#He'd really have to limit her library visits
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Hello there glad to see you have your blog back may I ask for an reaction of the HLC +professors with an MC who has their right side of their face burned and their right arm gone from the battle of the final resptory (btw fig is alive the f.f.f must stay alive aka Father. Figure. Fig)
A/N: I made MC's situation part of the canon game ending, with the exception of Fig. F.F.F.F!(Father Figure Fig Forever!) Cut because long
HLC REACT TO MC BEING PERMANENTLY DISFIGURED
WARNING: physical and mental trauma, end game spoilers
The final battle with Ranrok had left MC with more than just emotional scars. The whole right side of their face was marred and their right eyes was entirely blackened. Jagged bright red scars ran across MC's chest from their shoulder to their abdomen and their right arm was completely gone. Due to the nature of the dark magic that damaged MC's body, these scars would never heal even with magic.
MC had been in the hospital wing for several days, Head Nurse Blainey taking care of them personally. MC would drift in and out of consciousness, in and out of pain, and in and out of bouts of screaming. They would see that dragon every time they closed their eyes. The last thing they remember was a grand bright light in their last ditch effort to contain the dark magic after Ranrok fell. They didn't know that they were successful and everything is all right. Hogwarts is safe. Their friends are safe.
After three days of intensive healing, MC finally started coming around. They could awake long enough to have short conversations. Nurse Blainey notified the staff immediately and word eventually spread to the students that MC was alive.
SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He doesn't give a rat's ass if the hospital wing is off limits at the moment. Threaten him with points taken away, detention or even expulsion, he is going to see MC. He sprints to their bed and goes to hold their hand. But it isn't there. He's shaken and kneel's next to them before he falls down.
"You're alright...you're alive." He was at a loss for words. The last time he had conversed with MC, he had been thanking them for not sending him to Azkaban. They were one of the few friends he had left, and here they were, lying in the hospital wing with half their body blown off. He wasn't sure what to do, and that bothered him.
OMINIS GAUNT: He doesn't quite go running to MC. He's still on the fence about them. He does eventually visit them to at least wish them well. He doesn't fully understand what happened to them. They never extensively explained the whole ancient magic thing to him. As far as most anyone at the school knows, there was a goblin attack and it took half the professors and MC to fight them off.
ANNE SALLOW: She doesn't hear about MC personally. Just that there was a serious incident at Hogwarts through the Daily Prophet. She was far away from Hogwarts valley. Trying to find peace away from Feldcroft.
IMELDA REYES: She sits casually next to MC and looks them over, they're still covered in bandages. "Those goblins really did a number on you." She notices their missing arm. "I wouldn't worry about that too much. There are quite a few amputee quidditch players. You'll have to learn how to rebalance, though. I can teach you."
NATSAI ONAI: She brings them a bottle of butterbeer. She figured it would be a nice change of pace from just water. "I'm sorry I wasn't there, MC." MC told her not to apologize. They wouldn't want to risk this happening to her. She'd already taken the torture curse for them.
GARRETH WEASLEY: He brings some sweets as a get well present. He's horrified by what's happened to them. He's never heard of injuries so extensive that magic couldn't heal. It must have been some intense dark magic. The next time he's in the library, he's looking up potions that could regrow limbs.
LEANDER PREWETT: He visits along with Lucan, he was nervous to see them by himself. Wasn't sure what he'd say. They weren't exactly close, but he was worried when he heard about what happened to them. Even brought them some flowers he picked out on the flying lawn. He hopes they're able to attend the final feast at the end of the year.
AMIT THAKKAR: He tries to comfort MC by telling them that they won't have to worry about missing notes for astronomy. They're welcome to all of his. Not much he can do about their O.W.L's though. They are getting an extension on the exams, right? MC really can't be expected to go through all of this and then immediately take exams.
EVERETT CLOPTON: He doesn't see them until they're out of the hospital wing. When he does, he nearly jumps out of his skin. They look awful! Sorry. That came out before he could stop it. He'll bombard them with questions over what happened to them. All he's been hearing are rumors and they range from MC fighting an entire goblin army single-handedly to giant flobberworms causing earthquakes under Hogwarts.
POPPY SWEETING: She's been handling all the beasts with Deek while MC has been away. When she goes to see them, she holds their good hand and tells them she's glad they're alright. If there's anything she can do for them, let her know.
LUCAN BRATTLBY: For what it's worth, he thinks battle scars are brilliant. Anyone looking at them will know that they've seen some shit and not to mess with them. He does hope they're left-handed though, relearning how to use your wand with your non-dominant hand is rough. It's like starting over.
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ELEAZAR FIG: He's in the hospital wing as well, in the bed across from MC. His injuries weren't as extensive, but he would likely need to use a cane for the rest of his life. He took a rather nasty fall when the cliff crumbled. He's the first person after nurse Blainey to know that MC was going to be all right. As soon as he's able, he's in a chair next to their bed to greet them when they are fully cognitive again. He tells them that they did it. Ranrok is gone. The magic was resealed. They saved the world.
No matter what happens next for MC, he promises to be there for them through it. Even the powers of dark magic couldn't take him away from them.
MATILDA WEASLEY: She has a very long talk with Eleazar before MC is conscious. She's more than a little upset about all of this being kept from her until it was almost too late to stop Ranrok. She doesn't blame MC in the slightest, but gives Eleazar a verbal reckoning.
When MC awakens, she expresses her gratitude. Their bravery would make Godric himself proud. In light of their circumstances, they will receive an extension on their O.W.L's to give them time to heal and properly study for them, without the looming threat of the end of the world.
CHIYO KOGAWA: She wasn't in the cave, but stayed up in the school to make sure no goblins got close up top. She also praises them for their bravery. She's had more than her fair share of fights with dark wizards in the past. Going up against them is no easy feat for adults, let alone those still in school.
AESOP SHARP: He sees the scars. He sees MC's missing arm. It pains him to see this happen to them. Such life-changing injuries and memories. He knows exactly what they're going through. He can help them work through it, and hopefully avoid some of the mistakes he's made.
ABRAHAM RONEN: It breaks his heart to see MC like this. They were filled with so much life, now they can barely crack a smile without wincing in pain. He will do his damnedest to make sure they are still treated fairly by the staff and students. Anyone that so much as looks at MC wrong will know just how mean he can be.
MIRABEL GARLICK: She brings a bouncing bulb. The small plant starter is extremely entertaining when one is bored stuck in the hospital. Trust her on this. She wants MC to have something to play with while they have nothing to do. She tries not to look at the injuries. She doesn't want to make them uncomfortable by thinking she's staring.
MUDIWA ONAI: Not to be ironic, but she wishes she had seen this coming. Ranrok, the repository, the goblins, any of it. She wishes she could have warned MC. She was so distracted by her concern for her daughter and conforming to her new environment, she was blindsided by the future. She is so terribly sorry.
BAI HOWIN: She wants MC to know that losing a limb is not as much of a detriment in the wizarding world as it is in the Muggle world. She knows many a colleague that have had more than one limb ripped off or bitten off and are still perfectly capable members of society. They shouldn't worry too much.
DINAH HECAT: Like Sharp, she's all too aware of what MC is going through. The irreversible damage dark magic can take on one's mind and body can take their toll on even the strongest witch or wizard. MC needs support right away to avoid potential self-destruction.
CUTHBERT BINNS: He floats on by to wish MC good health. Although, should the worst have happened, the Hogwarts ghosts are always willing to welcome another into their ranks.
SATYAVATI SHAH: What they did was foolish. Defending Hogwarts should have been left to the staff and MC should have never been put in the position they were in. To be so scarred by life so young. It's tragic. She hopes this doesn't stop them from continuing their education to give themselves a strong foundation for a good life.
PHINEAS NIGELLUS BLACK: The paperwork to the ministry over this situation has been an absolute nightmare. The goblins getting past Hogwarts charms by going underneath it, half of his staff having to defend the place, and one of his students being horrifically injured made for a long report. He only complains behind closed doors. Even he's not such a horrible person to tell MC off while they're in the hospital.
#hogwarts legacy reactions#hogwarts legacy professors#hogwarts legacy#hl#sebastian sallow#ominis gaunt#anne sallow#imelda reyes#garreth weasley#natsai onai#leander prewett#amit thakkar#everett clopton#lucan brattleby#eleazar fig#matidla weasley#aesop sharp
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I'm Better
Five x Wife F.Reader (Superspeed)
H.C
Summary: To say she was like him was incorrect, she was better. She was smarter and she was definitely faster. Meeting at the commission was only the first step that led it all to blossom into some form of chaotic love- but not listening to his wife -as usual- proved he's dumb as hell.
Powers: Superspeed
Genre: Fluff
Requested by: @whoreofscience
To say Y/N was an easy person to get along with was an overstatement. She was extremely smart- a genius some would say- but was extremely stubborn. Oh, and she had certain powers that made AJ from the commission pull her out.
Therefore, the girl who ended up in an orphanage after her parents had died in a car crash was approached by a weird fish on top of a man's body that appeared in her room. Naturally like any other child in an orphanage, she decided to run away, but unlike any other child, she ran back at him with a bat. All done in under a minute.
It was safe to say that he had to put up a fight before trying to explain to her how she was special and he was here to take her away from this place;
"Then adopt me like a normal parent you bowl head."
"My, my, such a tone for a young lady."
"I'm still holding a bat freak, and I ain't afraid to kill a fish."
"I know, but you should know that no one would give a little girl under the care of a fish."
"Hmmm..."
"You have a gift Miss Y/N, and I can polish it for you."
"What do I get in return?"
"A place to call home."
"Do I look like a sap to you?"
"Alright, what would you like?"
"Books. Unlimited access to knowledge."
"I think we'll get along really well."
That was how at the age of 7, she became his student. He would train her to fight, test her limits- pushing her to the edge. In return, he'd let her choose where ever and whatever to obtain if it categorized as "knowledge". At the age of 10, she had asked him to let her visit the Library of Alexandria.
"But child, that was burnt, you know you can not take anything from that place."
"I won't, give me a week and I'll read through the whole place. Super speed remember."
"I'll think about it."
"I'll do the endurance test."
"A week in Alexandria it is."
By 21 she was officially the top member of the commission, smarter than everyone else, stronger than everyone else, and way faster than everyone else. That is word of a new recruit began to spread, a gifted young man brought in by the Handler herself- Y/N knew this was nothing more than a competition between her and AJ, neither of them had any sentiments towards the people they had brought in. Yet, she felt the urge to go and check out how special this a** really was.
To say their first encounter was ideal would be an...overstatement. The first time he laid eyes on her he felt the world stop, literally. She was the most beautiful creature he had seen, yet he felt the urge to smack that (mind you, metaphorically) smug expression off her pretty little face as she zipped past him- invading his safe zone.
He had been hiding in the storage room, he didn't have any cases that day, but as usual, the Hander was UP HIS A**. Hence, he chose to work on the math in a place where the horrendous would never come. He was glad he was alone, the twenty-one-year-old could finally get some work done- that is a gush of find almost flipped him off his seat, sending his papers flying. Sitting straight, confused af, he looked around the room, there were no windows here and the weather was nothing but sunny a while ago. Before he could stand up he heard a,
"The working is wrong."
Then another blast of wind swirled his swivel chair, at an unimaginable speed, forcing him to blind a meter away- his footing weak as the spins messed with his balance.
"Ah, spatial manipulation I see...neat little trick" someone whispered in his ear, as a reflex his arm swung in the direction, only to hit nothing.
He heard a chuckle, head whipping in its direction as he glared at her with eyes filled with rage, ready to kill.
"I'm Y/N"
"I don't care, leave before I swat you like a fly, roadrunner."
"Ouch." She feigned hurt only to run around him spinning him for a second before he blinked away, forcing her to stop, utterly confused as she looked around the empty room. She was about to leave when she was pushed forward to the ground. Her face was about to hit the ground, eyes clenched shut as she braced for the impact, only it never came. Opening her eyes she saw that she was no longer in the storage room but outside in the garden. Squinting at the sun she huffed, muttering a "Sneaky little bastard".
Naturally, like any sane person who was trying to avoid a conflict, she did the exact opposite. Swooshing back into the storage room, zipping past everyone, papers flying, skirts being pulled down by screaming women, she slammed open the door, only to find him sitting in the same place where she had initially found him.
"Hey, you little-"
"I'd love to entertain a brat like you, but I'm currently busy."
"You can't find the mistake, can you?"
"I'll kill ya if ya ain't gone by the next 10 seconds."
"PFFFT"
That was how the two met, the day their paths crossed, the day Five realized how much he hated knowing someone was as smart as him- if not smarter. He had no issues with her, other than the fact that she would not stop irritating him. Any moment of peace that he got was when he was on a mission, at the commission she'd be everywhere, it was like her sole purpose was to piss him off.
Whenever he'd make his coffee, setting the mug on the table of the office kitchenette, his mug would be stolen every time he'd go to get a spoon. Every damn morning. If he would be walking down the hallway, she'd zip past him, almost knocking him off his feet, laughing when he'd hear her curse at her- often threatening to kill her. On one particular occasion, he was in the library looking for a few books, as soon as his hand would reach out for a specific book, a gust of wind would come out of nowhere and the book would no longer be in its place, he'd look down the aisle and see her holding the book, "Oh? You wanted this? Well, first come first serve, I guess". If anyone would ask Five about her he'd usually respond with a 'To hell with the Roadrunner, gonna use a mallet on her one day.'
