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littlemourningstarr · 4 months

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In Case You Forgot

A look at a typical day, for Sekh and Astarion. Sometimes domesticity is simply nice.

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Pairing: Astarion x Transmasc tav

Part of the Eternally Yours series!

Tags: Transmasc tav, domestic fluff, slice of life, vaginal sex

“Close,” Sekh said, leaning in a bit to Astarion. “Give the r a bit of a roll.”

The vampire scoffed, sitting on the floor of their living room, directly in front of Sekh. “Darling, I did.”

“Well, more of a roll. I know your tongue is capable of it.” Sekh gave a playful wink, watched Astarion bite back a laugh. The elf tried again, and Sekh smiled, resting his hands on his thighs. His legs were neatly folded on the ground.

Sure, they could have sat on the couch- they had, in the beginning. But it always seemed as they got further into their lessons, they ended up vacating the furniture all together. They’d pace the room, before ending up on the floor, both unable to keep themselves still.

In the months since their venture to the Underdark, Sekh had been trying to teach Astarion drowic. He had been shocked when the vampire asked him to, weeks after the ordeal. And Astarion was catching on quite quickly- he couldn’t read a word of it yet, but he was beginning to handle simple conversations- so long as Sekh didn’t speak too quickly.

Sekh found it was nice, to speak it again. It had been almost comforting, in Lolth’s Cradle, to fall back into the language he had grown up with. He had only learned common because his mother had wanted him to- and he had been abysmal at it, at first, as a young child. Astarion seemed to be a far better learner than he was.

Sekh was speaking in drowic, albeit slowly, when the house door opened, and Yenna came bounding in- back early from her adventures, it felt like. Sekh didn’t think daylight had faded yet. She plopped herself down on the floor next to Astarion, as the elf tried to respond to Sekh- only tripping once.

“I think you need to emphasize the va more,” Yenna said, and Astarion shot a glare at her. Sekh beamed.

“She’s right, though you did do well.” Astarion huffed, folding his arms- but there was a bit of a smile to his face, as well. After all, Yenna was only occasionally sitting in or listening when she was bored- and she was picking the language up as well. Quite quickly.

Ignoring the advice, Astarion instead turned his attention to Yenna, who looked as if she had just run through half the city- short hair a windblown mess, sweat along her hairline, color to her cheeks. “Were you running from the Flaming Fists?” he teased, leaving out the again Sekh knew should be a part of that statement.

He had given up trying to get her to behave- he rather liked the trouble she got into, honestly. It wasn’t ever anything he couldn’t talk their way out of.

“Not this time,” she said, grinning, “I just wanted to make it home before dark. You promised to help me with my aim again.”

Astarion grinned at that, standing up and pulling Yenna up as well, the two heading quickly for the stairs to gather up the throwing knives she had taken from the Szarr palace, months prior. She was quite good with them, actually- her aim still just needed a bit of practice. Same with a crossbow.

She was growing up to be quite the potential terror, Sekh knew.

He had also given up trying to get them to not throw knives in the house. They would no matter what he said. He’d only really lost his temper once, when they had utterly decimated one of his plants that he had moved up to the living room, planning to bring it to the Society’s new lodge.

Sekh stood up himself, gathering the books he had strewn about, setting them all on a small table. His lessons with Astarion usually ended about this same way everyday- a new distraction pulling the elf away from him. It didn’t matter though- he was learning.

Sekh took himself down to his workshop, began checking in on his plants. He swore it was beginning to get cramped down here, but he really didn’t have another option. He had enough plants that had spilled out into the house itself- and while most were used to provide light as they couldn’t rely on sunlight, there was still a limit.

Astarion had made that abundantly clear.

Sekh stroked the petals on one of his plants, checking for any budding flowers. He had been trying to crossbreed various flora from the Underdark, and this tongue of madness and bulbplant so far was the only hybrid that had taken. He wasn’t sure it would live long enough to flower, but its progress was fascinating nonetheless.

He moved to his workbench, once he was satisfied the plants had been cared for. He had a few mixtures sitting in various tubes and bottles, that had sat overnight to allow for the proper processing time. He lifted one, turning it slightly in the pulsing, natural flora light, studying what seemed to still be a separation of liquids. Frowning, he lowered it, giving it a little stir. He had expected the extracts to mix properly in the solvent, but it seemed they were separating still.

He set the bottle down, made a few quick notes, wondering if he would have to begin the experiment all over again. Perhaps his ratios were wrong- maybe the two solvents simply weren’t compatible-

“Sekh!”

Sekh turned at the call of his name, the sound of the hatch door opening. He waited a moment to see if Astarion would come down- and when he didn’t, called back, “Yes Starshine?”

“I’m taking Yenna out to practice with her knives.”

Sekh turned, looked at the unoccupied ladder to the workshop. He assumed it must be overcast then- it had been quite rainy, all week. He wouldn’t be surprised if more rain was coming.

He left his work bench, deciding he would check on the solution later that evening and make the decision if he needed to start from scratch then. He headed back for the ladder, climbing up- found Astarion was lacing his boots, the front door open, Yenna already outside.

“Watch for stray sunlight,” Sekh teased, as Astarion stood up. The vampire grinned, moved to close the gap between them to peck Sekh’s cheek.

“I promise at the first sight of sunlight I’m gone.” Another peck, now to the corner of his mouth. “Are you going back to your little science experiments?”

Sekh hummed. “Perhaps later. I think I’ll try to run some errands before the rain.” He followed Astarion to the front door, watched the vampire poke his head out, giving the sky a quick study. Once he was satisfied the clouds were indeed thick enough- and they were, a rolling dark gray that looked saturated with rain- he stepped out, Sekh following and pulling the door shut.

Yenna was bouncing on her heels, the knives displayed across her chest in a harness Astarion had had custom made, just for her. She’d outgrow it quickly, but that fact didn’t seem to bother the vampire. He’d simply said he’d have another one made. And another.

Sekh left them to their mischief, heading out into the city himself. He stopped at Bonecloak’s first, picking up a number of herbs from Derryth that he didn’t grow himself. He didn’t bother much with surface flora, as it was abundant enough in other shops- and because of that, he seemed to find himself there every few days. He had built a rather friendly relationship with the dwarf, ever since he’d remet her in the city. She had softened a bit, compared to her callous nature in the Underdark.

Next, he made his way through the winding, bustling streets, towards a small outcrop of the city that always seemed quiet, no matter the time of day. The old cemetery was small, and Sekh didn’t believe there had been any new additions to it in over a century. After all, his first visit had boasted plenty of overgrown headstones.

He had bought a few flowers, from one of the wood elves that often walked the streets, peddling her latest finds from outside the city.

He paused in front of a very familiar headstone, one that he had visited more often than was probably necessary, since he’d first been brought here by Astarion. Against the sound of a low rumble of thunder, Sekh sat down on the Earth, staring at Astarion’s headstone.

He couldn’t read the elvish script, unfortunately. But it was beautiful to look at, nonetheless. And Astarion had translated it for him, on a long ago previous visit.

Sekh didn’t think the vampire came to visit his own grave anymore. He didn’t blame him- whatever catharsis Astarion had needed from the grave, he’d gotten when he’d first brought Sekh, when he’d carved his own addition into the stone.

Sekh set his little satchel down, simply staring at the stone. He didn’t visit often, but something about the place kept calling him back. Perhaps it was just the wonder of what the man who had been buried here had been like- the Astarion, before his death and rebirth.

Astarion had died well before Sekh was even born, but the drow still regretted he had never known him, in his first run at life. He’d voiced as much to his partner, and Astarion had always waved him off, the man still not remembering much of anything prior to his time with Cazador- but he’d been fairly certain that Sekh wouldn’t have liked the man he was.

Sekh couldn’t fathom a version of Astarion he wouldn’t love, in one way or another.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, sounding closer now. The air was chilled, the rain a promising threat. Sekh knew if he wanted to avoid getting drenched, he couldn’t stay long.

He reached into his satchel, collected the few flowers he’d purchased, along with a large sprig of balsam. He shifted to his knees, placed them all gently over the grave, almost touching the headstone. He’d always left the balsam with the flowers, and perhaps it was silly, but it was used in so many healing potions, and he just hoped it would provide some healing to the memory of a man who lived in this stone.

He knew Astarion would have a good laugh over that. He didn’t explicitly tell the vampire he came to visit his grave, but he was sure Astarion knew he did it, from time to time.

He gathered his satchel, stood up, and began meandering through the small cemetery. Some of the headstones were written in common, but some appeared in dwarvish, more elvish. A mingling of the variety that made up Baldur’s Gate.

Even though Sekh couldn’t read the text, he always looked for any that might seem similar to Astarion’s. He could pick out his name, and his family name, Ancunín, after all these months of visiting. And though he had never seen another stone that held the name, he checked anyway. He just found it odd that Astarion had no kin buried near him.

When he’d brought it up, once, months ago, Astarion had just shrugged it off and promptly changed the subject. Sekh hadn’t pushed after that. It seemed to be something Astarion wasn’t ready to explore.

But to him, it meant either Astarion’s family was outside the city, or very much still alive. But he couldn’t imagine the family leaving his grave untouched for two centuries, if they were here. Or alive.

He felt a few raindrops hit his hair, and made his way towards the cemetery gate. Even if there were no answers here, he still felt better that the man Astairon had been was no longer being left forgotten.

Sekh had beat the rain- mostly- by the time he returned. He hadn’t been surprised to find no sign of Astarion or Yenna, knowing the girl wouldn’t have a single care about being stuck in the rain.

Sure enough, well over an hour later, she returned, drenched to the bone and grinning like mad. She’d been a rambling ray of joy, recalling to Sekh how she was able to throw a knife from a roof and still hit a target.

Sekh hadn’t asked what the target was. Or what roof she had been on. Or how she’d gotten up there. He’d learned it was better to just not know. Especially if she had been with Astarion. He swore she could get into more trouble with the vampire than when she was off running the city with her friends.

He managed to convince her to change before she caught her death, before the two made dinner together. Sekh had come rather far when it came to cooking- at least, in comparison to his original skills, which had been atrocious. What was always bemusing to him was that Astarion was a better cook than him, and the vampire didn’t even eat.

It was something the vampire seemed to take a silent pride in. In fact, anytime he did something that seemed to provide for Yenna or Astarion, he always got this proud little smile curling on his lips. He’d shown up one night, a few weeks prior, with a deer slung over his shoulders that he’d drained, grinning because hey, the rest of the animal was useful for Sekh and Yenna, right?

It was a good thing Sekh had gotten rather friendly with a number of the shops in the time he’d lived in the city, so that when he had to show up with a fully drained deer to a butcher, questions weren’t asked.

Yenna sulked off to bed after she’d fallen asleep twice on the couch, on Sekh’s shoulder, as he’d been reading with her. She’d tried to claim she wasn’t tired, that she could wait up until Astarion got back from his hunt, but Sekh had shooed her off.

He was still in that same spot, having moved on to an actual novel, when he heard the front door opening. The rain had been echoing peacefully in a heavy tempo all night, and the sound of the water pelting the stone streets was louder than the sound of the door hinges, when it opened.

Sekh glanced up, as Astarion walked into the living room, shaking his hair, before he was trying to finger comb the rain from it. He was utterly soaked.

“You could have just fed from me,” Sekh pointed out, as the vampire continued to try and wring his curls. His hair was getting long, and it clung to his cheeks, his neck, in rampant curls.

“I’m weak to sunlight, not rain, pet,” Astarion pointed out. Sekh rolled his eyes, setting his book down and standing, walking over to brush the curls that clung to Astarion’s forehead back. His skin was freezing, despite having just fed.

“You’re cold,” Sekh pointed out, “come on, let’s get you warmed up.”

Astarion quirked a brow. “Oh? What did you have in mind?”

Sekh chuckled, ignoring the question and taking the vampire’s hand, leading him upstairs. It wasn’t until they were behind the closed door of the bathroom, and Sekh was lighting a few candles, that he said, “A bath, to start. And you can tell me all about whatever little beastie you found tonight.”

Astarion didn’t argue, as Sekh moved to the faucet, that protruded from the wall over their wooden tub. One nice thing about the city, at least, was running water.

The vampire began peeling his wet clothes from his body, as Sekh held his hands around the running water, mumbling ignis. Small flames licked at his hands, warming the water as it flowed into the tub.

“Been practicing?” Astarion asked, watching the few steps back from Sekh. The drow didn’t speak, concentrating on keeping the flames small and lit. Unlike Syl’s shadow magic or the necrotic weave that flowed within him, Sekh found he still had to focus quite hard if he wanted to use any additional magic.

Hells, he could only use it at all because Rolan had been quite the patient teacher, with him, over the past year. Sekh wasn’t the best student, when it came to magic- but he was pleased he could at least handle some of the basics, now.

Sekh let the flames go out once the tub was full, turning the water off and standing back up. Astarion had finished undressing, left his wet clothes folded neatly, as he walked by Sekh, climbing into the tub. He sighed at the heat, leaned back against the wood, as Sekh rolled his sleeves up.

He knelt behind Astarion, reached over him and got his hands in the pleasantly warm water, running them over Astarion’s ribs, to his stomach. The vampire sighed, as Sekh kissed his wet curls.

“So tell me about your hunt,” Sekh said softly, simply running his hands along Astarion’s skin, helping to warm him. The vampire had let his eyes slip shut, didn’t respond until Sekh had fully pulled his hands away, was lathering them with a woody scented soap he’d gotten from one of the spas within the city. Sekh found it had been oddly easy, to make friends with some of the more pleasure focused businesses.

After all, he was quite good at concocting some enjoyable little potions that they could offer to their clients.

He ran his now soap slick hands along Astarion’s shoulders, down his chest, as the vampire finally said, “Nothing that exciting, darling. Just a gentleman that needed to learn some manners.”

Sekh paused, leaning against Astarion’s shoulders, his hands now on his thighs. “Will he get to learn, or was he too far gone?”

Astarion slit his eyes open, wriggled slightly under Sekh’s touch. “He’ll get to learn- this time.” Astarion turned his head, took advantage of Sekh being so close to kiss his cheek, nose at his jaw, his free hair. “He was bothering the new girl at Sharress’s Caress.”

Sekh tipped his head to the side slightly, allowed Astarion to kiss at his neck as his hands skitted along his pelvis, staying innocent- for the moment.

The vampire had begun to make a point of at least popping by the brothel, when he made his trips out to Rivington, to hunt. The staff there were quite fond of him- after all, he was charming, beautiful-

And would gladly put the fear of the gods into anyone who misbehaved. And it seemed those that lived to learn from their mistakes never tried to take retribution. After all, if they tried, Sekh was more than happy to add to their fear.

Sekh leaned back, gently pushing at Astarion’s shoulders, getting him to lean forward. He moved his hands back over his shoulders, down along his back, began gently pushing at the muscles that felt a bit tight under his fingers. Astarion let out a relieved groan, dropped his head down, so Sekh could work at the muscles at the crook of his shoulders. “Feels like he put up a fight,” Sekh whispered, hands moving over Astarion’s scars, continuing to work at each knotted muscle he found.

“Only a little. Nothing I couldn’t handle.” The last word was dragged into another groan, as Sekh got a particularly tender spot. Sekh focused on the knot, until he could feel Astarion’s muscle relaxing beneath his fingers. When he pulled back, the vampire turned, leaned his arms against the tub and looked up at him with such an affectionate stare Sekh felt his heart leaping around in his ribs.

He didn’t think he’d ever not have that reaction, when Astarion looked at him like that.

“Are you going to join me?” the vampire asked, and Sekh laughed softly.

“I hadn’t planned on it.” Astarion gave a little pout, and Sekh huffed, splashing some of the still warm water at his shoulder.

“Please?” the vampire asked, leaning a little closer. “Pretty please?” Sekh huffed again, but stood up, pulling his shirt up over his head. He was acutely aware of Astarion watching as he stripped, until he was just as naked as the vampire. He climbed into the tub, stradling Astarion and settling easily into his lap, the vampire’s hands finding his hips and gripping them instantly.

Sekh rested his hands on Astarion’s chest, splayed, and leaned in, brushing his nose against the vampire’s. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked, as Astarion’s hands roamed past his hips, cupped his ass and tried to lift him slightly, attempting to position Sekh against his cock.

“Almost,” he whispered, nearly purred, as Sekh let the vampire guide him, rocked slightly against his still soft cock. “Can I entice you, pet?”

Sekh smiled, let one hand slide down Astarion’s chest, his abdomen, until he was grasping his cock, fondling him gently. He watched Astarion’s eyelids flutter, felt his cock twitch easily in his hand.

“Maybe,” Sekh whispered, and Astarion’s eyes snapped open, looking at him in utter shock.

“Maybe?” Sekh bit at his lip, swallowing a laugh. He felt Astarion grip his ass tighter, fingers and nails dimpling in his dusky skin. Sekh gave his cock a squeeze, heard Astarion’s breath rush out of him. He was so easy to work up right after he’d fed, body sensitive from the sudden rush of blood, his nerves fully alive.

Sekh lifted himself higher, carefully positioning Astarion’s cock against his cunt. He eased down slowly, watched the vampire bite at his lip, holding in his groan of relief as he sank fully into Sekh’s body.

The drow exhaled, once Astarion was nestled inside him, his hands going to the lip of the tub, grasping it for leverage. He eased himself up, Astarion helping to lift him, before he sank back down with ease. He leaned over the vampire, his hair falling like a veil around them, looked down at Astarion and held his gaze.

The hands grasping his ass began to roam along his hips, up his spine, the tips of Astarion’s long nails scratching lightly, making Sekh shiver. As he did, the elf smiled, tipping his head back slightly, quite obviously enjoying the way Sekh’s cheeks began to flush.

Sekh gripped the tub tighter, pushed himself down harder, could feel Astarion’s hips trying to meet his movements. The warm water sloshed around them, left Sekh feeling relaxed.

“I could watch you forever,” Astarion whispered, and Sekh felt his heart rate pick up, felt the warmth on his cheeks spreading. Astarion smiled, added, “I heard your pulse spike.”

Sekh leaned closer, so his words were breaths against Astarion’s lips. “How could it not?” He kissed him, slowly, could feel the way Astarion’s cock throbbed inside him over the attention. The vampire was quite fond of being kissed, Sekh knew.

The hands on his beck grasped him, Astarion’s fangs dragging along his lower lip, making his belly feel tight. Sekh wasn’t close, but it didn’t matter to him- he still felt good, and he liked knowing Astarion did too.

The vampire broke the kiss, panted a breath against his wet mouth, a little groan- and then those hands were grasping his hips, forcing Sekh to still. “Careful,” Astarion warned, “or this will be over too soon.”

Sekh leaned back, hair falling over his shoulders, the ends damp now from the water splashing up his chest. “I don’t mind,” Sekh whispered, rolling his hips and watching Astarion’s eyes spark.

Still, Astarion kept one hand on his hip, the other moving down his abdomen, dipping into the water, fingers pressing at his clit. Sekh sucked in a breath, let out a quiet groan as Astarion touched him slowly.

“As much as I adore that you would make this all about me,” Astarion mused, “Nothing compares to knowing I can make you feel bliss, darling.”

He leaned in, pressed a kiss to the center of Sekh’s throat. Sekh tipped his head back, let his eyes fall shut as Astarion trailed down his throat, over his collarbone, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm. Sekh felt himself going tight, around Astarion’s cock, let out a moan as the vampire peppered his light kisses all over his chest, finding patches of freckles and seeming to want to kiss each one.

He pressed a bit harder, and Sekh’s body went tight, a warm shiver racing down his spine. Astarion smiled against his skin. “There we are,” he murmured, and Sekh knew he could feel the way his cunt clenched around him. He leaned back, his lips reddened from the sheer amount of kisses he’d peppered along Sekh’s skin.

Sometimes it felt strange to think that Astarion could touch him and so quickly bring him close to orgasm. Sometimes it was absolutely insane to realize that Astarion just knew what he liked, how to touch him. No one ever had, there had never been repeat lovers that Sekh had bedded enough to get to this point.

Sekh grasped the tub again, carefully lifting his hips, sliding himself up and then back down Astarion’s cock. Astarion kept his fingers on his clit, the hand on Sekh’s hip holding to help guide him, to keep him from moving too quickly.

The drow bent back over him, found Astarion’s mouth for the countless kiss of the night. Astarion melted under him, and Sekh felt his fingers trembling, his little sighs into the kiss. It was almost muted, when Astarion came- not the typical whines or guttural groans he gave, but just a relieved breath, against Sekh’s mouth. Sekh shifted to rolling his hips, guiding him through it, until Astarion seemed to be going lax, against the lip of the tub. Sekh settled in his lap, the vampire looking up at him with a dazed, almost drowsy smile.

“Now you,” he whispered, fingers moving quicker, rolling over the sensitive head of Sekh’s clit. The drow gave a breathy whine, his body loving that he still had Astarion’s cock inside him, that he could clench around him. The elf watched, as Sekh let his eyes drift shut, as he worried at his lip, feeling a warm buzzing drifting along his spine.

The orgasm was slow, in a relaxing way. Sekh breathed Astarion’s name, the pressure releasing in a warm wave of comfort through his body. He could feel Astarion’s eyes, watching him, taking in every detail. And when he finally glanced through his ginger lashes, those sanguine eyes were there to drink him in.

Sekh leaned forward, held onto the tub to keep steady, kissed Astarion in a warm, lazy way. Astarion moved both his hands to his hips, his back, held him gently as they dissolved into nothing but the soft, warm movements of their lips. By the time Sekh actually pulled back- without Astarion chasing him- the drow swore his lips were tingling.

“The water is getting cold,” he pointed out, and while Astarion seemed likely to try and convince him to stay regardless, the vampire released him. After all, if there was one thing Astarion disliked, it was the cold.

Sekh stood carefully, his legs feeling like liquid. He climbed out, and Astarion stood as well, following. The moment he was in the cool air, the vampire was frowning, and Sekh had to bite back a laugh, tossing a towel to him.

“Dry off and we can get in bed.”

Astarion was quick to listen, before he was lifting Sekh, tossing him over a shoulder barely a moment after the drow had blown the candles out. He carried him out of the bathroom, through the dark hallway to their bedroom, Sekh trying to keep from laughing.

Gods it was a blessing that Yenna could sleep through the world ending.

Astarion settled him on the bed, before he climbed over him, burrowing deep into the covers with a contented sigh. Sekh squirmed under himself, as Astarion tossed an arm around his waist, situated himself so he was sprawled on Sekh’s chest before the drow was even settled.

“Clingy much?” Sekh teased, as he got his arm around Astarion. The vampire said nothing, pressing up into his neck, seemingly trying to get closer still. And while Sekh was quite used to Astarion wanting to exist in his very bones, this was a bit much for even the vampire. “Starshine?”

Astarion said nothing for a long moment- so long in fact, that Sekh wondered if he had drifted to sleep. But finally he heard, “I just missed you, darling.”

Sekh smiled, the hand that was on Astarion’s back finding his still rain damp curls, toying with them. “Sweetheart we were apart a few hours.”

Astarion didn’t respond to that, and Sekh was content to let the matter rest- after all, he quite enjoyed when he got cuddly Astarion. But just as he himself was drifting, he heard Astarion whisper, “There was a couple, at Sharress’s Caress. At the bar, completely oblivious to the world around them. They just couldn’t take their eyes off each other.”

Sekh twirled a curl around one of his fingers.

“I used to be so annoyed when I would see people like that, when I was…” he paused, but Sekh could fill in the gap. When he was prowling for Cazador. “But tonight I just… smiled. I realized I knew exactly what they were feeling. I realized I knew what it was like to look at someone and forget the world exists, outside of them.”

Astarion shifted, and Sekh felt his foot tracing along one of his calves.

“I couldn’t wait to get home to you,” Astarion admitted, “I felt like a lovesick fool, and I sound like one. But… it’s rather enjoyable, if I’m honest.”

Sekh smiled to himself. “I’m glad being in love with me isn’t disagreeable to you.” Astarion huffed, but before he could try to roll away dramatically, Sekh held him firm, kept him in place. “I love you too, by the way. In case you forgot.”

And he felt Astarion smile, against his skin. “With you pet, I could never forget.”

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Missing Scenes - A Collection of Jinx, Silco, & Sevika One-Shots

Part 2 - Practice Makes Perfect, Unless You're Jinx, Then You're Already Perfect

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6

AO3 Link

Rating: Teen, mostly SFW (note my blog is not for minors)

Tags: Sevika, Silco, Jinx, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Good Parent Silco, Found Family, Father-Daughter Relationship, Humor, Jinx Needs a Hug, Silco Needs a Hug, Sevika Deserves a Raise, Young Jinx

Word count: 2k

Summary: A collection of one-shots set during the time-skip, mostly centered around Jinx growing up as Silco's adopted daughter. Many will likely involve Sevika, whether she likes it or not. Lots of awkward, funny, and good family feels.

Chapters will not necessarily be in chronological order, nor do they require that any other chapter be read for clarity.

AN: This has been posted on AO3 for quite some time. I'm just now getting around to posting it here.

Sevika leaned against the wall just outside the door to Silco's office, sneering down at little Jinx as she walked past her and into the office. Jinx tipped her head back out through the doorway to stick her tongue out at Sevika just before slamming the door behind her.

Jinx trotted over to Silco's desk where he sat in his chair, reviewing paperwork as usual. He set the stack down on the desk, turning his attention to Jinx.

"I know you've been a bit bored being cooped up in here lately and that got me thinking of ways to get you outside," Silco waved a finger around towards the rafters, drawing attention to the multiple doodles scribbled across the beams, an obvious reference to said boredom. "What skills do you have beyond creating explosives?"

"Uhm, well…" Jinx scanned the room as she tried to come up with an answer. "I'm great at drawing!" she exclaimed.

"That you are," Silco replied while eyeing his neon decorated ash tray sitting on the desk before him. "Although that's not quite what I was going for," Silco added flatly, but a tiny tug at the unscarred side of his mouth told Jinx he wasn't upset with her reply, but rather amused. "I was thinking more along the lines of combat skills. Skills that will give you an advantage when in danger," he clarified.

"Ooohhh," Jinx replied. Her eyes scanned the room again before they widened excitedly. "I have great aim with a gun!" She extended her arm, creating the shape of a pistol with her fingers and pretended to take aim at something behind Silco. "Bang!" she added theatrically as she pretended to pull the trigger.

Silco sat back in his chair, brows raised in surprise. "Really?" he replied, though not really doubting her claim. Leaning forward again, he rested his elbows on the desk and his chin on his entwined fingers, pondering.

"Yup!" Jinx replied with a curt nod, her blue braids bouncing. "I had several paint guns and I made a target practice rig for me and Mylo and…" She trailed off, her excitement suddenly fading into distress, her eyes threatening to fill with tears.

Recognizing the signs of what had been fairly frequent episodic breakdowns, Silco quickly intervened. "I bet you're a better shot than anyone here," he replied, giving her a little wink with his blue eye. When he could see a small smile return to her face at the compliment, he continued. "I think you should continue practicing… further perfect that skill," he suggested.

"Really?!" Jinx's mood took another huge swing, at least for the better this time. She bounced in place, clasping her hands together excitedly. "Maybe I can get my targets back up and running!"

Silco nodded. "I think that's a wonderful idea." He paused for a moment, as if contemplating what he was about to say next. "I think someone should accompany you though."

"Like… you?" Jinx questioned, but it sounded more like pleading.

Silco sighed, shaking his head. "I'm sorry Jinx, but not today. I have some important business to tend to."

Jinx's face fell sullen. "Ok," she mumbled, looking at the floor while gently kicking a foot into some imaginary object in front of her.

"I'll take you out for dinner tonight. How's that sound?" Silco offered in consolation.

"Yes! I get to choose where?!" Jinx exclaimed.

Silco nodded.

"But who will come with me to practice then?" Jinx questioned, clearly dreading the answer.

Just outside Silco's office Sevika stood absentmindedly picking at the stubby nails of her flesh hand, her mechanical hand resting against the door frame. She glanced down at Jinx as the door flung open and came stomping out, a sour expression on her face. Sevika smirked, as though enjoying seeing Jinx unhappy. After Jinx had stormed out of sight, Sevika made her way into Silco's office.

"What's her deal?" Sevika sneered as she took a seat on Silco's couch.

"Jinx needs to get out for a while. Get in some practice, hone in on her skills," Silco began matter-of-factly. It wasn't exactly an answer to Sevika's question, at least not yet. Sevika just quietly watched him, arms across her chest, a metal finger slowly tapping her other arm as she listened to him continue his explanation. "She says she's quite good with a gun, used to practice on some hand made targets. I told her she could continue, today, but that she'll need someone with her."

Sevika's tapping suddenly ceased. "Let me guess, that someone is me?" Had she not already worn an eternal look of utter loathing, she certainly would now. When Silco did not reply, she hastily stood, throwing her arms up in exasperation. "Why the hell does it have to be me? I don't use guns. I have nothing to offer her."

"I'm not expecting you to teach her anything, just keep an eye on her. I wouldn't trust her with anyone else," Silco replied.

"Fine," Sevika grumbled, apparently satisfied with the small stroke to her ego, or perhaps it was just that she understood it wasn't wise to argue with Silco.

Silco flicked a hand toward the door, dismissing Sevika before returning to his paperwork.

Down at the empty bar of the Last Drop, Jinx sat at one of the bar stools, swinging her dangling legs as they dangled. Her chin rested on her hands which were sprawled across the counter, still sulking over her assigned baby-sitter for the day.

"Let's get this over with," Sevika snarled as she passed behind Jinx, a freshly lit cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Jinx gave a loud harrumph as she slumped off her seat dramatically.

"I don't want to do this any more than you do, brat," Sevika pointed out as they both made their way outside.

"I don't understand why I even need to practice," Jinx whined, kicking a random piece of garbage lying in the middle of the street.

Sevika pulled her cigarette from her mouth, releasing a long plume of smoke as she spoke. "Haven't you ever heard the saying 'practice makes perfect'?"

Jinx rolled her eyes. "Yes, but Silco says I'm already perfect."

Sevika stopped in her tracks, glaring down at Jinx as she unknowingly walked right into her large backside.

"What?!" Jinx exclaimed, staring up at Sevika incredulously.

"You two make me sick," Sevika growled before taking another long drag of her cigarette and continuing down the barren street.

