip continues. you take the escalators down with your fingers tangled to his. your feet land on the polished grey floors and you peek up at the signs. yukhei takes a glimpse at you while your eyes dart to the store transit map too.

“it says the warehouse is this way. are you looking for something though?” he curiously asks.

you nod slowly and turn to him. “yeah, i forgot to pick up something before.” you give him a slight pull to the left. “it’ll be quick, okay? and i’ll need your help.”

yukhei raises his eyebrows at your last statement but follows your lead. it takes a few left turns and some right turns and in between getting lost within the light fixtures and the artwork he’s admiring before you stand where you want to be.

“i didn’t know you needed bedsheets,” he reaches to feel the soft material of them.

you stare up at him momentarily, your bottom lip caught between your teeth when he focuses on you. “i didn’t know either until we were upstairs looking at the bedrooms. in case you haven’t noticed, my sheets are currently a shade of strawberry ice cream pink.” you shrug slightly with an embarrassed smile as your gaze faces back to the item in question. “i just thought maybe this could be something new, too… for us.” even if he has slept in your bed many times before today, it will be his too. “and it’ll be fitting to have new sheets to make you feel comfortable in the bed.” yukhei laughs at the tiny pun you make and what you also don’t seem to realize. “so maybe you can pick a new set.”

people around you are talking, but the voice you want to hear is silent. your eyes and touch skim the different colored bedsheets waiting for his answer when yukhei lets go of your hand and his strong arm suddenly snakes around your waist. he holds you close. you feel his warm breath against your ear.

“as long as it’s you in that bed with me, i don’t care what color they are,” he whispers. his voice is low, teasing and honest because it really is the truth.

the faint squeak escapes your lips immediately and you turn to find his gaze intense and shining at you underneath the cap. yukhei bends down and kisses you tenderly. he pulls back and licks his lips with a charming beam.

he readjusts his cap. “you still want me to choose one?” his tone is soft and playful.

you squeeze his forearm and the way your lower lip slightly juts out all the while giving him a puppy stare has yukhei laughing because he gets his answer. he leaves a quick kiss to your temple and turns to the options in front of him. it takes him a moment to remember the powder blue comforter on your bed. then his long finger taps onto the crisp white with an endearing smile.

“it’ll go with your comforter in case you’re wondering about that, too.”

his words tease, but yukhei feels nothing but gratitude for you as he presses his lips to the apples of your cheeks.

then with the set of new bedsheet and matching pillowcases in the correct size tucked underneath his arm with your hand connected to his, it takes another round until you’re reading the signs again. yukhei pushes a cart to stand beside you with the bed sheets already inside. a quick peek you take at the picture of the tag on your phone and the numbers before you amble towards the aisle together for what you want. he locates it first and you watch as he nearly effortlessly pulls the heavy package from the shelf and puts it in the cart.

“is there anything else we might need?” you ask, your feet moving in a slow paced unison towards the checkout.

yukhei thinks for a minute, eyes scanning the products piled around him before he shakes his head. “no, i think we’re good.”

the lines are short for today and it doesn’t take long before the receipt is in his hand. the sun is going to set when you walk out. there’s a light spring breeze in the air as you make you way back home. and once you step into the apartment with the bed sheets in your arms and the bedside table package over his shoulder, the sky is a mix of oranges, pinks and purples.

it’s silent in the apartment as yukhei sits on the bedroom floor studying the pieces laid out in front of him and the images on paper. but then he hears the water running from the washer. the new bedsheet and pillowcases will be washed today but they won’t be able to be used until tomorrow when they dry. he glances up momentarily when you walk into the room, noting the jeans you had been wearing all day replaced by a pair of short cotton shorts. you take a seat on the wooden floor and place the toolkit in front of him.

“it looks easy,” yukhei says with a confident grin and threads his long fingers through his hair. “the pictures seem clear enough so it shouldn’t be too bad. how long did it take you to put it together?” he motions to the white one.

you giggle. “three afternoons.” your answer draws an immediate amused snort from him and he covers his mouth to muffle the loudness of it as you playfully pout and swat his thigh. “in my defense i did it alone and it was my first time putting any kind furniture together,” you reason as he pulls you to him.

his large hands settle on your naked thighs and he gives it a light squeeze. yukhei kisses you softly half a dozen times before your tiny grin surfaces alongside his lips.

“it’s one more you built than me though,” he says proudly and his words earn him a pleased hum and nod from you. “maybe we can finish this in one and a half nights with the two of us instead,” yukhei murmurs with a teasing smile on his face and a glow in his large eyes. “are you ready to help me?”

you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a quick kiss. “always, baby.”

but the time that has passed since you put yours together feels too long ago and building it together now feels like a brand new experience.

your brows furrow simultaneously with his when trying to find the correct pieces in the pictures. his satisfied grin matches yours when the screws are twisted and pushed into their designated places. your laughs mix together while you and him try your best at hammering the nails into the back board without it being too loud in fear of getting complaints from the neighbors.

it feels nice to work together to put it together.

and in the end, it doesn’t take you one and a half nights to finish. when the bedside table is standing on the left side of the bed, only three and a half hours have ticked away. the sky outside is dark now and all the streetlights are illuminating the city. the cardboard box is folded up and by the door ready to throw away in the morning. the few extra screws and toolkit you store back away in the storage closet. the bedsheet and pillowcases you have taken out of the washer and it drapes over the drying racks with the humidifier turned on ready to be changed tomorrow.

you lean against the bed, head slightly turned while the corners of your mouth curl up. you watch yukhei pull open the two drawers. it’s quiet in the bedroom and he watches and listens as the drawers rolls out and back into place smoothly and soundlessly once he pushes it close.

yukhei turns around to face you. “that wasn’t so bad. we should buy more furniture to build together,” he suggests with a chuckle. he scoots until his back hits against the bed like yours and finds your eyes. “thank you for the help. we make a pretty good team.”

you hum in agreement, feeling the skip to your heart. you take his hand and thread your fingers through his and lean your head against his shoulder. you stare at his phone and charger and that scented candle he has already placed on top of the space.

“so what’s going to be the first thing you put in there?”

yukhei purses his lips. “you have any suggestions?” he asks, nudging you softly.

thinking for a moment, a giggle abruptly slips from your lips. “i have something.”

you let go of his hand and push yourself up. his head turns and he watches as you climb onto the bed with your slippers dropping from your feet beside him to you crawl over to the other side. yukhei stares after you, unconsciously licking his lips at the sight in front of him because your shorts are short. you reach your bedside table and open the top drawer. the rectangular box you want is in your grasp.

“close your eyes, babe,” you instruct.

yukhei raises his eyebrows at you but does what you say. you take out the box then, crawling back and opening the top drawer of the newly built bedside table to drop it in gently. you push it close and then lay on your stomach, wrapping your arms around his neck.

your breath tickles his ear as you kiss the shell of it right beside his earring. his hands come up, tenderly grazing his fingertips across your skin. “can i look now?”

you nod even though his eyes remain shut. “you can look all you want.”

the chuckle into his ear is sugary and almost seductive while he opens his eyes. his head slightly angles to narrows his eyes at you suspiciously and he notes the mischief in yours. yukhei shifts a little and pulls open the top drawer. his low and deep laugh instantly comes from his chest and he feels the warmth dusting his face when he sees what it is.

the brand new box of condoms he had purchased last week comes into his view.

always he keeps them here for himself to prevent him from forgetting it every time he comes to see you. always he puts them in your bedside table because it was your space, your home.

but it is different now.

you giggle and your arms around his neck loosen to give him enough space to twist his body around so he can look at you better. his expressive eyes shifts between the sweet and devilish beam playing on your lips to the spark glimmering in your eyes.

yukhei bites the corner of his mouth and swallows the tiny lump in his throat. “you trying to tell me something?” he whispers dangerously low.

you nod slowly and lean in to kiss him gently on his soft lips. “hmm, just that i love you.” your tongue teasingly comes out then to swipe his bottom lip. you feel the anticipation and nervousness of what will be in store for you and him. he hears the quiet and tantalizingly noise from your throat. “and that maybe i don’t think i have properly welcomed you yet.”

a faint groan emits from yukhei. his hands come up and cradle your face and he moves bit by bit forward. “how do you plan on that?”

he doesn’t wait for an answer because his grinning mouth teases yours before he finally connects them. you smile into the kiss, pleased at the way his thumbs are caressing your cheeks and how he slightly angles your head to deepen the kiss a little. your arms drop from around him as he slowly gets to his knees. you grip on his shirt while your mouth continues to move alongside his with delighted sighs when he rises and pulls you up with him.

yukhei stands on his feet and you’re on your knees on the bed. his tongue grazes your teeth before it gently prods into your mouth. you swallow his groan when your hands travel up to thread your fingers into his hair. his hands descend, sneaking underneath your shirt. his touch is so warm and he squeezes your waist while you leave him with a nip to his upper lip.

your breaths are labored and so are his as yukhei finds the hem of the shirt you are wearing. you give him a tiny smile and he pulls it over your head and drops it to the floor. his gaze sweeps across your face and travels down to the melon colored satin covering your supple breasts. they look so full and soft and just so squeezable. you let out a breathless chuckle at how he stares and the sound draws his attention back up to your face. he presses his forehead to yours and cups your face. the corners of his wet lips twitch up.

“is this what you had in mind?” yukhei hums while your hands journey to grasp the bottom of his t-shirt. “this kind of welcoming?”

you bite the corner of your mouth but he still hears the little squeal. “hmm, maybe.” your tone is sugary and his chuckle makes your stomach flip. you tug on the material and he gets the hint, helping you remove his shirt.

once it joins your shirt on the floor, yukhei is certain your eyes are lighting up more than before. your touch grazes down his chest, his tattoo and the muscles of his torso before reaching his sweatpants that hang low enough on his hips to give you a peek of the yellow lettering on the band of his boxer briefs. when your fingers are just about to hook onto the edge of them, yukhei takes a hold of your hands. he brings them up to his mouth and puckers a kiss onto the palm of each of them.

“lay down,” he breathes out, nudging you back.

there’s a playful pout on your face he catches because something else is on your mind. he nods and chuckles softly though and lifts your arms to drape over his shoulders. you shake your head and his hands find your hips and his mouth momentarily brushes against your forming grin. yukhei slowly climbs onto the bed, kicking off his slippers too and little by little, moves and lowers you onto the bed with light sweet giggles slipping from your mouths.

your head hits the pillow and you part your legs for him to settle comfortably between them. yukhei leans over you with forearms resting beside your slightly tilted head. there’s a charming beam on his face that makes you feel shy like the first time being noticed by a crush. the spark flickering in his wide eyes as they dance over your face causes the warmth in your chest to bloom. the tip of his nose tickles yours briefly. your fingers reach to push his hair back and lightly scratch his head. yukhei sighs quietly and delightedly at your soft touches.

he leans down to give you a small kiss. “you know all day you have been making sure of everything for me to feel comfortable and that i have what i need.” his words are low and calm. “i don’t know if you realize it, but i just need you.” the heat rushes to your cheeks. “as long as you are here with me and you are happy when i walk through that front door, it will be enough.”

a little shy yukhei feels at his confession. but then the tiny squeak that comes from you as you hug him makes it okay that the tip of his ears are red and he feels a bit embarrassed. his arms move to slide under you and wrap around your waist. he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his laugh muffling into your skin as he breathes in the vanilla and flowers again.

once he raises his head up a minute later, yukhei is met with the beam on your face. it is so pretty and bright and he is left wondering what in the world he doing to be deserving of where he is right now.

your gaze is a little hazy but your heart is a lot full. you wonder if he will always find a way to make you love him more than you already do.

“you’re such a liar when you say you aren’t romantic,” you whisper as your hands slip to grasp onto his arms. his muscles are strong and hard underneath your fingertips.

you lift your head, gently connecting your mouth to his. the kiss is sweet but passionate. yukhei lets go of your mouth with faint nibbles to your bottom lip. he releases a deep breath with a boyish and soft smile on his face.

“but just in case i haven’t said it enough to you today, thank you.”

and his words make you hum softly. they cause the corners of your lips to twitch. they make your breath hitch in your throat. you feel the rhythm of your heart beat a little quicker yet you feel so calm. you cup his face and he watches as you faintly shake your head.

“actions speak louder than words, baby.” there's mischief glittering in your eyes. “show me,” you softly and coolly command.

instantly yukhei lifts an eyebrow and a smirk emerges on his handsome face. you stare at his eyes that slowly turn dark at your challenge.

the teasing curl of your lips coming out encourages him to make his move. yukhei moistens his lips while his hands begin to slide up your body and your feet glide up the back of his legs. his gaze stays on yours while he gently squeezes your breasts. the whine you squeak out causes the beam on his face to gradually widen.

yukhei leans down and slowly brushes his mouth against yours. your hold on his face firms a little as the kiss bit by bit becomes a little more enthusiastic and messy. he gives your breasts another squeeze and he swallows your moan. his mouth trails off yours and you turn your head while he leaves the wet open kisses on your jaw. you run your hands into his hair as he sucks on the base of your neck briefly. yukhei continues an excited path down, drawing sighs from you when he dots kisses over your collarbones and the exposed skin of your chest.

your hands leave his hair and you try to slip them to your back underneath his weight. it takes him seconds to notice your movements and he shifts back a bit, stopping you when you attempt again.

“let me do it,” he murmurs with a small smirk.

a soft chuckle escapes. “be my guest.”

you slightly arch your back and yukhei slides a hand underneath and unhooks the clasp with a simple flick of his thumb and index finger. you raise your arms as he pulls the bra off of you and drops it onto the floor.

there’s a delighted smile on your and his face at the lost barrier. he runs a hand over his mouth, groaning happily while he stares at how you start pushing and cupping your breasts together. you bite the corner of your lips but he still hears the faint little mewl as you play with the supple flesh in your hands.

yukhei likes all parts of you. he really does. he can caress, kiss and hold every part of you for hours on end. but sometimes in times like this, he thinks he might favor some parts more than others.

“baby…”

your needy voice draws him out of the trance. yukhei gently shakes his head with a deep short laugh and soon enough his touch replaces yours. his large hands fits around your breasts so perfectly as he massages and squeezes them just how you like it.

how soft they look never compares to how soft they really feel.

yukhei rolls your nipples between his fingers as he shifts again and lowers his head. with his eyes connected to yours, he latches onto a hardening tip. he sucks and nibbles on one while playing with the other. you slide your hands into his hair again and tenderly move your fingers, stroking his scalp with every action of his mouth. you moan as his tongue flickers across your nipple for a few moments before he switches to lavish the other with his mouth and tongue.

when yukhei finally parts from your chest, he leaves appreciative presses of his mouth to your skin. you catch the faint curl of his plump lips but then he lowering his face, kissing a simple straight line down your stomach until he stops at the edge of your shorts. he moves back again while reaching for the last two articles of clothing concealing you.

but yukhei removes only the shorts though, leaving you only then in the simple lace trim underwear in the same color of your bra that just covers enough of your pussy. he grabs the other pillow besides your head. he gently squeezes and nudges your hips to lift up. you do and he slides the pillow underneath, the added height bringing what he wants closer and higher.

“you okay?” yukhei asks while his hands grips tenderly at your thighs and you spread them wider.

a tiny noise comes from you and you smile faintly. “i’m good.”

yukhei scoots himself down and glances up to find your chest rising and falling steadily as you softly pinch your nipples in anticipation. he lowers his head completely then and turns his attention to what’s in front of him.

you sigh when you feel him press a kiss over your underwear. he nuzzles his nose into the thin and delicate fabric and inhales deeply. you might not see it, but you sense the smile etching across his face right now. he removes one hand off your thighs and brings it to your covered core. he rubs it, his hand creating a warm friction and you whimper quietly at the stickiness that builds.

“how wet are you, baby?” yukhei teases even though he feels it himself.

he finds your gaze for a second and your bottom lip juts out almost innocently when you meet his. “very,” you breath out.

a quiet hum and sweet smile he gives you in response before his head disappears back down between your legs. within moments you feel soft and slow kisses placed along your left inner thigh. yukhei stops right at the edge of the lace and then switches to the other side and does the same.

then he spreads your legs a bit more and pushes the fabric of your underwear to the side. his eyes eat up your soaked folds. you sigh in relief at the removal of the sticky material and the air that grazes your core. but it’s short break because yukhei parts your folds gently to slip a finger into you. you moan immediately and he lets out a chuckle. he’s watching with pleasure at how easily his finger goes in your pussy.

yukhei takes a moment teasing you, his long digit working you before he slips a second one in. your eyelids flutter at how good it feels to be touched and you gasp quietly while your hands begin massaging your breasts.

“baby, you’re so soaked for me,” he coos, while sitting up a little.

yukhei moves to hover over you, his fingers continuing to go in and out of you at a nice steady pace. he softly latches on your parted lips. you let out a needy moan. your hand comes up to cup his face and his tongue is gently sliding into your warm mouth. once he has you a little distracted from the kiss and his fingers, yukhei slithers a third digit into your core.

you whimper at the additional stretch to your walls and your mouth drops from his. but you continue to hold onto his face as you get use to the three fingers in you. he watches the satisfied smile gradually come out before him. soon enough your hands descends to grip onto the comforter beneath your heated body as you slowly begin rolling your hips.

“oh, that feels good.” you let out a breathless laugh. “mmm, baby, your fingers feel so good,” you pant out.

the sticky slick sounds of his fingers drowning in your wetness makes him grunt. you feel the slight cool metal from his rings and smile and whimper at the thought and image of just how deep he is in right now.

“can you take one more?” he whispers

yukhei chuckles at how fast you almost nod and glances down as his pinky goes in too. he feels the pride at the way your eyelids are fluttering and your hips move faster while you gulp for air. yukhei holds down your thigh and curls his fingers then. the high whine you let out and your eyes widening has him smiling devilishly. he does it again and again and the high whine turns to desperate long moans.

you huff, feeling the dampness on the back of your neck. “yukhei, my god- yeah, like that, baby.”

he scoots his body back down then with a grin that makes his cheeks hurt and your gaze follows him. you stare as yukhei removes his fingers from your pussy. your cheeks heat when he sticks his index finger in his mouth with a hum to suck your juices. you whimper at the sight and give him a sugary smile. he slowly nods and moves closer, bringing his hand between your mouths.

there’s a smirk on his face. “here, baby,” he murmurs as you hold onto his wrist.

your eyes locked and your tongues dart out together as both of you lap up what’s on his fingers.

yukhei shifts away first after a minute and you take the last lick with a pleased sigh. he groans happily and moves back, reaching to grip onto your underwear with both hands. you raise your hips a little to help him and the tiny piece of fabric finds company with your bra.

you’re naked now and settling your hips back down onto the pillow. yukhei admires every curve of yours for a long moment. he watches with a proud look as you plant your feet onto the bed and spread your legs. your dripping folds are glistening underneath the lights for him. you run both hands down over your breasts and your stomach until you reach your pussy. you rub the sides of your core, just centimeters from plunging your own fingers in there.

“you know what would feel really nice?” the playful but seductive question brings his gaze back to your face only to find your tongue slowly sweeping over your smiling lips.

yukhei laughs, the deep and low sound making his chest vibrate a bit and you mewl.

“funny because i was thinking the same thing,” he says as he shifts his body down again and lowers his head until he just centimeters away from your pussy.

and at that first lick against your very wet folds, the whimper you let out has yukhei so satisfied and smug.

his hands settle on your thighs, tenderly yet firmly holding them down. he takes another lick and then another, each leaving you craving for a little more. you reach over to put your hands on his head, gripping onto his soft locks.

yukhei hums softly. “so good, baby,” he murmurs in between kitten licks. “you taste so good for me.”

you let out a needy sound and yukhei thinks it’s just melodic. all he wants is to hear more. so he dips his tongue into your pussy and it draws a loud moan. the smile on his face is so wide he can’t help but do it again, going even deeper. you bless his ears once more with a desperate and blissed noise and soon enough he begins a steady pace of diving and swirling his tongue into your wetness.

“baby, don’t stop,” you mewl.

yukhei doesn’t, pushing his mouth into your pussy. you whine and try to close your legs around him, but he stops you. he sucks on your clit then and the action immediately causes you to arch your back. he lets go of your thigh, his large hand splaying on your stomach to keep you down.

“you’re fucking delicious, you know that?” you bring the freed leg to drape over his broad shoulder. he flattens his tongue and drags it up so slowly, the pressure making you squirm. “taste like heaven.”

he’s eating you out to his heart’s content as if you are his final meal.

you feel the tightness forming in your stomach. “yukhei,” you whine. “baby, i want more. please make me come.”

he groans at your request and lets go of your other thigh to bring his fingers to join his mouth in your pussy. you whimper loudly and grasp for his hand on your stomach, shakily bringing it up to cup breasts. he moans into your core at what he can play with now too. each lick and swirl of his tongue between the hard sucks to your clit has yukhei rolling your nipples and squeezing your breasts. the stimulations feel stronger with the passing moments. your sounds come out needier and higher while the fire in your stomach is burning.

“fuck- almost. baby, please don’t stop,” you cry. “i’m close, yukhei. fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” your desperate pleads has yukhei working twice the speed with so much enthusiasm.

you come with strangled whines and the corners of your eyes a little wet. both his hands move to your quivering thighs. he’s massaging them as you ride out the wave. you feel the continual gentle touches of his tongue as he cleans you off in between the sweet whispers to take deep breaths.

when the quivering stops and yukhei finally lifts his head and sits back, the smile is soft on his face. his lips and chin have a coat of shine to them and you watch as his tongue proceeds to come out to clean it off. but you hum, pushing your body up to get close to him because you did not get enough the first time. you cup his face and with a enticing smile, your own tongue darts and lightly swipes over your juices that remain. you finish with a tender kiss to his smirk.

“i don’t think i can ever get tired of your mouth and tongue.” your compliment makes him chuckle softly and a little bashfully. “and i also don’t think i’m done welcoming you yet,” you tell him with a pout when he moves and stands up beside the bed.

yukhei shakes his head because he’s not going anywhere.

“really?” there’s the fake surprise lacing in his tone and it makes you giggle. “what else were you thinking of then, babe?” he questions with an all too knowing beam and you gape as he begins to push down his sweatpants and underwear.

you shift on the bed to go to him and even if yukhei doesn’t need the help, you glance up at him with a grin and rest your hands over his. each tug down together makes you excited and it isn’t long until his cock is out. it slaps softly against his toned torso and you stare for a moment with your bottom lip caught between your teeth to conceal the squeal. he hears you though.

even if this scene of you staring at his cock and anticipating it has occurred too many times to remember anymore, it leaves the pride in his chest.

you still want him as much as he still wants you.

everything is pushed pass his knees and yukhei finishes the job when his bottoms bunch at his feet. you reach out to hold his hand in one of yours as your other softly grips the base of his cock. you look up briefly through your lashes before you lick the precum covered slit. you hum at the taste and yukhei takes in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. he watches with an amused grin as you get into a comfortable sitting position with your legs bent out before beginning to take kitten licks and pepper kisses along his length.