He never did though, he'd claim to be irritated, but he'd entertain her little games almost every day. He wasn't sure why, but the sight of her having powers made him feel a little less lonely, not that he appreciated her torment. In all honesty, he was just studying her, to beat the enemy one must first know the enemy- not saying that she was a threat, but according to the Handler, everyone who worked directly under AJ was the enemy.
She had suggested that Five should give the girl a taste of her own medicine, to some extent he agreed, and he sure as hell was going to, Five Hargreeves lost to no one, but his plan to blink her to the center of the Earth was put on pause after a specific event.
He had come into his office late at night, his mission had been boring and extremely long- he was mostly tired, wanting to go home and cry himself to sleep as usual. But the sight of her in his office made him sigh in frustration, he was in no mood for games tonight;
"Why are you in my office?"
"I needed help"
"Listen race car, I'd love to help you out but I'm busy"
"No, Five seriously, I need your help."
"And?" He asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets, "why exactly should I help the commission's brat?"
"Well...because..." She glared at him before huffing, "Whatever you're too stupid to help out anyway" and zooms past him.
And for once at least for a moment, he felt like he won, it was nice to see her all angry and frustrated. Whistling he walked down the empty corridor only to stop at the office where they had all the briefcases, grunting in frustration before opening the glass door;
"What the hell are you doing?"
"None of your business blinker."
"Nice one"
"Shut up, I'm too busy to insult you right now"
Leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, tilting his head,
"Busy committing a felony?"
"Busy trying to collect material for research"
"That research being?"
"Hey, what's your last name?'
"What?"
"Last name? Do you not have one?"
"It's Hargreeves. Why?"
"No reason"
She hopped off the shell and looked at him, patting the briefcase, running past him in a flash after having the final say as usual;
"I don't discuss business with whistleblowers."
"What?' utterly confused he turned around to look at her blurry image, oh, so she had heard him whistling, stupid chipmunk.
It was safe to say the next day Five was called in by the handler to answer a few questions as to why he had checked out a briefcase in the middle of the night to go to a random city.
"I what?"
"It's checked out under your name -Five Hargreeves, now dear, we don't use the bag for personal errands."
"...I am aware."
"So you did not use it?"
"No, but I'll sort it out."
With that he had gone to find the little maze rat, blinking into her office. There was an urge to yell at her, but the sight of her sitting on the floor surrounded by books and a mess was something he did not expect to see.
"Care to explain"
"I couldn't do it."
"Do what?'
"One was unethical and stupid, would've messed up the timeline" she groaned and kicked a book before standing up and going to a chalkboard, reading the numbers, "And the suitcase was useless because I need a stronger energy source for the calculations to be accurate- this junk is like only 20% of the real deal"
"The real deal being?"
"Your powers."
He scanned the room, the calculations, and the work was much similar to his, he was actually amazed by the fact that someone else in the world had the same, he was about to compliment her until he saw a date on the board, next to coordinates- no way in hell was she,
"Were you going to do what I think you were?"
"You mean to stop the car crash, then yes. I was but when I arrived last night a few hours before it I realized how stupid I was being- but that's not really why I took the briefcase."
"Then why did you?'
"If I tell you, you'll tell on me.'
"I won't."
"And I should trust a blinker light?'
"Lisen speedy Gonzalez" he blinked in front of her, glaring down at her, who was glaring back up at him, "I would like to leave with a mess I created FOR MYSELF- I do NOT want to be dragged by a roadrunner knock off."
"A WHAT?"
That was it, a conversation that could have flown smoothly was then converted into a horrible battle, between the two across the commission. He would blink to a different place every time she'd shoot, and she'd speed off when he'd blink behind her to stab her.
"STAY STILL"
"WAS GONNA SAY THE SAME THING TO YOU"
Whenever one had the upper hand the other would slip away, to say they were injured would be an understatement. Je broke her arm when she was running away, instantly blinking beside her, grabbing her, and blinking her into a wall- the impact was bad enough to emit a crack from her bone and a small yelp from her. In return however she was about to break his nose, for when he blinked away thinking he'd won, he turned around only to be smacked in the face by a bat she conveniently found.
It was safe to say the horror only ended when the two were bloody and out of juice. Panting as they stood at opposite sides of the handler's office, glaring at each other.
"WhaT's the matter? OUT OF GAS?'
"FUNNY was gonna ask you that, you desert rat"
"I HATE YOU FREAK"
"THE feelings mutual"
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING@?"
"HE/SHE STARTED IT."
As a result, the two were partnered up indefinitely, as a punishment, much to both's displeasure.
Nonetheless, after a whole year of bickering during missions, taking each other's kill, they slightly got the hang of it. Often one would distract while the other would kill, and vice versa. This 50/50 deal was the only way the two could complete missions without one feeling useless, while the other did all the work.
Somewhere down the line, Five realized how she was like him, she was impulsive and impatient (more than he was), but she was smart and calculative. She would never rush in like a fool, she'd wait, she'd observe then go in for the kill. Kind of like a tiger. Mind you he had no other interest in her, after missions their ride back to the motel would be filled with silence.
Until two years in of their partnership, they were coming back from a mission, the date was the same date she had written on the board that he had read- minus the year- and out of pure habit he asked,
"Mind telling me what you were trying to do with the briefcase?"
"Needed to know how it works"
"Why?"
"Feeling nosy today, aren't we?"
"Perhaps."
"Tell you what, I'll answer if you answer too."
"Fair enough-"
"How did you end up in the Commission Five? they don't just bring in anyone."
"Didn't I ask first?"
"Did you? Hadn't noticed."
"Alright, ya cheater- I time traveled my way to the apocalypse at thirteen, lived alone till 21 until the Handler recruited me."
"So, that's like...8 years alone."
"Wasn't alone, I had Delores."
"Oh..." No, she was not jealous at all
"Your turn."
"I needed the power source so I could configure this, I was going to dissect the case, then I looked at the watch and I guess...I kinda let my feelings take over for a while" She pointed to the wristwatch she was wearing, it was a man's wristwatch, an old faded one.
"If it makes you feel any better, my mom sold me to a rich billionaire who created a band of traumatized heroes."
"I'm...not sure that's supposed to make me feel better- psycho."
"Psycho, I'm not the one who let a fish bowl adopt me."
"HEY! I DID THAT FOR MY OWN REASoNS."
"Which were?"
"For my thirst for knowledge"
Giving her a side glance he parked the car, "That all?"
"And food that didn't taste like garbage. Not that you'd know what that's like, you were bought by a billionaire-"
"And we're done for the day."
"HAHA"
That conversation was probably the start of something new because, after a month of asking each other such questions, there was a weird bond formed between the two, one that neither wanted to address. But she'd notice how he'd casually brush his hand against hers while walking, or the time his chest was pressed against her back when he reached to the top shelf to grab a mug for her.
Not like he had it any easier. His ears would pick up each groan that would leave her lips when she'd be frustrated, murdering the paper with the tip of her pen. How her laughter would make the room a bit brighter, even if it was after insulting him- this was confirmed when she insulted his tie, laughed at him, and ran out of the bar, he could see how all eyes were on her.
Naturally, neither wanted to act upon such trivial feelings, both having different goals in mind. He had to go and stop the apocalypse, and she wanted her watch to travel like the briefcase so she could ditch the commission and travel across time at her own pace and will.
By thirty the two were nowhere near their required answers, frustrated and exhausted, Five threw another ball of paper at the wall. They were done with the mission, which was why he thought working on her wristwatch issue would be easier than his own work- now don't get him wrong, he wasn't doing this because he liked her or anything, he just thought it was easier to figure out and she was just dumb. So when the door swung open and she rushed in with a crate of whiskey he wanted to ask her if she was in her senses.
"Tonight we drink"
"And what is the occasion"
"I was adopted by a fish bowl."
"Ah, I see."
He'd kill for a drink right now, which is why he gave in to her request.
Unfortunately, drunk Y/N and drunk Five were not the best combination, turns out the a**hole within both surfaces and things go downhill really fast after that;
"Wait...this is..work MInE" she slapped the paper on the table, turning to glare at the...two Fives before her.
"Yeah- was doin' it for ya dumbass."
"DUmB? mY Ass is anything but DUMB you sociopath."
"Ohh, the pretty girl finally got somethin' right..." he groaned, he was about to take another swig of the bottle when his world turned blurry, hair tossing around with the speed at which he felt the soft mattress. Blinking away the blur he glared up at her, "This counts as harassment."
"So does staring at my butt."
"Tis' nice to stare at." With that he grabbed her collar and pulled her down, their lips only an inch away, "I win" he smirked before flipping them over, hovering above her, amused by her petrified expressions. He knew she didn't doubt him, nor was she afraid of him, but the thought of him winning against her was going to torment her for years.
Before she could come up with a snarky response he kissed her, making sure to have her squirming beneath him but blinked away when she began to respond.
"WHAT THE F*** FIVE" hissing she sat up, watching him scribbling on the paper, completely lost in thought.
"Shut up, I think I found the solution"
"By KissING mE?"
"Yeah. Imagine what other questions could be answered if we fu-"
"NOPE" she zoomed out of the room.
It was safe to say that the next morning, both parties woke up hungover like anything.
"CloSE thE SUN" she hissed, burying her face into something warm and soft, sighing in contentment until that something pulled her closer and as a reflex, she kicked it off the bed.
"MOTHER FU- WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
"ME? WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED!"
"YOU'RE IN MY BED"
"Oh...Well, why am I in your bed?"
"The hell do I know, last I remember was you trying to touch me without my consent."
"What?" she spat out, sitting up to realize she was in fact in his bed, the room was littered with several bottles and for some ungodly reason, she was wearing his shirt, while he was dressed in his old man pajamas. As guilt was about to hit her and she was about to apologize, the words stopped right at the tip of her tongue, "I- WAIT YOU KISSED ME FIRST"
Nodding in return he walked over to the table, flipping pages to find the one in which he wrote the solution, pulling it out with a grin, "Solved your equation by the way-"
It was snatched out of his hand faster than light could travel, as her eyes scanned over each number.
"A thank you would be nice."
"Five...."
"What?"
"5318008 is not the answer"
"What do you mean??" he snatched it back from her, frowning and wondering why he wrote those numbers because last night he did this he made a discovery.
"My friend, turn the paper upside down and read the numbers."
Following her request, he squinted at the answer before groaning in frustration.
"Guess you were thinking with your d*** and not your brain last night."
"Shut up."
After that night, the two were a bit more open with each other, after she had made him swear never to work on her equations again- no need for more of her body parts to be written down in numbers. Although he agreed reluctantly, he had to admit that he had begun to show her a more, soft side, one that he didn't even know he had- it wasn't his fault though, she'd just end up doing things to him, kissing his cheek when he'd get her coffee, holding his hand while walking around the road during a mission, snuggling closer to him.
There was another realization between the two, a more sad concept that the two had discovered, the lack of attention and love had left them clinging to each other. Which is why, as soon as that hit her- she began to block him out again. She had simply refused to show any kind of affection, she'd say it was nothing, but he wasn't a fool, nor was she. It began from demanding they sleep on separate beds, to having breakfast either before he did or after he did, the rides back from missions became silent again, and every time he'd ask she'd just brush him off. It got worse when he finally asked;
"Y/N, what are we? You've been avoiding me for a while now if I've done something to offend you... I mean I know I've been busy but so have you and-
"Friends with benefits, how about that?"
"No."
"Five, I'll become a liability to you and you for me and I don't want that okay!"
"Listen to me Y/N, it's okay to be afraid-"
"I AM NOT AFRAID"
"YES, YOU ARE" He slammed the brakes, turning to look at her, "Stop.Running.Away."
"Make me." With that she ran out of the car, faster than she had expected, which she only realized when she stopped under a random tree, completely dry. It had been raining cats and dogs, yet, even after running across an entire field, she was dry as ever- 'Note to self: emotions affect speed' She was about to run away further when a flash of blue stopped her, gripping her wrist.
"Five, stop I-" pausing when her eyes met the hurt in his forest green orbs, swirling with untold feelings.
"Please, Y/N, I- you're not the only one who's out of their comfort zone," he whispered, hoping to God she'd stay and not pull away again. Honestly, he'd usually catch up to her when she'd run, but tonight, her blur of a frame was too fast for him to blink to, he hadn't even realised she was gone till after a solid minute.
"Five...I can't- I don't want to feel that way again..."
"You don't have to feel alone, grieve for your parents but don't suffer alone- suffer with me."
"...was that supposed to be romantic because."
"Oh for the love of God, you just love ruining the moment."
"Why? were you going to propose to me or something-"
"I was."
She was about to call off his bluff but he let go of her wrist and blinked away before she could, leaving her standing in the rain.
"...FIVE YOU BETTER BLINK BACK- HE's MAKING ME RUN TO HIM, I SHOULD'VE SHOT HIM IN THE FACE LONG AGO"
Either way, when she reached the car, he was standing outside, rain dripping off the tips of his raven locks as he smirked at her. A very unusual proposal because before he could get down on one knee for her, she punched him in the face, earning an 'I regret nothing, woman.'
Hence, the secretly betrothed couple continued to live their lives in the commission until they had figured out the solution- well Five had, but she still said something was off.
"Five, I think the decimal is wrong."