Jinx followed, this time putting more distance between them and mockingly sticking her tongue out at Sevika's back.

When they reached their destination, Jinx excitedly ran to her target practice rig, surprised that after nearly a year of abandonment it was still intact.

She reached across the counter to grab a large box, flipping the lid open to reveal several small guns and a plethora of brightly colored paintballs. "Yes!" she exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air triumphantly.

Sevika found a spot against the wall nearby to lean against, continuing to smoke what was left of her cigarette and glance around the room, looking rather bored and unimpressed.

Jinx hopped over the counter, grabbing two large cables from the floor and coupling them together. Her eyes lit excitedly as she spun around to watch the targets suddenly pop up, shapes of neon colored baddies making their way around the small room in what appeared to be a random pattern. She hopped back over the counter again and began filling two of the guns with the paint-filled ammo.

Just as Sevika was stomping out her finished cigarette, Jinx's little boots stepped into her peripheral. Jinx extended an arm, holding out one of the guns for Sevika.

"I don't use guns," Sevika grumbled.

"Why? Scared I'll do better than you?" Jinx taunted.

"How about we try fists instead?" Sevika retorted.

Jinx rolled her eyes. "You just don't want to get shown up by a kid."

"Give me the damn gun," Sevika snarled, snatching the gun from Jinx's hand. She stomped over to the counter in front of the targets and took aim. Jinx stood several feet behind, watching with a cocky little smile on her face.

“Fuck,” Sevika snarled as her first shot missing the target almost entirely. Jinx’s smile only grew in amusement. Sevika took another shot, this time hitting a target, but just barely. Sevika's grimace was replaced with her own cocky smile, but her victory was quickly squashed as her last several shots missed the targets. “Fucking waste of time,” she cursed as she tossed the empty gun across the counter, knocking the box of ammo to the floor behind the counter.

Jinx made no effort to hide her arrogant smile as she stepped up and aimed her gun. Sevika returned to lean against the wall, arms across her chest as she watched Jinx hit every single target dead on, with what looked to be no effort whatsoever. Jinx spun on her heels, flashing Sevika the most snotty little smile.

Sevika pushed herself off the wall and came to stand within inches of Jinx, towering over her threateningly. Jinx showed no signs of intimidation though, placing her hands on her hips defiantly. The two of them just glared at each other in silence for a moment. Sevika’s mechanical arm suddenly released a long blade at her side, causing Jinx to jump back. Dread fell over Jinx’s face, but only for a moment as she watched Sevika stride over to the counter and lift her blade, sweeping it across the targets in one long swift motion. Jinx watched in awe as the several targets nearest the counter were cleanly sliced through, the top halves falling to the floor in a clang.

“What the hell?!” Jinx exclaimed as she ran and jumped behind the counter to turn off the rig before more damage could occur.

Now it was Sevika’s turn to flash a snarky smile. "Where's that shit eating grin now?"

Silco sat in his desk chair, back to the door of his office as he gazed out the round green window, quietly enjoying a cigar in solitude. He spun in his chair when the door suddenly swung open and closed again with such force that the chain on his table lamp swung and clanked against the glass shade.

Jinx stormed in, fury on her little face as she stomped over to the couch at the side of the room and flopped down dramatically.

“What’s the matter, Jinx,” Silco asked coolly, releasing a puff of smoke before resting his cigar on the side of his decorated ashtray.

Though Jinx’s brows were furrowed in obvious anger, her eyes were starting to fill with tears. “Sevika broke my targets!” she hollered, but it fell somewhat flat as she choked on the last word.

“You out-performed her, didn’t you?” Silco asked knowingly as he stood from his seat and sauntered over to the couch to take a seat beside Jinx.

Jinx’s beady eyes looked up at Silco as she nodded, a tiny smile tugging at her lips. She sniffled, still trying to hold back the tears.

Silco patted Jinx’s head, gently ruffling her blue hair. “Sevika is just a sore loser,” he added.

“Yeah,” Jinx replied, scowl now fully replaced with a proud smirk.

“How about we get you some parts to make a new setup. I think we’ve got some room in the basement where you can put it. It will give you a place to continue experimenting with your other gadgetry as well.” Silco suggested.

Jinx beamed up at her adoptive father. “I would love that!” She threw her arms around him in a bear hug.

Silco gave Jinx a gentle pat on her back. “Alright. Run along, and I’ll come grab you later for dinner, just the two of us.”

“Okay,” Jinx replied, still grinning from ear-to-ear as she skipped out the door.

Next Chapter >

#arcane #jinx #silco #sevika #found family #arcane jinx #arcane silco #arcane sevika #powder #arcane powder #honey writes

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pumpkin-patch-cat · 2 years

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Moving on

(gn!MC x Unnamed Demon Brother)

*All good things must come to an end. That includes staying at the House of Lamentation.*

Just a domestic fluff one-shot I had been sitting on for some time. No warnings!

The academic years went by, graduation had come and gone, and the time came for you to choose.

Would you stay in the dorms? Or leave the campus to start some semblance of a life on your own? Whatever the case, you'd stay in The Devildom.

It was home.

When the idea of moving on first crossed your mind, it felt...odd. You've been on campus for so long now, you weren't sure you could make it without the daily intrusions or near constant bickering between the brothers.

And yet here you sat, in your new apartment loft not too far from Downtown Devildom. Away from the hustle and bustle, but still close enough for sheer convenience.

When you previously mentioned to Lucifer that you wished to vacate after graduation, he was mildly perplexed. You had everything you could need here in the dorms. Free room and board, food, a place to bathe, and wash clothes, entertainment, company, and protection. Why leave?

But then you went on to explain that sometimes less is more. And in this case, while you loved the brothers dearly, it was time for change; a place to truly call your own without being under the watchful eye of both he and Lord Diavolo 24/7.

The conversation dragged until both parties sat with dry mouths. And then you thought about it further.

"Lucifer...have you ever considered letting your brothers finally graduate and move out on their own?"

The question left the air heavy with silence.

To be honest, the thought had crossed the oldests mind once or twice, but only for a fleeting moment. He'd take one look at them and immediately shove the idea back into the darkest pit of his subconscious. No way they'd survive on their own. Their sins were much too strong, and if left unchecked, well, he'd rather not think of the consequences.

You continued, "Have you ever thought that maybe they act out because you keep them on such a short leash?"

"Come now, you've seen the destruction they're capable of."

"In a group, yes. And pardon me for being blunt, but babysitting grown men will not teach them to grow up, you know. They rely on you to clean up their mess. And end up repeating their offenses in the process. I think letting them off on their own would help them out." You shifted on your perch at the corner of his desk. Dubbed "your spot," you hoped you hadn't overstepped and permanently lost the space.

Lucifer looked thoughtful for a moment, eyeing the christmas themed family portrait of his brothers on his desk. He sighed, taking in the weight of your suggestion, and smirked from beyond his bang.

"You know, if you leave, I'm going to miss that spitfire attitude of yours; keeps me ungracciously on my toes." He dodged a paper ball aimed at his head in response.

"As if leaving is going to stop me from contacting you to keep you in line." You grinned. He chuckled and continued.

"Hmm. Yes, well, in regards to my siblings... I'll speak with them about it directly. You raise good points, but I need to know what they'd like to do as well..."

"That's fair"

"But back to you..." he slouched in his chair with crossed arms. "You seem pretty confident about the move on your own. Tell me, do you have an idea of where you'd like to live?"

From there, you prattled on about eyeing a few locations listed on AkuHomes in the heart of downtown, to which Lucifer quickly shot down since you chose the more affordable spots that sacrificed safety.

In the end, with Lucifer's help and Diavolo's gracious donation, your new apartment was paid up for a year, and you were free to do as you pleased.

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Prior to moving, the conversation that broke the news to the brothers that you would be leaving went as expected.

Pouting, crying, lots of questions, and even some well wishes despite the sadness.

"Can I help you pack??" "Are you sure you have to go?" "There's still time to back out" "I'm going to miss you so much!"

The questions and statements from the brothers buzzed in your head even after you promised them that you weren't far and would still visit often.

But that promise didn't sit well with the one brother you had become closest with, hence the reason he sat beside you in your new apartment, helping you unpack his things alongside your own.

"I'm still surprised you were allowed to leave the HoL" you grin at the demon, blissful that they chose to accompany you, knowing their life would change drastically.

"Leaving me behind wasn't an option I was willing to accept, is all. I would have found a way regardless, MC." They shrug and smile, pulling you into a tight embrace that spoke volumes. An embrace that reminds you that they would always be by your side so long as you would have them.

With a content sigh, you squeeze them back tighter. "And I'd have it no other way..."

An embrace that said this was the start of your new lives together.

#obey me #obey me!#lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #obey me oneshot

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moxiepoxy · 1 year

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Day 2 - First Time

.:Written for MiyanoWeek2023:.

First Flight, "Icarus" AU - snippet from future fic, "Wings That Can't Fly"

Rating: T

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There were many "first times" that Sasaki could remember having with Miyano.

Like the first time he was saved by him. How someone deemed as "royalty" stopped to help him. Sasaki had been wounded beyond repair, and yet this princely figure healed him using the rare gifts he was blessed with. His smile was the thing that captured him the most, and from then on, Sasaki vowed to devote his life to him.

The first time they officially met was underneath the pergola with the blooming flowers and fairy lights. He swore to protect him, and Miyano accepted. Though, Sasaki hadn't realized what that protection entailed.

The first time he had to fulfill his sworn duty was at sunset, when all the clouds were made of fiery reds and oranges. Miyano was crouched and shielding himself with his arms from the many blows aimed at him. An angry mob that targeted the young man, and Sasaki quickly put a stop to it. Miyano thanked him, but it wasn't nearly as much as the younger had already done for him.

Then, there was the first time he saw his paintings. How seemingly alive they were. Wings of all different types drawn across canvases in startling colors that were vibrant and bold. Each set was unique. Each carefully crafted feather was for a purpose that Sasaki couldn't fathom.

He was good. Too good. For these wings that Miyano lovingly crafted were not just pieces of art. They were made real in the forms of winged beings in the sky. Humans turned into angels.

Sasaki knew this well because he became one of those beings. His wings given by the one he sworn to protect.

"They suit you." Miyano was happy when he saw them extend from his back. They towered over them in a flurry of golden and red feathers. "Like a phoenix." He praised, and Sasaki wanted to cry.

The first time he found out the truth behind Miyano's strange powers, he was furious. The king only used him to create more winged humans for his army, and Miyano, "Icarus" became a caged bird.

The first time Sasaki set him free, he got to see them. Miyano's wings were unlike any of the others he created. The feathers were softer, yet took on all the colors of the rainbow—of the universe. They were mesmerizing to watch as he flew higher and higher. Those eyes he loved so much were bright and sparkling in the sunlight, and his face happier than he'd ever seen him.

The first time had been the last time because "Icarus," Miyano, fell. The sun tore through those beautiful wings in a fiery blaze, and the feathers fell as embers into the sea below. Sasaki saved him from meeting the same fate, and as Miyano cried out at the loss of his one dream, Sasaki vowed that they would fly together someday. Where no sun could hinder them. When no king could control them. His love for him would continue to hold them together.

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#miyano week 2023 #ssmy drabbles #ssmy one-shot #fanfiction #writing #sasamiya #ssmy #ssmy fanfiction #sasaki and miyano #sasaki to miyano #icarus inspired

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yutahoes · 3 years

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Thinking of You

for Gallery Taeyong collab by the lovely B (@alreadyblondenow)

pairing: Yuta Nakamoto x female Reader x Lee Taeyong

word count: 16k words

genre: fluff, angst, smut

warnings: smut - kissing, fondling, marking, fingering, virgin sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mentioned kitchen sex, mentioned balcony sex, rough sex, oral sex (female receiving), couch sex, riding; domestic abuse - bruises, wounds; alcohol consumption; character death; cheating; curse words (if I miss anything, please let me know)

First love never dies. But what if he does? Will you move on to another love?

"Because when I am with him, I am thinking of you." -Katy Perry

Inspired by the painting 'The Farewell of Telemachus and Eucharis' by Jacques Louis David.

I. The Prince and the Knight

Being the only daughter of a diplomat has its pros and cons. That was what you realized even at a young age.

Pros, you can always get anything you want: toys, dresses, shoes, a pony. And your parents adore you so much. Cons, too much of their attention were given that it's suffocating you. And that, your family had to transfer homes multiple times for the patriarch’s job.

Hence, you grew up lonely. Playing only with the maids, your mom and dad, or the pony given to you.

You wanted friends. You needed friends.

And that's when they came into your life. As well as the promise that you wouldn't move homes again.

It was one of those fancy parties that the matriarch of the household hosted when you first saw them in the garden, playing with their phones. "You suck, Lee Taeyong! Why did you let us lose? You are so stupid!" The profanities in just those simple words startled you that piqued your curiosity.

The other kid, who was pretty calm unlike the other one, was the one who noticed you approaching them. "Hi. Do you wanna play with us?" He asked while showing a toothy grin. He's handsome. Like those fairytale princes in the books that your mom would always read during bedtime.

"Oh come on, why would we play with her? She's a girl!" The other exclaimed that made you roll your eyes at him. Why is he so mean? But like the other guy, he looks handsome as well. Are they brothers? Twins? The guy scoffed before returning to the games on his phone. "Lee Taeyong, focus on the game!"

The other guy referred to as Taeyong asked you to take the seat next to him, sharing his phone and teaching you how the game works. You were just focused on aiming a shot at anyone who comes near you, killing them with the gun the avatar is using. A chuckle can be heard from beside you, followed by groans from the guy in front of the two of you as the large words 'You won' were shown on the screen. "See Yuta, she's pretty good in this game."

Did you win the game? So the other guy lost? The guy beside you smiled warmly when you returned the phone to him, "I'm Lee Taeyong and that's Yuta Nakamoto." He gestured at the guy who was still staring at his phone in disbelief. They’re not brothers? But then, staring at the two of them, they look different. "What's your name?"

"I'm Y/N." You introduced in a soft voice. "I'll be in fourth grade when the school starts."

Taeyong looked surprised, even claiming that he and Yuta were the same. The prince-like guy lend a hand for you to shake and it made you smile, realizing that he just became your first same-aged friend. The other guy, Yuta, was forced to shake your hand which made you pout. Maybe you can’t be friends with him.

But that was wrong. The three of you had become inseparable. Yuta is the rough boy who always teases you for being such a girl while Taeyong is the sweet one who would always tell you to not let the other guy's words get in your head. Because of your closeness to the two, you were labeled as a two-timer in sixth grade that startled you.

"Who is your boyfriend, Y/N?" One girl asked in a screeching voice. You answered a ‘no one’ and were about to leave the homeroom when you felt someone hold your hair. "I'm not yet done, slut." That was a new word. Something that you only heard from her.

Another hand held the wrist of the person holding your hair. "Stop before you embarrass yourself.” It was Yuta’s voice and he was staring at the girl in anger. The girl let go of your hair, staring at Yuta in fright. You have to agree, he does look scary looking at her like that. But why? His hold on her was too tight that you had to hold his arm to stop him. He lightly stared at you before holding your hand and dragging you outside the homeroom.

Now, you’re more scared of him than of the girl. Why is he so angry? And why does he look so handsome like this? “What happened?” He let go of you, handing your bag to Taeyong without any words. “What happened? Why is he so angry?” You shrugged, you also don’t know. You were confused at how he acted. You should be scared of him, but why is your heart beating fast?

On your birthday, your dad gifted you a small treehouse. He even calls it your very own palace, your own sanctuary. Your mom teased you on who to bring in the small palace that made you smile, "You can bring a prince in your palace." But you learned from fairytales that not all princesses are saved by princes.

Yuta was just laughing at how ridiculous your treehouse is. "You are so spoiled." Taeyong laughed. "All these fairytale fascinations of yours.” He said while shaking his head and you rolled your eyes at that, sitting at the mattress in the middle of the small space. “Is this your kingdom, your royal highness?" He teased while doing a curtsy. "And who is your prince?"

"Lee Taeyong." The mentioned guy grinned at that. "And you are my knight."

"I want to be your day though." You slammed Yuta with the pink pillow, Taeyong laughing at the two of you.

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"Where's my chocolate?" Yuta asked during lunch that startled you. What? "You gave Lee Taeyong one. What about me?" You put down the book you were reading to look at him. Why does he need to ask you for one when he can get a lot from his fangirls? "My chocolate."

Among the two of your friends, Yuta had picked up popularity from the female population of your highschool. Unlike Taeyong who is usually alone in the broadcasting room, Yuta is the sporty type that everyone adores. He has grown handsome, you have to admit, and the bad boy aura suits him well. "You hated sweets."

"I do." You rolled your eyes at him but he just smiled. That smile. The smile that makes you weak in your knees. "But it's Valentines and I love you." Your head whipped to look at him. What did he say? "...your cooking." Oh. You went back to your book, sighing. "So give me my chocolate."

"I'm sorry. I didn't make you one." You confessed, hiding your face in the pages of the book. Why are you suddenly so embarrassed by him? "You'll get a lot and would just give Taeyong all the sweets so I skipped you this year." You always give them chocolates each year but Yuta would just end up giving all the chocolates he received to Taeyong. You always wondered if one of your chocolates were on that pile so you honestly didn't bother giving him one this year. That would save you time and things to think about.

Yuta took the book you're reading, eyeing it for a while then wincing at the words. "You're into Greek Mythology now?" You started picking up Odyssey to read. He had always teased you to grow up from reading fairy tales so you tried to take something remotely similar. "You owe me a tteokbokki."

You just nodded, asking him to give back your book. "I'll tell Taeyong to pay for us." He just nodded but didn't return the book that made you shout at him. He went out of the cafeteria which made you annoyed. That guy.

After your class for the day, you watched as Yuta lightly glanced at Taeyong who immediately took his things. "I have a council meeting. You two should go without me." He then tapped Yuta's shoulder before hurriedly running out of the homeroom. Weird, you thought, the other council members who were in the same class aren't rushing out. But Yuta already asked you to leave, carrying your lavender bag.

Instead of the usual tteokbokki stall where you hang out after class, Yuta had dragged you to a classy restaurant since he claimed that he hadn't eaten lunch. It's Valentine's Day. The restaurant should be full but to your surprise, he secured a table by the far corner. The restaurant has a classy vibe that makes you in awe. It looks like those restaurants that you went to in Paris with your mom before. "This place is really pretty," you mumbled, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling. Yuta nodded, drinking his water then breathing hard. "Hey, are you alright?" Again, he nodded. "You're sweating."

Why is he being like this? This is so out of character for Yuta. He's always so confident but today he looked really nervous. Is it because he's paying for the meal? And with the interior of the restaurant, food wouldn't be cheap. You can share the bill with him. It's no big deal.

“You owe me a chocolate for this.” Once again, you rolled your eyes at that even explaining that he won’t even eat the chocolate and just give it to Taeyong. “Not yours.” You stared in surprise. “I always give Taeyong the other chocolates just to get the chocolate you gave him.”

“What? Why?”

He gulped hard before staring at you. "I guess I really have to tell you now." Yuta had always been a serious guy but he had never been this serious before. Wait, you remembered, that time in sixth grade. "Y/N." He called your name softly, "I like you."

Did you hear him correctly? He likes you? Nakamoto Yuta? “I want to be beside you all the time, not just a friend but something more than that.” You gasped at that. What? "I don't want to pressure you, Y/N. This is my feelings, I just want you to know." He said with a smile. "You don't have to answer me. I just hope nothing changes between us."

Wait, woah. Hold up! Yuta? The Nakamoto Yuta? The popular guy? Likes you? You? That is too much that your brain can handle. You don't even know if you like him the same way as he likes you. But you're friends. And that might change because of this confession.

So in the end, although you don't want to, things became really awkward between the two of you.

It's not like you're avoiding him but as much as possible, you don't want to be alone with just him. And since he's the second person closest to you, Taeyong had no choice but to spend time with you. "He confessed, didn't he?" Your eyes widened in surprise then sipped the strawberry milkshake, making the guy laugh. "I thought you like Yuta."

"I don't!"

"Even if you have heart eyes whenever you look at him?" He stated which made you pout. Do you? "I'm not stupid, Y/N. You look at him in admiration and you're jealous of all his fangirls." You're not. "That's why you didn't give him the chocolate." You had to glare at the guy laughing across you. When did Taeyong become such a love expert? “I mean, what can go wrong? His parents like you. Heaven and hell will rumble if you two don’t end up with each other.”

You had to sigh at that. He makes perfect sense. But is Taeyong really alright with everything? He’s not scared that he might be an outcast if you start a relationship with Yuta? “Besides,” Taeyong continued. His voice was softer now, audible enough to pass off as a whisper. “You might help stop the beatings.”

That made you stare at him in surprise. Everyone knew how strict Yuta's dad was, especially since he is the only son from a military family. He had obligations to keep and you hated how conservative his family is. There are times when he would just go to the treehouse, your secret place as what you called it, full of bruises on his arms and wounds on his pretty face. Yet you cannot do anything.

Although suffocated, Yuta doesn’t want you or Taeyong to be involved in this. Even if you let your parents know about what happens to him, they cannot do anything to stop his dad. And it always frustrated you.

Maybe this feeling grew because you feel bad for him or is it because of the fact that Yuta still protects you even if he's always hurting inside. Like a knight. Your knight in shining armor. If Yuta is beside you, always next to you, everything will be alright.

“If you and Yuta end up together, please don’t act all lovey-dovey in front of me. I might just strangle you both.” You giggled, thanking Taeyong for his suggestion. “Anything for the two of you, Y/N.”

II. First Love

“I told you not to call her.” Yuta revolted and Taeyong sighed, watching as you entered the treehouse with teary eyes. His face is full of purple bruises, there’s a cut on his lip, and he looks so weak lying down on the bed. The tears fell automatically, this has got to stop. Someone had to do something to save Yuta or he might just die.

Taeyong took the first aid kit, standing up to give you some room. “Can you stop crying? Yuta is the one beaten up, not you.” Yuta shushed him but you just kept on crying some more. “Such a crybaby.” He teased before taking a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping your tears with it. “I’ll leave the two of you and come back in the morning. Can you make her stop crying?” The older guy asked and Yuta laughed, nodding at him.

“What happened?” You choked on a sob then wiped your tears. Yuta answered that it was a typical night. His dad is drunk once again. It annoyed you at how nonchalant he said those things as if he’s used to it. You hated this, he really is used to getting beaten like this.

The guy smiled, that angelic smile in contrast to his bruised eyes and lips, reaching out to hold your now damp cheek. “I’m fine. Don’t waste your tears on me.” You lightly punched his arm and he groaned, a large purple bruise can be seen on the spot you just touched. He chuckled, shaking his head when you look at him in worry. “I swear I’m fine now. You’re here now.”

“How can you say those words effortlessly?” Yuta just chuckled, tapping the space beside him to let you on the bed which you complied to. You were just staring at him, his eyes on you. He looked so beaten up, worse than the other times. You reached out to touch his swollen cheek then trailed your finger to the wound on the side of his lips. How can someone just ruin this pretty face? The guy gulped, “Can you stop that? I might do things I’ll regret.”

“Like what?” He smiled before leaning in, placing a small kiss on your lips. You could feel the softness of his lips and his warmth on that simple peck. He licked his lips, smiling widely when he leaned back on the bed. "Did you regret it?” Yuta chuckled while shaking his head. This time, it was you who leaned in to kiss him. It's now or never. Taeyong might be right, you might stop this. “I like you, Yuta.”

The guy grinned before pulling you close, wrapping you in his arms. “Are you serious?” You had to nod, giggling at that. “I love you, Y/N.” It startled you. He loves you? Already? "As long as you're here with me, I don't need anyone else Y/N." He leaned in to kiss you once again, parting your lips with his while sucking on your bottom lip. He tasted sweet, his lips feeling so soft that it clouded your mind.

A sound can be heard that made the two of you whip your heads to the source, breaking the sweet lip to lip action. The door was closed, nothing weird. “Maybe it’s the wind,” Yuta claimed, still holding you close. It may be. But why are you scared anyways? It’s not like you're doing something illegal. “Stay with me tonight.” He asked with a smile, making you nod. “Can you tell me about the book you were reading?” He reasoned out that he really liked your voice and loved it when you tell him stories so you did, lying in his arms.

No one was against the two of you dating. Your parents even thought that it is meant to be and his mom loved the idea of her son getting much love from you. If Taeyong thought that everything will change once you and Yuta start dating then he’s dead wrong about that. He’s still the third wheel that you always had to feel bad for him yet he doesn’t want you to introduce him to some of your female friends even if you beg him.

Because of your profound love for classical art, you took a course in arts. Taeyong and Yuta both took Business Administration to take care of their family company. Other students would often tease you that it was really the two of them who were dating since they’re so inseparable. At first, you were so pissed off by it and Yuta would always tease that he might really be falling for Taeyong. But as time grows by, with your boyfriend giving you everything you wished for in a relationship, you would just shrug about it. You’re with both Yuta, your boyfriend, and Taeyong, your best friend, what could go wrong?

If there is one thing that fairytales had taught you, it is to always be careful of what you wished for. The last year of college is the most hectic of it all that it became so hard to meet up with both Yuta and Taeyong who belong to a different department as you. It was another one night when your boyfriend called you, asking to meet him in the treehouse and if you can spend the night with him. It made you nervous. He’s always like this when he got beaten up. And you thought it just stopped.

He was lying on the bed, the same way he did the night you confessed to him. There was a cut on his cheek, a bruise on his eye. "Please don't cry again." He immediately said in a soft voice.

Unlike other times, the wounds are fresh. There's also no sign that Taeyong had been here. "I'll call Tae..."

But you felt Yuta hug your waist, pulling you closer to him. "I can't do this anymore, Y/N." You felt the fabric of your blouse get wet, Yuta is crying. "I'm scared to be like him." He sobbed.

You kneeled to see his face, holding his warm cheeks while wiping the tears with his thumb. This was the first time you saw him crying, the first time you saw the pain in his eyes. And it broke you. Yuta would always smile whenever he got beaten up, always saying that he's fine and it's nothing to worry about. Taeyong would always tease him for being such a masochist. But you understood it all now.

He's not scared of getting hurt. He’s not scared of dying in his father’s hands. He's scared of becoming the same person as his dad. "You won't, Yuta." You whispered. "I won't ever let you be that person." You smile to fight the tears that wanted to escape. Yuta is always your protector, the knight who always saves the damsel in distress. You doubt Yuta would hurt someone. He’s a knight. He wouldn’t be a monster.

He asked you to sit on his lap, his hand resting on your back while the other was placed on your thigh. "I found out today that I have a different dad." Your eyes widened at the revelation. What? A different dad? "Mom was pregnant when dad…" He stopped then rubbed your back as if finding comfort in that simple contact. "When he married her."

"Is that why he's doing this?" Yuta nodded. Still, how can he do this to him? Even if Yuta isn't his son, how can he not love him? Your dad, even Taeyong's dad, adored Yuta. So why can't he?

The guy trailed his hand up your thigh, pulling you closer if possible. "I plan to look for my dad." He said in a soft voice. "Maybe this is my chance to escape him."

"Where?" He answered Ireland that earned a gasp from you. "Do you want me to come with you?"

Your boyfriend shook his head. "This is a suicide mission, love. I don't even know if I can find him." Then why can't you go with him? Can Taeyong join him instead? That would make you at ease with this. "You'll wait for me, right?"

Yuta had always been the reckless one out of the three of you and that’s what made you admire him more. He does things his own way and whatever happens, he would just say that he didn’t have any regrets. So why can’t you trust his decision? This is for himself. For him to get away from his abusive father. "However long it takes, Yuta." He grinned before leaning in to capture your lips in his.

Unlike the earlier kisses, this feels needy. He sucked your bottom lip which made you moan as his hand traveled north on your thigh. Yuta slipped his tongue inside your mouth, hand reaching the hem on your skirt and you lightly pushed him in surprise. "Yuta…"

"I'm sorry," he said with a lot of worry on his face. "I got carried away. I'm sorry."

Yet it didn't feel wrong. And you’re craving for more. "I love you, Yuta." He repeated the same three words, hovering his lips on yours. A tingling feeling that made your heart stammer hard in your chest. "Touch me," you whispered against his lip. His eyes widened in surprise and you smiled while your right hand trailed on his arm as the left one traveled on his chest. "Take me, Yuta. A parting gift. Something that I wished you would come back to."

He kissed you once again, softer but full of love and emotions. "Your dad is going to kill me." He whispered but placed a soft kiss on your cheek. "Are you sure about this?" You giggled while nodding, hand slipping inside his shirt to help him remove it. "Y/N, I love you." He said softly as he started removing the buttons of your blouse, lips attacking your neck that earned a moan from you. "I love you." He whispered against the skin of your shoulder as he successfully removed your shirt, leaving you in your black brassiere.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He whispered against your skin, licking your neck down to the mounds of your clothed breasts. His hand went inside your skirt, fingers touching the wetness of the fabric as another moan escaped your mouth. “Please tell me you want this, Y/N.” His eyes were burning on you, hesitance is written on his face.

“I want this, Yuta.” You said in a soft voice that it came out as a whisper, “Please.”

Your brassiere was removed immediately, discarded on the ground along with the blouse. Yuta gently laid you to the duvet as he removed his shirt, revealing his lean body that made you gulp. He plays soccer so you thought he’s pretty athletic but not to the extent that his body looks amazing, faint bruises and scars adding to the wonder of his body. His lips started kissing your skin again, his hand cupping your breast. “Yuta.” You moaned as his thumb played with your nipple, tongue licking your collarbone. Another moan escaped your lips when he took the nipple in his mouth, tongue playing with the erect nub as his finger touched the other. It felt good, real good. A new sensation that only Yuta can offer you.

His mouth alternated with his finger, giving attention to your other breast that made you heave. The kisses went down to the skin of your stomach, taking time in kissing every inch of skin. “I love you, Y/N,” Yuta whispered, smiling at you. He raised himself to give you a small peck on your lips, holding both your hands as he rubbed his nose against yours. “Let me ask you again, are you sure about this?”

