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The Case File – Mice and Murder Ep 2

The Case of the Dismal Dinner

Summary

Welcome back to our flashback/Tisch fight already in progress where we learn what Daisy and Sly’s shared look was about while Rekha and Grant go for the proverbial jugular emotionally. It’s 12 years ago and Sylvester is tracking down a stolen diadem, the very same diadem that he sees Daisy swipe off the thief who has it (a jackal named Roscoe McCoy in case that matters). Sly swipes it back from her and, when she notices, she sniffs it down to his train car where he is sitting in the dark, waiting for her. He doesn’t turn the lights on, opting instead to dramatically strike a match to light his pipe, illuminating himself sitting in a big chair, holding the stolen item.

Daisy tries to bluff like she’s Virginia Chase, the owner of the diadem, but Sly knows that’s not true because he was hired by the real Virginia to track it down. Daisy is usually a better liar than this but she is insta-smitten by this figurative and literal fox and it’s throwing her off her game. But before they can continue their little tete-a-tete, they hear a gunshot ring out from Daisy’s room and know Roscoe and his guys are coming after her. Sly stuffs Daisy in a trunk before the boys show up and they actually seem a little impressed to meet him, him being a famous detective and all, but a Nat 1 deception means they hear Daisy being huffy in the chest and a fight/escape scene that Brennan takes over narration for ensues.

After that, Sly and Daisy become close really quickly and partners in both senses of the word. Daisy tells him she’s an American PI and they work together on cases, travel the world, and become engaged within the year. But, the day before the wedding, when Sly is alone, he discovers all the documentation proving that Daisy lied about who she is, is actually a criminal, and has been using their partnership to sell information to other criminals.

She shows up and tries to pretend like she’s being set up but he replies, “You being duped is the only lie you’ve told I can’t believe.” He says that being with her changed him. He didn’t think he had it in him to actually love another person. He forgives her. He still wants to get married. Daisy is thrown by this reaction. She tells him she’s not gonna change for him and he might as well leave her. She’s being all unapologetic femme fatale about it but he gets the sense that under her bravado she’s low key pleading with him to give up on her. He doesn’t want to. He can’t. He still shows up the next day in his wedding tux. Daisy is nowhere to be seen. When he goes home, there’s a deerstalker cap on his porch and a note that just reads “-D”.

And we snap back to the present where Daisy is trying to figure out if she can take advantage of Lucretia’s fascination with the occult and all the rich vulnerable people present to make some money. Meanwhile, Sly has been totally rocked by seeing Daisy and is drowning his sorrows at the bar with Ollie, the otter bartender. Squire Badger (which is what I’ll be calling William) shows up and, in not so many words, threatens Sly for having not solved the case and making a fool of him. He says, “You’re not gonna rub my nose in this.” Move your nose then bitch, says Sly on a dirty 20 intimidation check. He’s sad about girl problems, not you! Squire Badger is scared off, but he looks like he knows something that Sly doesn’t. That someone is coming for him.

Buckster (and Ian too btw) clocked the above conversation and sidles up to Sly at the bar. See, not only does Buckster know about Sly and Daisy’s history, he knew it was happening *while* it was happening. Sly used up all his cool swagger on the Squire so by the time Buckster shows up he’s a whole mess over Daisy. Buckster starts implying that maybe they can help each other out since they both dislike the Squire and with Sly’s Nat 20 Insight, they can totally clock each other’s double meanings perfectly. It’s a very cool game thing where Sly and Buckster are having an innocuous conversation about the weather or whatever but Grant and Sam are just saying what they mean. It’s like they’re having a telepathic conversation. Sly agrees that the enemy of his enemy is his friend and he’ll go along with Buck’s plans as long as he can keep his hands clean, even if he doesn’t really care for Buck himself.

At the same time Gangie is in the kitchens getting fed (see the notes for a full list of kitchen staffers and other NPCs) and after the staff leaves, Gangie is told by Ambrose Harding (the Squire’s turtle valet) that there’s is business for him to attend to after dinner.

Buckster talks to Lawrence Longfoot--the rabbit photographer from last ep who we learn runs a trash newspaper. He and Buck bond over being trash and he gets a pic of Sly and Buck together.

Vicar Ian goes to talk to the Squire and basically tries to (openly) suss out whether the money was a bribe or a setup or what? Like, people are fully there (including the Lady Fawnbrook and her gossipy cat wife Tabitha). They snipe at each other a bit and then the Squire reveals that he’s talked him up to the Cardinal and the Cardinal agreed that he’s such a good vicar, he should be moved to Siberia. The decision has already been made and Ian doesn’t have the pull in the church to do anything about it. Yikes.