“i didn’t eat you out expecting you to suck me off,” he whispers, caressing your cheek with his free hand.

your head shakes in response, feeling the tugs in your chest. you smile innocently up at him. “well i was about to before, but you had another idea.” your tongue swirls over the tip once and twice before you suckle on it for a moment.

yukhei chuckles lowly, entranced at how much you are enjoying this. “fair enough then, baby.”

you spit a little on his cock for a bit of extra wetness. you stroke him with one hand, your wrist rotating expertly as your other remains in his. “and besides, you always taste so delicious,” you tease him and his jaw clenches. “why wouldn’t i want to?”

he gently and affectionately pats your head and you hum softly. the wink you throw his way before your lips descends over the tip of his cock has him moaning. he feels heavy in your mouth yet it’s so comforting. you begin to bob your head for a minute, drawing deep grunts from his parted lips.

yukhei moves his hand to rest behind your head when you suddenly take him little by little more into your mouth. the quick glimpse up to see his head slightly thrown back leaves you thrilled as you feel a rush into your core. his tip hits the back of your throat and you moan, the vibrations making him shudder for a second. your free hand reaches to hold his taut thigh.

he rolls his neck once before looking down at you. “you ready?”

the faint nod yukhei makes out as you steady your breathing has him slowly starting to thrust.

your mouth is so warm and it feels like velvet. he groans and your grip on his hand tightens. “fuck, is this what you wanted? yeah, you like how i fuck your mouth like this, baby?” he pants out with a grin while his hips begin to jerk quicker.

you moan at his words, feeling more of your wetness pool in your pussy again. each thrust follows with your head bobbing and cheeks hollowing. yukhei watches, amazed at how you can take him back into your mouth with such ease. your gaze finds his briefly and the curl of his lips looks too pleased.

he gasps. “you’re beautiful.” how he wishes you can see it for yourself like this.

yukhei pushes your hair back, continuing to push in your mouth deeper and deeper. his eyelids close momentarily and his composure falters for a second at the pleasure flowing in him. you let go of his hand, both of yours now gripping on his muscled thighs and curling your legs underneath you to sit on them for a better stance.

upon your movements, yukhei opens his eyes and catches the reflection of your ass and the back of your head bobbing in the standing mirror at the corner. he smirks and admires the sight, wondering how he has never fully realized how the mirror has faced this angle towards the bed. he bites his lips, groans still slipping out loudly as he focuses down on you again. he feels the twist in his stomach. the pace of his thrust quickens and tears prickle your eyes.

“baby, fuck, i’m close. yeah- fuck,” yukhei huffs out. “can you take it?”

you moan and that close is closer than you realize because it’s barely a minute before he lets out a choked sound and mutters a string of curses. the thick, warm and slightly salty liquid glides down your throat. his hands moves to caress your cheeks once more as you try to catch your breath through your nose. you glance to see his chest rapidly rising and falling while his hip gradually slows. your hands lovingly rub up and down his thighs as you suck and swallow.

“hmm, you’re too good to me, you know that?” yukhei whispers serenely with a smile.

when you finally pull your mouth off his cock with a pop, a few pearly white droplets of cum flick onto you grinning lips. the tip of your tongue peeks out to clean it up and yukhei leans down to kiss you almost immediately. the pad of his thumb skims your jaw and your arms wrap around his neck. his tongue slides in and he tastes himself. you hold him closer and sigh into his mouth. he nips and tugs on your flesh and parts from your puffy lips.

his nose brushes yours and you smile teasingly. “do you know what i was thinking of? what i kind to want to try now?”

yukhei hums as he nudges you back. the bed dips a little with the added weight. he’s sitting on his heels and you move to him on your knees. one arm remains around his neck while you glance down at his cock. yukhei stares with a smile at your fingertips running up and down his length.

“what?” there’s curiosity laced in his voice.

you swipe your thumb across the slit and the corners of your mouth coil up when your see and feel the faint twitch of his cock. you look up at him then. his gaze on you is loving and soft and it’s hard to miss the mischief in your eyes.

“i want to try waking you up by blowing you.”

and you think the opportunities to do so now will be so much more.

the revelation has his eyes widening and his breath catches in his throat. yukhei wouldn’t need those alarms ten minutes apart. he'll wake up with a grin instead of a groan.

you watch amusingly at how he bites his lip, trying to hold in the moan and failing miserably because the image of being greeted with your warm mouth encasing his cock while your bodies bathe in the morning sunlight looks really good in his head. and as good as the picture looks, yukhei is certain it will feel even better.

the sugary giggle makes him shake his head and he can’t stop his own chuckles from mixing with those cute sounds of yours.

yukhei feels the blush covering his cheeks. “don’t tease me, baby.” he lowers his head while his hands snake behind you. you squeak when he grabs onto your ass.

you smile brightly and wrap your hand tenderly around his cock. it’s still a bit slick from your saliva and you slowly begin to move your touch up and down. “i’m not.”

he grunts at the new sensation and takes a deep breath with a pleased and thrilled smile. “then i’m looking forward to it, babe.” he leaves a quick peck on your mouth and rests his forehead to yours. one hand lifts off your ass to cradle your jaw. “hey, do you know what i just noticed?” his voice is so calm and soft.

you simply shake your head, wondering what yukhei has seemed to discovered. there’s a sweet and almost shy smile on his face as he shifts his head back. he juts his chin out and motions to something behind you. your brows furrow for a fleeting moment as you turn your head.

and what you meet is your reflections and the sight of his hand caressing your ass. you laugh softly because that has always been there. that mirror in that corner of your bedroom facing your bed has never changed. you giggle and shift your position a little for his cock, still in your hand, to come into view of the mirror. you watch while his hand lowers a touch and his fingers disappears underneath. you whimper when you feel the faint graze against your folds. his hand on your face descends to cup your breast and your hand over his cock suddenly moves a little faster.

yukhei shifts his mouth beside your ear, his warm breath fanning your skin. “is the welcoming over yet?” he inquires teasingly.

he chuckles when you turn your attention back to him with a tiny smile and don’t miss a beat in shaking your head. immediately he leans forward to crash his lips to yours in a messy and fervent kiss. he brings his hand back up to cradle your face for a brief moment before he pulls back.

“turn around, baby,” yukhei breathes out.

you let go of his cock and do so with happy beam. you sit on the heels of your feet then with your legs parted while your head tilts the slightest. yukhei rests his chin on your shoulder and your stares connect through the mirror. his hands come up from behind you to massage and jiggle your breasts. he moves down to gently cup your pussy, his middle finger reaching to dip a little into your core. you bite the insides of your cheeks as yukhei leaves short kisses along the curve of your neck before he moves away from you.

your head turns to watch him fisting his cock, giving it a handful of quick pumps with one hand as he reaches into that top drawer of the black brown bedside table. he pulls out that box of condoms you had dropped in earlier and you can’t help but turn around fully then. yukhei looks at you with a prideful smirk as his cock is getting heavier and looking bigger with each stroke of his hand. you stare with a watering mouth and rushes to your pussy at how hard he can quickly get sometimes.

the curl of your lips is sweet as you reach for his cock. “baby, let me,” you whisper.

your touch replaces his hand and even though his cock stands hard and ready to plunge into your dripping core, you can’t resist the feeling of it in your hands.

yukhei slides a finger under the glued flaps of the box. he tears a condom from the strip and places the box back into the drawer.

he rips the foil. “so do we keep them in there from now on?” yukhei asks with a quiet laugh.

you release his cock, your eyes shifting between his glowing handsome face and the condom being rolled on. “hmm, only if you want, babe.”

a quick kiss you press to his chest before turning back around. his arms wrap around your waist. the tip of his nose grazes the shell of your ear and he takes a deep breath. the activities of what you’ve been doing combining with the scents of your body wash and perfume has him feeling a high.

yukhei exhales slowly. “can you get on your hands and knees for me, baby?” his request is low and soft and he catches the excited whimper from you.

he watches for a moment as you lift the corner of the comforter and fold it back. the grip on the bedsheet will work so much better with this position. you bend over happily within seconds and crawl up a few inches to get nearer to mirror. the little shake of your ass before you slightly spread your legs has yukhei grunting softly as he follows behind you on his knees. his legs on either sides of yours, he stares with a dreamy smile at how nice your ass looks.

your workouts are really treating you and him well.

he brings his hands up to smooth over and squeeze your soft flesh as his eyes find yours through the mirror.

yukhei licks his lips. “you good?” he reaches between your legs, slipping two of his fingers into your pussy. you see his eyes widen and the satisfaction blooms in your chest.

your grin is near devilish as you clutch onto the bed sheets and jut your ass out against his cock to rub it. “please.”

he gives his a cock a few pumps and then with one hand gently gripping your hip, yukhei lines up to your pussy. his gaze stay fixed on yours through your reflections as he slowly eases in. you moan at the wonderful stretch of your walls and he groans at how tight you are even after his fingers and tongue. once his cock is fully nestled inside you, his hands run up and down your spine before it stops at your ass. he squeezes it and you whine, wanting him to move already.

“yukhei.”

he catches the pout on your face and yukhei chuckles at your impatience when he thinks it should be him that should be the impatient one with what you are giving him right now.

you see him softly nod and with both hands now resting on your hips, you feel him pull out a little before pushing back into you fully. your instant moan pleases him and he grins, starting with shallow thrusts that draws whimpers from your parted lips.

“you’re so damn tight,” he huffs out.

yukhei slowly begins to pick up a steady rhythm. “mmmhmm, yeah, i want more,” you gasps. “yeah, mmm, please.”

your wish he grants because the pace of his strokes picks up a little speed. your whimpers come out higher and in shorter intervals. yukhei looks down, staring with pride at the sight of his cock disappearing into you.

“fuck, baby, you feel amazing,” he groans. “yeah, you’re taking my cock so fucking well.”

your grip on the bed sheets firms and your back arches while yukhei glances up. he watches you through the mirror as your eyelids shut.

“open your eyes.” you try your best to do so, to look at him and to just observe at how a mess you are right now as he slams into you with a proud smile. “look at how beautiful you are when i fuck you, baby,” he coos in between the thick gulps of air.

his hold on your hips tightens. you feel the slight dig of his short nails into your flesh. he's pounding into you at a relentless pace. the room fills with the sounds of skin slapping skin and the strangled words from your throat.

“oh fuck, yukhei, don’t stop.” you desperately moan. “you feel so fucking good. mmm, go harder, baby, don’t stop.”

despite what you want, your arms are tiring and you slip for a moment, unable to hold yourself up. yukhei slows down his hips a bit. “you okay?”

you whine, wanting him to continue slamming into you. you try to push yourself up on your arms that feel like jelly.

yukhei catches you though before you completely fall, his arms encircling your waist and his hips stop. he pulls you up onto your knees with his cock still nestled in your warm pussy. you immediately reach to hold onto his arms around you, trying to catch your breath and get comfortable kneeling. he pushes your hair to the side. your very damp back presses to his heaving and very damp chest as your head leans against his broad shoulder.

you turn the slightest to find him watching you. his eyes are soft and loving and you bite the corner of your lips to keep yourself from smiling too much.

“hi,” he whispers.

it'll be a lie to say the colony of butterflies aren’t residing in your chest right now and you feel your face heat for different reasons.

“hi,” you respond back.

yukhei tips forward, crushing his mouth onto yours for kiss. it’s wet and eager but the passion and want is there. he pulls back with a sweet peck onto your swollen lips. then his arm stays wrapped around your waist while the other slips under your arm to come up to hold your shoulder, securing you to him.

you know how he wants it now. he presses half a dozen kisses to your shoulder, then to your neck and lastly your cheek and it draws a light sweet giggle that tickles his soul. one hand grips onto his arm around you middle while you bring your other arm back and around his neck. you turn to him and swallow the lump in your throat.

“i love you.”

your sweet words and that shy smile on your face makes his heart want to combust with joy. yukhei presses his forehead to yours and within seconds you feel his cock slide out a little before slowly thrusting back in. you whimper at the new angle he hits you.

unlike minutes before when his thrusts were rough and quick, they’re gentler this time.

the buildup will be slow but the release will be intense.

and you will welcome it.

his hips move languidly as his hand angles down to cup your breast. he pinches and rolls your nipples between his fingers. his mouth settles beside your ear and you hear every low and pleased grunt escaping him. the tantalizing and steady pace has you dizzy and whining at how fucking amazing he’s making you feel. you close the gap between your mouth to kiss him messily.

yukhei releases your lips and puckers an open kiss to your cheek. he turns to stare at the mirror.

“look at yourself,” he murmurs so calmly. you moan, twisting your head to find his large eyes transfixed on your reflections. “baby, look at how gorgeous you are.” his compliment makes you whine before a small grin slowly appears. “so fucking fucked and gorgeous.”

your heartbeat skips, watching that teasing beam on his face while he squeezes one of your breasts. you let go of his arm around your middle and bring it up to your other breast, your motions on your flesh mirroring his. he smiles delightedly at the scene. you whimper at the slight peek of his cock sliding in and out of you. and slowly then you begin to bounce up and down gently to his deep strokes against your walls. the choked moan escapes from his throat as yukhei briefly throws his head back. it makes you smirk proudly.

he gulps. “oh fuck yeah, baby, just like that.” the arm around you firms, holding you close to him while he finds your eyes in the mirror once more. “keep going for me, baby.”

for a minute then you continue to move along his thrusts as your eyes stay together. it’s romantic, intimate and you and yukhei feel the calm despite the rushes in your bodies and the fast rhythm of your hearts.

you grasp his arm again for the balance as you push down harder. the room feels too hot and the sweat on your bodies feels like glue. your mewls and his groans fill up the bedroom and the pit of your stomach gradually tightens.

your whimpers are needy. “mmm, fuck i’m – i’m close, yukhei.”

you watch him nod and the arm around your waist loosens. his hand shifts down, finding your clit. then it’s his thrusts and your bouncing and the added stimulations as he rubs small circles quickly on your clit that has your world is spinning. your body is in overdrive. your arm around his neck tightens and your eyes momentarily shut again.

but you sense the shake of his head.

“look at me,” he tenderly demands.

it takes you a moment, the pressure increasing bit by bit in your stomach as you finally do so. your gaze finds his again in the mirror. the whines and whimpers come out faster and yukhei licks his lips and struggles to breath deep. the sweet and needy noises from you are making the coil in his own abdomen start.

he moves his mouth to your ear, the friction on your clit intensifying. “come on, baby. come for me.” he encourages softly.

you do a minute later with a desperate cry of his name and you swear you see stars. yukhei presses a kiss to your skin and his hips stop as the shiver runs through your body. he holds you so closely, crushing you to him that you see the flexes in his arms. you turn your head and his eyes are dark and you nod as your tongue swipes across your mouth and your hands hold onto his forearms. your wave is still coursing through you, but your sweet bounces on his cock start up again and his steady rhythm of thrusts continue once more.

“yeah, you fuck me so good,” you gasps. “mmm, so good, so good, baby.”

you’re sensitive, your body already gone through euphoria twice now. but the look on his face and that stream of short and heavy grunts tells you yukhei is so close that you don’t care how spent you are. you want him to have another high for the night. your arms drop and move backwards, your grip managing to find his ass.

an innocent smile appears on your face while you coo. “baby, let it go for me.”

the sound yukhei releases when he finally comes is low and deep and right into your ear. it sends the chill down your spine and you lean your head back because you’re clenching around his cock intensely again.

you’re whining loudly as your body is trembling and little crescent moons are pressed into his skin. yukhei remains hugging you tight, whispering sweet praises of how well you did and how good you are. he slowly rides out his wave with a satisfied smile and fills up the condom as you take deep breaths and begin to roll your hips a bit. carefully and gently, he latches on your mouth. you whimper and melt into his kiss that is sweet and warm. you reach up, cupping his jaw with one hand while the other settles over his arms. you sigh into him and slowly part as both your hips finally come to a halt.

it feels like a hot and sticky summer night without air conditioning. there’s a shiny sheen over your bodies and your damp hair matches his. an affectionate peck to your shoulder yukhei leaves you.

“you okay?” the concern is lingering in his tone.

humming and faintly nodding your head, the corners of your mouth twitch up and you feel the tugs on your heart.

always so attentive he is afterwards.

“i’m okay.”

two more kisses he leaves on your skin before he gently lowers you. your hands brace onto the bed before you’re laying down.

his body hovers over you. you hear the deep breath he takes and behind you, yukhei smiles blissfully. you smell so heavenly and inviting, all he wants is to cuddle you right now. his mouth rests next to your ear.

“i’m going to pull out, okay?” yukhei tells you softly.

you nod again and with one arm still around you, he reaches down and tugs his cock out. you whimper at the missing stretch to your walls. he moves away from you and you make your tired body turn around. slowly you prop yourself on your elbow to watch him sit against the heels of his feet and pull the condom off. he hears the soft hum and looks at you staring at him and his cock.

“that was nice,” you murmur with a pleased smile.

yukhei shakes his head and quickly ties up the condom with a chuckle. “that was more than nice. it was amazing. you’re amazing.”

your giggle is light and bashful but the satisfaction fills your chest and paints across your face. yukhei reaches over to grab a tissue on your bedside table. you watch as he wraps it up and stands, taking the foil wrapper still on the bed with him to drop into the mini trashcan in the bedroom. he turns and makes his way back to you.

“do you need anything?”

you shake your head. “just you,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear.

the warmth spreads in his chest as yukhei climbs back into the bed and reaches for a pillow, laying down besides you. it doesn’t matter if you’re currently at the foot of the bed instead or that your bodies are a sticky mess. he wastes no moment in plopping his head on the pillow and raising his arm for you to curl into his side with a charmed grin. you rest your head on his shoulder and he presses you to him as if you aren’t almost stuck to him. his fingertips are soon grazing your skin. there’s a soft and long pucker of his mouth to your forehead that makes you look up with a tiny delighted beam.

your hand settles on his chest, your short nails gently scratching him while you hum. “what time does your schedule start tomorrow?”

“practice is at one.” yukhei lets out a breathless chuckle. “maybe we can have an early lunch… or a late breakfast together,” he quietly suggests with an boyish smile.

he can’t remember the last time he had breakfast with you. there are the occasional lunches every now and then when he has a day off. there are the dinners whenever schedules end early enough. and then there are the late night dinners when he and you have missed each other for too long and you wait up just to eat with him.

breakfast together is a rarity.

his idea makes your stomach flip while you slowly bob your head. “breakfast sounds nice.” you softly brush your mouth at the end of his collarbone.

it's quiet for a minute, the peacefulness enveloping you like his touch. one hand moves to rest on your thigh as you bring it over his. the other takes your hand on his chest and he brings it up. yukhei’s staring, entranced almost at your hand in his. you watch in silence as he threads his long fingers through yours and his thumb lightly caresses back and forth. once he finally stops, he presses kisses along your knuckles.

you chew on the inside of your lip briefly. “what are you thinking about?” you whisper alongside his skin.

the question is simple but it still causes you to feel a bit nervous.

and yukhei contemplates his response for a moment because as easy as the question is, what he will say to you will mean so much.

“right now…” yukhei turns to face you. the corners of his mouth are coiled up and there’s a sparkling glimmer in his eyes. “i’m thinking about what we can eat for breakfast tomorrow.” his words bring an instant smile to your face and laugh into his ears. he leans closer to yours. “i’m thinking about how much i love you. i’m thinking about how much i’m in love with you.” his voice dips and it’s so deep and calming. “i’m thinking about how i am really happy and really excited to be here with you, start this with you.” he licks his lips and takes a slow deep breath. “and i am thinking about how much i don’t want to mess up.”

you don’t miss the faintest crack in his words. you feel the immediate tugs on your heart.

yukhei loves you and he doesn’t want to hold back from you.

a brief smile comes out momentarily.

you shift, moving up the slightest to lay your head right besides his. you lean over, brushing the tip of your nose to his while his arm encircles your naked waist. yukhei lifts his hand up to cup your face affectionately. you clear your throat as a fond and tender beam appears before him.

“do you want to know what i’m thinking about?” you question quietly.

he chuckles lowly and shakes his head slowly. “tell me.”

you softly hum. “i’m thinking about a pre breakfast snack before the actual breakfast.” his sudden laugh is infectious as you give him a teasing smile and he recalls your desire on how to wake him up. “but there are eggs and ham in the refrigerator and i have the milk bread that you like....” the grocery trip with him will wait another day. “so we can have that if you like.”

yukhei nods at the idea and smiles brightly. “is that all you’re thinking about then, babe?”

“no.” you shake your head. “because i’m also thinking about how much i love you. i’m also thinking about how much i’m in love with you.” the curve of his mouth widens. “i’m also thinking about how i am really happy and really excited to be here with you, start this with you.” you tip forward and rest your forehead to his. “and i am also thinking about how much i don’t want to mess up, either,” you finish honestly because you want him to know too.

soft and relieved chuckles about your confessions are rolling pass your lips and his. he slides finger under your chin to bring your mouth to his. it’s a sweet and chaste kiss that leaves you satisfied and him grateful.

yukhei stares at you for a long minute before bobbing his head faintly. “let’s make a deal then.” he clears his throat in the quiet bedroom. “if there is a problem, i want you to talk to me.” there will be adjustments and some getting used to with living together he is sure. “but whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together.” his tone is gentle yet strong. “even if schedules are hectic, even if i cannot be physically here at that moment, i want you to tell me. i want you to know i’m there for you. and if you think you need a moment to just think and collect your thoughts alone, tell me. i will still be there for you and i will wait until you are ready.”

you nod slowly, hearing the heartfelt genuineness in his voice. he lets go of your face and you giggle lightly when he’s holding up his pinky in front of you.

so many qualities you admire about him and how he always makes an effort to do the best in every aspect of his life is one that you love the most about him. you clear your own throat and hold up you own pinky then next to his. yukhei immediately and cutely chuckles at the size difference and finds your gaze.

the smile gracing your face is affectionate and sincere and for only him.

“that’s the same for you, too, okay?” you whisper, watching him softly nod. “if you’re stressed or tired, i don’t want you to think it’s a burden when you walk through the door. tell me how i can help. whether it’s wanting me to sit or lay with you or you need some quiet… even if it’s just food you want, let me know.” he laughs shyly, loving how much you know him. “if it feels like you don’t have the space for something, be honest. this place is yours now, too.” a light kiss you press to his cheek. “and when you go away for schedules…” yukhei stares at you with wide eyes and a boyish smile. “as long as you leave me a sweater, i’m good, okay? so i want you can stop thinking about that too.” you end with a sweet twist of your lips.

your pinky shifts and you hook on his that curls down instantly.

“i will leave you all the sweaters you want,” he murmurs as he closes the distance between your mouths.

you melt into the kiss and him. breaths are heavy in between the slick sounds of saliva. his tongue sweeps across into your parted mouth. yukhei hugs you closer and you turn your body slightly for your chest to press against his. he lets go of your pinky, cradling your face as your fingertips grip onto his shoulders. after a minute he pulls away first with a dreamy beam as air flows into his lungs.

once he finally catches his breath, yukhei hums when you reach up to brush his hair.

“it’s you and me, baby.”

your movements stop and your face heats at the words he remembers from that night you had asked him to move in with you. you nod faintly in confirmation.