You giggled, “Yes, Yuta. I’m sure.” His lips were on yours again, sucking on your bottom lip which made you smile. You felt his hand under your skirt, touching the bare skin of your thigh. A whimper escaped your lips when you felt his fingers on your sensitive core and he took this chance to slip his tongue inside your mouth. Your back arched as he inserted a finger inside you. Both your hands held on his shoulder as your body felt like it’s in fire.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He whispered as he inserted another finger that earned a scream from you. He started curling his fingers inside you as you bucked your hip at the sensation. He kept on apologizing, kissing you, and even playing with your nipples to ease your feeling. He inserted another finger and you yelp in pain that made him look at you in concern, “Should I stop?”

You shook your head. It’s painful but it’s an addicting pain that you can’t even describe. “It feels good, Yuta.” You were breathless as he kept sliding his fingers in and out of you. Your fingers dig on his arms, scratching the skin that earned grunts from him. "Please." Your body shook as an orgasm washed over you. "That's so…"

“God, I want you so bad but I don’t have condoms and your dad…” You giggled at his ramblings, pushing him close to kiss him on his mouth. “I love you.”

“And I do too.” You said in a whisper, feeling his heartbeat against yours. “Take me Yuta.” He didn’t need to ask again as he kissed your mouth, touching your skin. The burning feeling is back in every spot he came in contact with, whispers of apologies and ‘I love you’ warming up your heart. He laced his fingers on you, holding you tight as he entered you. A ripping pain made you scream but he held you tight, assuring you that he’s here for you. And you wished time would just stop or slow down when you’re together.

Your naked bodies were wrapped with the small blanket, your fingers tracing circles on his exposed chest as he held you in his arms. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” Yuta asked which made you smile. You just wanted to savor this moment with him, not wanting to close your eyes even for a second, scared that he might just leave. He bopped your nose that made you giggle. “Are you hurt?” You shook your head then nuzzled your head on his chest in embarrassment. Your parents are going to kill you for sleeping with Yuta before getting married. The thought made you smile, will you even get married to him?

“If you’re not going to sleep, can you just read me a book?” he asked that made you nod. He stretched his arm to get a book on the pile of things beside the duvet. And it startled you that it was the French book you thought you lost. You read the title, ‘Les Aventures de Telemaque’, and Yuta stared at you with a smirk on his face. “That’s hot.” You giggled then read to him, even translating some of the words for him.

His hands were caressing your hair as you read the story of Telemachus for him, sharing how he traveled to find his dad and how he was shipwrecked on Calypso’s Island and met the girl he passionately loved. “Why is this making me sad?” You whispered, dropping the book to the duvet as you turn your body that you’re lying stomach flat on the mattress. “What if I become the same as Eucharis?” It annoyed you that the story is somewhat related to the two of you. Did he specifically pick this story to tell you something?

Yuta laughed then brushed a strand of hair behind your ear as he kissed your forehead. “I promise you I’ll come back to you. We’ll get married, open your art museum, and we’ll have a child who looks exactly like you.” You smiled at that. He said so himself, you two will get married. Nothing would go wrong, you’re sure of that.

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The door opened with a loud thud that made you open your eyes in surprise. It’s morning already? Taeyong was standing by the doorway, staring at the two of you and looking like a deer caught in headlights. He turned around with a sigh. “Y/N, your dad is looking for you.” Oh shit! You pulled up the blanket to cover the exposed skin below your collarbones. “Get dressed. I’ll wait for you outside.”

You immediately stood up when Taeyong went out of the door, locating all your clothes that were discarded last night. Yuta chuckled, standing up in his naked glory then hugging you from the back. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too Yuta.” He kissed the side of your neck, tickling you. “Let me dress up so dad wouldn’t get mad.” The guy nodded, even helping you look for your bra and helping you by hooking it on the back. Yuta was still topless when he walked you out of the door, hands thread together that made the other guy stare. “I’ll see you later?” Yuta nodded that made you smile. You pulled out from his hold on your hands but he pulled you close, kissing you once again.

Taeyong rolled his eyes, stepping down the threshold of the treehouse, and started kicking the dirt while muttering words under his breath. You tried to hold his arm as you walk back to your house but he stepped away from you as if disgusted. “You and Yuta really had sex?” You glared at him. Is that why he looked so disgusted? “Please tell me you used protection.”

You shook your head and he sighed as if really frustrated by you. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m just scared that he wouldn’t come back to me.” He looked startled at what you said, even asking where he is going. “He’s going to look for his dad. You didn’t know?”

Just three days after Yuta told you his plan, he was already taking his flight to Ireland. Yuta’s mom is there to send him to Ireland, along with you and Taeyong. After saying goodbye to her son, she left with Taeyong’s dad to say your goodbyes alone to him. Taeyong was still annoyed that he found out about it from you at first and even repeatedly asked Yuta if he wanted him to come which the latter rejected. “I wish I can take your place and find your dad for you.” But Yuta laughed, shaking his head. This is something you knew he must do. "Take care, Yuta."

He gave Taeyong a brotherly hug. “Take care of Y/N while I’m away. Make sure she doesn’t look at other guys.” You glared at him, wiping the tears from your eyes as Taeyong scoffed, joking that he’ll remove your eyes if you look at another guy. “Come here, my crybaby.” You rolled your eyes at that but tears started falling when he held you in his arms, threading his fingers on your hair. He whispered his promises in your ear, making sure that you remember every word of it.

Yuta gave a small wave as he disappeared from the gates of the airport. Taeyong pulled you closer, letting you cry in his arms. The first time you did so.

Yuta never failed to call each night, making sure that it was his voice you could hear before going to sleep. Whenever you would ask him what happened in Ireland, he would change the topic so you didn't ponder much about it. The initial plan of him coming back on your graduation day was scrapped because he had some important matters to attend to. And for the first time, you were angry at Yuta.

It was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of your life, graduating college. But you’re not in a mood even if your friends and your parents are here to celebrate with you, your boyfriend isn’t even here which is his promise. A bouquet of Eucharis lilies appeared in front of you, blocking your view. He didn’t break his promise. "Yuta told me to get you this. Stop sulking, sorry it was late." You stared at Taeyong in disappointment but he just grinned at you. “At least he didn’t forget.” He bopped your nose, something that Yuta habitually does to you. “Cheer up! Let’s just kill him when he gets back.” You grinned. Maybe you will.

Since Yuta isn’t in the country, it was Taeyong who acted as your date for the graduation ball. He didn’t want to come, you knew that, especially since his graduation will happen tomorrow but he promised Yuta that you wouldn’t look at other guys so he claimed that he came to guard you. The girls in your class were looking at him in awe but you noticed that he never even look at them, only at you. He’s taking this guarding too much. Once you slipped out of his sight, you went to the balcony to get some fresh air and escape the noise inside. You tried to call Yuta but his phone isn’t even ringing. Weird, but maybe he’s too busy.

"It's cold. Why are you here?" You turned to see Taeyong. You smiled then sipped some wine from the glass you’re holding. He removed his coat then put it around you. That scent. Is he using the same cologne as Yuta? "You still have to attend my graduation tomorrow. Don’t get drunk."

"I know." You finished the wine in your glass, placing it above the ledge of the balcony. "I'm sorry, Taeyong. If Yuta was here, you don't have to take care of me."

The guy had to step forward, closing the distance between the two of you. "I'm sorry, Y/N." He whispered but before you could even ask why Taeyong leaned in to kiss you. The shock made you dizzy and you tried to stop him by pushing his shoulder but he held your wrist, kissing you forcefully. You tried to push him again with your small stature then slapped his cheek. What the hell? "I'm sorry, Y/N." Taeyong only whispered as you run away from him.

All night, you’ve been calling Yuta’s phone. Your head was clouded with all the wrong thoughts. Why did Taeyong kiss you? What should you tell Yuta? But you can’t even reach him. Why now? When you needed him most. Then there’s Taeyong who messaged you a simple ‘I’m sorry’ that only annoyed you. Why? He knows about you and Yuta. Why would he even do that?

You had to tell your parents that you were sick just to not attend his graduation ceremony. You can’t see him now. You haven’t told Yuta what happened, it will just feel wrong to talk to Taeyong. But you knew you cannot escape him, especially when his parents hosted a dinner to congratulate you both. You refused to look at him and Taeyong just remained quiet the whole night, both your parents not saying something about the obvious awkwardness.

Yuta never called that pissed you even more, you even left messages but he never replied to any of it. And you can’t even ask Taeyong if he can keep hold of Yuta because of what happened. “Y/N,” you were startled when Taeyong woke you up one day. Why is he here? Who let him inside? But what startled you more is seeing the distress in his features. “Let’s go to Ireland.” He bit his lip as you reached out for him, he looks like he's going to cry.

“Why? Did something happen?” Yuta. Did something happen to him?

He showed a piece of paper, a letter from the embassy of Ireland addressed to Yuta’s mom. You just suddenly woke up and your sight is still blurry but you can clearly understand what was written on that piece of paper. A traffic accident. And his ashes are waiting. The paper started getting more blurry as tears started falling from your eyes, repeatedly reading the words to see if what you read was a mistake. He's gone? Yuta's dead? Is that why he never called again? “Auntie wants us to go with her. I talked to your parents, your mom is coming with us.” He said curtly then stood up from your bed. “I’ll ask my dad to pick you up and auntie later.” You called for his name but he was already out of the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

This must be a joke. A sick joke. Yuta can’t be dead. Those were the words repeating in your mind as you reach Dublin. This has always been your dream destination, especially when your boyfriend started telling you how pretty the city is. But now, it just feels so gloomy that you can't even appreciate it. Yuta's mom broke down in front of an urn with his name written on it, Taeyong kneeled down beside her as your mom held your hands tight. No, Yuta can't be dead. This is just a bad dream.

But it’s not. The police reports are clear, they even got Yuta's things in the car he was in. His mom wanted to give a proper burial for him, even asking Taeyong if he can be in charge and deliver Yuta's ashes since he’s the closest to a brother, but the other guy declined.

The two older women were already asleep, ready for the flight back the next day, but you cannot sleep. You were angry at Yuta when you last talked on the phone for not attending your graduation, hating him more for not calling back when you badly needed someone to talk to. You didn’t even say goodbye to him that made your heart hurt. You saw the light from the balcony and suddenly thought about Taeyong. How is he?

You spot him on the balcony of the hotel room, drinking beer and crushing the empty can before hissing to himself. "You've drunk a lot. It's enough, Yong." You told him, sitting on the vacant chair next to him. He sighed as you started putting the crushed cans on a plastic bag. The silence is awkward, deafening, to say the least. This was never a scenario with you and Taeyong. You talk to him about everything and Yuta would look at the two of you as if you're two weird people. Now, no one is going to look at the two of you like that.

"Should I do what auntie wants?" Taeyong asked in a soft voice. You stared at him in confusion then remembered the task she wanted him to do. "Do you think Yuta wants me to do it?" There's no one who can do it but him. When Yuta's mom said that Taeyong is like her son's brother, you saw hurt flash in Taeyong's eyes. They had been together since they're in diapers that you always feel bad whenever you realize that they had more history than you did with Yuta. He must be feeling worse than you are. "I don't know what to do, Y/N." Tears fell on his cheeks. The first time you saw Taeyong crying.

"Yong," you called softly, sitting beside him then wrapped your arms around his body. And he sobbed, in your arms, like a little child. It must have been really hard for him. If you feel empty without Yuta, Taeyong might be feeling worse. He loved him first. And now, he's gone. It must have broke him.

You had to persuade Taeyong to take the responsibility of bringing Yuta's ashes when you came back to Korea. For the second time, you cried in Taeyong's arms because of Yuta.

Every day you had to wake up in cold sweats, repeatedly telling yourself that it was all a bad nightmare. That one day Yuta will be back and you will feel his warmth once again. But it's not. Yuta wouldn't come back. And it hurts more that you didn't even say goodbye or tell him that you love him so much. A lot of times, you were thinking of following Yuta and maybe, just maybe, the two of you will be happy together somewhere.

A knock on the door disturbed your crying, it must be your mom or the maids once again. "Y/N." It was a male voice. Yuta. He's back. Hurriedly, you opened the door but was startled when it was Taeyong standing outside. "I bought sushi." He stopped when you hugged him tightly, the front of his shirt getting wet with tears. "Y/N." he called softly, his large hand caressing your hair. "You have to eat. Please." You saw how tired Taeyong looked, how hurt he was. It wasn't just you who was having a hard time. You’re making it hard for everyone.

You desperately try to move on with your life, pretending that Yuta Nakamoto didn't exist. But everything reminds you of him. It's been months and you saw how frustrated they are over your mourning. Once, his mom invited your family over for dinner with the announcement that they will move abroad to cope up with losing Yuta. You can't help but be angry at them, especially his stepdad who abused him all these times and the reason why he left. If he did not do it, Yuta is still here, with them. Taeyong had to hold your clenched fist from under the table, shaking his head at you.

Before leaving the country, his parents gave you a small bag filled with Yuta's things that were found in his car. Instead of opening it at home, you went to the treehouse for the first time since you returned from Ireland. The treehouse looked so big now that you're all alone. Funny, it looks so small whenever the three of you are together. Even looking so tiny when it was only you and Yuta on the mattress. If he was here, you could revamp the treehouse and maybe give this small present to your future child. If he was here, will you ever feel this empty?

You saw his phone and opened it to reveal a picture of the two of you on the home screen. You saw the messages you left him and laughed to yourself, you sound like a crazy woman. But what surprised you is that it was Taeyong who last had a conversation with him. An hour talk? The night of your graduation day? That night. Does Yuta know?

"I knew I'll see you here," Taeyong said in a soft voice, entering the treehouse that startled you. "Your parents were looking for you." Why is he suddenly here? "Mom told me about your offer to be a curator. Why didn't you attend the interview?"

"How can I when I'm like this?" He sighed then sat on the floor, cross-legged. Taeyong took Yuta’s wallet from the pile of his things. It was your gift to him on your first anniversary as a couple since he doesn't want to buy things on his own. The guy in front of you laughed as he showed you your baby picture. Where did he get that? But moreover, it was the first time you heard someone laugh again. Heard Taeyong's laugh once again. "How can you move on without him?" He stopped laughing then stared at you in pity. "I can't even get up in the morning without thinking that everything is a nightmare?"

"I haven't." The guy whispered. "But I have to. Yuta wouldn't like to see us suffering." He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Especially you, Y/N." Taeyong gave you a timid smile. His eyes were dead, different from the way his eyes sparkle from way before. It really isn't just you who was hurting.

You handed him Yuta's phone, showing his name on the contacts. “You called Yuta that night?” He focused on the date and time before nodding. "Why Taeyong?"

Taeyong sighed, “I have to apologize for what I did so I told him that I kissed you." He told Yuta? “He kept on saying that it was alright, that he can’t control my feelings.” Of course, Yuta would say that. He's not here. He cannot do anything. “And that he knew from the start that I liked you.”

What? Taeyong likes you? "I'm really sorry, Y/N. I was just so fed up that you're always talking about Yuta…" He stopped, tears welling in his eyes. "I didn't know this could happen." No one knew. You also had regrets but those things wouldn't bring back the dead. Although it's hard, you need to focus on the important things in front of you. "I already lost him. I don't want to lose you too." He looked so broken, so hurt. "Please Y/N…" He leaned closer, pulling you in a hug and nuzzling his head on the side of your neck. "Stay with me."

And you knew, you had to focus on the people you are with now rather than staying in the past.

III. Farewell

You were doing your best as a curator for an auction house, grading artworks to be sold. Sometimes, you invite Taeyong over whenever there are pieces that would be nice as a present for your parents or something that you knew he would like. You were staring at the necklace in the display, a pendant that looks like a lily. Eucharis. "Hey." Taeyong greeted and you hugged him as welcome. "What do you want me to buy now?"

You giggled before holding his arm and dragging him to a display of a wristwatch. "You might like this, or maybe a gift for your dad." You said pointing at the gold-plated watch. Taeyong might not be too flashy with his things but his dad surely is.

"Y/N?" someone called that made you turn to the owner of the voice. "Hi. I was hoping to bump into you here and here you are." You gave a smile to the taller man who eyed Taeyong. You introduced your friend and he lent a hand to shake, "I'm Johnny Seo." Your friend nodded, he doesn't need much introduction since he's famous for being the CEO of a large restaurant chain.

Someone called you for assistance and you excused yourself from the other two guys. Other than grading the artworks for sale, you had to help the new auctioneers. It is a tiring job but your love for art helps you survive. The bidding was already starting when you took a seat beside Taeyong. A porcelain tea set was on stage and he casually leaned in to whisper in your ear, "Do you think your mom would like that?" You shook your head. Your mom has a collection of Chinese porcelain sets and obviously, she had too much in her collection that it would be bad to add another one.

You lightly glanced at the left to see Johnny looking at you. "What did you and Johnny Seo talk about?" Taeyong just shrugged. Well, what are you worried about? It's not like they have something common to talk about. The wristwatch was delivered to the podium with the starting price of twenty thousand dollars, which surprised Taeyong. "It's real gold." You convinced him just as Johnny started shouting his pitch, fifty thousand dollars.

"Oh please, Y/N, I wouldn't spend that much money on an accessory." You chuckled as the man on the podium shouted that it was sold to the man on the second row, Johnny. "And Johnny did say that he wants that wristwatch." So they talked about it. "He even asked if we're just friends." He emphasized the last two words that made you look at him.

"What did you say?" He just smiled as your attention was taken by the necklace on the stand. The Eucharis lily necklace. It started with fifty thousand dollars that startled you. That much for a necklace? Some of the classy women on the first row started shouting their bids. Sixty, seventy, until it reaches eighty. There's no way someone would buy this ridiculous amount of necklace.

The guy beside you raised his paddle and if not for him shouting a million dollars, you wouldn't realize that it was him. But damn, a million dollars for a necklace? "What?" You waited for others to take the offer higher. You cannot let Taeyong waste a million dollars on a necklace. He wouldn't spend that much on an accessory, right? Then why? The man shouted that it was sold to the bidder in blue and your friend grinned widely. "What?" You repeated.

"I saw you looking at that necklace when I went in." He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, an action he usually does. But now, that action made your cheeks warm up. Why is your heart thumping crazily fast for Taeyong? "I wanted to get you something but I don't know what. So please, Y/N, don't reject my gift." He smiled. "You don't expect me to wear that necklace right?"

And he expects you to wear a million dollar necklace? It might be more pricey than the price of your life now. He's crazy!

He paid in cash which startled you. Yes, he's the youngest CEO of their company now but he can't possibly have this much money with him. "Let's go to lunch? Or are you still busy? I can wait." You shook your head. Lunch is fine, you'll have your break anyways.

The restaurant looks classy, with a rustic vintage feel which is vaguely familiar. Taeyong looked so nervous, sweat forming on his forehead and he kept drinking the water refilled by the waiter. "Are you alright?" You asked and he just smiled, nodding at you.

He slipped the box of the necklace to you and you watched in awe at how pretty the pendant looks, better than it was encased on the glass. "Can I wear it on you?" You nodded. He quickly stood up, brushing your hair on the side, and gently locking the necklace. "It looks pretty on you. No regrets on buying that." He said with a smile, returning to his chair.

You touched the pendant of the necklace, feeling the small petals of the lily flower. Eucharis. "Yong," You called as he stared at you. "Do you know that this is a Eucharis lily?" He became quiet for a while before muttering that it was the same flower he got for your graduation day. "Before Yuta left, I told him the story of Eucharis and Telemachus. You see, they're passionate lovers. But Telemachus had to look for his dad, leaving Eucharis behind."

He lightly glanced at the necklace then at you. "Did he ever come back?"

You shook your head, smiling. "I should have taken that as a sign."

"Do you still love him?" You bit your lip. Of course, you do. He'll remain a great part of you and you've been yearning to hold him again. You still wish that everything is a nightmare and when you wake up, Yuta is holding you. But it's not. The pain of missing him can testify to that. "What if Eucharis found another love?" His hand touched yours but you didn't make a move to remove it. "What if the princess isn't really saved by the knight? But the prince himself?"

You called his name softly. He can't possibly still have these feelings. He threaded his fingers to yours, his thumb brushing the back of your palm. "I can wait, Y/N. I can't replace Yuta but I can promise you that I'll stay and love you until you can love me back." He shook his head, smiling. "Or at least you can like me back."

You like him. He helped you pick up the broken pieces. He helped you move on without Yuta, if you really did move on. Taeyong is always there for you. He listens, he understands, he respects you. But he is Yuta's bestfriend, your bestfriend. And he knows everything about you and Yuta. If he really has these profound feelings for you, doesn't that mean that it hurts him seeing you and Yuta together? It hurts him seeing you this messed up because of a guy who cannot return? "I lost you to Yuta once, I don't want to lose you to another guy again Y/N."

Now, you remembered why the restaurant is vaguely familiar. Yuta confessed to you the same way. You stared at your linked hands, his gentle hand that held yours tight and not wanting to let go. Like his feelings that he can't let go and the feelings that you have to let go. "Taeyong, are you willing to wait for me?"

"However long it takes, Y/N."

Once again, no one was against you or Taeyong’s relationship. Your mom would often invite his mom over for tea, sometimes Taeyong would tag along and bring you and your mom flowers. Often times he would hang out with both your dads, talking about the company or cars. Typical male stuff. “I remember when Taeyong first met you, I knew he’s just smitten about you. He can’t stop talking about you.” His mom said, startling you. The first time you met? “I was so happy when he said he confessed to you.” She held your hand, rubbing your palm. “I hope you and Yong won’t lose each other.” You lightly glanced at Taeyong who only was talking animatedly to your dad.

You really have to forget the past. And move on to the future. With your present.

It was amazing that he dared to move out of their house and live independently away from his family. He saved money for a penthouse and a car, the true makings of a bachelor. More often than not, whenever you attend business functions as his plus one, people would just ask you when you’re getting married and it startled you. Taeyong doesn’t look like someone who would settle down yet, he probably had a lot to do for the company. And you don’t want to ruin his dreams.

You had too many to drink, and him as well, that he asked you if you can just stay in his penthouse and that he would just drive you home the next day. You agreed, not wanting to bother him. The exclusivity of the place, the high-rise ceiling, and the luxurious items in his pad astounded you. Taeyong is rich but you didn’t expect him to be this rich. “Your pad is amazing.” You exclaimed, watching the city lights from his giant glass window. “No wonder you’re excited to move out of your house.”

Your gaze fell on the vintage record player, fingers tracing the selection of vinyl records in his collection. “Can I?” He nodded then exited to another room as you selected an Eric Clapton vinyl and put it in the player. You hummed in satisfaction as the guitar riff for the song played. Taeyong appeared with a bottle and two wine glasses at hand, placing them on the center table. “I remember my parents dancing to this song when I was young.”

Taeyong chuckled, walking to where you are. His hand slithered around your waist, the other holding your left hand and you smiled as you hold his right shoulder. You both swayed against the song as the singer sang about how wonderful his night is. “I realized this was the first time we danced together.” He whispered. You nodded, Yuta was always your partner in dances. He placed your left hand on his shoulder, closing the distance between the two of you then held your waist to pull you much closer to him. “Y/N.” He called, lips hovering above yours. “Can I kiss you?”

You have to move on with your present. You have to move on and give Taeyong a chance.

“Yes, Yong.” His lips were soft, gently taking time in savoring the moment. His hand rests on your back as if knowing that you might just faint from the intimacy.

‘And the wonder of it all is that you just don’t realize how much…’

“I love you.” If you weren’t drunk at the moment, you might laugh at how timed the confession is. Tears started welling up in your eyes and you wrapped your arms around his neck, repeating the same three words he just muttered earlier, just so he cannot see your tears. His head nuzzled on your neck, breath tingling you in a warm sensation when he kept saying “I love you” repeatedly, warming your heart.

You opened your eyes to the faint sound of a female voice singing about how angels got together on the day you were born then stretched your arms, creating a whimper. You stood up to head to the bathroom and lightly fix yourself, eyeing Taeyong’s large T-shirt covering your torso and half your thigh. When you exit the room, you can hear his voice singing along from the kitchen. “Good morning.” You greeted, standing next to him in front of the stove where the pieces of bacon are sizzling. “Do you usually wake up early?”

He grinned before flipping the bacon, earning an exclamation of awe from you. “Not usually. But you’re here so I have to make you…” He stopped when you hugged his waist, nuzzling your head on his back. “I didn’t know you are this clingy in the morning?” He turned around, smiling at you. “Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t have to ask permission, you…” His lips were on yours while he lightly pushed you by the kitchen island. A moan escaped your lips and he slithered his tongue inside your mouth, brushing against your tongue. His fingers dug against your waist as your fingers thread on his hair. He kissed your jaw, lips brushing against the skin of your neck. His hand went north to the mound of your breast before you called his name, “Yuta.”

Taeyong’s warmth was immediately gone as you gasped at the realization. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry Taeyong.” You quickly said, reaching out for him but he stood still without any expression on his face. “Yong, please say something.” The sound of sizzles and the smell of burning filled your senses. In panic, he touched the hot pan then hissed at the pain. You quickly helped him put his hand under running water, checking for blisters or even a wound.

“Do you still love him?” You lightly glanced at him. “I’m sorry if I’m forcing you to this…”

“No, you’re not. I wanted to do this for myself. For us.” You avoided his eyes and focused on his finger instead. “But I still remember him.” The tears just fell from your eyes. You’re just rambling now, the words that you wanted someone to understand. “I wanted to hate him. I wanted to forget about him. But how can I even do that when everything reminds me of him?”

Taeyong wiped the tears out of your face. “I know. I think of him whenever I see you.” He confessed that made you look at him. “It’s hard but he’s not coming back and we cannot wait for him forever.” He held your cheeks. “Can’t I really replace him?”

It hurt you. Taeyong is full of confidence. What the hell have you done that he’s asking this question? “Please don’t. I want you to be Lee Taeyong. And I love you, I do. I just...”

“Then marry me, Y/N.” Your eyes widened at the sudden proposal. “Let’s help each other move on from this.”

You have to move on with your present, you kept on repeating that. You have to move on. And Taeyong is your chance. "Let's get married, Taeyong." He held you in his arms. The warmth you want, the comfort you need. No one could give it to you. But Lee Taeyong.

Your parents weren't even surprised when you announced the news to them, both your moms already planning on what your wedding should look like. And even if you wanted to have a simple ceremony, you know you can't because of your status in society. Taeyong was busy with work while you deal with the wedding details but it was he who added the smallest detail of all, the Eucharis lilies for your bouquet. "I still want Yuta or your memory of him to be part of this." He reasoned out, smiling at you.

If you thought your life will change after marrying one of the most successful businessmen in the country, Taeyong made your married life easy. He never pushed for something you’re uncomfortable at, even asking permission to kiss you or even hug you. Whenever he would spend long nights in the office, he wouldn’t miss calling you, asking if you’re already in bed or if you already ate dinner. You live in his penthouse now, all your things in that shared space with him yet nothing changed.

You decided that to fully be a married couple, something must shift between you and Taeyong. You’re not best friends, not boyfriend and girlfriend. You’re now husband and wife, a huge step up from your relationship. “Why are you still up?” he asked upon entering the door to the penthouse and seeing you seated on the couch. You just smiled at him, walking to where he is. “Did you eat dinner?” He asked while removing the coat of his suit. You shook your head before helping him with his suit, untangling his necktie. “Why? Do you want anything?”

Your hands held the tie hanging from his neck, pulling him closer. “Can I kiss you, Taeyong?” He laughed before nodding. You pulled him closer, his hands automatically holding your waist. His kisses were gentle, the way he had always kissed you. A shift. You pulled him closer, slipping your tongue in his mouth while your fingers undo the buttons of his dress shirt. He broke out from the kiss, staring at you in question. “Please, Yong.” Your lips attacked his jaw, his neck, his chest. And when you removed his dress shirt from him, you kissed his lean body licking north to the skin of his neck.

He called your name before kissing you roughly, his dress shirt completely forgotten on the floor. His lips traveled south to your neck, slipping down your robe. He smirked at the black lace lingerie covering your intimate parts, his fingers tracing the fabric. "Did you wear this for me?" You nodded as he placed a soft kiss on the skin between your clothed breasts, earning a moan of his name from you. "Where's your necklace?"

It had been a part of you ever since Taeyong gave you the Eucharis lily necklace, even wearing it while showering. But now, you just wanted to be bare for Taeyong. To be his. Body and soul. "I'm just at home. I don't need to wear it…" Your words were cut off with a squeal when he carried you in his arms and gently laid you to bed. "Taeyong…" You called, breasts heaving as he licked his lips. The predatory look on his face turned you on. You wanted him to take you.

His lips went to your neck, pressing light butterfly kisses, down to the mounds of your clothed breast. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." He whispered, lips hovering against your skin. It feels warm, a compliment to the heat you're feeling inside you. "As much as I really love this set on you, I wanted you naked for me." You smiled, nodding at him.

He took one breast to his mouth, licking and sucking the nipple when he took off your bra. Taeyong spent time indulging you, fondling your other breast before changing his focus. Your lips whisper his name, repeatedly moaning for more. His lips went south until they reached the waistband of your panty. He made his way north while licking your skin, smiling warmly when his eyes stared at yours. "I love you."

"I love you too." He gently pulled down the remaining fabric on your body, his fingers undoing the button and zipper of his pants before getting fully naked for you. He repeated the same three words before holding your hands above your head, lacing your fingers together.

Taeyong sunk himself to you as you scream in both pleasure and pain, feeling his whole length inside you and ripping you whole. He kissed your lips to distract you, your legs wrap around his waist as your fingers claw on his own fingers. "I'm sorry." He whispered as your body squirmed in pain, "Tell me if you want me to move." You were breathing heavily when you tapped his back, urging him to move.

He started thrusting, slow and steady at first as if scared to hurt you. "I love you." he kept on whispering as he breathed against your neck, bodies close to each other. You've done this before but it's different now. The way Taeyong held you, the way he assured you that everything is alright, the way he whispered that he loves you. Different from the first. Better, to say the least.

You were breathing hard when he turned to his side of the bed, sweat and other liquids making you shiver from the cold. Taeyong held you close as he nuzzled his face between your breasts making you laugh. "Thank you, love." He whispered then kissed you on your mouth. "We'll just clean up in the morning, hmm?" You laughed before nodding at him, hugging him to sleep.

When you woke up that morning, you could feel his warmth behind you. His hand traced your spine then started kissing your exposed back. You moaned when his kiss went to the dip in your back, just above the waist. "Are you going to work today?" You whispered as his kisses went north, stopping to your shoulder. He chuckled before kissing your cheek, saying that he'll go if you want him to. A smile crept on your lips, "Can we just stay like this all day?"

