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thepaperpanda · 1 year

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A Sense Of Lightness || Neteyam x fem!Omaticaya reader

Summary: After being accepted as a new Na’vi couple, you decide to mate with Neteyam before Eywa; the ache to be his lifetime partner has been burning inside of you for quite some time

Warnings: smut 🔥(first time)

Word count: 2970

Author: Rouge

A/N: Prior to reading, it’s important to know that: the reader is female Omaticaya ✤ characters are aged up (Neteyam is 20, reader is 19) ✤ a few things are in Na'vi language ✤ you'll find a glossary underneath the fic

The transition from childhood to adulthood is marked by customs and rituals in many cultures. A child who participates in a rite of passage has passed from childhood to adulthood. In this regard, the Na'vi were no exception. It has been said that every blessing and independence comes with a price. The blessings and independence of adulthood require emotional self-containment when faced with stress. The mature adult is able to contain and release stress in a safe and healthy way that protects vulnerable others.

Neteyam, though, continued to feel unprepared - instead he felt like letting everyone down continually on a regular basis, even though his parents seemed to favor him over his siblings.

The only person who really understood him seemed to be you. The two of you grew up side by side, becoming increasingly close over time. It was because of your persistence in walking to the Utral Aymokriyä that Neteyam realized you were considering something important.

During your conversation, you noticed that he seemed to be zoning out. It's possible that you've scared him; you weren't planning on doing this. As you sighed and gently tapped him on the shoulder, you tried to get his attention back. "Hey, did you hear what I just said?"

"Yes, I heard. You chose your profession. I'm glad you chose art. You have a lovely voice, and when you sing for us, everyone is mesmerized," Neteyam replied as he walked with you through the woodland.

A smug smile spread across your face as you teasingly whispered, "Even you, I hope."

The forest was the protective mother, a holy sanctuary away from curious glances of other tribe members.

Trying to grasp the idea he thought was floating through your mind occasionally, he asked, "So, why are we getting there?"

As you looked away, you took a moment to collect your thoughts before looking back at him. "You know..." You started softly, "Nga yawne lu oer, and I don't ever want to be apart. I want to be yours and yours only."

Holding your hand while walking, he squeezed your palm slightly and halted after he heard your confession. "Y/N... Are you sure about that?"

Your gentle nod was accompanied by a low whisper of ‘yes’ as you looked into his eyes.

Neteyam dreamed of sharing this moment with you because you were his beloved one, but he was scared about taking such a step at the same time -he was inexperienced and unconfident on this particular field. Neteyam had overheard older boys talking about these matters, and he was concerned - all he wanted to do in the end was provide you with the best experience possible. His hand squeezed your palm harder and he smiled softly, telling you, "You know how much I love you. I promised you once that no matter what, we'll be together, forever. If you truly choose to spend your lifetime by my side, my deepest gratitude goes out to Eywa for setting you on my path and blessing me with the gentleness of your heart and soul.”

A little gasp escaped you as you stared at him with your best doe-eyes. "Oh, Neteyam! It surprises me that you can be so open about your feelings, since you've always seemed somewhat secretive…”

"You know, yawntutsyìp, normally I show things that need to be shown, but those which are more private sit here," he touched his temple. "And here," Neteyam moved his palm and touched his heart. “I can only be myself by your side, only by your side can I reveal who I really am, and only by your side I don't have to hide my true feelings, and I will never cease to be grateful for that freedom you constantly provide me with.”

The bonds of love were stretched by all the things he said, and as your eyes fixed on his, you only let a single tear flow down your cheek. This moment brought you to realize that you loved Neteyam not only for his outer shell, but also for who he was - a friend, a partner in crime, a shoulder to lean on, and hopefully your mate, soon.

It wasn't long before you reached the Tree of Voices - an important spiritual site of the Omaticaya clan. Through neural queue contact with the tree, you could hear the voices of your ancestors, so it was named after its extraordinary feature.

As Neteyam sat on the grass, its bioluminescence, glowing in purple and bluish hues, responded immediately to his touch.

You soon did the same, at first just nuzzling your face against his chest while remaining silent, listening to his heartbeat, losing yourself in the sweetness of the moment. Soon, you spoke. “Although I am not an expert on these matters, I am aware of the pain it can cause. I am not trying to impugn your honor, Neteyam, nor am I trying to presume you are a monster, but until I know more, I cannot suppose myself secure."

"It is frightening, as is everything we don't know," Neteyam remarked as he traced the grass tufts with his thumb, his fingers were never quite touching the flesh of your leg, which was intertwined with his as you sat next to him. "It's going to be quite different from anything we've ever done before. I have been worried about it for a long time. I am concerned about hurting you."

It was becoming chilly as the eclipse approached, so you rolled a little in his arms and crossed your own over your chest. "I trust you so much, Neteyam. I'm afraid of pain, yes, but I know there's more."

Shivering, you felt the cold air on your skin. "Pxìm, when we kiss, our bodies move without us thinking about it. It feels terrifyingly pleasant, but I'm terrified," you said with a shiver. I'm afraid of losing control of my body, that tiny niche of control that I've carved out for myself despite everything." For several moments, he was silent, long enough for you to consider whether you should have spoken that way.

Neteyam suggested, "Let's explore each other tonight. Each moment we agree to, and each moment we can ask to quash it all." In this way, we won't cross the boundaries we don't want to cross."

There was an intoxicating sensation in your heart - his idea of sharing joy, of discovering, enticed you. If this intercourse was indeed a means to growing closer to each other, you desired it. You gripped his hand tightly and said, "All right, I accept this idea. I wish to explore with you. However, both of us must be in control here and I urge you to ask me before performing any experimentation."

A lusty sparkle ignited in Neteyam's eyes as he moved so close you could feel his breath on your cheek as he spoke just one word - ‘undress’.

In a slightly shy manner, you kneeled next to him, eyeing him attentively. First, you took off the brown fabric covering your breasts and crossed your arms instinctively to cover your flesh. Neteyam gently shook his head ‘no’, and you, regaining your composure, slowly let your hands move down your chest, exposing your privates to his hungry eyes.

When his strong arms wrapped around your almost naked body, you gasped. His hands conformably encircled you, pinning your body to the ground. Neteyam traced circles from your shaking shoulder to your skinny waist, sending goosebumps erupting all over your skin. You could feel his breath pooling on your neck, his fingers abruptly stopping at your hip. As his hands continued down your thigh, a low mewl escaped your lips. The firm grip on your hip, the trace of your knee, the hard thumbs pressed into your flesh - each left you shaking. This reminded you of the passionate kisses you had when you lost yourselves in the divine passion of each other. Your head lifted as you caught Neteyam's lips against yours. You felt blood rushing through your body as skin touched skin. Although the kiss was blissful, there was something searching about the way his tongue brushed against yours.

Getting confident, Neteyam tugged gently on the strings that kept the cloth covering your lower parts, looking you directly in the eyes.

A silent 'yes' accompanied your nod. As you watched him caress your body inch by inch as he kissed down your chest, the sparkles in your eyes grew brighter. As much as the idea of having Neteyam's hand where you were so vulnerable concerned you, once you started fantasizing about it, you couldn't stop - it wouldn't be anything you hadn't done before though, especially while imagining things the oldest of the Sully brothers would have done to you… You were surprised when he first touched your exposed collarbone rather than between your legs. The kisses retraced the trails left by his hands as they moved from your shoulders and down your sides. The moment his lips touched your legs, you felt a wildfire in your core that demanded to be quenched. As his weight settled over you, his lips layered yours, and then heavy hands slipped beneath the piece of fabric, nestling into the warmth waiting there, then sliding into the awaiting wetness briefly. He gently untied the strings of the cloth, taking it off of you and placing it beside you. Then, his lips locked on your aching mound. Your mouth dropped open - the feeling overwhelmed you, and you seemed as if his hands were carrying you upwards, towards some uncharted destination. “Oh, Neteyam,” you sighed slightly, rolling your head backwards a little, nesting it on a soft grass tuft. “It feels so divine…” The sensation of his softness on your slick folds made you shiver - the feeling was strange, and shameful, because you found yourself wanting more. The repeated pressure at your opening soon transformed from an alien feeling into an inviting one. You groaned into the grass, then moaned loudly, as your pussy lips spread apart, his attention deepening as his index finger gently touched your clitoris.

As Neteyam raised his head, he disengaged his lips from your vulnerable spot, gently running the tip of his tongue along them. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

“Yes,” you whispered, barely moving your lips while looking him in the eyes.

With no unnecessary words, he continued eating you out, exploring your private parts with both his tongue and fingers. In just a moment, he slipped a digit gently into your pussy. His tongue flattened, pressing to your clitoris as his finger moved slowly in and out of you.

Moaning was the only logical reaction, and so you did, becoming a little, moaning mess, begging Neteyam for more.

Neteyam discovered with amusement that your pussy soon became incredibly tight, and your inner, soft walls began clenching rhythmically around Neteyam's finger, milking it with your warm wetness. When the overwhelming pleasure became unbearable, you instinctively slipped your fingers into his hair, gently tugging on his braid as a loud whimper rolled over your parted lips. You rolled to the side, panting - you didn't react as Neteyam came to lie beside you, the limbs tossed in a tumble of warm skin; it was a scene you couldn't have ever imagined.

Taking your time to enjoy so craved closeness, the two of you snuggled together, caressing each other solemnly.

"I guess it's my turn to pay the favor back," you whispered teasingly as you kissed Neteyam's lips passionately while his cloth was being taken off.

Neteyam did not flinch when you rolled to him, just blushed a little - he did not complain when you began your investigation - a truly scientific look at a part of man you had never encountered before. Neteyam's penis was long and curved, too turgid to bend, and his scrotum was soft to hold in your hands; his testicles shifted slowly as your fingers gently caressed them.

Straddling his legs, you felt the muscled calves support your ass. "Have your penis experienced pleasure while your mouth was inside me?" You asked curiously.

He grinned at you and replied, "Your pushes against my head were so vigorous that my shaft thrusted the grass, growing larger, so the answer is yes.”

Seeing Neteyam lying still beneath you, you ran the tip of your tongue across your lips and smiled widely, showing off your teeth. It dawned on you that you no longer felt ashamed of your nakedness.

Daintily, your neat fingers brushed up against his shaft.

A deep sigh was emitted from Neteyam, his eyes becoming large as he jerked a little.

"I see you appreciate such contact," you teased, feeling your embers rekindle. When you encircled his shaft in your smooth palm, he began swearing out loud.

Feeling him twitch and squirm beneath you, totally subordinate to your whimsy was intoxicating.

A cat's grin spread across your face as Neteyam groaned in response to your touch.

Several minutes passed before he spoke, "Feels so good... But quite sensitive. I need some moisture."

"I think we should do something about that." As you licked your lower lip and nestled yourself between his legs, you lowered your head; initially, accommodating his shaft in your mouth seemed difficult, but once you relaxed your throat and muscles in general, it became easier.

A fistful of your hair was seized by Neteyam, who cursed out loud, "Fuck."

As you slowly bobbled your head, you kept in mind that you had to also work your tongue - girls had said that this way men were losing their senses completely.

While massaging your scalp with his long fingers, he managed to whimper quietly, "The pleasure is unbearable."

After quickening your attempts to please your beloved boyfriend, he began leaking precum; the salty taste was left on your tongue, but you loved it.

His cock fell out of your mouth with a loud pop, and you moved a little to kiss his lips while stroking his shaft and circling his leaking tip with your thumb. “Did you like fìkem?”

A hand was placed on your cheek by Neteyam as he nodded eagerly. "I loved every moment you gave to me, oeyä yawntu."

A mischievous grin danced across your lips as you decided to try something much more intimidating. His cock was grabbed and jerked several times before being rubbed against your pussy. From bottom to top, Neteyam's cock brushed against the wetness under your labia. You couldn't resist shifting further up his legs, which caused Neteyam's cock to pass your second lips. The experience was strange, it was too much, but it was all you craved for so long.

Suddenly, your grinding turned from exploratory to utterly necessary - your strokes collided your sexes and white-hot explosions in the back of your skull made you moan loudly.

When Neteyam's cock collided with your needing wetness, he instinctively grabbed your tail, caressing its tip, cursing both in Na’vi and English.

"Do you want..." You whispered, slowly grinding against his penis, looking him in the eye. It was hard for you to fully express your desires. "My confidence has never been stronger than now, Neteyam. I need you to be mine fully.”

Neteyam nodded, still playing with your tail, which was wriggling vigorously from the emotions you were experiencing. "I've been dreaming about it, Y/N."

Taking hold of your braid, you swung it over your shoulder, waiting for his reaction.

In a few seconds, Neteyam took his braid into his palm, and soon your neural queues were connected.

The unbearable pleasure now became more intense and welcoming as the warm feeling filled you from within; you felt as if you were drowning in it; your pupils widened rapidly. “Dear Eywa! Neteyam!”

Upon connecting your queues, Neteyam grabbed his shaft and stroked it briefly before slowly pushing himself into your wet core, causing you to roll your head back in a rapture.

Neteyam's hips were bucking up, and his cock was spreading your insides painfully; his hands were placed on your hips, guiding you back and forth, encouraging you to move faster.

Initially bucking your hips slowly, you allowed yourself time to fully accommodate his member; the curve of his penis filled your pussy to the brim, leaving you panting as your hands stroked his bare chest. "Oeyä Neteyam."

His cock was coated with your slick wetness, which made it more sensitive. In a husky voice, Neteyam warned, "I won't last much longer, baby.”

Nothing could stop you from riding your orgasm against his cock as the pleasure shot through your body. “Neteyam!”

The tightening of his grip on your hips was accompanied by sloppily moving hips as he chased his peak. As soon as your name rolled off his lips, he delved his cock deeply into your pussy, cumming within you, milking your inner walls with his seeds.

As you continued to buck your hips several times, you moved your hand down your body to caress the place you were still connected. “I love you, Neteyam. Once and for all.”

As you got off him, Neteyam whistled, nestling you in his arms immediately. "Irayo for taking me to Eywa."

You kissed his nose lovingly and claimed, "I think we didn't do that badly for our first time."

Having agreed with you, Neteyam chuckled softly, "Yeah, we did a really good job. We're an excellent team, aren't we?" While his fingertips brushed against your sweaty skin, his strong arms held you close to his chest.

Instead of replying, you placed your head on his chest and closed your eyes, listening to his mighty heartbeat. There was a sense of lightness - you attributed some of that to your first orgasms, but you knew your joy reached deeper than that.

Glossary:

oeyä yawntu - my beloved

oeyä - my

Utral Aymokriyä - Tree of Voices

yawntutsyìp - darling

nga yawne lu oer - I love you

irayo - thank you

pxìm - often

fìkem - this (action)

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octoberclidan · 1 year

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First Time Kisses with Team Free Will

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader

Summary: Three glimpses into the first time the reader (she/her) kisses each of the members of Team Free Will (separate).

Note: this was written by myself for myself; there are probably mistakes. My first language is English but I'm not American, so it may sound weird in places if you happen to be American reading it. If you do happen to come across this and spend time reading it, I hope you enjoy it somewhat!

Masterlist

Dean

[Y/N] was sitting in her bed in the bunker, reading a book she'd picked up earlier in the week. Considering the fact that it was a fiction novel, it was probably the first non-lore book she'd read in months. It was quiet at the moment in relation to cases, and Team Free Will were taking advantage of resting up for the last week. She was pulled from her story when there was a knock on her door. "Come in?" She called. The door opened and Sam stepped in.

"Hey, Dean was wondering if you wanted to join us for a movie night in his 'Dean Cave'? He's already sent Cas out to get snacks".

[Y/N] set her book down beside her. "Yeah, sure, sounds good". She smiled at him.

"Cool, just come down to the room when you're ready. Take your time, Cas will probably be another 20 minutes at least". Sam turned to leave the room.

"Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?" He turned back to see her nervously biting her lip.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course". He walked back into her room and closed the door behind him before sitting down on the edge of her bed.

[Y/N] fidgeted with the cover on her bed, not quite sure exactly what she wanted to ask him now that he was listening. He raised an eyebrow at her and smirked; he already knew what was on her mind.

"Did you want to ask me about Dean?" [Y/N]'s eyes shot to Sam when he asked this - had she been making her crush that obvious? Did Dean already know about it? Sam chuckled at her shocked expression. "Don't worry, he's as clueless about your crush on him as you are about his crush on you".

"He... he doesn't have a crush on me.. does he?"

"He does, I know for a fact that he does because he asked me about you earlier". [Y/N] felt her cheeks grow hotter. She had been living in the bunker for just a month, but she had known the boys and hunted with them for over a year now. Dean had flirted with her the first time they met, and she had flirted back, but it was more of a 'we're friends who flirt for fun' sort of thing. Ever since moving in however, [Y/N] had started to develop feelings for the hunter. He would wink at her, compliment everything about her, hold her waist when he was squeezing past her, lean over her to grab something, reach over her to pick something off a shelf. Any chance for him to be close to her, he was there to take it.

"You should tell him".

"What if it makes things awkward though? We're hunters, usually being involved with each other makes things harder, what if he just wants to stick to harmless flirting?" Sam was amused, [Y/N] was a hunter who he had personally seen kill vampires, werewolves, demons, and all sorts of other monsters. Seeing her get all shy about a crush and what Dean may think of her showed him a side to her that he didn't get to see often.

"I think our lives are already too short to worry about stuff like that. You'd be good together, you'd make each other happy". Sam smiled at her. "Come on, let's go see what he's decided to make us all watch this evening". He pulled her up from her bed and they made their way down to the Dean Cave, where Dean was already sitting on the couch.

"Hey! Cas should be back in a few minutes, you two ready?" Dean looked to [Y/N] and patted the space beside him while Sam took one of the armchairs. She smiled at Dean and sat down beside him.

"Poltergeist? Again?" Sam asked as he looked at the screen in front of them.

"It's a classic Sammy, part of our cultural heritage".

"I have the snacks you asked for". Cas had just walked into the room with a bag, [Y/N] could see a bag of popcorn sticking out the top. He placed the bag down on the table in front of them and took the other armchair in the room. Once they were all settled in, Dean started the movie. She would never admit it, but [Y/N] didn't like horror or thriller; she had enough of that in her personal life. She was trying to keep her eyes off the screen as much as possible without being caught; she didn't want to give the boys any reason to make fun of her, especially not for being scared of a movie when she hunts monsters for a living.

She reached towards the table to grab some popcorn, and Dean must have noticed the slight shake in her fingers because he raised an eyebrow at her. "You okay Sweetheart?" He whispered, the sudden, unexpected question causing her to jump slightly.

"Yeah I'm fine". Dean waited a few more minutes and observed her while she pretended she didn't know he was staring at her before turning the movie off. They all turned their heads toward Dean.

"Dude, why'd you turn it off?" Sam mumbled through a mouth full of popcorn.

Dean shrugged. "It's late, we can watch the rest another time".

"It's 11pm and if I'm not mistaken we're only half way through". Cas furrowed his eyebrows at Dean in confusion; 11pm was not late by Dean's standards. Dean just shrugged again. "In that case I will go and look for something to research". Sam also followed Cas out of the room, mentioning something about getting a workout in before bed. [Y/N] made a move to stand up but Dean grabbed her wrist, pulling her back down to the couch.

"Not you Sweetheart".

"What?"

"You don't seem upset by the early end of the movie". He raised his eyebrows at her questioningly.

"I guess I'm tired too".

"I never said I was tired".

"Why did you turn it off then?"

"You were scared, I could see you shaking [Y/N]. You can hunt demons and monsters, but can't watch a scary movie?" [Y/N] looked away in embarrassment. "Hey, I'm not making fun of you, I'm just surprised". He reached over and put his hand on her thigh, stroking it with his thumb. Now she felt nervous for a different reason.

"It feels pretty stupid".

"I'm terrified of flying". [Y/N] was amused at his confession, he had literally died, many, many times, and he was scared of flying? Dean saw her lip turn up into a smile and he elbowed her gently. "Don't laugh at me, I'm opening up to you here!"

"Sorry". She giggled at him. "It's hard to imagine you being scared of anything".

"Well I'm scared of lots of things. Losing you, or Sammy, or Cas, messing up a hunt, making a move on you".

"What?" [Y/N] wasn't quite sure she heard the last part properly.

"I guess I'm scared of being rejected by you".

"You... want me?"

"Yes".

"Did Sam say something to you?"

"He may have". Dean smiled at her. "Is that a valid thing to be scared of?" [Y/N] shook her head.

"I wouldn't reject you Dean". He shifted closer to her so their legs were touching, and he slid his hand on her leg closer to the inside of her thigh, causing her breath to hitch. His other hand came up to hold the back of her head, and he gently pulled her closer until their lips were touching. Both of them closed their eyes and relaxed into the kiss. [Y/N] brought her hand up to rest on his upper arm, feeling the muscles under his flannel, while the other lay on his hand on her thigh. Dean leaned forward, pushing [Y/N] to lay back on the couch and he crawled on top of her. Her hands wrapped around his neck, and they opened their mouths to each other to let their tongues in. Dean used one hand to keep himself propped up so he didn't have all of his weight on her, and his other hand snaked under her shirt to grab her waist. After several more minutes of touching and kissing, Dean pulled back and looked down at her in admiration. "Wanna take this to my room?" He asked her. She nodded, and he leaned down to press one more kiss to her lips before pulling her up and leading the way to his bedroom.

Sam

"Hey, Dean called, him and Cas need backup". Sam poked his head into [Y/N]'s room at the bunker.

"Are they okay?" She closed the book on vampires that she had been reading and quickly stood up from where she had been lounging on her bed.

"Yeah, yeah they're fine, remember they thought it was just a couple of vamps? Well it's more like a nest of 11 or 12. It's a two hour drive, they want us to help take them out. You in?"

"Of course! Meet in the garage in five minutes?" [Y/N] began to look around her room for some more hunting-appropriate clothes instead of the pyjamas she'd been wearing all day, when she noticed that Sam was still standing in the doorway. "Did you want something else?" She turned to look at him. He blinked and shook his head, only just realising that he'd been staring at her. He had been staring at her a lot recently, enough that Dean, and even Cas, had remarked on it. He stole glances at her whenever he could, he glared at men who seemed interested in her when they were out at bars, he daydreamed about her when she wasn't around. Sam and [Y/N] had known each other for years, and she had been living in the bunker with them for two years now so they were definitely close. He had always found her attractive, but recently he started to notice how good she was at research, quickly coming up with plans while on hunts, and how compassionate she was with victims of monster attacks. He had started to think of her as more than just a friend, but he had no idea what she thought of him, or if she even thought he was good-looking.