“yeah, it’s you and me,” you whisper confidently.

you bury your face into the crook of his neck. but it’s not quickly enough because he catches the smile you are trying to hide from him. yukhei laughs and turns his head, kissing your temple once and twice before resting his mouth against your skin.

it stays like this for a while and yukhei thinks he can get used to this every day. even if everything will not always be perfect, having you near him when it’s night and being next to you when it’s morning, is more and better than he can imagine for himself.

yukhei grins.

but right now he thinks it’s pretty perfect and he will enjoy you in his arms as he listens to your breaths. his fingertips draw circles on your soft skin while your eyelashes tickle his when they flutter shut.

his heart is so full, he is certain the seams will burst.

he feels the sudden yawn from you. you do your best to cover it even though you are caged in his embrace. “you’re tired, baby?” yukhei laughs lightly.

you hum softly. “a little,” you mumble into his neck.

the day has been a lot. and how tired you are, even if a little, you are sure he is twice as tired. his first day off in weeks and he has not stopped at anything until now. you don’t know how he does it, how anyone in his position does it. you leave a few short puckers of your lips against his neck before you lift your head.

“aren’t you?” you question while his hand comes up to hold your jaw and the pad of his thumb strokes your cheek.

yukhei hums too. “a little.”

a tender and serene smile appears before your eyes and you can’t stop yourself from kissing it.

“i love you.”

“i love you more.”

you playfully roll your eyes that unexpectedly turn a bit glassy at his cheesy words and smile. taking a deep breath to calm your rapidly beating heart, you turn to look at the clock on your bedside table. you blink a handful of times to see the bright red numbers clearly.

it’s after midnight now.

your attention returns to yukhei, chewing on the inside of your cheeks for a second before speaking. “your first official day has ended. did you like it?” your eyes glisten with the tears and love for him and that cheesy smile on his face grows into a lovestruck beam that the corner of his eyes crinkle.

“it was better than i could have ever imagined it to be. i don’t think i’ve ever felt so welcomed before.” yukhei winks at you teasingly and you feel the heat creeping onto your cheeks. “but do you know what we should do now?”

you shake your head with a sugary chuckle, curious what he is going say.

yukhei brings your face closer to his. noses touch and hearts beat slow and steady together. his mouth stops just centimeters away from yours.

“i think we should go take a nice warm shower to clean up…” his voice is soothing and gentle and he playfully raises an eyebrow to see what you think. he lets out a breathless chuckle when you grin faintly and nod, wanting him to continue on. “then afterwards we can come back in here, into this comfy bed with these pretty pink sheets…” an infectious giggle escapes from you. “and go to sleep for my first official night here.” he brings his arms back around your waist and hugs you to him. his eyes glow and you feel his warmth and love radiating off of him. “and if you want, i’ll even hold you like this as you sleep. how does that sound to you?”

you slowly bob your head again and then tilt it. “that sounds good,” you whisper, your face glowing.

and yukhei gives you a quick yet sweet kiss to make the plan official.

you move off of him and push yourself up. he follows within seconds and you get off the bed and stand. your hand you hold out for him to take and he does. his hand is warm and strong and you chuckle and help him out of the bed. you expect for fingers to lace tightly together but they don’t.

instead yukhei lets go to stand behind you, pulling you to him. your laugh is sugary and contagious because he’s laughing too. your back is pressed to his chest and his arms loop around your shoulders. slippers are forgo and bare feet slowly make their way out the bedroom and across the wooden floors.

it’s so much harder to walk with the extra weight attached to you, but you don’t mind. you reach up to grasp his arms and bend your head to press your mouth to his skin. you’re almost to your destination when your steps suddenly freeze.

“why are we stopping, babe?” yukhei chuckles and you turn your head to glance up at him.

your heart skips a beat. “you’re going to smell like vanilla. is that okay?”

you had remembered putting away an electric shaver for him. you had unpacked a bottle of hair gel. you had counted two combs. you had opened the new green toothbrush and placed it in his rinse glass next your pink toothbrush in your rinse glass. but there had been no shampoo, no conditioner and no body wash because he shares them at the dorm.

and it takes a moment for yukhei to connect the dots before his chuckle turns into laughter. under the lights, the pink on the tip of his ears is apparent and his cheeks are flushed. he takes a deep breath and lets it out slow. with his smiling lips grazing yours, yukhei delightedly nods before kissing you softly.

“yeah, it’s definitely okay.”

then with a gentle nudge, your feet begin to move again. yukhei follows right behind you with the smile on his face spreading. he nuzzles against your warm cheek while his arms tighten around you. and within seconds wet and sweet puckers of his pillowy lips are pressing onto your skin. your laughter and squeals soon surround him. the pretty sounds seep into his heart and flow throughout the tiny apartment.

vanilla he will smell like but home it already feels like.

#lucas smut #lucas scenarios #yukhei smut #wayv smut #nct smut #yukhei scenarios #wayv scenarios #nct scenarios

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daddy duties | 10

“Yn, seriously, we’ll be fine. Go, go, the girls are waiting for you,” Jimin says, attempting to push you out. You pout at him as you walk out the door.

“Fine, but just call or text me if anything’s wrong. I’ll get here as fast as possible, and if for some reason I can’t, call one of the guys oka--” Jimin rolls his eyes, leaning in and shutting you up with a kiss.

“Everything will be fine, don’t worry,” Jimin said when he pulled away.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You sigh, peeking behind Jimin to see your sweet baby laying on the floor, giggling at his own feet.

“Okay, I’ll get going then,” you lean in to give Jimin another kiss before leaving. He smiles, watching you go before stepping back and closing the door.

“Aigoo, Mingyu-ah,” he says, walking over to his son and sitting on the floor. “It’s just you and I today. Our first father and son day, how do you feel?” Jimin leaned in close to Mingyu’s face, startling the little one. He reaches his little hands out and squishes his dad’s face.

“Ahh-- Ahh!” Jimin yells, trying to unclench Mingyu’s fist as it was pinching his face a little too hard. Jimin’s eyes widened as he finally got his son’s fists off his face. “When did you get so strong..” He says, making Mingyu laugh. Jimin smiles at his mini me, leaning down to kiss his nose.

“I don’t have much plans for today, but I know you won’t give me a hard time right?” Mingyu gives his dad a look before slowly sticking his tongue out.

“Oh-- that better not mean you’re going to act up today,” Jimin says. Slowly, he picks him up and sits down on the couch. “Let’s watch a movie, yeah? What do you want to watch?”

Ding! Ding!

Jimin looks away from the television and grabs his phone from the coffee table, holding Mingyu on his lap.

“Oooh, mommy texted… again,” Jimin says, unlocking his phone and reading your text message.

My lovely: don’t forget it’s gyu’s nap time in ten minutes. i prepared many bottles for him in the fridge, but don’t forget to warm it up first!! also why haven’t u sent me any pictures, wth park :((

“Aww you have to go down for a nap soon,” Jimin pouts, he looks back up at the television. “We have way more than 10 minutes of Toy Story left..” He looks at the time, and down at Mingyu.

“Can I leave you here while I prepare your food, buddy?” Mingyu looks up at Jimin before turning back to the talking toys on the Tv. “I’m taking that as a yes.” Jimin stands up carefully, setting Mingyu down on the couch and surrounding him with pillows.

“I’ll be back!” Jimin yells as he quickly runs to the kitchen. He doesn’t know this, but Mingyu’s lips turn into a pout as he watches his dad leave him by himself on the couch. Mingyu looks around him, noticing that he’s alone and begins to cry.

“Hold on buddy, I’m warming up your milk!” Jimin calls out, which only makes Mingyu cry a little harder.

“I’m back,” Jimin says, running back to Mingyu, who looks up at his dad and whines, reaching his arms up for Jimin to carry.

“Aigoo, I’m sorry baby,” Jimin says, picking up Mingyu. He puts his son on his lap, laying him down to start feeding him.

Mingyu calmly drinks his milk, staring up at Jimin. His eyes start drooping a bit and slowly he closes his eyes. Not exactly sleeping but he wasn’t wide awake either.

“Good boy,” Jimin whispers, he pulls out his phone to take a picture to send to you. “Waah~ See, everything’s going to be fine, mama’s gonna be so proud of both of us..”

~phone call with you~

Jimin: “We watched Toy Story but since I had to feed him and put him down for a nap, we didn’t get to finish it. But I’m watching the second movie now, maybe he can join me when I get to the third Toy Story movie--”

Yn: *laughs* “I’m glad you’re having fun babe, but I hear everything’s going well?”

Jimin: “Of course, so no need to worry.. We got this!”

Yn: “That’s good… because we’re going to take longer than expected but I should get home before his bedtime.”

Jimin: “Okay, we should be fine so take your time. How are you and the girls?”

Yn: “We’re doing well and I’m having so much fun! I miss having girl time..”

Jimin: “Ah that’s great.. You miss me though right?” Yn: “Of course, I miss both you AND my little Gyu..”

Jimin: “You’re pouting right now aren’t you?”

Yn: “Noo…..”

Jimin: “Yeah? Facetime me then.”

You and Jimin switch to facetime and he laughs as soon as your face pops up.

“Are you crying??” He says as he continues to laugh. You were heavily pouting at the screen with a couple tears rolling down your cheek.

“I miss my baby,” you say.

“She’s goin through it, been there, done that sis,” Rina says somewhere behind the camera. Jimin watches as a hand pops out of nowhere and wipes the tears on your cheek.

“I’ll continue to update you when he wakes up, so stop crying,” Jimin says, smiling at you as one of the girls dab a napkin on your cheeks.

“Okay fine, I’ll see you when I get home,” you say, waving at the camera.

“Okay, I love you,” Jimin says, kissing his phone camera.

“I love you too.”

As soon as he put his phone down and proceeded to watch the movie he was watching, Jimin heard a soft cry coming from the nursery. He turns around, getting up to see if his son has woken up from his nap.

Usually Mingyu slept for longer, he started to wonder what was wrong.

As soon as Jimin walked into the nursery and made eye contact with Mingyu, his son started to cry louder.

“What’s wrong buddy?” Jimin asks, leaning over his crib and picking him up. “Do you miss mommy?” His cries only seemed to get louder as Jimin talked. “Aigoo~ you usually sleep a lot longer than this.. Is your diaper full?” Jimin asks. He puts his hand over Mingyu’s diaper to check if it was wet. It didn’t seem to be but he went to change him anyways.

As Jimin changed Mingyu’s diaper, he was more antsy and he kept kicking his little feet. He usually stayed still whenever his diaper was changed.

“Hmm.. your diaper’s empty..” Jimin sighs, not knowing why Mingyu was so upset. “Are you hungry again? Is that why?” Mingyu continued to cry as Jimin picked him up and walked to the kitchen.

“Here you go,” Jimin says, giving Mingyu a bottle. He refused it, pushing the bottle away and screaming a bit louder. “What’s wrong? You’re not hungry? Do you just miss mommy is that it?” Jimin carried Mingyu out to the living room, grabbing his phone.

“Should we call her?... I don’t.. Want her to worry though,” Jimin drops his phone on the couch and rubs his face. “Ughhhh, Mingyu-ahh, please stop crying… daddy’s gonna start crying if you continue..”

“Should I call your uncles?.. I don’t want to always call them whenever anything happens though..” Right now, Jimin was bouncing Mingyu on his lap as they both sat on the couch.

“UGH I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DOOOOOO,” Jimin yells in frustration, slumping down on the couch. His loud voice frustrated Mingyu too, making him whine, pinching his dad’s shirt.

“I’m sorry, shhshh..” Jimin gently pets Mingyu’s back, getting up to go to your shared room. “Where’s my laptop,” Jimin says to himself, Mingyu was starting to quiet down a bit, still whining but he wasn’t screaming anymore. His small fist was in his mouth.

Jimin sits on the bed, with Mingyu on his lap, opening up his laptop across from him.

‘Why won’t my baby stop crying’ Jimin types on the search bar.

“Enter.” He hums as he scrolls through the results page, clicking on random websites. His eyes widen as he reads one of the reasons as to why Mingyu could be crying.

“Teeth pains? Can you be growing them already?” Jimin says to his son. Mingyu’s pout started to quiver as he looked up at his dad.

“Wait lemme see,” Jimin says, gently grabbing Mingyu’s face, opening his mouth. “Could that be it? Are you getting teeth pains buddy?” Jimin lets go of Mingyu’s cheeks and starts typing on his laptop again.

‘How to soothe a teething baby’ “Hmm… tips to help a child sleep during teething… give the baby something cold to chew on.. What.. Like a popsicle? Can I give you that?” Jimin says, looking at Mingyu. “Mommy would get mad at me if I do that wouldn’t she..” Jimin groans again, “Why is this so complicated--”

Ding!

Jimin looks down at his laptop, he just got an email notification.

“Oh no,” he says. This day went downhill very fast. Jimin clicked on the email that he got from work titled ‘URGENT’.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jimin says, Mingyu whines in response, looking at the laptop then up at his dad. “I have to go to our company building,” Jimin says, looking back at Mingyu.

“Okay, chew on this,” Jimin says, handing Mingyu a cold pacifier. He has to stop by his company’s building to get some information on a new project that they for some reason don’t want to send through email. Jimin was also able to throw a few pacifiers in the freezer as he got Mingyu’s car seat ready.

Mingyu scrunched his brows as he touched the cold pacifier, slowly putting it in his mouth and chewing.

“That should help ease the pain,” Jimin says, looking at Mingyu from the rear view mirror.

“Alright buddy, this should be a quick stop and we’ll be home in no time,” Jimin tells Mingyu, as he starts playing some white noise in the car. Something he learned online that will help soothe his crying. Slowly but surely, everything was getting better.

The ride to Jimin’s company building was so peaceful. Mingyu fell asleep and the whole ride was quiet. But now that Jimin parked his car, his only problem was how he’s going to get Mingyu into his baby carrier without waking him up. The poor little guy has missed an hour of sleep from his first nap and Jimin didn’t want to wake him up now, but he also can’t leave him alone, unattended in the car.

“Okay Park Jimin, you got this,” Jimin tells himself. He straps on the baby carrier and slowly unbuckles Mingyu’s safety belts. He then slowly picks him up, transferring him into the carrier. Mingyu stirs a bit but remains asleep. Earning a relief sigh out of Jimin.

“We got this, we got this,” Jimin chants quietly to himself as he walks into the building.

~phone call with you~

Yn: “You went out?”

Jimin: “For a bit, yeah. Work called, I had to go stopped by the building to pick stuff up. They really could’ve just sent it to me through email” *sighs* “But I got it, and we’re home now.”

Yn: “Okay, everything’s well though… right? You sound--”

Jimin: “Everything is fine Yn. Don’t worry. Your boys got everything under control.”

Yn: “Okay but you sound--”

Jimin: “Like I got everything under control right? Right. Okay sweetie, come home soon, but take your time and stay safe I love you byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

-End call-

Jimin sighs, looking at Mingyu who’s sitting comfortably in front of his laptop, watching cartoons.

“Okay, mommy’s gonna get home soon, so I’m going to give you a bath and get you ready for bed okay?” Jimin closes the laptop, earning a confused look from Mingyu, his lip starts to quiver.

“No-- no no, no we’re not doing that again. We- we’ve been doing so well the past ten minutes, no more sad faces. Pleaseee,” Jimin cries out. Mingyu starts to quietly cry, reaching out to Jimin and he picks his son up from the bed and they both are crying as they head to the bathroom.

“I’m home!” You yell as you walk into the living room. It was empty. You frown and walk to Mingyu’s nursery, empty again.

“Jimin?” You call out, walking to your shared room. You instantly smile at the sight of your two boys. They were both asleep, facing each other with their mouths slightly open.

Before sliding in bed with the both of them, you grabbed some pajamas from your dresser and you went to the bathroom to do your skin care.

When you were all done, you walked back into your room to find Jimin wide awake. He had his eyes on Mingyu’s face, gently stroking his head.

“So today went well?” You whisper, walking to your side of the bed and sliding in. Jimin sighs in response.

“It… was okay.” Jimin replies. Was it though? Today was one of the most stressful days he has had in a while. Out of all the days, it had to be when he was alone. He didn’t want to worry you though. He knows you have a lot of plans with the other girls, helping Sarang with her wedding and all and he didn’t want to keep you from being left out.

“Was it really? You sounded a little… stressed out earlier.”

“Yeah.. but it’s okay. I’m going to have to get used to it. My patience was just tested today.”

“Mind telling me what happened? Or are you too tired?”

“No, I'm okay. Gyu just wasn’t himself today. It was all good when you left but once I put him down for his nap, he wouldn’t. Stop. Crying. It took me a while to find the reason why, but it turns out he’s having teeth pains. This little guy’s teeth are coming in and I guess it’s irritating him and he couldn’t calm down the whole day. I ended up throwing his pacifiers in the freezer and letting him chew on them. He was fine for a bit, it was on an off. I’m kinda surprised that he’s finally asleep, but then again, he spent the whole day crying and he only napped for a couple of hours--” Jimin sighs after his little rant, turning to look at you for your response, but you must’ve had a long day too. Your eyes were shut and you were softly snoring already. Jimin smiled a bit, getting up on his elbows and pressing a kiss to your temples. Then he leaned back to turn off the lamp on his side table. He went back to face Mingyu’s sleeping figure. He can see him slightly from the light coming in from the window. Jimin slowly strokes his cheek with his finger.

“It’s only going to get harder now isn’t it?” Jimin whispers to him. He sighs again.

“Pleaseee go easy on me.”

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raleighcarrera · 4 years ago

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this is a holiday writing request fill for @pixelsandkink, who asked for anything soft and/or sexy for raleigh & mc featuring the prompt “why does the house smell like a cinnamon roll threw up?”

aj, i adore you and am so glad we’re mutuals and friends !! you’re such a gift to the fandom and your writing is some of my favorite ever, so i hope you enjoy this and the holiday season this year as much as we all love u !! ❤️

even before the cold front rolled through and blanketed the five boroughs with so much snow they couldn’t see out their windows, they had planned for a low-key holiday.

he was just coming off tour and cadence had a lot going on in the new year, so instead of traveling, they’d planned to do christmas at home, in brooklyn, with just the two of them.

cadence’s grandma had complained over zoom and his own mother had given him quite the earful about it, too, but part of him was excited for an excuse to just lay low for once, in their apartment, and eat what they wanted at whatever time was convenient. for once, he’d be able to give cadence her presents with no one gawking at them, and wake up with her slowly on christmas morning, instead of already running late for something before he’d even had the chance to shower.

but just because they’d planned for something less chaotic than normal didn’t mean that cadence wasn’t still going into full on north-pole-elf mode, just like she did every year.

he shuddered as he stepped back inside their blessedly warm apartment, shaking snow from his collar. “babe?” raleigh called out, over the distinctive sound of something clanking in the kitchen, “i couldn’t find pure vanilla extract so i just got imitation, i hope that’s oka...”

his voice trailed off into nothing as he stopped in the archway between their kitchen and living room. cadence was standing in front of the oven, the kitchen suspiciously clean around her save for an ominous pile of dirty dishes in the sink that, for some reason, included two different blenders. she smiled innocently at him as he looked around.

“why does it smell like a cinnamon roll threw up in here?” he asked, holding the bag from the store out to her.

her expression fell down into a frown as she plucked it from his hands. “i made gingerbread cookies. they’re not supposed to smell like cinnamon.”

“oh.” he ran a hand through his hair, which was damp with snow from outside. “that’s what i meant. it smells good.”

“yeah, right,” she sighed, and then, as he went for the fridge to get himself a drink, “wait, don’t --”

raleigh paused, frowning at the pitcher on the top shelf. it stood out among the takeout containers and condiment bottles filling their otherwise bare fridge. “what’s this?”

she mumbled something from behind him that sounded almost like -- “did you say coquito?” that was the last thing he’d ever expect to come out of her mouth.

over his shoulder, he saw cadence nod. he leaned back into the fridge and pulled out the pitcher. “you made this?”

“yeah, but -- just based on what it said on wikipedia,” cadence rushed to explain, the words tripping out in a ramble, “so it’s probably not right. or good.”

it looked right. from a glance alone, whatever she’d made was indistinguishable to the most authentic coquito he’d ever had, though it’d been a long time since he had a drink so thoughtfully prepared by anyone -- let alone someone as clearly careful as her.

“can i try it?” raleigh asked, stepping closer to the counter.

“it’s eleven-thirty,” cadence said, even as she moved to get down two glasses from the cabinet. he scoffed; like that had ever stopped them before. “get some ice.”

he leaned against the counter as her dainty hands measured out ice cubes for each of them, slowly pouring coquito into both glasses before passing him one. cadence held onto her own without drinking from it while raleigh lifted his to his lips and took a sip, hyperaware of the way cadence was watching him anxiously as he did so.

“wow, babe,” he said, once he’d swallowed, “it’s really good. i can’t believe you made this.”

cadence’s whole face lit up at once, her expression brightening. “really?” she asked, before drinking from her own glass and swallowing with a cough. “it’s really strong.”

“it’s perfect,” raleigh insisted, though they were both likely to be drunk by lunch if they had any more. “because you made it for me. you’re the best.”

he opened the arm that wasn’t cradling his glass and pulled her into his chest to drop a kiss onto her forehead, but cadence looked up at just the right moment, and once he saw the sweet expression on her face he couldn’t not press their lips together. outside of his control, some instinct inside him took over and tilted her head back to kiss her as thoroughly as possible, teeth grazing her bottom lip as his tongue demanded her attention.

cadence was wide-eyed when he finally let her up for air. “raleigh,” she breathed, “jesus. warn a girl, next time.”

“incoming,” he announced unceremoniously, before nudging her back against the counter and kissing her again, fumbling to set his glass down and then yanking hers from her hands, too, freeing the both of them to wind their arms around one another so he could kiss her passionately.

her lips tasted sweet, coconut and rum dancing on his tongue when he sucked on her skin. she was warm under his hands, which still felt cold from the chill outside and the six blocks he’d walked to get to whole foods to look for that stupid vanilla extract for her.

the coquito had still been perfect without it.

raleigh’s hands wrapped around her thighs to lift her onto the counter and he smirked against her lips as cadence gasped into his mouth as soon as he set her down effortlessly, pushing in between her spread legs.

despite her surprise, she leaned over immediately to accommodate the few extra inches of height she now had, pulling on his hair to crane his neck back for the best angle to kiss him.

raleigh took advantage of the movement to slide his hands up her legs to the waistband of her leggings, wriggling them down to her knees. cadence jerked back in surprise as soon as he pulled away from their kiss, like she hadn’t expected him to get her undressed so swiftly.

he smirked at her. cute.

in retaliation, she tugged on his hair, though it hardly had the effect she was probably intending; he tilted into her hands with a sound that was half acknowledgment, half encouragement, grin spreading when she pulled again, harder.

“you’re unbelievable,” cadence laughed from above him, followed by his favorite sound in the world: an impatient, exasperated groan of his name, from between her perfect lips. “raleigh.”

“i’m going,” he promised, though his lips landed somewhere near her knee and took their time sliding up the inside of her thigh while his right hand crept higher and higher on cadence’s opposite leg, until he could finally hook his index finger around her thong and tug it to the side.

“you’d better be.” it would probably never stop being cute, how she tried to threaten him with that shaky, wanting voice, and he grinned against the soft skin of her inner thigh as his kisses moved slowly upwards, his fingertips finally pushing between her legs just so he could hear her voice change, cadence’s words breaking into a loud, beautiful moan.

her old apartment was smack-dab in the middle of the building, surrounded by neighbors on every side. the day he finally got to move her into his penthouse she damn near lost her voice from screaming, and fiona had been pissed at him, but it had been so worth it. now, more than a year later, the sight of her things mixed in with his still made him so happy his chest got uncomfortably tight, so that he often found himself staring at their toothbrushes like a weirdo in the mornings when he was meant to be getting ready, taking up too much time in the bathroom.