"Your wish is my command, princess." He whispered before taking you from behind. Instead of preparing for breakfast, your hands were all over each other. You even tried to test how sturdy the kitchen counter by fucking you mercilessly on the countertop. As long as there's surface, even the carpeted floor, Taeyong made sure to get his cock in you. That night, he made you ride him on the balcony. Not caring if the neighbors can see or even hear you. When he left for work the next day, you were so clingy and he was grinning like a child, promising you that you'll do it again when you're not so sore.

Now, you do feel different in your relationship. Like a real married couple, not just a couple. Maybe it was how Taeyong made you feel, wanted and needed. Or how he takes care of you. He would often send flowers in your office, even lunch when you’re busy at work. He would always drive you to work and pick you up when he has time. He made you feel cared for and loved.

IV. Eucharis

“Do you want to come with me?” Taeyong asked, arms wrapped around you and head nuzzling on your neck. “I can talk to your boss to give you a week off.”

You shook your head, smiling at him. It’s company business, you don’t want to intrude. You also don’t want to act like a clingy wife to him. “I’ll be fine. You’ll call every night, right?” He nodded then kissed your neck. “You’re going to come back, right?” You knew he knew this fear inside you. What if he leaves and never returns once again? That’s why he never went abroad for company matters but this is just inevitable, a huge deal with the company is at stake and he can’t risk asking someone to attend on his behalf.

He turned you around that you’re facing him. A smile crept on his lips then he leaned in to kiss your lips. “I’ll come back.” He whispered, lips ghosting on yours. He pulled you closer, his lips heading south to your neck and sucking on the skin brutally. “I’ll come back before your hickeys disappear.”

“You better be.”

“Might as well add some more just to be sure.”

He never failed to call you: when he landed in Brazil, when he reached the hotel, before meeting up with the client and after meeting up with them. He sent you pictures of the sceneries in Brazil, even asking you if you wanted to follow him and that he can make arrangements, but you cannot. Not when it’s so busy at work. The third night without Taeyong, you just missed him. You were on a call with him when one of your co-workers asked if you want to drink. Politely, you declined. Taeyong is not here, no one is taking you home. “Go with them, love.” He said on the phone that startled you. “I don’t want to be an overprotective husband.”

You even revolted but in the end, your co-workers won. With your husband’s agreement, you headed to the club with them. It’s just drinking, you were thinking of just soju and some meat but they had to go to the club where it smelled like smoke and sweat combined. You informed your husband everything, that your coworker is eyeing this boy and that they offered you drinks. He suggested not to take the drink though and order something else which you obeyed.

A guy sat beside you by the bar, engaging you in talks which you shrugged. You tuck a lost strand of hair behind your ear, showing him your wedding ring. Your phone vibrated followed by a message from your husband, ‘Don’t talk to guys.’ What? Can he see you now? Is he here? You practically looked around but didn’t saw him, must be his instincts.

You took a sip of the cocktail you drank then regretted it as soon as it hit your tongue. It tasted bitter. The guy in front of you smirked and before your vision turned black you saw someone land a punch on his face. Taeyong is here. You have no idea what is happening, all you know is that you’re sweating and your vision is blurry. Strong arms held you, carrying you bridal style as you were laid gently on the bed. “You really should be careful.”

“Taeyong.” You called in the blurry haze, reaching out a hand for him. He leaned in, his body warm and muscular, his scent indulging your senses. “I want you.” You ripped his shirt, pushing him to bed then started kissing the skin of his torso. The drink made you horny, you missed him and Taeyong is already here to keep you satisfied.

You removed your shirt then your brassiere, grinding on his lap then kissing him on his lips roughly. "Be rough on me, Yong." And he delivered. He laid you to the bed roughly, the mattress bouncing when he started thrusting into you. Inhumane sounds and his name coming out of your lips as he drilled his cock in you, eager to get you pleasured. When you released your orgasm, he turned you around that you're lying stomach flat on the bed and started taking you from behind that made your eyes widen. He really is rough on you. Your hands are held on the railing of the bed as his hands grope your breasts, his cock filling you up. He didn't stop, making you orgasm one after another. You felt the tiredness but he was still kissing your stomach as the sleep overtook you.

You woke up feeling light-headed and sticky but what startled you is the feeling of something warm between your legs. A mop of black hair can be seen as you felt a tongue entered your core. This morning, really? Your hand grasped on the sheets at the sensation. If Taeyong is so good at eating you like this, why haven’t you done it with him before? One of your hand thread to his silky hair. Is his hair always this long and shiny black? Did he color them abroad? But that’s out of the way when you felt the orgasm bubbling in your stomach. “Taeyong, please.” You moaned. He halted his actions that confused you before entering your core with a greater force, rubbing circles in your clit.

Your eyes closed in immense pleasure, wetting the white sheets of your bed. White? You thought. You never put a white bedsheet on your bed, knowing full well that it will just get yellowish because of you and Taeyong. Your eyes opened wide as you felt warm lips kissing your abdomen and up to your breasts. Where are you? This is a different place.

Who is this? You grabbed his hair, pulling it to reveal his face that made you scream. His hand covered your mouth immediately, “You don’t want the neighbors to think that I’m killing you.”

You can feel the warmth of his palm, you can hear his voice clearly, you can smell his scent, and you can see him. But that’s impossible. He’s dead. “Yuta?”

He kissed your neck. “I thought you forgot my name, sweetheart.” What?

Briskly, you pushed him away and took the blanket to cover yourself from his eyes. “What? You’re dead.” A sigh escaped your lips. “It must be the drink, I must be crazy. You’re not...”

He sat on the bed in front of you, holding your cheek. He’s warm. “I am alive.” He whispered, eyes boring deep in you. Those black orbs. It really is Yuta. “I’m sorry. I had to fake my own death and run away from him.” His stepfather. “I’m scared to return, he might really kill me. So I faked my death.” He pulled you closer, hugging your shivering body. “I’m back now. Please come back to me as well.”

You pushed him that startled the guy. “What? Yuta, I’m married.” You exclaimed while showing the ring on your finger. “I married Lee Taeyong, your bestfriend. You can’t just expect me to come back to you.”

“You promised to wait for me however long it takes.” You did. But he’s dead. Who are you waiting for? “I know I’m selfish, Y/N. But I’ll be selfish for the last time and ask you to come back to me.” His voice was wavering, water was welling in his eyes. Tears. He’s going to cry.

He held your hand, holding it with both his hands as if not wanting to let you go. “I’m sorry. I should have told you. I should have called. But when Taeyong told me that he kissed you, I was so angry.” But Taeyong said that he’s very calm about it. “I’m so angry at myself for not being there for you.” It startled you. What? “I was chasing something that I don’t even know exist. I’m scared to return with a failed mission. I tried killing myself. Anything, just so I can’t return and be his punching bag again but I saw you in my dreams.” He placed your palm on his damp cheek. “I had to return for you.”

“Why now? What took you so long?”

A sigh escaped his lips. “I’m scared. I have nothing and all I can ever think of is to run away with you. I want to start a family with you and open the museum that you want,” He’s still thinking about that? “But I can’t do that if I have nothing.” He stared at you, his eyes red from the crying. “When I was ready to get you back, I saw the marriage announcement. I thought it’s all for the better, Taeyong loves you so much.” Then why is he doing this? “But I can’t. I can’t be happy for the two of you, knowing that I should be the one you’re marrying. That I should be the one in Taeyong’s place.”

You closed your eyes, exclaiming in frustration. How did this get so complicated? “You still love me, don’t you?” You open your eyes to look at him. It’s been so long and even if you can still remember his face, there’s someone else in your mind now. “Do you love him? Have you moved on?” You bit your lip to prevent a word to come out of your mouth. “Did he really replaced me?”

You only heard these words with Taeyong. But now, those questions coming from Yuta’s mouth confused you. “Please don’t do this.” You bunched up the blanket and covered your body, exiting the room to see a huge painting in the living room. The Farewell of Telemachus and Eucharis, the painting you’ve been eyeing all this time. Why is it here? In Yuta’s possession?

You felt arms hug you. “The story hasn’t left my mind ever since I left. When I saw this in the States, I thought I have to get you this. Our memory.” You choke on a sob as you felt him kiss your exposed shoulder. “It’s yours, Y/N.” His hug got tighter. “I love you so much.”

A tear fell on your cheek. This is what you dreamed of, a museum with this piece as the main exhibit. In Yuta’s arms. But why are you thinking of Taeyong now?

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You were startled when a police car can be seen outside the building of the penthouse. Did something happen? Your heart kept on beating fast as you reached the floor of the penthouse, the door was opened and uniformed personnel were by the door of your penthouse and talking to someone. “Just find her, please.” You heard Taeyong’s voice that startled you. He’s here?

He looked so surprised when you appeared in the doorway then hugged you tight. “Y/N.” he called, “I’m so scared.” And you can actually hear the worry in his voice. He held you at arm’s length to check your body. “Your phone, your things…” Oh yeah, you remembered, you left it in the club. “I don’t know where to find you and they just said…” You hushed him up and he just hugged you tight.

Taeyong thanked the officers and you apologized for taking their time. “Where have you been?” He asked when the door closed behind the two officers. “I had to take the first flight home when your phone turned off.” You only stared at him. Should you tell him? Are you ready to make this more complicated? To explain to him that Yuta is alive and that he wants to take you with him? “Why are you crying?” You only realized it when he touched your cheek, wiping the tears. “Did something happen to you? Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, hugging his body. “Please, just hold me.” He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “Taeyong, I love you.”

He held your cheeks, making you look at him. Taeyong smiled, “I know. And I love you too, Y/N.” He kissed your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn't even reach the bedroom and just settled on the couch, grinding your hips as you sit on his lap. He removed your shirt and bra, kissing your exposed breast as you unbuckled his belt. Taeyong helped you remove your pants, helping you to ride his cock.

You kept on whispering 'I love you' in his ear, his mouth occupying your breasts as you bounce up and down his cock. His hand held your waist, guiding you to slowly ride him. "God, you are so hot!" He exclaimed, pushing your head closer to kiss your lips. Your pace got faster as he jerked his hip up, entering you deeply. A moan escaped your lips and he kept on repeating it again and again until you felt something warm inside you. The second time he came, you were being fucked in a missionary position on the carpet. He kissed your forehead, then your nose and your lips. "Are you alright?" You nodded, smiling meekly at him. His thumb rubbed against your cheeks then kissed you once again, "I'll prepare the tub for you." He helped you sit on the couch and he disappeared into the bathroom before you observed yourself.

Bruises on your arms and legs, scratches on your waist, and hickeys on your chest. Taeyong is such an angel for not asking what happened. Does he know? When he reappeared from the bathroom, you gave him an apologetic stare but he carried you to the tub like nothing. "Do you need anything else? I'll wait for you outside."

Even though the water is warm, you can only feel the coldness of your skin. In contrast to the heat you're feeling inside your body. Tears started falling from your eyes. You hated this feeling. Why are you so fucking confused? And why are you even thinking of Yuta now? You should be happy with Taeyong, your husband.

As you rubbed your skin away from the filthy feeling, you felt more conflicted. You have to tell Taeyong what happened. He needed to know. A loud cry escaped your mouth and you weren't surprised when Taeyong entered the bathroom with a worried look on his face. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" He helped you out of the bathtub, wiping you with the towel then kneeled in front of you to see your face. "Can you tell me why you're crying?"

"Yong…" You called in between cries. He assured you that everything is fine, wiping the tears on your cheeks with his thumb. "I slept with Yuta." He stopped then smiled at you, whispering that he knew and saw the two of you at the treehouse. You shook your head. "He's here. I was with him last night."

His eyes widened in surprise. "What? Y/N, he's dead."

"He's not." You choked on a sob. "He faked his death just so he cannot return to his dad. Taeyong, Yuta is alive and he's back." He sat on the bathroom floor, staring at the tiles.

You saw the confusion then the realization in his eyes. "You slept with him?" You nodded. "Do you know that he's alive?" You shook your head. "How?"

"I blanked out in the club, I drank too much. He took me to his place and I thought he's you, I swear." He closed his eyes, breathing hard.

Taeyong's eyes had always been expressive. You know when he's happy and when he's sad. His eyes cannot lie. But now, you cannot read his emotions, you cannot read his expression. Is he mad? Is he sad? "Are you telling me this because he wants you back?" He took the robe from behind the door, putting it on you. You didn't look at him but you knew, he knew. You totally underestimated the bond he had with Yuta. He carried you to the room, placing you gently to the bed. "Take a rest, Y/N."

"Taeyong…"

"Let's talk about this tomorrow." You called for his name again to at least make him look at you. "Tomorrow, Y/N!" He shouted, startling you. Taeyong had always been so gentle, hearing him shout scared you. He sighed, brushing his fingers on his hair. "I need to think." He returned to his gentle voice before leaving the room, closing the door gently behind him.

You can't sleep. Every time you close your eyes, you can see the pain in both Taeyong and Yuta's eyes. It scared you. You don't want to hurt them both but you don't know what to do. If you choose one over the other, you'll definitely hurt them.

The house is so quiet, so cold. Has it always been like this? Or are you just used to Taeyong hugging you at night, providing you warmth and comfort?

You turned to the side, facing your dresser, the necklace with the Eucharis lily glistening under the moonlight peeking from the windows. If Telemachus comes back when Eucharis was in love with someone else, who did she choose? Why didn't anyone tell that story? Maybe you will not be this conflicted now. You closed your eyes as the dark engulfed you for some peace. A peace you knew will be short-lived.

The smell of pancakes and a male voice asking how deep is your love while singing woke you up. It's already morning. You tried to convince that everything is a dream. That it was your mom cooking and your dad playing that song. That you're still a young girl who just moved to your new house and will be a fourth-grader this year. But that was all false hope.

You're in Taeyong's penthouse, wearing the white robe he put you on last night. And when you glanced to the side, you saw the Eucharis necklace. You tried to look for your phone but you cannot find it, realizing that you had left it in the club. Fuck, it did happen. Even when you went inside the bathroom, the sight of the damp towel on the floor and the bathtub with water from last night reminded you of what happened.

You've made a decision when you exited the room, heading to the kitchen to see your husband fully clothed in his work clothes. This early? A meal was already on the table for you and he looked startled when he saw you standing by the doorway of the kitchen. "Good morning." He greeted with a smile, an awkward smile that pained you. "Breakfast is cooked, you might be hungry."

"Taeyong." You called.

He asked you to sit and he did the same way, adjacent to where you are. He held your hand, his thumb lightly rubbing the wedding band on your finger. "Do you still love him?" He had always asked you that question and you always tried to drift away from answering that simple statement. You always don't know what to tell him. Yes? That will hurt him. No? Then you're lying to yourself.

Now, you know what the answer is.

"I know you're always his" What? "I regret not telling you my feelings before him, maybe that changed a lot.” He smiled. “I regret not coming with him to Ireland, maybe I helped him get back to you and saved you the tears."

"Yong…"

“Y/N, do you know that if you love too much, you become greedy?” He smiled once again, touching your cheek with the warmth of his palm. "I understood Yuta's reasons. He's not selfish, he's just greedy for you and that is because he loves you so much." He sighed. "If I was in his shoes, I would have done the same thing. It’s not right to hurt you, hurt us, but he needed to do it to save himself. And now, he’s just taking back what was his."

Is he letting you go? He stood up then came back with two envelopes at hand. He handed you the first one, "This is the land I bought under your name and the blueprint of the museum I'm planning to build as an anniversary gift." What? A museum? "Yuta told me about your dreams: the museum, the treehouse, marrying him." He said with a smile then handed you the other envelope.

You opened the second one, "What's this?" Then was surprised at the words written above the paper. "Divorce papers?"

He held your hand then the other hand went to your cheek that made you look at him. "I just want you to be happy, Y/N." The tears were back, stinging your eyes. "If letting you go and making your dreams come true will make you happy, I'm willing to do it for you."

"Why?"

"Because this is how I love you, Y/N." He kissed your forehead, slipping the wedding ring off your finger and placing it above the table. He held both your cheeks, placing his forehead on yours, "Choose what makes you happy, Y/N." When he turned his back to you, you saw him heave a sigh.

You felt like your heart was stabbed a million times. How can you choose when you're hurting him? Your happiness? Why does it have to matter now? Taeyong was right, loving someone makes you greedy.

A choked sob escaped your throat while reading the paper in front of you. How stupid. Why would he give you the land and penthouse if you sign the papers? It’s not even yours.

If letting him go will make him happy, you're willing to do it for him. You held the pen in your hand, the ink dropping on the paper. A sigh escaped your lips as you returned the papers in the envelope. A decision has been made.

V. Love

Being in love is being greedy. But being in love is sacrificing things.

Love should make you happy. Love is always a choice.

You stared at the painting in front of you. The Farewell of Telemachus and Eucharis. The painting which means a lot to you. Your story with your first love. The main exhibit of your museum. Just like in your dream.

"Congratulations!" Arms wrapped around your waist, whispering those words to you. The smell of his musky scent filling your senses as he placed a kiss on your cheek. "You did it."

You smiled, turning to face him. "We did it." You corrected and he laughed lightly. All your dreams are now in front of you because of him. You opened the museum because of him. You revamped the treehouse because of him. He made all this possible because it was your dream. Your happiness. “Thank you, Taeyong.”

He smiled, crushing you in his arms once again. “Thank you, Y/N, for staying with me.” But you didn’t have any other place you wanted to be with at the moment. Just here, in his arms and feeling the comfort of his warmth. “I love you.” He whispered that made you smile. “But I love Cari more.”

It was as if he summoned her that you heard your daughter’s voice calling out for you. The young girl in her pink dress stared at you in awe. “Mommy, you look so pretty. You’re like a princess.” She complimented that made you laugh. “Isn’t she, daddy Yong?”

The older nodded, “But you’re prettier, my princess.” You giggled at that. If there is someone more in love with your daughter, that is Taeyong. He even complimented how the necklace, that was once yours, completed the look on the younger girl. Eucharis. The flower where her name is derived from. “Where is your dad?” Before, that question would always make you shiver. How can Taeyong just accept that your daughter isn’t his? But now, it makes you smile. It just proves how immeasurable Taeyong’s love is.

“He’s parking the car. Papa bought me ice cream on the way here.” You sighed as your husband chuckled.

Yuta came into the hallways looking dashing in his suit that made Taeyong laugh. “I’m guessing it’s not the ice cream which made you late.” Yuta had to laugh, kissing the side of your head before handing you the Eucharis lilies and congratulating you for the amazing museum. “Cari and I will just be eating marshmallows at the buffet table.” He excused and you nodded, watching Taeyong bond with the younger girl.

“Mom really loves her.” You lightly glanced at Yuta who had a smile on his face, watching his daughter. “Thank you for letting me bring Cari to Japan.”

“You’re her dad. No one can change that.” He smiled at you. A month after returning the unsigned divorce papers to Taeyong and talking to Yuta, you found out that you're pregnant. Your husband was excited, taking extra care of you when you were pregnant only to find out that the child resembles Yuta more. Of course, he felt betrayed at first but it was still him who called Yuta and asked him to see you. Taeyong asked you again if you wanted to be with Yuta but as greedy as you are the first time, you chose him again. And you'll choose him, again and again. "Will you visit Cari when you go back to Japan?"

Yuta nodded. "Every month. Or you can take a vacation in Japan, mom would be happy to see you and Taeyong." You're also glad that things had settled better with Yuta and his mom with his stepfather out of their lives now. "Y/N," he called, which made you turn to him. "I'm sincerely proud of you."

You hugged him, thanking him over and over again. An apology escaped your lips when he broke the hug but he shook his head. "You made the best choice, Y/N." And he didn't need to say anything else.

They said first love never dies. Sometimes it doesn’t, often it does. But you cannot forget it. The pain, the happiness. The feeling of first falling in love. Yet it's always the selfless love that will be the final one. The love that waits. The love that is willing to endure. The love that gives you happiness.

When the excitement of the party died down, you found yourself staring at the same painting you were staring at earlier. Is it possible to feel this happy? Is this the payback for all the pain you've been through? "Mommy!" Cari called, smiling at you. You crouched down to meet her height as she showed you three strawberries covered in chocolate on her plate. "Daddy Yong said you have to eat." You glanced at your husband who was busy talking to Yuta. "And Papa said you love chocolates." You nodded, smiling at her. "You should try the strawberries, they're so good Mommy."

You giggled when she gave you one, biting on it before she ate the other one. "It's good, isn't it?" She grinned which made you nod. "Have the last one, it must be the best strawberry in the world." You smiled once again before biting the strawberry she was holding, "How was it?"

"The best strawberry in the world." Cari giggled and you bopped her nose. "I love you, Eucharis."

The younger girl placed the plate on the floor then hugged you tight. "I love you the most, mommy." You're used to Cari being this sweet but it still warms your heart thinking that another person would love you as much. "I love you better than daddy and papa."

"I'm glad we're clear on that."

Love. Whenever someone would say that word, the child in you would probably think of a handsome prince-like guy who made an effort to talk to you. The teenage you would probably think of the popular guy who saved you and protected you countless times. But now that you're older, the image of your daughter’s angelic smile, is what you think of with the word love.

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triptuckers · 3 years

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Taking care of you - Jesper Fahey

Request: yes! “Omg I got so happy when I saw that your requests were open because I looooove your writing 🥰 Is it okay if I request a Jesper one where the reader, his gf, goes out partying with Nina after a job for the Dregs so she returns to the Slat in the middle of the night a little drunk so Jesper has to make sure she gets in their bed okay and how he takes care of her in the morning. Just some domestic, fluff with Mr. Fahey 💛💛 Thanks in advance!!!” Pairing: Jesper Fahey x reader Summary: Jesper takes care of you after you come home drunk after a night out Warnings: none Word count: 1.5K A/N: MORE SOFT JESPER !!!! I am a sucker for sweet, caring, lovable boyfriend Jesper. thank you so much for requesting this, enjoy reading! :)

Every once in a while, you allowed yourself to blow off some steam. Your favorite way to do so, was to go out with Nina. Going out with Nina was always fun.

You’d go to a bar, get a few drinks in, and happily gossip away. And if you really needed to let go, you’d dance with her, even though most of the bars didn’t even have live music. Somehow Nina always found someone who could take care of the music.

Tonight, after a successful job, all it took was one glance for you to loop your arm through Nina’s, and you were on your way.

Of course, Jesper had promised to wait up for you. Even though you told him he shouldn’t, that you could tell he was tired and he deserved some rest. He’d refused to go to bed before you got home.

And he keeps his promise. He’s sitting at one of the tables with Kaz, when the door opens.

You and Nina walk in. Or rather, Nina walks in, while you’re heavily leaning onto her shoulder.

‘Hi guys!’ you say happily, when you notice Jesper and Kaz. Your heels dangle from your hand as you wave at them.

‘I guess you two had fun, huh?’ says Jesper, already amused by your happy and bubbly state.

‘It was amazing. I beat Nina.’ you say as Jesper walks over to the two of you. He looks at Nina, silently asking for an explanation.

‘Shots competition.’ she says, sounding surprisingly sober. ‘But it takes a lot more drink to get me drunk. Y/N’s only got a few, but she already claims she can rob the entire Merchant council on her own.’

‘I can!’ you say, sounding offended.

Jesper chuckles. ‘Thanks for getting her home, I'll take her upstairs.’ he says.

‘Oh thank god.’ says Nina, removing your arm from her shoulders and handing you over to your boyfriend.

‘Nina, don’t go, the night’s still young!’ you say.

‘Night’s not young, Y/N.’ says Nina as she walks over to join Kaz. ‘And you’re Jesper’s problem now!’ she calls over her shoulder.

You turn to look at Jesper. ‘I’m always your problem.’ you say, grinning at him.

‘Luckily, you’re a delight to have around.’ says Jesper, wrapping an arm around your waist and starting to guide you to the stairs.

‘How many drinks did you have?’ he asks you.

‘A few.’ you say, trying to sound convincing. Jesper raises an eyebrow at you. ‘A few more than that?’ you say in question and he chuckles.

‘Do you think you can walk the stairs?’ asks Jesper.

‘No!’ calls Nina from the other side of the room. ‘I basically had to drag her back here. Do not let her walk those stairs, she’s gonna trip and end up with a broken neck.’

‘Alright then.’ says Jesper, moving to stand in front of you. He takes your arms and puts both of them around his neck, but he dodges you when you try to kiss him. You look up at him and pout your lips.

‘Not when you’re drunk, darling.’ he says. ‘And I need to be able to see the stairs when I'm walking. I don’t want to trip and have both of us end up piled on the floor.’

‘I would love to have you piled up on top of me.’ you murmur.

Jesper laughs softly and hooks his arms around you. He lifts you and you wrap your legs around his waist as he starts to walk up the stairs. You bury your face in his neck and feel sleep slowly getting to you. After laughing and dancing with Nina, and the journey back to the Slat, you couldn’t ignore how tired your legs felt.

When he arrives at his floor, Jesper keeps one hand on your back as he opens the door to his room with the other.

Once he gets to the bed, he carefully sets you down. You look up at him and smile tiredly. His heart absolutely melts at the sight of you. Clearly tired, but you still got that happy energy of a night out buzzing around you.

Jesper closes the door and walks back to you, offering his hand. You take it and allow him to pull you to your feet. He turns you around and starts loosening up the corset on the back of your dress.

‘I thought you didn’t want to do anything.’ you say teasingly, though your voice sounds tired.

‘We’re not going to do anything, darling, I told you. Not when you’re drunk.’ says Jesper.

‘Tomorrow?’ you say.

‘If your headache isn’t killing you tomorrow morning, then sure.’ he says, helping you out of your dress.

He gets a shirt out of his closet and holds it up for you to slide your arms in. Your eyes study his face as he buttons up the shirt.

‘Jesper?’ you say.

‘Yes, love?’ he says, fastening the last button.

‘I love you. You know that right?’ you say.

Jesper chuckles. ‘Yes, love, I know. I love you too.’ he says. ‘But now it’s time for you to get some sleep.’

‘I’m not that tired.’ you say, suppressing a yawn.

‘Sure you aren’t.’ says Jesper, gently pushing you toward the bed. You lay down and pull the covers up, already feeling your tired body shutting down.

‘Sweet dreams, darling.’ says Jesper and you feel him kiss your cheek before you fall asleep.

The first thing you notice when you wake up the next morning is a pounding headache. You squeeze your eyes shut and press your palms to your eyes.

Going out with Nina was always fun. Except for the part where you claimed you could drink her under the table. You never could.

You turn over, reaching out for Jesper, but he isn’t there. You open your eyes and frown. He’s always next to you when you wake up. You always wake up at least an hour or two before he does. So it’s strange he’s not next to you.

When you roll over again to look out the window, you notice it’s not morning. The sun is high in the sky, and you can hear the sounds of people talking in the street below.

Then the door opens slowly and Jesper pokes his head around the corner. He smiles when he sees you.

‘You’re awake!’ he says, opening the door further and stepping into the room.

‘Room’s bright.’ you grumble, closing your eyes again.

‘I’m sure every room is bright to you, given that you got very drunk last night. You must have a killer hangover.’ says Jesper.

‘How bad was it?’ you ask him.

‘Oh, it wasn’t that bad. Just the usual. You lost a drinking game to Nina and couldn’t keep your hands off of me. I’m used to that last part though.’ he says.

‘Did you get me coffee?’ you say.

‘Even better.’ he says. ‘Coffee and waffles form the place near the docks you love so much.’

Upon hearing his words, you open your eyes immediately. Jesper is standing next to the bed, looking down at you. It’s only then you notice the small bag and steaming mug in his hands.

‘Did I mention I love you?’ you say, sitting up and taking the bag from his hands.

‘You tell me that several times a day, so yes.’ says Jesper and he sets the mug of coffee down on the bedside table. ‘How’s the headache?’

‘Not as bad as the last time.’ you say.

‘You mean when you threw a pillow at my face when I said “good morning” to you?’ says Jesper.

You narrow your eyes at him. Last time you got hungover, every sound was loud, including Jesper’s voice. You were frustrated and irritable and had indeed thrown a pillow at his face. He’s never going to let you forget about it.

‘Watch it, despite the fact my head feels too heavy for my neck, I can still aim very well.’ you say, making Jesper chuckle.

‘I asked Kaz if he can skip you today if he needs to get things done.’ says Jesper.

You meant to say ‘thank you’, but through a mouth of waffles it’s hard to form any words. You swallow it and smile.

‘You’re an angel.’ you say.

‘I know, I'm the best.’ says Jesper. ‘I'm off to do all the little annoying jobs he usually makes you do because you don’t mind all the running around. And as for you, stay here, I'll come check in occasionally with a new delivery of the latest gossip, along with limitless kisses.’

You smile again. ‘What would I do without you, Jesper?’ you say.

‘Fall into the dark pit that is called life, without any sunshine in human form, like me, to cheer you up.’ says Jesper making you laugh.

Being hungover wasn’t that bad. Especially when Jesper Fahey was around.

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americancowgirl19 · 3 years

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Acceptance

Summary: You find the love of your life in the middle of a highway.

Warnings: violence, soulmate, fluff, angst?, implied smut

Reader: Female Reader

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 3,680

A/n: This was requested by @fyeahtaylorp : Could you please do a Bucky Barnes x plus size female reader imagine where you see black and white until you meet your soulmate and they meet during the winter solider when he’s not really him and he’s protective of her and she works along side Steve and she has weather manipulation powers and they meet again and he’s still protective and there is smut please. - I am so freaking sorry that it took me forever to get this written and published and I didn’t get to the smut, so sorry. I also changed it just a little bit so I hope you still like it!

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“Hey, are you Sam Wilson?” You question, standing on the man's front doorstep. He frowns his eyebrows, crosses his arms, and sizes you up. You know you don’t look like much, but your mother always said that looks were deceiving. “Can I come in?”

“And who are you?” He asks, standing tall in the doorway.

“She’s backup,” Natasha states, coming into view. You instantly send a smile her way. “We can trust her,” She reassures him. Sam presses his lips together but nods and moves to let you in.

“You look good... All things considered,” You compliment her. She looked like her naturally beautiful self with only a couple of scratches and bruises on her skin.

“It’s been a rough few days,” Natasha tells you. “We could use your help,” You smirk and cock your head to the side.