"Uh, no, sorry, yeah I'll meet you then". He turned awkward and stumbled out of the room, leaving [Y/N] slightly confused at his behaviour, but she shrugged it off and started to change her clothes. One she was done, she made her way out to the garage to find Sam already waiting in one of the bunker's cars.

The drive was spent quizzing each other on vampires to brush up on the lore, it had been awhile since their last vampire hunt. [Y/N] brought the book she had been reading, and Sam asked her to read a few paragraphs from it; he liked listening to her voice. After a couple of hours they turned a corner to an old abandoned factory, and saw the Impala sitting outside, Dean and Cas already standing outside to greet them.

"So myself and Cas will cause a distraction, draw them all out to the front of the factory, and Sam and [Y/N] go around the back and attack them from behind, make sure none are left behind". Dean looked between everyone. "Everyone clear?" They all nodded at him. [Y/N] and Sam made their way around the side of the factory and around to the back. [Y/N] took a quick look in through a dirty window and saw two vampires sitting at a table.

"There's two here, the rest must be farther to the front". She whispered to Sam and he nodded. They waiting for a couple of minutes, and then they heard a crash. [Y/N] looked back in to the window and saw the two vampires hurrying out of the room towards the front of the building where the crash had come from. "Okay, come on let's go!" She turned to Sam as he shouldered the old wooden door and it easily gave way under his weight, granting the two of them access. They both had machetes in their hands, guns stuffed into their waistbands in case they needed them. Sam took the lead, walking through the back room and out into a corridor.

[Y/N] was admiring Sam's muscular back when she tripped over a brick that was lying on the dark floor, falling down onto her hands and knees. "[Y/N] are you okay?" She looked up to see Sam's panicked expression, he hadn't heard her fall and had been quite far ahead of her when he realised she wasn't behind him. He reached out a hand to her when she nodded and she took it. He pulled her up and she tripped slightly, falling towards his chest. He caught her, and put his hands firmly on her shoulders. He crouched down slightly to look at her face properly.

"I'm fine Sam, I just tripped".

"Stay behind me okay? I think they're just through that next door". [Y/N] would usually be annoyed if Dean was being overprotective; she would see it as him not trusting her hunting skills, or him treating her like a little sister. It was different when Sam did it. When Sam told her to stay behind him, she knew that he admired her as a hunter, but cared about her too much to let her go first. She couldn't help but smile behind his back.

They quickly made their way to the front of the factory where they found Dean and Cas fighting against several vampires, two already dead on the ground. Sam and [Y/N] ran at the vampires that were currently focusing on Dean and Cas, catching them off guard from behind. The four of them fought together, until they were down to one vampire each. [Y/N] managed to kill hers, and she looked to the boys to see who needed help, when Cas killed his an immediately ran to Dean to help. [Y/N] turned her attention to Sam but was stopped in her tracks when she saw that the vampire had managed to grab Sam's machete and plunge it into his stomach. [Y/N]'s mouth went dry and all she could feel was rage as she charged towards the vampire, cutting its head off from behind. She dropped her machete and fell to her knees to catch Sam who was already on his knees, and swaying, grabbing the wound in his side.

"Hey, Sam, you're okay". His eyes were trying to focus on her but his eyelids were closing. Keeping her hands on his shoulders, she turned her head to look for the others. "CAS". She called. "CAS GET OVER HERE NOW". Both Cas and Dean were wiping the blood off their faces from the vampire they just took down when they whipped their heads towards [Y/N]'s shout. Cas raced to them and placed his fingers on Sam's forehead. There was a white glow, and then Sam completely slumped unconscious into [Y/N]'s arms. She struggled under his weight, but Dean quickly lifted him off her. "I-is he okay?" [Y/N]'s voice was shaking as she stood up.

"Yes, he just needs to rest, but he's okay". Cas moved to help Dean lift Sam, and together they carried him out to the Impala, [Y/N] trailing slowly behind. Sam had woken up slightly by the time they got to the car, and was able to walk with just Dean holding on to his side. Cas opened the back door and was about to sit in his usual spot when it was the four of them, but Dean quickly spoke up.

"Cas, why don't you take shotgun this time? [Y/N] can sit in the back and keep an eye on Sam". He helped Sam slide in through the open door and turned to [Y/N]. "You okay Sweetheart?" He put his hand on her shoulder and looked at her with a concerned expression. She just nodded. "He's okay, you saved him. Thank you". She didn't respond, she just looked at Sam. "I think maybe tonight would be a good time to tell him how you feel". Her eyes snapped to Dean's as he said this and she blinked at him, he smiled softly at her. "Our lives are short, I know you care about Sammy just as much as I do, and I think you'd be a good match. I also happen to know that he most definitely has a crush on you". He winked at her before leaving to open the driver's door, while she stood there blushing thinking about Sam having a crush on her. With a deep breath, she opened the back door to the Impala and slid in next to Sam on his left. He was sitting up and awake, but looked tired. She argued with herself in her head for a couple of minutes, and then made the decision to reach over and grab his hand. He smiled at her, and she was almost certain that she saw a blush on his cheeks too. He turned her hand so that it was palm down on his thigh, and he placed his right hand on top of hers, stroking it with his thumb. His left arm came up and he nodded his head, gesturing for her to move closer. Before her confidence ran out, she shifted closer to him and leaned her head on his shoulder, his around dropping around her. Dean smiled at them in the rear view mirror.

Sam and [Y/N] stayed like that the entire ride back to the bunker, and Sam was now awake enough to make it down the stairs himself. Dean excused himself, and hinted at Cas to do the same, leaving [Y/N] and Sam alone. "You saved me today". He smiled down at her.

"You've saved me plenty of times". She noted. "I was so scared when I saw that vamp hurt you Sam". He stepped closer to her and reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear.

"I know the feeling. But I'm here, I'm okay, I'm with you". He didn't take his hand back, instead moving it to cup her cheek. "I heard Dean tell you that I have a crush on you". She looked up at him. "He was telling the truth, I do".

"Kiss me then". He smiled at her demand and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. Her hands immediately shot up into his hair, pulling him closer to her, and he walked her backwards until her back hit the map table. He finally took his hand away from her face, and without breaking the kiss, reached down to her thighs and lifted her up so she was now sitting on the table. She bit his lip, testing the waters, and he opened up, letting her in. His hands moved up her thighs and past her hips, both of them sliding under her shirt and grabbing her waist. Her hands moved down to the buttons on his flannel and she began undoing them, eager to see more of him. Once all of the buttons were undone, Sam shrugged the flannel off and [Y/N] moved her attention to the hem of his t-shirt. Finally, Sam pulled back and smiled at her.

"I think we should take this to my room".

Castiel

Sam, Dean, Cas, and [Y/N] were all in the Impala on their way home from a successful hunt. As usual, Dean was driving, Sam was shotgun, and [Y/N] and Cas were in the back. "I say we hit the bar". Dean had been in a good mood all day, having killed both a shifter and a djinn who were working together and abducting people from a town not far from the bunker. They were able to complete the case without any fatalities, freeing everyone who had been taken, and leaving all members of Team Free Will in a very good mood.

"I'm down". Sam nodded at him.

"Can you drop me back at the bunker first Dean? I'm kinda looking forward to just getting home and relaxing".

Dean raised an eyebrow at her in the rear view mirror. "You don't want to celebrate?"

"I do, just from the comfort of the bunker".

"Well you can't celebrate on your own". Sam turned around to look at her.

"No, you guys should go out, find celebration hookups, the works. I just wanna cosy up on the couch".

"You sure you don't want to find a celebration hookup of your own?" When Dean asked this, [Y/N] could see Cas stiffen out of the corner of her eye.

"I don't feel like going to a bar either, I can keep you company". Cas offered up. She turned to him and smiled before nodding, an action that made Cas relax back into the back bench.

"Fuck it, there's beer back in the bunker. We can have a quiet celebration just the four of us tonight, then when you kids are feeling more awake we can all go out tomorrow night".

"I'm millions of years older than you Dean". [Y/N] giggled and Cas smiled at her, he didn't always know how he made her laugh, but he knew he liked it when he did.

Dean pulled into the bunker's garage and the four of them pulled their bags out with them. "Alright, meet in the Dean Cave in ten minutes, I have a few celebration ideas" Dean wiggled his eyebrows at the rest of them and headed off to his room to drop of his bag.

"Well that doesn't sound ominous". [Y/N] remarked and Sam shrugged. The three of them followed Dean's path to the corridor of bedrooms to drop off their stuff too. [Y/N] quickly changed into a pair of pyjamas, wanting to be comfortable, before making her way to Dean's favourite room in the bunker. She found him sitting in one of the armchairs and Cas sitting on the couch, Sam was just behind her. Cas smiled welcomingly at her so she took a seat beside him on the couch while Sam took the other armchair. She noticed the beer already open for each of them on the table.

"So, anyone up for a little drinking game?" Dean asked while rubbing his hands together, a sparkle in his eyes.

"I'm game" Sam said while reaching for one of the bottles.

"What game are we playing?" Cas asked.

"Never have I ever". Dean responded with a grin. [Y/N] felt a bit nervous, she wasn't the most experienced person in the room, with the world's most famous hunters and a literal angel sitting beside her, she felt like she was probably going to end up drinking the least while the rest of them got drunk. "You start us off kiddo". Dean nodded at [Y/N]. She thought about it for a few seconds, trying to think of something that she knew all three of them have done.

"Okay, never have I ever.... died". She said with a smirk. Sam rolled his eyes playfully and took a drink, and Dean nodded approvingly at her before reaching for his. Cas looked at both of them before picking up his beer, and he tilted his head.

"So if we have done the thing she says she hasn't, we take a drink?" He asked.

"Have we seriously never played this with you before?" Dean wiped his mouth as he put his beer down while Cas took a sip out of his. "You give it a shot next. Try think of something that you haven't done, that you think we've all done, or at least one of us, but try aim to get the most people drinking".

"Okay". The angel sat there with a look of concentration on his face. "Never have I ever gone to a movie theatre". Sam, Dean, and [Y/N] all took a drink.

"You should go to one some time, they're good". [Y/N] smiled.

"Alright, never have I ever... been to a beach". This time only [Y/N] and Cas took a drink. She looked between the two brothers and raised an eyebrow.

"You've hunted all over the country and never been a beach?" Sam shrugged and Dean shook his head. "We should all go to one next time we have a break!"

"Sounds like a plan Sweetheart, Sammy you're up".

"Never have I ever worn women's underwear". He smirked at Dean while he said this and Dean widened his eyes.

"How did you know about that? I've only ever spoken about that with myself".

"I may have bumped into a certain girl awhile back who shared the memory with me". Sam chuckled at Dean's annoyed expression. Dean and [Y/N] drank, and then Cas did too. They all looked at him questioningly.

"I've possessed female vessels in the past". [Y/N] giggled at the thought of both Dean and Cas in women's underwear before coming up with her next one.

"Never have I ever had a one night stand".

"Wait, you've never even had a celebration hookup?". Dean gawked at [Y/N].

"Nope. Drink up boys". All three of them drank, though she wasn't expecting Cas to. There must be so much about him that she didn't know yet; she hadn't spent as much time with him as she had with Sam and Dean. "Your go Cas". She nudged him with her elbow.

"Never have I ever... gone to prison". Sam and Dean both took a drink and [Y/N] looked between the two of them.

"Long story, we'll tell you another time. Never have I ever kissed a demon outside of a deal". Dean looked to Sam and Cas expectantly, and they both took a drink.

"I am learning a lot about you tonight Cas". She said, and he looked slightly embarrassed. Sam then cleared his throat.

"Never have I ever kissed an angel". Dean took a drink but was more interested in watching [Y/N]. She noticed this and looked to Sam, who was also watching her expectantly.

"What?" She asked, moving her eyes from one brother to the other.

"You've never kissed an angel?" Sam asked.

"When would I have kissed an angel?"

"You mean you two have never..." Dean waved his finger from [Y/N] to Cas and [Y/N] blushed at what he was implying. Dean smirked before turning to Cas. "Hey Cas, wanna give [Y/N] an opportunity to take a drink?"

"Dean!" [Y/N] gasped at him. Cas looked confused.

"What do you mean?" Cas sat up straight, he looked interested in what Dean meant by his suggestion.

"Dean is saying that if you want to kiss [Y/N], now is a good opportunity". Sam explained. He stood up and nodded towards the door at Dean. "Come on, they don't need an audience". Dean looked disappointed but stood up anyway and followed his brother out of the room, leaving [Y/N] and Cas sitting in silence.

"Would you like me to kiss you?" Cas turned towards [Y/N] and placed his beer down on the table. She swallowed nervously and put hers down too, then focused on picking at her fingers rather than look at Cas.

"I mean, if you wanted to kiss me, I would kiss you back... but you don't have to kiss me just because of a stupid game". She mumbled. Her heart started to beat a little bit faster when she felt Cas shift closer to her. His hand covered hers to stop her picking, and his other hand moved to her chin, turning her face to look at him. She saw his eyes flicker down to her lips, and he leaned forward to press his to them. She melted into the kiss, her body relaxing while her heart continued to speed up slightly. Feeling a little more confident than before, she took one of her hands out from under Cas' and moved it to the back of his head, slipping her fingers under the hair at the top of his neck. His tongue slid across her lower lip and she opened her mouth for him, intensifying their kiss. One of his hands held hers on her lap, and he kept the other on her face, using his thumb to stroke her cheek.

Eventually [Y/N] pulled back to take a breath and opened her eyes. Cas' eyes were still closed but he was smiling. She pulled her hand from his hair and ran it down the side of his face, he opened his eyes. "I think you're supposed to take a drink now". The angel said and she giggled. "Then can I kiss you again?" He asked with a smile.

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SOMEBODY ELSE — jay park [repost]

landing page. main masterlist.

pairing: ex boyfriend jay x afab reader

genre: angst, mild fluff, smut (mdni)

plot: jay gets bored in your relationship and calls it quits one night after claiming he slept with another woman, but he quickly regrets the decision and begins to send you gifts and messages every day in an attempt to win you back.

wc: 9011

warnings under the cut.

warnings: mentions of food and eating, kind of an established relationship but that ends real quick, break up, mentions of cheating, jay lied about cheating (inspired by the plot of the kdrama strangers again), reader considers one night stands but has only ever been with jay, jay begs for reader back, jay has a lot of making up to do, unprotected, mild mentions of cockwarming.

You sat down on your couch with a grin on your face, your head thrown back as you took in a deep breath and admired the smell of the fresh pasta your boyfriend, Jay, was just in the process of making for you.

You found it odd he offered to cook, especially since he often asked you to do so while he lazed about the apartment after a ‘long and tiring day at work’, he would always excuse.

But you accepted the offer of him cooking for you, regardless of what the reasons may be as to why he was doing it. You almost wondered if you had forgotten an important date, like his birthday or your anniversary. When you checked the calendar on your phone and found it empty, it helped put your worry at ease. The man was allowed to be nice and cook for you without a reason, you told yourself.

You lifted your head and then stared at the black screen of the TV before you. You sighed softly. Jay had been spending the last few weeks out every night, so you almost suspected he had another woman on the side. If that was the case, would he really be going out of his way to cook you food? Would he really be home on a Friday night and not out with his side piece?

You were also sure that Jay had caught onto your suspicions when a few nights ago, he caught you sneaking on his phone when he returned from showering. He didn’t say a word to you, just sat on his side of the bed with his hand held out to you and his eyebrow raised. Your flushed face at that time probably gave your every thought away.

You wasn’t sure what you expected to find. Whatever it was, you didn’t find it. The only thing you felt that night was shame as you sat against the headboard with your mind racing, guilty you invaded his personal, private space without asking.

But you also felt a spark of worry.

Any other time he would have told you off, but allowed you to continue peaking through his phone; just as he had access to everything on your phone in return. You both were never ones for secrets and locked phones. Something just didn’t feel… right. Your stomach and brain were clouded with an unsettled feeling.

Why did he take his phone off you?

Were you close to finding something he didn’t want you finding?

“Food’s ready,” Jay called from the kitchen, the sound of plates hitting the table a little harder than they probably should pulling you out of the memory. You cringed at the sound of the china, worried the plates or bowls would break. He was the one who offered to cooked for you, but by his actions, Jay sounded… angry?

You stood from your place on the sofa and carefully made your way to the kitchen with your fingers fiddling with one another. You walked into the kitchen and smiled small when you caught Jay’s eye. Jay gave a faint smile back, but then his face went back to looking serious as he stared at his food as if it was going to get up and walk off his plate.

As you entered the kitchen mix dining room, you found Jay was already sat at the other end of the table. But the way he set the table out was a little… distant? Lonely?… Cold.

Instead of you both sitting on the width side of the table, so you were close and could hold hands, play footsie, and stare into one another’s eyes, he had placed your plates at each length side of the table.

Was he making all this just so he could sit you down and give you a good telling off for going through his phone? If that was the case, he was being a bit to dramatic, you couldn’t help but think as you released a soft sigh from your lips.

You felt like he was miles apart as you sat down. He was far enough away you couldn’t easily reach for his hand, and your foot couldn’t even reach halfway down the table. You couldn’t look into his eyes as clearly as you wanted, so you couldn’t get a read on his mood. It felt like he had done thus purposely, so he could avoid you in some kind of way.

Was he really that mad you went through his phone?

You sat down at the seat he had made up for you and placed your hands on the table either side of your plate, your eyes staring at Jay with worry, curiosity hiding beneath the surface in the off chance that your suspicions were wrong about what was about to go down.

Jay picked up his fork and twirled some pasta on it before he shovelled it into his mouth. He looked nervous, as if he had something to say that he was unsure as to how you would react. His behaviour wasn’t giving him away too well, as even when he had good news to share previously, he would act the exact same way.

You decided not to wallow in your dark thoughts for fear of going insane, so you picked up your own fork and brought your own food to your mouth. You chewed carefully, but you kept your eyes on Jay the entire time while he looked absolutely anywhere, but his eyes refused to even glance in the direction you sat in, bare in mind at you.

You felt queasy, so placed your fork onto your plate and decided to reach for the glass of water, taking small but often sips as you trie to act as if you were just abnormally thirsty and not as if you were wasting his hard work.

It was rare he cooked for you.

While the food tasted just fine, your stomach was doing somersaults and you just knew you wouldn’t be able to keep it down depending on what it was he was going to reveal when he finally gathered the courage to finally speak up.

Jay finally placed his own fork down after he ate several mouthfuls during the course of the awkward silence.

You hated this.

Ever since he went on that weekend trip with his friends, he had been acting distant and it almost felt as if your relationship was slowly fading away. You feared losing him above all else as he was the love of your life. Your first love. Your only love.

The relationship didn’t start off as an easy one. Jay has been struggling his way through the end of his university course while juggling a full time internship at a company, why you were in the process of trying to decided what you wanted to do with your life and how you wanted to live. Both of you were down on your luck, but then you met one another at a bar and you both said it every time you relived the story—it was love at first sight.

But even you couldn’t deny how distant and cold things had been between you both as of recent weeks—months even. Even your own passion seemed to be snuffed out of Jay. When he crawled into bed at night, your brain didn’t go dizzy with the idea of how he was going to touch you or your body didn’t beg to be held in his arms all night long as you both slept.

Jay cleared his throat, trying to gain your attention. He didn’t know he had your full attention already as he was too distracted by his own thoughts, but he should have known you better. He just had to breathe, and you were ready to give up your whole life just to hear what he had to say.

Jay was your world. And you thought you were his too. But maybe you were wrong… Your dark thoughts plagued the brightest parts of your mind.

You placed the then almost empty glass of water down on the table and folded your hands in front of you on top of the table, your eyes staring at Jay’s every move.

“I think we should have a talk,” Jay expressed. His eyes began to wander again, his head even lowering as he stared at the wooden table before him. “Things haven’t always been easy between us. At some points, they’ve been so rough I’m surprised we ever survived those moments.”

Your eyes went wide at his choice of wording. He almost sounded like he wanted to cry. He sounded the same as the day he told you he loved you. He sounded in love with you again. You felt your heart swell and all anxieties slipped away momentarily.

Was he… going to propose? At long last? You’d had been waiting months, years even, for this day.

“You’re like my best friend,” Jay continued, forcing his head up as he stared at you from across the table. His eyes stared right into yours, and it almost intimidated you. “You’ve always been my number one supporter, and I’ll always be thankful for that. But lately, there’s been an energy shift between us. That weekend I went away with the boys…”

The pause caused your heart to shatter, your anxieties hitting you full force like a truck filled with weights driving into a wall at 100 mph. You thought you knew exactly what he was going to say, and you almost wanted to stop him.

But you owed him this, to allow him a chance to explain, at least.

Jay looked at you for guidance, as if asking you if he could continue speaking. You nodded your head with a singular, strong nod. He bit the inside of his cheek and closed his eyes, letting out a huff of air from his nose loudly. He opened his eyes again before he continued.

“I slept with someone else that weekend. I didn’t keep her number and I haven’t been speaking to her, but I still cheated. I think, out of respect for you, I should end this. You deserve better.”

You leant back in your chair and remained silent for a few seconds before you let out a laugh of disbelief. You shook your head, a string of giggles coming out. But then you looked at Jay, and his face said it all. He wasn’t joking.

“You…” You began, but your words betrayed you. Jay seemingly knew what you wanted to say, so he nodded his head as the only response he was able to offer you at that time. If he spoke, his words would just end up betraying him.

Shame.

That was what he felt at that time.

His hands were sweaty and his head was filled with thoughts of guilt and sadness. Did he have to hurt you like this on a random Tuesday afternoon? No. But he couldn’t let… This… keep on going between you both. He knew he had to let you go, despite the consequences and lies that may occur in the fallout.

Despite how he was feeling, he kept his head high and his shoulders pushed back to display that was felt confident and was unashamed to lose you. But deep down, unbeknownst to you, his heart—his whole world—was crashing down around him just as much as it was for you.