“raleigh,” cadence sighed again, shifting around on the counter. “please.”

well -- it was christmas eve. he could probably afford to be generous, just once.

holding her thighs open with his free hand, he lowered his head and licked slowly across her center, right through where she was already so wet for him. cadence sighed as his tongue pointed, spreading her legs wider to sling one over his shoulder.

part of him wanted to draw it out -- wind her up as much as possible and keep her on edge for as long as he dared.

but the other part of him was stuck fixedly on the image of cadence making coquito for him, twice, in both blenders, biting nervously on her bottom lip as she scanned the wikipedia entry for it.

abandoning all thoughts of teasing, raleigh wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, desperate to bring her to an edge. the sounds she was making above him only encouraged raleigh to redouble his efforts, every last ounce of his attention hyper-focused on making her feel as good as possible -- something they couldn’t do in the middle of the kitchen on christmas eve any other year but this one. something that was supposed to be special for her today, as a thank-you for always being so thoughtful, for never failing to keep him top-of-mind in the most unselfish way she knew, something no one else before her had ever managed to achieve.

her moan pitched high when his fingers twisted just right between her legs, covering the borderline obscene sound of her hips rocking down onto his face. there were few things he loved more than seeing cadence like this, bare and wild, all parts of the manicured, calculated facade she wore for her fans and the media stripped away under his touch. that was what he’d fallen in love with -- all the ways she was raw and real and shocked the hell out of him with how much she’d been able to make him feel, for the first time in years.

when she shook apart above him, he held her steady, fingertips digging into her thighs to keep her still as she melted onto the countertop with another loud groan of his name, a sound that never failed to rush straight to his dick and make his head swim at the same time. he stared at her as she worked her way through it, trembling hard enough to rattle the dishes in the sink before finally letting one last heavy exhale escape.

then he finally pulled his head back, licked his lips and smiled at her. cadence groaned again, screwing her eyes shut tight. she pushed his face away without any real force. “ugh.”

“totally,” he agreed, planting his palms on the counter and pushing up to try to lean over her, frowning at the disadvantage he was at with her seated above him. raleigh only had a moment to pout before she pushed her hair out of her face and fell forward against his chest with a soft pleading sound, curling up into his open and waiting arms.

they stood there silently for a minute with him rubbing her back and her nuzzling his shirt collar, breathing slowly in and out. finally, she said, “i’m so glad we’re here together. alone.”

“me too, baby,” raleigh returned, fingertips dragging gently up and down her spine through her t-shirt. “thanks for making me coquito. that was really thoughtful.”

“it was nothing,” she murmured into his collarbone, lips mouthing the shape of each word and making him shiver, “i’m just glad you liked it.”

“it was perfect,” he argued, trying to stop his thoughts from drifting too far. unfortunately, the best thing to ever happen to him was wrapped half around his waist with her pants off, and he could still taste her pussy when he licked his lips, so -- the effort was pretty much futile. still, it’d be impossible to ignore what an ideal christmas it was shaping up to be, if the last hour or so was anything to go by. and he couldn’t wait to see how she’d react to what he had planned for the rest of their holiday break, all the way through new year’s day.

pulling back to smack a kiss that was meant to be obnoxious but mostly just read as loving onto her forehead, he earnestly amended, “you’re perfect,” gratified by the laughter his girlfriend gave before he’d even finished saying the words.

#raleigh carrera #platinum #raleigh carrera x mc #cadence dorian #raleigh x mc #raleigh x cadence #myfic #long post #ns*w #thanks for sending this queen !! i hope you like it and happy holidays 💕💕

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morallygreyalldayeveryday · 5 years ago

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High-Chases & Cold, Lonely Places

| Victor Tan x Reader |

The door swung shut behind him, and Victor winced at the noise. He kicked off his boots and let his duffel bag drop to the ground, each movement as quiet as possible. He’d already come home late, and he didn’t want to add insult to injury by waking you up in the middle of the night.

He turned the corner into the kitchen and felt a pang in his chest as he surveyed the room.

The dining table had been set up like something out of a movie; pristine white tablecloth, candles, wine glasses and two plates of food. But, alas, this was no movie.

The candles had long since snuffed out, the wax trailing down the candlesticks and marking the tablecloth. One wineglass was filled with what Victor recognised as your favourite red. The other was empty, save for a few droplets clinging to the crystal. He took note of the bottle on the table, the one you always kept in the cupboard for a special occasion. It was empty.

The food remained untouched, having long since gone cold. The silverware laid out elegantly on the table hadn’t been moved either. Tan was starting to get a bad feeling about this.

He turned away from the kitchen and into the living room. The TV was on, playing a repeat of some cheesy sitcom. One, two, three empty beer bottles were on the coffee table and the couch was in a mess. A blanket was strewn across the back, and one of the cushions had been pulled down. There were indents in it, too. Like someone had been hugging onto it for a while.

Turning the TV off, he made his way down the hallway. The door to your bedroom was open and the light was off, giving Victor some hope that you might be asleep. It was passed two in the morning and your team started patrol early. Mumford wouldn’t stop giving Tan shit for being the reason you barely made it to role call in the mornings - sometimes you were just too cute to let go of.

You never seemed to mind. You were just happy to be able to spend time with him.

He pushed the door open slightly. From what he could see, his side of the bed was still made. Okay, that was fine. You were probably just slee-

Victor pushed open the door and let out a shout of fright. You were sitting up on the side of the bed, one leg folded under yourself and the other trailing on the ground absentmindedly. “Jesus, babe”, he gasped, an uneasy laugh following. “You scared me.”

He felt along the wall and flicked on the light. He wasn’t ready for what he saw.

You were wearing a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, his LAPD sweatshirt to be exact. It was the one he’d given to you the first night you’d stayed over at his apartment when you’d just started dating. He remembered the night like it was yesterday.

He took a bad fall when he tackled a suspect that’d pinned you and Rocker down, and left you feeling horrible about it. You refused to let him drive himself home and ordered dinner for the two of you as an apology. He remembered the look on your face when you realized how much time had passed since you’d curled up on the sofa together, coming to an agreement that it was better if you just stayed the night. The two of you fell asleep intertwined in his bed, you in the sweatshirt he’d given you to sleep in.

The feeling he got when he woke up the next morning lying inches away from you, so close that he could feel your steady breaths and each tiny movement on your face as you clung to sleep was one he’d never forget.

Yeah, tonight wasn’t gonna result in a memory like that.

There were smudges of makeup still on your face, a little trail of mascara here and a dab of lipstick there. It was Victor’s favourite colour you owned, a bright red that you always wore for date night.

Oh, shit. Date night.

You looked up at him, and he could see how bloodshot your eyes were. You weren’t a crier, even on the job. In your three years of dating he’d seen you shed a tear maybe a dozen times. That wasn’t a good sign.

“Scared? Really?” Your voice was quiet and hoarse. “Didn’t think you knew what the word meant.”

Victor made to move towards you, but before he could ask what you were talking about you held up your phone.

It showed the cover of a news story, a trashy tabloid one at that. The big bold letters flashing across the screen that almost diverted his attention from the photo it showcased, but he couldn’t pretend he didn’t see it.

The picture was of him, taken earlier that night. Everything was blurred, but Black Betty was visible in the background along with who looked to be Chris and Luca running towards. The offender’s face was blurred too, as well as the plates on the car he was diving across. That left Victor as the main focus of the photo.

He was mid-jump, stretched out in an attempt to stop the suspect. The expression on his face was an accurate indicator of the pain he felt after jumping on the hood of a moving car, as well as the horror he felt when he saw the blade in the suspect’s hand.

“I-I don’t care about date night”, you murmured, standing up shakily from the bed. “Or the working late, that I understand completely. It’s just seeing you out there, being so damn reckles-” Your voice cracked, emotion breaking through.

“I found out from the news that you got hurt, not from you. I didn’t know if you were going to walk through that door tonight or if I was gonna get the call from Hondo. It’s not fair, Vic. It’s not fair.”

Victor sank down on the bed next to you, hands outstretched. So many things were going through his mind; explanations, apologies, assurances. He didn't get the chance to voice any of them, though, before you pushed his hands away and stood up.

“There’s an icepack in the nightstand, and Tylenol in the drawer. I’ve called the clinic and the nurse on call is gonna take a look at you tomorrow at nine to see if you did any long-term damage.” You took the pillows from your side of the bed and tucked them under your arm. You were halfway to the door before Victor’s mouth caught up with his mind.

“Wait, Y/N-“ He jumped up from the bed, panic rising up. “Where are you going?”

You made it to the door, and turned to face him. Tears wavered in your eyes and Victor wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold you.

“I’m gonna sleep on the couch tonight”, you said quietly. “You took a beating, you need to get some sleep.”

Even when he was breaking your heart, you were still looking out for him.

“I didn’t mean for it to happe-“

“For what to happen?” Your voice got the tiniest bit louder, your anger at the night’s events peeking through. “For you to risk your life doing something completely senseless, or for me to have a front-row seat to it as it happened?”

You had a talent for making Victor speechless. He just wished it wasn’t at a time like this.

“I need time to think. Call me if you need me.”

He thought of following you down the hallway, talking things out. Convincing you it was a once-off (which was a lie), that it would never happen again (another lie). But he’d done enough damage. He could only hope you’d still be there in the morning.

#swat #swat imagine #swat cbs #swat 2017 #s.w.a.t #s.w.a.t imagine #victor tan #victor tan imagine #victor tan x reader

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goosewhisker · 4 years ago

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this crooked posture (is all you’ve ever known)

read this on ao3 || read this on fanfiction.net

i wrote this whole thing in a span of about 5 days :pensive: as u can maybe tell i have a lot of feelings abt that one conversation btwn scourge and jules...there is so much potential here and im sad we never got to see it

as far as timeline goes- this would probably take place in the pre-boot universe about six months or so after scourge & co escape from zone jail. the destructix are camping out on mobius for the time being to avoid drawing zonic's attention and knothole has wrapped up the ixis naugus/metal sally arcs.

Summary: Fiona heads off with a wave, and he's left where he started - staring through a window into a nearly-empty kitchen, looking in on a life was never his and never will be. Inside, the robian sets bacon on the stovetop to fry and starts making toast, blissfully unaware of the hedgehog just outside. It's hard to tell on a robot, obviously, but he looks perfectly content with his life. Happy, even.

Pathetic.

Or: Scourge avoids his problems, Fiona is exasperated, and Jules is mostly oblivious.

It's the early hours of the morning. So early, in fact, that it shouldn't even technically be called morning because it's still basically nighttime and no one sane is up right now.

Which is probably why the idiotic robian is up at five o'clock in the morning, puttering around in the kitchen and making breakfast. There's literally no reason for it. It's not like he can eat anything, after all, and his stupid son lives off chilidogs, so he's not going to eat it. And his stupid wife isn't getting up for like two hours, so she's not eating it either. See? Idiocy.

Yet another thing that their universes seem to have in common.

"What are you doing?"

Scourge almost shrieks - key word is almost, 'cause he's too cool to scream like a dork - and tackles Fiona into the bushes. "Shhh!"

Fiona splutters indignantly and a second later her fist bounces off his jaw, which, ow. "Are you nuts? Get off me!"

"Shhhut up!" Scourge throws a quick glance over his shoulder at the window. No one's come outside to investigate, so hopefully no one's heard. He rolls off her a second later. "You wanna get us arrested, woman?"

"Hey, I'm a legal citizen of this universe!" Fiona protests. "If anything, it's you who's getting arrested, Mr.-Snooping-Through-Other-People's-Windows. That's so creepy."

"We're both wanted criminals here; if we get caught, we're going down together," Scourge points out, graciously ignoring her last comment. "And anyway, I'm... gathering intel."

Fiona snorts. "Pull the other one, Scourge. That's not gonna work on me." Crossing her arms, she adds, "You've been gathering intel every night for the past week. And I know you're technically the same person, but watching Sonic sleep is really weird."

"I'm not watching him," Scourge snaps before he can help himself.

"Oh?" Fiona's eyes glint and it's then that Scourge realizes he's slipped. "Then who are you watching?"

"Uhhh..." Scourge fidgets while trying not to look like he's fidgeting. "No one. I'm just passing through, not watching anything. Why'd I want to do that anyway?" He forces a laugh. "So lame."

Fiona regards him with a flat stare. "Your fingerprints are smudged all over the window."

"What?" Scourge whips around to check the window. He'd been so careful not to leave any traces of his visits, but-

Waitaminute.

"Very funny," Scourge growls into his gloved hands. Fiona snickers.

"Look, if you don't want to tell me, I won't make you," she says, standing up and brushing the dirt off her pants. "But I'll find out eventually. And if this new obsession of yours endangers yourself or the team, I'm going to put a stop to it."

"Yeah, yeah," Scourge mutters, waving her off. "Get lost."

"Mhm. We still on for that movie night?"

"'course. See you there, babe."

Fiona heads off with a wave, and he's left where he started - staring through a window into a nearly-empty kitchen, looking in on a life was never his and never will be. Inside, the robian sets bacon on the stovetop to fry and starts making toast, blissfully unaware of the hedgehog just outside. It's hard to tell on a robot, obviously, but he looks perfectly content with his life. Happy, even.

Pathetic.

Scourge kicks the side of the house, suddenly incandescently furious with everything. Inside, Jules looks up in surprise, but Scourge is already gone.

"I need to stop," Scourge says later. The movie is over - some samurai flick that Simian had picked out and Lightning had ruined with his constant nitpicking - and they'd gone out for ice cream afterwards (read: robbed that nice gelato place downtown). Getting used to having teammates again is... something, Scourge supposes. But it's not completely terrible.

"You need to stop," Fiona agrees. She's texting furiously, slouched into the ratty couch in their current hideout with Scourge's head on her lap.

"It's just weird seeing him alive, is all," Scourge tells the ceiling. "That's all it is. Like, when you see something weird, and you just gotta look at it. It doesn't mean anything."

"Are you trying to convince yourself or me?"

"Not tryin' to convince anyone. I'm just saying what it is."

Fiona sets down her phone with a sigh. "Look, you gotta stop hurting yourself like this."

Scourge sits up a little too fast. "Hurting myself? What? Babe, have you forgotten who you're talking to? I'm Scourge the Hedgehog, I don't hurt."

Fiona gives that all the acknowledgment it deserves, which is none. "I told you about the... the prison, when I was a kid," she says. Scourge falls silent. "I went back there a few times, after I was big enough to handle myself. There wasn't a reason, really. I just thought I had to see it. And it sort of helped the first time - I cleaned out all the bots and made sure that place couldn't hold anyone ever again - but after that, I just went back again and again because it made me hurt and that felt good. Because I was hurting anyway, and being able to make it worse when I wanted to made me feel like I could control it."

Scourge doesn't say anything.

"But that wasn't true," Fiona says. Her voice shakes just a little, and without thinking Scourge takes her hand. It's stupid (sentimental) but she smiles faintly. "I wasn't healing or in control or anything. I was just hurting myself. And I can't stand watching you do the same."

"Babe," Scourge begins hoarsely.

"Tell me it's not the same," Fiona says flatly. "Or tell me- tell me that if I went back to that prison and crawl through that tunnel I dug with my own hands and relive every moment of the hell I went through, that you wouldn't stop me. That you would watch me do it."

He can't tell her that. He can't tell her that and she knows it.

Scourge looks away.

Fiona sighs and runs her hand along his spines. "He's not your dad, Scourge," she says quietly. "He's an entirely different person. Hurting yourself isn't going to make anything better."

"Okay," Scourge agrees. "Okay." Then, after a moment, "Thanks, babe."

Fiona smiles again, and there's something so sad about it he squeezes her hand again (uncool, but it's not like there's anyone else to see it). "No problem, hun."

He goes back again the next day.

This time, the wife is there too.

Scourge crouches in the massive oak tree beside the window, pretending he doesn't feel like a massive creep. His green fur blends neatly with the leaves, rendering him all but invisible to any casual observers, particularly when it's not-quite-light. With luck, it'll fool robian eyes as well.

Anyway.

Scourge doesn't remember his mother. She was simply never in the picture; whether because of death or divorce he never knew. Generally, he suspects the latter - months upon months of neglect, of being constantly passed over and ignored for the more important burdens of the state and the good of the people - yeah, he can see how a divorce would happen. Not that he'll ever know now.

The hedgehog in the kitchen doesn't look neglected. She throws her arms around the robian, not seeming to mind the cold metal, and dances around him as they prepare breakfast. The robian, in turn, leans into her touches and takes advantage of a moment of distraction to dab pancake batter on her nose. It's disgusting. Scourge gags.

Part of him wonders what he's gaining out of this. Hiding in a tree, spying on some losers and their dumb domestic life - not exactly fitting behavior for the former king of Moebius, after all.

It's not... It's not that Fiona's right. It's not like he's hurting himself - like he told Fiona, he's Scourge the Hedgehog. He doesn't do that emotions garbage. That kind of wimpiness is more Sonic's thing.

(Let alone that Fiona had said it happened to her. Let alone that she's usually right, and that she's one of the strongest people he knows.)

He's just curious. That's all. Nothing more, nothing less.

(The voice in his head sounding suspiciously like Fiona whispers, Yeah, right.)

Inside the kitchen, the robian starts flipping pancakes. For a second, Scourge tries to imagine his own father like that: Jules the Hedgehog, king of Moebius, flipping pancakes in a frilly pink apron and laughing with his wife. Arguing over who gets to wake up their son. Talking and hugging and laughing and living -

- and the illusion dissipates. Jules wouldn't set foot in a kitchen. He had servants to do that kind of thing, just like he had servants to take care of his son.

Scourge drops down from the tree branch and lands lightly on his feet. He's done here. He slinks off into the streets, hiding his face from the strengthening sunlight as synthetic laughter rings out behind him.

"Hey, Simian," Scourge says a few days later.

Simian continues lifting weights without slowing. "Yes?"

Scourge likes Simian, as much as he likes anyone. The ape is steady and has a solid head on his shoulders, and while it's kind of a drag most times, he does occasionally have helpful bits of advice. And when he goes loose on the battlefield, he can be really fun to fight alongside.

So that, plus the fact that Hawk doesn't care and Lightning would probably make fun of him and he'd rather eat his own shoes than talk to Fly, makes him Scourge's best option.

Scourge swings his legs back and forth as they dangle off the chair and tries to think of a way to broach it. He just needs to be subtle, right? "When was the last time you saw your parents?"

And maybe that wasn't super subtle after all, because Simian stops in the middle of his workout session (he never stops in the middle of a workout session) to stare at him. It feels... extremely uncomfortable, actually, wow. Scourge hops up and starts his stretches (anything to avoid looking back).

"When I last left my village, I was eighteen," Simian says at last. He sounds thoughtful, which is never a good sign. "That was several years ago... six years, I believe."

"That long, huh?" Scourge moves to quad stretches. "You're pretty old, man. Slowing down anytime soon?"

He's rewarded with a sharp grin. "I'm not that old. Though I suppose most people look slow next to you."

"Damn straight!"

"Why do you ask?"

And that's the issue - when even Scourge isn't sure why he's asking. He takes his time answering. "Oh, you know... just curious. Ever think about 'em?"

There's another ponderous silence, which mostly just succeeds in making Scourge antsy. Well, antsier.

"Sometimes," Simian says. "But I am a dedicated member of this team. You can rest assured of that."

And that's nice, but it's not what he's asking-

"...but that's not what you're asking, is it?"

Scourge freezes. Is he just that transparent? Why can everyone suddenly read his mind now? "What're you on about, man?" he deflects.

Simian shakes his head. "I do miss them, sometimes. It is natural for children to miss their parents."

"Not me!" Scourge laughs, and if it comes out a little too sharp, well, who's to blame him?

"Of course," Simian says, sounding vaguely indulgent. "Does that satisfy your curiosity?"

"Uh, sure," Scourge lies. "A little heavy on the oversharing, but it's cool." And then he scarpers, because if super speed's good for anything it's for escaping uncomfortable conversations. Simian doesn't say anything about it later, and thank Chaos because he doesn't think he'd be able to face Fiona if she ever got wind of that little talk.

The next time he's in town, Scourge picks up a new set of woodworking knives and leaves it on Simian's equipment. It's not like he's gone soft, buying presents for his friends or whatever, Scourge tells himself. He's just... buying Simian's silence. It's a bribe, is all.

(Simian saves him some extra ice cream the night after and that's that.)

It is natural for children to miss their parents, Simian had said. Ha! As if. Scourge hasn't missed his old man a day of his life and he's not about to start now.

... that'd carry more weight if he wasn't spending two or three mornings a week moping outside their kitchen.

Scourge sips his frappe and pretends he's not sulking. Right now, he's outside some random diner in Knothole in full disguise, complete with a trenchcoat, fedora, and sunglasses. He was honestly expecting someone to stop him before now - this kind of garb is about as suspicious as it gets - but no one seemed to even notice anything out of the ordinary. Idiots.

Fiona would kill him if she knew the kind of risks he's taking - which, of course, is why she doesn't need to know.

Scourge checks the time. Seven o'clock, meaning the wife is just getting up and they're having breakfast right now - Chaos, he has their entire morning schedule memorized, doesn't he? Fiona was right, he is obsessed. Scourge slumps over the table and buries his head in his arms.

He can still turn this around. Knowing their schedule is useful, from a strategic standpoint; he could threaten them, take them hostage... even kill them. Sonic would be taken completely offguard. It would be simple. Easy. The smart thing to do.

Scourge's groan is only partially muffled by the table.

"...you alright, son?"

What-

Something electric shoots up his spine. Scourge's claws dig into the edges of the table with a crunch as he bolts upright. And there, before him, with a look so familiar but so foreign in his eyes is-

He's not the same.

His skin is metallic where it should be flesh, plated where it should be furred. His eyes burn a bright pixelated red when they should be brown. That stupid tuft of fur on his head is shining chrome that glints under the bright sun.

But the way he stands - colored though it is with a hint of a soldier's posture - that proud tilt of his chin, the gentleness in his hands as they reach out to him -

It's Jules.

It's different from seeing him in that dim, lamp-lit room. In the daylight, the differences are exaggerated - and so are the similarities.

For a second, Scourge can only see his dad standing there.

He reacts on instinct. Scourge rears back and smacks Jules' outstretched hand away. "Don't touch me!"

Jules straightens up, virtual eyes widening with shock. "I'm- I'm sorry, it looked like you were unhappy. I only meant to-"

"Well, don't," Scourge spits. "Get lost."

Jules looks at him longer and then, for some Chaos-forsaken reason, doesn't leave. Why isn't he leaving, Scourge thinks furiously, and only realizes he's breathing heavy when his breaths start coming too fast and harsh in his ears. Jules says something, but the words don't make sense and he can't tear his gaze away from the polished metal. Beneath his fingertips, the table starts to splinter.

And then there's warm hands on his shoulders, and a steady voice in his ears, saying, "Listen to me. Do you want me to leave?"

Nothing comes out of his throat. Scourge shakes helplessly. He wants him to leave, he wants him stay, he wants to never see him again. He wants his dad.

Jules must take it as permission to stay, because he doesn't leave. The grip on his shoulders is a solid, unmoving presence, and Scourge can't help but lean into it. "I'm going to count slowly. Try to match your breathing to my voice - it's alright if you can't. Starting now. One, two..."