“That’s what I’m here for. Where’s Cap?” Once the question leaves your lips, the golden boy comes into the room. “Heard you were in a tight spot,” You state when he looks at you with arched eyebrows. His eyes move from you to Natasha, who gives an innocent shrug.

“We could use her help,” Natasha states. “We can trust her,” She vouches. Steve looks hesitant but nods before giving you a polite smile.

“Rough few days, huh?” You mutter, looking at Natasha, sensing that her words were a bit of an understatement. “What exactly are we up against?”

Natasha and Steve both begin to fill you and Sam in on what’s been going on. You weren’t surprised Shield had been compromised. You didn’t trust anybody outside your small group. You preferred being on your own in a secluded area.

However, Natasha is one of the select few that has your complete trust. Therefore, when she called, saying she needed help, you came without hesitation.

“So, the question is: who in Shield could launch a domestic missile strike?” Natasha questions.

“Pierce,” Steve realizes.

“Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world,” Natasha sighs.

“But he’s not working alone. Zola’s algorithm was on the Lemurian Star,”

“So was Jasper Sitwell,”

“So, the real question is: how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a Shield officer in broad daylight?”

“The answer is: you don’t,” Sam states, dropping a military file on the table. Natasha pulls it toward her.

“What’s this?”

“Call it a resume,”

“Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you,” Natasha states. “You didn’t say he was a para-rescue,” She mumbles, looking at Steve.

“Is this Riley?” He asks, and Sam nods.

“I heard they couldn’t bring in the choppers because of the RPGs. What did you use, a stealth chute?”

“No. These,” Sam corrects Natasha. Steve flips through the file.

“I thought you said you were a pilot,”

“I never said pilot,” Sam smirks with a hint of smugness. It’s enough to get you grinning. You decide that you like him.

“I can’t ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason,”

“Dude, Captain America needs my help. There’s no better reason to get back in,”

“So, where can we get one of those?” You wonder, peaking at the pictures. “I don’t think Walmart has those in stock,”

“The last one is at Fort Meade,” Sam answers, an amused grin on his lips. “Behind three guarded gates and a twelve-inch steel wall,”

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Steve assures him.

“I’m assuming you have a plan?” You ask, Steve. “Or is this a wing-it kind of mission?” Natasha grins a bit before they start laying out the plan.

Your part of the plan was to keep them from dying, basically. Nobody knew that you were involved. You were to stay in the background and only intervene if needed. Knowing Natasha, you would need to step in sooner rather than later.

You watched them from a distance. You smirked when you saw Sam flying around with his wings. They were a cool contraption; you weren’t going to lie.

Borrowing someone’s car, you followed them from a distance. You watched for anyone suspicious. Everything seemed normal until someone caught your eye.

This, someone, was dressed in black, but he stood out from everything around you. Like everyone else who had yet to meet the one they’re destined to be with, the world is dull and colorless. Only after meeting and accepting your soulmate could you see the world the way it’s supposed to be seen, full of color.

So, while his attire is completely black, his pale skin and silver arm stand out. You knew this was the man, The Winter Soldier, that Natasha and Steve had warned you about. You knew you should have warned them, but you were frozen by the revelation.

When he leaped from the car he was on and onto the one with your friends, you snapped out of your daze. Cursing, you sped up to try and get to them, but by the time you were able to weave around traffic and catch up, their car had crashed.

“Some backup you are, Y/n,” You mutter to yourself. You slam on the breaks and put the car in park before climbing out. You race down the highway and toward the men shooting at Natasha and Sam.

You stop a few paces away from the shooters and begin to conjure fog to cover their escape. Before long, Natasha can get away, and the attention is on you instead of Sam.

Able to see through your fog clearly, your search for your soulmate. When you find him, you send a powerful gust of wind in his direction. The force sends him flying back and through a car. You wince, but at least he’s not within the fog’s grasp any longer.

You move around as bullets come flying your way. You had given up your position, but it had been necessary. Once you find a safer place to stand, you begin to manipulate the fog once more. Your breath is now visible as the air around you drops rapidly in temperature.

To add to the cold, you begin to make the air thinner in their area. You see them shivering, and some drop to the ground due to the lack of oxygen.

In the corner of your eye, you notice one of the men had escaped the fog’s perimeter. He aims his gun at you but forces the fog to become thicker as you slip into its protective cover. Within the fog, you notice that more than one man has escaped.

You huff in annoyance, but at least you have eliminated a couple of the problem people. You see a few people standing at the edge of the highway shooting down where you assume Natasha, Steve, and Sam are.

Before you deal with them, you turn to the one that continues to hunt you just outside of the fog. Giving him an annoyed glare, one he doesn’t see, you point your hand at him. Like Palpatine, you release streams of lightning from your fingertips.

The man screams in pain and drops to the floor. You continue your ministrations until his screams stop. By then, however, the fog has dissipated, allowing the others to see you. Their guns turn to you, but before you can defend yourself, a stream of bullets lodge into their heads.

Your eyes snap to the source and notice the Soldier standing there. You both stare at each other before he stalks to the edge of the bridge and jobs down to the lower level. You race to the edge to watch him stomp off a crushed car and continue onward as nothing happened.

“Oh, no, you’re not getting away that easily,” You mutter. Lifting your hands, you manipulate the air around yourself. It lifts you off the ground and gently sets you down beside the car the Soldier had crushed when he landed.

You run in the direction the Soldier had gone. You see him locked in a fight with Steve. It looks like Cap finally met his match.

A groan catches your attention. Your breath catches in your throat. You jog over to Natasha and inspect her bullet wound.

“This is gonna hurt,” You warn her. She looks at you before closing her eyes. When she nods, you place your hands on either side of her wounded shoulder. You conjure enough heat to cauterize the wound.

“I hate it when you do that,” She mumbles. You smile at her.

“Well, stop getting shot, and I won’t have to do it,” You wink at her. “You’ll be alright,” You assure her before standing up. You turn back toward the Soldier and Steve. For the first time, you see him without his mask.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” He asks Steve before aiming a pistol at Steve. Your breath hitches again when Sam comes in and kicks the Soldier away from Steve. When he regains his footing, you notice Natasha aiming a grenade launcher at him.

“No!” You shout, shoving Natasha, forcing her to miss her target. When you look back, you notice the Soldier is gone. Before you can react, a collar is locked around your neck, preventing your mutation from working.

“It was him... He looked right at me like he didn’t even know me,” Steve mutters.

“How’s that even possible? It was like 70 years ago,” Sam states as Natasha stares at you intently. You avoid her gaze and continue to stare at Steve, wanting to know as much about him as possible.

“Zola. Bucky’s whole unit was captured n ‘43, Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and...”

“None of that's your fault, Steve,” Natasha assures him.

“Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky,” Steve whispers.

Great, my soulmate is a ninety-something supersoldier that’s in Hydra. You think sarcastically. Although, if he doesn’t even know who he is, how can he willingly work for Hydra? He protected me from his own men. Hydra soldiers don’t do that. There’s hope for him.

“Oh, you’re on our side?” You ask when one of the masked persons beats the sit out of the other two. “Oh, hey Maria,” You greet when she takes her helmet off.

“Ah, that thing was squeezing my brain... Who’s this guy?”

After making the grand escape, you’re all lead towards a hideout. There you find Nick Fury, who’s apparently not dead. After an argument on how to go about things, you prepare to take on Shield/Hydra once again.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on, or am I going to have to start guessing?” Natasha questions. You glance up at her before looking back down at your feet.

“You’re smart, Nat... I’m sure you’ve already figured it out,” You whispers. Natasha doesn’t say anything for a minute. She then comes toward you and sits down.

“Can you stop him?” Nat asks. You meet her look.

“If I can... You won’t be seeing me for a while,” You tell her. She sends you a small smile.

“Do what you have to do... Just be careful,” She advises. You smile, bumping your shoulder with hers.

“You’re the one who should be careful... Once I find him, I’m going to get him to leave with me. You’ll be in the fight the whole time,” You remind her.

“I’ll be fine,’ Natasha whispers. “Just get him and go,” You smile and slowly nod.

With those words said, the two of you leave the room. You approach Shield with Steve and Sam. The two of them go their separate ways while you start your search for the Solider... For Bucky.

During your search, you take down as many Hydra agents as possible. You wanted to help the cause, but finding Bucky was more important.

It wasn’t long before you were officially labeled a major threat. This meant that their focus shifted toward you. Things were slowly getting out of hand, but you continue to literally take the air from their lungs and the warmth from their bodies until they died. You offered a foggy cover for the Shield agents that were your allies while shooting your enemies down with bolts of lightning.

When you began to get surrounded, someone came to your aid. He had found you before you found him. He didn’t waste ammo—a single bullet to the head of those around you.

You two shared another look. Instead of looking into sunglasses, this time, you were looking in his eyes. Everything around him would continue to be black and white until he accepted you. You wondered if he could see in color. Despite not knowing him and him working for Hydra, you accepted him. You wanted him. You hoped that he would trust you.

You got lost in the beautiful color of his eyes that you forgot what was happening around you. When he moved to leave you and continue with his mission, you shouted his name. He froze, and you moved a few steps closer.

“Look at me... please,” You whisper to him. He remains motionless. “Your name is Bucky. You were friends with Steve Rogers,” His head turns slightly to you. “I don’t know what’s happened to you, nor do I know what you’ve been through, but I can tell you that things don’t have to be like this. You don’t have to be their weapon, their machine,” You risk a few steps closer to him. “I’m your soulmate. I will never hurt you. I only want you to be happy... To keep you safe,”

He stays still for a moment. He’s so still it’s as if he’s a statue. Then, he moves forward as if the words you just said didn’t matter to him. They probably didn’t. You weren’t going to give up that easily.

“Bucky,” You say again, latching your hand around his wrist. He whips around and wraps your throat in his metallic hand. You tense but don’t move. He’s not cutting off your air; it’s a warning. Your free hand lifts and covers his metal wrist. I won’t hurt you... and I won’t ever let them hurt you again,” You promise him. “Who cares about what’s going on here? It’s not our fight,” You tell him. “Come with me,”

“They’ll find us,” He whispers. You smile brightly.

“They’ve been looking for me for over a decade and haven’t come close,” You tell him. “They couldn’t find me then, and they certainly won’t find us now,” You assure him. “Please, come with me,”

Miraculously, he listens. The two of your leave the battle fairly easily. Anybody who gets in your way ends up dead. You switch your methods between sucking the air from his lungs to overheating or sudden frostbite. Bucky, while amazed by your abilities, settles for a simple bullet to the head. You two work with each other fluently.

You both stay away from populated areas. It’s harder within the city, but once you borrow another car and head into the countryside, it gets easier. You tell Bucky to stay in the car while you quickly buy him some comfortable clothes. Then, you drive him to your home. With your abilities, it’s impossible for anybody else to find, let alone get into, your home.

There’s an intense fog almost a mile thick around your property. Within the fog are intense temperatures. Some temperatures are too high or too low for a human to survive. Outside the fog, everything is normal and up to mother nature.

“Welcome to my home,” You say before climbing out of the car. He hesitantly follows you. “Nobody can come in without my consent,” You tell him. You walk to the house before slowing and turning back to him. “If you really want to leave, let me know... You may be a super soldier, but I’d be surprised if you could survive out there,” Bucky looks at the woods. “Come on; you must be hungry,”

You and Bucky live in silence for a long time. He doesn’t want to talk, and you don’t make him. You try to fill the silence with your ramblings, but it doesn’t always work to make him relax. He has nightmares at night, during the day as well. You want to help, but it’s a complicated situation.

It doesn’t help that he continues to be the only thing in color. He hasn’t accepted you yet. It hurts, but you don’t give up on him.

It takes a month for him to start conversations. It takes him even longer to hold those conversations for more than a few seconds. At this point, he’s knows everything about you while he’s still a mystery. To be fair, he’s still a mystery to himself.

You introduce him to the internet. There he can research himself and Steve. He learns a lot, and you find him behind the screen more often than not.

Around the end of the second month, Bucky seems to be relaxing even more. He still has his nightmares, he still is trying to find himself, but at the same time, it’s like he knows he’s safe. He knows nothing can’t get to him while he’s here. Yet he still won’t let you in.

In an attempt to get him to accept you, you try to do more for him. The meals you cook get more complicated, and you try to be more romantic and supportive. He entertains you but still keeps his distance.

It isn’t until the fourth month you begin to lose hope. You’ve done everything you can to get him to accept you. You’ve given him space, you’ve set him free, you’ve protected him and supported him. You have given him clothes and home, yet still, you get nothing.

You sit on the front porch. You’re thinking through everything. You know, four months, in retrospect, isn’t that long. It’ll take years for Bucky to recover. You had just hoped that he would want you. He’s taken your help, but you wanted him to want you.

When he comes back from his midafternoon run, he pauses right before the porch. He can tell something is bothering you but hasn’t a clue what to do.

“Do you know what soulmates are?” You wonder. Bucky stares at you for a moment before slowly nodding his head. You get a bit frustrated. “Do you trust me?” He hesitates again but ultimately nods. “Do you not want me then?” You whisper. It’s subtle, but Bucky tenses. You read his posture wrong. “Alright,” You whisper, standing up.

“Wait,” He says, jumping up onto the porch. His hand grabs your wrist. You stop, look at his hand, and then up into his eyes. “You’re beautiful. You’re strong. You’re everything I could ever want,”

“Then why haven’t you accepted me?” You whisper. He sighs slowly. As if giving into a desire, he caresses your cheek with his hand.

“For decades, all I’ve known is fighting. I went from one to another. Before that, I never thought I’d see in color. Then you come out of nowhere and turn my world upside-down. As perfect as you are, that doesn’t change who I am. I’m haunted every day, and I know Hydra is hunting me. Just being here will endanger you, but I can’t find it in myself to leave. I don’t want to get to the point of no return. I don’t want you to get attached to me because one day I’ll have to leave, and I don’t know if I’ll come back,”

“That just won’t do for me,” You shake your head. “You see, Buck, I’m in this for life whether you accept me or not. If you leave, I’m just going to follow. Whether you go to Steve or Hydra or even Hell, I will follow you,” You tell him. “You distancing yourself is hurting us more than the potential of you leaving. I’m not going to let you go, Buck... You’ll realize that eventually.”

Things continued the same for a while as Bucky digested your words. Eventually, however, there was a change. It was a slow change, but it was progress nonetheless.

Bucky began to open up to you more. There were subtle touches and lingering gazes. He sat closer and spent more time with you. As the weeks passed, everything began to amplify. The subtle touches turned into handholding that eventually turned into cuddle sessions. The words exchanged turned into flirtatious whispers.

The day you could see everything in color was the day you pulled him into a kiss. You both were the happiest you’ve ever been. The kiss made you both feel as if you had been touch-starved. Neither of you could get enough of each other.

The kiss had started in the kitchen. You were making breakfast when everything turned from black and white to various vibrant colors. You whipped around to him. He had this lopsided grin on his face as he stared at you.

You marched up to him and kissed him without a second thought. He had been leaning on the wall the separated the kitchen from the living room, but he switched positions so that you were pressed between that wall and him.

“I love you,” Bucky whispers. You begin to smile even wider, your heart hammering in your chest. “You’re-”

“I love you too,” You whisper back to him before kissing him once more. Bucky smiles into the kiss and leans into you even more.

You breathe in deeply when he picks you up. He doesn’t hesitate to take you back to your room. The room he’s spent the last few nights cuddling you in. He lays you down on the bed with a tenderness that has your heart fluttering.

“I love you,” He whispers again. He would tell you that all night. He didn’t want to stop kissing you, stop touching, nor stop telling you how much you meant to him. You changed his world, and you became his world.

#soulmate au #soulmate #bucky #Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #female!reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #Female reader #plus sized reader #mcu #request #one shot #mutant #mutant!reader #enhanced

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arumin-arureruto · 3 years

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I think I like when it rains

AOT College AU

warnings: fluff, slight NSFW towards the end.

Eren x female reader (could be gender neutral if you squint a little) domestic eren

word count: 3.5k

Going home to your and your boyfriend Eren’s dorm after class is usually a calming time for you, going over everything you did throughout the day while listening to music.

Or so you thought.

California is one of the driest states in the country meaning it never rains, so naturally you wouldn’t think to have an umbrella on you, but now as you watched the thick drops fall to the ground at a rapid pace and felt the cold air creeping up at the back of your neck you sure wish you did, or at the very least a jacket. You hated the rain, it did nothing but get you sick and ruin people’s days.

Everyone was still by the building entrance where the roof still covered you, just silently admiring the rain. “Well would ya look at that.” Even your history professor Mr Smith had come outside to see the rain. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to someone, you couldn’t see their contact name but there were 3 red heart emojis next to their name so you assumed it was his spouse. Shortly thereafter your Calculus lll professor Mr Ackerman came outside holding a mug full of a steamy beverage.

“Levi, look it’s raining!”

“I know Erwin, you just texted me that.” Professor Ackerman shot back, sounding bored.

“It’s been almost a year since it’s rained this hard huh?” Professor Smith didn’t seem offended or hurt by Professor Ackerman’s cold response.

“10 months to be exact.” Professor Ackerman took a sip of his warm beverage and gave the mug to Professor Smith. They must be really good friends if they share drinks like that, they kept talking quietly and went back inside. You turned your focus to the group of people that were in front of you.

“Connie I’ll give you 10 bucks if you run out there in just your underwear.” Jean elbowed his friend on the side. “I’ll go if you go, maybe the rain will melt that gunk off your hair” Connie shot back. “Oh this is gonna be good.” Ymir whipped out her phone and went on the camera app, you turned to see Jean smirk at Connie’s response “Bet. And that gunk is called hair gel, not like you would know baldie.” Connie and Jean started stripping and you heard cheers from the small crowd that was there, the loudest cheer being from Marco. “You guys are a bunch of idiots” You heard Sasha saying while putting away her grilled cheese and also getting out her phone. By the time Connie and Jean stripped down to their underwear 80% of the crowd had their phones out while the other 20% looked away not wanting to be associated with this nonsense, among them was Annie who you could tell wanted to see this unfold but also wanted to appear uninterested.

“Hey ‘Mir sorry I took so long I forgot my umbrella- what’s going on?” You turned and saw Historia hurriedly walking towards Ymir with a small blue umbrella and then stopping in her tracks upon seeing semi naked Jean and Connie.

“Hisu babe you have to see this.” Ymir still had her phone aimed at Jean and Connie. “At this point I’m not even surprised.” Historia walked up to Ymir and leaned on her side.

Honestly you wanted to go to your dorm and chill with your boyfriend but this felt like a disaster waiting to happen so you stuck around to watch.

“Ok on 3 you both run out in the rain!” You heard Sasha yelling and Connie and Jean yelling something back in agreement.

“Ok 1… 2… 3!” After the 3 you saw both boys sprinting into the rain with Jean in the front and Connie a little behind and heard cheers from the crowd, those cheers turned into laughter a couple seconds after when Jean slipped and ended up tripping Connie, which resulted in both boys face first into the ground. Now a group of around 15 people had a video of Jean and Connie slipping and falling face first in the middle of the rain in their underwear, which surprisingly enough is not the most embarrassing thing they’ve done. Ok now that you saw the mess unfold it was time to get home.

You braced yourself and stepped out into the rain, it was so loud that after taking a couple steps you could barely even hear the crowd by the entrance talking anymore. You walked past Jean and Connie and heard them talk to you “Hey y/n” they both said at once. You stopped and kneeled down to be able to hear them better. “Y’all good?” The boys were still on the ground, either not wanting to or not able to get up. “We didn't break anything, the rain just feels nice, you should take your clothes off and come lie with us.” It was hard to hear Jean’s voice over the rain. “Cute, but Eren is probably waiting for me so maybe next time.” You got up and continued walking. “Yoo y/n tell Eren he’s free to come take his clothes off with us in the rain any time he wants.” After Connie said this you heard both boys laugh. “Yeahh tell than hunk we miss him and that he’s fucked if he doesn’t come over tomorrow to Armin’s dorm for movie night, and you better come too” Jean’s voice was barely audible but you understood the message, not feeling like yelling something back you just gave him a thumbs up and turned around to continue walking.

Thank god you chose a pair of old sneakers and some not so nice clothes to class today since you know that by the time you get to your dorm you’ll be soaking wet, well you were already soaking wet but still. After walking for almost 10 minutes you were able to see your residence hall, at that point there was so much water inside your shoes it could probably fill a jar. The thick raindrops went inside your shirt and slid down your bare back giving you shivers, it also didn’t help you were only wearing a thin t-shirt and a pair of jeans. By the time you were almost by your residence hall’s entrance you spotted Armin and Mikasa both coming out and each opening their umbrellas, Mikasa with a dark red one and Armin with a salmon one covered in what appeared to be big yellow polka dots. When they saw you they both immediately rushed to open the door so you wouldn’t have to stop and look for your access card.

“Y/n oh my god are you ok?” Armin started fretting over you. “I’m fine I just was not expecting rain at all today so I came totally unprepared.” You laughed. Mikasa got a small towel from her tote bag and handed it to you so you could dry your face.

“Thanks Mikasa- Oh my god you will not believe what that boyfriend of yours did today”

“I’m scared to ask what happened this time.”

“He dared Connie to run out in the rain in his underwear and Connie said he would only do it if Jean did it too so both of them ran into the rain almost naked and ended up slipping and falling, they’re fine tho but when I was leaving they were both still on the ground because apparently the rain felt nice.” After you were done telling the story you saw mikasa’s hand quickly cover her mouth, you thought she was shocked and concerned but then you noticed her trying to muffle her laughing. “Y’know what? there is nothing he could do that would surprise me at this point.” all 3 of you were laughing thinking about the “Chaos Quartet”, an affectionate nickname your group had given Jean, Connie, Sasha and Marco. Armin stopped laughing and started talking “Anyways we gotta go ‘cuz we’re picking up Jean and Annie since they have no umbrellas either, though at this point I’m pretty sure Jean doesn’t need it anymore. Oh y/n by the way are you and eren coming over tomorrow for our movie night?”

“Oh yeah definitely, is it our usual group?”

“Yup, you, me, annie, mikasa, eren, jean, connie, sasha, marco, reiner, berthold, ymir and historia.”

“Cool I’m bringing brownies then, this time I’ll make enough because last time Ymir, Connie and Mikasa hogged them.” you jokingly pointed at Mikasa and she laughed.

“What can I say? They had peanut M&Ms in them, I had no control.” the 3 of you laughed again.

“Ok now we actually gotta get going, see ya y/n.” Mikasa and Armin waved to you and you went your separate ways.

You waved them bye and started going up the stairs. Your entire friend group all ending up not only in the same residence hall but also all on the same floor was sheer dumb luck. Since it was your third year you each had your own dorm but the couples ended up all just moving in together to make things easier, the only couple that didn’t live together was Mikasa and Jean but you’re sure they had their reasons, plus they lived a couple doors down from each other so they probably just didn’t wanna have to go through all the trouble of moving all their stuff. Since there was no one outside your friend group on that floor and Marco was your RA you pretty much had the entire floor to yourselves which was a blessing and a curse at the same time. There were the good parts like going down to someone’s dorm to hang out or running into each other at your floor’s communal kitchen, and then there were the not so good parts which included Sasha and Connie having a contest on who can cough the loudest at 3am, either way you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

You were so lost in thought you almost passed your dorm, you got out your keys and opened the door wanting nothing more than to desperately shower and go to bed. You had barely walked in and locked the door when you heard your boyfriend’s voice. “Young lady, shoes off NOW I just finished sweeping the floor.” Eren walked out of your shared bedroom shirtless and with his hair in a messy bun while holding a spray bottle and rag. “Sorry” You leaned on the wall behind you and took off your sneakers. “Good, come here.” Eren came up to you and gave you a quick peck on the lips and instantly flinched. “Eren what’s wrong?” Did you have bad breath? You didn’t even open your mouth, why did he flinch? “Y/n oh my god your lips are freezing.” Eren’s voice was concerned, he took your bag and set it down while dragging you to the bathroom inside your bedroom. “You’re shivering too, this could be hypothermia, are you feeling drowsy or have shallow breath?.” You shook your head.

When you got to the bathroom Eren started a warm shower and told you to start undressing, “Enjoying the show creepy man standing in my bathroom?” You joked, Eren shook his head “I am here solely for medical reasons, what if you have hypothermia? As a med student it would be irresponsible to leave a patient alone-” You rolled your eyes and threw your wet jeans at him and he caught it. “I didn’t know being a pervert was a medical reason.” You took your wet shirt plus your underwear off and stepped into the shower stall, the warm water seemed to relax every muscle in your body. A soft aroma of tea tree filled your nose, it definitely wasn’t any of your shower products but it smelled so good you wished you did own something with that same scent. Eren was outside of the shower stall putting your clothes in the hamper and drying up the water trail you left behind when he saw you sniffing the air with your eyes closed and a small smile on your lips. “Shower mist” Your boyfriend's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Hm?” you had heard him just not fully comprehended since the relaxing smell mixed with the warm water made the world around you melt. “Shower mist, I got 2 different kinds and a bunch of other cool stuff at the Marshalls outside of campus.” “You went to Marshalls?” you asked incredulously. “Yeahh wait while you shower I’m gonna show you all the stuff I got, don’t move” Where would you go? Still you continued washing yourself while Eren walked to the living room and came back holding 2 large bags. He sat down on the toilet lid and made sure you were paying attention to him before he started his little haul.

“Ok so I got the 2 shower mists, the one I sprayed right now is tea tree and this one is lavender and vanilla, I got it cuz it kinda smells like your lotion. Then we got those 2 tubes of those facemasks you like, the ones that you use the little spatula to put on your face. Next we have 3 candles because I know you love candles and they were on clearance so I got them. I also got this bird plushie because he looked so cool, I’m naming him Eren Jr, he’s our son now so be nice to him. Then I saw this pack of 2 robes for $10 which was insane cuz feel how soft they are. Then lastly I got these essential oils you can use for massages and stuff. Oh and I also got a bunch of cool snacks and cooking stuff but I already put all of that in the cupboards.” You were listening intently while Eren was giving you a rundown of everything he bought that day. “I’m scared to ask how much this all cost.” He had gotten a lot of stuff, but since you both worked and didn’t spend that much money every month it wouldn’t be that bad, plus it was Marshalls so probably wasn’t much, especially the one near your campus since it was known for being cheaper than most. “That’s the best part, all of this cost me less than $60, most of the stuff was on clearance anyways.”

You turned off the water and Eren handed you one of the robes, it was dark grey and it reached your knees. He was right, they did feel luxurious. “That’s great sweetheart, so we have a son now huh?” you asked him and walked out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom. He walked towards your bed and picked up a bird plushie about the size of a basketball. “Yes we do, I was thinking of texting my mom that we had a son just to freak her out.” Eren had both arms wrapped around the bird and seemed to be squeezing it. “You should bring Eren Jr. to movie night tomorrow.” you went to the closet to pick out an outfit, you ended up choosing some spandex shorts, a tank top and one of Eren’s sweatshirts since it was kinda cold inside your dorm. You took off your robe and started rubbing lotion on your arms and legs, meanwhile Eren headed towards your bed and collapsed with Eren Jr. in his arms.

“Oh yeah I saw Armin and Marco talking about it in the groupchat, we still have to decide on a movie tho.” You finished putting on lotion and started getting dressed. “I’m down for anything except action.” As soon as you finished saying that sentence you felt a pillow hit the back of your head. “Get out, I can’t live with someone that has horrible taste in films.” You turned around. “Sorry I don’t wanna watch The Rock save the world from some weird catastrophe with like 20 explosions throughout the movie.” You tried to sound offended but it was hard staying serious. “There’s no cure for bad taste but I hope you get better.” You laughed even harder.

- “Speaking of the movie night I said I was bringing brownies, do you know what time they’re planning on meeting up at Armin’s?” you asked.

- “I think Armin said at 7.”

- ”So for them to be fresh when we get there I should start preparing them at 6.”

- “You should make slutty brownies.” Eren had his face on a pillow so you couldn’t understand him well.

-”I should make what?” You thought you heard him saying slutty brownies.

-”Slutty brownies, y’know the one where it’s cookie dough at the bottom, oreos in the middle and then brownie mix at the top.” Eren talked and showed with his hands where each layer went.

-”Those are called slutty brownies?” You had never heard that term before.

-”Yeah, what did you call them?” He asked, amused.

-”I just called them layered brownies.” You said while brushing your damp hair.

-”But that’s too long.”

-”Better than slut shaming the brownies.” Both you and Eren started laughing, then both your phones pinged with a message from the groupchat, Sasha had sent the video of Jean and Connie falling in the rain.

- “SASHA I TOLD YOU TO DELETE THAT.”

- “sorry Jean I’ll be keeping this and showing it at your wedding”

- “PLS”

- ”shut up ymir”

- “connie lock ur doors I’m coming to your dorm and beating your ass”

- “fly high ☹️”

- “rest in pieces Conman😕”

- “I saw Ymir leave our dorm holding a flip flop and then I see Marco and Jean mourning Connie over text so now it makes sense ”

- “Hi historia 😃”

- “Hi Reiner…”

- “poor connie 😖 mans died before ever growing hair 😢”

- “EREN”

- “Eren foul for that one”

- “connie will be missed… well… eh”

- “Y/N”

- “both eren and y/n menaces bro”

- “^^^”

After sending that last text you put your phone to charge by your bedside table, closed the curtains and opened the window a little so you could let some fresh air into the room and turned off the lights. “I hope this goes where I think it is.” Eren said this and took his hair out of the bun, you laughed. “I’m tired you pervert, come lay down with me.” Eren adjusted himself to a comfortable position while you got on the bed, after you were also in a comfortable position he put his arms around you and placed his face on the crook of your neck. He inhaled and exhaled, his breath tickled you. “You always smell so good it should be illegal” After he said that you felt Eren peppering your neck with kisses. “Eren stop that tickles.” “Good.” He climbed on top of you and kept bombarding your neck with little kisses while you laughed, after a couple seconds you felt him stop. He raised his head and his eyes met yours, those sea green eyes felt like they were staring deep into your soul, “Eren.” you whispered. Without saying a word he slowly brought his face close to yours and let the tip of his nose caress your cheek. “I love the way you smell, I love the way your skin feels, the way you whisper my name, how soft your lips are when we kiss, you’re my own personal brand of heroin and I’m an addict.”