Jay stood from the table as your remained emotionless, static. Your hands remained flat on the table, flinching when Jay’s footsteps walking down the hallway in a brisk pace turned into a loud thud of the front door closing loudly.

You looked around.

Jay had really walked out.

He was really gone…

You sat on the couch for some time, a pillow to your body. Day in, day out, your mind wandered to thoughts of Jay only.

What was he doing? Who was he with? Where was he?

You had so many questions, and no way to get an answer. Sure, you maybe could have tried to message him, but was it worth the risk of either getting no response, or getting ones you didn’t want to see?

Your friend typed the code into your door, the same one Jay knew. You couldn’t, wouldn’t, change the password for fear of him coming back one day and being unable to enter.

You heard more than one pair of footsteps, and knew the time had come.

The footsteps entered your living room, and you looked up to see Jake, Sunghoon, and your best friend.

Your eyes glossed over. Your throat was tight and you knew your words would betray you, so you forced a small smile with a nod to display that you were okay with what was about to happen, despite the truth being the alternate.

Jake pressed a soft hand against your shoulder and smiled to show you his support, but the smile failed to reach his eyes. You looked down, pulling your knees to your chest as your best friend ushered the man to grab all things remaining of Jay, while she sat beside you in attempts to comfort you.

A part of you wanted to speak up to Jake and Sunghoon. They were the friends he went on the boys holiday with. Did they know about this the entire time and never tell you? You felt like the list of those who had betrayed you was stacking up. But you also knew it would be wrong of you to blame them. Jay was his own man, he was the only one who could make those kinds of decisions. They didn’t force him to fuck another woman while his sat at home waiting for his safe return.

Your friend wrapped her arm around you, pulling you to her side as her hand rubbed your upper arm. She didn’t say a word, and despite you having been in silence for a good few days by then, you were okay without the talking. You needed the comfort of just knowing someone, anyone, was there for you. You didn’t need words of false understanding and promises that everything, aka you, was going to be okay.

You heard bangs and clatters, then thuds of items falling inside of boxes. That went on for some hours, your friend moving back and forth between to the rooms to ensure you ate, and then to help the boys with anything they may have needed some extra hands for.

Finally, the sun began to set.

Your friend came back with some take away black bean noodles, and the boys were finally gone after their fourth and final trip.

You felt empty now, the photos of you and Jay having been removed from the living space. You didn’t know why they packed the photos of all things, but it almost made you feel lighter. Jay could stare at the and wallow in self pity and guilt—that was if he even felt any. You could see it as letting go of him, by letting the photos disappear from your home—your space.

You stayed in your usual position, knees to your chest and your arms hugging your own body tightly, most of the day bar the times you were forced to get up or when you felt the need to use the bathroom.

Your friend gently pulled you up from the sofa and went to lead you to the kitchen to sit at the table to eat your food, but when you grabbed her hand and shook your head aggressively in rejection, she understood and allowed you to eat in the living room.

You couldn’t help but think of Jay when you slurped a mouthful of noodles.

You knew if he was there, he would have for sure scolded you at the idea of eating in the living room for fear of making a mess. Whenever you both ate, it was always at the table. Little did he know, when you were home alone, you would always eat in the living room while watching the TV. Comfort meant more to you—it would have been easy to just clean any potential messes.

Jay was once your source of comfort, his arms lazily rubbing your lower back as he whispered soft and sweet nothings into your ears. He gave you many promises of happy ever after, only to pull this kind of stunt and leave you all alone in the end.

Now you had to go and find a new source of comfort. For the time being, it would just have to be you trying to convince yourself that you were okay with the idea of being free from a man for the first time in a long time.

You sat at your desk, having spent the last month in work every day. It was a great achievement for you, after you having took two weeks of unpaid time off work for ‘personal reasons’. You almost feared your boss would fire you, but thankfully he allowed it since he had just hired some newbies who could handle your caseload temporarily. He did give you a stern warning upon your return, though.

You sat at your desk with tired eyes and your head nodding as you felt the need to sleep overcome you, but you were soon awoken when your best friend slammed her hand on your desk with an excited grin.

“Come out with me this weekend,” She began the conversation with 100% energy, giving you no time to consider her offer (and undoubtedly reject it). “I have booked us a bottomless brunch for the day, and then in the night, I got us tickets to that nightclub opening in that fancy hotel we used to crash at whenever your parents came to town!”

You sighed, wanting to say no and go back home to wallow in your self pity as you had been doing for quite some time now, but the excited smile on her face, and the fact she had already purchased the tickets needed, made you give up your desires to follow her wants. “Fine, but we’re booking rooms there and I’m not staying out too late. I’m still not… fully recovered.”

“That’s fine, I already got us a room each. Since, you know, we could pick us up some booty calls,” You friend joked, pulling up the swivel chair beside you to sit next to you.

You rolled your eyes with a smile on your lips to display you were enjoying her joke, but your stomach sank at the idea. How could you touch someone else, let someone else touch you, after Jay? You only ever knew how to be with him.

You arrived home, closing the door behind you with a soft thud. You smelt something different, a cologne. His cologne. Your stomach raged, but instead of the sadness you had grown to drown in, it was a different feeling.

Anger.

Your face twisted into an expression revealing you were ready to throw some punches as you stormed around your apartment, only to find it empty. You made your way back to the living room and found on the sofa was a white teddy bear with a pink heart, and a box of chocolates with a card propped up on top of it.

You walked to the sofa and picked up the card.

I’m sorry, I miss you, it read.

You felt rage, pure white burning hot rage. You ripped the card to pieces, then picked up the teddy bear and went to throw it, but decided the stuffed animal was innocent so instead you picked up the box of chocolates and made your way to the bin. Your foot pressed the pedal and opened the lid, then you dropped the box inside the metal without further consideration before you moved your foot off the pedal and tuned to walk away.

You felt guilty immediately after, but then his words haunted you. He cheated on you. He found somebody else, and got into their bed. He actively put his dick inside them, knowing he had a girlfriend back home awaiting his return patiently.

He fucked up big time, and a bear with a card and chocolate wasn’t going to make things better.

You had come home three weeks in a row to gifts either on your sofa, Jay’s seat at the table, or on your bed. You threw half of the food related gifts away, but dared to keep the clothing he gave you. Some of it was his, smelling of his cologne. Some of it was lingerie, pretty and light weight.

You couldn’t bring yourself to wear any of the items he has left, but some nights when the loneliness was becoming suffocating, you allowed yourself the simple please of hugging his t-shirt with the scent of his cologne you had grown to miss, but that also made your stomach churn our of pure sadness and anxiety. He had ruined you.

After the latest gift of pale purple and white underwear, Jay even dared himself to send you a message asking how you liked it. He expected you to send him a photo of you in it, then for him to come over and fuck you while you flaunted it on your pretty body.

But instead he was met with the response: This user had blocked your number. Please try again later.

Livid was one way to put how he felt when he received the warning back in response. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but laugh and know he brought that upon himself. But you hadn’t changed the key code to your apartment, that was a bonus, right? A small hope he could cling onto, maybe?

That was until week seven when the code was changed without warning. He had no option but to leave the gifts outside your door, a vase with flowers and a t-shirt of his that you used to always steal and wear to sleep. He tried all kinds of codes. His birthday, yours, yours and his merged together, any memorable dates for you both. All failed. He almost even feared if he failed another time, there would be a security alert that someone was trying to break in, so he decided it best to give up. With the code, at least.

Jay left gifts once or twice a week at first, but they soon turned into daily gifts of flowers and chocolates to your workplace, alongside the normal gifts of bears and clothes left outside your door.

Some of the gifts he left ended up in the bin, and some were shafted off to your coworkers if it was something edible. You couldn’t waste good food when you had so many people wanting to eat it, right?

The flowers… You kept those. They sat in pretty vases around your apartment. Some had begun to wilt and die and you almost found it metaphoric, but you decided to just appreciate the colours of the flowers and not focus on the sender.

“We really need to get you out,” Your friend stated as she sat on the floor of your bedroom, watching as you picked up a pink dress and held it against your body. She shook her head, so you threw the dress to join the pile of clothes on the floor by your door.

Since Jay left, you had decided what better to do with your life than to declutter your whole apartment? You started with your bathroom essentials, your heart breaking each time you threw away a piece of Jay’s body wash or his toothpaste. But once you had taken the bags down to be thrown into the main trash bin to eventually be destroyed, you couldn’t help but feel a little lighter. Removing Jay from your life wasn’t easy, but it was a choice he made first.

Not that he was dedicated to his own cause as he kept sending you gifts in all forms. You had begun to place the plastic bags filled with items in your spare room, feeling like if you really wanted to get him out of your mind, you had to give his gifts the cold shoulder. It was time to start trying to get over him. He was bread crumming you, leading you along. And you were less than impressed.

“I don’t want to go on a fucking night out bar the one we’ve agreed, for the tenth time,” You replied, rolling your eyes before you picked up a black t-shirt and threw it at your friend. The cloth wrapped around her face, causing you to laugh.

You were distracted from the memory of Jay, if just for a short while. That was until the door bell rang and your heart sank. He hadn’t left you any gifts for the day yet. Did he know you would be home?

Your friend rushed to stand and said no words as she hurried around you to the front door. You remained in the doorway of your bedroom, leaning around the frame to watch your friend as she threw the door open.

Your friend’s face seem to turned from one of concern to one of happiness, then she stepped aside. You were about to ambush her, demand what the fuck she thought she was doing. But when you saw two of your other friends Jake and Sunghoon, the same ones you shared with Jay, you felt instant relief that you still didn’t have to face him.

While Jay was the love of your life, and some part of you thought he always would be, you hoped you would never have to see his face again. You had no idea how you would react should that event ever happen. You for sure knew you would have no self control whatsoever—be that horny or angry related.

“Hey!” Sunghoon happily greeted you, striding quickly across your hallway to meet you and wrap his arms around you in a tight hug. God, you missed the boys. You allowed Jay to have as much time with them as he needed, but they were still your friends and you had every right to want to hang out with them.

Jake made his way over, a bag hanging from his wrist filled with food. “We came over just to hang out for a few hours, since we haven’t seen you in a while,” Jake smiled, but it failed to reach his eyes. He looked guilty, but he shouldn’t have as he wasn’t the one who hurt you. He wasn’t the one who cheated on you. He wasn’t the one who discarded you, and was now stalking you in some kind of twisted way.

“Let’s sit down and eat, yeah?” You offered, grabbing the bag from Jake and walking to the kitchen without their response. You had begun using the kitchen table again. After finding a bouquet of red roses and a box of lingerie that you would have never chosen for yourself, you decided in some kind of defiant revenge plan that you would use the table once again.

Finding the gifts on the table was the final straw that turned you to changing your door code. You wouldn’t bare the thought of him coming into your home, invading your space, begging to remind you of your shared memories and for you back without actually making her effort to come over when you were home. Did he really think you would call him and beg for him back due to some silly fucking gifts? No, no way. You would not allow yourself to give in to him so easy.

You grabbed some utensils so you could eat the food, then placed the takeaway trays and bowls all over the table. Your friends sat down silently, giving off an aura of almost being too scared to speak for fear of saying the wrong thing.

“You guys know you’re allowed to talk, right?” You offered, placing the empty bag into the bin to be later recycled. You then pulled out the final chair and sat down, pulling your bowl of food towards yourself.

“Have you… been receiving his gifts and cards?” Jake asked after several minutes of silence. Sunghoon choked on his mouthful of noddles, his eyes wide as he kicked Jake under the table who just whispered back an exasperated, ‘What?’.

Your friend looked panicked, but you just smiled and gave a single nod. “Yes, I have. I threw half of them away,” You replied before slurping a mouthful of noodles. Jake nodded his head slowly in response, seemingly typing on his phone number the table. You hoped he was telling Jay about your recent reveal.

You woke up to a text on your phone. You didn’t notice the name as first so freely opened it, but when you checked the name and contact photo, your stomach sank.

Jay… Why was he texting you? You felt panic at first, but when you saw it was a simple Hey, that panic soon turned back into rage. You opened his contact and pressed the button to open the options, your finger hovering over block. You didn’t allow your intrusive thoughts take over and decided to just lock your phone, throwing it back onto your bed.

You wasn’t going to allow him to ruin your night.

Not that night.

Hour later and you sat on your bed while your best friends picked up clothes. They packed some into a small night bag, while other they discarded on a pile which you knew you would have to clean up when the hangover was to subside the following day.

The friend closest to you smirked as she held up a short black dress with long lace sleeves. She looked you up and down, then back at the dress with a nod. “This is what you’re wearing tonight, no arguments. You’re going to look so hot when we’re done with you,” She spoke gleefully, but behind her eyes, there was a twinkle of… something.

Something you wasn’t sure you wanted to know.

You sat on the bed some extra hours later, but this time you were in your hotel room for the night. Your hair was just loosely tied back back, while your makeup was heavy and dark. You weren’t used to the style, but you could handle it for a night.

You waited for your friends to finish, everyone deciding your room the best place to get ready in. Finally, everyone was dressed and done up for the night ahead.

At first, you decided to go for food at the restaurant downstairs. You sat at a table by the window, Jake and Sunghoon joining you which was a surprise to you.

You sat one side of the table, opposite Sunghoon. Beside you was an empty seat, but a set of plates, glasses and utensils was set up. You didn’t think you guys had to wait for someone else to join you, but you decided not to question it and ordered a simple yet small soup of the day, and a glass of red wine to begin the night of drinking.

Sunghoon ordered something in line with your order, being a heavy drinker who had a weak stomach, while Jake decided to pig out, claiming it meant he could drink more as his stomach would absorb the alcohol more throughout the night. You didn’t favour his mindset. Why waste more money on something when you could spend less and get just as drunk?

The food was about to be dished out when you felt your stomach sink for the millionth time as of recent. You saw Jay enter the restaurant dressed in all black. Black trousers. Black shirt. Hair slicked back. He looked… good. Happy, maybe.

Fuck.

It was as if Jay knew exactly where you are and that you were staring at him. His eyes and head whipped in your direction. Your stomach felt as if it had fallen right through your body to the floor.

Why was he here?

Jay made his way to your table, patting Sunghoon’s shoulder who turned with a wide smile and offered him a small handshake. “Oh, hey man. Glad you could make it.”

Jay’s eyes went from Sunghoon to you, staring right into yours as he spoke seriously, not a single hint of a smile of a joke on his face. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You shifted in your seat, feeling uncomfortable that the man who cheated on you and ruined your world was before you for the first time in weeks, but you decided to force your feelings aside. You guys used to be friends before you dated. Your friends were friends. You couldn’t cause a scene and risk ruining your friends’ night.

You cleared your throat lightly, then smiled as the waiter placed your food and drink before you. You picked up your spoon ready to tuck in when you narrowed your eyes. Jay pulled the chair beside you out, sitting down without a word to you.

You held back your scoff. Here he was before you, acting all cold and as if you didn’t exist yet behind the scenes, he was harassing you with gifts and cards which you ended up throwing away. He had some fucking audacity, you couldn’t help but think with gritted teeth.

You ate your soup in silence, tearing the bread a little too aggressively with the hopes that your ex boyfriend would get up and either cry like the little bitch you knew he was, or leave so you could spend the rest of your night carefree and not worrying about his eyes on your every move.

Neither of your hopes happened as when the meal ended and you and your friends got up, he did too. He followed at the back of the group with the boys, talking in hushed tones about something as they entered the night club last.

You chose to try and put as much distance between yourself and Jay as you could, so you rushed to the bar with one of your friends and ordered everyone mini Guiness shots while the rest of your friends, including the boys, found a table for you to all occupy for the rest of the night between dance breaks.

You came back to the table, a tray of shots on each arm. You placed them down carefully and as soon as the tray was secure, you rushed in and grabbed a shot. You pressed the glass against your lips and tilted your head back, swallowing it all in one go. You gasped, nodding. Damn, that shot tasted pretty damn fucking good.

You grabbed another one from the tray, there being more than enough for everyone. You tilted that one back, not a single care or concern on your mind. You was ready to let go for the night, even if the reason for needing to do so was in the same room as you. You could just avoid being too close to him, pretend he wasn’t even there.

Ever since you began dating Jay, you had put your partying days behind you so the only form of drinking you had become accustomed to in the last two years was the occasional glass of wine on a Friday night with your meal. You had become someone who wasn’t all that used to drinking anymore, so the alcohol was hitting you harder than you expected.

You welcomed the drinks being shoved into your hands, downing them without a second thought. Sure, you should have been more mindful ad cautious, but you just… didn’t care. You needed a release after wallowing in self pity for a while.

You had migrated from the table to the dance floor after another fancy cocktail or two. When you had felt buzzed enough, you and your friends allowed your bodies to way to the beat of the music.

You felt like you were on cloud nine.

While you had mostly forgotten about Jay, a part of your brain still nagged at you. You had moments of worry as to how he would react to how you were behaving, but then at the same time, you also couldn’t find it in yourself to care for the most part.

In your drunken haze, you felt hands grab at your body from behind and instead of turning around to find out who was entering your personal space, instead, you pushed your body back against theirs with your head turning in the direction of the table. Jay, Jake and Sunghoon sat at the table, deep in conversation. Your heart sank that it wasn’t Jay touching you, but you were so touch starved as of recent months, you had come to not care about who the man behind you was.

You turned your head back to the crowd of people before you, your body moving care free. You wanted to push the man behind you away when you find him behind to grind harder against you, as if he was trying to get off in his pants right there. You sucked in a breath and prepared yourself to turn and push the man away, but before you could, you felt a hand wrap around your bicep and pull your body away from the man.

You looked up wide eyed at Jay who was trying his best to hold back his anger, his jaw clenched. He doesn’t look angry at you, he looks angry at the man who was dancing with you. You felt the familiar butterflies in your stomach and chest, and had to hold back from sobbing as your drunken state wanted to beg for him back.

“Dude, she’s drunk. Don’t you think you’re being a bit too inappropriate?” Jay defended you, no questions asked.

The other man held his hands up and shrugged, then turned to walk away with a hoot of, “Sorry man, didn’t know she was taken.”

Jay stared after the man with anger in his eyes for a few seconds before he turned back to you. His hands rushed to hold your cheeks, his eyes moving all over your body as if checking for any signs of injury or discomfort.

“Jay, Jay,” You shouted over the music to try and get his attention. Jay finally stared into your eyes, and your knees almost gave in. They looked so filled with love, a sight you missed. “I’m okay, he didn’t hurt me.”

Jay sighed with relief, and you could see his shoulders relax. Your hands grabbed his, pulling them from your face but keeping a tight grip on them. “I missed you,” You basically screamed over the music.

Jay’s eyes were wide, but then he smiled and looked a little shy. Due to the lighting, it was hard to see the pink flush of his cheeks. “I missed you too. I’m so sorry. I have so much to explain and apologise for.”

You let go of one of his hands and grabbed the back of his neck before you pulled his face to yours, your lips harsh and messy against his in an attempted drunken kiss. Jay went to pull back, feeling guilty kissing you in a drunken state. But his sense and need for you melted him. He had to have you bak, even if it ended up killing him.

The kiss soon turned into one of pure passion and need, which in turn led you to drag Jay up to your room even though you knew your friends would curse you out for giving in so soon after all the wallowing you had been doing.

Jay’s lips feverishly moved against yours with pure lust behind them. Of course, deep down there was love hidden behind his every move, but he couldn’t admit that to you. Not yet.

You pushed Jay against the door of the room the second it closed, pushing your body as close to his as you could. You had to feel every piece of him against you, scared he would disappear again.

Jay gently grabbed your shoulders and tried to push you away. “Baby, I have some things to tell you first of all.” Jay tried to lead your body to the little desk space, but you were hesitant to let go of him. Jay noticed this, so he kept his fingers wrapped around your hand as he gently pushed you to sit.

“I’m not going anywhere,” He said. A promise.

You nodded your head and sat patiently, back straight while your ass was on the edge of the chair. The second he said what he needed to, you were prepared to pounce on him and make up for the lost time.

Jay’s eyes looked down at the floor, and shame filled his features. Your stomach dropped. Please, no, not a repeat.

Jay sucked in a breath between his teeth, then he decided to crouch in front of you. His free hand gently rested on your knee, his eyes going wide in an innocent yet begging look. “Please, listen to me with an open mind?”

You nod slowly, but the thought of what he could say to betray you once again was suffocating, making your throat feel swollen so you were unable to speak.

Jay pulls back from you to give himself enough space. He fell to his knees, his head lowering as he stared at the floor once again. “I’m so sorry for everything I said,” Jay began, his voice even shook a bit. He sounded… genuinely sorry. That surprised you. “I was overwhelmed, work has been hell and we’ve both been distant lately. I didn’t want to end us, all I wanted to do was lie in bed for hours with you in my arms.”

You gently let go of Jay’s hand, but your hand instantly went to his cheek to try and pull his head up so you could look into his eyes. Jay sucked in another breath, but he decided to let his walls down and express the truth to you. He owed you that much. If you forgave him or not, well that was something he would have to deal with when you were ready to give a final response.

You kept your hands on Jay’s cheeks, staring into his eyes with an expression that whatever it was he had to say, you would do your everything to try to understand and care for him, but you also feared what he could say. He could ruin you with just a few words. The power this man had over you was insane.

Jay smiled softly, his eyes closing as he basked in your feather light touches. But he decided to bite the bullet. He had to just let it out sooner rather than later. The more he delayed it, the worse things could get between you both. He knew that. He couldn’t let himself keep driving himself insane.

So Jay decided to just spit it out, despite the potential consequences.

“I lied about cheating on you, I didn’t cheat at all,” He rushed out, his eyes looking sideways to avoid your eyes.

Your stomach, for the million time, had dropped from your body. You felt horrible at the revelation. Was being with you really that bad that he had to lie that he had someone else on the side just so he could end things with you?

You pulled back, shaking your head slowly. Your eyes began to well with tears, and you wanted to scream at him. But nothing would come out. After several seconds of silence, Jay looked back at you with wide eyes and parted lips. “Baby?”

Tears silently fell down your face, causing Jay to gasp and wrap his arms around your body in a very feeble attempt to ease you, but nothing could make you feel better. He had lied about something to earth shattering, just so he could be single and free from you.