"Woman. How long have we been married for?"
She looked at her husband, sitting there in all his grace with a fedora over his balding head and that mustache she had tried to shave off many times at night but he'd always blink away.
"Around 28 years"
"And if I ask you, in exchange for those lovely 28 years to trust me, to have the slightest OUNCE OF FAITH IN ME" he growled, pressing the tip of his index finger and thumb together, "This much trust would do wonders, darlin'.
"You realize your fingers are touching-"
"I AM AWARE THANK YOU."
So the two stood at the portal staring at it. She wasn't supposed to use the portal though, she told him she'd use the watch with th3 same equation, even though he had insisted they go through the portal.
"I'm using the watch Five."
"What if it doesn't work"
"Please we worked on it together, we're like basically a genius duo."
"I'm serious, love."
"Then...then I'll wait for you to come and get me."
With that she grabbed him by the collar, quickly kissed him, and pushed him into the portal, watching it fade as she sighed. By the heavens she hoped for her watch to work, if not, her plan B was to make sure he can stop the apocalypse and she'd end anything or anyone from the Commission within a blink of an eye.
Taking a deep breath she remembered what he had told her to do;
*3 months ago*
"Count till 3, then press the button alright?"
"You realize I'm not an idiot-"
"But you're reckless and...I care about you."
"Sheesh, a married old man blushing as he tells his wife he cares-"
"Okay goodnight " he turned around in bed, turning off the lamp as she laughed, running to his side to turn it on then back in the sheets before he could react.
*Now*
She did as he had told her, counted till three, and pressed the button.
"Shit" he hissed looking around at his siblings before entering the kitchen. They watched him make one sandwich right after the other:
"Exactly how hungry are you?" Allison asked only for him to snub her,
"It's not for me. Now, what's the date, exact date?'
"24"
"Of what?"
"March."
"So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?" Luther finally stepped in, "It's been 17 years."
"It's been a lot longer than that."
"Where'd you go?"
"The future. It's shit, by the way." he paused before thinking about Y/N who was still not there, "She should've been here by now."
"How long were you there?"
"Forty-five years. Give or take."
"So what are you saying? That you're 58?"
"No, my consciousness is 58." he sighed, irritated by how long this was taking, "apparently, my are now 13 again- shit, she'll kill me" he sighed as he heard something outside.
"Who is she?" Diego asked, staring at the psycho.
"She's my-"
"FIVE YOU SON OF A B****"
A blur zoomed into the room and Five was slammed into the wall, falling to the ground, coughing in pain.
Everyone standing in battle stance now (minus Klaus, who was covering Vanya) stared at the back of a little girl visibly shaking in anger as he hissed, "THE DECIMAL"
He stood up slowly, pointing at the woman- girl- feeling accused, "Why WOULD YOU DO THAT-"
"OUNCE OF TRUST MY ASS"
"I don't think it's appropriate for me to comment on it anymore, considering we're kids-"
"Who is this Five?" Luther asked, pulling back Diego who looked ready to kill, there was no need to murder a child.
"This is Y/N Hargreeves-"
She runs out of the room before he can finish his statement, sighing he continues, "She's my wife, and she has powers like us."
"Aw~ you married, never thought anyone would marry you-"
"Klaus, I'll kill you."
She zooms back in, scaring the shit out of everyone except for Five, he knew what she was doing, this was a stupid power move, much similar to his blinking around, everyone to intimidate them. Placing two paper cups of coffee she looks at Five:
"Conclusion, the sugar and caffeine rush increases the speed by 94.32 % unless more than three donuts are consumed with a mug of coffee. Adverse effects would be the excelled heart rate and the after-effects of the rush, possibly leading to one or two of the following;
1)Instant fainting
2)Vomiting
3)Urge to use the washroom
4)Heart attack
Five grabs a cup and watches her go, enjoying how everyone else is freaking out, he'd be lying if he were to say it didn't turn him on when she'd do that- well he wouldn't say that now because they were thirteen- again.
She zoomed out again, speeding in back to the kitchen, this time in someone's uniform, stopping by Luther she poked his arm before humming to herself, then taking a knife from Diego's hand and throwing it at Klaus' feet, watching him squeak and yell "HEY,"
"Super strength, Target Manipulation, powers related to voice also categorized as manipulation, and let me guess, you don't know what your powers are?" She stared at the siblings before chugging down her coffee.
"You forgot about her." Alison taunted only for her to shake her head,
"No, I didn't, she's normal- hence, only permanent factor, unchanging at least for now."
Throwing the paper cup away somewhere Five stood up, looking around, "Well, then, if you're done with your payback for me placing the wrong decimal, shall we go?"
"I'm not done with you."
"Of course not." He grabs her hand and blinks them away, leaving everyone sitting in the kitchen in silence.
"What the f***"
"Hey...did anyone notice how he just married a female Five?"
"I feel harassed."
It was safe to say it took a while for the siblings to get used to her, at times she was worse than Five, probably because she was always eating something sweet, even though he'd tell her multiple times not to.
"STOP"
"Stop what?"
"Didn't I say no more sweets?"
"You also said to trust you, how'd that work out for us."
"Let.it.go."
"Can you two please stop arguing, as a single dad I am highly offended at my upbringing"
"Five, please I'll just run in and get the records instead."
The siblings noticed how chaotic the couple was, they never really took no for an answer, and each was always trynna one up the other, but one thing was clear, as Deigo said after he placed a drunk in his bed, next to a drunk asleep Y/N that Luther had gently placed on the bed.
"Damn...if I got a woman, I'd get one like that one."
"One that ends up drunk?'
"No, Luther, you idiot, one that goes to hell and back for me."
Luther looked at them asleep, she was hugging his arm, face pressed against it, they looked, peaceful.
"I guess you're right."
But when the two fought, they were ready to slit each other's throat, this was something the siblings witnessed. It was when he blinked them back to the mansion, letting her hand go accidentally, which led her to fall, landing on her wrist, shattering the wristwatch. Let's just say when Deigo and Allison reached home, they found the place to be a mess, Pogo running to them and telling them about the fight. They ran to the main room to find Five blinking around the place,
"I SAID I'M SORRY"
"I DONT WANT YOU SORRY YOU A**, GIVE ME HIS WATCH BACK, I WANT MY DAD'S WATCH BACK" she was screaming at him, running around throwing things at him, barely missing him each time.
The fight only stopped when her emotions got the best of her, f*** teenage hormones and the caffeine wore off, she crashed into a wall, falling to her knees as she sobbed loudly, rubbing her eyes furiously. Five had blinked in front of her, sighing as he got down to his knees, hugging her close, whispering how sorry he was, how he'd fix it for her (even though he knew she was perfectly capable of doing it herself).
Luther and Allison believed that the couple was more destructive than lovely, though Klaus disagreed, as he said,
"Five like a challenge, that sociopath would eat up and spit out any weak s/o, no, he deserves someone who teaches him how love is soft like a chicken's butt but as strong as Diego's skull."
When they were about to time travel again, with an unconscious Vanya she looked at him, mouthing "63" then they teleported, only problem, as they were split up and she had ended up with Klaus.
Five on the other hand almost lost his mind when he realized another apocalypse was on its way after he met with Hazel. As soon as he was at Elliot's he saw a photo of her and he felt a bit better, knowing she was still there and safe.
Cue, her rushing into the place, pushing everyone out of the way to stop and foot away from Five, smiling at him like an idiot, "Hey there, lover."
"Wait, are you two a thing?" Lila asked from the couch to which Y/N glanced at her and then made a face;
"Who got little miss teapot on board?"
It got worse when they went to see the Handler, the fact that Lila was working for the Handler had Y/N laughing like an idiot;
"Boy, she has a thing for collecting psychos"
"Darlin' you ain't any different from us."
But when they were told to kill the board, that's when things got messy,
"Oh and Y/N dear, I want you to bring me back AJ, not Five. It has to be you."
So, yes, she did stare at the man who had saved her from that hell hole, watching him beg for his life, but before she could swing the bat, Five grabbed her hand and blinked her to the garden, much like he had done the first time they had met.
"FIVE" zooming back inside she found him putting the fish in a bag of water, 'Let's go."
When they didn't show up on time, let's just say Y/N didn't take it lightly.
"ARE YOU ALL THIS STUPID BY CHOICE? YOU CAN'T MEET A SIMPLE DEADLINE? 6 TRAUMATISED KIDS WHO WENT THROUGH HELL, YET YOH CAN'T GRASP THE CONCEPT OF HOW IMPORTANT THIS MATTER OS?"
"Easy Y/N" he placed a hand on her shoulder as Allison,
"For your information Y/N, we have important things to do as well-
"NO, YOU DO NOT. YOU HAD ONE JOB, LAY LOW, BUT DID YOU? ALL OF YOU MESSED WITH THE TIMELINE? DIDN'T YOU? AND WHAT'S WORSE IS I HANDED MY FATHER TO A DEATH SENTENCE FOR YOU PEOPLE AND I...." she stopped talking as it hit her, she really had given AJ to the Handler, he really was dead now.
"Y/N" he whispered trying to calm her down before she swat his hand away, "No, I'm done Five. You said you wouldn't let it happen again, I just lost my family.." Her voice cracked as she whispered, "again". Before he could console her she ran away, leaving everyone a bit too guilty as Five blinked outside to see where she had run off to, though he failed.
This is why he decided to go with plan- F, which stood for F***
"Luther, I need ya to be my spotter."
"Your spotter?"
"Yeah."
Cue them meeting the elderly couple, Y/N stared at Luther then at little Five. "What the f***"
"Hey, there lover, where's your husband."
"He went to pee, so shall I kill you before he arrives or after?"
"Actually, doll I'd like to have a word with myself" he gave her a weird grin.
(눈‸눈) "Let me guess, you got the decimal wrong"
"Ounce of trust, love."
"Who is this?" Older Five asks glaring at Luther and Five.
"Our secret love child."
Cue the paradox psychosis hitting the psychos as Luther walked beside an older Y/N. She was much calmer than the Y/N they had seen.
"Tell me, boy, do I die in the future?"
"What- no, no, Ma'am nothing like that...hah..its..uh complicated."
"I see, does he" *points at kid Five yelling at a man about how he wished he could pull off those shorts, "Still love me?"
"Well, I wouldn't call it love I mean...you guys are..weird? But I guess it is love according to Klaus"
"Well, that's- EEE" She squeaked, hands going to her butt as kid Five marched past her, "Stop flirting with my spotter".
"FIVE YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO AN ADULT - OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY DID HE JUST SLAP YOUR -"
So, when the Fives actually break out fighting, Y/N just stands there, casually watching them as she checks the time on her watch. Luther loses his mind as he tries to stop them,
"Y/N STOP THEM"
"No, I'm good, plus the loop has to complete itself."
Hence when older Five is thrown in the portal, the younger one turned to look at Luther and Y/N, groaning at the sight of the wrecked suitcase. At this point he felt like it was all pointless, even this didn't work out and-
"Five?"
"What?"
"Why am I mad at you?'
"How the hell did you know that"
"Would've been here otherwise."
"Well dear lover, much like now, I proved to be useless to you, got you stuck in a child's body, trapped in time, followed by an apocalypse and broke your dad's watch- true husband material."
Luther watched the exchange quietly, he had never seen Five so...distraught- no, he looked disappointed in himself. That's a first. And like the softie, he was expecting her to show his psychotic brother some form of kindness- or so he thought;
"Man, you f***ed up, huh?"
"Thank you Mrs.Hargreeves, I wasn't aware of that."
"Well, time to go then- oh wait" she reached for her pocket, taking out a small diary, "Here, also, Five don't beat yourself up, you just learn TO LISTEN TO YOUR SMART WIFE".
As she disappeared with the blue flash Luther stood there, utterly confused about the chaotic exchange, only to realize that Five was actually smiling to himself, staring at the diary.
"So uh, what now?"
"Oh we're screwed, Luther."
After their horrible supper with their father, Five comes back with little to no information, only to go to the rooftop of the building. Leaving all his siblings in Eliot's living room. Opening the door he saw her sitting by the edge, legs dangling off as she looked at the cars below.
"Hey" he muttered, sitting next to her.
"Hey."
"Feeling better yet?"
"I can't control my hormones, which means I can't control my emotions, which means I cant comtrol my speed- Five, I've lost control of everything. I'm not supposed to lose control of anything I-"
"I slapped older you's a***"
"....what the actual f***"
"You were getting too comfortable with Luther"
"SO IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU BEING A PERVERTED OLD MAN?'
"Perhaps it does, who cares, she's my wife, not yours."
"That makes no sense."
"Well, does anything? I got you this by the way." He showed her the diary, smiling when she took it from him and kissed his cheek.
Nonetheless, nothing had gone according to plan, and now they were called terrorists, they were cornered at Sissy's farm and before Five could blink, his wife had pushed him out of the way of being shot, falling to the ground, coughing up blood.
"NO"
He winced at the pain in his abdomen, glaring at the Handler who only smiled wickedly at him,
"To think I gave you a second chance Five, and you ruin it for her-" she turned the nose of her gun to Y/N who was barely holding on to the string of life, but her eyes burnt with pure hatred as she glared at the woman.
"I enjoyed killing your dad" with that she shot her a few more times, the bangs echoing around the barn along with Five's scream. His trembling hand reached to touch the hand of his wife that lay limp beside him, hollow eyes staring at him.