You put your arms around his neck and whispered his name again “Eren.” It’s like something inside him snapped, he kissed you on the lips but this time it was different than the ones he had given you on your neck, this kiss left you breathless. You felt his tongue enter your mouth and shivers go down your spine. Eren’s hand traveled from your collarbone down to your belly button leaving goosebumps where he touched. Your hand went from his neck to his hair and you tugged at him, a groan escaped Eren’s mouth and even though it was dark you swear you could see him blush. You giggled and he gave you one more kiss before getting off of you and laying back down by your side and putting his arm back around your waist. “WAIT.” Eren yelled in your ear and got off the bed quickly. “Eren what happened???” did he have to go to the bathroom…? “Eren Jr. was on the floor, y/n how could you let that happen? Sorry bud I promise this won’t happen.” Eren hugged the bird. “Sorry I wasn’t really thinking about a bird plushie while you had your tongue shoved down my throat.” you shot back jokingly. Eren shook his head and came back to bed with Eren Jr. in his arms. “Please forgive your parents Eren Jr.” Eren layed back down and let you snuggle the plushie while he snuggled you, he gave you a kiss on the cheek and whispered in your ear. “You’re my sunshine, good night my love.” “Good night Eren.” Even though it wasn’t late yet, laying in your dark room feeling your boyfriend’s arms around you and hearing the rain you thought to yourself “I think I like when it rains.”

a/n: perhaps a part 2 of their movie night if anyone wants it?

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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Funny, Crack and Humour Fics (Part 1)

I’ve been reading your johnlock fan fic recs for quite sometimes and it had been amazing!!

Can you suggest me some fics which are funny and smutty?or just fun to read?

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jonlokfe asked: Hi Steph, do you have a fan fiction Johnlock humor? O partys with scotland yard?

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Hi Lovelies!

Ahh, I’ve gotten a lot of requests lately for funny fics, and I’ve decided to finally just update it. I did a list a LONG time ago, but just never updated it since then. So I guess that’s what I’m doing this time around!

Because I have SO MANY FICS that all the links disappeared, I’m going to release this list in 2 Parts: First half is today, and next weekend I’ll post up the other half of the list <3

So enjoy this week’s list: the shorter fics :)

FUNNY, CRACK, and HUMOUR FICS (Part 1)

See also: Funny and Fluffy Stories

This Kiss by suitesamba (T, 731 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Drunkenness, Angst, Stag Night) – Stag Night - back at 221B - in a world where Mrs. Hudson doesn’t interrupt the guessing game with the client. Part 1 of The “This” Series

Reunited by MockJayPhoenix12 (K, 753 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Humour, Reunion) – Everything is falling right back into place, but it’s just a little too quick for John. One-shot, drabble, non-slash.

Cigarettes and Shampoo by laura0506 (T, 783 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship) – John goes to the shops to meet someone he wasn’t supposed to.

Concussions And Good Old Fashioned Awkwardness by Belldere (K+, 894 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Hospitals, Mild John Whump, Misunderstandings, Platonic Relationship, Concussions, Not-Gay John, Possessive Sherlock) – When John lands himself in hospital… again, all he wants is to just get out of there as soon as possible, too bad his doctor has other ideas about where John may be getting his injuries. Good thing concussions make everything strangely funnier.

A Need To Know Basis by mattsloved1 (G, 934 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Romance) – As the cab door shut firmly, the DI had yelled out they were to make an appearance at Scotland Yard the next day. It was while John watched London pass by that it happened.

Tidying Up by mattsloved1 (K+, 951 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship) – John comes home to a thoroughly cleaned flat. Or so it seems.

Realisation by Susie.Donym (K+, 957 w., 1 Ch. || Sally POV, Pre-Slash / Friendship, Humour) – It takes her a while but Sally finally makes a huge realisation.

Texts and Tea by JillianWatson1058 (K, 959 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Texting, Humour, Fluff, POV John, Cranky John) – A John who is woken up at 2:30 in the morning is not a happy John. Sherlock, frankly, doesn’t care. He just wants his tea.

My Unfortunately Average Sized Cranium by Haelia (K+, 996 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Headache, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Past Drug Use, Doctor John) – In which Sherlock has a migraine. ALMOST Johnlock. Not quite.

Secrets by 796116311389 (G, 1,084 w., 1 Ch. || Drunk Sherlock, Drunk Confessions, Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending, Pining Sherlock) – “He is the best person in the world and sometimes I get sad because I’m not. Not his best person.”

Mizzle by MrsNoggin (K, 1,233 w., 1 Ch || Friendship, Fluff, Platonic Johnlock, Humour, Slice of Life) – John can’t decide if it’s raining or not. Sherlock doesn’t understand.

Hallucinations can’t open doors by Bespectacled dreamer (K+, 1,330 w., 1 Ch. || Reunion, Hurt / Comfort, Friendship, Hallucinations, John’s Wedding, Light Humour) – In which John gets married and Sherlock gets a broken nose.

God Save The Queen by Alice Day (K+, 1,398 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Mystery, Friendship) – Sherlock has a new case. John is petrified. The Queen is amused.

Out on da pull by I-O-U-a-picture (T, 1,375 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship) – John going ‘out on da pull’ and getting so close to getting digits so many times but Sherlock just conveniently keeps turning up prattling on about eyeballs in the microwave…

Three Ways Sherlock Conformed to His Stereotype by Jennistar1 (K+, 1,445 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Cranky Sherlock) – “It’s a hat.” / Urge to roll eyes, quashed. “Yes. I can see that.” / “It’s called a deerstalker.”

You Should Have Let Me Sleep! by theraggedypond (T, 1,542 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Sleepy Sherlock, Cranky Sherlock, Domestics) – After a three day case with no sleep and hardly any food, Sherlock is recovering from it by playing comatose. John finds out what happens when you wake up London’s favorite consulting detective.

Happy Birthday John by Starlight05 (K, 1,580 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, John’s Birthday, Shopping, 3rd Person POV John) – When an important date comes up, Sherlock finds himself doing something he never has before - shopping! But will he succeed and manage to get his best friend a present?

and yes I said yes I will Yes by Mithen (T, 1,662 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Humour, Est. Rel. Marriage Proposal) – Sherlock has deduced that John is going to propose to him, and he’s ready to accept. If only John would actually get around to it…

You Can Imagine The Christmas Dinners by johnsarmylady (T, 1,780 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Family, Introspection, Fluff, Post-ASIP) – Set the morning after a Study in Pink, John sits and contemplates Mycroft’s words.

In Which John is a BAMFy MoFo, OMG! by Kantayra (T, 1,835 w., 1 Ch. || Humour) – John’s BAMFness and Sherlock’s damsel-in-distress act are caught forever on camera. So Scotland Yard can mock. A lot.

The Video Footage by bitchinblackframedglasses (K, 1,894 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Fluff, ASiB Missing Scene) – What exactly DID Lestrade film Sherlock doing in A Scandal in Belgravia? Sherlock wants to know, and John tells him.

The Adventure of the Mysterious Appearance of Tissues by Gwen’s Blue Box (K+, 1,910 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Humour, Sick John, Caring Sherlock, Hurt/Comfort) – In which there is a case, John has caught a cold and is not interested in investigating, Mrs Hudson is away and Sherlock does the shopping.

Baskerville After Dark by Ttime42 (T, 1,921 w., 1 Ch. || THoB, Friendship, Humor, Bed Sharing, Missing Scenes, Cranky John, Cuddles) – John and Sherlock have to share a bed at Baskerville. Gen, but can be preslash.

Text Me When It’s Over by immaculately-flawed (K+, 1,937 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Humour, Post-TRF, Texting, Sort-Of Pining Sherlock) – After the fall Sherlock starts writing texts to John. Of course, he never sends them… Until he does by accident. Post Reichenbach fic but not angsty.

Cards by Caighlee (K+, 1,954 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Humour, Games) – Sherlock has been without a case for a few days and Molly’s suggested experiment - something with a pig head (ew) - is losing it’s appeal. Can John come up with something that’ll distract Sherlock for a bit longer? And how did John pull off that card trick? Sherlock’ll never know because a magician never tells a secret. Except maybe when faced with a smiling Consulting Detective.

The Perfect Place by SilverSmile (K+, 1,955 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Romance, 5 and Ones, Fluff, Experiments, Bed Sharing) – Sherlock attempts to find the perfect place to sleep, but his little experiment proves to be far more difficult than expected.

They’re Taking My Wisdom by whitchry9 (K+, 1,939 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Drugging, Dentists, Friendship, Anxious Sherlock, Humour) – Sherlock goes to the dentist. Of course, being Sherlock, things have to be complicated. Oh and drugs. They’re always fun.

Foresight by niffler09 (K, 2,015 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Holmes Brother Bickering) – It’s raining and neither John nor Sherlock have an umbrella so they huddle under Sherlock’s coat. And then Mycroft walks past and makes smartass remarks.

Caught in the Act – by Mycroft by ShirleyCarlton (E, 2,040 w., 1 Ch. || Unintended Voyeurism, Mycroft’s POV, Blow Job, Humour) – Mycroft had only planted the camera for Sherlock’s own good, simply to keep an eye on his little brother and make sure he was alright. He hadn’t quite meant to see his brother this content, however… Part 4 of Caught In The Act

Never Have I Ever by Hannelore-Grace (T, 2,073 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Drinking Games) – In which the Yarders, Sherlock, and John play the time-honored drinking game.

Denial Isn’t Just a River in Egypt by satanatemycat (T, 2,107 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Texting, Bored/Cranky Sherlock) – In which John makes a bet with a co-worker. If he wins, she shuts up about him and Sherlock being a couple. If he loses… well, that doesn’t matter, because he won’t lose. Because he and Sherlock ARE NOT a couple. Right?

The Imminent Danger of a Tumblr-Night by Loveismyrevolution (T, 2,135 w., 1 Ch. || Tumblr Fics, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock is Out of His Depth, Humour, Fluff, Pining Sherlock, Military Kink, POV Sherlock) – Sherlock gets into trouble when he pretends to know all about John’s favourite social media site - tumblr. To save face he seeks help from one of the bloggers and gains more answers than he had aimed for.

At Least Make It Interesting by amythedork (K, 2,140 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Angst) – “You’ve reached Sherlock Holmes. For the love of God, if you’re going to leave a message, at least make it an interesting one. If this is Mycroft, then piss off.” / A series of voicemails John left Sherlock throughout their time together.

The Case of the Missing Blogger by nicknack22 (K, 2,147 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Humour, Friendship, Worried / Anxious Sherlock) – Alternately titled, The Case of the Oblivious Consulting Detective. In which Sherlock comes out of his mind palace to discover John missing. 221B does not fair well as a result.

Spilt Milk by Erin Giles (K+, 2,222 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort) – John comes back from a trip to the supermarket only to take a trip up the stairs. Both shopping and blood are spilled leaving Sherlock to play the role of Doctor.

A Study in Lace by KarlyAnne (E, 2,320 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Crafty Sherlock, Tiny Lace Panties / Lingerie, Domestics, Experiments, Oral, Masturbation) – “Why do you suppose he was doing that?” “Why do I suppose who was doing what?” “The room. The lace. The secrecy. He was playing with fire in everything he did, and didn’t care one bit. But he had a secret chamber, carefully concealed, solely for the purpose of making lace lingerie. Obviously for personal use. Why?“ Part 1 of The Unintentional Crafts of Sherlock Holmes

Reunions, Rowdiness and Phone Calls by Jennistar1 (T, 2,348 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Drunk John, Low-Key Pining Sherlock) – John goes on a school reunion and gets drunk. Sherlock solves some crimes and gets some interesting phone calls.

Work On Your Balance by speculate (K+, 2,448 w., 1 Ch. || Embarrassed Sherlock, “For A Case”, Skating, Fluff, Friendship, Humour) – In which John is actually pretty good at ice skating, Sherlock’s not and insists it’s all for a case , and Lestrade is pretty amused by it all.

Wintery Hell by Belldere (K+, 2,457 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship & Humour, Christmas) – With Sherlock being roped into spending Christmas with his family, John had his own Christmas all planned out with his other friends and family… That is until he’s extended a forceful invitation from Mycroft and an assumption from Sherlock who, once again, failed to notice John wasn’t in the room when he 'asked’.

Manipulation by sixbynine (K+, 2,566 w., 1 Ch. || Experimenting John, Reverse Psychology) – John Watson is not as unobservant as Sherlock thinks, nor is he above using what he knows. Even if it is just to make sure Sherlock eats and sleeps.

Not Rocket Science by Nitrospira (T, 2,571 w., 1 Ch. || Drama, Humour) – Sherlock and John Watson are handcuffed to a bed while investigating a double homicide on the International Space Station. But Sherlock isn’t sure which is more tedious: a killer on the loose or John’s endless complaints.

Nothing Left Untouched by ForeverShippingJohnlock (K+, 2,617 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Romance, Bed Sharing, Oblivious Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Grumpy John, Fluff and Cuddles) – Sherlock rearranges the flat. So what if John’s bedroom is now a research library. It’s not like John needs a bedroom, he can share with Sherlock. They’re friends and John has obviously slept in close quarters with men before and it’s not like Sherlock sleeps much anyway. It’ll be fine.

Insomnia by TheSingingGirl (K+, 2,635 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Humour, Bed Sharing, Sleepy Sherlock) – Sleep is merely the next frontier in what has become the battle to keep Sherlock alive. It’s because of this that John ends up in bed with a sociopath.

John’s Drawers by JezebelGoldstone (T, 2,646 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, First Kiss, Romance, Humour) – Sherlock snoops through John’s drawers and finds something… unexpected.

BBCSH 'The Comfort of Company’ by tigersilver (T, 2,769 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF/Mary, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Bed Sharing, Grumpy John, Touching, Clingy/Handsy Sherlock, Cranky Sherlock, Fluff and Light Angst) – It’s a trope that John and Sherlock end up sharing in the same bed eventually and I admit I do adore it unconditionally, along with all it infers as to the lowering of defenses and the heightening of trust. I put forth for your consideration that the notion persists because those who think about these things realize these two men are each in dire need of some good company.

Bored Games by patster223 (K+, 2,769 w., 1 Ch. || Cluedo / Board Games, Friendship, Humour) – Sherlock is bored and John decides that they should play Cluedo. In retrospect, it was a truly awful decision.

Your love it feels so good by Hotaru_Tomoe (E, 2,843 w., 1 Ch. || Gay Club / Gay Bar, Lingerie, Stripping, Anal, Crossdressing, Strip Tease, First Time) – Sherlock is last at a quiz night and is forced by Anderson to perform in a gay stripclub. John must be with him, because he will have to record the performance. Sherlock takes the task very seriously. Part 20 of The English job

Tipsy by katkin (T, 2,781 w., 2 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Drunk Sherlock) – "I love everyone in this room,” he announced proudly.“I know you do, buddy,” John replied “Which is why you’re going to clean this carpet in the morning. Because you’re a good friend.” “I am a good friend!” Sherlock agreed.

All in a Day by chappysmom (K+, 2,920 w., 1 Ch. || Kidnapping, Sherlock POV, Humour, Light Angst, BAMF John) – Oddly enough, it seemed like this time, Sherlock had been kidnapped for no other reason than to pressure John. In other words, this had nothing to do with him. Really, this on top of the blow to the head was enough to make him dizzy.

33 by Indigo Blue.x (K+, 2,936 w., 1 Ch. || Humour) – “I haven’t made a zombie,” Sherlock says scathingly, which would be more convincing if there were not a zombie in the flat.

Right Foot Red by Irrevocably_Sherlocked (E, 3,089 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss/Time, Board Games, Frottage, Masturbation, PWP, Friends to Lovers, Come as Lube, Come Marking) – …ok, it’s juvenile, but at least it’s a game where touching is allowed. And if something more were to happen, well, John can’t say he’d be too upset about that. “What are the rules of this game?” Sherlock asks, the disdain evident on the word ‘game’. “I spin, you do as I say.” John thinks he sees a slight widening of those pale grey eyes at that, just for a fraction of a second, before it is shut down. Oh, this is interesting, he thinks.

The Sweetest Taste In The World by crossroads (G, 3,121 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Jealous Sherlock, Fluff, Pining, Friends to Lovers) – The sweetest taste in the world is rarely ever the easiest to come by.

How to Court Your Blogger by PipMer (K+, 3,124 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Humour, Fluff) – Sherlock Holmes sets out to court his flatmate. Things might progress more rapidly if he would inform said flatmate of his intentions.

Entanglement by orphan_account (G, 3,218 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Confessions, Physics, Texting, Christmas, Mind Palace, Sick Fic, Fluff, Humour, Holidays) - On Christmas Eve, snow covers London, John visits Harry, and Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson untangle some knots.

Bathroom Accessories by Evenlodes_Friend (E, 3,324 w., 1 Ch. || Sex Toys, Butt Plug, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Horny Sherlock, John’s Patience Wears Thin, Humour, Bottomlock) – John discovers that Sherlock has been playing with some very adult toys in the bath.

Apodyopsis by QuinnAnderson (E, 3,347 w.,1 Ch. || PWP, Rough Sex, Table Sex, Anal, Sexual Tension) – Apodyopsis: (æpəʊdaɪˈɒpsɪs) noun. the act of mentally undressing someone. Part 2 of Undressed

Twas The Night by xox-hattii-xox (K+, 3,356 w., 1 Ch. || Humour & Friendship, Christmas, Domestics, Fluff) – Twas the night before Christmas…and Sherlock has had just about enough of the whole thing! 'Really, John, a Santa Hat’ Christmas in 221b, and Sherlock just wants it over with.

The Second Law of Thermodynamics by entanglednow (T, 3,614 w., 1 Ch. || Asexual Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Sharing Body Heat) – In which there’s no heating and there’s a dead owl in Sherlock’s bed. Part 1 of Thermodynamics

Doesn’t Follow Me Everywhere by Janec Shannon (T, 3,784 w., 1 Ch. || Humour and Friendship) – “He doesn’t follow me everywhere, you know.” Silly John, of course he does what with your penchant for getting kidnapped.

Paranoia by Ewebie (M, 3,789 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Drinking Games, Scotland Yard Gang, Jealous / Possessive Sherlock, Inappropriate Questions, Embarrassed John, Matchmakers) – John and Sherlock join the gang of Scotland Yard for a night of drinking, and it gets a bit personal and revealing.

Equine Arse Anonymity by Kayjaykayme (E, 3,834 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Public Sex, Coming in Pants, Humour, Halloween, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock needs to speak with suspects at a fancy dress ball. He chooses a couple’s costume for himself and John. It is logical, practical and well thought out. John doesn’t agree and exacts sweet revenge.

Well Begun Is Half Done by Avice (E, 3,897 w.,1 Ch. || Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Anal/Oral, Seduction, John in Charge, Pining Sherlock, John’s Penis, Bottomlock) – Sherlock is putting together an elaborate plan of seducing John. John grows tired of waiting and takes matters into his own hands.

Jukebox by standbygo (T, 3,990 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Singing/Music, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Humour, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss) – After the music halls of Sherlock’s mind palace get damaged by accident, John learns that Sherlock never forgets a song. Even the ones he’d rather forget. But the random singalong brings some unexpected benefits.

Tree Topper by May_Shepard (E, 4,017 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas Tree, Christmas Fluff, Drunken Shenanigans, Smut, First Time, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock and John are celebrating Christmas the best way they know how–alone together, with booze. They’ve almost finished decorating their tree, but John is determined to find the best way to top it.

The Oolong Disaster by unicornpoe (T, 4,151 w., 1 Ch. || John’s Beard, Fluff, Humour, Frustrated Sherlock, John Takes Care of Sherlock, Case Fic-ish, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Possessive Sherlock) – John has a beard. Sherlock has a panic attack.

Sherlock Holmes and the Mysterious Piercing by Lorelei_Lee (E, 4,130 w., 1 Ch. || Travelling, Sherlock is Loud, Secrets, Genital Piercing, First Time, Licking, Coming Nearly Untouched) – John discovers by chance that Sherlock has a piercing. To his surprise John can’t stop thinking about it…

Date Night by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 4,451 w., 1 Ch. || Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Caring John, Schmoopy Fluff, Fidget Cube, Baking / Cooking, Date Night, Established Relationship, POV Sherlock Holmes, Understanding John, Grumpy Sherlock, John’s Bum, Kisses, Hugs, Domestic Fluff, Touching, Hair Petting, Light Humour) – It’s John and Sherlock’s first Date Night as an official couple and Sherlock needs it to be PERFECT. Mrs Hudson helps. Part 7 of I-J’s Tumblr Ficlet Collection

The Care and Keeping of Your Mad Genius by Janieshi (T, 4,553 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TGG, Friendship, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Light Humour/Teasing, Alternating POV, Cranky Sherlock) – If he hadn’t been so focused on holding the bastard still, John would have laughed aloud. This maniac really thought John was the pet in this dynamic?

Because Blah Blah Blah Happy by cwb (E, 4,578 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Cuddles, Kissing, First Kiss, Requited Love, Pining Sherlock) – John is entirely done with the milk situation and gives Sherlock a list of shit he’s pissed about. Sherlock sets out to make John happy. John is happy. Sherlock makes his own list. They are both very, very happy.

Carry On by Mazarin221b (M, 4,647 w., 1 Ch. || 5 and Ones, H/C, Afghanistan, Frottage, Hand Jobs, First Time, Drunk John, Hospitals, Humour, Soft Sex) – Five times John didn’t want to be carried, and one time he did.

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 5,034 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing… rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same…

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i know i request so many fics, but i love your writing so damn much i can’t help myself. since it’s getting closer to winter, i think this would be a cute one shot: natasha and yelena getting snowed into the avengers compound with the rest of the team. queue lots of cuddling, hot cocoa and being buried under blankets together, and both girls wearing hoodies and pajamas. maybe as a bonus, the team being so happy and feeling warm and fuzzy inside because both of the girls who have been through so much are happy and content together. soft domestic stuff, where everyone is happy and alive lol. thank you!! i continue to love your writing everyday, and i reread your fics all the time. you truly have an amazing talent, and i think you’re so awesome! hugs, and thank you again!! 🥰🥰

A/N: Oh, my gosh, thank you so much 🥺💖 You are just the sweetest! You are an incredible writer and it means a lot to hear that from you!

And thank you so, so much for this wonderful request! This was so adorable, and I love writing some fluff for my girls 🥰

I hope you enjoy! 😊

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“Okay, so great news… The soonest that a snow plough guy can get here is tomorrow afternoon,” Tony announced, irritation rolling off of him as he strode into the room to address the group gathered there that consisted of Peter, Natasha, Yelena, Steve, Sam, and Clint.

Yelena and Natasha shared a glance, the both of them having aimed on going back home for the night, but now that this development had occurred, they knew they were going to be stuck there for a while longer.

The Avengers had gathered for a meeting, snow falling quite a bit outside, and they all had elected to stay in for a bit until the snow stopped falling so intensely. However, when they had went downstairs to check and see how the ground was looking, they realized that they were completely stuck by masses of fallen snow covering the doors.

“So we’re snowed in?” Peter questioned, looking worried as he pointed out the obvious.

“Looks that way, kid,” Tony replied, folding his arms over his chest. Yelena just shrugged, not seeming too disturbed by the whole thing.

“Well, we might as well get comfortable,” Yelena informed him, shifting her weight from either side as she looked at the staircase carefully. Natasha noticed her glances and was beginning to get a good idea of what Yelena was planning.

After a moment of quiet, Yelena just shrugged.

“Well, if no one needs us and since we have nothing better to do, we will be back shortly to join you,” Yelena told them, and Natasha immediately knew what Yelena meant by the statement. Yelena took the silence as her cue to grab Natasha’s hand firmly in her own and tug her sister to their room in the tower.

The blonde was a little bit sleepy and given the longing glances she kept giving Natasha, the redhead knew that she wanted cuddles. And the best way to give cuddles was to be dressed in more comfortable clothes than they were in at the moment. Natasha honestly thought it was absolutely adorable, and she wanted to

Soon enough, they were both in their shared room, and Yelena started to pilfer through the dresser, pulling out a pair of pajama bottoms and throwing them at Natasha quickly.

Natasha just huffed fondly before removing her jeans and replacing them with her pajama pants. Yelena then proceeded to change her cargo pants to a pair of pajamas. Natasha narrowed her eyes a little with a slight smile.

“Are those my pants?” Natasha questioned, and Yelena just glanced at her slightly.

“If they are, what’re you going to do about it?” Yelena challenged, and Natasha just raised an eyebrow.

“Y’know, if you like my clothes so much, why don’t you just go to the store and try to replicate my wardrobe?” Natasha asked, and Yelena shook her head.

“It would not be the same because I wouldn’t be aggravating you nearly as much,” Yelena informed her, and Natasha simply rolled her eyes, well-aware of the true reason.

She knew that Yelena just liked wearing her stuff because it made her feel safe and she liked the smell of them. Natasha knew this because she felt the same way every time that she wore Yelena’s vest. It was why Yelena’s vest was what she wore any time she was sad. Such a strong piece of her sister really helped her through things.

They soon enough changed clothes, and Yelena grabbed Natasha’s hand firmly.

“Let’s go downstairs to the big, comfy chair,” Yelena told her happily, and Natasha just chuckled as she let Yelena drag her along. She held her weight back a little just to give Yelena a bit of a hard time.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay up here? We’re already at the bed, and it’s comfy, too,” Natasha offered with a smile, teasing her just a little, and Yelena stopped, looking at Natasha with a completely unimpressed expression.

“But it’s not like the recliner. And besides, I’m hoping that the Star Spangled Speedo will make some of his famous hot chocolate,” Yelena told her, and Natasha just grinned knowingly, immediately understanding precisely why Yelena was in such a hurry to get back downstairs.

Natasha let Yelena drag her back downstairs, and they quickly arrived back in the main room. All of the guys except for Steve were distributed across the couches, but the recliner was left alone. Something told Natasha that Tony and Clint had something to do with it if their fond gazes and nods in her direction were anything to go by.

Natasha sat down first, situating herself in the chair, and she let out a grunt as soon as Yelena let all of her weight fall down on her older sister. Natasha wrapped her arms around Yelena, and the blonde just rested her head on Natasha’s chest happily. She then looked up, glancing about before settling her gaze on Peter.

“Hey, where did America the Brave run off to?” Yelena questioned, and Peter grinned widely.

“I asked him to make some hot chocolate as soon as you left. He should be back soon,” Peter excitedly informed her, and Yelena smiled, full of satisfaction as she just chuckled happily.

“Ah, little Peter, you’re a boy after my own heart,” Yelena told him. He wrinkled his nose slightly at the nickname, but mostly ignored it. Yelena had been calling him that since she met him and his dislike for it had slowly faded as he realized the fondness behind it.

After a few moments of the guys talking happily with Natasha adding her input occasionally, Yelena started to shift uncomfortably on top of Natasha, sticking her cold nose against Natasha’s neck.

“I’m cold,” Yelena whined softly, her words quiet as she uttered them so that only Natasha could hear. Of course, Peter could hear as well due to his enhanced senses, but Natasha knew that Yelena did not feel judged by him and trusted the boy because of his undyingly kind heart.

“And I’m warm,” Natasha replied to her, her voice full of teasing as she raised an eyebrow at the younger woman. Natasha’s hands were cold, but she was mostly focused on the warmth radiating across the majority of her body from Yelena’s weight on top of her. Yelena just narrowed her eyes slightly as she pulled back to look at Natasha.

“Well, of course you’re warm. You’re being warmed by what little body heat I have,” Yelena whined more dramatically, her voice slightly louder, and Natasha just rolled her eyes fondly before looking at Peter, knowing he was listening judging by his slightly amused glance in their direction.

“Can you please hand me that blanket for whiny-butt here?” Natasha asked Peter, pointing at the blanket draped over the couch. She could feel Yelena’s glare on her face, but she chose to ignore the look in favor of keeping her eyes on Peter, knowing it would just irritate Yelena even more. Peter wasted no time in picking the blanket up swiftly, balling it up some to toss it over to Natasha.

“Thank you,” Natasha muttered, knowing Peter could hear her as she focused her attention on firmly flopping the blanket and draping it over her and Yelena. Once she had extended it over them, she nestled back into the cushions, and she could feel Yelena relaxing more against her.

Natasha finally looked down at her fondly, smiling at her softly.

However, she was met with Yelena’s own evil grin as the blonde ran her chilled hands underneath Natasha’s shirt and onto her sides and stomach. Natasha gasped quickly, but swiftly regained control over herself as she glared at Yelena with slight disapproval. Yelena just smirked and wrapped her arms around so that her cold hands were touching Natasha’s back.

Natasha groaned slightly, rolling her eyes, but a slight grin came onto her face as she ran her own, much colder hands onto Yelena’s back. Yelena jumped with the feeling, a strangled yelp escaping her, and she narrowed her eyes at Natasha with something that could only be described as betrayal. Natasha just raised an eyebrow playfully before withdrawing one of hands and playfully gripping Yelena’s chin.

“Two can play that game, sweet girl,” Natasha murmured to her, making sure her voice was low enough so that most of the Avengers could not overhear. Yelena huffed slightly, her chin heavily leaning into Natasha’s grip.

“Here’s the hot chocolate!” Steve cheerily announced, and Peter immediately opened his hands as Steve brought in a tray of mugs, eager to get his cup. Natasha did not miss how Yelena’s eyes focused on the passing mugs, her honey-greens locked onto them firmly. Natasha could not help the slight smile on her face in reply to Yelena’s absolutely adorable fixation on chocolate.

“Took your own sweet time getting here with it. I’m surprised it’s still warm,” Tony jabbed, but anyone could see that he was just kidding with the super soldier. Steve just raised an eyebrow slightly.

“They say that things get better with age,” Steve told him, and Tony looked a little surprised at Steve’s witty reply. Steve just straightened with a slight smile, offering more of the mugs to the other Avengers. Clint and Sam took theirs, and Sam had an enormous grin on his face as he held out his hand to fist-bump Steve. Steve returned the gesture with a chuckle.

“There you go, man!” Sam praised, and Steve’s smile grew a little as he finally reached Natasha and Yelena. Yelena unwrapped herself from Natasha quickly, settling between Natasha’s legs as she reached out and grabbed the mugs. She handed one to Natasha and she eagerly began sipping at her own despite the temperature.