For some completely batty reason, he tries, and it helps some. His breathing is a little too fast and a lot shaky, still, but it settles into a more even pace instead of the uncontrollable rush. Sense comes back slowly, and with it, an acute, uncomfortable awareness of what just happened.

Well. At least he's not crying.

Scourge stands abruptly, tearing himself from Jules' arms. The robian raises a brow but doesn't protest. "Are you feeling better?" he asks instead. It's entirely casual, with no hint of pity, and Scourge hates himself a little for being pathetically grateful.

"Peachy," Scourge snaps and whirls around, hiking up his collar. Jules isn't screaming yet, so he clearly hasn't realized who he is, and Scourge is in no hurry to correct him. Honestly, this hedgehog's stupidity knows no bounds.

"Well." The robian stands up, reaches for a grocery bag that Scourge only just realized was there, and adds, "Stay safe, son."

Scourge's vision briefly whites out from fury. "Don't call me that," he snarls and takes off running before Jules can reply.

He finds a secluded place in a lonely corner, throws his warp ring, and promises himself that he'll never go back.

Scourge does some research.

It's called a panic attack, apparently. Common among soldiers, which is probably why Jules knew what to do - he said he'd been on the front lines, hadn't he? Common among victims of PTSD, the website says, and Scourge scoffs and closes the tab. Trauma - ridiculous. Scourge doesn't do trauma. If anything, he gives it to other people.

He's still snickering at his joke when Hawk comes in to tell him that Finitevus called in with another job. Normally, Scourge would tell him to screw off, but he's offering a massive stack of Anarchy beryl in return - something they've been in short supply of since they ditched Moebius.

Scourge's body itches at the thought of going super again. He accepts.

Thirty minutes later, they're waist-deep in smashed Eggman bots and struggling to fend off a fresh wave while Fiona and Hawk bicker over the terminal.

"I'm telling you, if we do that, we'll get locked out of the system entirely!" Fiona snaps.

Hawk throws up his hands. "Fine! Ignore me! It's not like you literally just have to enter the code or anything!"

Scourge spindashes down the line of Eggpawns, smashing through them like paper. He hits the wall at the right angle to bounce right off and uncurls in midair to land on his feet.

"Wrap it up, guys!" he yells and ducks beneath a stray kunai. "Watch it, Lightning!"

"Thought you were supposed to be the fast one," Lightning calls back.

"And I thought you were supposed to be able to aim!"

"I can." Lightning flicks a wrist and Scourge drops backward into a roll to avoid the next kunai that comes his way. When he springs back onto his feet, ready to chew out the idiotic trigger-happy lynx, there's a Badnik pinned to the wall right where he'd been standing. Lightning shoots him a smug grin.

"Right back atcha," Scourge mutters and barrels through the cluster taking potshots at Hawk and Fi.

"Ugh, fine!" Fiona shoves Hawk away and starts typing furiously.

Scourge drops another five Badniks and skids to a stop as an Egg Launcher smashes through the wall directly in front of him. "Fiona!"

"Give us a minute," Hawk snarls back.

The Launcher brings its arms down to eye level and Scourge leaps into the air as its targeting system locks on - and then Fly drops out of nowhere onto on its shoulders. "Need help?" the frog giggles (sweet Chaos Scourge hates him) and rips the thing's head off. Scourge blitzes right through its chest.

As its body slumps bonelessly to the floor, another Launcher steps through the wall behind it... and another one. And another. Chaos.

"If those things unload all those missiles in here, we're going to have a problem," Lightning says, echoing Scourge's own thoughts.

"Out of the way," Simian grunts, swinging the first bot's disembodied missile launcher-slash-arm onto his shoulder and taking aim.

"Are you nuts, man?" Scourge yells. "Didn't you hear Lightning? You fire that thing and this whole building's going down!"

"Better have the exit ready, then," Simian returns evenly.

"Got it!" Fiona announces, jumping up from the terminal with a chip in hand. Hawk follows, looking severely disgruntled. "Turns out we really did just have to enter the code. Hah."

"I told you," Hawk begins, but Fiona waves him off.

"You were right once, don't go getting a big head. You got the ring ready, sweetie?"

"Everyone over here! You miss the ring, we're leavin' you behind!" Scourge doesn't wait for a response and throws the warp ring. The portal spins into existence, glistening faintly in the electric light, and they all pile in. Simian fires off a final missile salvo before the ring vanishes and they tumble haphazardly into the Doc's lair to the sound of the entire base going up.

For a second, no one moves, too tired and bruised and tangled together to bother getting up. Lightning sighs heavily from the bottom of the heap. Scourge laughs.

"I trust you have what I asked for?" Finitevus asks from literally two feet away, and Scourge isn't even going to question how he knew where they'd end up. After all, they are at his mercy inside his weird evil lair, and Scourge knows how to be tactful.

Scourge props himself up on an elbow. "So do you like, practice being creepy, or is it natural?"

Without looking, Fiona smacks him in the back of the head.

"Ow!"

"We have it," Fiona says, extricating herself from the tangle. Scourge considers tripping her as she walks past, decides against it, and settles for hooking his ankle around Hawk's heel as he stands up. The bird goes down with a satisfying squawk right on top of Lightning and the ensuing chaos lets Scourge hop up onto his own feet.

Fiona ignores it.

"All the files relating to the roboticization process are on this USB," she says, holding it out. Finitevus takes it and, after a moment's inspection, slips it into his robes.

"So why'd you want that, Doc?" Scourge asks, adjusting his sunglasses. "Woulda thought that robot stuff wasn't quite your style."

"It is true that roboticization is a perversion of the natural order and representative of that which I seek to destroy," Finitevus concedes. "But I am not opposed to much that will give me the advantage against my nemeses. And I must admit the idea of enslaving your opponent's will to your own has a certain... charm."

Scourge and Fiona exchange a look - of the literally why is he like this and the why do we talk to him again variety - and Scourge shoves his hands in his pockets and steps up. "Uh... yeah, man. Totally. Anyway, if we're done here, can we have the beryl now?"

"Of course. But first, I have one more task for you."

Scourge scoffs disbelievingly. "Are you kidding? The deal was we break into Eggman's lab, steal your stupid information, and hand it over. We've done that. It took like forever and it was a massive pain in the butt the whole time, we are not adding anything else onto that and that's final."

"...I'll double the amount of beryl."

Scourge hesitates.

... which is how they ended up here. Scourge crouches on the windy rooftop, tugging his dumb fancy suit jacket closer and hoping idly that something happens soon. "Can we go in yet?" he asks.

Hawk, who's busy adjusting his own disguise, shakes his head. "You really have no patience at all, do you?"

"Nope!" Scourge tugs on his overly-tight tie and mostly just makes it worse. "How 'bout now?"

"If you were any good at infiltration, Fiona would've let you go in already," Hawk says. He's typing on his communicator, syncing all their devices into something they can actually use. It's not that Hawk's particularly adept at technology, or anything; it's just that all the rest of them are so abysmal at anything electric that tech duty usually falls to him or Fiona. "Unless Plan C falls through, you're not headed in 'till the last minute."

Scourge sighs loudly, letting his feet dangle off the edge of the building. "I could just walk in and grab him. They wouldn't even see me coming. Then we wouldn't have to spend a million years sitting out in the cold."

Hawk doesn't look up. "And then Sonic would pursue, and then we'd have to fight him off while trying to kidnap a geriatric former soldier without killing him. Which, given our previous track record..."

The bird trails off and Scourge grimaces. Yeah. They'd given up on kidnappings for a reason. They wouldn't have even considered this one if not for the offer of Anarchy beryl - which has been in extremely short supply recently, given they can't hop dimensions without instantly snagging Zonic's individual attention. And it's not like Scourge isn't flattered that the self-important dimensional cop will drop everything for a chance at catching him, but he's not planning on seeing the inside of Zone Jail ever again.

Anyway. It's a small blessing that Zonic hasn't come looking for them personally, or sent Sonic after them, but it's one Scourge isn't willing to throw away just for a power-up. Thus the kidnapping mission.

Scourge swings his legs contemplatively and longs for Fiona to hurry up so he can bash some heads.

Right on cue, their communicators ring. "Alright, boys," Fiona's voice comes through a little tinnily. "You ready?"

"Heck yeah," Scourge says immediately.

"Ready to go whenever," Hawk confirms.

"Roger. Meet me where we agreed." The comms unit crackles and goes silent. Scourge hops up and starts stretching quickly, trying to limber up his half-frozen muscles. Hawk sets his communicator down and picks the lock on the trapdoor they'd been sitting next to. Once it's open, they slip down a small flight of stairs and through an empty hallway. At the end, they take a right through another hall and stop outside a janitor's closet.

Scourge raps on the door. "Knock, knock," he says.

There's a moment of silence. Then Lightning opens the door. "Hurry up," he whispers, peering over their shoulders.

Scourge clicks his tongue in disappointment. "Dude, you're supposed to say 'who's there.'"

"Yeah, Lightning," Fiona says from inside. "You're ruining the script."

"I- what?" Lightning sputters. "You people are so immature. Simian, can you tell them to shut up?"

There's a good fifteen seconds of judgemental silence. "...you should've said 'who's there.'"

Lightning rolls his eyes and Scourge pushes past him into the room. Simian nods as he enters and Fly, who's doing something he can't quite make out, cackles in a corner. Scourge spreads his arms wide. "Alright, I'm here now, the party can start!"

"Good to have you," Fiona says. She's sitting on an overturned bucket, one ankle folded over her knee and eyes glued to her phone. "Alright, so Plan A failed."

"Yes!" Scourge cheers, pumping a fist in the air.

Fiona shoots him a glare. "We weren't able to get him away from his bodyguards and the speech is about to start soon. I didn't want to do this in front of a crowd, but we may not have a choice. Right now, we only have to deal with the normal security and Sonic. After the ceremony, they're going to meet up with a bunch of Sonic's friends before going back home to Knothole."

"Wouldn't it be better to wait, then?" Simian asks, folding his arms.

Fiona shakes her head. "No for two reasons. We can handle the normal security easily, especially if we use the crowd for meatshields while Scourge is distracting Sonic. Sonic's friends are, frankly, a much greater threat than the security, and they will not be holding back. And if we wait until they go back to Knothole, we have that... woman to deal with."

Everyone shudders at the mention of Nicole. Their last attempt on Knothole is not a memory anyone wants to relive.

"So if we use the crowd for cover and Scourge's able to distract Sonic for long enough, this is doable," Fiona resumes. "We'll just have to time it right. And we can not let Sonic know our target at all costs. If he realizes we're trying to kidnap his uncle, he won't let the old man out of his sight, and our job will get a lot harder. Got that?"

A quick briefing on everyone's roles later and it's time to go. Scourge starts to follow the guys out the door and is caught short by Fiona's hand on his wrist. "Sweetie, can I talk to you for a second?" she asks and drags him back inside before he can answer.

She turns him loose and Scourge spins around, rubbing his wrist. "Alright, if this is about what I think it's about-"

"Don't worry, I'm not yelling at you. Just..." she trails off to stare at him.

Scourge tries not to fidget and goes for a confident smile, propped up against the wall. "Babe, don't worry about me. This'll be a lark."

"It's... you know." Fiona shrugs and apparently decides to just go for it. "You've been having issues about your dad. I need to know if that'll affect your performance here."

"What?" Scourge is almost kind of offended. If it was anyone but Fi asking, he would be offended. "Babe, my uncle was a total nutjob. Like, worse than my old man. No issues here."

Fiona looks at him a second longer. "Alright," she says at last. "If you say so. I'm counting on you."

She brushes past him on her way out, squeezing his hand on the way, which is nice since she's weird about stuff like that. Scourge follows a minute later.

I require one more thing for my research, Finitevus had said. Charles the Hedgehog. Inventor of the roboticization process. He is receiving an award for his technological advancements in Central City in two days. Bring him to me alive and you will have your full reward.

Scourge scans the crowd for Charles now, leaning on the fancy railing of the fancy indoors balcony overlooking the fancy banquet hall. There's a name for a balcony like this - a mezzasomething - but he can't remember what it is. Maybe Fiona would know.

Scourge tugs at the collar of his unbearably fancy suit jacket and longs for his sunglasses.

He'd told Fiona the truth earlier - his uncle was a wackjob. Paranoid, jittery, simultaneously ravenous for power and terrified of it - no one had liked him, least of all his nephew.

Jules had liked him, probably. Enough to give him a home and a laboratory for his crazy experiments and to turn a blind eye when they started getting darker and more deadly. That had gone on up until Charles had invented a machine that turned moebians to robots, and its first (unwilling) test subject had been Jules.

Yeah. After Ivo managed to save Jules' life, they'd put a stop to that real quick.

They'd told Scourge that Charles had gone far away to someplace he could be happy. He still remembers that scene - Jules crouching down before him with mournful eyes, one arm cold and stiff where the roboticization process had gotten it before Ivo had pulled him out. His flesh hand had been warm and comforting on his shoulder, and Scourge had been so distracted by the touch that he hadn't even cared that his uncle was gone. He'd faked tears just to get Jules to stay with him a little longer.

Scourge shakes his head wildly, dissipating the memories. Anyway, it was painfully obvious in hindsight that Charles had either been jailed or executed for treason. Not that Scourge would have cared either way. Mostly, he's just vaguely curious to see what Charles is like in this world. Still a mad scientist, or something more benevolent?

A mass of whispering erupts at the main entryway of the hall. Scourge straightens up.

A bunch of bodyguards in black enter, followed by a few people who could be family or friends. Sonic's there, obviously, and next to him can only be Uncle Charles.

Scourge doesn't really remember his uncle; he was, after all, a kid when the guy vanished, and he avoided him whenever possible. But the face before him is undeniably like his own. He has the same sloping forehead, the same pointed muzzle. Honestly, he looks exactly like Sonic with a mustache.

Scourge leans forward, intrigued, as the old guy says something that has Sonic pitching forward in laughter. It's weird, seeing him. Not like seeing Jules, or even like seeing the mom. Just... weird.

Not the kind of weird that Fiona's worried about, thank Chaos. No, he'll have no problems handing this schmuck over to the Doc.

Charles and his little squad sit down in the front row while the bodyguards split up to cover the exits. Scourge tracks their positions automatically, mostly focused on the target. Charles claps his nephew on the back and leans over to whisper something in his ear. Scourge looks away with a sneer.

The ceremony starts. A bunch of people Scourge doesn't know talk about a bunch of things he doesn't understand, blah blah blah. Scourge yawns and taps a tattoo on the railing with his claws. Luckily, all the civilians seem to have gone down to the seating area, so he's alone on the balcony. As long as the security doesn't notice him, he should have no problem staying under the radar until it's time to make his move. Until then, he amuses himself trying to find the rest of the Destructix hidden in the crowd.

Down below, the speeches start wrapping up. Charles ruffles his nephew's quills one last time and heads up to the stage. Scourge straightens up as he accepts his award and takes the mic.

"First, I'd like to thank you all for being here today," the hedgehog says. Scourge taps his foot impatiently. "I know it's a bit of a long way for a lot of you - we've got some visitors from Holoska, even! - and it means a lot to me that you'd take the time to make it here today. So thank you."

Ugh, so boring. Can't Fiona hurry up? At this rate, they'll be doing the audience a favor by sparing them all this drivel.

"- of the University of Spagonia for funding my research and going out of his way to help me whenever I needed it. Thank you, old friend."

Scourge taps his communicator and almost jumps when it crackles to life.

"Alright, everyone's in position," Fiona says. "On my mark, Scourge, you're going to distract Sonic. Jump down there, challenge him to a fight, anything. His sole concern needs to be beating you up."

"All he has to do is be himself and Sonic'll be jumping at the chance to tear him a new one," Lightning interjects. "Works on me."

"Oh, shut up," Scourge says. "Fiona, tell him to shut up."

"...well, he has a point."

Lightning's amused huff is audible over the comm. Scourge rolls his eyes. Traitors, all of them.

Fiona's voice goes serious. "But for real. Get him mad and get him out of here. Make him chase you 'till I call you back, and don't give him a second to realize there's more going on. If he comes back here before we're done, it's over. Okay?"

"I got it handled, babe," Scourge says. "Worry about yourself."

"Believe me, I am." The comms go silent a second later. Scourge stands up, shakes the stiffness from his limbs, and hops up to crouch on the railing. It's showtime.

On stage, Charles is still talking. Does the hedgehog not know how to shut up? "And finally, I'd like to thank my family, who loved and supported me every step of the way, up to and including being here with me today as I accept this award. Sonic, my amazing nephew - you've grown so much and, while I wasn't there for all of it-"

Well, that's enough of that. Scourge leaps into the air, curls up, and lands a perfectly executed homing attack on the podium. Splinters, chunks of wood, and a massive dust cloud fly everywhere. Someone in the audience screams, and behind him he can hear Charles stumbling back and coughing furiously.

"Uncle Chuck!" In the front row, Sonic rockets to his feet and dashes forward, only to come skidding to a stop. As the dust dissipates, Scourge grins. He can feel the light glinting off his fangs.

"Long time no see, faker," Scourge spits. He pulls his sunglasses out of the stupid suit jacket's pocket and slides them on with a flourish. "Can't exactly say it's a pleasure seeing you... then again, I always look forward to a chance to kick your butt."

"Wh- Scourge?" the blue idiot sputters. The shock only lasts a matter of seconds before fading, as the flabbergasted expression turns into something more like a smirk. "Well, well. I haven't heard from you since I demolished you and left Zonic to drag your sorry carcass away. Did they let you out on good behavior?"

Good behavior. Hah. As if Sonic knows anything about what goes on in Zone Jail. "Please. I smashed my way out of there the first week. The Zone Jail's in shambles; just ask Zonic! Oh wait - you can't." He laughs.

Sonic's smile slips a notch and the quills on his back bristle. "What happened to Zonic?"

Scourge keeps laughing.

"Alright, pincushion. Maybe you'll tell me when I beat it out of you!" Apparently done talking, Sonic curls up into a spindash. Scourge, still laughing, topples off the wrecked podium and leaves Sonic to smash into the stage where he'd been standing. People are screaming, someone's escorting Charles off the stage, and Scourge is reveling in the chaos.

"Slowing down, blue boy?" he mocks him. "You'll never find out about your stupid friend if you can't even touch me." Zonic's perfectly fine, actually, unless you count the truckload of paperwork Scourge saddled him with after his escape from Zone Jail. Not that Sonic needs to know that, 'cause if anything ticks him off, it's a threat to one of his friends.

And, true to form, Sonic snarls wordlessly and Scourge knows he's got him.

"You're looking kind of slow today - let's see if those legs of yours still work," Scourge calls over his shoulder and takes off. The world blurs around him as he taps into his speed, rockets between panicked partygoers and confused waiters and angry bodyguards. Out of the corner of his eye, he briefly spots Fiona crouching behind a pillar before she's blown away in his wake. Like this, outside sounds, sights, everything drops away, leaving him alone with himself and the wind.

It's nice. Peaceful, even.

And then the only other being who can keep up with him barrels into his side, sending them tumbling over each other right through the big open doors outside. Scourge lands a kick to Sonic's chest, sending him spinning away, and sprints down a sidestreet towards the marketplace. A moment later, the sound of footsteps running at 300 mph picks up behind him.

Scourge grins. The plan's working, then - Sonic's so ticked that he hasn't even stopped to wonder why Scourge isn't stopping to fight, or why he crashed the party in the first place. Now he just has to play this out 'till Fiona's done.

"Been slacking your exercise regimen lately? 'Cause I thought you were faster than this!" Scourge calls out.

"That so?" Sonic returns. The sound is unexpectedly close and Scourge looks back to see Sonic running only a few paces behind him. "I could say the same for you."

Scourge growls and vaults a fruit cart, sending it flying with a back kick. Sonic dodges the cart and dives through the onslaught of flying fruit, coming up without a scratch. Scourge's gained a precious few seconds, but in a contest of speed, those seconds mean everything. He blocks Sonic's path - kicking over trash cans, dodging in front of moving cars, knocking a baby out of its mother's arms with a well placed swipe. Sonic dodges the trash cans, goes over or around the vehicles, and loses a good fifteen seconds saving the baby. By the time they've cleared the marketplace, Scourge is about thirty feet ahead and gaining.

"What's wrong?" Sonic yells. "Scared of a little fight?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Scourge yells back. "Dunno 'bout you, but I'm not wasting my time fighting someone too slow to keep up!" Up ahead, a pile of trash bags is stacked against a sloping wall, reaching up to the edge of the roof. Scourge leaps up in a single bound and sprints along the rooftop. Behind, the trash bags crinkle as Sonic races up, and tiles creak as the hedgehog fights for balance. Scourge snorts and picks up speed.

The rooftop run is fraught with near-misses and almost-falls. This area of town has a mixture of buildings; some are modern and boxy, with flat tops, but there's a number of older structures with pointed tile roofs. Scourge skids down the sloping ridge of one of these, slips off the building, snags a flagpole on the way down and turns his fall into a launch point. He lands upright on the narrow ledge of a skyscraper and darts along the line of windows, flashing a mock salute at some goggle-eyed kid in its bedroom.

Sneakered feet hit the concrete behind him as Sonic pursues, grinning despite his ferocious eyes.

Scourge hooks a fast right as the ledge ends and drops down to the top level of the parking garage nestled against the 'scraper. Mostly he's planning on going back down to street level, but Sonic puts on a burst of speed and tackles him right there.

They roll head over heels across the concrete, colliding with a dusty pickup truck hard enough to dent in the side. Scourge throws himself out of the way and rolls onto his feet just as Sonic picks himself up. The blaring car alarm is the only sound as they stare each other down.

Sonic moves first. He doesn't bother curling up, just lunges fist first at Scourge's face. Scourge ducks the punch and goes in low for Sonic's solar plexus, narrowly dodging a knee to his face. Sonic slams his heel down on Scourge's foot and drives an elbow into his neck. Scourge stumbles back, falling into a roll to avoid Sonic's left hook, and comes up on his feet with room to spare.

There's another moment of staring and circling as they pant heavily and pretend they're not.

And then Sonic steps something that crunches and looks down.

Scourge lunges. Sonic sidesteps him easily and snatches it up - and wait, Chaosdammit that's his communicator-

"Is this a mic?" Sonic asks disbelievingly and then the pieces click.

He stares at Scourge blankly, and Scourge can practically see his train of thought - comms means accomplices, accomplices means there's a plan, a plan means Sonic was intentionally drawn out here away from the ceremony, and if Sonic's out here then -

Then -

Scourge swears and moves to tackle Sonic but the idiot's already gone. Instinctively, his hand goes to his ear - "Fiona, he's coming your way, I-" No, wait, Sonic's got the communicator and it's broken anyway, dammit. The plan's falling apart and it's entirely his fault.

Well. It hasn't fallen apart yet.

Scourge takes off, running full-tilt after Sonic. The irony of the situation isn't lost on him, not that he appreciates it. Sonic's trail is a direct beeline back to the hall. It should be easy to follow, but for some reason Scourge can't catch up those last few feet.

"I thought you wanted to fight, you dingus!" Scourge snaps. "Make up your mind already, sheesh!"

"You tricked me," Sonic growls.

"Uh, yeah? I'm the bad guy. It's kinda what I do."

"What's your actual plan?"

"Thought you were gonna beat me up and find out?"

Sonic snarls and, impossibly, picks up speed. Scourge has to drop the conversation entirely to focus on just keeping up.