"You take something from me Five."
"I'll take away everything you love-"
She gasped, turning around to see that she had been shot.
Then it hit him, seconds matter, much like their father had told him. And as he went back in time, blinking to grab her gun before she could shoot and watching her die, he called it off before throwing his weapon down. Y/N taking the other man's gun from him and throwing it somewhere in a blink of an eye
So they sat there with a suitcase, saying their final goodbyes, while Five and Y/N sat on the porch, staring at the mess.
"Damn..." She muttered, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry" he 2hispered to her, "I almost let you die."
"But then you fixed everything, you always do, that's why I trust you."
"You do?"
"Yes, this much," she said pressing the tip of her index finger and thumb, much like he did back in 63, forcing him to let out a chuckle.
Things were going to get better, they were going to go back to 2019, and everything was going to be okay. Or so she thought because as they stood facing the sparrow academy she groaned internally.
She ended up punching the raven-haired lady in the face, knowing Five was out of his trance, he was kissing the air;
"That better have been me."
"Trust me, my tongue was down your throat"
"I take it back, I don't trust you."
"Kinda late for that now, isn't it love."
"All because of a bloody decimal and male ego."
"Fair point- but, we've got other things to worry about my little roadrunner."
"I swear I'm retiring after this."
"*WE* are retiring after this babe."
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Please, my majesty, a small crumb of yan katakuri hcs plz? Just a little for this poor servant? Much thanks my lord
Katakuri is a yandere that doesn't easily let on how obsessed he is with his Darling. It doesn't help that he usually keeps half his face hidden, but between his deep voice and stoic demeanor his Darling will likely have no idea he has any feelings for them until he tries his first few attempts at flirting.
He'll be protective of them from afar and use his authority on Tottland to keep tabs on them, and may even ask Brulee to help him look in on them through her Mirror World. His sister will subtly let on that she knows he "likes" them and tease him, but she's happy to help him and be wingwoman.
She might be the one to give him the idea of asking Big Mom for permission to marry Darling. Given how important he is to the kingdom, even if they aren't a royal or different race, she'd say yes with some convincing; either way, she gets to have more grandkids. Katakuri's been raised to view marriage as a business contract first and based on love second, so getting to CHOOSE his spouse makes him very happy.
He would try to flirt with them before this, he really would. But he's so unused to this sort of thing. I think he'd go for something direct by "coincidentally" passing by them (thanks to his Haki, he could predict where they'd be walking and he already knows their routine thanks to his surveillance of them) and complimenting them. Something about just telling them they look nice today makes him uncharacteristically nervous.
He would want to talk with them and spend time together, and would often ask if they'd like to visit his home or the castle on Whole Cake Island for tea (he's a master at drinking without revealing his face). He'll tailor his invitations to match their interests: inviting them to the royal library if they're a bookworm, a tour of the kitchens if they like cooking/baking, looking at the gardens somewhere on Fruit Island or Spice Island if they like plants.
He'll also decide to take things further by giving them a gift based off what he knows they like. Flowers, a book they've been wanting, an ingredient they mentioned needing or a new item from a bakery they wanted to try, etc. He would have already had the engagement set up and would probably use this gift as a way to inform them of their upcoming marriage.
He's very calm about it, even if they're surprised/confused/upset. He explains that he's held feelings for them for a long time, and that he's going to marry them. He'll ensure their family is cared for, that they can move whatever they'd like into his home on Flour Island, and that he understands if they're shocked by this. But he promises to be the best husband possible to them.
If they resist him taking them to their new home, he just uses his Haki to knock them out and carry them. He justifies anything he does as doing it for their own good, to protect them. Though deep down, he's also ashamed at the same time for being selfish and forcing them to marry him. But who would want to willingly be with him if they knew his face, his weakness? He needs to ensure they CAN'T leave him, and he hopes that one day they'll accept his flaws.
Is a very patient yandere, but has his limits. If they keep trying to escape or defy him, at some point he'll get too stressed and make them pass out with his Haki just so they'll stop arguing. He'll use his mochi to restrain them/gag them, and patiently wait out their tantrum until they stop fighting him.
He has sexual desires but knows his size would probably kill them if he had sex the usual way. He prefers to do his husbandly duties (not that he views it as a chore--he looks forward to it as much as his merienda, most days) by holding them by the waist and sliding them up and down his length, occasionally sticking the tip in if they've been prepped and they say it's alright.
If they're larger than average or he's found some miracle method (this series isn't tied to reality anyway) to fuck them without destroying them, he's gonna B R E E D. The size difference turns him on, seeing them cum and feel so good because of him turns him on, and his "icing" filling them up or covering their body makes him shiver every time. He also insists on not being on top unless he can support their body with his arms or his mochi.
Has killed people before if they were a threat to Darling's safety, and he's even injured servants or opponents who have interrupted him while fucking his Darling. It's just as deadly as interrupting his Merienda. He's also prone to a cold, stern kind of anger if anyone interrupts him just spending time with his Darling. He treasures his time with his Sprinkle gdi
Is an authoritative yandere, similar to Endeavor, Eden, Lucifer, Nanami, Heisenberg, etc. He only wants to keep them safe. If they're insisting on trying to escape, that means they're putting themselves in danger by not letting him be around them. He's also a yandere who enjoys a submissive and docile Darling, and enjoys the domestic routine that he has with them (coming home and kissing their cheek, bathing together, cuddling during Merienda, watching them dress and undress in their bedroom, etc)
Their presence just puts him at ease. He'll be having a bad day, come home, and the instant he sees their face and gets to touch them he feels his body relaxing.
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what do you think of controlling stepdad! Diluc? I would imagine him being very controlling of his stepdaughter darling to a point she cant be dependent herself (doesnt know how to cook, clean, wash clothes, etc.) because Diluc forbids any kinds of activity that shows darling being independent. Diluc would let all of those tiring things be dealt by his maids. Darling has no choice but to be dependent on her stepdad as an adult, its a frustrating and humiliating life really. Kaeya can be the uncle that humiliates her or bullies her in a sexual way in secret because he knows his brother gets super possessive over darling.
tw - pseudo-incest (not really), financial manipulation, emotional manipulation, mentions of death, and kaeya isn't mentioned but i am Thinking about him.
to be fair, you're not completely spoiled, and even if you were, it wouldn't be his fault. you were already well into your teens by the time your parent married into the Ragnvindr Clan, and since it was a political union, made only for the financial gain of both parties, your exposure to Diluc was limited to festivals and holidays, to stiff conversations over imported champagne and awkward pleasentries whenever you two were unlucky enough to find yourselves alone in the same room. he was never cold to you, but you couldn't say you ever visited just to see him. you liked Diluc well-enough, but... he wasn't a father, to you. and he made no effort to act like one.
until your parent died in a tragic accident, something involving a set of stairs and a terrible fall. until, in your mourning, you pause your studies in Sumeru and return to Mondstadt to grieve, now with Diluc as your sole guardian.
he's nice to you, albeit distant. they never truly loved each other, you've always known that, but he does what he can to comfort you, setting you up in his manor, assigning a small legion of maids to look after you and serving as a rigid-but-sturdy shoulder to cry on. he helps you make arrangements for the funeral, dictates letters for you to send out to relatives and family friends and business partners, and even after the first wave of grief and the agony begins to settle into a constant melancholy, he lets you stay, lets pass the time in his office or his sprawling library, lets you continue to hang over his life like a fog that just won't seem to pass. he doesn't have to. you're an adult, you're capable of taking care of yourself, but he says that he doesn't mind, that you can stay as long as you'd like to. he says, sometimes, that he likes having you around, jokes about giving you a job at the Dawn Winery, about giving you a reason to never leave Mondstadt again. it's rarely funny, but you try to laugh. he's doing his best to make you feel comfortable, to make you feel welcome. you can tell that he's trying to be kind.
you think he's trying to act more like a father, too. he leaves you gifts, bundles of sunflowers and windwheel asters, clothes tailored to your every preference, trinkets and antiques you've expressed even a passing interest in, and he does things you assume a father would think to, asking after every friend you've ever mentioned, checking on you in the middle of the night, even if he rarely does anything more than sit on the edge of your bed and stare. when you think about leaving, he expresses his concerns - asking what you plan to do in Sumeru, reminding you just how little you inherited from your parent's estate, worrying as to whether or not you'll be able to take care of yourself with your... limited abilities. you've told him you can cook and clean, that you're passionate about your studies, but he doesn't seem to believe you, doesn't seem to think you'd stand a chance on your own. he laughs when you argue, seems to take your anger as little more than a lingering symptom of your loss, and when he's at his worst, his most honest, he admits that he'd be lonely without you, that he's begun to see you as a companion, as something he wouldn't like to lose.
that, if you ever did anything more than think about leaving, he may just have to make it so that you'll see him as less of a father, if he ever wanted to be one at all.
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JUST LIKE HEAVEN (Pt.2)
Fred x female reader (mentions of George)
AN: it is 5am i cannot sleep i need help oh my god i am SWEATING, FRED WEASLEY WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME. he's a dom and i do not accept any kind of criticism. Okay but more seriously, thank you so much for the support for the 1st part! I truly appreciate it and I hope you'll like this one as much as the first one!
WARNINGS: smut smut smut smut and more smut... unprotected sex... and cussing
A few days had passed after your talk with Fred and George.
And still nothing had happened.
And you never thought you'd be so eager for one of them to reach out to you to fill his needs. But you weren't going to be the one to give in first.
And they knew what they did to you, because the first moment they saw you after the big talk they started teasing the shit out of you, and you were too easy to piss off, way too horny to have patience with them. Could be an accidental brush of George's hand on your thigh; Fred whispering things in your ear that weren't necessarily explicit; or again, George finding any kind of excuse to touch you, even the slightest... And that drove you crazy. And the fact that they exactly what they were doing, only made it worse, them making clear that they wanted you.
And today was the day that your patience was at its limits. So you were going to play it reverse on them, and make them suffer a little bit.
You decided to just play it cool, not to look to hard for them, and just let the big boys come to you, as they liked to call themselves. So when you least expected, you saw them appear with the biggest grins on their faces.
You were hanging out with Hermione and Luna at the library, and once again you were going crazy with your studies. You already have had 2 exams, and you could feel your brain slowly dying from all the information it was absorbing.
So obviously, when the twins saw you in such a frustrated state, they knew once again how to play their cards.
"Oh, darling... You look so stressed...", Fred came behind you, "and those shoulders! You're way too tense..."
He winked at his brother and put his hands on your shoulders, slowly massaging them.
Hermione looked at you with an interrogating gaze, not really sure if she should say something or not, to what you unconsciously shrugged your shoulders.
Fred dominantly put his hand on the back of your neck, applying a slight pressure to the sides of your neck, "Keep still, sweetheart..."
You could feel the blood rushing up to cheeks and to other unholy places on your body.
"What. The. Hell.", Hermione mouthed to you, Luna getting more and more confused about all the situation, since she was way too preoccupied reading her Astronomy book.
"I. DON'T. KNOW.", you mouthed back.
Fred continued to massage and apply pressure on your shoulder and the back of your neck, and you felt like you were going completely mad. And when you saw George glancing at his brother, you knew this was another one of their games; so why not join in?
You sighed, mouthed a quick "sorry" to the two girls and started playing.
"Freddie! Oh my god! You're so good!", you softly moaned, stretching your back and neck. You could catch a confused and nervous look on George's face, who was once again looking at his brother, expecting a reaction from him.
"Mmhhh... you like that?", he whispered down to your ear. Fuck, he was a way too good player.
You turned your face to his, just to be a few inches from his lips. "Yeah, I like it...", you said, trying to sound convincing; when you knew that you were affected by him to your bloody core.
You could feel his breath shake as he straighten up, leaving a satisfied smile on your face.
"And what about you, Georgie?", you asked, looking at him with puppy eyes, "How's my favorite Weasley?"
"I'm fine...", he said, smirking, "Why? You missed me, darling?"
You couldn't see any type of nervousness in him, he never answered wrong, always continuing the game.
Not wanting to leave poor Hermione and Luna alone, you decided after a while to semi ignore the twins, and go back to your conversation with the girls, including the boys in from time to time, and when you could feel Fred being totally distracted, you made your killer move.
"OH! I'm so sorry, Fred!", you said, looking how your ink pot just had fallen on his lap.
"Damn it!"
Everybody had taken a few steps back, not wanting to have ink all over them, and when Hermione got up to go for some tissues, you got on your knees and started wiping Fred's thigh with your robes. Fortunately you knew a spell that would make these stains go away, otherwise you wouldn't have sacrificed yourself like that.
The sight of your on your knees, a hand on his upper thigh and the other one wiping the ink stains that were dangerously close to his dick, almost made him cum in his pants. He had spent too much time without doing anything and you being you didn't made it better. You've always drove him completely mad, and the fact that you've actually accorded to be shared between him and his brother was all he could have ever asked for.
He dominantly grabbed your hand, "Bloody hell, Y/N! Stop!", he groaned between his teeth, making sure no one else but you could hear him.
"What's wrong?", you asked innocently, looking up at him through your lashes.
"Shit", he groaned.
He quickly got up, took his brother by the arm and left the library.
"Oh... Where did they go?", Hermione asked with the tissues in her hand.