Jay continued, unsure if you were even in the right state of mind to pay attention to his wards. “I lied because I was so overwhelmed with work and people asking me when I was going to pop the question to you, it just slipped out. I shouldn’t have been so immature and quick to end things, not when we’ve been together so long. I should have sat you down and told you how I felt.”

You heard the words coming from his lips, but your brain was haunting you with the reminder of the feeling when he expressed he had cheated on you. You lifted your hand and pushed him off your body. You didn’t say a single thing as you wiped the tears from your face and stood.

Jay remained on his knees, but this time he fell to his hands also. “Please don’t leave.” He sounded broken, a lost man.

You stared down at him and laughed. You actually laughed. Jay frowned, looking up at you with confusion at your reaction. He almost looked a little angry.

“You lied? You’re sorry? You don’t want me to leave?” You laughed again, even daring to raise a hand to cover your mouth in an infuriating manner which made Jay’s blood boil. He wanted to put you in your place, but he also had no right to even look at you, bare in mind touch you after the lies he had spouted, causing you a broken heart for weeks on end.

“If you’re really that sorry then prove it to me. Beg for me,” You sounded beyond seething. Jay blinked, surprised but almost a little angry at your demand. But when you began to walk around him towards the front door, he jumped at the chance to at least try to win you back.

“Please, I’m so sorry. You’re the love of my life, my only one. I would never touch another woman. I just want you back. I’ll never mess up like that again. I can’t promise we don’t fight or be petty, but that’s what all couples do,” Jay’s words, while sweet, weren’t doing too well at convincing you.

“Shut up,” You snapped as you turned around and glared at him. His words were juts angering you more. “Since you’re shit with words, then how about you show me how sorry you are instead of spitting this shit, yeah?”

At you words, Jay rushed to get up from his knees. His hands grabbed the sides of your neck and pulled you against him in a rushed kiss, messy lips. He needed you, needed to feel every inch of you. He had to have you in his arms, even if it would be the last time.

Jay’s thumb rubbed gently agains your jaw, pulling back enough to stare into your eyes before he moved your bodies gently to the bed. He lay you down and leant on top of you, using one hand to unbutton his shirt.

Your hands rushed to his chest, running over very bit of skin you could touch. You had to have him too, you were both addicted to one another and were lost in the temptation and need you had been letting absorb your very beings finally having the chance to release.

Jay slotted himself perfectly between your thighs, his bulge already hardening as he became more and more excited at the idea of finally getting to touch you once again. The drought was about to end. And he was salivating at the thought.

Jay pressed his lips to your lower lip for just a second before he kissed down to your chin, down your jaw, then to the top of your dress. The zip sat on the front of the dress, a sign feature and also an easy access feature, Jay thought. He gently gripped the silver zip, pulling it down slowly but with as much care an attention as he could possibly give.

You couldn’t help but shiver when you felt his fingertips barely ghosting over your skin, down the valley of your breasts to your stomach, ending just where you public bone was. He stopped pulling the zip down there, leaving the cold attach your exposed chest and stomach.

Jay pushed the right side of your dress aside and immediately attached his mouth onto your nipple, licking, sucking and biting as if his life depending on the performance he was giving you—as if he failed your tests, he would die.

You shifted uncomfortably, biting your cheek to hold back the moans already daring to try and spill out. You had to have him, your life depending on him being in your arms and the soft smiles he gave you when he woke you with a plate of pancakes and a cup of freshly brewed tea. He was your lifetime. You weren’t one for the romantics, but dare you say it, he was your twin flame, your everything. He just… got you.

You let out a whine as Jay pulled back from your abused nipple to kiss across your chest to do the exact same to it’s twin, his hand finally daring to pull the rest of the zip down so the dress fell off the front hard of your body save for the thin sleeves that held it up on your shoulders.

Jay’s hand instantly made its way between your legs as he let go of your nipple and rest his head on your chest, staring up at you with a soft point. His lips looked red and swollen, and the feeling of his light touches pushing your panties aside made you feel like you were about to turn into a puddle right there in the middle of the bed.

“‘M sorry, baby,” He mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin of your chest.

Your hand found his hair and you let your fingers gently run through it, your lips turning up into a small, yet soft smile. “I know baby, I know.”

Jay’s fingers gently pressed against your clit, causing your body to jolt in surprise while a gasp escaped your lips. You pushed your hips up in an attempt to be for more. Jay took the bait and pressed his finger against the nub a bit harder this time, rubbing in small circles but applied the right amount of pressure to make you feel on cloud nine.

It didn’t take long of Jay rubbing your clit for your first orgasm to rake your body. It was a small one, but much needed. Jay gave you a proud look, happy your body still reacted in the same way to his touches. It just solidified you had been waiting for him to come back, and a part of him felt sad at the thought. He pushed his dark thoughts aside. He had to be inside you, or he felt he would burst into flames before you.

Jay pulled back and pushed his shirt off his shoulders ate long last, then he unzipped his pants but in his lust haze, he was too lazy to push his pants down so he shimmied them down enough for his cock to spring free before he looked at you with drunken eyes.

“Do I need to wear…” He began, but groaned when you shook your head no a little too enthusiastically.

Jay wasted no time in pushing inside of you when he got back to his rightful place between your lets, letting out a weak moan as his head felt into your chest. He felt like he was going to cry. He missed the feeling of being inside you, of make you feel good.

Jay was still for some time after bottoming out, causing you to grow needier. You daringly tried to move your hips against him, but he was so deep inside you it made you feel a little uncomfortable. You let out a noise close to that of needy and frustration mixed together, Jay taking the hint it was time he moved.

Jay pulled his hips back lazily, then thrust back into you. He was lazy yet quick, not too hard. But you were sure if he was rough you would break. You had not been intimate with him for quite some time, so the lazy yet needy tone he set was exactly what you needed.

Jay’s hips began to stutter as he whined against your skin. “Can I come inside you baby, please?” He turned his head to look at you again, his pout irresistible.

You pecked his lips, then nodded softly. “Only if you come back home.”

“You are my home.” He replied, his voice filled with love. You smiled, about to whisper your love for him but his hips moved a bit harder, causing a gasp-moan mix to fall from your lips. His hand rushed between your legs, rubbing at your clit needle.

“Come around me baby, please? I need to feel you so bad.”

You nodded your head, closing your eyes to try and chase your high. You didn’t want to stop looking at him, but you knew when you opened your eyes, he would finally be in your sight once again. Not like the weeks you had been waking to a cold, empty bed.

Jay’s moans and whines set you over the edge, your walls convulsing around him. His dick twitched, and soon spurted his seed inside of you. He kept lazily moving his hips, fucking his cum back into you before he stopped but remained inside you.

You breathed in deep, relishing in the scent of his cologne and the feeling of the weight of his body on top of yours. You’re sighed happily, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to hug him close to your body. “Welcome home, baby.” You whispered, feeling Jay smile against the skin of your shoulder as his own arms snaked under your body to hug you tight.

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Raag - Anurag § Chapter 1

— Ram x Sneha Acharya [OC]

*⁠.⁠✧ SYNOPSIS : Sneha Acharya lost her parents at a young age. Her father's friend, Arjun decided to adopt and take her to Hyderabad. There she grew up to be a beautiful woman. Then came her doom. She arranged to marry Ram, the traitor. Where will this go now?

*⁠.⁠✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : cursing, arranged marriage, 1.6k words.

*⁠.⁠✧ — NAVIGATION // RRR MASTERLIST // SERIES MASTERLIST

"Ahh!" Sneha yelled in pain, "It hurts, Kakima."

"Shhh, sit still." Her Kaki, Malini, ordered her as she worked on the latter's hair. Pinning the gajra to the bun.

Sneha huffed, looking at herself in the mirror. Today was her wedding and that too, with a man she despised.

At the tender age of six, Sneha lost both her parents to a car accident on their way home. Even though Sneha survived the accident, losing her parents left a great trauma on her. Arjun Dev, a close friend of her father who lived in Hyderabad, decided to adopt her.

Here, in Hyderabad, she grew up under his and his wife, Malini's care. Growing up, Sneha was fond of literature. She took inspiration from the nature around her and inked them in a diary. Later she decided to turn that hobby to her profession.

Sneha was not blind to atrocious works of the british. She knew well how monstrous they were. How they fooled Indians and took over the whole country. How they tortured poor Indians and kept them like slaves.

Sneha could not see their pain and misfortune so she decided that she would help as much as possible to free her country from their vicious clutches. She had written many nationalist books under the pen name 'Nandini'.

Now considering how much she loves Bharat and hates the British basterds, the last person she expected to marry was one of their loyal dogs, Alluri Sitaram Raju. She was pissed off when her uncle told her about the marriage proposal.

She instantly rushed off in anger to confront him but when he requested her with nothing but utter sincerity, Sneha could not turn him down. Had he not adopted Sneha, she didn't know what would have happened to her and Sneha was great to them. So, here she was now a few minutes away from getting married to that traitor, Sitaram.

Malini held Sneha's shoulders, "I'm so happy for you, Sneha. Trust me, Ram is a really good man and he will always keep you happy."

Sure, a traitor like him will do anything but keep me happy.

Sneha plasted a fake smile on her face and looked at Malini through the mirror's reflection, "I hope so."

Just then the door opened and one of her sisters ran in, "Hurry! The groom is here."

Malini left Sneha alone in the room to gather her thoughts. Sneha looked down, in her lap was a pendant, engulfed in her palms. Her mind was crowded with thoughts. How was she going to spend her life with Ram? Just how?

But time didn't stop for her. It went on it's pace. Sneha was escorted to the mandap where they were tied into the sacred bond of marriage. The wedding ended and Sneha bid a tear-filled farewell to her family. Then she was taken to his house where his side of the family performed all the rituals and in no time it was their wedding night.

Sneha sat on the bed, heart racing like a train. Her knees were pulled to her chest. She wondered if Ram would try to force himself on her. She was, by no means, ready for this. This was supposed to happen between two loves, soulmates and they were neither.

If he tries something, I'll kill him.

Sneha thought to herself. The wooden door opened and Ram walked in, closing the door behind. Sneha gripped the saree harder, so much that her knuckles turned white.

Ram started walking towards the bed. Just as he came to the end of the bed, Sneha shot up, standing on it with a knife in her hand, "Don't you dare come any closer or else I swear to god, I'll kill you."

Ram flinched back, startled, "What on earth are you doing?"

Ram glared at her but she snapped back, "Listen mister, I have no intention of being your wife, let alone spent a night with you. Stay the fuck away from me."

Ram could not help but scoff at her atrocious words, "Like I want to sleep with you. I have way more important work than sleeping with someone foul-mouthed like you."

"Yeah yeah whatever. Now get out." Sneha swung the knife in the door's direction, "You are not staying in the same room as me."

"This is my room. You get out."

"Do you want to die in your sleep?"

Ram gulped in fear, the kind of person she seemed to be, she probably would not even hesitate before stabbing him to death. Sneha smirked, knowing very well that she had won.

"Whatever, hope you die in your sleep." Ram snatched the blanket off the bed and started walking out, muttering under his breath, "Who named her Sneha, they need to be put in a mental asylum."

"And your name should have been Ravan instead, even better Shishupal, you useless coward." Sneha yelled before the door slammed shut.

Sneha waited a few seconds before sighing in relief, saved for the day. She got down from the bed and carefully hid the knife in the nightstand's drawer. She quickly took of all the make up and jwelleries and changed into simple saree. Then turning off the lights Sneha snuggled into the soft sheets and let the slumber pull her into the dreamland.

Sneha woke up the next morning to the empty house. Ram was nowhere to be seen. That happened the next and then the next day. Ram would leave the house before Sneha could wake up and come back after she had gone to sleep. The sofa in the living room was now his bed.

Sunlight peeked through the sheer curtains, filling the room with golden light. You snuggled more into the sheets before blinking your eyes open. Glancing at the table clock, it showed the time was 7 o'clock. Sneha sat up on the bed, streaching her limbs to get rid of the sleepiness.

Throwing off the blanket, which she found in the closet (Ram was too much of a dick to give her one), she got up. Sneha made the bed and then did her morning routine. Sneha dressed up in a red silk saree with gold work done on it.

Today she was going to make a library card at the local library. Books were her addiction and not being able to read one the past days were killing her inside. Her hair was still a little damp so she decided to leave them open.

Sneha walked down the stairs and into the living room, only to stop at the bottom step. There was Ram, sitting on the sofa, reading newspapers. Dressed in a simple white shirt and dress pants.

He was handsome— scratch that, he was extremely good looking. If only his personality was like Sri Ram. Sneha mourned internally. She walked into the kitchen, adjourned to the living room.

"Wow, look who didn't sneak out early in the morning today." Sneha said loudly, too loud.Ram could feel his eyebrows twitch. Stay calm Ram, don't listen to her bullshit. He could not stay calm for long when started again, "What? Did your dear British government fire you already?"

His mouth moved even before he could comprehend, "Look who didn't sleep till afternoon like a pig. What direction did the sun raise from today?"

Sneha's jaw dropped on the floor, "I sleep like a pig? Me? Sneha Acharya? Then you sleep like a damn donkey."

Ram mumbled, loudly, while turning a page of the newspaper, "Truth hurts. What can we do?"

This damn donkey!

Sneha stomped her feet before rushing into the kitchen. She could feel herself fuming with anger. Only a good cup of chai could help her calm down. As slammed the saucepan on the stove, an idea hit her brain.

"Oii." Sneha called from the kitchen.

"What?"

"I'm making chai. Do you want some?"

".............Sure." Ram answered after a minute of silence.

Sneha threw him an 'ok' sign and got back to prepare tea. Ram could feel something was off. But what could she do? Poison his tea?

Calling me a pig. The audacity. Now taste the tea made by a pig.

Sneha quickly prepared two cups of tea and brought it out in the living room. Placing the tray on the low coffee table, she handed him a cup and she herself started sipping from one.

Ram inspected the cup and the liquor. Smelling it, seeing from all angels. Sneha suppressed the laugh, dying to come out. Finally Ram took a sip.

Hmm? Not bad.

Until a second later it hit. The inside of his mouth started burning like hell. Ram dropped the cup on the ground, yelling in pain. He felt like he had eaten a thousand chillies. Sneha could not stop it anymore. She threw back on the sofa, laughing like a mad woman.

Ram searched the containers and cabinets, searching for something, anything, to help with the burning feeling. He finally found a small container of rasogolla. He somehow opened it and gulped down all of them in a matter of a few minutes.

When he finally calmed down, his chest was heaving crazyly. Anger raised in his head when he fully grasped what had happened. He saw Sneha leaning on the kitchen door, giving him mocking looks. Ram glared at it like an angry bull. If looks could kill, you would have been six feet under the ground by now.

Ram marched up to you, jabbing his pointer finger on your forehead with each word, "You. Will. Pay. For. This."

He gritted out before walking past you, shoving your shoulder with his in the process. You turned your head to see him stomping up stairs.

We will see Mr. Ram.

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Hand in Hand, Heart to Heart Part II - Gwynriel One-Shot

Hey hoooo! This is long and smutty and such fun to write lol.

Warnings: swearing, massages, fingering, oral (f receiving)

Word count: 5.6k

It’s funny how slow the mind works when you’ve just awoken it from a deep rest. Gwyn noticed the white light creeping through the curtains first, little pieces of dust dancing in the brightness. Then she noticed the heavenly feeling of warmth surrounding her body from all sides, the softness of the sheets against her skin. It made her want to never get up.

Reality started to set in a few seconds after that wishful thinking. Training, breakfast, her work in the library. And no Azriel beside her to make her morning just that little bit more magical.

With a loud, annoyed sigh, Gwyn detangled herself from the sheets and started her morning routine. It was weird how everything about the routine, and everything in the room, reminded her of Azriel. Usually, he’d have given her her hundredth kiss by now. He’d be utterly unhelpful when she tried to dress in her leathers, complaining about how he’d much rather train her in private, with less restrictive clothing. He’d sit with her in silent contemplation while she practiced a bit of mind-stilling, sometimes even doing it with her.

As Gwyn made her way outside to the roof of the house of wind, another unusual scene reminded her of his absence. Only one Illyrian warrior prepared for their class in the training ring, huffing and puffing as he lifted bits of heavy weaponry and obstacles into their respective places.

Gwyn never thought of herself as someone who would grumble and complain when their significant other was gone for a while, but noticing all the ways he should be in her life at this moment made her want to share it with him even more.

“Good morning. What’s with the face?”, Nesta came up from behind her, briefly hugging her to her side. She looked gorgeous as always, her hair tied neatly into a ponytail, the tight leathers flattering her every curve.

“Morning. I’m just watching Cassian and contemplating how painful of a death we will die today.”, the white lie tasted sour in her mouth. She wanted to tell Nesta, but at the same time felt a bit weak admitting that she missed her boyfriend. She was a Valkyrie, for the Mother’s sake, winner of the Blood Rite. Was it normal to be so attuned to another person?

Nesta observed her for a bit, her eyes narrowed slightly. “If you say so.”

Gwyn was luckily saved from the conversation as more and more Valkyries and priestesses arrived in the ring, chatting amongst themselves and making their way towards Cassian.

“We should get going.”, Gwyn murmured and started moving without waiting for Nesta.

The training was truly as hard as it looked. Cassian led the big group of females through a warm-up that might as well be considered a full workout, before they moved on to strength training. A minute never felt longer than when you had to spend it in a plank position, with a heavy rock pressing you down from your back. Honestly, maintaining her energy was a lot harder when she didn’t have that little extra motivation she usually got from showing off to Azriel.

During their little break Gwyn practically inhaled her water, Nesta and Emerie flanking her and looking no better.

“You’d think you did a good joy wearing the man out every night. But Illyrian bodies are no joke.”, Emerie grumbled towards Nesta with an accusatory stare.

Nesta just snorted, the gesture slightly less dismissive and cool when done during heavy inhales of breath. “I clearly do too much of the work.”

“Okay, Ladies, gather around!”, Cassian shouted from the middle of the ring, motioning the tired females into action.

Gwyn looked at Nesta over her shoulder, agreeing with the evaluation of her sex life. “Clearly.”

Another hour spent on conditioning with a practice sword tied to their back and Gwyn was well and truly exhausted. It had helped her mind a bit, though, her concentration now clearer than before. She was ready to tackle her work for the day when a deep voice shouted her name.

“Hey, Gwynie!”

That was Cassian, jogging towards her as she had already been on her way to the stairs.

“Do you have a minute?”, he came to a stand next to her, aggravatingly looking just as relaxed as before training, even though he joined in during most of the exercises.

“Sure.”, Gwyn shot him a smile, immediately perking up a bit. If Cassian wanted to talk to her, it was usually about Nesta or Azriel. Gwyn prayed to the Mother that he had news.

“I’ve received a note from Az this morning.”, he started. Gwyn’s next exhale was one of pure relief. Her Shadowsinger was alive and well. Her day already looked ten times brighter. “He said that he’ll wrap up his work within the next week. There has been a minor complication, but nothing he couldn’t handle. He said to expect him back around Saturday.”

Saturday. It was only Monday and the male had been gone for a good two weeks. Which was extra hard on the nerves if you knew he is in potentially dangerous situations daily.

Gwyn nodded. “Thanks for telling me. I’ve been a bit worried.”

Cassian flashed her his easy, gentle smile. “I’ve been worried, too. I swear the bastard forgets to message me on purpose. He’s only doing it more regularly now because the message is meant for you as well.”

“You know me, always eager to help.”, the priestess tried to joke, but the line of worry didn’t move from her face. Cassian noticed too.

“He also said to tell you that he misses you and he will hurry.” Cassian had always been the gentle giant, way too attuned to emotions for his brutal looks.

Gwyn pressed her lips together to keep them from trembling a bit. What was wrong with her?

“You know, its normal to miss your partner during times like this.”, he said carefully. Gwyn cursed herself silently for letting that much of her misery slip onto her face. “When Nesta was taken from me during the Rite I was beside myself. Nearly mad from the need to be with her. I know Az didn’t enter a Rite, and you two aren’t mated. But what he does isn’t exactly a picknick in a park either.”

It felt good for Gwyn to hear that. If even Cassian’s emotions depended heavily on Nesta’s presence and her well-being, then maybe her own yearning was more normal than she thought.

It made going through the day a bit easier. Not just this day, but the rest of the week as well. She trained hard, ate her breakfast in calming silence, then ventured down into the heart of the house to begin her day under Merrill’s strict supervision. Manuscript after manuscript went by her and if it weren’t for the big clock announcing the end of the work day, she’d have probably worked through the night. Only during dusk services she snapped out of her trance. The Mother deserved her whole attention, after all. And weirdly, it made her feel more connected to Az as well. He sometimes joined the service, if he found time in his busy schedule, and nothing made Gwyn happier then when he sang the traditional hymns with everyone.

After her Friday service, Gwyn found her way to her and Azriel’s bedroom, legs feeling like lead, head like jelly. It had been a tough week, and the priestess was glad it came to an end. She reminded herself that, also, there was only one more sleep before her love will be with her again. The thought brought a smile to her face that felt a bit foreign, like the muscles usually used for it left with Azriel.

She didn’t even notice him, so engrossed in her own world. But to be fair, he had a way of hiding in the dark.

“I sincerely hope it was the thought of me that brought that beautiful smile to your face.”

Gwyn stopped dead in her tracks. How did she not see him? The hallway was dark, yes, but for a girl that barely had anything else on her mind than him, it was a bit embarrassing.

Azriel was leaning against the wall leading to the corridor of their room, surprisingly not looking like he just came back from a mission. His hair looked freshly washed and soft, siphons and leathers discarded for some more comfortable cotton clothes. He appeared to be exhausted though, the dark under his eyes mirroring his dancing Shadows.

Gwyn couldn’t believe her eyes as she drank him in like she’d never seen him before. Mother, did he get more handsome? With a few quick steps she stood before him, flinging her arms around his neck and finally – finally – feeling his lips against hers. Azriel met her halfway, clearly just as eager to have her in his arms again. His wings folded around her, too, cocooning her in the feel of her Shadowsinger.

“I’ve misses you so much.”, she whispered against his chest when their lips parted, way too happy to see him again to remove herself from his form.