Natasha rolled her eyes at Yelena’s eagerness.

“You’re going to burn your tongue,” Natasha warned, but Yelena did not listen, simply drinking more of the stuff. However, after just a moment, she pulled her mouth away from the mug swiftly, releasing a sharp exhale as she obviously tried to relieve some of the overwhelmingly hot temperature inside of her mouth.

“Told you,” Natasha told her with a raise of an eyebrow, and Yelena groaned.

“Don’t rub it in,” Yelena whined slightly, her voice somewhat hushed as she tried to keep her dramatics mostly just between her and Natasha.

“Oh, dang it, I burned my tongue, too!” Peter cried, and Tony laughed heartily, patting the boy on the back affectionately.

“It’s okay, kid. Just give it a break for a minute and let things cool down,” Tony told him sympathetically, and Yelena turned a grumpy glare to Natasha.

“See? Stark gets it, and he’s sympathetic.”

“Well, if he’s so sympathetic, then why don’t you go and sit on him?” Natasha teased, her voice warm. She took a sip from her hot chocolate and she almost laughed at the look of pure offense on Yelena’s face.

Yelena just harrumphed, sitting back against Natasha and squishing herself more firmly against her older sister. Natasha chuckled in reply to her, and she pressed a somewhat wet-lipped kiss to the side of Yelena’s face, her mouth covered in hot chocolate. Yelena winced, her nose wrinkling as she furiously wiped her cheek with her sleeve in disgust.

“Ugh! You’re so disgusting!” Yelena declared and Natasha laughed, feeling her chest warm with her sister’s reaction. Natasha sometimes found her terribly cute when she was annoyed. At least, when Yelena did not retaliate with something herself.

Natasha quickly did not find Yelena so adorable anymore when Yelena pressed a gross, hot-chocolate-covered kiss against Natasha’s cheek close to her nostril. Natasha scrunched her entire face, moving her head down and wiping her face on Yelena’s hoodie that she had stolen from Natasha. Yelena let out a sound of protest, but Natasha simply ignored her.

Natasha then raised her head back up, continuing with her hot chocolate but keeping her eyes on Yelena to make sure that her nasty little turd sister was not going to pull another stunt.

Yelena just watched her carefully, sipping on her hot chocolate.

The other Avengers were talking, but Natasha was not paying them any attention, her focus too intensely upon her younger sister. Yelena did not seem to be focusing on them either, her gaze never leaving Natasha. They held each other in a long staring contest, their mouths lowered to their mugs as they sipped more and more of the hot chocolate.

Finally, Natasha broke, and Yelena grinned in victory, pulling her mouth away from the mug. Natasha’s eyes softened and a fond laugh erupted from her as she eyed her little sister. Yelena furrowed her brow, trying to understand the source of Natasha’s amusement.

Natasha just shook her head wordlessly, moving her thumb forward and gently wiping at the hot chocolate mustache on Yelena’s upper lip, the cream from the mug making a mess on her. Natasha then held out her thumb to Yelena for her to lick. Yelena started to extend her tongue, but she froze mid-way, narrowing her eyes at Natasha.

“Your hands are clean, right?” Yelena questioned, and Natasha shrugged noncommittally. Yelena just stared at her for a moment, and Natasha held her urge to laugh together as the younger girl debated her next move. However, she soon decided that the cream was irresistible and with a quick lick, she quickly had the glob in her mouth.

“Y’know, come to think of it, I used the bathroom a few minutes ago and forgot to wash my— ow!” Natasha laughed, Yelena punching her arm that was not holding hot chocolate in retaliation for her words.

“Jerk,” Yelena muttered, but she then pressed her cheek against Natasha’s arm, repositioning herself so that she was across Natasha’s lap in the recliner as she offered her older sister affection. She shifted her head so that it was against Natasha’s shoulder, and Natasha wasted no time in moving her arm up and around Yelena as she cradled her against her, putting down her hot chocolate mug to more fully embrace the blonde as Yelena clutched her mug gently and let it rest against Natasha’s stomach and on top of the blankets.

Once Natasha lifted her gaze from her sister, still feeling a haze of love and warmth within her, she froze as she realized the Avengers were staring at the pair with soft smiles on their faces.

Yelena soon seemed to realize Natasha’s lack of movement, and she looked up at her curiously. Yelena then moved her head, furrowing her brow as she craned her neck to look over at the Avengers. Once she spotted the group staring at her and Natasha, she jutted out her chin defiantly.

“What are you all staring at?” Yelena questioned, challenging anyone to make fun of her position cuddled on Natasha’s lap, and Natasha snorted lightly, a grin coming onto her face. However, she was mostly curious about why they were all staring so much.

Tony and Peter shared a slight glance and Tony squeezed the back of the boy’s neck affectionately. Sam and Steve just shook their heads with slight grins, and Clint shrugged with a smile of his own.

“It’s just nice to see you two so happy,” Clint admitted, and the other guys nodded in agreeance. Natasha’s eyes softened, and she smiled a bit, unable to keep away the fondness swelling within her for her weird little family. Yelena lost all signs of sarcasm as she looked down at her hot chocolate mug.

After a moment, she pressed the majority of her face against Natasha, and the redhead quickly recognized this as an attempt to hide any emotion that was rising up within her. Natasha just sighed contentedly, a smile on her face as she dropped her gaze and brought her hand up to thread through Yelena’s hair.

The Avengers then kept conversing, and Natasha leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the top of Yelena’s head. Yelena just snuggled more deeply against her, and Natasha could not help the giant grin that spread across her face.

This was undoubtedly the best way that Natasha could think of to spend a day snowed in.

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Chapter 5: How the Paintball Battle Was Won

Links to Chpt. 4 , Chpt. 6

Pairing: The Mandalorian x female reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Canonical violence, PTSD for the reader, angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: ~6400

Author’s note: So this chapter gets more angsty, but I promise it is sandwiched in there between some humor and some serious fluff along with some Domestic!Din thrown in there for good measure. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter! (Also, smut is coming in the next chapter for those of you who are thirsty for it.)

“Paintball?” You look up at Mando in surprise, “Isn’t this a game for teenagers?” He’s brought you to a dusty town on Baros with a few hole-in-the-wall cantinas and a sleepy looking marketplace in the middle of nowhere to play paintball?

“I wasn’t sure if it would still be here, but they’re open,” Mando sounds chipper. “I haven’t been here in years.”

“You used to come here and play paintball?” The idea seems ludicrous, that Mando, a seasoned warrior and top bounty hunter, would be playing a game that requires shooting brightly colored balls of paint at your opponents.

“When I was younger and first in the Fighting Corps, we trained here on Baros for a time. We used to sneak out when we had breaks between training sessions to come and play with the local kids.” Mando’s voice sounds nostalgic and happy as he remembers his youth. “I’m sure now that our commanders knew what we were up to, but it gave us additional fighting practice, so I don’t think they minded.”

You try to imagine Mando as a teen boy stealing away with his friends from a probably rigid training schedule to play fake war games with other kids. It’s a charming thought, but it’s hard to picture when you look at the man now. But he’s right, it would have been decent training too… oh, now you understand.

“This is so I can practice shooting live, moving targets.” You’re on to his plan.

“What?” Mando is all innocence, “I just thought since we’re here, we ought to have some fun.”

“I know you think I can’t tell, but I feel you smirking at me under there.” You tell him pointing towards the helmet.

Mando simply chuckles at you and gives your hand a tug towards the entrance.

“What about the baby?” You ask, hoping to stall a little, “He can’t play paintball.”

“He’ll be safe in his pram, and you’ll have a chance to practice protecting him too.” Mando replies. He’s clearly thought this out.

“That might be too advanced for me to focus on shooting targets and guarding the child,” you tell him.

“Yes, but I’ll be here to help you.” His voice sounds warm as he tells you, “You’re going to be great, c’mon.”

The owner of the paintball place seems delighted to see Mando and tells the rest of the patrons in the prep area that they are in for a real treat today. Most of the other people here are teenaged boys, but you’re surprised to see a couple of adults here too including a few other women. Perhaps you were too quick to judge. The teen boys are in sheer awe of Mando and after they openly gawk at him for a few minutes, they’re pestering the owner to find out if they can request that Mando be on their team.

“Teams will be by random draw as always, although people paying together will automatically be put on the same team unless they request otherwise.” The owner tells everyone waiting. “Now, please enter the locker area to suit up and stow away personal belongings.”

You’ve been given protective gear and a helmet to wear to ensure your safety during the game. While the paintballs aren’t lethal, they can still hurt quite a lot without protection. Mando watches as you gear up, and when you’re done you can’t help but goof around and strike a model pose.

“How do I look?” You can still manage to make flirty eyes at him, as although your helmet covers most of your face, the visor only has light tinting so your eyes are still quite visible.

“You’re adorable,” he tells you. It’s been a little over a week since your trip to Canto Bight and your first Keldabe kiss with Mando, and he’s been growing more affectionate with you, particularly with compliments. He’s still rather shy about physical affection though, almost as if he thinks he’s limited to only a certain number of touches a day.

“Ok, everyone, let’s go over the rules.” The owner calls everyone to his attention and reviews the rules of the game, which are basically, if you get shot three times in a ‘critical target area’ as indicated on your protective gear, you are out of the game.

“Today’s game is your basic brawl. The last team with the most players remaining when the buzzer sounds will be the winners. However, we have a special guest and special rules that will add to the challenge!” The man gestures towards Mando, “If you want to take out the Mandalorian, you need three hits somewhere not on the armor, and good luck with that!” The man says it in such a way that he’s confident no one will be able to get Mando out of the game.

Before the game begins, you check on the child to make sure he’ll be ok. He has his favorite silver ball and a couple other toys with him in his pram, and you’ve tucked in few snacks that he likes in case he gets hungry.

“Ok, sweetie, you’re going to play with your toys and keep the pram closed until Mando or I open it,” you tell him. He coos at you in response and you give his nose a little boop before securing the pram.

“Here, put this on,” Mando hands you a metal wrist cuff with various buttons, “It’s linked to the pram like my vambraces, so that way the child will follow you wherever you go.” He quickly shows you how the buttons operate.

You and Mando get assigned to the red team and are issued paintball guns filled with the appropriate colored balls. There are three teen boys, a man, and another woman on your team. The teen boys are vibrating with excitement at being on Mando’s team; they keep calling him ‘sir’ and asking for ‘battle advice’. Mando is very kind to them, and answers all of their questions in a serious manner. It’s quite sweet really, how nice he is to them, but you’ve noticed that’s generally who he is, so long as that person cannot be perceived as a threat. With your team agreeing on Mando’s plans for the battle, followed by a loud war cry whoop from the boys, you head out to your designated starting positions.

Your adrenaline is pumping and when a loud bell rings out to indicate the start of the game, you’re almost as keyed up as the teenagers around you. Mando’s plan calls for your team to be on the defensive and wait for the other teams to come to you, allowing you all to maintain better positions and hold on to better cover for as long as possible. It’s a good plan and fairly soon, some of the teen boys from the green team have charged over to your area recklessly, making them easier targets. You get off a couple shots, but your nerves get the best of you and you miss wildly. Fortunately, only Mando seems to notice as your other teammates are on target and dispatch the boys without anyone on your team getting hit.

“It’s alright, just breathe,” he tells you, “Remember you’re a good shot, I know you are.” He places a hand between your shoulders and rubs lightly to help calm you down. He points towards something moving in the bushes to your right and taps your shoulder. You can see another player advancing towards your position.

“Aim your weapon, take a deep breath,” Mando instructs you, “and shoot.” You pull the trigger and watch as your paintball splatters bright red on the other player’s chest plate. You remember quickly that you need two more shots to eliminate your target and so you shoot again. It ends up taking you five more shots but in the end, you’re victorious.

“I actually did it!” you squeal a little in delight and Mando gives your waist a small squeeze.

“Great job, cyar’ika!”

Hmm, there’s that foreign word again. It’s the second time he’s said it to you, and you think it must be Mando’a but you haven’t thought to ask him about it yet. You’re about to say something when a yellow paintball suddenly bursts on Mando’s left pauldron. You instantly whip your head around and fire off shots in the direction of the shooter. A sudden fierceness overtakes you in your determination to take out the player. You channel all your focus into your aim and once again, you are successful, only faster this time.

“That was even better,” Mando tells you, and your heart soars at his praise. He hasn’t even bothered to take a shot yet, he just seems content to watch you.

The game continues and it seems that the other players have caught on to your team’s plan, which leads to a break in the action. Everyone huddles together for a moment, and you realize the rest of your team are waiting for Mando’s instructions.

“So, Mando, what do we do next?” you ask him.

“What do you think our strategy should be?” he counters.

“Well, it seems like we’ve taken out quite a lot of the green team, so I say we head towards the yellow team’s area and try to lower their numbers more.” You figure this is the best way to ensure that your team will have the most active players in the end.

“Why don’t we finish off the green team first? You know, get them while they’re weak,” one of the other players suggests.

“No, her plan makes the best sense,” Mando says in support of your idea, “If we want to be the winners, we have to make sure the yellow team has more casualties.” There’s something about the way he says this that gives you a sense of pride. He’s not just going along with your suggestion because he likes you, it’s because he trusts your judgement and he agrees with it.

You set out in an attack formation as directed by Mando in search of the yellow team. He’s stationed you towards the rear of the group allowing the child’s floating pram to stay behind you, meanwhile he’s positioned himself at the front as an attractive target. You don’t love the idea of Mando making himself the bait, but you recognize that his strategy is logical as the challenge of taking out the Mandalorian will be too tempting for the others to pass up on and thus it should be easier for the rest of you to hit them.

The plan works perfectly and as a barrage of paintballs are launched in Mando’s direction, your team begins methodically targeting the yellow team. You try not to watch as more yellow paint splashes onto Mando’s beskar, because each time it does you feel a spike of irrational anger, how dare they shoot at your Mando. As for himself, Mando is finally shooting off paintballs of his own, but you get the impression that he’s doing so rather leisurely, like he’s not really putting in too much effort. Must be taking it easy on everyone.

Things seems quiet for a moment and you turn to check on the little guy’s pram. It’s still closed up and he’s safe and sound. You’re just turning back to look over your shoulder when a green paintball hits you in the side, right where there’s no padding. It’s surprisingly painful and you double-over, grasping at your side. Mando’s reaction is swift. He quickly dispatches the green shooter and then rushes over to you.

“Are you hurt? Do you need help?” His voice is full of concern.

“I’m fine,” you wheeze out, “just stings.”

“Take a moment and breathe,” he says as he tucks his left arm around you to hold you close to him while he proceeds to keep shooting with his right. It suddenly strikes you as incredibly attractive how he’s managing to comfort you and still fight at the same time.

You can’t keep yourself from telling him, “Maker, you’re hot.”

“What?” He looks down at you for a second, a little surprised.

“Nothing, I’m just impressed by you.” You laugh a little and pull away so you can go back to the game.

The game continues for a while longer and you’re astounded by how much you’ve gotten into it. You no longer feel nervous about shooting at other people and you’re caught up in wanting to help your team win. You get hit a couple more times, but luckily they manage to miss the critical targets so when the buzzer sounds, you’ve managed to be one of the ‘survivors’. You run over to Mando to assess his ‘damage’ and while he has yellow and green paint splotches all over his beskar, he has only one green spot on his arm in the unarmored section near his elbow, which means that no one managed to successfully remove him from the game either. After a brief count, your team is announced as the victors by just one player. Your whole team cheers and exchanges high fives as you congratulate each other.

“See, I told you it would be fun,” Mando leans down close to you, “You were great, I was impressed too.” He brings his helmet down to touch the crown of yours.

You don’t have a chance to say anything back as the teen boys are at Mando’s side begging him to take a holophoto with them. Mando dutifully poses with the boys as you help out by acting as the photographer. You pull out your own holopad and snap a few holos too for your own enjoyment later.

You return to the locker room to get cleaned up and back into your regular clothes. You’re securing your holster belt with its real blaster when you realize again how thankful you are that Mando’s gone out of his way to help you learn so much about fighting, even to the point where he found a way to make sure it would be enjoyable.

You head over to where he’s cleaning the paint off his armor with a bucket of water and some rags. It must be a bit hard to do though because there’s no mirror to help him see all the areas that need to be cleaned. You pick up one of the rags.

“Have a seat and I’ll help you get cleaned up,” you say as you motion to a bench.

“Thanks, it’s hard to do without being able to take it off,” he tells you.

He sits with his legs akimbo and you step between them to get better access to the beskar. Fortunately, the paint washes off without much effort, but there’s so much of it and you want to be sure to get it out of the small ridges and furrows of the armor.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” you tell him as you clean, “It really was fun and I think you’re right, it was good training.”

“You’re welcome,” Mando says warmly, and he brings his hands up to your hips to pull you in a little closer. He leaves his hands there as you move to clean his helmet and begins tracing little patterns with his thumbs. His touch is simple, but it makes you feel so fluttery inside. You look down at his visor and give him a little smile as you wipe a streak of gloopy green paint from the crown of his helmet.

“It drives me crazy when you look at me like that,” he tells you with his hands tightening on your hips.

“How am I looking at you?” Your smile widens.

“Like you have a secret and you’re daring me to find out what it is,” he says, his voice sounding deeper.

You chuckle, and as you finish cleaning his helmet you drop your lips down and give it a kiss, “Is that so?” you ask in a coquettish tone and you give him a wink.

Mando groans at you and pulls you in closer, “I’ve had enough being in public, let’s get back to the Crest,” he says. His words and the timbre of his voice fill you with dark excitement, and you nod your head in response.

You bid goodbye to your teammates and hurry out into the street, heading in the direction of the ship. You’re only a short distance from the Razor Crest when you hear a laser bolt whiz past you. You draw your blaster and turn towards the source of the bolt where you see five armed men bearing down on you, Mando, and the child. “Hunters!” Mando shouts to you as he returns fire.

Another blast comes from behind you and you whip around to see three more shooters trying to box you in. Like Mando, you shoot back, your fight mode coming out in full force. You manage to shoot one of the hunters in the chest and you see him fall. You don’t dwell on it though as you scan the area for a possible escape route. You feel Mando tug on your sleeve as he gestures to the left where you can see a small side street. You rush towards the street as fast as you can while Mando provides cover. You’re still wearing the wrist cuff from before so the baby’s pram is following after you. You feel a sharp burning sensation in your side and it almost knocks you to the ground, but your determination to get away is stronger and you push your legs to keep you running.

The narrow street spills out into a broader avenue that is now bustling with activity. You bump into people as you try to get away and it makes you stumble. You look around wildly for help but everyone seems oblivious to your distress. The baby’s pram is still right with you and you’re relieved to see it’s still closed up tightly. But where is Mando? You thought he was right behind you but now you don’t see him anywhere. You turn back to the narrow side street when you see one of the hunters come barreling out of it. He fires several bolts in your direction, one of which ricochets off the pram. People scream and scatter. A primal protectiveness surges within you as all you can think about is how you won’t let this man hurt your child and so you raise your blaster and shoot him twice in the chest. He falls to the ground, but something in you won’t let you stop. You keep moving toward him until you’re standing over him and then you shoot him in the head to make sure he can’t hurt either of you. You should probably feel guilty about killing him, but you don’t. You look down the street, worried that you’ll see another hunter heading your direction, but it seems quiet. You pant as you try to catch your breath and now you realize just how badly your side is hurting, you think it must be from before where the paintball hit you but when you look down you see your shirt is soaked with blood. You sag against a building as you realize you’ve been shot. A woman sees you and hurries over to help,

“We have to get you to a doctor right away,” she’s saying.

“Wait, I need Man-, I need to find Man- Mando.” The pain is making it hard to speak.

“It’s alright, your child’s pram is right here.” She doesn’t understand.

You sway on your feet and she quickly places an arm around you to help you walk. “Don’t try to talk, dear,” she’s telling you as she drags you towards a medical clinic. Everything is getting blurry and you fight to stay upright. When you make it inside the clinic, someone immediately pushes you towards a gurney and you collapse on it just before you black out.

Din is desperate to find you and the child. When he sent you down that side street, he succeeded in taking down most of the hunters. But one particularly large man, a Clawdite, had managed to tackle Din. That allowed another hunter to slip by and head down the street in pursuit of you. After stabbing the Clawdite, Din quickly trails the other man. His head is filled with worse case scenarios but when he finds the body at the end of the street, a sense of relief comes over him. It’s short-lived, however, when he realizes neither you nor the child are anywhere to be seen. Din can feel true fear rising in him that perhaps there were others and maybe you were both captured, when he remembers the wrist cuff he gave you and the tracking device he installed within it. He breathes a sigh of relief again when he pings your signal and realizes you’re nearby.

Din tracks your signal to the medical center, the sight of which makes his blood run cold because if you’re here that means that one of you must be hurt. He rushes inside but before he can ask anyone about you or the baby, he hears a frightened scream and then your voice shouting,

“NO! NO! Get away from me! NO!”

Din is back in full combat mode as he hurries towards the sound of your terrified voice. He finds you in a room with a round floating medical droid trying to administer an injection. You are curled up on the floor in a corner of the room with your hands over your face as you cry out in fear. Din shoves the droid out of the room forcefully before carefully approaching your huddled form.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright, it’s me, it’s Mando,” he says as he tentatively reaches out to you. “The droid is gone, and I’m here.”

You sob something that sounds like ‘Mando’ and launch yourself into his arms. You’re still crying hard when you get out the word, ‘baby’. Din looks around the room and thankfully he sees the child’s pram. He manages to reach the open button on his vambrace and the pram’s dome opens up to reveal the little one safe inside. The baby looks concerned at your distress and he lets out a sad-sounding coo.

“He’s alright, cyar’ika, the baby is safe, you did so wonderful protecting him.” Din holds you and runs a hand over your back, and he continues to whisper soothing words trying to calm you. A noise at the door causes him to look up and see two nurses there who are trying to figure out what all the commotion is.

“Sir, who are you and why is this patient out of her bed?” one of the nurses asks indigently.

“She’s terrified of that droid, you can’t let it near her again,” Din says, scooping you up in his arms and helping you back to the bed.

“Alright,” the other nurse says in a kinder tone, “but you can’t be back here unless you’re family.”

“I’m her husband,” Din snaps, knowing they won’t argue with that, “Now can someone tell me what happened?” His voice is demanding and rough.

“I’m sorry, sir, your wife was shot in the side,” the kinder nurse explains, “She’s lucky because the bolt missed her vital organs but she will need some time to heal. The droid was only going to give her a bacta shot.”

“She’s scared of that droid,” Din repeats, “Can’t one of you give it to her?” His tone of voice makes it clear that it’s a demand not a request.

“Maybe she’s just scared of the shot,” the indigent nurse says, a slight scoff to her tone.

“The shot is fine, just please not the droid,” you manage to say in a weak voice. You look at Din as you explain, “The Empire used medical droids for torture.”

Din remembers how you told him you were punished by the Imps when they discovered your sabotage, but you’ve never gone into details about that punishment. He has some idea now what they must have done to you, and why seeing another droid like that would cause such a negative response.

“No more droids are to come into this room,” Din instructs the nurses.

“Of course, sir, I’ll give her the shot myself,” the kinder nurse tells him, “I’ll be back in a moment.”

Din turns back to you and reaches up to smooth the tears from your cheeks. “It’s going to be okay, I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you.”

“Will you please stay with me?” you ask and you grip his hand tightly as if he might disappear.

“Nothing could make me leave you,” he says as he caresses your face.

A soft whine floats over to Din and you from the pram as the little one wants to know what’s happening. Din steps away from your side to quickly pick him up and bring him over to the bed with you. At first Din tries to just hold him close to you, but the child isn’t satisfied with that. Instead, he quickly climbs out of Din’s arms and onto the bed to nestle up against your chest, he then reaches up to touch your face with his little hand.

“Hi, buddy,” you say softly, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

Din watches the two of you as a vast sense of gratitude washes over him; he’s so very thankful that you both are safe now and no lasting damage has been done. He holds your hand again and brings his helmet down to your head allowing him to watch over you and the child as close as possible.

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Several hours later, you are doing much better after the bacta shot has done its work and the medical center releases you to go home. Din swipes a hoverchair and quickly steers you back to the Razor Crest; he insisted that you shouldn’t walk all the way back to the ship. Once on board again, he gets you safely tucked into your bed still with the child cuddled up against your side. The little guy refuses to leave you alone and even demanded to ride in your lap on the way back to the ship instead of returning to his pram.

With the three of you safely in space, Din returns to the hull. He’s pleased to see you’re resting comfortably as you talk softly to the child and he sets about to prepare some dinner for the three of you. It’s been hours since any of you have eaten and he’s sure you must be hungry. Din’s not as good a cook as you are, but he tries to add the little touches that you do for him like cutting up the fruit and arranging it on a plate, and adding honey to your tea the way that you like. When he brings your dinner over to you, he notices that the child has managed to use his powers to bring several of his stuffed toys over to your bed and he seems to be arranging them around you for additional snuggling.

“You’re doing a great job as a caregiver, buddy,” Din tells him chuckling.

“I keep telling him he’s being so sweet sharing his plushies with me,” you respond with a soft chuckle of your own.

Din helps you sit up, before handing you the dinner tray.

“Do you need help eating?” He asks concerned.

“Nah, I’m fine, Mando,” you tell him, “Really I feel much better; I don’t think I need to be in bed anymore.”

“You’re staying in bed for the rest of the day, and probably tomorrow too,” Din replies pointing his finger at you the way he does when he disciplines the child sometimes.

“Yes, Nurse Mando,” you reply cheekily.

“That’s right. Now eat your dinner before I feed you myself,” he says with a nod of his head.

After you’ve eaten, you’re still sitting up in bed and now you’re playing a little with the child and his plush toys as you tell him a story. Din can hear in your voice though that you’re tired and even though he knows you are doing better, you need your rest.

“Ok, kiddo, I think that’s the end of story time.” He comes over and picks up the child despite his little whines of protest.

“It’s alright,” you say softly.

“No, you need to get more rest,” Din tells you, “Besides, it’s time to get this guy cleaned up before he goes to bed.”

You can hear the sounds of water running in the fresher and Mando saying “Don’t look at me like that, she needs to rest so she can get better,” and it makes you smile. Both of your guys are being so sweet as they take care of you. You stretch back out against your pillows and close your eyes, and before you know it, you’ve drifted off to sleep.

When you awaken a while later, you see Mando sitting on a crate near your bed reading something on his holopad. He’s taken off his armor and is now more relaxed in his undershirt, trousers, and helmet only.

“Mando, is everything alright, what are you doing?” You’re surprised he’s not in bed himself or up in the cockpit where he’d be more comfortable.

“I didn’t want to leave you alone in case you needed something,” he tells you.

“That’s very sweet, Mando, but you must be getting tired,” you say.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” he replies. You know he can go for long stretches without sleeping, but it’s really not necessary now. Maybe there is a way you can get him to rest at least.

“You could come lie down with me,” you suggest and give him a small smile.

“There’s nothing I’d like better, but you’re hurt and you need to rest,” he says, but it’s clear from his tone that he’s tempted by your offer.

“I won’t do anything more than just cuddle with you, I promise,” you counter, and you give him the flirtatious look that you know he likes. It works like a charm and although he lets out one of his long-suffering sighs, he’s standing up and moving towards the bed.

“Alright, we’re just going to cuddle and you are going to rest and try not to move too much.” Mando may be trying to sound stern, but there’s an eagerness to his movements that gives away how much he wants to join you in the bed.

He lies down next to you on his back and puts his arm around you pulling you close to his side. You shift your position so that you can place your head on his chest and rest your hand on his stomach lightly. This way you can lie on your good side and take any pressure off the side that needs to heal. As you settle into him, Mando lets out a sound of contentment making his chest vibrate beneath you.

“Thank you, this is nice,” you tell him, “Plus, you’re so warm and cozy.”

He chuckles at that and rubs his large palm across your back, “It’s getting to where I can’t say no to you.”

“I see no problem with that,” you reply and you give his chest a kiss through his shirt.

“Mmm, I bet you don’t.” His chest rumbles again pleasantly against your cheek.

“Mando, I didn’t get a chance to really thank you earlier, but I want you to know you really helped me back at the med center.” You hope he understands how important he was for you in that moment.

“You don’t have to thank me for that, I could see how terrified you were and I knew you needed me.” Mando says softly and pulls you tighter to him. He pauses and then asks you, “When you said you were punished by the Imperials, did they… torture you with the droid?”

“Yes,” you tell him in a flat voice, “It would give various shots to induce different types of pain. It was horrible. Seeing that droid today felt like being back there, back in that terrible place. I- I don’t want to talk about it too much.”

“I understand,” Mando tells you, “I hate droids… well, there was one once who wasn’t so bad, but mostly I hate them.” His voice is gruff as he tells you this.

“Why do you hate them?” you ask.

“My home was destroyed by droids,” he says, “Everything was gone, my town, my friends, my parents, all killed.”

“Oh, Mando, how awful,” Your heart breaks for him, “That’s devastating. I’m so sorry for you.”

“I was only a child, and I would have been killed too if not for the Mandalorians who rescued me,” he explains.

“You were a foundling too,” you say softly.

“Yes,” he replies.

You’re quiet for a bit as you stroke his chest in a soothing manner. You know he’s supposed to be comforting you, but you want Mando to know that you’re here for him too. He brings his other hand up to cover yours. You realize that his glove is off and for the first time you are touching his bare skin. Your breath catches in your throat at the sensation and you revel in each tiny movement that he makes as he slowly explores your fingers with his. His hand is large and warm, and you marvel at how delicate and gentle he is as he touches you.

“You skin is so soft, cyar’ika,” he murmurs to you.

“Thank you,” you say softly, but then you can’t help but ask, “What does that word mean, cyar’ika?” He’s called you that a few times now and your burning curiosity can’t wait any longer.

Mando chuckles lightly, “Aren’t you the code-breaker? What do you think it means?”

“Oh, I see, a linguistic challenge, hmm?” You’re willing to play along and you take a moment to think.

“Well, you’ve used it in place of my name, so it could be a nickname, but based on context, I’d say it’s a term of endearment.” You lift your head up to look at him as you propose your theory.

“What do you mean?” He questions, intrigued.

“Well, if it were a nickname, I think you’d use it more frequently, and by my count you’ve only said it four times, which makes me think it must be more special than just a nickname. Plus I know you’ve said my name more often than that.”