"I don't know...", you couldn't help but smile victoriously. You've beaten Fred Weasley at his own game. You've put down one of the two twins. You still had to win against George, and from what you've been observing, he'd be the harder one to play against; fooling everybody with his innocent looks.
"Am I right saying that there was completely an unsolved tension in here for a second?", Luna asks.
"Y/N, what the hell was all this?!", Hermione says, clearly aware of what's happening.
"It's just a game! Nothing harmful! Don't worry", you smile, blushing.
"I don't know what kind of games you're playing with them but when I saw Fred going through that door he looked like he could spit fire...", Hermione points out, "I just hope you know what you're doing..."
"I do, Mione... I've talk to them..."
"What do you mean you've talked to them?", Luna asks, curious.
"Oops...", you say as you start getting up and taking your books with you, earning a gasp and shocked laugh from both of them. You winked at the girls and got out of the library.
There wasn't a lot of students out in the corridors at this time of the evening. It was almost bed time so everybody was either in their common rooms or still at the library, just like Hermione and Luna.
So when you felt a hand on the back of your neck again, you felt relief that no one was there.
"Good night, Freddie...", you smiled, his hand adding pressure.
"I hate you", he says between his teeth.
"Oh... Why is that?", you pout. If he'd thought he was the only one able to play this game, he was damn wrong.
"Don't play innocent here, you knew what you were doing"
"Just how you knew what you were doing to me for the past days. Both you and your brother. Am I wrong?", you tried turning your head, but his grip on your neck didn't let you, "Didn't your mother tell you to not play with your food, Freddie?"
The smirk you had on your face the second you pronounced these words could have killed Fred in an instant. It was the weirdest, yet most erotic, thing a girl have ever said to him, and he felt those words resonate through his whole body, specially under his pants.
"Fuck...", he groaned. He grabbed your arm and started leading you. You didn't knew where but you wanted to follow him so bad right now, nothing could have stopped you. You wanted him and you knew the feeling was reciprocal.
You turned a corner and arrived at the second-floor girl's bathroom. Fred quickly opened the door, making sure no one saw them go in and the second the door closed, his pressed his lips against yours. Almost with anger. He was so eager to kiss you...
Neither of you took the time to completely undress the other, you just stayed there, him pressing his body on yours, devouring your mouth.
Without breaking the kiss, he started leading you to the sinks, where he lifted you and sat you. Your skirt almost lifted to your waist and his hands fiercely groping your thighs.
"How DARE you come snog in MY bathroom?!", a whining voice made you both jump, trying to regain your breath.
"Mimi!", Fred breathed out, "Sorry! W-we..."
"Oh... Hi, Frederick...", Moaning Myrtle slowly approached Fred, not even paying attention to you, "You're looking good tonight...", she says.
"You too, Mimi, but we're kind in the middle of something right now...", he says, awkwardly.
"Oh... I see that...", she says, glaring at you in anger.
"Hi, Myrtle..."
"Come on Myrtle, please... I promise to make Harry come visit you tomorrow, but please, please, let us stay here...", he pleaded. You could hear the desperation in his voice and that only turned you on even more.
Moaning Myrtle was taking his proposal in consideration, and quickly ended up agreeing. "Tell him I want to see him in that grey shirt he always wears, he looks so good in it...", she says before completely disappearing in the darkness of the bathroom.
"Wow... So Moaning Myrtle too, huh?", you teased Fred.
"Yeah, yeah, don't start", he quickly cupped your face with one hand and started kissing you again, this time with more passion, more fire. He was kissing you as his life depended on it, his hands always groping your skin; your thighs, your stomach, your waist... He was like an animal, so eager and needy. And you loved every bit of it.
Fred pulled out from your lips and started going down, kissing your jaw... You neck... Licking it and making sure to leave at least two or three visible marks for him to admire the next day. You moaned when he started kissing that sweet spot of you, just behind your ear, as he started slightly pulling your hair. That combination would be the death of you.
"Fuck, Fred...", you moaned in his ear. He raised his head and took a second to finally admire your messed up state, which only made him want to go rough on you.
He leaned in again and started kissing you while unbuttoning your white shirt, not losing a single second. Just as he kept unbuttoning it, he started kissing your chest until it was completely at sight. He groaned to himself when he saw the black lace bra you were wearing that day.
This time, you were the one to not lose time. The second your blouse was unbuttoned, you started attacking his pants, taking of his belt and lowering it a little so you could play with the elastic of his boxers.
"Wait...", he suddenly stopped.
"What? What are you- FUCK!", you loudly moaned as you saw him going down on his knees before you and taking your clit in his mouth. Your hands directly went to his hair, pulling it gently.
You could have come by the simple sight of what was happening, Fred on his knees eating you out, his hair all messy and his arms strongly around your thighs.
"Oh my-... Yes, just like that", you moaned again, making Fred chuckle against you, sending vibrations through you.
He started placing little kisses and kitten licks all over your pussy, licking every inch of it, making it his.
"If you keep... FUCK! Doing this... I'm going to cum... Oh my god, Fred..."
He chuckled again and stopped his movements to look up at you. Fuck, you were looking so pretty, already all fucked up.
He got up, never breaking eye contact with you. He was literally towering you, you sitting on the small sink, your legs around his waist.
He was going to start kissing you again when you stopped him, putting your soft hand on his clothed chest.
"Wait... My turn...", you seductively said, slowly kneeling.
He instantly knew what you were about to do, so he helped you lowered his pants down a little.
"Bloody hell, you're so big...", you whispered.
"Well, wait are you waiting for?", he said, lifting up your chin.
Your mouth instantly started drooling the moment you took him in your mouth. You slowly lowered your head down his shaft, taking all you could of him in your mouth, and then up again.
You started licking his tip and his sides, trying to get it as wet as you could.
"Y/N... Fuck... You're so good at this...", you felt his body lean against the sink you were previously sitting on, and saw his hand grab the edge of it to gain support. "Keep going please, keep going..."
You did as he pleaded. You slowly started to bob your head up and down his dick, both of you making the most sinful sounds. You could feel him throb in your mouth as your lowered your head more and more, and you loved it.
Suddenly, he grabs you by the hair and lifts you up again, helping you sit on the sink again.
"Legs up for me, will you sweetheart?", he says, caressing your inner thighs.
"If you ask so nicely...", and you lifted your legs to wrap them around his waist.
Fred sucked his thumb and lowered it to your clit, drawing figures eight on it, slowly.
"Mmmhhh...", you moaned, throwing your head back.
"Are you ready?", he asks, his thumb still on your clit.
"Yes", you smiled back at him, locking eyes with him and not breaking contact when he entirely slid into you.
"Merlin, you're so tight...", Fred moaned in the crook of your neck.
You grab him by the shoulders and let him start thrusting in and out of you; first at an awful slow pace, making him bite your neck.
"Come on, darling...", you encouraged him. And with that, as if something lightened up inside him, he straightened himself, towering over you again, and roughly putting one of his hands around your neck and the other one around your thigh. That made him gain stability, so he started thrusting deeper and harder tan before.
"YES! Oh my god... Yes...", you put your forehead against his and closed your eyes shut, lost in the feeling.
"Yeah... Like that...", he says, going even faster, hitting that special spot of yours that made you almost scream. "That's it, darling... Show me where I am..."
You clumsily took his hand and tried to find on your lower abdomen the spot that Fred was hitting so you could show him how deep he was buried in you.
"Oohh, yes... There it is...", he says, feeling his tip brushing against his hand. He applied more pressure to your abdomen, making his dick hit that spot again and again.
"FUCKKKKK! YES!", you screamed, eyes almost rolling back in your head.
"Look at me, sweetheart, look at me...", Fred took your face and started to thrust deeper and harder just to watch your reaction, to which he wasn't disappointed. Your swollen lips, messy hair and the spots he had been leaving along your neck and chest were the most beautiful view ever.
He started massaging your breast through your bra as he once again increased his speed.
All you could do was messily breathe and loudly moan as he trusted in and out of you. He was so big. Stretching you so good. And the fact that he was being so rough yet so gentle with you was insane.
Once again he brought his hand to your clit, slowly massaging it and making you moan even louder.
"Ssshhhh... Sweetheart, do I have to remind you how to be quiet?", he says, his hand against your mouth.
You remembered the moment he first pressed his big hand on your mouth, all the thoughts that were crossing your mind and all the fantasies you've created because of that specific moment, and now all of them where becoming reality.
"Do I reckon you like my hand on you like this, right?", he smiled, thrusting deeper.
Your screams were now muffled by his hand, but he could see your eyes starting to water, which only made him increase the pace.
You were a moaning mess, your nails going to his back, his arms and chest, also leaving your little marks.
"Come on, I want you to see yourself when you cum...", he says before slipping out of you and turning you, now facing the mirror.
He put his hand where it belonged: your neck. And started to kiss you again, looking at you through the mirror's reflection.
With no previous notice, he slammed into you from behind, making your face contort in pleasure.
"Oh my god...", you say, trying to grab the edge of the sink.
He pulled your hair again, leaning your head back on his chest.
"Look at you...", he says, "so fucking... pretty..."
He brought his free hand to your clit again, the new angle making it easier for him to massage it in the correct way.
That made you scream again, feeling your legs fail you.
"I've got you, darling... Come on...", he whispered, tightly holding on to you.
He continued his relentless attack on your pussy and clit, making the pleasure almost unbearable for you.
"F-Fred... I-I'm c-cumming... SHIT!"
He smirked at your reflection and didn't stop his thrusting until he felt your inner walls tightly close again his cock. The feeling of you cumming with him inside you made it impossible for him to hold any longer, so as he was helping you riding your orgasm, he chased his own one, both of you moaning loudly in the other's ears and clinging to each other as your lives depended on it.
He stayed inside you a few more seconds, trying to regain his breath and strength.
"I think that deserves a big high five...", you say, lazily raising your hand.
He weakly moaned, trying to high five you, but terribly failed.
He finally got the strength to pull out of you with a hiss, slowly pulling his dick out and letting a pool of both of your fluids form in the sink.
"Thank you", he breathed out, kissing your forehead.
"No! Thank you!"
"I knew this was a good idea!", he says, proud of him.
"The most brilliant idea you've ever had...", you say, helping him putting his belt back on.
"What are you doing?", he asks.
"That, my friend, is a souvenir...", you laughed, patting the panties you just put in his pocket.
"Oh, you're a nasty one... Very, very nasty...", he smirks.
"You have no idea...", you say, kissing his neck again. "Let's go, before the others start asking too many questions"
"We're definitely doing that again, I hope you know that...", he says, entering the Gryffindor common room.
"Isn't that why we've talked about it, you git?" you laughed.
"Hey, where were you two?", Hermione asks, "We've been waiting for you for almost two hours!"
"Oh, we just quickly went to visit Moaning Myrtle...", you say, eyeing how George was looking at the marks on your neck, "Harry by the way, she wants you there tomorrow with your grey shirt. No discussion!"
You hear Harry groan and throw his head in his hands, "Why? Why did you this to me? Why do you hate me so much!?!"
"Come on, she's not that bad...", you say, sitting next to George.
"How does she even know I have that shirt?!", he starts whining, but soon enough, your attention was turned to George, who was playing with the back of your skirt.
"Looking good...", he whispered, "Who would have thought you're such a dirty player?"
"You have no idea...", you smirked.
He looked at you and chuckled, "You'll show me soon enough...", he said, discretely placing his hand on your inner thigh.
You looked up trying to see if anyone was looking at you, but for your luck, they were too busy hearing Harry whine about Myrtle. And then, you crossed Fred's gaze. He winked at you and raised to you his plastic bottle and drank a sip, that making George chuckle again.
For Goddrick's sake... These two were going to drive you completely mad...
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Noir (JJK x Reader) 🥀💜🔞☁️
🍷 Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Reader
🍷 Genre: Vampire!AU, established relationship, fluff/romance, angst, Smut
🍷 Warnings: oh boy, blood, like Jesus there’s a lot, bad puns, lowkey Daddy!JK x Little!Reader, I’m sorry my hand slipped okay, fainting, cursing, angst, yes it’s resulting angst from the fainting ok, you get the point, Buff Jungkook, gentle buff boi tho, messy sex, unprotected bc JK is basically dead meat walking ok, scratching, biting, rough sex, it’s pretty hard this time, know your limits kids, sweet sweet aftercare though, reader is short in height, oral (fem. Rec.), slight primal themes
🍷 Summary: Gone are the days of hiding, when science finally brings to light that yes, vampires exist. Now, three hundred years later, they’re a part of society; simply blending in without trying hard. But some can’t help but have a snack the old fashioned way.
• Vampirism : (in This AU) is a genetic defect caused by infection (from a bite due to a specific bacteria present in infected people, this is however, very rare) or is present since birth, in which the body is unable to properly produce certain vital enzymes and proteins in blood, which requires the intake of human blood of a specific type, either by orally consuming or injection. Side effects of this disorder include, but are not limited to: sensitivity to sunlight, fair skin, discoloring of the iris, lack of or slowed down aging, infertility, nocturnal behavior, and others.
Murders done by vampires were, against all expectations, incredebly low.
There was no use to kill anyways, and vampires were known to be smart.
And so was Jungkook, as well. At the young age of 123 years, at least for a man with vampirism, he knew his way around. He'd lived several lives already, every single one however, alone. He loved to watch from the sidelines, loved to play cupid and bring to friends together, loved to see others happy. Until they found out.