They hit the convention hall scarce minutes later. There's clearly a fight going on inside; explosions and the faint sound of screaming accompany the flood of people battering down the doors in their desperation to escape. The Destructix are clearly having fun... and more importantly, haven't escaped yet. What on Moebius are they doing?!

Sonic zips through the crowd, dodging panicking mobians with practiced ease. Scourge doesn't bother; he kicks one middle-aged cat into the heart of the rush and vaults over the resulting pileup without missing a step. "Babe! Hope you're wrapping it up in there!" he yells as they burst into the ceremony hall.

The Destructix are more than holding their own. The security has been almost entirely cleared out; fallen guards litter the area while none of their own are even scratched. Fiona, wielding a G.U.N. issue stun pistol, jerks up in surprise as Sonic skids into the room. "Scourge, you had one job!" she screeches.

"So did you!" Scourge rams into Sonic from behind, sending them both flying into a row of seating. Scourge comes out on top. "What happened to Ch- the target?" he asks, pinning Sonic down with an elbow to his throat.

"Escaped," Fiona says grimly. "We've already informed the Doc... and, uh, we have a new objective now."

Sonic makes a choked-off sound and Scourge leans down harder. Something shifts behind him but he ignores it. "Alright, what is it?"

Fiona hesitates.

And then cold metal claws clamp down around his shoulder and tear him off Sonic, lifting him bodily into the air. The hedgehog wheezes for breath on the ground, but Scourge isn't paying attention. He's not paying attention to anything anymore, because in front of him-

"What the hell are you doing here," Scourge breathes.

Artificial red eyes burn into his own. "Don't touch my son," says Jules, and the anger in his voice causes every limb in Scourge's body to lock up with instinctive fear.

Of course Jules is here, Charles is his brother, why wouldn't he attend the ceremony - hadn't the blasted hedgehog said as much during his speech? Scourge should've realized it then. This was a bad idea, they need to get out of here, why did Scourge even come here in the first place-

Something in Jules' mechanical expression thaws.

The clawhold on his shoulder eases as he's lowered to his feet, but Scourge's brain is still spinning in circles. He's gone completely unresponsive, some part of him knows, but he can't think.

"Get away from him!" Fiona yells and plants a high kick right in the center of Jules' chest. The robian goes flying, pursued by Simian, and Hawk swoops down behind them to tackle Sonic away. "Babe," Fiona says, kneeling down beside Scourge, feeling frantically at his shoulder. "Did he get you?"

The world shifts a little bit back into place. "No," Scourge mutters. "Fiona, I don't-"

"Save it." Fiona's eyes are full of worry as she grabs his wrist and hauls him to his feet. "I think you need to sit this one out, sweetie."

"What? No." Scourge grips her hand like a lifeline. "I can fight. I can still fight."

"Scourge... the new target is Jules."

Something in his chest catches. Scourge stares at her, and around them, the noise of the battle seems to fade. "...what? Why?"

Fiona grimaces. "We lost the inventor of roboticization. Next best thing is its last survivor."

"No. We're not doing that." Scourge has no idea what he's doing, only that they cannot hand his- hand Jules over to Finitevus. He catches both her hands in his own and squeezes them tight. "Call off the mission, we're going home."

Fiona stares at him. "What? Scourge, you can't be serious! After all the work we've put into this? And what about the beryl?"

"We already got the beryl from the first mission. We'll be careful and save it until we can restock. We've gotten this far without any beryl at all, we don't need it that badly!" Scourge hesitates. "...Fiona, please."

It's the last word that breaks her. She knows how bad he hates saying it, knows how much this means to him that he's saying it now. Her shoulders slump in defeat. "...fine. But you get to explain this to the Doc - and please, let's try to avoid burning that bridge again."

Scourge squeezes her hand one last time before letting go. "Thanks, Fi. And don't worry about the Doc; I'll take care of him."

"That's what I'm worried about," Fiona grumbles, but she's smiling. "Alright, team," she calls out, pulling out her warp ring. "Mission's off. We're going home."

"Wait, what?" Hawk asks and nearly gets clobbered by Sonic for his trouble. "Why?"

"Ask questions when we get home," Fiona says and throws the ring. As the portal whooshes open, Scourge turns to survey the troops. Lightning and Simian are slowly retreating back to the portal, fighting Jules every step of the way, while Hawk and Fly are trying without much success to fend off Sonic long enough to run.

Scourge spindashes into Sonic, knocking him off-balance. "Get to the portal, idiots!" To Sonic, he adds, "Sorry, but it looks like we're cutting this date short." If Chaos has even a drop of mercy in its unforgiving soul, Sonic will have been too thoroughly distracted by the fight to have overheard his exchange with Fiona.

And it looks like for once, his prayers are answered, because Sonic's grin, strained with exhaustion though it is, hints at nothing off. "I'm not letting you get away this time," he says and launches into another spindash. "I still have some questions for you to answer!"

"Then they'll have to wait for next time." Scourge ducks the attack and slams his heel into Sonic as he passes, boosting his momentum to slam into the opposite wall. "Alright, time to go!" he yells, scrambling for the portal. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the rest of the Destructix doing the same.

Fiona's already waiting at the portal, with one leg halfway through, and-

"-aaaaaAAAUGH, WHAT THE HELL," she screams and falls back, pinwheeling wildly.

"Fiona!" Scourge yells and then the world blurs briefly and he's at her side, hauling her to her feet. "Fi, what's-" and then he screams too, because Finitevus is literally right there, climbing through the ring like a monster in a horror movie.

The battle cuts off. A few feet away, a newly recovered Sonic skids to a stop, staring incredulously. The Destructix are sort of ranged out behind him, looking to Scourge and Fiona for the next move. And who knows where Jules is.

"Dude," Scourge says emphatically, putting a hand to his chest. "Don't do that."

"What are you doing," Finitevus hisses.

Scourge makes a show of looking around. "Uh, escaping? I mean, what does it look like?"

"I should have known better than expect you lot to pull through," Finitevus mutters, and hey, that's actually kind of offensive.

"Hey! Screw you, man!" Scourge yells, shaking his fist. "We're leaving 'cause we want to, not 'cause we're losing!" Fiona slaps a palm to her face.

"Oh? And what possible reason could you have to do that?" Finitevus asks, but he doesn't seem very interested in an answer, because his hands flare with dark energy a second later, and Scourge knows what that means.

"Scatter!" he yells and hits the ground with Fiona as a bolt of Chaos energy goes right over their heads. Fiona rolls out from under him as he leaps to his feet.

Sonic seems to have switched targets. Currently, he's hammering away at Finitevus' defenses, running his mouth the whole time. The ring portal is still open behind Finitevus, but they need to get the crazy echidna out of the way first.

Fiona, as usual, is two steps ahead. "You're going to need to team up with Sonic."

"What, seriously? Can't we just let Sonic take care of the Doc and ditch?"

She gives him a flat look. "I don't know how he did it, but Finitevus must have hijacked the ring's signal and keyed it to his lair. I need time to reset it before we can leave. Just, you know-" she waves a hand vaguely. "Move the fight away. Whale on Finitevus. Keep them both off my back long enough for me to work."

"Ugh. Fine." Scourge turns around on his heel. "Hey, loser!" he calls out, cupping his hands around his mouth. "Five minute truce?"

Sonic uncurls in midair long enough to yell, "Make it two!"

Fiona had better work fast, because this isn't going to take long. "Destructix, watch Fiona's back," he orders and throws himself into the fight.

Finitevus was clearly anticipating something like this, because he moves smoothly into defending against the both of them without hesitation. And it's - frustrating. Whenever Scourge throws a punch, a ring portal swirls into being in just the right place to take his hit. If he tries a kick, the same thing. And Chaos forbid he spindashes, or he'll wind up on the opposite side of the room (or, more accurately, slamming into Sonic).

Between the ring portals and the constant misdirection, the two minute mark passes and they haven't landed a single hit. The guy isn't on their level, exactly, but he's unpredictable with enough tricks that he could probably take either of them on their own. Against both of them, he doesn't stand a chance - or he wouldn't if Sonic would get out of his way.

"Dude, we're supposed to be working together!" Sonic snaps.

Scourge flicks his ear (it's been ringing since Finitevus dropped a portal that sent a spindashing Sonic on a collision course with Scourge's face) and ducks beneath a Chaos-infused punch. "Not my fault you can't keep up."

He sidesteps a second punch and follows up with a roundhouse kick that comes inches from the Doc's face before another ring portal intercepts. Dammit.

Sonic, of course, chooses that moment to go for a homing attack, which takes him right into the portal as Finitevus dodges. From somewhere on the other side of the room, the moron makes a faint oomph sound as the portal spits him out.

Scourge rolls his eyes and sweeps his legs under Finitevus' ankles, forcing the echidna to stumble back. "You make a remarkably disloyal minion," Finitevus says and drops into a portal.

On a hunch, Scourge spins around and slams a haymaker into Finitevus' face when the echidna reappears behind him. "Calling me a minion was your first mistake, Doc," Scourge says. "I'm the king, baby."

Finitevus snarls and vanishes again. "I must wonder at the cause of this particular instance," his voice says. Scourge whirls around, fists up before him, but the scientist is nowhere to be seen. "You were, after all, so eager to serve at first. What changed your mind?"

"You really gotta learn the difference between serving and making a deal, bud," Scourge says. "This why your friends always leave you?"

Finitevus ignores him. "Nothing changed between then and now. Nothing... except the target." Something flickers in the corner of Scourge's eye and he starts to turn, but he's met with a blow to the jaw followed by one to the shin. Scourge crumples to his knee with a cry of pain and looks up to see Finitevus' Chaos-powered boot swing for his face-

And then someone's hand snags his wrist and they're moving.

The world blurs just a little as Sonic hauls him across the room at lightning speed to drag him behind an overturned table. Scourge clutches the lapels of his jacket and tries to force his racing heartbeat to settle. For a second, they just breathe.

"Okay, we need to coordinate," Sonic says belatedly.

"Don't tell me what to do," Scourge says, mostly on reflex.

Sonic rolls his eyes. "If you draw his fire, I'll go behind to take him offguard. Think you can do that?"

"What? No. You draw his fire and I'll sneak up behind him."

"Yeah, maybe I'd do that if I had any faith at all in your stealth. You aren't exactly subtle, bud."

Scourge thinks back to every mission that involved some level of sabotage/stealth/general sneakery and their inevitably disastrous ends and winces. Unfortunately, he has a point. "Fine, whatever. Don't mess this up, dweeb." A blast of chaos energy rocks the floor beneath their feet - time's up. Finitevus is here.

Scourge breaks for the left.

"Hey old man, having trouble keeping up?" He leaps into the air as Finitevus goes for a sweeping kick and curls into a spindash, aimed at the scientist's head. Predictably, he sails right into a ring portal and falls out several feet away. In midair, he uncurls and kicks off the ground to rebound towards Finietvus.

The Doc raises his hands coated in Chaos energy and actually catches the spindash. For a moment, they war against each other - dark energy to living buzzsaw - before Finitevus shoves back and they break apart.

Scourge hits the ground in a crouch and lunges again. This time, he feints an uppercut followed up with a knee strike to the gut. The echidna stumbles back, but recovers almost instantly. As Scourge goes in for another strike, Finitevus snags his collar and yanks him off-balance, slamming him into the dirt. Scourge tries to wriggle out of his grip, but the Doc pins him to the ground with a hand on his throat and a knee on his chest.

"I can't say I haven't been waiting for this," the mad scientist breathes, and raises a handful of swirling black energy.

Scourge scrabbles helplessly at his wrist and wonders, briefly, if this is it.

And then a blue ball of spikes rockets out of nowhere, smacking into the back of Finitevus' head so hard the floor creaks when he faceplants. Scourge kicks him off and rolls back onto his feet, smacking away Sonic's outstretched hand. The echidna staggers upright, but his shield is broken and Sonic and Scourge poised on either side of him. The echidna eyes them warily, rings at the ready, and for a second no one moves.

"Got it!" Fiona's voice breaks the spell.

Sonic's concentration slips. Scourge can see it; the way his posture straightens slightly, the way he half-turns to face her. Finitevus sees it too.

And then Finitevus' hands are up, radiating dark energy, and Scourge drops into a defensive stance 'cause the blue buffoon can get himself killed if he wants but Scourge is going down fighting- but Finitevus isn't looking at either of them.

He's looking behind them.

At Jules.

Jules, who has no Chaos abilities, can't break the sound barrier on a whim, can't dodge bullets point-blank.

Jules, who both is his father and isn't, who's a machine but still alive, who stood across from Scourge in a dark room and didn't flinch though Scourge held his life in his hands, who loves his wife and child and wouldn't hesitate to die for either of them.

Jules, who would walk a random stranger through a panic attack on the street but can't dodge a Chaos spear if it's pointed at his chest.

Time slows down to a crawl. Scourge doesn't think.

He just moves.

The last thing he sees, as pain erupts from his chest like lightning and the world is drowned out by the black of corrupted Chaos energy, is the bright red of Jules' horrified eyes.

There's a beeping noise somewhere near his ear. Fiona's phone, probably (even though it sounds nothing like her alarm). Scourge reaches up to shut it off and is stopped halfway by the clink of cold metal.

...huh?

He opens his eyes to dim electric light and a pounding headache. There's a hard surface beneath his back, thin sheets around him, and a metallic chill around his wrists, ankles, and throat.

Through the haze, something about the last one feels familiar.

Beside him, something rustles, and a soft voice says, "Awake, then?"

"Dad?" Scourge mumbles foggily. For a moment he's eight again, in the hospital after a near-drowning, and his dad took a whole day off from work to rush to his bedside and hold his hand. It was the first time he'd seen him in a week.

Then reality catches up and reminds him that no, his dad is dead and whatever's going on here is something to worry about. The fog is gone in an instant.

Scourge's eyes snap open and he throws himself as much he can to the far side of the bed from the figure standing there now. Jules is there - a little scratched and dinged up but very much alive.

There's a flicker of something like relief inside him before Scourge stuffs it down and crushes it very firmly. Chaos, Fiona was right. He let his stupid hangups about this robian get out of hand, and now look what's happened - the mission went south, Scourge is chained to a hospital bed, the rest of the Destructix are nowhere to be seen, and worst of all, he made a heroic sacrifice like he's Sonic or something.

Chaos, Scourge is never living this one down.

"It's good to see you're moving around already," Da- Jules says in that same too-soft tone. "Some of the doctors were convinced you wouldn't live another day. I suppose any son of mine, even from another dimension, is just too durned stubborn to go out like that..."

"Don't," Scourge rasps.

Jules blinks at him. "Pardon?"

"That." Scourge lets go of the bed's railing just long enough to gesture irritably. "I'm not your son. Don't call me that."

Instead of rearing back in offense or dropping the nice act altogether, Jules tilts his head slightly, as though in recognition. "Ah," he says after a moment. "So that was you."

Scourge freezes and tries to play it off. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"That day in front of Chuck's diner," Jules says. "That was you. I wasn't sure, since you were still supposed to be in Zone Jail then."

"Chuck's diner? What?" Scourge forces a laugh. It comes out entirely fake and just a little unhinged.

"You had a panic attack," Jules continues, unperturbed. "I walked you through it. Honestly, at the time, I thought it was because of me."

It was because of you, Scourge wants to say. Instead, he asks, "Whaddya mean?"

Jules gestures vaguely to himself. "I'm a robian," he says. "Robotnik put Knothole through a lot when the roboticizor was still functioning. Plenty of people have had... adverse reactions to my body in the past. It's unfortunate but can't really be helped, except through time and patience."

...for some reason, that stings. Scourge pushes the thought away and snorts. "Sucks to be you. Don't see what that has to do with me."

"You did ask," Jules reminds him, which is fair. He supposes. They lapse into silence.

Scourge slumps against the bed, a little more relaxed with no attack evidently imminent, and holds up a hand to the light. The dangling cuff glints coldly. He can't reach the collar on his neck, but he suspects it shines the same way - like the inhibitors back at Zone Jail. "You guys already talked to Zonic, then?" he guesses.

He's not really expecting an answer, but Jules gives one anyway. "We did. He gave us that inhibitor collar you're wearing right now." Nailed it. "He wanted to take you back with him to Zone Jail right away, but with the condition you were in, we didn't want to risk moving you until you were stable."

Scourge flexes his fingers, watching the muscles move. He'd suspected already, given how drained he feels right now, but knowing that he's wearing the collar is... disheartening. That level of powerlessness is something he'd never wanted to feel again. "I'm stable now. So when will you be moving me?"

Jules hesitates. "Now that you're awake, we'll probably call Zonic to pick you up sometime tomorrow. It's nighttime right now."

"What? How long was I out?"

"Two days."

Two days, and he's still here? Either the Destructix got nabbed too (possible), are planning a rescue mission (unlikely), or ditched (most likely). That... also stings. A lot. He'd liked Fiona, and he was getting used to the rest of the idiots, too.

"What about my team?" he asks.

"Vanished. They tried to retrieve you but retreated when reinforcements arrived."

It doesn't mean much - he is, after all, their strongest fighter and tactically it makes sense to avoid losing him if possible - but it makes Scourge feel better to know they'd at least tried. He lets his hand fall back to the bed with a metallic jingle.

"I still don't understand," Jules says, and Chaos, why won't he shut up? Is this something inherent to Sonic's family? "Why did you save me?"

Scourge inspects the patterns of cracks on the ceiling. That one looks like Sleuth Dog's face. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he mumbles.

"You took an attack meant for me. That much concentrated Chaos energy would've killed me - it's likely the only reason you survived is because you're a very adept controller."

"Sounds like you already have an answer to me."

There's a brief pause. Scourge continues avoiding eye contact. "I do have an idea," Jules says softly. "But I'd like to hear a confirmation from your own mouth."

Scourge doesn't say anything.

What's he supposed to say - that every time he sees Jules some stupid, long-dead part of him longs for his approval? That Jules is dredging up memories better left buried? That when he saw his dad - any version of him - in danger, that his first instinct was to protect him, despite everything he'd done?

Ha. Yeah, right.

"Think what you want, old man." Scourge bares his teeth. "It doesn't mean anything. It was an accident."

Jules doesn't waver. "I think we both know that's not true."

Can't this guy take no for an answer? Scourge huffs and rolls over as much as he can so his back is toward Jules. "Leave," he says. It's what you're best at, after all.

"Sonic heard that you attacked the ceremony to kidnap Chuck."

Scourge has a sudden, sinking feeling he knows where this is going. "I don't care. Go away."

Jules marches on, implacable. "He said that halfway through, after Chuck escaped, Finitevus told you to switch targets. That the new target was me."

"Shut up!"

"And that when you heard I was in danger, you-"

"So I called it off, alright?" Scourge bolts upright. The handcuffs snap back against his wrists painfully and his ankles scream as the cuffs cut into his skin, but he's too furious and aching and raw to care. "Yeah, I called off the mission. Yeah, I took that stupid attack. It doesn't change anything! I'm still your enemy, I'm still going to kill Sonic, I'm still going to tear apart your world and everything you love! So what if I- if I..."

"Risked all that to save one broken-down, tactically unimportant robian?" Jules finishes quietly.

"Yes! No!" Scourge tries to bury his face in his hands and can't even do that, damn this tiny range of motion. "Will you leave me alone?" Metal glints in the corner of his eye as Jules reaches out a hand. Scourge growls deep in his throat until the hand is slowly drawn back.

Mercifully, the robian is silent while Scourge desperately tries to keep himself from falling apart. Chaos, what is wrong with him?

"What do you want from me," he mutters.

This time, it's Jules who looks away. "There's not much time before I have to call Zonic in," he says. "Before he left the first time, there was talk of... life in solitary confinement. Or execution."

Breathe. It's fine. Scourge has been in worse scrapes before. "I can see where the similarities between you and my dad come in," he says softly. Venomously. "He never hesitated to lock me away, either." Sure, it hadn't exactly been tossing him in a prison cell and throwing away the key, but the perpetual grounding to an empty mansion, the total abandonment of him to an endless stream of nannies... and then, of course, that fiasco right before he died.

Dads. So eager to foist their screwups on other people, wash their hands and move on.

"Doesn't any of this setup seem odd to you?" Jules asks abruptly.

Scourge blinks, thrown. "What? You hit your head somewhere, old man?"

"Think about it. You're a top-priority prisoner. You've broken out of Zone Jail. And yet your only security here is an inhibitor collar, some handcuffs, and a broken-down old robian."

...there's a trap here somewhere, Scourge knows it. "Yesss?" He eyes Jules warily. Is this some kinda reverse-psychology thing?

Jules laughs wearily. "You're not the only one with emotional ties he can't quite cut, son."

"Don't call me that," Scourge says reflexively before the weight of Jules' words catch up to him. "Wait, what? Are you saying-" and then he cuts off, because that's so ridiculous it shouldn't be said out loud.

"Yes," Jules confirms. "I volunteered for guard duty because I had to ask, first. To make sure for myself that something of my son is in there."

"I am not your son," Scourge snaps. Distantly, some part of him recognizes that he's being actively detrimental - that if he plays his cards right he could actually walk out of this free - but he's past that kind of rational behavior now. "You're chasing ghosts, old man! Stop looking for stuff that isn't gonna happen!"

"You're not my son," Jules agrees. "You're not my Sonic. But you're a Sonic, and somewhere... that potential for great good is inside you."

And isn't that exactly what Sonic had said on their last birthday - the day he'd finally ditched that lame Anti-Sonic moniker, had finally stepped out of Sonic's shadow into his own light - that all it'd take is a bit of decency, and Scourge would be just like him? The echo stills him.

"You're making a mistake," he says hoarsely. He's not going back to Zone Jail, he'll die before he goes back to that hellhole, but he needs Jules to understand this. "I'm not Sonic. I'm no hero. If you let me go, I'm just gonna go right back to doing what I did before. People will die because of you."

"No, they won't," Jules says, half-smiling. "I've done my research. The Destructix don't kill. You wreak havoc and destroy things, but... no bodies. I understand it's to avoid trouble with G.U.N.," he adds, holding up a hand to forestall Scourge's protests, "But you don't have a body count. That's important."

Shows what he knows - but Scourge can't bring himself to point out the obvious. "I still ruin lives," Scourge says instead. "There's other ways to kill people without holding a gun to their heads."

"I know. And that's where I'm being selfish." The half-smile turns into a full smile, but it's so sad and wracked with exhaustion and bitterness that Scourge has to look away. "I... I lost my son once. I can't help it... I can't watch a son of mine - from any universe - be destroyed while I can do anything to stop it. I'm not a good person, Scourge. I've lost too much to try. So I'm going to be selfish, just this once, and hope you don't make me regret it."

Scourge is silent. He's silent when Jules stands up and unlocks the cuffs, one by one. He's silent when Jules reaches up to his throat to unlock the inhibitor, and he's silent when it falls away and power rushes freely beneath his skin once more.

His boots are on the floor, suit jacket draped over a chair. He pulls on the shoes and digs through the pockets until he finds his sunglasses, but leaves the jacket behind.

"Scourge," Jules says quietly, as Scourge pushes the window open. He hesitates over the window sill, half inside and half out.

If Jules asks him to stay, he doesn't know what he'll do.

But he doesn't. In the end, Jules looks down and whispers, "If you ever need somewhere to rest, my home is always open. Till then... be safe, son."