“I’ve missed you more.”, he laughed, pressing a gentle kiss on top of her head. “I’ve never flown so fast in my life. Or took bigger leaps when Shadowtravelling. You truly inspire me to be better.”

He smiled down at her, his eyes glowing with love and happiness. Gwyn probably looked the same – just hopefully less exhausted.

Her fingers lightly roamed over his face, feeling the tightness in his jaw, the hollow of his cheek. “You need to rest, Az. Have you eaten?”

Azriel shook his head. “I’ve come straight here, made myself presentable again and then waited. My body needed to see you more than it needed food.”

Gwyn narrowed her eyes at him, unsure if he was joking or not. His face stayed in that serious, relaxed state. “More than food? You have weird priorities, Shadowsinger.”

He angled his head to the side, his brows jumping up slightly. “If you had yourself as a girlfriend, you’d consider yourself a top priority as well.”

“Mhh, I might.”, Gwyn said in a fake-cocky voice, “I would also consider myself Queen of the World, and I would bring myself chocolate daily to stay in my good graces.”

She took his hand while talking, leading him to their room.

“Then, I’d give myself nice, long back massages, treat myself to a new book every week… actually, make that two.”

Azriel shook his head in disbelief. “Should I start taking notes, Berdara?”

“You should.”, Gwyn stated matter-of-fact, hand already on the doorknob of their room, “I mean, surprising your girlfriend in coming home earlier is pretty good, too. But you could really level up by listening…”

Her voice trailed off as she took in the room that opened in front of her. Azriel had been taking notes, it seemed. And he was damn efficient at putting them into action.

The whole room was lit up by candles, curtains and windows open to let in the quiet, warm night. On her bedside table stood a vase of white roses, and – Mother – a box of her favorite caramel chocolates. If you looked up the definition of ‘romance’ in the library, this exact picture will be found.

“Good enough, priestess?”, Azriel asked from behind her, voice dry from sarcasm and satisfaction. “Must be, if it managed to shock you into silence.”

Note taking her ass. That male could write a whole book about giving Gwyn princess treatment, it seemed.

“Az.”, her voice should have come out strong and excited. Instead, it cracked, her eyes burning already from the pent-up emotion inside her. She must have done something very right in her past life to deserve someone like him.

“It’s my way to apologize for being gone so long.”, he said, coming up beside her to squeeze her hand in his. “I know it’s not going to magic away what I do, and me having to travel. But I hope it makes up for it a little.”

He placed a revered kiss on her knuckles. Gwyn still tried to process the beauty of the room, the thoughtfulness of her partner. “Az, you don’t need to apologize. I’ve known what you do since before we started being together. I’m just happy you are home safe.”

They found each other in a tight embrace again. Gwyn felt Azriel’s heart beat steadily in his chest, his Shadows and his hands taking turns in caressing her back. This was worth the time spent apart, she thought. Gwyn could have stayed like this forever, never tiring of the feel of his body against her or his smell surrounding her. But Azriel seemed to have plans.

“Remember when you said you’d give yourself massages?”, he murmured, gently pushing her away and towards the bed. Gwyn nodded with a grin on her face. She was going to have the time of her life. What was better than feeling Azriel’s hands on her bare back?

“I’d be happy to comply, under one condition.”, Az continued.

“And what would that be?”

“You’d have to be naked.”, he couldn’t help that one stubborn corner of his mouth lifting as he said that. Gwyn just raised her brows, sitting down on the edge of the bed to fake deep contemplation. She would strip the second he told her to, but there was no rule stating she can’t toy with him first.

“Why would I do that?”, she asked in a borderline innocent voice.

“It would be beneficial for the message, since I’d be able to reach more places.”, Azriel stated, slowly kneeling before her and reaching for her shoes. He untied one of the light slippers before sliding it off her foot, then grabbing the other. “Also, you’d not get too warm. We don’t want you overheating so early on in the evening.” Her other shoe slid off her foot, and Azriel brough his lips to the arch of it. The kiss felt like the flutter of a butterfly and sent little sparks all the way up her leg. “And lastly, you’re going to do it, because I told you so.”

His forearms came up to the bed, framing Gwyn’s hips and trapping her before him. The husky tone of his voice sent more shivers dancing on her skin. “So, do you want to get more of your sass out now, or are you going to be good for me?”

Gwyn could have sworn her heart skipped for a second. She didn’t take her eyes off Azriel as the reality of what he just said set in. This was different, more assertive than the last time they were intimate. And even though her brain didn’t comprehend yet, her body was already reacting.

“I’ll be good.”, she said, voice raspy.

Azriel nodded along, like this was the only response he accepts anyways, and made room for her to relieve herself of her clothing.

Gwyn stripped down slowly, taking her time to regain some of her senses and, in all honesty, to break through Azriel’s calm. It wasn’t fair that she felt all these feeling, while he looked like he is just about to take a stroll in the park.

Mind you, that calm façade of his started crumbling as soon as the last piece of Gwyn’s clothing hit the floor. The Shadowsinger thought that he’ll never get used to this view. It was what he had dreamt of every night he spent in the human lands, it centered him everytime he encountered a problem. Gwyn’s beauty was ethereal, unmatched by anything he has seen before. He already yearned to let his rough hand slide around her waist, to feel her soft thighs and the piece of heaven that lay between them.

“Go lie on the bed, my love. Face down.”, he said, trying to regain his previous aloofness. He had been dominant in bed frequently, and enthusiastically, but Gwyn had a way to make him want to bend over backwards for her.

He admired the way her lean muscle moved as she crawled on the bed, had to suppress a groan when her naked backside came into perfect view. Fuck, he wanted to devour her. But he if he was a master of one thing, it would have to be patience.

Azriel went to collect the oils he’d use for the massage while Gwyn got comfortable, burying her face in a soft pillow. He got settled on the side of her body, pouring the oil on his hands and warming it up between them. When he placed his palms on her bare back, Gwyn signed.

His hands were warm and heavy, languidly moving up and down her spine to spread the oil evenly. The years of handling weapons clearly paid off in moments like this. Azriel found the perfect pressure and began working on her shoulders before travelling down to her sides and her lower back. Gwyn’s body began to feel like a feather after a while, so light and relaxed she never wanted to move again in fear of losing that sensation. The Shadowsinger was thorough, working out all the knots and returning to the places she loved most over and over again. She almost drifted to sleep, almost forgot the throbbing in her core as it dulled to a manageable tingle.

Until Azriel’s hands found the backs of her thighs. New oil was applied generously, and then Gwyn was caught in the weird state between being very relaxed, and very on edge.

His thumbs just sometimes seemed to find their way to the underside of her butt, then slipping towards the inside as if by accident. But the frequency of that happening told her that it was anything but an accident. After a few minutes of that torture, Gwyn began squirming, trying to move at exactly the right time to make his hands slip even more, to the place she needed him.

“Relax, love.”, Azriel murmured from above.

Gwyn almost wanted to laugh. Relaxing was now furthest from her mind. All she needed was his finger on her clit, or inside her, or preferably both at the same time. She tried telling him as much. “Azriel, please.”

She lifted her butt up just slightly, hoping he’d get the hint. Instead, both of his hand vanished from her body.

Gwyn cursed herself for her eagerness. If she learned one thing from spending so much time with the Shadowsinger, it was that you shouldn’t hurry him.

What she didn’t know was that Azriel’s mind was already in a hurry, driven not only from Gwyn’s heavenly scent and clear impatience, but more urgently from his own desire. Moving his fingers anywhere but on or in her was a form of torture he had discovered only now. And it hasn’t only been torture for his priestess.

Snatching a smaller pillow from the head of the bed, he grabbed Gwyn’s hips with his other hand to place the cushion underneath her. “Still comfortable?”

Gwyn let out a weak noise that sounded affirmative enough, and Azriel couldn’t help grinning at the way she already was puddy in his hands. And he didn’t even start the main event yet.

With her butt perched upwards and legs spread slightly, her core was perfectly exposed. He slid his oiled thumb down her folds, not using enough pressure to part them fully, but the feeling made Gwyn release a breathy exhale nonetheless. The lavender oil already started mixing with the wetness flowing out of her.

Azriel palmed himself with his other hand, patience wearing thin. He was so hard beneath his cotton trousers that only the slightest touch of Gwyn’s hands would make him burst. But that wasn’t on the plan for today, so a bit of pressure relief from himself would have to do. The entirety of his focus was set on her core, making her come and scream in pleasure.

This thumb started to move idly up and down her pussy, slowly starting to sink deeper into her slit. The heat and moisture were unbelievable to him. It filled him with a sense of pride that he was responsible for her reaction, and that all fears and inhibitions seemingly flew out of the window. Gwyn whimpered so beautifully that he pressed his thumb down with a little more pressure now, circling her clit whenever he was on his way down, slightly dipping inside her when he came back up.

He could have done it for hours, mesmerized by the pink of her flesh and her noises. But he also knew that she was probably at the brink of an orgasm by now, her hands clawed into the sheet and brows furrowed in pleasure.

“You’ve been so patient for me. Do you want to come, love?”, he asked her with a gravely voice. Gwyn wanted to claw at him, scream at him. Yes, a hundred times yes! But she had the feeling that sassiness wouldn’t get her anywhere tonight. So instead, she assumed her best pleading voice – which wasn’t a hard feat to achieve at this point – and begged.

“Yes, please, Azriel.”

“Mh.”, Az drawled out behind her, resuming his pattern of movement. “I’ll give you a minute to do so. One second after and you’ll have to do more than begging.”

Gwyn didn’t completely register his answer before he plunged two fingers into her heat while his other finger remained firmly pressed on her clit. He fucked her with an almost brutal pace, meeting no resistance whatsoever from her body. Gwyn was glad for it, thankful he didn’t slowly ease himself in. After only a few pumps of his fingers and another swirl around her clit, she came completely undone beneath him.

“Fuck, Gwyn,” Azriel ground out. She could only assume that he felt her come with his fingers still knuckle-deep inside her and enjoyed it nearly as much as she did. “That’s it, love. Good fucking girl.”

He gave her maybe a minute to recuperate, barely enough time to get her breathing back to normal, to regain feeling in her legs. She felt the pillow being snatched from underneath her, felt her hip and then her whole body being turned on the soft sheets. With freshly regained focus, Gwyn looked up and saw a grin on Azriel that promised nothing but mischief. He lowered himself to hover above her, pupils dilated so wide no amber could be seen in his eyes.

With a soft brush of his nose against hers, he whispered, “What do you say?”

“Thank you.”, her voice was barely more than a whisper, too.

“Mhh”. The rest of his hum was swallowed by Gwyn’s lips, vibrating along the edges as he kissed her deeply.

Gwyn felt as if drunk. Floating in her own body, warm and fuzzy, and weirdly confident. Even though she gave up all her power, yielded to him, she felt free. And if the past minutes made her realize something, it was that she loved being good for him.

Azriel was the first to break the kiss, climbing off the bed and pulling Gwyn with him. The way she looked up to him with wide doe-eyes, the teal of her irises vibrant against the flush of her cheek, it made Az nearly feral with the need to have her. His damned Illyrian heritage was making his blood boil beneath the surface, all senses attuned to nothing but Gwyn. If there would have been an intruder in the House, he wouldn’t have noticed. A war could break out right outside their window and he’d see and hear nothing but her. Taste was the only thing missing from his life.

“Stand.”, he rasped out, trying to balance her wobbly legs, “Lean against the bedframe when it’s difficult.”

Gwyn nodded, her now messy hair bouncing with the movement. She reached for the seam of his shirt, desperate to feel him too, grazing her fingers along the warm patch of skin she found. But Azriel snatched her hands away, an almost violent jerk going through him. He raised her hands above her head, pinning them to the wood of the bedframe. “Don’t do that again, or I’m going to embarrass us both.”

Gwyn was disappointed. All she wanted was to feel his skin against hers. “Can you at least take you shirt off, please?”

Azriel was in a dilemma now. If he was meant to be completely dominant, a request like that would have fallen on deaf ears, or it would have led to a punishment. But he also wanted her to feel the best she possibly could. Him being fully dressed while she was completely naked had a dynamic of power in and of itself. What if she felt insecure? His inner monologue was interrupted by Gwyn.

“Azriel.”, was the one and only thing she said, her voice so full of gentleness and plea. And that one word was enough to command him. He reached for his shirt, yanking it off and then falling back into his position of pinning Gwyn against the frame.

Gwyn didn’t think she could feel more attracted to the male than when he made her come, or when he kissed her with his remarkable gentleness. But as inches upon inches of bronze and inked skin revealed itself before her, her knees nearly gave out for the second time that night. Azriel was sculpted by the Gods and she’d accept no other assessment.

His hand came to grab her jaw, molding itself against the curve of her neck. “What I need you do to now, is stay very, very still. One move of your hips and I’ll stop.”

“What is going to happen?”, she didn’t want to ask the question, but a little surge of panic due to the uncertainty made her do it.

Her Shadowsinger just smiled, this one more loving than the predatorial grin from before, and parted her lips with his tongue. He grazed the roof of her mouth, languidly stroking her own tongue until he withdrew with a quick peck to her lips.

And Gwyn understood what exactly was about to happen.

Azriel began kissing his way down, first paying attention to her neck and collarbones. His hands found her breasts, kneading them firmly and pinching her nipple inbetween his fingers. The sting of hurt was quickly replaced though, as his mouth latched onto one of her buds, gently flicking it with his tongue. Gwyn tried her hardest to stay still, like he told her to. But if this was already making her squirm, she doubted she could muster the discipline for when his wicked mouth met her core.

More and more soft kisses travelled down her breasts and stomach. When his mouth reached the bone of her hip, he started licking. Gwyn swore she felt that movement elsewhere and barely suppressed a whimper. But Azriel wasn’t in a hurry, caressing every inch of skin with his mouth and fingers that came before the place she wanted to have him most.

Until finally, he settled further down, now fully kneeling before her.

His tongue found the topmost part of her slit first, the lick slowly morphing into a kiss. Gwyn stood unnaturally still, both her hand grasping the bedframe to steady herself. She’d never let someone come so close to the most intimate part of her.

Azriel continued his warm kisses down her slit as far as he could reach, not yet parting her folds. His hands stroked up and down her hips in a soothing manner. But she didn’t know if it was meant to soothe her or him. The Shadowsinger seemed to tremble before her, or maybe she didn’t see correctly.

“Good?” The voice that came out of Azriel’s mouth sounded different, lower and more strained than usual. Gwyn looked down at his intense eyes and gave a slight nod.

That was all he needed before he spat out a word in Illyrian that sounded suspiciously like a curse, and then parted the folds of her core with his tongue. The noise that escaped Gwyn was low-key a cry, but she didn’t care as his mouth moved directly on her flesh now, caressing every inch of skin he could find. To experience someone’s tongue on your core was a wild feeling. You opened the most vulnerable part of yourself, presented yourself in plain sight in the hopes that your partner showed you care and pleasure.

Azriel understood that. He licked her carefully first, the wetness from her previous orgasm helping him glide over her pussy. Up and down and up and down, until his whole being was consumed by the taste of her. He narrowed in on her clit when he felt her fingers tangle in his hair for purchase. Stiffening his tongue, he dove under the little hood that separated him from her most sensitive spot and gently moved it in a circle.

Gwyn’s chest heaved from the intensity of feeling. She always thought that males licked their partners just for some kind of gain, maybe for them to reciprocate the action, or as a treat on a special occasion. The books she read presented a different sentiment, but she never really expected real males to service their partner like that.

She should have known that Azriel wouldn’t disappoint. Gwyn could tell he cherished every stroke of his tongue against her from the way he closed his eyes in pleasure and his fingers digging into her hips almost too harshly. His kisses her pussy reverently, his tongue rubbing with just the right pressure in just the right spot.

After a few of the best minutes of Gwyn’s life, Azriel stopped his movements and rested his head on her inner thigh. “Love, forget what I said earlier. I want you to move on me.”

Gwyn looked at him in shock. This wasn’t what they agreed on.

“It will be easy. I promise. I’ll help you. Just tilt your hip in a way that feels good.”, he reassured her, his hand grabbing her waist.

“But I might suffocate you.”, she rasped, her voice not used to talking after all the moans.

Azriel grinned. “That’s exactly what I’m hoping for, Berdara.”

And with the most flirty wink, he buried his tongue in her pussy again. His hand now grabbed one of her legs to lift it and place it over his shoulder.

Gwyn barely moved an inch as she tried to tilt her hips for the first time, like Azriel suggested. It wasn’t as hard as she thought it would, standing on one leg. But since she had the bed and Azriel to hold onto, they gave her some leverage. But her Shadowsinger grew impatient quickly. He put pressure on her lower back, forcing her to move quicker and purposeful.

“Gwyn, fuck yourself on my tongue, please.”

The wave of pleasure following his words was something entirely new again. This time, it brought a sense of power with it. She didn’t know when and how they switched their roles for Azriel to be the one to beg, but something about his desperation made her move.

Gwyn rode the Shadowsinger’s tongue with rhythmic rolls of her hips, his tongue hitting her clit every time. Her fingers clawed themselves into his hair, holding his face in place to use it as she saw fit. The orgasm that forced its way through her came completely out of the blue, or maybe it had been lurking from the very first touch of his mouth. With a sharp cry, her hips stuttering, she released on Azriel’s tongue.

It was intense and longer than the one before. When Azriel released her leg, she slowly slid down the bedframe, catching her breath in the process. The Shadowsinger pulled her in a tight embrace the second she came close, nestling her into his lap on the floor.

“Az, I don’t have words.”, she told him after a while. Her entire mental lexicon of synonyms for ‘earthshattering’ wasn’t enough for what she felt. Azriel released a hoarse laugh in answer.

“Who needs words if we can just do it again.”

Gwyn looked up from his chest, trying to figure out if he was joking or not. Judging by the expression of his face, he didn’t.

“Shadowsinger, if I come one more time I’ll turn into a puddle and you have to mop up my remains. Is that how you want to end the night?”, she asked.

Azriel, Mother bless him, actually looked disappointed. “I guess not.”

They sat like that for a while, Azriel’s hands idly stroking up and down Gwyn’s back. It was a testament to the intensity of the night that she took an embarrassing amount of time to notice the hardness that pressed into her side.

Shame flooded Gwyn like never before. There she was, blissfully relaxed from two orgasms, a back massage and gentle rubs, while her exhausted Shadowsinger suffered in silence.

“Az, would you like me to take care of you now?”, she asked, pressing a light kiss to his cheek with the question. The thought of pleasuring him made her equal parts nervous and excited.

“Mh?”, Azriel seemed to need a second to figure out what she was referring to. “Oh, no need. I’m going to calm down in a minute.”

Gwyn was just about to take the way-out he offered when her eyes fell back to the room he had prepared. The candles still flickering away, the roses perched on the bedside table, the deepest love she ever had cradling her safely in his lap.

An unusual sense of peace settled over her as she whispered, with a smile playing on her lips, “It don’t want you to calm down.”

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hannibard · 3 months

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"I'm choking from the taste (but I can't help but swallow)"

Pairings: Geraskier, Radskier

Summary: "There's too much at stake Geralt, it's not worth it. Go back to Kaer Morhen and forget about me."

"You're more than worth it Jaskier and I'll do anything in my power to get you out of this hell. Melitele help anyone who stands in my way."

Jaskier is taken by Radovid in the midst of his travels with Geralt and Milva. The Redanian king, changed from his recent ascent to power, is determined to get everything he wants, with Jaskier having the misfortune of being on top of the list. Jaskier spends time serving Radovid in the Redanian court, drowning in despair and losing parts of himself in the process, his only consolation being the knowledge that his friend was safe from the Redanian army due to his sacrifice.

Sometime after Geralt has united the north under his rule, he decides to pay a visit to Redania in the hope of reuniting with his bard. But Jaskier is not as he remembers, his psyche having been fractured in their time apart. Will the witcher be able to help him escape his tragic fate?

Inspired by the song "Poison" from Hazbin Hotel

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Chapter 1: How it all started

He had been traveling together with Geralt and Milva for a few months when they took him. The three had made good progress on their way to Nilfgaard, occasionally adding other skilled individuals that were willing to aid in their cause to their group, like the high vampire/surgeon Regis, and the possibility of reaching Ciri was becoming more apt with each passing day. Jaskier was, despite the sharp worry in his gut for the girl he had come to consider something akin to a daughter, relatively content.

Things were in no way easy, but at least he was (finally) at Geralt's side again. Plus, this time around he was actually able to pull his weight. Gone were the days of him being barely more than a burden that slowed the witcher down and made his life harder, as his role had been for the majority of their acquaintance.

(If life could give me one blessing-)

He had been by himself in some backwater village, because they needed to make money somehow and Jaskier was, despite all his faults, an excellent bard. His ability to be useful, even amidst such impressive individuals, filled him with pride. The others had made camp a few miles away in order to not draw attention. It was risky enough for Jaskier to make those semi-frequent appearances in the public eye, even with the new moniker he had adopted in his attempt to pass as different person. He had rarely traveled this far south in the past, so he wasn’t too worried about being recognized.

(it goes without saying that he avoided performing any songs from the vast repertoire he had created centered around his greatest muse, the White Wolf.)

His set was coming to an end, and he was looking forward to drinking an ale after gathering his earnings, before starting his long way back to his companions. He was in the middle of just that when he was approached by a hooded figure. They moved gracefully, weaving skillfully through the crowd before sitting down across the bard.

“Beautiful voice you’ve got there.” Their face was hidden in the shadow created by the hood, which was dark and modest, not carrying any identifiable markings.

Jaskier didn’t let his alarm show. “Thank you friend, I’m always one to appreciate compliments.” He took a long sip from his tankard methodically in a show of nonchalance.

The hooded figure cocked their head to the side and reached their hand out. “With talent such as yours, it’s a wonder you’re not more well-known Master…?”

Jaskier gave a bright grin, subtly wiping the sweat making its way down his forehead, and shook the stranger’s hand. Their grip was firm, and its hold lasted a bit longer than was considered socially appropriate. “The name’s Dandelion. And you are…?”