At first, people were scared. As they should be, he'd thought. He had his growing fears as well, knowing how aggressive and vile some of his brothers could be. They loved the things they could kill sometimes too much, underestimating their strength to the point of breaking what they cherished.
Jungkook never wanted to be like them.
When they first met, he had been adamant to find out what made her smile. He did not know why, but he felt like it was important to know. She had asked him questions, as everyone did, naturally, their interest in his entire body growing with every new article about studies made on people with vampirism. He was one of the younger ones, although every generation brought a fair share of new vampires into the world. The questions she asked however, weren't what he usually heard.
'Is it lonely?'
'have you ever fallen in love?'
'how different was every life from the other?'
It was unusual, really.
But over time, he started to grow fond of her presence.
He liked whenever she visited, his home feeling not so empty with her. She seemed very young, even for human standards, however, he soon found out that, if he'd been born a hundred years later, she wouldn't be much younger than him. She worked at a library, as she'd told him fondly, explaining to him that she liked the peaceful quiet her job brought her. He'd picked her up a few times after that, going out for coffee and cake, his facial features slowly getting used to the gentle smile he held whenever he was with her.
And before he knew, he'd fallen in love.
It wasn't the first time he'd ever felt that way, but it certainly would be the first time he would be selfish, and try to win her for himself. He knew that it would end horribly, it would end in tears and endless sorrow on his end, as he would very well outlive her, but for some odd reason; he did not care about it.
The chance of spending just those years with her, was too tempting to give away.
"I like that, but doesn't it sound a bit sad?" She mumbled from his side, cheek resting against the middle of his shoulder. She suddenly started to move her own, smaller hands over the different keys, changing the melody a bit into a more hesitant, yet more friendly tune. He nodded with a smile, slowly picking up on the pattern she'd chosen, before he removed his hands, simply letting her play away, listening as he watched her face. "It sounds like summer, doesn't it?" She asked, and he chuckled, nodding. It did.
He watched as the cat, gumball as she'd called him a year ago, flexed his feet, stretching on a patch of sunlight shining into the room. He'd complained a bit about the fact that he was a bit on the chubbier side, but she'd held him in her arms like a child, pouting at him as she exclaimed that he should never 'bodyshame' her baby ever again, and that he was just fluffy. He'd researched a bit after that, with the actual goal of maybe showing you evidence that the cat should loose weight, but had found that the specific breed was naturally like that. So he simply let her feed him, occasionally giving the furry companion a treat as well.
He simply leaned back a bit as he closed his eyes, letting the tune be memorized into his thoughts.
It did sound like summer.
"Do you think cats can dream?" She asked one day, her legs over his thighs as the rest of her body leaned against a pillow on the sofa-side, her body wrapped in a soft light pink blanket he'd tucked her into when she'd complained how cold she was earlier. He chuckled.
"Now what kind of question is that love?" He asked, before he shifted his posture on the sofa a bit, one hand on her shin gently moving over it every now and then. "I believe they have the mental capacity, and they in fact process daily events during sleep similarly to humans." He explained while trying to watch the TV show simultaneously. She pouted.
"So do they or don't they?" She asked, and he chuckled again, looking at her.
He smiled. "They do sweetheart." He said, and she smiled at that, shifting her attention back to the TV, before she suddenly scrunched up her brows. "Dogs do too." He said, and she giggled, before gently and playfully hitting his arm- or trying to, as it was too far away for her to reach.
"I mean, good to know but no, I didn't want to ask that." She explained, looking at him now as she slowly sat up, her legs still over his. "Do you dream?" She asked curiously, as he nodded.
"I dream of you." He answered, and watched as her cheeks turned red, making her bury her face further into the little blanket burrito she was in, making him chuckle. "No, no hiding baby." He said, trying to pull the blanket down as she tried to escape him, shuffling around the sofa until a squeak escaped her when he grabbed her ankles, pulling on them as her lower body now rested over his thighs. "Oh, my little snack wants to run away now?" He hummed, arms now caging her in as she mumbled something. "Sorry, what?" He asked with a teasing tone as she kicked her legs a bit, not answering vocally. He became a bit confused before he noticed what she was trying to do.
Her skirt had ridden up from all the moving around, her underwear visible clear as day to him as he hummed, hands moving their places, as one gently pushed on the middle of her back, keeping her in place, before the other ran over the backsides of her bare thighs. "Hmm, now that I see it.." He said, voice low as he watched his pointer finger gently tease her folds, making her squirm a bit in his hold. "I think I'll need a taste." He finished, moving her around as he unraveled the blanket away from her, pulling her legs apart as he watched a small darker patch of wetness form on the fabric of her underwear. "Ah, already being so good now for me, yeah?" He asked, and she nodded shyly, holding her hands in front of her face. He clicked his tongue as he sat back on his heels. "Nuh-uh baby, what did we say, where do your hands belong when I play with you?" He asked, and slowly but surely, she moved them above her head, hanging loosely off the side of the sofa for now. It was a rule for her to keep her hands away from her face whenever he was with her, trying to help her with her confidence as he always made sure to praise her. "Good girl, such an obedient little snack for me, yeah?" He said, and she nodded as she gasped out.
"Only for you." And he hummed an approving reply against the inner side of her thigh, placing gentle kisses against the soft skin, only teasing his teeth against her, never to bite. Surely it had been a topic of discussion before, because how could it not if your partner was the very thing that held inside what kept you alive. But he'd told her that he'd never bite- sure, he could, and oh boy would it be a high, he knew it, but he didn't know if he had the amount of self-control required to not hurt her. So for now, he had to feast on her in a different way. And he was damn fine with that.
"Such a whiny baby." He teasingly hummed before he pulled down the fabric from her legs, making her squirm on the sofa as he chuckled. He did not waste any time, instantly covering her most intimate parts with his mouth, tongue licking over her pearl before he sucked, surpressing a grin as he heard her whine and huff out in pleasure when he moved his hand, fingers slowly entering her as she mewled in delight. "Hmm." He hummed, before he pulled on her legs again, making her yelp a bit in surprise as he grinned down on her. "Let me have a taste, yeah?"
"Definetely not." He suddenly said behind her as she almost lost her footing on the kitchen counter, only savior in that moment the two strong arms around her middle, setting her down the counter instead, both hands on either side of her thighs. "What did I say about climbing things?" He asked, as if he was scolding a kid. In a weird way, he kind of was.
"Not to." She mumbled as she averted her gaze, biting her lip, and he nodded sternly, giving a very mild slap against her knee which still had a bandaid over it, hello kitty themed, as you'd once said you liked. "M' sorry.." She mumbled, looking down as he clicked his tongue.
"What was that?" He asked, his hand gently pulling on her chin to make her look at him properly, thumb pulling her lip from between her teeth. "I can't hear you when you're talking to the kitchen tiles baby." He said, patience wearing thin.
"I said I'm sorry." She replied to him, but the way she did it, with a slight roll of her eyes, crossed the line for him as he sighed, suddenly throwing her body over his shoulder, a hand coming down onto her behind with a loud clap as she apologized again, more sincerely this time.
"Oh well-" He began, as he walked into the bedroom with her, letting her fall back first onto the bed. "I don't believe you are, little girl." He said, sitting down on a chair in the corner of the room, at the end of the bed. "Show me." He simply said, leaning back as he rested one leg over the other, eyes watching her every move.
"I-" She started, unsure as she set in the middle. "H-How?" She asked, looking at him from her spot.
"How about you start touching yourself, hm?" He said, and she seemed surprised. He knew however that she would follow; she always did. They had both talked about the dynamics of their relationship, finding a perfect agreement as they both had discussed how well it would fit them both. With her need to be taken care of and looked after, he gladly accepted the role as not only her lover but caregiver as well. There was no need to call him 'Daddy' or any other title however- he didn't need any verbal proof of his place in her life, the way she behaved and followed his every command enough to stroke his dominance to no ends. "I don't know what you're waiting for." He suddenly said, making her head snap up again as if pulled out of a trance. "I'm not gonna do shit, and we both know you're not going to leave this room before you came." He finalized, as she suddenly moved, her hand reaching insider her underwear, as he again verbalized his disapproval. "There's a reason I'm sitting here little snack." He said, a teasing tone to his voice as she suddenly grew shy. "Give me a show, doll." He simply said, resting the side of his jaw on his hand as he watched her remover her clothing.
So delicate.
He didn't know how or when it happened.
The only thing he knew was, that he had to find her in between the dark woods, before she could escape. He knew she was somewhere close, cracking leaves and branches easily giving away where she was as he spotted her eyes, wide open as she took off running. He tilted his head to the side in irritation before he began to move again, rolling up the sleeves of his black button up as he began to run, wanting, no, needing to end the chase.
It was laughably unfair, really.
But his need to feed was too uncomfortable by now to simply go by unnoticed. She should've known better than to run, she knew that it would set him off, she knew that he would fall into a predatory mindset if she decided to play the part of the prey. Yet when he'd asked her to leave him alone until he'd get a new monthly carepackage she'd giggled, playfully teasing him, seemingly unknowing of the sincerity of his request. He'd been open and honest with her, he'd asked her to leave for a reason; yet she simply didn't listen.
Maybe he really did scare her off. Maybe he should stop, let her get away, after all, he was a very prominent threat due to his need of blood. Blood she could give to him, he knew, and oh it would be so sweet- he knew it for a fact, her scent just absolutely divine. He should let her be, let her have the chance to live a regular life.
He slowly grew slower, that is, until he heard it.
She laughed.
Suddenly he scoffed, before he pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek. Oh, so she thought he played around?
"You better stop laughing, and start running, little snack, or I might snatch a taste." He simply mumbled out as she smiled, taking off again, with him close at her heels.
It felt oddly primal to him to hunt her like that, as if he was slowly letting out something inside of him that he'd locked away. He never wanted to be too rough with her, always keen on being protective instead of simply seeing her as a supply of food for him. After all, he wanted nothing from her but her adoration and love, which she happily gave, be it in words or gestures.
But it seemed like tonight, she'd give him more than that.
He caught up to her quickly as she made the absolutely mental decision to run back into his home, trying to close the doors behind her to slow him down, yet with no use as he simply shut the front door behind him, quietness heavy in the pitchblack apartment. Her heavy breathing however was evident, so he simply walked up to her, backing her up as she almost stumbled down over the carped inside the bedroom, making him chuckle as he closed the door behind him. She fell down onto the mattress as he leaned over her, now in the very scarce light only coming inside from behind the blinds, drawing glowing lines onto his fair skin as he held her wrists, moving them above her head as his knee parted her legs.
It was truly delicious, the sight below him, he decided.
The way she panted still, chest raising and falling rapidly, her slightly shining skin from running so much, or her clothes ridding up and revealing her soft stomach to him. It all seemed so arousing to him, even though he'd seen it all at this point. He'd never get tired of it, never get used to it. It would never look mundane to him.
Still riled up from the chase, he immediately went to get her out of her clothes, hastily getting her out of any fabric that would stand between his and her skin, his own clothing included. He felt rabid almost as he swore he felt his pulse begin to race, her entire being too much for his still livid senses as he mouthed against her neck, holding himself back as he moved his knee, pressing it against her core as she bucked up against him, already wet enough to easily glide over his skin, making him groan in pleasure. She was always so ready, so responsive to him, it made him feel proud. "Could eat you right up." He mumbled against her skin, uncaring on how her slick began to coat his thigh, his hand already moving down to messily rub over her center, making her whine out. "So sensitive.." He hummed, melodic voice deeper than usual as he suddenly moved her around roughly, pressing her legs against her stomach to reveal her glistening core to him, his already hard length ready to take on its rightful place buried inside her. "You can take it like that, yeah?" He said, and she nodded, mewling out as he pushed his cock inside, groaning out at the feeling of her tight walls welcoming him eagerly. He sighed before moving, setting a hard pace right from the very beginning, knowing how much she could take.
He usually hesitated to be this rough with her, scared to hurt her in any way, shape, or form, yet this time he'd let himself off the chain. Skin against skin was the only sound aside from heavy breathing and her oh so delightful vocals that echoed inside the room, as he suddenly almost growled against her collarbone. "Wanna. ah!" He huffed out, slowing down his hips a bit to form a better sentence as his thoughts became clouded. "Wanna bite." He asked without question, making her nod desperately, her arms reaching out to place themselves in his long hair, uncaring about the slight dampness of them due to his sweat. "Yeah? You'd like that?" He asked breathlessly, as he began to thrust into her with more vigor, making her entire body shake every time his hips met her. "You'd like me to bite you? Suck you dry like the little snack you are?" He grumbled out, making her huff out her breaths as she became closer to her release, hands clawing whatever skin she could reach. He didn't feel the pain. She nodded again and again, until she yelled out in a short squeak of pain as his teeth finally bit down. He didn't draw blood yet, however. "Come on now, cum for me yeah?" He asked, letting one of her legs go as he picked up his speed, only hesitantly slowing down as she came undone, loving the way her eyes became shiny at the over stimulation he gave. He chuckled darkly as his own movements became sloppy, catching up to his own release as he suddenly tasted iron on his tongue.