“Oh?” He sounds amused.

“Yes, and when you said it was important too,” you explain, “Twice you said it when I was very distressed and you were sure to use a calming tone, but then, the other two times were when you gave me a compliment, and those times, you had a more romantic tone.”

He’s laughing openly now and shaking the whole bed as he does. Oh no, you’ve nerded him into hysterics, “Sorry, am I being too analytical?” you ask him sheepishly.

“No, no, I love how logical you’re being, cyar’ika,” he emphasizes the word again and his voice is caring as he tells you, “I’m impressed and entertained by how you think. I had no idea how much thought you’d put into it.”

“Well, am I correct though?” You’re still dying to know.

“Yes, you are,” he says between chuckles, and you smile up at him in response. He calms down a bit and then tells you, “It means sweetheart.” His voice is deeper as he says the word in Basic and you feel your stomach flutter in delight.

“I like that, Mando, I like it a lot; it’s such a beautiful word,” You wish you had a term of endearment for him that would sound even half as beautiful.

“Din,” he says to you.

“What?” you reply confused.

“My name is Din, Din Djarin,” he introduces himself to you, “I’d really like for you to call me by my real name.”

“It’s an honor to know you, Din Djarin,” you reply in as warm and loving a tone as you can, trying to show him how much it means to you that he’s sharing something so personal.

“The honor is all mine, cyar’ika,” he tells you and he squeezes your hand to punctuate his words, “You mean so much to me, I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”

“I feel the same about you, Din.” Lying in his arms, it’s easy to tell him how you feel, and you realize how much you want him to hear it. “I was so worried when we were separated today, but when you found me, and I knew you were there, it just felt right, like I knew everything would be all right.”

Din pulls you in closer, hugging you as tight as he can without hurting you. He feels your arm snake around his waist to hold him tighter too and he feels a sense of true serenity. It’s a new emotion for him or at least one he hasn’t felt since he was very young. The two of you stay like that for a long time and as he listens to your breathing, he thinks perhaps you’ve fallen asleep. He relaxes his hold on you and thinks that maybe he should try to slip out of the bed so that you’ll rest properly, when he feels you stir.

“Din, will you teach me more Mando’a?” you ask, your voice sounding dreamy.

“Yes, but not tonight, you need to sleep,” he says softly but firmly.

“Ok, good,” you reply with a small yawn.

You settle back in to the bed a little and pull up the blankets around you more. Din starts to pull away from you little by little, but you’re having none of it and you grip him tighter.

“Are you trying to leave?” you ask, sounding only a little pouty, “Don’t you want to stay and cuddle?”

He sighs, “You need your rest, and I’m distracting you from that.”

“I’ll rest better with you here,” you insist.

“I’ll stay if you promise to go to sleep now,” he replies.

“Ok, I’ll go to sleep.” You’re quiet for a few seconds, but then you whisper to him, “Din?”

“Yes?”

“Goodnight,” you whisper, “I hope you sleep well.”

“Cyar’ika?”

“Yes?”

“Stop talking.”

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Crack Your Bones and Say Those Lies.

| {Jasonette July 2021, Saturday Challenge 3: And They Were Roommates} |

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| After getting roped into the Vigilante life by Chat Noir, her friend and partner in crime, Maladroit tries her best to help fight crime to make the city a better place, if only Red Hood and his gang would stop causing problems. |

| Or alternatively, Marinette and Jason are roommates with secrets. Both have huge crushes on each other but more importantly, both are trying to juggle moonlighting as their secret identities. However, when watching the nightly news together, everything changes. |

| Word Count: 5,014. |

| Warnings/Tags: No Miraculous/Different Powers Au, Roommates, minor gang mentions/Red Hood is a gang lord, gun violence, Vigilantism, Identity Shenanigans/Mistakes, Miscommunication, some emotional hurt, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, and Domestic fluff. Also Oblivious, Protective, & Mutually Pining Marinette and Jason. |

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| A/N: Hey! Sorry this is nearly a week late but where I live got hit with a nasty heatwave and I was barely able to write from sheer exhaustion from the heat. But on a happier note, I'm so glad I've finally been able to write and post a proper Vigilantes au (as in like Spidey style vigilantism with homemade gear and all!) Because that kinda Vigilante au especially combined with roommates is my favourite trope ever! Well maybe joint with Dragonrider AUs, but still! I've had multiple Vigilante Aus sitting in my notes and drafts so it's brilliant to finally release one into the wild! Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this! |

| Also side note, Don’t Like? Don’t Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |

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It's Friday night, and Maladroit and Chat Noir are midway through their usual patrol of their slice of territory in the city.

“Race you to the billboard!” Chat Noir calls out, snickering in an almost cat-like-chitter as he launches himself forwards. Swinging over Maladroit's head with his grapple, he lands on the next roof ahead, in a perfect three-point landing.

Maladroit giggles, “Oh, you're so on!” She grabs her grapple and shoots. Swinging after him and onto the same roof. She instead, dive forward rolls for her landing and uses the momentum to propel her into a run.

Losing his lead due to the momentum loss of the three-point landing, Chat Noir vaults over a roof vent.

Forced to swerve to the side, Maladroit barely dodges a massive puddle of rainwater on her side of the roof.

Neck and Neck, the two raced across the rooftop. Closer and closer to the billboard they raced.

Nearly there! She thinks, c'mon! Reaching an arm out to slap the billboard—

Bzzt!

“Eep!” She yelps, startled by the buzzing crackle of her earring-comms. Unintentionally, she accidentally veers to the side and crashes straight into Chat Noir's side.

They collide with a loud thud, and two of them crumple into a pile.

“Graceful as ever, Mal.” A voice teases over her earring-comms. “Joking aside, didn't mean to spook you, sorry!”

Maladroit groans, “thanks,” and gingerly extracts herself from the vigilante limb pile.

“Gamer!” Chat Noir cheers, having heard him through his own disguised comms. “Got any crimes for us to fight tonight?”

There's a chuckle over the line, “Lucky you should ask, Chat, I do happen to have found some villainous plans for you to thwart.”

Chat Noir cracks his knuckles and stretches. “Oh? What are they?”

“Two which are time-sensitive.” Gamer adds.

Maladroit stifles a squawk, “Two! That are time-sensitive?” Her voice goes up a pitch on the last word, making it sound like a question.

“Uh-huh.” He confirms. “Chat Noir, there's a break-in at a jewellery store two blocks over from you. I'm sending you the directions now to your phone.”

Chat Noir does a two-fingered salute to the nearest security camera. “Got it, G! Detective Noir is on the case!”

“And Maladroit, we've got reports of sightings of Red Hood outside his usual area. By the Warehouses on fourth. There are no security cams around there so I've got nothing but rumours to go on. See if you can check it out and find out what he's up to.” Gamer informs her, sounding slightly irritated at the fact he's got little information to give her.

Maladroit nods, grumbling slightly. “When isn't he up to something.”

Slinging an arm around her shoulder, Chat Noir grins like the Cheshire Cat. “C'mon, Mal! It'll be a quick sweep and nothing will turn up like the last twenty times we've gotten this kinda tip-off!”

“You owe me ice cream from André's when we're in civvies tomorrow!” She huffs. “I made us macarons last time!”

“I haven't forgotten!” Chat Noir protests. “Anyway, see you tomorrow if we don't catch each other for the end of the patrol?”

Maladroit nods. “Yep! See ya later Minou!”

The two split. Chat Noir dashing after the directions, and Maladroit swinging towards the warehouses on fourth.

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Breathe, Maladroit—reminds herself, perched on the rafters in one of the warehouses on fourth. Staring at the blood-red glowing mask of the red hooded villain, who happens to be oh so creatively named the 'Red Hood', leaning on the balcony railing on the opposite side of the warehouse to her rafter, and presumably glaring up at her.

“It's you again, Maladroit.” He growls, distorted by whatever voice modifier he's got wired into his mask.

She can't help but wince at the reminder of the word she had accidentally said the first time she had ever helped Chat Noir fight crime. Which irritatingly enough, stuck as her vigilante name. Especially since her second attempt at a name, Ladybug, didn't stick. She frowns beneath the black and red spotted bandana covering her mouth, and tightly grips her bladed yo-yo—with piano wire instead of string—of the same colour scheme.

“What are you planning, Red Hood?” She spits out, voice also modified by her bandana, a tad too grumpy and bitterly for the awkward-but-smiley "persona" she's supposed to act like (although it's not so much of a persona when that's just how she is almost all the time). But in her defence, she's had a rough day at uni, things have been awkward at home because of her crush on her roomie lately, and more importantly, Red Hood's lackeys have been a pain in the neck for the past week, so her reaction is more than warranted.

He has the audacity to laugh. “What makes you think I'm going to tell you, Pipsqueak?”

“Well,” Maladroit huffs, “I was hoping you were feeling considerate.”

Red Hood shifts his shoulders. “Aww, sorry Pipsqueak. I'm not feeling particularly considerate today.” In a split second, he slips both guns from his holsters, spins them, and shoots.

Maladroit squeaks, instinctively tugging on her power, and dives off the rafter to dodge the shot. “Rude!”

She's just able to shoot her grapple off and swing up to another metal beam.

“How the fuck do you keep dodging my shots?” He snarls, gesturing at her with his guns in short angry-looking motions.

In response, she throws her yo-yo at him, tugging on her power again. The yo-yo spins through the air, slashing through the Red Hood's jacket sleeve and slicing a deep groove into the gun, then rewinds on the wire back to her. “What makes you think I'm going to tell you, Bullet Boy!” She parrots back, cheekily.

“Hey!” Red Hood snaps, aiming another shot at her.

Tugging on her powers once more, Maladroit yelps as she swings to yet another metal rafter beam in order to avoid the shot. “Your aim sucks!”

“Fuck you!” He retorts, firing off four more shots aimed at her head.

There's a horrifying moment as she barely manages to tug on her powers in time. The bullets barely skimming past her hood, one even tearing the fabric slightly.

“Mal!” Comes Gamer's terrified voice over her earring-comms, “I need you to pull back immediately! Red Hood and his gang have been spotted nearby and Chat can't get to you in time to back you up if you do get into a fight!”

She raises a hand to her earrings and quietly laughs hysterically. “Little too late for that, G! I'm uh currently staring… face to gun to him”

“Oh, fuck!” Gamer responds, voice going up a pitch. “I'm contacting Chat now. Try and get out if you can but prioritise not getting yourself killed, please!”

Red Hood fires his guns again. “Eyes and ears on me, Pipsqueak.”

Squeaking yet again, Maladroit desperately tugs on her power once more and swings to another rafter. Her heart thunders in her chest as loudly as his gunfire. She spits out a frantic, “no promises!” to both of them.

“I've informed him, your backup is on the way.” Gamer tells her.

The main warehouse doors clatter open with a resounding slam! Followed by the stomping of multiple pairs of boots storming inside.

Maladroit waves at Red Hood, the quiet terrified hysterical laughter practically bubbling out of her mouth. “Haha, well I'm afraid that's my cue to Bug Out!”

“Oh, I don't think so, Pipsqueak.” Red Hood taunts, shooting six bullets at her, rapid-fire. “I ain't finished with our convo yet.”

Squeaking for the umpteenth time, and really just giving him even more reason to keep giving her that stupid pipsqueak nickname, she riskily shoots her grapple, aiming and swinging towards the warehouse's large balcony windows.

“Get the fuck back here!” He snarls, voice deepening with fury. Pausing to reload before firing off more shots at her with abandon.

Maladroit wriggles midair, tugging on her powers to try and dodge the shots. She curls into a dive forward roll as the grapple forces her to land onto the balcony. The same one that Red Hood has been stood on this entire time. Oh, help me! She thinks, eyes widening behind her makeshift red with black tinted lenses, goggles-slash-domino mask.

He aims his gun at her once more. “Move and you fucking die, pipsqueak.”

Putting her hands in the air, she swallows a gulp of air. Her body armour is padded beneath her red, and black spotted, hoodie but it isn't bulletproof. And she can feel the straining exhaustion of overusing her powers clawing at her.

They're at a standoff. Still as statues, the both of them. It's almost poetic how they parallel each other. He's got his gun aimed at her, whilst she's desperately clutching at her grappling hook gun in one of her raised hands. Both donned in red. Both committing crimes in the eyes of the law. Two sides of the same coin, one and the same.

Maladroit feels sick to her stomach, staring down the barrels of his guns. Ever so slowly, she tugs on her powers. The window a little bit behind her creaks quietly enough that Red Hood doesn't seem to notice beneath the clamour of his gang doing whatever it is they're doing below.

She counts her breath and tugs on her power. A minute passes with no movement, no words, nothing happening on the balcony. Out of the corner of her eye, she can just see that it's now open enough that she should be able to make it out unscathed. Or at least mostly unscathed.

Closing her eyes, not that he can see, her power snaps. Instinctively she doubles over and slaps a hand over her mouth. Barely in time as a stifled scream is yanked from her throat, leaving her panting for breath. Her knees crash onto the balcony flooring. A bullet whizzes past her neck.

“Shit. What the fuck was that?” Red Hood grumbles, sounding genuinely concerned. He storms across the balcony towards her.

Maladroit can't help but flinch, bodily throwing herself back as far away from him as she can. Mind racing in panic.

He stows one gun back into a holster then reaches a hand towards her. “Hey, hey, hey. Calm down.”

“Gotta go! Bug-bye!” She squeaks out, wrenching on her power with all her remaining strength, and bolting for the window.

“I think the fuck not! Fucking pretending to be hurt.” Red Hood barks, ripping the gun back out of its holster.

Narrowly dodging the spray of bullets shot at her, Maladroit dives through the window and fires off her grapple. Safely swinging far away from the warehouse.

———

Carefully Maladroit drops with the ease of far too many nights of practise, onto the fire escape outside her bedroom window. She crouches and lets the shadows of the night hide her form. Creeping closer, she checks the windowsill for any marks or signs of tampering but it all comes away untouched. Content with her quick security check, she fumbles for the disguised piece of string wedging the window ajar in a way that's barely visible unless you know where to look for it. Got it! She thinks to herself, grabbing ahold of it and prying it, and the window above it, up and open.

Slipping through the open window, she sits on the sill to rip her thankfully not-too-dirty studded steel-toed boots off. Picking them up in one hand, she wiggles the rest of the way into her room and immediately resets the security measures, yanking the curtain down for privacy.

Maladroit then shuffles over to her bed. Tikki—her gorgeous fluffy red and dark brown miniature dachshund—blinks sleepily up at her, from the dog bed next to it. The puppy yaps in greeting before snuffling and curling back up to sleep.

She coos at the cuteness before continuing on. With the other hand not carrying the boots, she pries the blanket covered duffel bag out from underneath. Wrestling to unzip it in one janky and awkward motion, grunting slightly at the exertion. The metal of the zip digs in but the discomfort is mostly mitigated by the padded gloves and wrist guards she's wearing. The easy to clean plastic bag designated for temporary storing of her boots is dragged out of the bag and said boots are tossed in without a second glance.

Huffing, she starts to take the rest of her cross between mostly homemade and refashioned sports kit vigilante gear off. First, tugging down the hood of her hoodie and unclipping the black scrum cap hidden under it. It's dumped unceremoniously into a secondary plastic bag in the open duffel bag. After that, Maladroit removes the black neck guard and pulls her makeshift goggles-slash-domino mask over her head. Those too, are dumped into the other plastic bag. Then she unties the bandana with the nose guard underneath, from around her mouth and nose. Unsurprisingly, they're also dumped in the bag.

Next, she undoes the velcros on her red and black padded gloves, black wrist guards, as well as black elbow, knee, and shin pads. Also dumped into the other bag. With the outer protective wear removed, Maladroit pulls her hoodie over her head. Continuing on, she peels the padded rugby body armour and shorts off, and then the thermal under-armour. All dumped into the third and final plastic bag. “I swear,” Maladroit mumbles to herself, “getting changed out my gear never gets easier. And to think back when I had my last P.E. lesson at school, I thought I'd never have to touch this kinda kit ever again. Rip me.”

Lastly, Marinette—no longer Maladroit seeing as she is no longer in her vigilante gear—throws on her running-to-the-bathroom spare bathrobe to cover herself. She hastily shoves the three plastic bags into the duffel bag and kicks it under her bed. Purposefully leaving it unzipped but quickly fixing the blanket covering the bag, so that she can more easily grab her kit to clean everything later, whilst keeping it sufficiently hidden.

With that mostly taken care of, she nabs the mouthguard case, some clean pyjamas, and dashes out of her room—clinging awkwardly to the bathrobe. She hops in the apartment's shared bathroom, the rest of the place is silent, meaning her roomie, Jason, must have gone out. Still, Marinette locks the door regardless. If there's one thing she's learnt in her foray into the nightly masked vigilantism, is that one can never be too careful.

“Shit! Nearly forgot to take this out.” She grumbles to herself, just as she was stepping into the shower. Prying the mouthguard out of her mouth as she shuffles over to the sink, she gives it a quick rinse under the tap. Followed by a thorough scrubbing with her toothbrush and glob of toothpaste. She pops it into the mouthguard case and leaves it on the side of the sink for now.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Marinette finally allows herself to indulge in a good half an hour-long hot shower to get the grime from a night of crime-fighting off of herself.

She's only just drying off her hair, having already changed into her pyjamas, when the blare of the TV echoes through the apartment. Tensing up, her anxiety runs wild. It's what they get for living in the cheaper but slightly dodgy apartments where the walls are thin and the doors are thinner. Grabbing the mouthguard case, she wraps it up in the bathrobe and peeks out the bathroom door and looks down the hall into the open plan kitchen lounge. Jason's back, he's sitting on the sofa watching the TV.

Shoulders untensing, she finished drying her hair and heads out into the hallway. In place of a greeting, she exclaims, “oh! Jason, you're back!”

Jason flinches slightly and looks over his shoulder back at her. “Yeah, a friend had an emergency so, y'know.”

Immediately, concern wrenches at Marinette's heart, “oh no, I'm sorry. Are they… okay?”

He waves a hand in a so-so gesture and clears his throat awkwardly. “Uh, yeah. They're fine now.”

“That's good!” She says, nodding, as she makes her way fully into the lounge and the TV catches her attention. “Oh is it nearly the eleven o'clock news already? I need to watch this! Alya texted me earlier saying I have to, and she sounded really excited!” Glancing down at the bundle in her arms and flushes red. “Actually, I'll be back in a second!”

“I'll yell as soon as it actually starts.” Jason offers, smiling warmly at her.

Marinette just misses the smile, rushing back to her room, and throwing a quick, “thanks,” over her shoulder back at him.

Also missing his smile turn fond and the good-natured roll of his eyes at her antics.

Barely half a minute passes before she's bounding back into the lounge, with a sleepy Tikki at her heels. She plops herself down on the sofa next to him and hopes the blush on her face could simply be mistaken for the flush of running about like a mad thing instead. Tikki whines until Marionette picks her up and lets her on the sofa with them, padding over to the furthest corner to curl up in.

Jason points to the pink floral steaming mug on the coffee table, right next to his Pride Prejudice and Zombies themed mug. “Whilst you were in the shower, I made us both hot chocolates with marshmallows, my granddad Alfie's recipe.”

“Oh!” Marinette responds in pleasant surprise. She turns to him and positively beams, eyes shining with happiness. “Thank you so much, Jason! You're always so thoughtful!”

He blushes and rubs the back of his neck bashfully. “Yeah, well, I thought it's only fair since you normally make 'em. And I visited Alfie recently, and I promised to get you his recipe to try, so I thought it'd be a nice surprise for once!” He pauses and points at the big bowl also on the coffee table, “also I cooked us some popcorn.”

“Aw! Thank you again! I really appreciate this!” She scoops up the hot chocolate with slight reverence and takes a sip. Immediately her face lights up even more in joy. “Oh, this is delicious!”

Jason chuckles, “isn't it the best! I'll pass that onto Alfie though, he'll be glad to know you like it so much. Speaking of which, he's gonna give making them a try next time I'm up since I wasn't there long enough this time. Would you fancy coming with me to see him, then?”

Her eyes widen and her heart stutters in her chest, feeling close to bursting from happiness. “I'd love to! Do you have a date when you're thinking of going up?”

He nods. “Yeah, maybe around—”

But he's interrupted by the starting audio of the eleven o'clock news.

They both immediately shut up and watch the screen intently as the news anchors appear on the show. The starting discussion is somewhat boring, talking about the local billionaire Wayne-or-something business and a related upcoming charity event of some sort.

Marinette doesn't pay attention to it, but she does catch Jason wrinkling his nose and scowling at the conversation.

Luckily, the topic shifts quickly enough. “And now, over to our newest reporter, Alya. We hear there's been some rumblings regarding the conflict between local vigilante Chat Noir, his sidekick Maladroit, and the gang controlled by the infamous Red Hood himself.”

“That's stupid,” Jason grumbles, “Maladroit is a fully-fledged vigilante in her own right and not just the catboy's sidekick. That's like saying Nightwing is Batman's sidekick!”

Marinette frowns, very touched by his words and trying her damnedest to appear nonchalant. “I don't know… from all the-uh news clips, Maladroit seems like Chat Noir's sidekick to me. She's always hovering nervously near him like a strong wind would spook her.”

“C'mon! She's been reported to have held her own against Red Hood on multiple occasions, alone!” He argues, sounding rather offended on her alter egos behalf.

Scoffing, she shakes her head. “Clearly that's because he's going easy on her! He's never directly shot her, according to the reports clearly, he's soft on her!” The lies taste bitter on her tongue.

Jason splutters and flushes bright red, turning away from her slightly. “W-well that's obviously a testament to her skill and not Red Hood's mercy! He's always reported as being a merciless killer, why'd he be soft on her!”

“I don't know!” She makes a dying-choking noise as she flushes even more red than earlier. Shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth to avoid having to respond any further.

Luckily, the news shows pans over to Alya standing in front of a screen showing a recorded feed of a warehouse. Not just any warehouse, but specifically the one on fourth that Maladroit had faced Red Hood in less than an hour ago.

Marinette feels her pulse quicken at the reminder of the close shave she'd had.

“Hey wait a second, those warehouses don't have security cameras at all? How'd they get this footage?” Jason complains, eyes narrowed at the TV.

It feels as though ice has been poured down her spine at his words. She freezes, body stiffening in shock. He's right… G said there's none because that's why he asked me to check things out. The only people who'd know this are Chat, Gamer, myself, and Red Hood and his gang. She swallows thickly and tries to subtly side-eye Jason. Oh no. I've been crushing on my roommate who works for Red Hood's gang? Oh god! The friend with the emergency was referring to Red Hood calling him into work!

She can't help but inhale a shallow panicked breath. He could've been one of the lackeys shooting at me and Chat this past week. Or, or I could've hurt him with my yo-yo. Or—

Jason turns to fully face, clearly registering the blatant panic on her face. “Hey, hey, hey, Marinette, you're okay, you're safe. What's wrong?”

“Are you working for Red Hood?” Marinette blurts out, accidentally, the words pouring out in an unintentional panicked rush. “Are you in his gang?”

He jerks back, fear, confusion, and hurt crosses his face. “Wh-what? What makes you think that?”

“His gang was just in that warehouse, and you were out on an emergency for a "friend". And how would you have known unless you were there tonight and working for his gang?” She chews her lip forcefully and winces as the taste of iron floods her mouth.

He reaches towards her, eyes widening concern.

She flinches back, suddenly reminded of how similar this is to that moment with Red Hood on the warehouse balcony.

Jason jerks back as if her flinching burnt him. Raising his hands, he leans away from her to give her some semblance of space. “Fuck. Look, I'm not going to hurt you! Have I ever hurt you whilst we've been roomies?”

Nervously, she shakes her head.

“I really care about you, Marinette. Hell, we've lived together for nearly a year now. I would never hurt you, okay! I promise.” Tears prick in his eyes, and he grimaces slightly, lowering his hands to rest on his lap. “Yeah, I uh, I'm working for him. But I do everything I can to keep work from following me home. I didn't tell you because I never wanted to scare you.”

Guilt gnaws at her. “I'm sorry! I shouldn't have judged. I—” She takes a shaky breath, “I really really care about you too. I'm just worried, what if Red Hood, or even Maladroit, or any of the other vigilantes hurt you? What if you get hurt in one of those gang wars?” Her words aren't lies but they're not the full truth either.

He sighs, “I can't promise I won't ever get hurt on the job. Maladroit and the other vigilantes do a lot of good but Maladroit especially is far too nice to hurt any of us. I've uh, seen her fight some of the others gang members, and been fought by her too. And out of everyone against the gang, she's the one who leaves us with barely more than a scratch at worst.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Most in the gang really respect her for that, y'know.”

Marinette's brain feels like the windows shutting down sound. “Oh. Oh.”

Sheepishly, he smiles half-heartedly at her. “Yeah.”

“So, is that why you were so adamant she's a fully-fledged vigilante in her right?” She asks, feeling bashful yet honoured whilst completely surprised.

Jason clears his throat and glances away. “Uh-huh.”

“Oh.” Her brain rewinds a moment. She splutters for a second, desperation racing through her. “Wait, she's fought you!?”

Full-on grimacing, he nervously laughs. “Left but a scratch!”

“Are you misquoting Monty Python right now? Oh good gods, that's the knight who says that after getting his limbs chopped off!” Marinette exclaims, looking every bit as horrified as her tone of voice conveys.

“Seriously, I've never gotten worse than a couple of minor cuts and bruises, I'm fine!” Jason reiterates.

She frowns and gingerly shuffles across the sofa closer to him. He keeps leaning back away, so she physically throws herself at him, pulling him into a tight hug. Incidentally burying her face in his shirt. “Okay, okay. Just, please let me know next time you get hurt. I've a friend who lived in a bad situation before, so I know how to help patch up minor injuries. Promise?”

Jason stiffens at the hug and slowly moves one hand to cup the back of her head whilst wrapping the other around her back. He shuts his eyes, cocking his head back and sighs. “Alright. I promise I'll tell you. And I'm sorry for keeping something this big from you. As I said, I was worried you'd be scared of me or that you'd get dragged into gang-related shit because of it.”

“You don't need to apologise.” Marinette mumbles in response, “I get it. I really do understand.” She bites at her sore bleeding lips again in guilt, her secret identity left unspoken on her tongue.

He shrugs, “so uh. I'm guessing you're still happy to stay roomies then, right?”

“Of course!” She responds without missing a beat hugging him even tighter.

Eventually, they release each other from the embrace to finish their now lukewarm hot chocolates and popcorn. The news continues playing, no longer forgotten in the background as the two try to act as if nothing has changed.

———

Jason collapses onto his bed with a heavy sigh. He pulls out his phone and rings a number on autopilot.

The dial tone plays as the line connects. “Hey, whaddup Jay?”

“Holy fucking shit balls, man.” Jason groans. “I fucked up.”

Roy hums, “like need help burying a body fucked up or what?”

Jason groans even louder, smushing his face into his bed covers. “My roomie is smart, right. I accidentally let a tiny detail slip when we were chatting whilst watching the eleven o'clock news as usual. And she now thinks that I'm in Red Hood's gang.”

There's a long pause, before Roy bursts into raucous laughter. “Holy shit, I'm dying! She's not wrong!”

“Yeah. I know. She ain't right either though.” He grumbles in response. “She was absolutely terrified when she realised. Nearly had a full-on panic attack and everything.”

“Oh fuck.” Roy helpfully says.

Jason grunts in agreement. “She was also real concerned that Red Hood or the vigilantes have hurt me.”

“Well, that's better?” Roy offers, sounding rather unsure of his own words.

“Yeah but she's taken thinking I'm some low-level member of my gang this badly, how the fuck d'ya think she's gonna take finding out I'm the big bad Red Hood himself?” Jason sighs. “I don't want to ask her out without her knowing this, 'cause it could endanger her.”

Roy hums again, “well, you've been roommates this long already and she's been completely safe from the Vigilante-Gang life so far.”

There's a gentle thump as Jason lifts his head and throws it into the sheets again out of sheer frustration. He relents, reluctantly. “That's true…”

“See. And since it sounds like she's not planning on moving out, clearly she doesn't mind living with you. Just ask her out to dinner already.” Roy adds, cheerfully.

Huffing, he rolls over on the bed. “I'm starting to feel like those weird girl slumber party ads with the creepy phone-a-boy games.”

Roy wheezes, followed by a thudding noise and the distant sound of his cackling.

“Wow. And to think I called you for help. I'm offended.” Jason goads with no bite, waiting a few seconds to hear Roy's response but it's just more laughter.

He rolls his eyes and ends the call, not like Roy will mind. Throwing an arm over his face, Jason barely refrains from grabbing his pillow to scream into. He doesn't, obviously. Because the walls are thin enough that Marinette might hear him and he's worried her enough this night as is.

Sighing like a lovesick protagonist in a period romance novel, Jason moves his arm to run his fingers through his own hair. A date. Just gotta ask her at some point, to dinner at a fancy-ish restaurant. It'll be fine, what's the worst that can happen?

Her terrified reaction on the sofa flashes through his mind, followed by the reminder of how small and scared Maladroit had seemed when she had fallen to her knees on the warehouse balcony. There was no way that she was faking the pain, like he'd initially thought. She had practically staggered in her mad dash to escape. And there's no way for me to find out whether she got to somewhere safe afterwards. God, she could be lying dead in some dank alleyway for all I know right now. Fuck, I hope she's okay...

He groans in distress and shifts in place. Already feeling like he really won't be getting any sleep at all tonight at this rate, thanks to his concern for those two.

———

| Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little fic! Comments, Likes, and Reblogs are much appreciated! |

| I decided to go close to canon for names this time, hence why Chat Noir remains unchanged but Max is Gamer (because A. that was his Akuma name, and B. he's like Player from Carmen Sandiego in this, couldn't help myself), and Marinette is Maladroit (from the first thing she calls herself in Origins). |

| Oh, also whilst it's not explicitly stated in the text; Marinette/Maladroit's has the power of luck/being lucky, Chat Noir has the power of being unlucky, and Red Hood has "Perfect Aim" aka he's a hitscan. Which is why Maladroit is able to dodge his bullets by making herself "lucky enough" to dodge in time. |

| Also feel free to send me any comments with any questions you have regarding this fic, I'll be more than happy to answer! |

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