The words catch in Scourge's throat. He nods, wordlessly, and drops out of the window to land lightly on his feet on the ground below. For a moment, he dallies beneath the window, waiting for-

For...

He doesn't know. Scourge shivers in the cool night air and starts running.

...thanks, Dad.

He finds the base a few hours later, jogging to the next town over and hopping a train the rest of the way. When he walks in, the base goes dead silent.

Fiona leaps up from the circle of Destructix - planning a rescue mission, he later finds out - and tackles him, hugging and pounding him in equal measure. She cries a little too, which he only discovers when she points out he's tearing up himself. The Destructix surround them, yelling over each other and clapping him on the back until Simian picks them all up in a group hug. It's at that point that Scourge declares he's done with all this mushy stuff and if they don't knock it off he won't bother coming back next time. Fiona announces that if there is a next time he won't have to worry about coming back because she'll kill him first, and Simian gives them all one last squeeze before turning them loose.

Scourge retrieves his leather jacket with a sense of great relief and they all end up watching another trashy samurai movie, which Lightning ruins again. Fiona holds him tight the whole time and doesn't chew him out like he deserves, for which Scourge is unendingly grateful.

He doesn't go back to the house. He pulls jobs with the Destructix, they beat up on Sonic and his lackeys, they have one run-in which Finitevus that they come off much worse for. And they watch crappy movies, eat ridiculous amounts of junk food, and get personally banned from every arcade and amusement park across the continent. He's... not gonna lie, it's actually pretty fun.

But in the back of his head, the house is always there. The robian bustling around the empty kitchen in a pink apron. The scent of pancakes frying. Till then... be safe, son.

It takes a long time - months of denial, of wondering and longing and furious self-restraint - but he caves eventually.

He shows up on a morning he knows Sonic and his mom won't be there. He doesn't knock on the door, or ring the bell. Mostly, he just hovers outside, unable to work up his nerve to do anything.

He's about to leave when the door swings open. Jules stands there, looking exactly the same as he did that night by the hospital bed, with eyes too soft for his wayward not-son. Scourge, half-frozen on the sidewalk, searches for something to say and comes up empty. They stare at each other silently.

Scourge shoves his hands in his pockets and forces back the lump in his throat. "I was in the area, so I dropped by," he mutters. "Don't think this means anything."

Jules looks at him for a long moment and Scourge forgets to breathe. Slowly, softly, his dad smiles. "Welcome home, son."

#sth #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #scourge the hedgehog #fiona fox #jules the hedgehog #destructix #fanfiction #sonic fanfiction #sonic fanfic #i cant look at it anymore take it

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littlemissmarvelous · 5 years ago

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Queen of the Night

I've bandaged your bruises

You've held back my hair

Who'd've known when this started

That we'd end up here, here?

But you reach out and touch me

Say my name like a prayer

You giggle as his hands caress your sides as you stitch the gash on his forehead closed. He smiles at your giggle and proceeds to let his hands find your ass.

“Bucky baby I need to fix your stitches and THEN you can touch me however you want. But I really need to focus, love.” You hum.

The mission had been okay, both you and Bucky came out okay besides the cuts and of course his gaping gash on his forehead from a hit to the head. You escaped with a bulletwound to your shoulder but Helen had already taken initiative and began treatment. There was still some pain and blood but with another session and some more stitches you’d be fine. That bulletwound turned out to be exactly why Bucky got his gash. He had been so upset that someone had the audacity to shoot his girl that he saw red and he went in full fight mode. He still won, of course, but not unscathed.

Finally done with the stitches you dab them to wipe away blood and smile. “All done!” He didn’t waste another second before picking you up and taking you to the bed, throwing your body on top of it as you fight giggles. He quickly gets on top of you and grins, his hair surrounding your face like a halo. He blue eyes meet y/e/c and he swears he’s never seen anything more beautiful. Your smile, your laugh, your beauty...he thanked god for gracing him with an angel. After all that he is done in his long life, he didn’t think he could ever deserve to be blessed with someone to love him for who he is, but He was proven wrong when he met you.

Who knew you’d end up here? You were the other assassin amongst Natasha who also experienced part of the red room, but had received super serum to make things even more precise and strong. You’d escaped before they could perform the graduation ceremony, and you lived years on your own traveling Europe. That was, until you happened to run into good old Steve Rogers who just so happened to be on the run too. You had thought you were doomed, you had a lot of red in your ledger and didn’t have the standings that Nat did. But instead he saw you fight against an agent and pulled you to the side and asked you to join his group. He promised you protection and a new life, no more hiding when this all blew over. You took the offer no questions asked, a way out is a way out. He guided you to his safe house where a tall dark man stood at the stove, his face going in shock at the sight of a new person.

“Um okay, do you want to explain?” Sam asks.

Steve motions to you and replies, “This is Y/n L/n.”

His spatula drops onto the floor and his jaw drops onto the floors. He quickly undoes to apron he has on and shuts off the stove before standing in front of you. “Holy crap, I’ve heard of you. You caused a lot of problems for me back in the army when you went through our troops like butter in Ukraine. But I have never seen such clean work and absolute stealth before in my life. Not even Bucky or Nat.” His voice is higher with his excitement and his smile is almost taking up his entire face. You blush and shy away at the compliment. You weren’t exactly proud of everything you’ve done but you could admit you were darn good. He holds out his hand for you to shake and you take it. “Nice to meet you y/n, I’m Sam.”

You shake his hand softly. “Nice to meet you Sam,” you say and then ask, “who’s Bucky?”

Steve frowns and asks, “ever heard of the winter soldier?” At the mention of that name your hand goes to the sword holsters at your hip and prepare to draw.

“He’s here?! Where?!”

“Uh, here.” You hear behind you and you turn. At the sight of the metal arm your instincts kick in and both swords are drawn and your body is in battle mode.

“Woah, hold it!” Steve steps between the two of you cautiously, though Bucky is just standing there unmoving. “I need you to understand y/n. This is Bucky, he isn’t the winter soldier anymore.”

Your body straightens but you’re still hesistant. “How do you know? He could still be inside him.” You hiss.

Bucky then steps past Steve to address you. “The trigger words still may work but I promise the guy in front of you is just me. James Buchanan Barnes.” You grit your teeth and think to yourself. It was a tough decision but you placed your swords back in their sheaths and stood up straight.

“I am not who i was before either. So I must give you a chance.” You state, your eyes piercing his. Bucky relaxes his face into a smile for which you surprisingly return.

Bucky flashes back to the present, his body still hovering over yours. “Y/n..” he whispered your name almost like a prayer. Your hands find his face and pull him into a kiss. His hands are all over then and you both lose yourselves in eachother, passion almost making your blood boil.

All my friends say you're dangerous

But I don't fucking care

“Look y/n, all I am saying is that I completely understand that you’re a badass avenger now, but I just don’t think you’re making a great choice.” Your friend from childhood Amy said, her eyes full of concern.

You frown and ask, “what do you mean?”

“I mean...I mean I think you trusting and dating Bucky is just a really bad idea. He has done some really bad things, especially to your friends.” She admits meekly.

“You know that wasn’t him, Amy. That was the winter soldier, for which isn’t Bucky. Not anymore.” You reply.

“How do you know? What’s to say he won’t go AWOL again? Or kill you in a trance just because you’re in the same bed?”

“Because I trust him! Just like you should trust me!” You stand from the table and glare down at her. It was near betrayal how one of the few closest to you can’t seem to trust you or support your happiness for once. “I think it’s best I get back to the compound now.” You turn to leave only to hear her call after you.

“Don’t blame me if he kills you. And don’t come to me if he hurts you and you don’t have anywhere to go.” You stop in your tracks immediately.

“Do me a favor and delete my number and never contact me again. I’ll make sure to let tony know you aren’t allowed near the tower or compound, and better yet within 1,000 yards away of me.” You sneer and continue your leave.

It hurt but you didn’t need anyone that wasn’t with you completely by your side. You were used to standing on your own anyways.

Cause there's somethin' about it that brings me to life

Yeah, I know all the consequences, I don't mind

This holy redemption tears us in two

But I can't turn my back to you

Wearin' your t-shirt, I'm Queen of the night

One hand on the wheel, and one hand on my thigh

And I know it sounds crazy, but babe I am too

I just can't turn my back to you

Bucky knew about your loss of friendship with Amy, and why. He blamed himself and even thought about leaving you but you refused. You spent the entire night proving to him why and how much you belonged with him.

“She’s right you know. One psych break and you could be dead.” He whispers sadly.

“I’m here to stay with you through it all. I trust you, and I trust myself when I say I know you’ll never kill me. You won’t hurt me because I love you, and you love me.” Your lips find his in a blistering kiss full of love and fire. You needed to show him, to make him feel what you held within yourself. Pulling away you whisper, “we are both born from the dark, but we found the light together. I want to stay in the light with you.” He looked into your hope and love filled eyes and couldn’t help but lose himself completely. The warmth and utter devotion you showed him made his eyes well up and his arms pull you even closer to him. This was home for both of you, the sanctity of each other’s arms.

A knock at your door and Steve’s booming voice calling, “Time to go to the gala lovebirds!” Bucky internally groans and his arms pull away from your body.

“Looks like it’s time to get your dress on and get your fine Ass down there doll.” You giggle and kiss him before leaping up and heading to the closet to put on your navy blue gown. The car ride over was calming, and relaxed. His hand was on your thigh, the other on the wheel. You find yourself grinning at him, making him smile in return. “What’s got you so smiley?”

“I’m crazy about you, you know that?” You admit with a small giggle.

His smile turns into a very large grin and his grip on your thigh tightens as he squeezes you softly. “I’m crazy about you too, doll.” Your chest grows warm and your heart flutters as you take in his words. You wonder how you ever thought you were in love with anybody else before.

As soon as you both got back from the tiring gala, you immediately changed into a shirt of Bucky’s and some sleep shorts. You couldn’t help feel like in his shirt, in his clothes, you could take on anything. Survive anything with that piece of him with you. There was no separating you two from now on. Not ever. Not when you were unknowingly (yet) growing this mans child in your belly.

When the night goes quiet

And we're up in your room

And you're kissin' my fingers

And I kiss your tattoos

You lied beneath the silk sheets of his bed, your head on his chest. It was quiet now, after many rounds of blissful sex you both just held eachother. Your head turns and you kiss the tattoo he got around his scar on his shoulder lovingly. “I love you.�� You whisper.

He takes your hand in his and kisses your fingers softly as the other plays with the ends of your long hair. “I love you too, y/n. So much.”

I could lay in bed with you and talk shit forever-ever

If this is all a dream, wake me up never, never, never

Swear to God, cross my heart, no one does it better, better

“I just can’t get over it.” You say as you lie next to him on the bed, the warm comforter covering you both.

“You? I think the one more shocked is me, doll. I’m over 100 years old and have a metal arm who used to be a hydra assassin. And I’m about to be a full blown dad. To an actual BABY.”

Your hand goes to grab his metal one in comfort. “You’re going to be an amazing dad babe. I just know it, and our baby will love you and your metal arm. Just like I do.” You then place both of his hands on your growing stomach so he could feel the life they created inside you.

His eyes began to water and a small smile graced his face. “You really think so, y/n? I’m scared.”

You nod and place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Yes baby, I think so. With all of my heart. I’m scared too but I know with you, us together we can accomplish anything. Even parenthood.”

He brings you close and nuzzles into your neck, his head ticking your skin. “Oh doll, please tell me you’ll marry me.”

Your cheeks turned deep red and you can’t help but tear up. “Oh Bucky... are you serious?” He nods and reaches Over to the dresser by the bed to pull out the velvet box. Pulling it open he reveals a rather large diamond ring. “More serious than ever doll. You’re it for me.” He says with a smile. You don’t waste time putting your lips against his in a passionate kiss. Sure your hormones were insane because of the baby but there was no refuting that you were absolutely in love with the man next to you that fathered you’re baby.

“Oh god, yes buck I’ll marry you. I’d marry you a thousand times if i could.” You gush, your body wrapped around his. “Just wait until I have this baby and i can fit into my dream dress okay?”

He nods. “Anything for the love of my life. And soon to be other love of my life.” His hand goes to your stomach again and your heart had never felt more complete as he then places the ring on your left hand. You were going to be his queen forever.

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lizzie-boo · 5 years ago

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Tell Me Why-Ficmas Day 5

Remus Lupin x Reader

Words: 1,969

A/N: So I don’t know how I feel about this. I did my best but I’m feeling a bit sick so I’d rather be sleeping than writing. But hey, day five’s story is here and wow it’s longer than the rest. Hopefully, you like this. Let me know if there is anyone you want me to write about or an idea you would like to see during Ficmas.

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The fire had started to die down by the time that I had composed myself enough to make it up to the dorm room. This was it, our last night in Hogwarts. From here on out it was just me trying to survive the world all alone. Alone, the word was an ugly reminder of everything that I had lost this week. If only I had known something was off, that this was coming I could’ve steeled my heart. Then it wouldn’t have hurt so much.

Taking the stairs two at a time I try to quietly slip into my room. To my surprise, Lily is sitting up in bed waiting for me. She pats the spot next to her and I take a seat next to her, leaning my head on her shoulder. Her hand comes up to rub comforting circles on my back.

“How are you feeling?” she whispers.

“It hurts,” I confide in her.

“It’s gonna be okay hun, he’s stupid and doesn’t know what an awesome girl he just let go of. Besides you can find someone better.” Lily wraps her arm around my shoulders and pulls me into a tight side hug.

“I just don’t understand, I thought we were fine. We had just been talking about moving in together when we got out of here.” A new set of tears well in my eyes and one by one the tears slide down my cheeks.

I hate myself for crying over him. I shouldn’t let him have this much control over my emotions. Yet, just the thought of him makes my heart break a little bit more. After everything we had been through, all the years we’d been together, and all we’d shared he broke up with me and didn’t even give me a reason.

“Babe, Remus will regret everything he’s ever done to you the second I get my hands on him.” The glint in her eyes is all too familiar. The same one she had back in the day when James would relentlessly peruse her. I knew Remus wouldn’t be expecting what Lily would do to him. For a moment the thought of him hurting as much as I am made me happy.

“Thanks, Lil, I don’t know what I would do without you.” I lift my head off her should and give her a small smile.

She gives my hand a small squeeze before speaking up once more, “And I know it hurts now but trusts me if he isn’t willing to stick around then he’s not worth it, you can do so much better.”

I crawl into my bed, careful to not wake any of my other roommates. Pulling the blankets over my head I let out a sob. I had spent three years of my life with him and now it was all a waste. He had broken up with me for no reason, just that we should go our separate ways after graduation because it would be for the best. So tomorrow would be the last day he’d be part of my life. After that, I would avoid him as much as possible considering we have the same friends.

The days after graduation moved slower than I thought they would. I moved into my own flat a few weeks after graduation and began learning to cope with the loneliness I felt. It was hard, all of my friends had their own lives and were busy. Not to mention they were trying to divide their time between Remus and me since I refused to be near him.

Some nights were harder than others. Sometimes I would sit in the kitchen with a glass of wine and cry because this wasn’t supposed to be how it played out. I should’ve been living here with him by my side. It should’ve been our apartment, not just mine.

Sadly, tonight was one of those nights for me. I was sitting on the counter in the cramped kitchen, ice cream on one side and a glass of wine on the other. I knew it was silly, that I should’ve been over the breakup by now and I was, for the most part. It’s just those nights where it all came creeping back that broke me down and left me sobbing in my kitchen.

It was worse tonight because Christmas was just around the corner and this had been my favorite time of year to share with Remus. I loved spending the days leading up to Christmas with him, it was some of the best memories we shared. Looking at the bare tree in the living room had caused the memories to come flooding back and I couldn’t hold in the tears that I learned to keep bottled up.

Taking another bite of ice cream I kicked my legs against the cabinets. The soft thudding of my feet against the wood helped ground me. It gave me something to think about, sometimes I even found myself trying to time the kicks with random songs. A knock at the door stirs me from my thoughts. The clock on the wall reads almost two in the morning and I let confusion sink in.

I grab my wand off the counter, wary of who might be on the other side of the door. These days I could never be too cautious, especially with the wizarding world on the brink of war. Wand at the ready I slowly opened the door. Peering around the door I dropped my wand in shock.

Standing in front of me was a beaten and bloodied Remus Lupin. There was a deep cut just above the scars on his cheek and a large portion of his shirt was coated in dark red blood. Stepping aside I wordlessly let him in. He followed me to the small bathroom down the hall. I sat him down on the edge of the tub and looked at him under the bright bathroom light. There was a multitude of small scratches littering his face.

“What happened?” I ask while digging through the cabinet to find the first aid kit that I knew I had somewhere. Cursing under my breath I turn to check the cabinet over the toilet. Finally finding it I turn back to Remus waiting for an explanation.

“It was the full moon, tonights was worse than normal. James and Sirius were with me and took me back to James’ to patch me up.”

“Okay that’s great and all but doesn’t explain why your still bleeding or in my flat!” I exclaim, gesturing with the washcloth in my hand.

“Well I walked in and their whole house was all decorated for Christmas and all I could think of was how happy you are at Christmas and I just ran. I just wanted to see you,” he explains while you dab at the gash on his cheek.

“You should’ve thought about that before you decided to break up with me for absolutely no reason. Which might I add was a dick move on your part. Next time you break someone’s heart at least tell them why,” I yell at him while wiping his face harder.

He winces at the pressure and I move back. Throwing the washcloth in the sink I open the first aid kit.

“I’m sorry, I thought it would be easier to just leave than try to make you see my side of it.” He tugs at his shirt and I gesture at him to take it off. He pulls the gray fabric over his head and drops it on the floor by his feet.

I try not to stare at his bare chest but it’s been so long since I’d last seen him like that. Despite how angry I was with him I couldn’t help admire his bare chest.

“And what exactly was your side of it? Was I not good enough for you? Did you finally get sick of me?”

I begin to clean the deep gashes on his chest and stomach as he tries to explain himself.

“It was never any of that, quite the opposite actually. I didn’t think I was worthy and I was worried that when we got out into the real world that you would realize that I was tying you down. You’re destined to do great things and I’m just a monster.” He looks up into my eyes and his sincerity shines bright.

“That is the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.” I place a bandage over the cut on his chest and run my hand over it to smooth it out.

“I didn’t want to lose you and I was so worried over it that I ended it. I was stupid and I wasn’t thinking right but I realize how wrong I was now.” He grabs my hand and holds it against his chest and I have to turn away.

“You should’ve talked to me, we could’ve worked through it. If you had opened up to me about how you were feeling then we would still be together.” Looking in the mirror I take in my appearance and mentally cursing myself for staying up so late and drinking so much. This wasn’t how I thought of seeing him again would go.

“I know that now, I’m so sorry. I was foolish to think that letting you go was the best option. I miss you so much.” The way his eyes tear up causes my heart to stir.

“I’ve missed you too but you really hurt me. You left me and all the plans we had for after graduation without a reason.” I tug the sleeves of my jumper down, a habit that seemed to only pop up when I was feeling nervous.

“I’m sorry if I could take it all back I would in a heartbeat. I’d give anything to be living with you like we planned. All I ever wanted and still want is to have you by my side and I screwed it up. I’ll never forgive myself for what I did to you.”

For the first time, he stands and takes a step towards me. Placing his hand on my arm he looks into my eyes. His damn eyes, they always get me and I can’t help but feel my resolve crack as he looks at me. His hand slides up my arm and I shiver slightly. It had been a long few months without him around and now with him here I can’t help but want to be in his arms again.

“I just don’t know anymore,” I mumble.

He places his hand under my chin and tilts my face up until I’m looking at him. It’s then that he hesitantly leans down to capture my lips in a kiss.

“Please just give me another chance,” he whispers against my lips.

I place my lips back and his and feel him smile into the kiss. It’s all he needs to know that I’m willing to give it another try. He wraps his arms around my waist pulling me closer. My hands roam his chest, careful not to touch his injuries.

I tug at his messy brown locks and he lets out a small moan. His hands travel down my back and soon find a place in the back pockets of my jeans. Before I know it I’m wrapping my legs around his waist and he carries me toward the bedroom.

It felt nice to be in his arms again. I had missed this so much in the months that we were apart. And no matter how upset I had been with him before it all seemed better now that I was back in his arms. The thought of having him by my side again this Christmas made my heart swell with joy.

#Harry Potter #harry potter imagine #Remus Lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus x reader #lupin x reader #reader insert #reader #Lily Evans #ficmas 2019 #ficmas #ficmas day 5

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broomballkraken · 4 years ago

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Title: An Unrivaled Love

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Pairing(s): Sylvain/Lorenz

Word count: 1685

Warnings: N/A

Summary: 50 sentences of Sylvain and Lorenz

#01: Air

It was an amazing thing, Lorenz mused, that something as insignificant as Sylvain showing him a genuine smile was enough to knock the air from his lungs like he had been punched right in the gut.

#02: Apples

Sylvain tossed the half-eaten apple at Lorenz as he turned around, and Lorenz took a bite, secretly hoping to get a lingering taste of Sylvain among the sweetness of the fruit.

#03: Beginning

From the moment they met, Lorenz had a feeling that Sylvain would become a thorn in his side, but he of all people should have known that thorns can be accompanied by something quite beautiful.

#04: Bugs

“Get back here Sylvain!” Lorenz screeched, and Sylvain only barely managed to dodge the huge cockroach that was thrown at his head as he ran for his life.

#05: Coffee

“Coffee? Ugh, what an awful, bitter drink!” Sylvain agreed with Lorenz on something for once, but he would never actually admit it.

#06: Dark

“C’mon babe, it’s still dark outside…” Lorenz hesitated a moment, but he quickly decided that his morning routine could be delayed a bit, and he sunk back into his lover’s warm embrace.

#07: Despair

As Sylvain finally recognized the enemy dark knight - by his hair, colored a unique shade of purple that he had only seen once in his life - a feeling of despair that Sylvain had never felt before settled deep in his gut as he gripped his lance with a ghost-white hand.

#08: Doors

“Are you coming, darling?” Sylvain smiled and nodded as he placed his hand in Lorenz’s, letting his husband pull him through the door of their new home.

#09: Drink

After making the mistake of letting Sylvain out of his sight for far too long at the tavern, Lorenz struggled to support him on the way home as Sylvain blabbered on in a drunken stupor about how much he loved him.

#10: Duty

Lorenz knew that it was part of his duty to find a noble woman to marry, but as Sylvain shifted against his chest while he slept, Lorenz was highly considering telling his father to fuck off.

#11: End

With the final blow stuck, the war had finally come to an end, but Sylvain and Lorenz knew that this was only the beginning for them as they ran across the battlefield into each other’s embrace.

#12: Fall

“You’re supposed to stay on the horse, you know-” Lorenz rolled his eyes and cut Sylvain off by grabbing his arm and yanking him to the ground with him.

#13: Fear

Sylvain had never known a fear so terrifying as what he felt when he saw Lorenz fall from his horse, his shoulder and gut pierced by one arrow each.

#14: Fire

Sylvain hated the fact that Lorenz was better at magic than him, but what he hated even more was how beautiful the reflection of the flames looked mingled with the amethyst color of his eyes.

#15: Flexible

After making the horrible mistake of claiming to be more flexible than Lorenz, Sylvain was begrudgingly grateful that his rival at least had the decency to help him get to the infirmary.