It was so sweet, sweeter than he could've ever imagined it to be. People suffering from vampirism typically had a favor for the taste of blood, a natural thing to help them survive in a way, as the usual human would instinctively become nauseous at the taste. But this was a whole different level of taste- it was a feeling throwing his entire body into a sense of euphoria he'd never experienced in his entire lifetime he'd had to spend until now. It made him bite harder, suck harder on her now opened skin, as he forced himself to let go of her, almost choking up at the way he wanted to cry from all those different emotions flooding his mind and body. He licked at her neck, at the still seeping wound, until his shaking stopped, his hands again wandering over her skin.
Thats when he noticed.
As if burned, he moved his head away from her skin, now finally looking at her properly. His eyes were wide, already tearing up as his mind started to panic, the view of her and the now stained sheets immediately setting up red flags all over the place. He swallowed hard, shaking hands reaching for her wrists, the fact that her pulse was still beating only mildly soothing his frantic soul in that moment. He slowly got up, almost tripping as he opened the bedroom door, practically running inside the bathroom, almost knocking things over as he wets a washcloth, and carries the first aid kit back inside at her side, moving her now gently, hesitantly, as if she was a cracked china doll ready to break if he moved just a tad too fast. He cleaned her up, still sniffling as he blinked repeatedly, trying to keep his vision clear through his steadily flowing tears. How could he? He promised, he promised to never hurt you, you of all people- yet it seemed like he had no control over himself, after all. He felt frustrated with himself, angry at his own actions as he forced himself to calm down, hands slowly growing more steady as he places everything down properly, wrapping her up carefully as he finally sighed, no red seeping through the now flawless white bandages around the bite he'd left.
For a moment, he simply watched her breathe.
Just because she did.
"Koo?" She asked tiredly from the doorway, now dressed in a sweater of his the piece of clothing reaching mid-thigh for her, almost her knees if he looked more closely. He immediately got up as she simply smiled, hugging him as if she'd seen him after a long day. He picked her up, arms underneath her bottom as she giggled, his frown still evident however. Sitting her down on the sofa, he looked at her with a serious expression, trying to talk before she cut him off. "I know what you're gonna say, and its fine. I'm fine!" She said, and he sighed, shaking his head. "Kook, things happen. I was just.. overwhelmed. I'm not gonna leave you-" She said, as he suddenly cut her off.
"You should." He said sternly, looking to the side as he ran a hand over his face. "I almost killed you-"
She groaned. "No you didn't! I'm simply a bit squeamish when it comes to blood, it happens all the time!" She explained, and he slowly turned his gaze back on her. "My friend once cut her hand on a paper she'd pulled out in school, and I passed out too. Happens with everyone to be honest, like, my mom once fell too and scraped her knees pretty badly and I just flopped down like a fish-" She talked away, as he still seemed uncertain.
"I should've noticed it sooner though. I was so.. immersed in it that I didn't even notice you pass out. That's just.. fucked up." He said, unsure where to look before she scooted forwards, sitting on his lap as he gently ran his thumb over her bandage. "I'm so sorry." He said, and she nodded.
"Okay." She answered. "I'll accept your apology, under one circumstance!" She exclaimed, lifting her finger towards his face. He furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head in question like he typically did, before she answered. "I can have icecream for dinner." She exclaimed seriously, as he finally cracked up, chuckling as he brushed some of her hair out of her face.
"Baby, its almost time for lunch now. You slept all night." He explained, and she suddenly looked at the clock, before her cheeks reddened.
"Then I want it for lunch." She said, before he sighed.
He looked at her with an uncertain look. "I don't know, you should eat something proper-" He tried to reason, as she suddenly let herself fall onto her back, legs on either side of his hips stretched out as she playfully dramatically exclaimed.
"Oh no!" She groaned out exaggerated. "Ah I'm in so much pain, ah- Hey!" She suddenly laughed as he'd leaned forwards, tickling her sides as he'd instantly called out her bluff. "Stop stop, STOP!" She yelled between laughter, as he suddenly kissed her bandage, up to just underneath her ear, then her jawline, before finally meeting her lips.
"You can have whatever you want, my little snack." He said, and she smiled, happy to have him back.
"Kooks?" She suddenly asked in a hushed voice, as he answered with a hum.
"Yeah?" He asked after she didn't reply.
"Just a random reminder that I love you lots." She said, before he squeezed her just a bit tighter in his arms.
"Just a random reminder that we're still going to the doctor tomorrow." He said, chuckling as she groaned.
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MAKE OVER
Chapter 4: Mister X
Jung Hoseok x Reader
Reader as Kang Hyeonji
SUMMARY: When Kang Hyeonji transformed herself into a striking redhead, the entire male population of Seoul stood up and took notice. But her make over was for Jung Hoseok’s benefit alone. He began to show interest in the new look but not in the way she wanted. Suddenly he was over-protective, perhaps a little jealous. It seemed that the idea of having a relationship with her couldn’t be further from his mind. The girl however wants more. So it was time for an ultimatum. If Hoseok didn’t want Hyeonji to lose her virginity to another admirer, he had no option but to make love to her himself.
When his attention returned to the ongoing traffic, her eyes continued to secretly caress him for several moments.
How could I not love it? It's from you my darling. I will treasure it for the rest of my life...
This was the heart-catching reality for Hyeonji. Hoseok frowning "I hope you're not just saying that."
Hyeonji found everything about the situation rather ironic. What would happen if she truly told him how she felt about him? Knowing Hobi, he would terribly be embarrassed. He hated complications in his life. He was a simple man at heart.
"Would I lie to you?" she quipped, though unable to keep the sardonic edge of her voice. He slanted her a rather bewildered look as though he'd never associated her with sarcasm before.
"I hope not. You were always a brutally honest kid. But right on the ball. Why else do you think I used to ask for your opinion on things? Mother just said whatever I do is great. I needed someone who told me as it really was. Which you did. You were always able to make me see what was worth working on, Hyeonji; what would last."
A pity you never asked my opinion on your lady friends. Hyeonji thought wryly, I could've told you all those females loved themselves too much to have much left over for anyone else. But then, it wasn't love you wanted from them, was it Hoseok? Still old habits die hard. What's going to happen when you want a girl to love you, and whom you can truly love in return? You'll never find the right wife, gravitating towards the wrong type of girl. The Tinashe's of this world are only out for what they can get.
Whereas I, I would love you as no other woman could ever love you, my darling. Look at me, Hoseok. Hyeonji's thoughts were running wild when Hoseok cuts her "Anyway, Hyeonji" Hoseok went on, oblivious of Hyeonji's thoughts and feelings. "I hope that necklace goes some small way to making up for my thoughtlessness in the past. I know I'm a selfish bastard. But your friendship means a lot to me and I wouldn't want you to think I never give you a moment's thought because I do."
"Trouble is..." he threw her a wry smile. "It's usually only when I need your help. Or your advice. Or your opinion on a new car." She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, at that point. Anger however came to the rescue. "And is that all tonight is Hobi?" she snapped "A test drive?" Are you taking me out just to get your opinion on your new car?"
"God, no!" He looked and sounded appalled. "No, that's not it at all! Far from it. The thing is, I realized today down the library that I never ask you about you. It added to my guilt, I can tell you. All these years and all we ever talk about is me. So tonight I want to hear all about you....Hyeonji."
"Me?" she echoed weakly.
"Yes. You. I want to know what'd going on in your life these days. You could've knocked me over with a feather when that woman said you were twenty-three. It suddenly came to me that a girl as great as you should have a boyfriend or married. I began to wonder. I wanted to ask you then and there but it was hardly appropriate. So I'm asking you now, Hyeonji. Why haven't you got a boyfriend?"
Hyeonji was really stumped. What to say? What to tell him? She busied herself putting the gold chain tidily into its case and slipping it into her purse, all the while trying to find the right lie to tell. The awkward silence grew till finally Hoseok shot her a shocked look. "Good God Hyeonji, you're not, are you?"
"Not what?" she asked.
"Not...gay?"
Hyeonji's eyes rounded. And then she laughed. That was one excuse she'd never thought of. "No I am not gay."
"So what's the problem?" Hoseok continues looking a bit relieved. "The problem..." She considered her answer at some length, then decided excuse three carried a perverse kind of truth. "The problem is...that I am in love with a man. But he just doesn't love me back. In fact, he doesn't know I'm even alive in a sexual sense."
"Why not?" Hoseok demanded to know, apparently affronted by this mystery man's lack of passion for his best friend. Hyeonji almost felt soothed by Hoseok's chagrin on her behalf. "I guess I'm not his type, physically speaking. I'm not pretty enough."
"What stupid shit! You are very pretty."
"No, I'm not, Hobi. But it's nice of you to say so" Hyeonji was grateful that Hoseok dropped the subject of her beauty. He scowled all through the drive, not opening his mouth until there were on the entrance and approaching the coffee shop.
"So who is this idiot?" he flung at her. "Is he a local?"
"Yes, of course" Hyeonji answers trying not to look at Hoseok. "Did he go to our school?" as he continues to interrogate her. "Yes. But that's as much as I'm going to say."
"Our school..." he frowned as he scoured his memory. "I can't think of who it could be. Still there are over eight hundred kids in our school." He shook his head in frustration. "I've no idea. Look, just tell me who he is. Don't keep me in suspense!"
"Sorry, I am not telling you, or anyone else for that matter. I would find it terribly embarrassing. Besides it's quite pointless my telling you who he is. I've pretty well accepted he's not interested. Shortly, I aim to get on with my life, so you don't have to worry, Hobi. I don't intend to suffer indefinitely."
Hoseok mumbled and muttered all through swinging the car around before he launched into another verbal attack against her mystery man. Hyeonji found it amusing that he was railing himself. "So! Does this splendid advertisement for feminine taste have a girlfriend?"
"Actually he's between women at the moment." She answers. "Had a lot of them, has he?" Hoseok continues. "Oodles." As Hyeonji giggles, amused by Hoseok's predicament. "And you love this inveterate ladies' man?
"He takes my breath away" as Hyeonji confirms.
Hoseok pulled a face. "What is it about women that they always fall for the bad guys? He sounds positively awful!"
"I don't think he is at all awful. And he'd been very successful businesswise" Hyeonji tries to cover for Hoseok a bit. Hobi's top lip curled into a sneer. "I suppose he's good-looking."
"Drop-dead gorgeous," she agreed.
"Handsome is a handsome does, you know," he growled, then muttered some more under his breath all the way to the parking. Hyeonji sat next to him in a self-satisfied silence. She hadn't enjoyed herself so much in years. Perhaps she was playing with a double-edge sword, but if so it was worth the risk. She didn't think the penny would drop for Hoseok. Meanwhile, she was experiencing a heady exhilaration in toying with the truth in this manner.
They came round the parking hillside corner near the coffee shop and beach front coming into view and Hyeonji sighed her pleasure at the sight. It was a pretty place during the day, but even more so at night, especially when it was cloudless, and the moon sent ribbons of silver rippling across the dark waters.
Tonight, the moonlight was strong, the waves extra gentle as they lapped onto the golden curve of the sand. Some people were still swimming in the peaceful water. Many couples were sitting on the warm sand, arms around each other, or strolling along the beach hand in hand. As Hyeonji had thought earlier, it was night for lovers. Hoseok drove past the public car park at the bottom of the hill and along the narrow main street which flanked the beach, tall pines on the sea side, shops on the other. He eased into a space under a pine at the far end.
He snapped off his engine and swiveled in his seat to face Hyeonji, a scowl on his handsome face "It's not Jeon Jungkook, is it?"
Jeon Jungkook was the only boy in Hoseok's class who could rival him for his looks and subsequent business acumen. As dark as Hoseok was fair, he had thick black hair, heavy lidded dark doe eyes and a body of God, packing some major muscles. He didn't have Hoseok's super intelligence but he had a creative flair, he was born to hold a camera in his hands. Producing and editing music videos under his own company called Golden Closet Productions. His company started a few years back and had recently expanded. Unmarried, he was a swinging bachelor type who played the field without mercy. He'd recently bought a place at Gangnam and built an orgy palace of a house, the rumored activities therein supplying plenty of fuel for the local gossips.
Hyeonji only knew Jungkook as well as she did because his folks lives two doors up. He came to visit them quite often, and, Jungkook being Jungkook, he always waved at Hyeonji if she was out the front watering or weeding the garden.
A couple of months back, he'd also knocked on the door and asked if she and her mother wanted to sell the house to him, since he was wanting to have a place for himself near his parents. Even after they said no, he'd left his business card then stayed talking to Hyeonji for ages. He was one of those males who could not go past a female without proving he was God's gift to women. His charm operated on auto pilot.
Hyeonji found him likeable enough, but shallow in her opinion. It irked her that Hoseok should think she could be madly in love with him. "Well?" he probed. "Is it?"
"I'm sorry but I refuse to answer any such questions on the grounds they might incriminate me" she says. Hoseok glowered at her. "You're being damned difficult."
"I don't think so. You might be my friend but there's a limit to what I will tell you. And I think my love life is my own private business, don't you? After all, when I asked you about Tinashe, you wouldn't tell me." Hyeonji tries to fend off Hoseok's question.
"Fair enough. But if it is Jungkook," he growled, "then I hope to tell you never get your heart's desire. His reputation with women is appalling." Hyeonji rolled her eyes. As if Jeon Jungkook would take any serious notice of her anyway. That was as far-fetched as Hoseok doing so. Suddenly, she felt tired of this game. "If it will make you feel any better it's not Jungkook. But please don't come up with anymore candidates. I am not going to tell you and that's that."