“A beautiful name to match the beautiful voice.” The figure avoided the question and tilted their head back so that their matching grin could be visible to the bard. Jaskier couldn't see their eyes, he had a nagging impression that he was being checked out from top to bottom. “Of course I can't neglect mentioning the beautiful appearance. Though if you don’t mind my humble opinion, I’d say there’s another name that would suit you more fittingly.”

The bard’s grin twitched ever so slightly. “And what would that be my dear fellow? Do say so.”

The stranger leaned forward. “Jaskier.” they said almost conspiratorially.

The bard’s smile fell all together, and he looked around with the corner of his eye. None of the inn’s patrons seemed to have heard, too busy drinking, eating and chatting loudly with each other. The innkeeper himself was curiously missing from the room.

“What do you want?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“If you want to find out then follow me and don’t make a scene. It wouldn’t benefit either of us.”

Jaskier gulped and slowly stood up. He made sure to grab his lute and not to let his nervousness show. “As you wish.”

They made their way outside, and as soon as they were out of people’s sight the stranger grabbed his arm with a strong grip that left no room for resistance, no matter how much Jaskier tried to pull away. They reached a building that stood tall in the periphery of the village, and the hooded figure surveyed their surroundings before opening the front door and pushing Jaskier inside. The force made the bard fall to his knees and he hissed in pain, his lute thankfully tucked safely against his back. He vaguely heard the door close and lock behind him just as he looked up, his mind too busy short-circuiting at the sight he came across.

“Hello darling.” said Radovid as he stood up from a makeshift throne, making his way to the bard and dropping to one knee in front of him. The newly-crowned king took Jaskier’s chin in one hand and gently stoked his cheek with the other, smiling gently. “Oh how I’ve missed you.” He said wistfully and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Jaskier was left speechless, his brows furrowing together in confusion. He hadn’t seen Radovid since that fateful day in Aretuza after the Thanedd ball, in the midst of all the chaos. Their parting had been hopeful but it didn’t take long for Jaskier to hear about Radovid’s sudden enthronement, so he had resolved himself to the reality that their story would remain forever unfinished. His regret lessened more and more with the time he spent at his witcher’s side.

“Radov-, Y-your majesty, to what do I owe the honor of this, ah, sudden summons?” he said when he finally managed to make his mouth move.

Radovid’s eyes hardened almost imperceptibly at the bard’s term of address. He let out a defeated sigh and hung his head low. “I never once stopped thinking about you my dear, every day we spent apart was pure torture, and now that my reign has stabilized I though it was the perfect time to pay you a visit." He looked up and stared unblinkingly into the bards blue eyes. "Aren’t you happy to see me?”

Jaskier swipped his lips with his tongue, a motion that Radovid tracked hungrily. “Oh, I uh, I’m elated to see you, truly, but I’m just a tad confused. You see, your buddy over there that escorted me here, let’s just say they weren’t very gentle in their approach. In few words and with no offense, it left a lot to be desired. I was expecting to encounter some sort of Nilfgaardian general ready to chop my head off and not… you.”

Radovid huffed and offered a hand to Jaskier, helping him up. Now that Jaskier was somewhat over his initial surprise he was able to take in the king’s appearance. There were some subtle changes, like the short beard that had replaced his previously clean-shaven face, his once lean body seemed to have filled with muscle, but the biggest change, the one that made Jaskier’s breath catch in his throat, was in his eyes.

Before, Radovid’s eyes were like a window to his soul that only Jaskier had a key to, full of intelligence and softness, specifically towards his person, but now… Now his gaze was guarded. The only thing Jaskier could detect besides the current show of the king’s emotions, was darkness. It was something he was only able to decipher after his years of experience performing in countless courts and dealing with all sorts of people in his travels. It caused a chill to run down his spine.

“You don’t have to worry about Nilfgaard any more my love, you won’t have to deal with them ever again.” Radovid said as he patted down the outrageously large fur that hung from his shoulders.

Jaskier blinked rapidly a few times and raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean by that Your Majesty?”

Radovid looked at him as though he’d asked a very stupid question. “Redania’s power has grown vastly in recent months as I’m sure you’ve heard. Nilfgaard wouldn’t dare take a single step towards us. Also please cut all the ‘Your Majesty’s, our relationship has evolved beyond such formalities.”

Jaskier nodded tentatively “I’ve certainly heard about your accomplishments, but I don’t understand what that has to do with me.”

Radovid rolled his eyes in fond exasperation. “You’re coming with us silly.”

Jaskier’s heart was beating rapidly in his chest. He had been bombarded by shock after shock in such quick succession that he hadn’t been able to calm his racing mind in a minute.

“I appreciate the offer, truly, Your Majes- Radovid.” the bard quickly corrected his words after seeing Radovid’s face twist in displeasure. “But I’m afraid I have to decline. You see, I’m currently in the middle of a very important quest that I must see through to the end.”

The king’s eyes narrowed, his fists clenching at his sides. “So you’d choose that witcher over me? Even after everything he’s put you through? I could give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of, comfort and luxury beyond your wildest dreams, but you’d seriously rather continue following that monster like a lost puppy?”

The bard wasn’t happy with the name Radovid used to describe his dearest friend, but he let it go, choosing to focus on the matter at hand. “I’m sorry Radovid. It is what it is.”

A glimpse of hurt flashed in the king’s eyes and his shoulder’s slumped as he turned away from the bard. He took a few deep breaths before he straightened up again. When their eyes met once more, Radovid’s hardened gaze was filled with resolve. Jaskier waited with bated breath for his response.

“If you won’t come with me willingly… I’ll just have to bring you by force.”

Jaskier’s eyes widened and his blood ran cold. Before he was able to do anything, two guards surrounded him and grabbed his shoulders from each side. He thrashed wildly but it was for naught, the bard being much weaker than his captors. “No-, Radovid- please don’t do this, I’m begging you!” He asked desperately.

The king looked down at him with his chin up and an air of confidence surrounding him, for the first time appearing as ruthless and regal as his title implied.

“I’m afraid I can’t listen to you darling. One of the perks of being a king is that I can do and have whatever I wish for, and nobody can stand in my way.” He waved his hand towards the bard nonchalantly as he addressed his followers. “Bring him a pen and paper. Have him write a letter to the witcher and deliver it to the innkeeper. He’ll know what to do.”

The guards dragged Jaskier towards a desk and deposited him in a chair, writing tools bring placed on the surface before him a moment later. His hand was shaking as he picked up the pen. A tear slid down his cheek as he tried one last time to change the king’s mind. “Please Radovid... Let me go.”

The king crossed his arms and his mouth formed a tight line. “That’s ‘Your Majesty’ to you.”

Jaskier let out a sob and stared down at the paper, blinking rapidly in an effort to clear his blurry eyesight. His mind was racing trying to find a way to leave some sort of secret message to alert Geralt of his situation. Radovid seemed to read his thoughts however, because he gripped the bard’s nape tightly and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Don’t even think about pulling any tricks or your dear witcher and the rest of your group will leave their last breaths at the camp they’re currently stationed on. My soldiers have the place surrounded as we speak.”

With those words the bards last hope was extinguished. The last thing he wanted to do was put his friends in danger. Even with their combined extraordinary strength, he didn’t want to chance either of them getting seriously injured. If obedience was the price to pay for their safety, then so be it.

“At least promise me you’ll leave them alone.”

Radovid gave a chaste kiss to the bard’s neck and ran what would be considered under normal circumstances a comforting hand down his back. “You have my word. I didn't care about them in the first place.” He gave the bard one last squeeze and went to sit back in his throne.

Jaskier took a deep breath and started writing. The single tear that hit the paper, while certain to be identifiable with the witcher’s heightened senses, would probably be assumed to have been a product of Jaskier’s typical sentimentality and nothing more.

Dear Geralt,

You’ll find me dearly saddened to inform you that our long-standing companionship must come to an end. You see, I’ve had time to think while staying in this lovely little settlement away from you lot, and I've come to realize what it is I truly want. That of course being king Radovid of Redania. I’ve talked to you about our ill-fated relationship before as you might recall. Somehow, things for us two don’t seem as bleak as they one were. I can see a light at the end of the tunnel and thus I’ve decided to go to Redania and try to build a future with him. Love conquers all and the like.

For the first time in my life, I’m putting myself before you. I’m choosing my own happiness. I hope you’re able to achieve your goals and manage to locate Ciri safe and sound. When you do, which I've no doubt you'll achieve, give her all my love. Please inform the rest of our group about my decision. I’m sorry for doing this so suddenly but you know how matters of the heart can be. They leave no room for patience.

Ever your affectionate friend,

Julian Alfred Pankratz.

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kentoberry · 1 year

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note: this is very rushed and prolly has lots of typos... forgive me!!

when thinking of al-haitham... he would be so much fun to be with. bimbo! delilah... especially college! au he would definitely be the handsome nerdy senior who always helps you. he is clever, wise and absolutely loves reading. need help with your essays? yeah, al-haitham is here. you have a test? he would tutor you. you have the same lecture? you must sit beside him (he never says that but it is the unspoken rule). al-haitham, a sapient man of few words who spends his time at the library reading books, but still has time for ya and ur needs (･ω<)☆

casually slips his arms around you (hugs you) when there is no one around and says “i feel like it!”. he has this image of a distant and cold man, but he is a warm person from the inside and you know it. he would reply to you as you asked why and specifically asks you for hugs as a payback. even if your relationship wasn’t public considering that he may be a conservative man, but even tho everyone will know who u r (e.g. “yeah, al-haitham’s delilah.” , “yeah man i see them all the time together.”) he would honestly be very spoiling bf. buys you lunch, clothes, bags and always gifts you stuff (either you want or need). he is well-off, he has money and he chooses to spend it on you. 100% would read for you. he would die for you both to discuss a book he likes/reads. splitting the bill 50/50? what’s that? he’ll pay it all by himself.

the manipulation part hohohoho!!! in simple words, gaslighting!! when you realise you r doing well ofc you won’t need him anymore, right? he doesn’t want that so he convinces you that you are still behind, bad at everything and can’t totally do anything without him.

“no delilah you don’t understand at all. i must teach you again!” and “no, this is not how you do it. you have to do it like this.” i believe he makes things harder for you to understand and make you look like a fool. yeah, he denies your progress and treats you the same as before (his clueless delilah who always needs -his- help). poor you what would you do if he wasn’t there? you should be grateful that he helps you out! he helped you, right? where are his kisses and hugs? give the man affection (he needs) in private ;)

—koko♡

okay... i'm finally letting this out of my inbox but !£)#!#)£)"; when i tell u i SCREAMED !!!! poor little bimbo lilah and her smart guard dog alhaitham...

no grade is ever good enough for him ! u could still be getting 100s and straight As but alhaitham always manages to find some faults in your logic.

i think he would make you cockwarm him while you study, and he'll make some rude remark about how "sluts like you only focus when their needy cunt is the one getting the attention". every time you get an answer wrong, he'll give you a little slap and tell you off too :(( sure, it stings, but he's helping you, remember?

you know that pretty girl in your bio class? the one everyone has a crush on? well, alhaitham turned her down purely because he's spending his time with you instead ! you can't disappoint him now, can you?

#head empty only bimbo #new entry !#flowers for koko.#alhaitham smut #cw manipulation #cw gaslighting

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sapphire-strikes · 10 months

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▪︎Some LEGO Monkie Kid Headcanons!▪︎

It took me long enough to get around to making one of these considering how fiercely I got attached to this series, but here we finally go!

Part 1 Part 2

• Tang works part-time at one of Megapolis' libraries.

• Before he actually got the job, he used to spend ALL of his time there (bouncing between there and Pigsy's Noodles as his regular hangouts) and was notoriously a menace to the staff. Think, holding up the front desk for ages to prattle on to the librarian about the books he was checking out, reorganizing entire shelves based on his own "educated" opinion of how they should be arranged and waiting outside the doors for them to open only have to be asked to leave when it was time to close.

• Unfortunately, it was a classic case of the regular who thinks they're beloved, while in reality, the librarians would play rock-paper-scissors to decide who had to check him out. Even those assigned to reshelving returned books when he was there would do so stealthily because as soon as he caught sight of one of them he'd stop whatever he was doing to stroll up and talk for hours.

• And you, of course, can bet he had all of their first names memorized and referred to them as such exclusively.

• The staff had a love-hate relationship with him for the longest time because while he was infamously annoying most of the time, he also did an unnecessary amount of work when he was there. This included putting books back that were left out by other patrons, properly reorganizing shelves, picking up trash, and even beating the librarians themselves to shushing and lecturing unruly patrons

• Tang is far from motivated to actually work and has little to no desire to hold a job at all but when a spot opened up, he applied quickly and got the job because he was literally the first and only person to actually apply. It is only part-time, and he puts in very few hours, probably just working weekends, but it works well with his lifestyle, and he's very content. He was unemployed before, so at least he makes rent now. When he does come into extra cash he spends it all eating out, so he never has a lot of money for anything, but it doesn't seem to bother him because the bulk of his hobbies (I.e reading) don't cost him anything with the library at his disposal anyway.

• Tang is principally incapable of throwing away or watching people throw away books, even ones he would never have any interest in reading, so whenever the library has to get rid of any, whether to make room for new editions or simple replace old copies, he ends up taking them home. For this reason, his apartment is a cluttered mess, with stacks of old books that line his walls and reach the ceiling.

• I'm going to project a little here and die on the hill that MK was homeschooled. He just gives that vibe and I'm living for it. It was by Pigsy and Tang, of course, and that's actually how Tang ended up becoming more involved in MK's life.

• For the longest time, Pigsy was extremely protective of MK, keeping him close to home and determined to provide everything for the kid himself. But when MK was old enough to start needing an education, he began to realize how out of his element he actually was. Pigsy is good at a lot of things, but teaching isn't one of them and it was even harder for him to find time to just sit down with the kid and go over anything while he had his shop to run.

• That's when he finally opened up more to Tang about the whole situation. Tang was more than eager to help, having wanted an excuse to interact more with young MK for the longest time anyway. So they set up a routine, and the better part of MK's "school days" were spent at the counter of Pigsy's Noodles, learning with Tang while Pigsy worked.

• And as you can expect, that's exactly where MK inherited his obsession with the Monkey King. Tang has a bias for history and mythology and taught MK more about those than almost anything else.

• Mei was private schooled, and ironically enough, when her and MK first met and started hanging out, Pigsy thought she was a bad influence. That was until one day when he witnessed young Mei fiercely jumping to young MK's defense, and he's been fond of her ever since.

• Personality wise, I think MK and Mei can both fall into the category of "violently" extroverted.

• Mei's the kind of extroverted that thrives on getting out of the house, meeting new people, and spending time in high-energy environments. She gets bored easily when she's alone, and she hates being bored more than almost anything else. However, she isn't completely opposed to alone time every now if she's upset or needs time to decompress.

• MK, on the other hand, while also extremely extroverted, is extroverted in a much more personal sphere. He thrives on the time he spends with his friends, and playing quite literally to the term extrovert, becomes rather low energy and restless when he has to spend any significant amount of time alone. In other words, he gets lonely fast and easily, and he's extremely clingy, but having at least one other person around that he's close to is enough to keep his spirits up.

• Besides Red Son and Macaque, there's not a single solid introvert in the whole main cast. Pigsy's the only ambivert and Wukong only secludes himself from others out of guilt, he's actually extroverted in the exact same way as MK.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #mk lego monkie kid #mei dragon #tang lego monkie kid #pigsy lego monkie kid #The grip this series has on me right now #You can bet there's gonna be another one of these #I wanna talk about Macaque so bad #but I have a lot to say so it must wait until my next post

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halcyon-girls · 2 years

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Prompt idea: After 2x03 it is known that Beatrix is missing and Stella blames herself for sending Beatrix away that night, which is why she wants to do everything she can do to find her (something Andreas noticed). A few days later, Beatrix is found hurt and without her magic in the woods near of Alfea. (Without the things that happened in 2x04, so Andreas is still alive, musa has her powers...) She is unconscious for a few other days and every day Andreas sees the princess of solaria sitting by his daughter's bedside and wondering who his daughter is to her that she spend every day by her side.

Working with her suitemates and Sebastian wasn’t getting her any closer to finding Beatrix. Three days without her had become three too many. So, what is she to do but go to the one person she thinks will help her? She just hopes Andreas will agree. -------------------- It had been three days. Days since Beatrix had been missing, and days since Stella had cried and shouted and locked herself away in her suite. She’d sent voicemail after voicemail to Beatrix, hoping for an answer. Eventually, she’d started to call just to hear that familiar sound of Beatrix saying, ‘I cannot imagine why you’d be calling and not texting.’

Was she pathetic? Perhaps. She’d started to believe it to be true when after three days of searching for Beatrix, she had still turned up nothing. Beatrix was out there in who knows what kind of state, and she can’t help but feel that she was to blame. If she had just stepped away from the suite, away from Bloom, away from all of those problems and looked at what was in front of her, maybe she would have seen someone who didn’t want to be alone. Maybe she would have answered, just as Beatrix had only days before.

She sits at her desk with a stack of books hoping there were answers in there. Bloom and the others were working with Sebastian for clues but it wasn’t fast enough. It never was.

So she writes endless notes and pins them against the wall, searching for a pattern, any pattern.

When that fails, she seeks out the last person she wanted to. Someone who would act with her instead of sticking their nose into a book while Beatrix slips away from them.

She grits her teeth and walks down the hall, waving her suitemates goodbye, who were all far too distracted with Sebastian.

She enters the specialist quarters and seeks him out. Eventually, she finds him talking amongst a few of the specialists.

‘Andreas,’ she calls out.

Andreas turns, with a raised brow. ‘Princess. I wasn’t expecting a visit from you.’ He waves off the specialists and walks over to her side, lowering his voice to a whisper. ‘Is there something I should know?’

Stella sighs and tugs at the hem of her shirt. How she wished she had something to say. ‘No,’ she tugs harder. ‘Yes.’

A small smile forms on Andreas’ face. ‘If you’re worried about your mother, I won’t tell her, ‘less it’s something dangerous.’

She considers not telling him. The last thing she needed was for her mother to try and put another gem into her back. Or worse, make the one she already had dig that bit deeper until it wasn’t just a cage for invisibility, but a complete lack of magic.

She takes a deep breath. ‘We need to find Beatrix.’ When he opens his mouth to speak, she cuts him off, pointing towards the outer grounds of Alfea. ‘I don’t mean here, in Alfea. She’s out there!’ She feels tears prick in the corner of her eyes and looks down to wipe them away, feeling embarrassed by her lack of control.

She feels a hand on her shoulder and looks up. Andreas purses his lips, and despite how much he tries to hide it, Stella can detect the water in his eyes. ‘Rosalind disagrees with the search.’

Stella feels her lip wobble and her tears fall. ‘Are you really going to listen to her? Beatrix calls you her dad. Shouldn’t you be there for her now more than ever?’

Andreas reaches forward and grips her wrist pulling her through the specialist quarters and into a small room that looked to be his office. Once they’re inside and the door is shut, she releases her arm. ‘Sorry.’ He paces around the room and runs his hand through his hair. ‘I’m not trying to hurt you, I just-’ He sighs and stops pacing. ‘She’s like a daughter to me.’

Stella bites her lip, looking him over. ‘Perhaps we can work together then.’

Andreas raises a brow. ‘What can you offer? I’ve already heard about your little gem from Rosalind.’

Stella huffs. She was well aware of her little torturous accessory. ‘I’m a princess, remember? All the knowledge you need will be at your disposal.’

Andreas tucks his hands into his pants pockets. ‘Right, right, that’s good.’ A smirk forms on his face that was so similar to Beatrix’s, Stella feels her heart start to ache. ‘Think you can get your princess hands on a map of the area? I doubt those blood witches are smart enough to get her out of here.’

Stella smiles. ‘Now that, I can do.’ She offers out her hand which he shakes with an amused smile. ‘A pleasure to work with you.’

Andreas rolls his eyes. ‘Sure, princess.’

It takes her a few hours to procure the map. With the already close scrutiny of Rosalind and her followers being increased and a lack of invisibility magic, it wasn’t easy.

With dirtied shoes from having to take a slightly hazardous path towards the library area where she knew the maps were being held, she finds herself victorious. She was able to negotiate a deal with the librarian and walk away with it in hand.

She knocks on Andreas’ door at midday and he’s quick to pull her in after checking that she hasn’t been followed.

They set the map down on his small desk, part of it flowing off the edges. He pushes it around until he finds the area he was looking for.

He points his finger at a largely forested area. ‘Here.’

Stella squints, trying to work out where exactly “here” was. ‘I admit, I’m not sure what you’re seeing.’

Andreas shakes his head and slides his finger along the map, leading back towards Alfea. ‘I remember this area. I’ve scouted it more times than I can count.’ He taps his finger against the map again. ‘It’s ah, some sort of abandoned building. I can’t be sure what it was supposed to be, but, if I was trying to set a trap, there’d be no better place.’

Stella places her hands against the map and looks up at him. ‘A trap? Are you sure?’

Andreas nods, a low laugh falling from his lips. ‘Kid, if there’s anything I’ve learnt from years of running and duty and running again, it’s that the villains always love a good trap.’

Stella drums her fingers against the desk. ‘Alright. So, what are we going to do?’

Andreas smirks. ‘We’re going to fall for it, of course.’

Stella blinks. Perhaps this is where the similarities between him and Beatrix end. Willingly entering a trap without any knowledge of what it is? She couldn’t imagine Beatrix ever doing so. She certainly didn’t do so last term.

She indulges him regardless. Her desire to get Beatrix back far outweighed her doubts about him. ‘Elaborate, please.’

‘They want my daughter for their game?’ He narrows his eyes. ‘We’ll give ‘em a game they’ll never forget.’

Stella was starting to doubt her decision but, she supposes he was right. They needed to sell the idea that they’d fallen for the trap.

The next hour is spent planning it out. Stella almost laughed in her disbelief when Andreas conceded that he’d need Saul’s help if he wanted to pull off the plan. He’d act foolish and enraged and capture the Blood Witch's attention.

Stella would monitor from afar, her phone becoming a lifeline more so than ever before.

It’s put into action with Riven, Musa, and Sky joining the fight. Stella wishes she could join. She cared little about what injuries she’d sustain, every bump, bruise, and scrape was worth it if it meant she could see Beatrix alive.

Could? Would. Would see Beatrix alive. She had to be.