#16: Flying

Lorenz was supportive of Sylvain trying out wyvern riding, but as he clung to his lover’s back for dear life while their giant draconic mount soared through the sky, he was greatly reconsidering this particular method of support.

#17: Food

“Hm, Fish and Bean Soup? As much as I loath to say it, you have impeccable taste, Sylvain.”

#18: Foot

Sylvain winced as Lorenz gently tended to his wounded foot, and even as he was being scolded for moving too much, Sylvain couldn’t help but crack a smile when he noticed the look of worry in Lorenz’s eyes.

#19: Gift

Sylvain’s initial shock when Lorenz got down on one knee in front of him with a ring quickly melted away and was replaced with amusement as he followed suit.

#20: Grave

Every time Sylvain left a rose at the weather-worn grave, he also left a piece of his completely shattered heart with it.

#21: Head

“Gods, I must have been dropped on my head as a child if I’m falling for you of all people.”

#22: Hollow

As he gazed out the window of the Gloucester Estate, Lorenz couldn’t help but wonder if these five years of war had left Sylvain feeling as hollow as he did.

#23: Honor

‘An honorable noble would not leave someone to face their despair alone,’ Lorenz told himself as he knocked on the door to Sylvain’s room.

#24: Hope

“When I look at you, my darling, and see how much love you harbor for me in your eyes, it gives me hope that we will both make it through this war, together.”

#25: Light

“You’ve always been a light in my life, Sylvain. Yes, even when we used to fight all the time, because those encounters allowed me to get close to you, and to fall completely and utterly in love with you.”

#26: Lost

Sylvain had felt lost when he returned to Garrag Mach to reunite with his class, but when he met Lorenz atop the Goddess Tower to exchange apologies, complements, and a few passionate, inexplicable kisses, Sylvain felt like he was finally being steered in the right direction.

#27: Metal

The jarring sound of metal striking metal rang throughout the training grounds, and as Sylvain’s eyes locked with those of his heated rival, a much different kind of heat sparked to life deep within his chest.

#28: New

This parenting thing was new, and a cause of slight anxiety, for the both of them, but when they saw the looks of pure joy on their adopted daughter and son’s faces when they brought them home, Sylvain and Lorenz knew that this would be the best decision that they would make together.

#29: Old

After 40 long years together, even though their hair had grayed and skin wrinkled, Sylvain and Lorenz still thought of each other as the most beautiful person they had ever known, and will ever know.

#30: Peace

Every time Lorenz stared deep and lovingly into his eyes before kissing him tenderly, Sylvain was overwhelmed with a sense of peace that he would never get anywhere else.

#31: Pretty

"Your eyes, they're just...gods damn it, you have the prettiest fucking eyes that I've ever seen, Lorenz!"

#32: Pride

“This is my life, Father, and I will not let you dictate how I live it any longer!” As Count Gloucester’s face contorted with unbridled rage, Sylvain had never felt more proud of his fiancé.

#33: Rain

Lorenz used to hate getting caught in the rain, but after a sudden downpour forced him and Sylvain to take shelter and gave them a rare moment of respite, he decided that he actually didn’t mind it as much after all.

#34: Regret

“My greatest regret...is that I never got to tell you how I feel about you, Sylvain,” Lorenz said as he raised his lance, and the blood drained from Sylvain’s face.

#35: Roses

They say that every rose has its thorn, but for Lorenz, Sylvain would take the risk of being pricked.

#36: Secret

“You really thought it was a secret? Oh please, just taking one look at you two together told us all we needed to know.” Hilda just laughed as Lorenz buried his beet-red face in his hands.

#37: Sickness

Lorenz was insufferable to be around when sick, but when a shaky, clammy hand slipped into Sylvain’s as he dabbed the sweat from his husband’s forehead, any annoyance he might have been feeling melted away to be replaced with an incredible fondness.

#38: Smile

“I love you!” Sylvain’s bold declaration came out in a desperate shout, and his eyes welled up with tears when Lorenz’s first reaction was to smile.

#39: Snow

Sylvain couldn’t tell if Lorenz’s face was so red because of the cold or embarrassment, but he didn’t have much time to think about it as he dodged the snowball thrown his way in retaliation.

#40: Soft

Lorenz was just as much of a battle-hardened warrior as Sylvain was, and yet, as they lay tangled in bed together, Sylvain had never felt such a soft feeling as when Lorenz skin was pressed against his own.

#41: Solid

When confronted by their fathers' opposition to their relationship, Sylvain and Lorenz realized that they had a pretty solid foundation built when they both simultaneously told them to fuck off.

#42: Spring

Spring was the season of love, something Sylvain was normally a self-proclaimed ‘expert’ at, but he didn’t really know what to make of these newfound feelings for his longtime rival.

#43: Stable

“Remember that one time, in the stables? Man, if Ferdinand would have caught us, we would have never heard the end of it!”

#44: Strange

Claude glanced up briefly from the maps that he was studying as Lorenz and Sylvain passed by, and he swore that he would never get used to the strange sight of those two holding hands.

#45: Summer

Summer was becoming one of Sylvain’s favorite seasons, because almost every morning he would find a beautiful bouquet of flowers left for him, carefully picked from his husband’s own garden.

#46: War

On mornings when Sylvain was lucky enough to wake up wrapped in Lorenz’s arms, the war seemed like it was a million miles away.

#47: Water

“Next time, maybe you should snag a smaller fish,” Sylvain said, laughing as he brushed Lorenz’s soaking-wet hair out of his pouting face.

#48: Whisper

Slender, practiced fingers traced over Sylvain’s overheated skin as Lorenz whispered his name, and that alone was enough to undo Sylvain completely.

#49: Wind

The soft breeze blowing passed the Goddess Tower gently tousled Lorenz’s hair, and Sylvain did not - could not - tear his eyes away from the beautiful sight.

#50: Winter

Sylvain was accustomed to the chill of winter, but Lorenz was not, and Sylvain took advantage of this fact to spend each and every cold morning basking in the warmth of their entwined bodies.

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Goodbye, With Love

Requested by @drinix: Hey It’s me!! I have read your Billy Russo five and they are amazing 🔥 So can you write a fic where Billy and the reader are so in love but have to breakup because Billy is dealing with many of his enemies and he doesn’t want her to get hurt. Ultimately getting back together because both of them can’t stay without each other. (Angst+Fluff+Smut)

Thanks for being so patient, babe! WARNING: sexual situations, mentions of violence, and my overuse of italics

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Billy was leaving you. He’d packed his bags, given you his key, and was now standing in the living room staring at you sadly. You, for your part, were trying not to cry. You knew this day would come, you’d known for weeks now.

“Tell me again,” Billy had said, dabbing at your face with a damp towel, “Tell me exactly what happened.”

You sniffled, and Billy leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your nose. “I,” your voice had been shaking as you spoke, “I was coming back from dinner with the girls and I… I was waiting for a cab,” you felt a new batch of tears well up in your eyes, “and these guys came out of nowhere and grabbed me…”

“What did they want you to tell me?” He asked, even though you’d told him the story at least twice now.

“They said: ‘tell Russo that we never forgot 10-19-09’,” you reported.

Billy nodded, finishing up his ministrations and replacing the cloth with a bandage. You’d been roughed up pretty good; you had the beginnings of a black eye, a split lip, and a handful of painful cuts and bruises. Billy had been furious when you’d called him from the police station, he’d sent two of his men ahead of him to watch over you until he got there. The cops knew Billy Russo as Anvil’s Billy Russo, but the veteran cops knew him as Jigsaw. Those cops had practically tripped over themselves to accommodate him—they’d seen some of his work firsthand from some as of yet ‘unsolved’ murder cases. “I’m sorry this happened to you.”

“It’s not your fault,” you said, trying to control the tremor in your voice. It really wasn’t—Billy’s list of enemies was long, but this was the first time they’d come directly after you.

“It is,” he said, eyes hard, “I should have known better… Should have been there to protect you, I should never have…” He stopped, hand on your cheek, and you felt the tears start to fall. “It was stupid of me, to think that I could have this—have you—when there’s still so much shit stuck to my name.” He wiped your tears with his thumb. “You don’t deserve this.”

You covered his hand with your own. “It’s not your fault,” your voice was more level now, “I don’t blame you…” You sighed. “I blame them.”

Billy stood up then, and you watched him move to the kitchen and drop the wet cloth—stained with your blood—into the garbage can. He turned to you, and you could see the tension in every muscle, in every small movement of his stern face. Even as he tried to keep his temper in check—for your sake, you supposed—you could feel the anger rolling off of him. You guessed that, if you weren’t in need of comforting, he’d have gone out and killed those guys with his own hands. The thought didn’t make you squeamish—you’d known Billy was a killer when you met him, and you respected him all the more for it. Things had been hard, lately, sure—the loss of Kingpin meant the lower level criminals were getting bolder and bolder, which meant Billy—Jigsaw—had been making more and more enemies. “You should hop in the shower,” he suggested, “I need to make a few calls.”

“What happened on October 19th?” You asked. “2009?” You clarified.

Billy’s jaw tensed. “Y/N,” his voice held a warning in it, “Don’t.”

“Did you kill someone?”

He stared at you, unblinking. “Yes.”

“Hm,” you looked down at your hands, folded in your lap, before you’d looked back at him, “Did they deserve it?”

“Far as I’m concerned? Yes.”

“Were there witnesses?”

He nodded. “Shot the guy in the head, once, a clean kill, in front of a room full of his buddies.”

You nodded again, wiping the last of the tears off your face. Your nose hurt. It wasn’t broken, but it definitely didn’t feel the same as it did when you’d woken up that morning. “Okay,” you said, slowly getting up, “Okay… I’m gonna take a shower.”

“You need help?” He asked, watching you limp away from the table.

“Nuh-uh,” you waved a hand in the air, “Make your calls, baby, we’ll talk afterwards.”

Billy had still been on the phone by the time you’d finished in the shower. You felt a little better now, the hot water having soothed some of your aches. Billy, phone to his ear, had watched as you moved passed him in the kitchen to grab a glass of water before heading back to your bedroom. He’d left two little pills on the nightstand that you knew were painkillers. You took them, sliding into bed, and waited for Billy to get down with his…business.

“Baby.” Billy’s voice had sounded like it was coming from far away. “Sweetheart, can you wake up for me? Baby?”

You rolled over and opened your eyes—you hadn’t meant to fall asleep, hadn’t even known you had—but you smiled as Billy’s face came into your vision. “Hi,” you said, voice groggy from sleep and maybe a tad bit hoarse from screaming.

“I’m sorry to wake you—”

“Stop apologizing,” you said, nuzzling into his side as he sat at the edge of the bed, “Did you make your calls?”

He nodded. “Scoot over,” he said. Billy had slipped into bed behind you, wrapped his arms around you, and made you feel like the luckiest, safest, and most loved woman on the planet in under five seconds. He had pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You closed your eyes, safe and secure.

“I need to ask you something,” he’d said, voice muffled by your hair, “and then, once you answer it, you can go back to sleep.”

“Mm hmm?”

“Do you trust me?” He’d asked you.

You had turned to look at him then, a frown on your cut lips. “Of course I trust you. I trust you with my life.”

He nodded, but his eyes had been unreadable. It scared you. “Okay.” He kissed your neck again. “Go to sleep, baby.”

You did. You woke up, expecting to be engulfed in his arms—but saw that you were alone.

You watched Billy now, thinking about that night. He slung a duffel bag over his shoulder, watching you watch him in silence.

“There’s money in the safe,” he said, his voice carefully calm, “and your passport. A fake ID.”

“I know,” you said. He licked his lips. You should have let him go on, rattle off the list of things he’d prepared for you, put in place for you, but you couldn’t take another second of waiting. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for him to walk out of that door. “You don’t have to do this.”

Billy sighed, and you knew he was gearing himself up for a fight—for another fight.

“You’re out of your mind,” you had said, voice somewhere between a hiss and a whisper, “You’re out of your goddamn mind.”

“Y/N,” Billy had his arms crossed, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, “I’ve made up my mind—”

“—No,” you’d corrected, “you’ve made up our minds. You don’t get to just—to just decide how I feel or what’s best for me—”

“—You’re in danger!” He yelled, his voice making you jump. “Didn’t that shit from last week wake you up? Being with me is putting you in danger—those guys jumped you because of me, solely because of me!”

“And you killed them, it’s over, it’s fine now,” you said, trying to ignore the way Billy was pointedly staring at your still-healing black eye.

He shook his head. “It’s not,” he’d said, “It won’t be over until everyone I’ve ever pissed off, anyone I’ve ever hurt, is dead and buried.” He looked into your eyes, and you could see how serious he was. “Things are going to get bloody,” he’d promised you, “I can’t drag you into that.”

“So what? So you’re just gonna… Just gonna walk away? Just leave me because a few assholes have a grudge?”

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” he growled, taking two long strides towards you, “I’m gonna break your heart and mine to keep you safe!”

“I don’t want to be safe,” you cried, “I want to be with you!”

Billy grabbed your shoulders and shook you lightly. “I won’t let you die because you love me! Okay? I won’t! I’ll die before I let you die!”

You had started to cry then. You knew there was no convincing him, no way to compromise. Billy had made his decision—and yours, too. “But I don’t want you to leave,” you sniffed, “I don’t want you to go. Don’t leave me,” you begged, “Please, don’t leave me.”

Billy’s eyes shone with tears, and he yanked you towards him in a hug. His arms wrapped around you, and you sobbed in his chest. “I don’t want to,” he said, his voice wavering as he held you close, “Baby, I can’t even… I can’t tell you how much I don’t want to leave you. You’re…. You’re the only person I’ve ever loved,” his hold on you was firm, but you could feel him shaking in your arms, “This… This is so… So hard for me,” he swallowed, “But I have to do it. I have to walk away before you get hurt. Because… Because I can’t live knowing I caused your death. I can’t.”

“I can’t live without you,” you whimpered back, all the fight gone out of you, “Please, Billy.”

“Stop,” his grip tightened, “I have to do this. For us.” You pulled back and looked up at him and your heart nearly exploded with sorrow. He was crying; tears rolled down his face and his eyes were shimmering with more. “I love you so much,” he whispered.

Your resolve broke. “I love you, too.” You swallowed, putting your head back on his chest. “How… How long will you be away?”

“A few months,” he’d answered, “Maybe a year. I can’t come back to you till it’s done.” You felt him shudder against you. “I… If you meet someone new, if you… if you can’t wait for me, I won’t… I get it. I just want you to be safe. And happy.”

You’d looked back up at him then, and you saw the eyes of a man who was flawed. A man who hurt you. A man who loved you. “I’ll wait,” you promised, “I will always wait for you, Billy. I love you.”

He leaned down, kissing you slow and soft. When he spoke, his lips had still been on yours. “I love you, too.”

“You don’t have to do this,” you repeated, knowing that it wouldn’t change his mind—not this late in the game. “I can come with you.”

“You know you can’t, Y/N,” his jaw was set, “We’ve been through this.”

You willed yourself not to cry. “I know,” you said softly, “I know.” You hung your head, feeling like your body was made of stone. You heard Billy drop his bag and felt your body relax when he wrapped you in his arms. He felt solid, warm, familiar. He felt like home.

“Kiss me,” he ordered, staring down at you with wide, black eyes.

You did. When you pulled back, you gave him an order of your own. “Fuck me.”

Billy obeyed instantly. He picked you up and slammed you down on your back onto the kitchen table. His lips smashed against yours as his hands worked on your jeans, pulling them down roughly and throwing them across the room. You pulled his shirt up and raked your nails up and down his back—hard. He bit your lip and you cursed into his mouth. Billy growled, lowering his head and peppering your neck with vicious bites and kisses. You put your hands in his hair and tugged at the short strands, digging your nails into his scalp. You made a noise—a pathetic, mewling sound—and Billy pulled his own pants down. You felt his fingers slid into you, and you raised your hips to get closer to the feeling. Billy kissed you again, and you alternated between kissing him back and moaning into his mouth.

“Billy,” you gasped, “Billy.”

He shushed you, mouth still on yours, and lined himself up to your entrance. “I know, baby,” he said, voice low and deep, “I love you.”

You saw stars when he pushed into you—the stretch was magnificent. Billy groaned, mouth on yours, as he rotated his hips back and forth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the sounds of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by your shouts and Billy’s heavy breathing. You were both sweating, and you licked the beads off of Billy’s skin with glee. You wanted to savor this, to savor him. You wanted to devour him. Billy pumped into you with new purpose, harder, faster, deeper than ever before, and you felt yourself float in the ecstasy. Your mind exploded into colors and warmth when you came, and you cried—literally cried—when he came inside of you.

He was looking at you, staring, when you opened your eyes again. You could tell he what he was doing: memorizing.

Billy leaned down, still inside of you, and kissed you. This kiss was different, too; softer, longer, more meaningful… This kiss said “I love you” just as much as it was saying “goodbye”. You felt another tear fall down your cheek and realized he was crying, not you. You closed your eyes, and felt Billy press one last kiss to your cheek before sliding out of you. You listened as he pulled his pants up, sniffling and taking a deep breath. You listened as he walked to the door—one step, three steps, five, six, seven…--and listened as he picked his bag off of the floor. You heard the sound it made when it hit his shoulder.

“I love you,” he said, and you listened to the sound of the door shut.

That had been six months ago. Last you’d heard, Billy was in Afghanistan chasing after some of his old contacts. The news had been reporting a string of mysterious deaths connected to old military contacts and criminals all over the world that you knew for a fact were Billy. You hadn’t heard from Billy since the day he’d left, but you knew he would come back to you one day.

You’d pushed everyone else away since Billy left—there was nothing they could offer you to fill the void he left, so why bother? You spent each and every night tossing and turning, waking up at the slightest of sounds, hoping it would be Billy coming back to the apartment. But it never was. You were up late, as you often were, cellphone in your lap, half-watching TV, thinking about Billy when your phone vibrated.

Your heart and time stopped at once. It was an unknown number. You slid the “answer” button and put it to your ear. “Hello?”

A sigh met you—and that was all you needed to hear to know that it was Billy. Your Billy. “Baby,” his voice was full of emotion.

“W—where are you?” You asked, eyes already filling with tears. “Are you safe? Is it done?”

“I’m safe,” he answered, and you could hear the smile in his voice, “It’s done. But I can’t come back.” You froze. “I need you to come to me.”

You stood up, knocking a plate of uneaten fries off of the side table as you did. “Where?”

“Meet me at the spot we first met,” he instructed, “Bring everything we have in the safe and a suitcase. Essentials only.”

“Okay,” you were already unlocking the safe, “I’ll be there.”

“Empty out the safe under the bed, too,” he said. Billy had installed a second safe right before he left, but he’d made you promise not to go in it unless he told you to.

You slammed yourself onto the floor and army-crawled under your bed. “I don’t know the combination,” you said, breathless.

Billy laughed, and you felt like you could cry. “10-19-09.”

You laughed through your tears. Of course. “I’m on my way,” you said, laughing almost hysterically now, tears streaming down your face, “I—I’m—I—”

“It’s okay, baby. Breathe,” you pictured the smile on Billy’s face, “I’ll see you soon,” his voice went soft, “God, I can’t wait to hold you.”

“Ten minutes,” you promised him, “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“I’ll be waiting,” he said back, “I’ll be waiting right here for you, baby.”

You could fit everything you needed in two bags, and you were so hyped up that you ran into your furniture so hard it left bruises on your arm. But you couldn’t feel it. You threw on a coat but didn’t bother zipping it, because the cold couldn’t hope to penetrate the warmth you were feeling now that you’d heard Billy’s voice. You ran to the spot Billy said he’d be, feeling like you had wings on your shoes. You made it to the place you’d met Billy—a nice little meat shop called Nelson’s Meat—and looked around for Billy. It was late, so there weren’t many people out, and the shop itself was closed. You bit your lip, nearly vibrating with the force of the anticipation, head snapping back and forth looking for Billy.

“Y/N,” Billy’s voice was soft, and your eyes widened when you turned to look at him. He looked thinner, but good. He was wearing all black and had a hoodie over his face. “Baby.”

You flung yourself into Billy’s arm, words abandoning you as he held you in his arms for the first time in six long months. You were both shaking with emotion, but Billy was shushing you gently—you hadn’t even noticed that you started crying. “Billy,” you chanted, breathing in his scent—it was better than oxygen, “Billy, Billy, Billy…”

“I’m here,” he whispered, “I’m here, I’m with you, baby, I’m here.” He kissed the top of your head, and when you looked back up at him, he was grinning with tears streaming down his face. “I got us a plane ride out of here, out to the Ukraine. No extradition,” he explained.

“I don’t care where we go,” you smiled up at him, “I just want to be with you.”

“You will be. You are,” Billy kissed the top of your head again, tightening his hold on you, “We won’t ever be apart again, baby. I promise.”

“I love you,” you said, smiling through your tears.

“I love you, too,” he said, leaning down and capturing your lips in a long, deep kiss.

You adjusted to life in the Ukraine surprisingly quickly. You and Billy had a nice little cottage, unconcerned neighbors, and more than enough money to live comfortably without either of you having to hold a job—which was good, because Billy had made sure you couldn’t leave the bed for the first three days you got there. Every night you went to sleep in his arms, resting your head on his sturdy chest, and every morning you woke up to a sweet smile and kiss from the man you loved.

You lay in bed, naked and comfortable in his arms, and breathed in his scent. You couldn’t get enough of him, and the feeling was mutual.

“I know you’re awake,” Billy said, eyes closed with a smirk on his face.

You grinned back, rubbing your nose on his. “How do you always know?”

“Because I know you,” he answered, pecking your lips.

You hummed happily. “I love you, Billy,” you said, and your grin widened when he opened his eyes.

His dark eyes shone with love, and you felt it wash over you. “Show me how much you love me,” he said, pulling you on top of him.

You sighed as you felt him, hard and ready, beneath you. You only had to shift a tiny bit for him to be inside you, and you dropped your head against his neck as you adjusted to him. Billy rubbed your back and ass, kissing the side of your neck and whispering “I love you” as you rocked against him. The sex was slow and sweet; neither of you had anywhere to be, so you could put all of your focus and energy into your lovemaking. Billy groaned underneath you, and you rocked your hips, moaning into his mouth when he turned to kiss you. You had no idea how long you spent in his arms, with him inside of you, slowly working yourself into an orgasm. Billy kissed you, tongue licking into your mouth, as he rolled you both over so that he could be on top. He arched into you, and you gasped at the change in position and pace. He kissed your neck, sucking a hickey onto your skin as his hand slid between you two and started to massage your clit. Your eyes opened as the orgasm washed over you, and you wrapped your shaky legs around Billy’s waist. You felt yourself clench around Billy, and grinned when you heard him growl at the feeling.

“Fuck,” his voice was rumbling in your ear, “I love you, baby, I love you, I love you,” he slammed into you again, and you both screamed when he released inside of you.

You wrapped your arms around Billy’s shoulders and looked up at him as you both came back down. He was staring a you, eyes wide and warm and perfect—and you knew that both of you were home. As long as you were together, you were home. “I love you,” you whispered, looking up at Billy with a smile on your face.

Billy kissed you, soft as a feather. “I promise,” he said, smiling down at you, “I love you more.”

You giggled, kissing him again and again and again because you could. Because he was there, with you.

And he’d be there for the rest of your life.

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There you go! I hope you all like this! Thanks, as always, for reading and please let me know if you liked it! (Also, can you tell that I know nothing about the Ukraine? haha!)

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