"I had no idea you could be this stubborn." Hoseok looks at Hyeonji as she crossed her arms with finality over her chest. Her sideways glance carried a sardonic flavor. "There are a lot of things you don't know, Hobi."
"I'm beginning to see that's the case. And there I've been all these years, telling people what a sweet little thing you are. It seems Tinashe might not have been altogether wrong." He says. Hyeonji bristled. "Oh? And what, pray tell, did dear Tinashe say about me?"
"She said you were a sly piece and she wouldn't trust you as far as she could throw you" Hoseok answers. Hyeonji's blood pressure rose a few notches. "Humph! That's the pot calling the kettle black!"
"I take it you don't like Tinashe?" he quirked an eyebrow at her.
"You take it correctly" she says nodding her head in full approval and conviction. "Why?"
Hyeonji almost launched into a tirade about vanity, superficiality and naked ambition, but pulled herself up just in time. There was little point in being vicious, now that the girl was possibly on the way out. Besides, the truth might sound too much like jealousy.
She managed to shrug. "You can't like everyone in this world. Some people just rub you up the wrong way right from the start."
"True. Okay. I won't be a pain and press for more. Neither will I ask you anymore embarrassing questions about Mr. X. I'm just relived it's not Jungkook. Come on, let's go for a walk." He was out of the car before she could say Jack Robinson, bounding around the front to her side where he wrenched open the passenger door.
"Do...do you think we could have our coffee first?" she asked a little shakily when Hoseok took her hand and drew her upright out of the rather low-slung vehicle. Whilst she told herself it was sheer hunger causing her stomach to cramp suddenly, she rather suspected there was another cause, and extracted her hand from Hoseok's as soon as she could.
"I guess so," he returned with a casual shrug. "If you're dying for some."
"It's not the coffee I'm dying for so much as something to eat." She sighed. Hoseok frowned. "Haven't you had dinner? You told me your mother was cooking dinner for you tonight."
"She did, but dinner these days wouldn't feed a flea. Some nights I could just scream!" Hoseok just laughed. "Don't complain. You're looking darned good on what your mother's been feeding you." Hyeonji could not stop the flush of pleasure "You...you really think so?"
"I really do." And his eyes were close to admiring as they swept over her new slender figure for the second time that night. After that, Hyeonji knew she would not eat a morsel. Fifteen minutes later she was sitting opposite Hobi in a booth in one of the cafés along the esplanade and had been fiddling with a large slice of chocolate cake for a full ten minutes when he finally burst forth.
"I though you said you were hungry!" Hyeonji bit her bottom lip and put down the fork. "I thought I was too. Do you want it?" he sighed. "Women! Here, give it to me." As she sheepishly handed it over, his exasperation dissolved into a cheeky grin. Hyeonji grinned back, then sat in contented silence to watch Hoseok eat.
It wasn't long before his innocent enough activity had a less than innocent effect on Hyeonji. Hoseok's mouth, unfortunately, was incredibly sexy, wide and curving, his mole on his upper lip, his lips saved from outright femininity by the masculine set of his jawline below, and strong straight nose above. It was also a very mobile mouth, with a very mobile tongue.
Hyeonji's concentration was soon totally on that tongue, and the way its moist pink tip snaked out after every forkful of cake to sweep any crumbs back into his mouth, showing his dimples, leaving Hoseok's lips wet and glistening. Her stomach twisted at the thought of having that tongue-tip do the same to her lips, or having it dart between those same lips and slide deep into her waiting, wanting mouth. Hyeonji smothered a tortured groan and pressed her parched lips firmly together. What she would not give to have that experience...just once.
Regret that she hadn't taken Choon Hee and Han Byeol's advice and gone broke tonight with her appearance rose up to haunt her. Maybe, if she'd left her hair down and worn that perfume, Hoseok might have found more to admire than her slimmer body. Maybe, if she'd used make-up and worn a sexy scarlet lipstick, he might've been tempted to give her a goodnight kiss.
"What's the matter?" Hoseok asked as he placed his fork across the now an empty plate. Hyeonji was beyond pretending. The eyes she lifted to him were sad eyes. Eyes without hope. She was seeing the end of her dream here. Hoseok reached across the table and picked up her left hand. "Loving this Mr. X is making you terribly unhappy, Hyeonji, isn't it?"
Not till today, she accepted with a degree of surprise. Before today, it had been quite a lovely dream. And she had had his friendship to sustain her. How many girls did she know who loved lesser men? Unworthy individuals. Creeps, even. Hoseok was a man amongst men. He was handsome and clever and essentially good. He loved life, and his mother, and he loved her, in a lukewarm brotherly kind of way. Hyeonji could see that now. "Is there anything I could do to help?" he asked gently, stroking his thumb along the top of her hand all the while.
Hyeonji stiffened under the tingly electric feelings it was sending through her. "I don't think so," she said tautly. "It's my problem, and as I've said I decided to move on soon."
"I think that would be the best Hyeonji, forget this idiot. He doesn't know a good thing when he sees it." Hyeonji merely smiled and finally extracted her hand from under his. Hoseok straightened and studied her with still worried eyes. "Why don't you do what my mother does when she's down and wants a lift? Go get yourself a new hairstyle. New clothes. New look altogether."
A bit late for that, she thought, even if I had the money. But Hoseok's words piqued her curiosity. "What would you suggest?" she asked him. "I mean, what do you think would suit me?"
Hoseok laughed "Good God, don't go asking me. I have no idea"
"Hobi, you just asked me if you could help, but as soon as I ask something of you, you opt out. Look, you're a trained artist, with an eye for design, shape and color. Think of me as one of your graphic design projects. Pretend you have me up on the screen of your computer, and then make me over to your personal taste and liking."
"My personal taste and liking? Wouldn't it be better if I made you over to Mr. X's personal taste and liking?" he asked. "You and him are similar types," she invented, warming to the game again with each passing moment. Not only that, she was going to take his advice. Whatever Hoseok suggested she would do, and to hell with the money. She would beg, borrow or steal some if she had to.
His smile was wry. "I thought you just said you were moving on."
"It's a woman's privilege to change her mind." Hoseok shook his head, his eyes wry. "Somehow I pity this Mr. X. he might not know it yet but he's not going to get a way easily, is he?"
"Do stop quibbling, Hobi. Just give me the once over and tell me what to change." She sat up straight and smiled encouragingly at him. Hoseok frowned as he looked over, then shook his head. "Honestly, I don't feel comfortable with this. You're not a graphic design project. You're a female...with feelings."
Hyeonji's eyebrows arched. "Goodness, Hobi, that's observant of you. But I shall bravely put aside my feminine sensitivity long enough to hear your unqualified opinion. You said you always admired my honesty when I gave you my opinion. Now I'm asking for yours."
He stared at her, still frowning, then shook his head again. "I'm sorry, Hyeonji, I really must decline. I suggest you get an experts opinion."
"I don't want an expert's opinion. I want yours. Okay. If you don't tell me straight out, how about we play tick on of the boxes?" as she attempts to push out answers from Hoseok. "Tick one of the boxes?" he said with a confused look in his face.
"Yes, I will suggest a change, then give three possible courses of action. You tell me which one you think will suit me best." Hoseok shrugged "If you must. But I won't give any promises of guarantees." Hyeonji smiled. "All care and no responsibility?"
He smiled back "Something like that."
"Fair enough. First thing on our agenda is my hair. I'm going to have it cut, normally it's always just an inch or two off from my waist, should I go shoulder-length, jaw-length or really short?" he tipped his head on one side to consider his answer "Shoulder-length" he said at last. "You have an elegant neck. It's a shame to ever hide it, plus you can style it still."
Hyeonji's hand automatically fluttered up to her throat, her stomach curling over at the compliment. She would have to have a good look at her neck when she got home. "What...what about color?" she finally went on, hoping she wasn't blushing. "What do you think would suit me best? Blonde, brunette or redhead?"
"Why don't you just leave it the color it is?" he asks. "No way! I've lived with this color long enough, thank you very much. There's going to be nothing mousy about me from now on. I can tell you! Now choose!"
Hoseok sighed. "Okay, but be it on your hear."
"Well, it will be won't it?" He shook his head at her. "First sarcasm. Now a savage wit. What next?" Hyeonji crossed her arms on the table. "Blonde? Brunette? Or Redhead?"
"Hmmm. Well, you have a fair delicate skin usually associated with redheads, but please, not one of those harsh reds. A rich copper color would be nice." He says nodding in approval. "A rich copper color," she repeated, swallowing nervously. Somehow she just couldn't see herself with a shorter red hair. Good God, this was going to take some courage, but she was determined.
Hyeonji opened her mouth to ask Hoseok about make-up, then she shut it again. A man wouldn't know much about that. She would have to consult an expert, maybe in the cosmetics section of a department store. She began totting-up the cost so far. A top hair-dresser. A dye job, which would need retouching every six to eight weeks. New make-up. Not to mention a new wardrobe. Goodness, the mind boggled.
"What about clothes?" she continued. "I mean...what kind of clothes do you like a girl to wear? Of course I realize I don't have a spectacular figure like Tinashe, but I'm not too bad these days."
"Don't underestimate yourself Hyeonjj" he said brusquely. "I've been noticing tonight what a good little figure you have –one which you seem to have hidden successfully for years. You have more than adequate bust, a very shapely bottom and a nice little waist. You also have remarkably good legs for such a short girl."
A shocked of delight rippled through Hyeonji. The girls had said that she had a good figure, but hearing Hoseok say so was wonderful! And to think all he could find to criticize was her height. "Unfortunately Hobi" she said, "there's nothing I can do about being short. I would dearly love to be taller, believe me."
"Your Mr. X is tall, then?"
"Fairly. And he likes tall girls" she answers back.
"Stupid man. Doesn't he know good things come in small packages?" he sounded decidedly irritable. "I suppose you could always wear higher heels than what you have on. You could also give the illusion of further height by shortening your skirts. Though I prefer girls in flats and short skirts."
"I have no intention of going to work every day in five-inch heels and minis!" Hyeonji says appalled at the idea. Hoseok gave her a long and hard look. "You see this Mr. X at work, do you?"
"Er...not very often." She replied. "Then what you wear to work is irrelevant. What you wear when he's around is another thing entirely."
"If I go to the trouble and expense of all these changes, Hobi," she said firmly, "then it won't be for Mr. X. it will be for me." She smiled.
"Sure, Hyeonji, sure. By the way, I don't like stripes, checks or floral prints. I like my women in figure-hugging clothes in strong block colors." When Hyeonji gave him a blank look, he smiled a drily amused smile. "You said Mr. X would have similar tastes to me. Please don't go on pretending this isn't for him. It insults my intelligence."
Hyeonji laughs at Hoseok "All right. I won't insult your intelligence. Go on. What else do you like?"
"I don't like girls to wear pants."
Hyeonji gaped at him. "If you think I'm going to swan around without my underwear on, then you have another thing coming!" His expression was droll. "Pants, Kang Hyeonji. Not panties. I'm talking about slack suits, or trousers, if you will."
"Oh..."
"I don't mind tights. Or jeans, provided they fit well, really well. Men are attracted to a woman's shape. They like to see it" then he gives her a smirk.
"You're a sexist, do you know that?" with an eyebrow quirked. The corner of his mouth lifted in a wickedly attractive smile. "Yes. I like sex. Very much. Is that what you mean by sexist?"
"No and you darned well know it!" Hyeonjj gawks at Hoseok. He looked at her for a long time before speaking. "Do you like sex, Hyeonji?"
She went bright red. "I think that's a very personal question."
"Not really. It was a general one. I'm not asking for a blow-by-blow description of every sexual experience you've had." He says laughing at her.
"Well, if you did, it would be a mighty short conversation," she snapped. "In fact, I wouldn't have to say a word."
He just stared at her. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" he asked at last in hushed tones. His obvious shock infuriated her, as did her having blurted out the truth. But she wasn't about to go shy and embarrassed on him. Pride demanded she hold her head high.
"Really, Hoseok. There's no need to whisper," she said coolly. "I am not ashamed of my virginity."
"But you're twenty-three, Hyeonji!" he says.
"So what? Is there a prescribed date for such dubious milestones? Where is it written in stone that a girl must lose her virginity before such and such a date? I happen to be waiting for someone special. I didn't want to throw it away on some fumbling boy down behind the school gym, or in the back of a car after a party. And don't think I haven't had any offers," she lied. "Because I have!"
Hoseok's brown eyes darkened. "You're waiting for this Mr. X, aren't you?"
"And if I am? What's it to you?" she says defensively.
He seemed taken back, then almost outraged. "You're my best friend, damn it! I don't want to see you hurt." Hyeonji was touched, and terribly close to tears. It was a struggle to retain her composure and sense of proportion. If nothing else, she'd made up her mind tonight to do something about changing her dreary appearance. On top of that, her friendship with Hoseok had subtly shifted into a deeper plane, more like that of true best friends. There was something very intimate and bonding about sharing confidences.
So now he knew she was a virgin. It was not such a disaster. How could the truth hurt? "I'll be all right, Hobi," she said, and actually reached out to touch his hand in a comforting gesture. "Please don't worry about me and Mr. X. Just promise me you'll be there...when and if I need you."
She looked deep into his eyes and was moved by the sincerity of the affection for her she saw there. "I think you better take me home now," she said softly. "Tomorrow's a working day."
Chapter 05
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