The hours pass agonisingly slow. The blood witch sent falls for Andreas’ act and leads them right to Beatrix. Andreas plays the pitiful specialist that would sell his soul to the Blood Witches and they eat it up.

The battle is long and hard but everyone returns unscathed, having got out before the scrapers could get to them, with Saul and Andreas carving a path out of the building.

It seemed like the perfect ending. But when Stella sits beside Beatrix’s bed and clutches her limp hand, the marks of the scrapers lining her chest, Stella having tried to clean the blood, she couldn’t have felt worst about it.

It was only the first day. Terra and Flora had assured her that Beatrix would wake, but she needed time to rest. She feels her tears fall. What she needed was a friend. A friend who would be there for her and stop her from getting hurt.

Stella had clearly done a dismal job at that. She lets those tears fall, wetting the collar of her shirt.

She spends another hour at Beatrix’s side. Beatrix doesn’t move, doesn’t squeeze her hand, or do anything that indicates she was close to waking. She was alive but she looked so lifeless it had Stella terrified.

She hears a voice behind her break her melancholy silence. ‘Hey kid, I’m uh, happy to take over watching her.’

Andreas. Stella hastily wipes her tears away and offers one last squeeze to Beatrix’s hand. ‘Oh, of course, yes, you can be with your daughter.’

She moves to leave the room and Andreas catches her arm just as she reaches for the door handle. ‘Are you alright?’

Stella sniffs. What a painfully obtuse question to ask. She knows he can see how red her eyes are. More than that, he likely saw her holding Beatrix’s hand. Still, she appreciates it. ‘I’ll be fine.’

He makes an awkward grumbling sound but releases her. Just as she exits the door, he calls out her name. ‘Stella!’

Stella spins on her heel and faces him. ‘Yes?’

Andreas rubs the back of his neck. ‘Thanks for, uh, watching out for her.’

Stella sniffs to stop her tears. She offers no words, just a sharp nod of her head before turning around and leaving. She didn’t deserve the praise. She should have done more.

Still, in spite of what she believes, she sits beside Beatrix’s bed the next day. This time, she brings lunch and a trashy romance novel she knows Beatrix would absolutely hate. She reads it aloud, hoping to wake her and she’d called out the characters and tells Stella that she can find her books that weren’t so garbage.

She gets halfway through the book, her face stuck in a grimace when Andreas enters.

He looks painfully amused. ‘Good book?’

Stella shrugs, a smile on her face. ‘Beatrix would hate it.’

Andreas laughs. ‘That she would.’

So begins their weird almost-friendship. Stella would always be there first and eventually, Andreas would enter, sometimes with some snacks for her that he thought were cool with the kids, other times with a few awkward words a goodbye.

She had thought Andreas to be a terrible man with how he’d treated Sky. But now? She thinks that just maybe, Sky would find the same father Beatrix had.

On the fourth day, Andreas does the same switchover. Though, Stella can see the same tiredness reflected in his eyes that she saw in her own. They just wanted Beatrix to wake.

She sits in her suite common room with her suitemates scrolling through her phone without any particular goal in mind, counting down the hours.

She almost falls off the couch in her surprise when an hour later, Andreas slams their suite door open with wide eyes and a smile and turns to Stella, ‘She’s awake.’

Stella gasps, trying to process his words. She turns to him with an incredulous look that he responds to with a nod.

Beatrix was awake.

She waves off her shocked suitemates that look between the two of them trying to work out what had changed in their relationship. Stella would explain it all. Just not now. Not when she could see Beatrix.

She rushes out the door behind Andreas. She recovers when they reach Beatrix’s suite’s door and turns to face him. ‘Did you really rush out of the room when your daughter woke up?’

Andreas smiles sheepishly. ‘Uh, maybe. Does it matter? you’re here now. She’d probably want to see you first.’

Stella and not her father? Unlikely.

Still, she enters the room behind him and catches Beatrix’s bleary but very much open eyes. She feels her face flush as Beatrix speaks, ‘Stella.’

She looks over at Andreas who just smiles and pats her back. ‘I’ll just be outside. Take your time, I’ll be waiting.’ With those words, he exits the suite, leaving Stella and Beatrix alone.

She rushes over to Beatrix’s side and grips her hand. ‘Beatrix.’

Beatrix coughs and repeats her name. ‘Stella?’

Stella nods with tears in her eyes. ‘I’m here.’

When Beatrix asks her what happened, Stella tries to explain it all. She mentions the blood witches, tells her how long she’s been unconscious and admits that she and Andreas had worked together to find her.

‘You and Andreas?’ Beatrix questions, a small smirk on her face. ‘Who would have thought.’

Stella sniffs. ‘I had a good motivator to try.’ She clutches Beatrix’s hands tighter as her tears fall. ‘But none of that matters. I should have been there. I shouldn’t have shut the door on you.’ She sniffs, ‘I was so cruel and oblivious and, and-’

Beatrix squeezes her hand back. ‘I don’t hate you, Stella.’

Stella hears how pitiful her voice sounds but can’t bring herself to care. ‘You don’t?’

Beatrix shakes her head. ‘No.’ She tugs at Stella’s hand and pulls her onto the bed beside her, their legs tangling together. ‘Thank you for keeping Andreas out of trouble.’

Stella smiles. ‘He kept me out of trouble too. I may have kept trying to get through the border of Alfea until either I or it caved otherwise.’

Beatrix snorts, taking a sharp breath. ‘That would be much too cliché princess of you.’

Stella nudges herself closer, her head resting against Beatrix’s pillow and laughs. ‘How dare I do such a thing.’

Beatrix hums and wraps her arms around Stella’s waist. ‘Indeed.’

Stella sighs into the embrace before she’s reminded of Andreas. ‘You know Andreas is out there waiting, right?’

Beatrix pulls her closer. ‘He’ll live.’

Stella’s cheeks flush as she settles her hands onto Beatrix’s shoulders. ‘He’s your father. I’d hardly be making a good impression if he walks in.’

Beatrix presses her face into Stella’s shoulder. ‘You’re such a princess.’

Stella pouts. ‘I am.’

That seems to spark laughter in Beatrix. Stella briefly catches the smirk on Beatrix’s face as she tugs Stella closer and loudly shouts, ‘Dad!’

Stella panics and tries to pull away, her cheeks flushed. ‘Wait-’

Andreas throws opens the door, his eyes wide with panic. ‘What is it? Are you-’ His eyes widen as he takes in the scene before him and promptly covers his eyes with one of his hands. ‘So, princess, that’s why you were visiting my daughter.’

Stella awkwardly laughs. ‘I- well, you see-’

Beatrix answers for her. ‘Yes. That’s exactly the reason she came to visit.’

Andreas clears his throat. There’s a smile on his face peeking out from under his hand. ‘Well then, I’m happy for you.’ He points his spare hand in their direction. ‘Remember, safety and all of that.’

Stella groans loudly as Beatrix says goodbye to him and he promptly leaves the room.

She turns to face Beatrix with a pout, her cheeks still burning. ‘Why did you say that?’

Beatrix smiles. ‘Because it’s true, isn’t it?’

Stella nods. Yes. It was true. She can’t deny that. Maybe, no, definitely, she had feelings for Beatrix. She had tried to ignore them but with every lingering touch and laugh from her, she felt herself falling deeper.

Beatrix bites her lip. ‘Perhaps it’s true for me too.’

‘What do you mean?’ Stella questions.

Beatrix removes her hands from Stella’s waist and slides them up to her cheeks. ‘What I mean is, that maybe I’m feeling the same way.’

Stella leans in, her lips inches away from Beatrix’s. ‘So what do we do about it?’

Beatrix smiles. ‘I have a few ideas.’ She pulls Stella in the rest of the way, her lips pressing against Stella’s. It takes Stella a moment to realise this wasn’t a dream and was very much real. She meets Beatrix kiss for kiss, keeping them gentle in order to protect her from further injury.

When they pull away, out of breath, Beatrix rubs her thumb against Stella’s lips. ‘That certainly confirmed it.’

Stella smiles widely, feeling her cheeks ache. It did. She rests her hand against Beatrix’s neck and speaks the words she’d been wanting to say for months. ‘I love you, Beatrix.’

She watches as Beatrix loses the fight against her own smile, her cheeks lightly flushed. ‘I love you too, Stella.’

Beatrix breaks the mood with a grin. ‘Almost as much as tormenting my father with it.’

Stella snorts and rolls her eyes. ‘Well, you’ll have plenty of that to do. We have to visit the infirmary to get you checked over.’

Beatrix groans loudly. ‘Oh, you’re no fun, princess.’

Stella grins and helps Beatrix out of bed, leading her into the shower. ‘Well, I am a princess after all.’

After a shower and plenty of complaining in between kisses, they take the journey to the infirmary. Andreas meets them there and offers Stella his hand. She shakes it with a raised brow.

Andreas shifts on his feet. ‘Thank you for helping and, I’m happy about your relationship.’

Stella smiles. ‘Thank you too.’

They release each other's hands and stand side-by-side as Beatrix is checked over. Out of all of the things she had expected to happen, it certainly wasn’t this. But, she was infinitely grateful it did.

She’s glad she took the chance on him and he did the same for her. She supposes love can bring all sorts of people together.

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Insecurities

GENRE angst, slight fluff PAIRING bf!Jay x gn!reader WARNING none REQUESTED yes, 400 followers event WC 1.2k NOTE i finally got around to write it @mystic-luv!! sorry for making you wait so much 😭 i hope it satisfies u still 💖

you quietly sat down on your couch, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work.

it had been a while since Jay had to work more, making it harder for the two of you to spend time with each other. and as a result, you had gotten closer with your friends.

you turned your tv on, hoping to find some interesting programs to watch until your boyfriend arrived, but unfortunately, nothing retained your attention for more than ten mere seconds. after having skipped countless of channels, you decided that your phone would be a better distraction. you unlocked your screen a message popped up from one of your friends, Hyunbin. your face lit up and you opened the notification. he was asking if you two could call each other as he was incredibly bored. you accepted as you were in the same situation as him, and he was your closest friend.

you talked and talked, never getting tired of each other. it wasn't until you felt someone sitting next to you that you noticed that Jay had come home from work. he wasn't pleased with the situation so you quickly hung up and directed all your attention to him.

“hey!” you said smiling as Jay frowned.

“who was that?” he asked coldly, catching you off guard.

“hm? it's just a good friend of mine.” you informed him, but he still didn't look convinced.

he did notice how you had gotten closer and closer to your friends, ever since he started working more, and he noticed how you were always talking to one person in particular, making him jealous, but he never mentioned it, feeling guilty that he had to work so often.

“if you say so...”

you picked up on the doubtful expression on his face but decided to not bring it up.

some days passed and you had a need to go out for a breather. it was staring to get dark outside so going out alone wasn't your preferred option. you hit up Hyunbin, who gladly accepted to take a walk around town with you.

as the lights brightly illuminated the streets, you found a street food stand. you both chose before going back to walking, all while enjoying your delicious food.

you hadn't really noticed the time flying by and how late it had gotten. it was only when Jay approached you while you were with Hyunbin that you realised how long you were outside for.

Jay shot a death glare at the both you before snatching you away from him. he politely excused the two of you from him before dragging you home. no words were shared during the walk home.

only a few words were spoken when you got home. you didn't dare to speak, the tension in the air being too heavy.

you had picked up on how Jay didn't like you talking and hanging out with Hyunbin. but you couldn't stop talking to who you considered your best friend. and thus, you started being more careful around Jay, hiding your conversations with Hyunbin, only hanging out when Jay was at work. but all of this made grow resentment inside of you, and you started to get further away from your boyfriend.

tension between the two of you started to grow, and arguments were getting more and more frequent. making resentment grow more inside of you and Jay get more insecure.

he couldn't help but think you were falling out of love with him and probably cheating on him with Hyunbin. he had the gut feeling that you were hiding things from him, but he was to scared to find out what it was, scared of losing you forever.

one day, his curiosity and insecurities got the best of him and he looked through your phone. his heart dropped as he saw the message syou shared with Hyunbin. how the both of you went out recently how you were planning to do so again, how much fun you had, the love and affection the two of you seemed to have was making his heart shatter. he couldn't handle looking at the messages any more and put the phone back where he found it.

a wave of sadness hit him, but it quickly turned into anger as he saw you joining him on the sofa.

“we need to talk.” he said as you sat down, making your heart skip a beat.

“y/n. tell me, are you cheating on me?” he asked not wasting a second, your eyes widened, gobsmacked by this question. how could he think you'd do such a thing to him?

“what? what type of nonsense is this?” you spoke, not believing he'd ever suspect you of doing something of the sort.

“just answer me, y/n.” he looked at you harshly. you gulped before promptly answering him.

“no! of course not! what makes you think that?” you asked worried.

“do you still love me? are you in love with Hyunbin?” you were so shocked by his questions that you had a hard time processing them, much more answering them. after a minute or so of silence, Jay spoke up again.

“why are you not answering me? is it that i'm saying the truth?” you shook your head vigorously, your heart pounding in your chest.

Jay sighed and took your phone in his hand, “then what is this?” he asked showing the messages between you and Hyunbin. you were mouth agape but you denied everything.

“it's not what you think it is! we're just friends. i love you and only you.” you tried assuring him, feeling your throat close up.

“then what's all this? why were you hiding all of this from me?” he questioned, sounding angrier.

“- because i was scared you'd be mad at me for talking to him...

- because you're cheating on me with him? aren't you?” he tightened his fist and clenched his jaw.

“no! no, i just noticed how you didn't like him and i figured it'd be better if i hid it from you, to not make you mad at me, or break up with me...” you tried explaining feeling the tears coming out.

Jay sat up, wanting to go and take a walk, and think about this whole situation but you grabbed his arm firmly.

“please...” you begged, hot tears rolling down your cheeks, “please, don't go. i promise you, i'm not cheating on you, i never will. i only love you and always will.” you held onto his arms and cried on his sleeve. he couldn't look at you, afraid he will also start to cry.

he sighed once more, and wiggled out of your hold, “i need to go. i need to think about all of this.” and with that, he left the house, and you sobbing.

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The Enemy of My Enemy is ALSO My Enemy, Part 1

Or just 'Enemy of my Enemy' because that's long as hell

Summary:

Jason was fine spending his afterlife as a glorified office worker. He would help keep track of the souls that entered and exited the Underworld and, really, it was a good way to pass the seventeen years he would have to wait to be revived.

Right up until a particular Miraculous Cure started making his job a million times harder for him.

First (you are here!)<Masterlist>Next

When Jason Todd opened his eyes, he didn’t really know what he was expecting.

An office building was definitely not it, though.

He squinted to shield his eyes against the clinically bright lights that were affronting his vision – it wasn’t brighter than the explosion had been, but forgive him for being a little sensitive – and raised his eyebrows at the ten or so people rushing around the room.

Not that this kind of intensity was all that uncommon for offices, of course. If everyone wasn’t five seconds and/or an email away from having a breakdown, is it really a successful work environment?

No, the only truly weird thing was that each and every one of the people there had wings. Bird wings, a few insects, a set that seemed to be made of pure light…

His attention was caught when he heard a loud squawking noise.

A man with hair that looked like it hadn’t been washed since he was born and a black mask covering the bottom half of his face rushed over, the stack of papers in his hands teetering dangerously. The wings pressed close to his back looked to be molting, which was probably a good thing considering they were covered in so much dried blood that Jason couldn’t even tell what the actual color was supposed to be.

“You must be the new hire.”

“Um –?”

“Great, handle these for me? I have to do something.”

“Uh –!”

He dumped the stack of papers he was holding into his hands and then zoomed away in a blur of color.

Damn it. He had taken the papers without thinking and now he was cursed with work that he didn’t even close to understand. He stared at the forms in front of his face, struggling to make sense of all of the strange combinations of numbers and letters at the top of the first page. Had the printer gone insane or did they have so many different types of forms that they had to resort to naming them all pure gibberish to distinguish them? Did he even want to know? Probably not.

“Jason Todd?”

The papers in his arms became some particularly boring-looking confetti as Jason, startled and maybe a little wary about the person that had somehow managed to sneak up on him, threw them in the air.

The woman in front of him smiled, though it might have been a stretch to call the sligh quirk of her lips a “smile”. Her neon green eyes, fixed on Jason, reflected the light strangely.

“That’s me…” he said carefully.

“I’d hope so!” She said, her tone bright and cheery even as her expression remained rather somber. “Otherwise we’d have quite the problem on our hands.”

Jason looked down at the papers scattered across the floor. “Er… I think you might already have a problem.”

There was a flicker of black out of the corner of his eyes and a strong gust of wind that made him grimace and look away… but, when he managed to look again, the papers were neatly piled once again. The woman set the pile back in Jason’s hands.

“Come, I can explain to you what is going on on the way.”

Jason hesitated just for a moment, but he figured that it would probably be a good idea to listen to the person who seemed most intent on explaining things to him.

He rested his chin on top of the stack of papers to make sure they didn’t fall as he carefully rose.

But his shirt caught on the chair he had been sitting in.

He frowned and turned to fix the snag, only to find that his clothes were fine and the thing that had managed to lodge itself in the chair was actually one of the giant bat wings protruding from his back.

“Okaaaaay, that’s new,” he commented, a very well-disguised attempt to hide the nerves clawing up his throat. Ignore the way his voice squeaked a little, he was a great actor.

Thankfully, the woman seemed perfectly willing to let him have a breakdown right in front of her.

He wasn’t even completely sure why he was so stressed. Everyone else he had seen so far seemed to have wings – though he had no clue what the lady in front of him’s wings looked like yet – so it made sense that he would have them, too… but they were wings. On him!

He ran a finger along the leathery wings and bit back a grimace as shivers ran down his spine. Jason’s hand jerked back as if he had been burned.

Yep. That confirmed it. They were real.

Tears welled in his eyes.

He was dead. He had been sold out by his own mother.

And, maybe, he felt a little guilty seeing that they were bat wings. Seriously, what kind of karmic punishment was that? He went searching all over the world for his family, only to get himself killed thanks to his biological mother… and now, here he was. He was a bat. Bruce had been his family all along. And Bruce would never know that he had come to this realization.

Karmic punishment… damn. He had been hoping he had done enough to not end up in Hell, but apparently not.

He blinked rapidly to keep himself from crying – he was not going to burst into tears in the middle of a crowded office building, thank you very much, crying on company time is practically illegal – and forced himself up and out of the chair.

The woman hesitated, lifting a hand as if she was going to do something, but then she stopped herself. She started leading him through the complex.

“So, um, am I in…” Jason looked around, at the harried office workers with strange appendages sprouting from their backs, down to his own crisp business suit and the wings literally batting against anything he dared to walk within three feet of, and then his gaze found its way back to the woman in white. He lowered his voice slightly to finish his thought: “Hell?”

She didn’t seem offended, thankfully. Her eyes glimmered with something akin to amusement. “This is Lazarus Holdings.”

“Cool. So, Hell is an office building. Guess that makes sense. Bureaucracies are hell.”

“It’s not Hell…” She sighed, a long, slow sound, before turning to look at him. “Think of it as a kind of ‘limbo’, you’re familiar with that concept, yes?”

He nodded.

“Everyone here will, one day, come back to life… but, in the meantime, sending us ‘up’ or ‘down’ would be a waste of materials and manpower. So, whenever someone is marked to come back at some point, we bring them here and they join our workforce.”

He cringed, barely refraining himself from pointing out that this was exactly what Hell would be like for him. If this was Hell, then it would probably be best to just play along… right?

He had no clue. Which makes sense, considering he had never been to Hell before. Pardon any bad etiquette.

She led him to a tiny cubicle. “This is where you’ll be staying for the next… oh… seventeen years, I think?”

“Seventeen years?” Jason said.

His voice squeaked at a frequency that only greater wax moths could hear – which was unfortunate for the moth person a few cubicles away – but cut him some slack. He was going to be dead for, apparently, seventeen years. And, sure, he had previously been under the assumption that he was going to be dead forever, but somehow this was worse. Knowing that he would, someday, be fine meant that he had something to look forward to, and time would go so much slower that way.

(And what if his family forgot about him? Seventeen years was a long time for humans, they would all be so different by the end of it. Would they even be his family? Would they even remember him?)

The woman’s eyes gleamed. “Yes, seventeen years… for us, anyways. Time moves slower for people like us, it would be very difficult to process paperwork if there were two people dying a second.”

He guessed that made sense…

“How much slower?” He questioned hesitantly.

“It seems to be different for everyone.”

He grimaced. An unknown… Bruce had trained him to be hesitant about those, but was there really anything he could do?

“Which you should probably start working before your work starts piling up,” she hinted.

Jason looked back over at his desk and cursed loudly when he realized that, in the few moments he had looked away, five new papers had appeared.

Most people came and went rather quickly. It was rare to see someone last even a full year, let alone as long as Jason.

No, the only people that seemed just as trapped in this not-Hell were the bloodied man and the woman he had met on the first day.

The man was named Bucky. He had a robotic arm, so Jason thought he was pretty cool, even if he didn’t talk much. It wasn’t like older men that didn’t talk were all that new for Jason, anyways.

The woman said her name was Melisande. She was… interesting. She certainly took her work seriously, which wasn’t surprising considering she seemed to be the person in charge, but she also seemed absent. Her eyes roamed constantly, as if she was waiting for something to happen. Her shoulders would tense whenever she saw someone appear in the chair, but it never seemed to be who she was hoping for.

Their desks were all right next to each other in the center of the room. Jason had suggested that they spread out, once, so the temps wouldn’t have to walk as far when they needed help, but Bucky had simply shaken his head.

And, eventually, he got it. There was something nice, comforting, about being around Melisande and Bucky. He hardly knew either of them, and they hardly knew him, because talking about the time before they had died was painful… but at least when he was next to them he didn’t notice just how many people were passing them by. Just how often they were skipped over for their ‘second chance’.

No, it was better for him to not think of that. All of the paperwork was already driving him insane, he didn’t need to add any more undue stress, thanks.

One day, everything changed.

It had started off relatively normal.

Jason barely even blinked when a bell chimed, not even bothering to look up from where he was distracting Bucky during his usual break time. A hatch in the ceiling opened up and a person dropped out of it, right into the very same chair that Jason had woken up in. The girl looked to be no older than ten or so, and the ladybug wings on her back were dripping with water.

Melisande sighed and grabbed a sheet of paper when it dropped out of thin air. Brilliant green eyes scanned over it and then she tossed it to Bucky, who caught it with ease.

“Seems like this soul won’t even be here for half an hour, it might not be worth it to wake her up. Could you take her file –?” she started to say.

But then the bell rang again.

A man dropped into the room, a set of ladybug wings to match the young girl’s adorning his back.

Jason was the one to catch the file this time, the green tab that stuck out to mark it as belonging to a person who would be brought back was uncomfortably hot against his skin, but he didn’t tear his eyes away from the two people laying in crumpled heaps by the chair.

That was… odd. But, maybe, they were related or something? Or involved in the same accident –?

And then the bell went off again.

And again.

Soon, it was all that they could hear. Person after person tumbled out of the sky, files rained down on them faster than anyone could handle despite the speed advantages given to them by the weird time-space shenanigans. The ladybug wings on all of their backs glimmered in the clinical lighting, even as they were crumpled by the many bodies starting to pile by the chair.

Chair legs scraped against tiled floors as people jumped to their feet, alarm written across their faces and shouts of surprise and horror escaping their lips. Eye after eye turned to the three people in the middle of the room, searching for guidance, begging for an explanation…

An explanation that none of them could give.

The three professionals looked at each other, the papers assaulting them doing nothing to help the fear prickling at their skin.

And then they scattered. Bucky dropped back down into his chair and grabbed the nearest stack of files, the pen in his hand starting to blur as he struggled to fill out all of the forms. Melisande clapped her hand to get everyone’s attention and then forced them all to get back to work. Jason darted back to his desk, the bat wings on his back unfurling in order to get there even quicker.

The hatch… it wasn’t even closing anymore, there were too many bodies spilling out of it.

Jason ducked his head behind the walls of his cubicle in an attempt to keep himself from seeing it, but it didn’t stop the almost deafening ringing from meeting his ears.

At least he had the work to serve as a kind of distraction.

Unfortunate that there was so much of it, though.

You see, they had a system. When someone was slated to come back to life, they would help file for the deaths of every soul – something that was made easy by the amount of workers and the strange way time moved for them. And, when they were finally allowed to leave, their stacks would be taken by someone else and they would be left only with their own paperwork. Revival paperwork was the most lengthy work of all, but no one ever complained because, the moment they filled out the last box, they would disappear in a flash of (usually green, but sometimes white) light.

It was a good system. People often insisted that they do their own paperwork anyways in order to prevent any possible mistakes, so there was often very little resistance.

… but, in cases like this, where the people were set to come back within an hour, they often left them alone and delegated the work to someone else. It wasn’t worth all of the training required if they were only going to be there for a few moments.

They were regretting this system now, though. Because the paperwork was piling up and the bodies were starting to roll across the floor for space, a hand came to rest by his foot, and they just kept coming –.

The bell stopped ringing.

Leaving the seven workers standing in a metaphorical flood of bodies.

Water, tainted red with blood, crept its way across the floor.

Jason silently thanked God for making him die young because his feet didn’t touch the ground when he was sitting in his chair and therefore he didn’t have to deal with wet socks.

Because thanking Him for that was much easier than facing the reality of the situation. Of taking in the sheer number of people that had died.

The silence afterward was thick enough to feel like an entire person, looming over all of them, so uncomfortably real that it must have gotten a couple of paper cuts on the millions of files determined to pile high on their desks.

Jason took a shaky breath in. They didn’t have to breathe, but doing so calmed him down just slightly.

And then he took a pen to paper once again.

Flashes of red light were what they had the pleasure of dealing with as they slowly made their way through the slog of paperwork. It was pretty, and they had never had red light before, but it wasn’t like they could enjoy it. It was like being in the office on the Fourth of July, but with some additional resentment towards the ‘fireworks’ because they were such a pain to get.

But, eventually, they managed to catch up. Jason’s hand was cramped from writing. He wasn’t even sure how that had happened, considering he was dead and his bodily functions were unnecessary... and yet.

At least it was over with.

… the bell started ringing again.

“God damn it.”

It was completely random. There had been a blissful half a year where there was absolutely nothing and they had started to dare to believe that it was over. But this was quickly followed by two different attacks in a day.

And, because it was random, it was completely impossible to predict and it took entirely too long to notice what was going on.

Oftentimes they would accept a few people into their ranks before they realized what was happening. Which meant even more paperwork as they had to correct files that had already been completed.

Jason grit his teeth as another flash of red light went off somewhere to his left. He swore he could see the red behind his eyes every time he blinked. His hand had not known peace in what felt like eons. He wished for the sweet release of death – an actual one this time. Every time the bell started ringing he felt years drain off of his life… by adding so much time to his limbo.

He wanted nothing more than to go up to the land of the living and wring the neck of whoever kept bringing people back to life.

That’s.

Fucking.

It.

Jason didn’t even care about asking Melisande, nor about alerting Bucky. He simply dumped his things onto Bucky’s desk while he was on a water break and then booked it towards the hatch.

It was a tight fit. But he was Robin. And he was going to fix this fucking issue one way or another.

So, he flew up into the hatch with one quick burst, caught himself on the walls despite the way it burned, and started climbing up.

It was difficult. Bodies occasionally came crashing down towards him, forcing him to dodge from side to side. Every part of him ached from straining himself after years of sitting behind a desk. The sides of the hatch were hot to the touch, daring him to give in and let go, to go back to the safety of Lazarus Holdings, and he imagined that this was what Hellfire felt like…

But, slowly but surely, the light at the end of the hatch began to get bigger.

And he was able to pull himself out.

He found himself in a field. A butterfly fluttered by in slow motion, creeping along in front of him as tired eyes took in every beat of its white wings. The grass tickled skin that had been burned and rubbed raw while he was climbing, soothing and aching at the same time. White flowers – chamomile – dotted the area around him in a perfect circle. He could smell sage wafting to him from somewhere.

It was pretty.

He crashed face-first into the grass.

#hahahahahaah this one doesn't have a schedule #because i want my mental health to actually be okay #and also i have had this done for ages i just haven't had any ability to write the next part #hoping posting will help #anyways #maribat #enemy of my enemy #platonic jasonette #jason todd #red hood #robin #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #the enemy of my enemy is also my enemy

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goddessofroyalty · 2 years

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A while ago someone asked for some Silco interacting with the girls when Vander first adopted them in Zaun Family. So here’s him with Powder – I’ll also write him with Vi I just want to start actually posting things again.

Tags: omegaverse, implied-past-mpreg

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It turns out peace is more work than war.

Piltover might be willing to humor their list of demands but Silco knows if there is any way for the topsiders to wiggle out of their end they will take it. And they don’t respect a handshake nor care if other Zaunites know they don’t stick by their word.

Written contracts they at least will honor. So Silco is once again spending his night reading over the proposed treaty to see if there is any clause that might let Piltover slip their duties.

He tries not to think about the role that will be created by the treaty. Nor who is the obvious person to send into that pit of vipers and be able to play their game and fight for what Zaun needs.

Those thoughts are for after the ink dries.

As he goes to turn the page a hairbrush slides up on and across the table. Looking down he meets the gaze of the younger of the two reasons they are going ahead with this whole negotiation to put down their arms against Piltover.

It is slightly unfair to put the entirety of the blame onto the two girls that Vander had found on the bridge that night. There was also their boys to consider, and how if they continued down the path of violence then they would likely leave them similarly orphaned. A previously acceptable risk that now feels harder to be okay with. And Piltover seemed willing to at least listen and offer something even if it is not full independence. Right now they have the opportunity to make real progress for the people in Zaun, an opportunity that may vanish all too easily.

Powder’s expression is clearly unsure as she stares up at him.

The girl’s seem a little unsure of him generally. The eldest of them sticking by Vander’s side as much as she can and keeping her younger sister close, trying to keep her out of trouble and out of Silco’s way.

He supposes it must be hard to come into the house that already has pups in it on top of losing their parents to Piltover’s violence. The fear of being forced onto Silco as a responsibility despite not being one of his own born.

Vander might have made the decision to bring them home but they are theirs now, blood or not.

“Do you want me to brush your hair?” Silco asks and Powder gives a short nod. “Can you sit on my lap?”

Powder nods against so Silco helps her up onto his lap. Reaching out for the hairbrush as he runs the fingers of his other hand through her hair.

It makes sense she would come to him for this. Vander was hopeless at hair despite Silco’s best attempts to teach him and while Vi had been doing it the last few days it was clearly a new task for the older girl. While Silco’s hair wasn’t as long as it had been when he was younger it was still long enough to braid at times and the pup was clearly smart enough to realize from that he would be the best option to care for hers as well.

Powder reaches out to grab the paperweight from his desk, twisting it in her hands as Silco brushes her hair through.

None of his boys had wanted to grow their hair out. Instead wanting it short like their sire’s. They had all inherited Vander’s curlier hair so perhaps it was for the best.

Powder has thick straight hair though. And, assuming presenting didn’t change it, she would be able to grow it long one day.

For now it reaches the small of her back as Silco neatly braids it. Grabbing one of his bands from the table to tie it off with.

“You can get up now,” Silco says as he lets the braid drop.

“Do I have to?” Powder asks, looking directly up at him with those wide, worried eyes.

“Not if you don’t want to.” Silco is well adapt to working with a pup on his lap. “What I’m doing is boring though.”

“I don’t mind,” Powder says and that settles it Silco supposes as he goes back to the treaty as Powder keeps idly playing with the things on his desk.

The company makes the work slightly more bearable. A reminder of the future they are doing this all for.

#Arcane #Zaun Family #Arcane omegaverse #omegaverse #Silco Arcane #Jinx Arcane #Anon prompt #Prompt fill #Prompt fic #I accidently a ficlet

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prettyboysdontlookatexplosions · 2 years

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I taught intro literature to state uni students for a few years and my experience was absolutely that many/most of my students had basic reading comprehension issues with the amounts+types of reading i was told to assign, "liked"/"disliked" readings mostly in proportion to comprehension. but, the limited pedagogical training i got was focused a lot more on teaching me about how to manage students who didn't do the reading rather than struggled to parse it, a lot more strategies for being a hw cop than for explicitly building comprehension, etc. avg sats were "good", most students were native speakers+middle class! they did have high class hour loads and extracurricular/job schedules tho, so *some* of it was about time. but often they'd swear to me they'd done the reading and still only have a vague grasp on a bunch of details. anyway your ed blogging has been very interesting and also cathartic, it's so real

combining this with another anon i got:

your literacy education blogging has been so illuminating to me as a grad student teaching undergrads and slowly realizing that many of them do not know how to read, for my definition of read. i worked closely with a student who i gradually realized "read" by scanning texts for familiar keywords and could not actually parse the sentences and paragraphs these keywords appeared in, to the point where when asked about specific passages she often reported out their opposite meaning. and this was a straight-a student in a social science field at a “top” university! she was outperforming many of her peers! i really don’t know how to handle this stuff in the college classroom when literacy is presumed - there are no built-in opportunities to sit down with each student and figure out if they actually know how to read - trying to figure out strategies but it’s hard. your blogging has been really thought-provoking

honestly i find it very cathartic and also validating when i hear this stuff from people who work at the college level, and also really admire those at the college level who have picked up on the fact that this is an issue since my impression is that the vast majority of people in that field can spend their whole careers rolling with the assumption that students just don't care, aren't trying, are nebulously not very bright, are struggling at the level of the higher concept work demanded by the course but not because they are lacking prerequisite skills, etc.

it's really wild to me to consider and meditate on just how far a student can go in life without developing what i would consider full reading proficiency, and the fact that all high school english teacher discourse i see is about developing students' relationship to literature rather than building their actual literacy is like... lol. the fact that i work with affluent new yorkers means that even the students i personally think of as "struggling" on the reading section are doing fairly well in terms of their like, national percentile - not what very competitive schools would consider high scores, but more than adequate for the actual majority of colleges in the country. and these are kids who like, can't read an article in scientific american and summarize what it said. (this is a real example - idr if it was exactly scientific american but that was a close approximation, and his one-sentence summary was like, not only not very good but actually was just inaccurate.)

second anon also re: your student, something i have begun to think about is that i think that being generally "smart" in a lot of ways but not a natural reader can be a specifically problematic combination, because like - if you can seem like you're reading grade appropriate or even harder books early on, without actually putting in the effort you personally need to put in in order to practice & develop automaticity in decoding, because you have these other language & thinking skills that mean you are a very good guesser, then, like - reading seems like this easy thing for you that everyone thinks you're good at. and it is EXTREMELY DIFFICULT to convince a child, "this thing that you are used to doing quickly without much effort, actually i need you do change how you do it so it is difficult and less immediately rewarding." and then also you like keep flying under the radar in terms of even having gaps, etc. it's rough. it's all so rough!

anyway. the real like tower of terror moment for me is when i remember that all this stuff about literacy problems among college students (that mostly do not get addressed and remediated because as you both know firsthand colleges as a whole are not set up to teach skills of any kind - i actually listened to an interview with emily hanford recently where she shared that she got turned onto dyslexia as a story and then reading as a story because she was doing a story on remedial classes in college, where students would have to pay tuition to re-do high school level work and most of those students would not go on to graduate) - this is all also true of the segment of the population who, like, become teachers. so. 😬

#askbox

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Merry Christmas!! This is my @bylersecretsanta fic as a gift for @vivelegalite. one of the prompts they gave was “1989 prom”. i hope you like it! :)

As soon as “Every Breath You Take” started playing on the shitty high school gym speaker, Mike groaned. Max and Lucas were already on the dance floor, with Dustin and El following behind them, and Will snorted.

“What’s wrong, Mike? You don’t like this song?” Will teased, leaning into Mike’s personal space in a way that was far from platonic only for a moment, too afraid to risk it longer in such a public area.

“Stop,” Mike laughed, shoving his face away. “You don’t need to remind me of my own stupidity.”

Will nudged him. “Don’t call yourself stupid, asshole.”

Mike’s nose crinkled, but he didn’t bitch about how Will could insult him but Mike couldn’t insult himself. Will’s voice was fond enough that it couldn’t be confused for anything but affection.

“I’m not saying that I’m stupid, just that it was stupid of me to push you away.”

Will looked at him fondly, a sight that was all too common every time they got a bit of privacy. He glanced away for a moment, and Mike didn’t have to follow his gaze to know he was looking at El.

“She’s such a pill,” he told Mike, also not seeing the need to clarify. “We spend two seconds alone together and she’s so nosy about it.”

“I realize she was integral in the whole ‘me getting my head out of my ass’ thing,” Mike said. “But are we sure she needs to know. Like, maybe we could stage a break up. Get ourselves off the hook.”

Will tried to hold back his laugh, but it burst out in a loud pfft. He threw his hand over his mouth to cover it.

“Oh, as if she would fall for that. She’d see right through your pasty ass in a heartbeat.”

Mike huffed. “Okay, first of all, rude. Being nice to your boyfriend is like, rule number one of boyfriends. Second of all, you’re the one with the freaky mind connection to her, why wouldn’t you be the one she sees through?”

“Because, my dear paladin,” Will said playfully, something Mike hadn’t realized he’d missed until it had come back into his life. “I, unlike you, know how to lie.”

Mike rolled his eyes. “Okay, well, I’m pretty sure Max thinks I’m still in love with El, so…”

Will rolled his eyes. “She absolutely does not. You just can’t fathom any other reason for her to intentionally annoy you.”

Mike sputtered in offense. “If she doesn’t think I’m in love with her best friend then why does she make me sit in the back when she drives!”

“Because your friendship hinges on you both pissing each other off.”

“Wow, I am so done with you.” He began walkijg away, only making it a few steps before turning to see if Will was following.

“Are you coming?”

Will raised an eyebrow, something Mike remembered them trying to do when they were kids. As soon as Will had gotten the hang of it he had never let Mike live it down (Mike, who still couldn’t do it. It was harder than it looked, okay.)

“I thought you were done with me?”

“I am. Come on.”

Mike left the gym, trailing through the halls of Hawkins High with Will following at least a few steps behind. He didn’t bother looking back to check, despite the silence of Will’s steps, he knew he was following. He always did.

Little did Will know, Mike had a Plan(TM). They reached the classroom in a few minutes after several detours (another thing that confirmed Will’s presence, considering he snorted every time they passed the same route more than once), and Mike easily clicked the door open.

When he turned, Will was right there, as expected, looking confused.

“I thought they locked all of the classrooms?”

Mike felt nearly giddy. When he was younger, he’d always loved getting presents, and while he still did, he had recently learned how much he enjoyed giving them. (And if he had a favorite person to give them to, well, no one else had to know.)

“They do, El unlocked it for me.”

Will rolled his eyes. “Of course she did. I’m beginning to wish you two were still dating. The constant pining was less painful than how annoying you two are together now.”

“Okay, just because I appreciate one of my best friend’s talents doesn’t make us annoying. It just means we’re more likely to get free stuff.”

Will sputtered. “You can’t just—“

“Oh please, you and I both know you were the one to come up with the casino plan when we picked El up from the NINA project—”

As he spoke, he pushed the door open, revealing the room. Will’s eyes went wide.

“Surprise?” he said, suddenly nervous that Will wouldn’t like it.

Since El was on the dance’s planning committee, she was able to get her hands on some of the leftover decorations from the prom, and she had helped Mike set this up. There was crepe paper in all colors of the rainbow hanging from the ceiling and balloons in the corner with string lights scattered across the room. They’d set up a plastic table, on which was an unlit candle, some fake roses, and a shit ton of junk food. On the other side of the room (with all the seats they’d shoved over) was Jonathan’s old boombox (used with permission).

“Mike,” Will said softly.

“Sorry the colors all clash,” he apologized, suddenly feeling the need to explain everything. “We only had the ones left over, so there’s a lot of blue and yellow which makes it look kind of awkward and bright but I promise that’s not what we were going for. I just wanted us to have something private because I know we can’t really do anything at prom and—”

Without Will moving a muscle, the door slammed shut behind them, the lock clicked, and Will pulled Mike into a kiss, peppering them across his face.

“You—” he said in between kisses. “—are—the most—incredible person—i have ever met.”

Mike pulled back.

“You like it?”

Will nodded fervently. “I love it, Mike, oh my god. How did you—?”

Mike just grinned. “A magician never reveals their secrets.”

With a fresh bounce in his step (Will liked it! Loved it, even!) Mike grabbed his other present out of his jacket pocket and headed over to the boombox.

“You can have this after we’re done,” he told Will, holding the mixtape up to show him. “But for now…”

With a click, it turned on, and soft music began to play. He held a hand out to his boyfriend.

“Wanna dance?”

Will stared at him for a long moment, his eyes full to bursting with emotion (he had always been like that, ever since he was a kid. He had so many emotions that it was hard for him to keep them bottled up. It was why he cried so often, otherwise there was nowhere else for those feelings to go.)

Mike stared back, letting Will have his moment. He liked to pause, so Mike just sat back and let it happen.

When his eyes shifted focus back to Mike (instead of focusing on… well… probably Mike.), he took Mike’s hand.

“I’m so glad I asked you to be my friend,” he told Will, and—just like every other time he’d said it—Will grinned wolfishly.

“Was it, perhaps, good enough to be the day your life started?”

Mike groaned. “Are you ever going to give that up! God, you’re almost as bad as your sister.”

Will sniffed. “I mean, we were both good enough to catch your attent—” He yelped as Mike tackled him to the floor and began tickling his ribs, making him shriek with giggles. The string lights Mike had hung turned on suddenly, flickering wildly with Will’s excitement.

Mike stopped tickling him, shifting so they were laying side by side.

“This floor is probably so disgusting,” Will informed Mike, who hummed noncommittally.

“Y’know, the whole point of this was so that we could dance, but you are kind of ruining my plans.”

Will gave him a look so fond it hurt.

“When I was dating El,” Mike began.

“Oh, bringing up your ex-girlfriend, how incredibly romantic.”

Mike whacked him gently. “Shush. When I was dating El, I felt like romance was overdramaticized. Like, I love her, and I loved her so much, but defining it as romance just felt…pointless. We held hands and kissed and all that and it felt like it was just going through the motions I had to do in order to spend time with her. We barely talked when we were dating because we were so busy making out.”

Will raised an eyebrow, and Mike blushed.

“Right, TMI. Sorry. My point is, I don’t feel like that with you. I want to do everything with you. I just… want you, all the time.”

Will reached for him, but instead of a kiss, Mike found himself pulled into a hug.

“I want you too.” He pulled away just far enough that he could look at Mike in the eyes. “I tried to move on when I was in California, but you’re impossible to move on from, Mike.”

“El did a pretty good job of it—”

“Oh my god, how am I in love with you?”

Mike’s heart fluttered and went mushy the way it did every damn time Will said he loved him.

He pushed himself to his feet and offered a hand to Will.

“Come on. I came for dancing and dancing we shall get.”

Will took the offered hand to pull himself up. The song was halfway over but Mike just shifted his grip in Will’s hand and wrapped his other arm around his waist, while Will put his arm on Mike’s shoulder and interlocked the fingers on their other hand.

I never dreamed there’d be somebody to hold me,

Until you told me,

“Thank you,” Will said, pressing his head into Mike’s neck. His hair tickled and the angle couldn’t have been comfortable considering Will was barely shorter than him, but neither of them complained.

And now that I’ve found you, even the nights are better,

Now that we’re here together,

Even the nights are better.

Since I found you.

Will pulled his hand away just enough that he could tap gently on his wrist with his pointer finger.

Dot dash dot dot. Dash dash dash. Dot dot dot dash. Dot. Dash dot dash dash. Dash dash dash. Dot dot dash.

The first time Will had started tapping his wrist, Mike had been worried, making eye contact to silently ask him if he was okay. Once they were alone, Will explained that it was Morse Code, something Mike had… not been keeping up on as much as he should, considering the amount of times it had saved their lives. But even unable to recognize most Morse Code, by now he was immediately able to catch the phrase Love you from his boyfriend, squeezing his hand three times in return.

Under the multicolored fairy lights, with love songs playing in the background, in a shitty high school classroom in 1989, Mike Wheeler smiled.

(available on ao3 here)

#byler

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