Before dinner, the rat butler catches Buck and asks if he has time to talk to Squire Badger. Buck agrees to go with him and he’s taken to the billiards room where the Squire is along with Harding and James Hawkins, Squire’s Hawk war buddy (a literal war hawk). Buck immediately puts his foot in his mouth by messing up the Squire’s title with his American ignorance of British peerage rules which annoys him, the elitism of it all. The Squire’s friends leave and then Buck starts talking about PR and how this whole situation has been bad PR for the Squire and it would be a shame if his PR got even worse. The suggestion of blackmail sends the Squire into a full honey badger don’t care style rage and he knocks TF out of Buck, flips the pool table, and then catches himself and scurries off. Daisy, Sly, and Gangie all hear this conversation from their positions in the house via the pipes running through the manor. Buck picks himself up and, on a 25, realizes that two of the mouse maids were hiding behind a curtain, hearing the whole thing (specifically, Edwina Thimble and Carolyn Dickory--oh like hickory dickory doc, BRENNAN) . They were playing hooky so he flips them a coin each and they all agree that no one saw or heard anything. “Two blind mice, see how they run,” he quips as they leave (sidenote, what a morbid nursery rhyme to exist in that world--to be fair, it’s pretty morbid as is).

Lucretia decides to turn the séance into a post dinner séance but still brings Daisy and Lars to see her occult room which is full of crap from, as Rekha said, “1800s Party City”. Lucretia does a hilariously vague read on Daisy and says that there’s something happening with her involving a man she knew or maybe still knows but she’s in her feelings about Sly so it kinda shakes her up. She tries to get Lucretia to charge for her “””incredible gift””” (so she can skim off the top of course) but Lucretia thinks it would be a misuse of her ~talents~. She does give Daisy an incredibly broad as to be useless even if magic exists blessing before she leaves.

Once she does, Daisy scopes out the room (which she realizes must have been retrofitted for Lucretia and wasn’t previously a séance room) and sees that the one thing in the room that doesn’t really match the aesthetic is a giant portrait of one of the previous squire badgers. On a 24 she notices two things: (1) the painting has recently been restored with new paint and (2) the frame is bolted to the wall. She wants to check it out but Lars is right there so she makes a note to check it out later and leaves.

Lars, being a very ride or die friend for Sly, bounds after her and basically calls her trash and tries to tempt her with garbage so she’ll lose composure and start chowing down. She drools at the sight but keeps it together and leaves. Lars runs off to tell Sly that they were a good good dog and gives him a full play by play.

Gangie meanwhile is watching a small argument between the butler and Harding in the servant’s quarters hallway and he realizes that he’s being talked about in veiled language. The butler is questioning Gangie’s employment and Harding says that, as servants, they shouldn’t question their master and that Gangie is employed for reasons that Squire Badger is aware of and reasons he is not. Hmm. Gangie realizes that Harding knows about his past which is weird because Gangie’s criminal record doesn’t follow him. There’s no internet. So what reason would this guy have to know about him?

Gangie doesn’t like this and decides to dip and steal some silverware on the way out. Mrs. Molesley (who I’ll be calling Mrs. M from now on) helps him (lol I’m not entirely sure if she didn’t know what he was doing or if she’s just down with stealing) and says that she’s been working there since Squire Badger was in diapers (she was his nanny) and if anyone bullies Gangie, she’ll take care of them. She also offers to make him a sweater so he doesn’t get cold and she’s just so nice that Gangie has to say yes. He looks to make sure no one is around and gives her a dandelion he picked. Cute!!!

And now it’s time for dinner and our very first box of doom roll for the most terrifying encounter of all: how close you have to sit next to your bitter ex! This is of course for Sly and Daisy with higher than a 15 meaning they don’t have to sit next to each other and anything lower meaning they have to sit pretty close. It is the first BOD roll I’ve ever wanted them to fail (mmm, except maybe Adaine’s werewolf roll but that’s a different conversation).

It’s in the 6-10 bracket which means they’re sitting across from each other (below that would have been them next to each other). Everyone is seated based on how on Squire Badger’s shitlist they are. So you have Ian at the absolute back. Sly to his right and Daisy on his left. The Buckster and Lars to the right and left after that. Then Armond (armadillo lawyer guy) and a snail guy because Brennan is a madman who cannot be stopped. Constance (Squire’s daughter) makes a toast to her dad wishing him well even though they haven’t always seen eye to eye (hmmm).

Buckster fills in Daisy on his confrontation with the Squire quietly enough that no one else hears. Daisy then turns to Sly and says she hopes they can be civil. Sly is like, “Sure Ms. DUMPSTER.” They’re the kind of exes who know exactly how to hurt each other but are also super open to being hurt. Emotional glass cannons is how Brennan describes it.

Buckster is given a note by Harding from Squire Badger and, once dinner is over, he takes Daisy off to the side to read it. Gangie follows, unseen. Ian, who recently prayed to God and got not super clear results goes to talk to Luecretia to see if maybe ghosts can help him instead. She is, as usual, not super helpful but does rush out to get her very necessary ritual dagger and declares to everyone that if anyone sees a ghost they have to tell her. As she says this, there is a flash of lightning and, through the window, Sylvester sees just for a moment the form of his nemesis, Fletcher Cottonbotton (who is by the docks).

Anyway, Buckster reads the note. It’s a document from the Squire selling his interest in BB Industries (Buck’s oil company) to Hazel Hogswallop who is another small shareholder in BB Industries. But, in doing so, it names Josiah Jackrabbit (one of his competitors) her proxy which means he’ll be able to vote on things (and with a lot of power with all that stock). The contract was written in fresh ink which means (1) it was probably written after their fight and (2) hasn’t been mailed yet (I smell a heist attempt). Buck rolls insight on the writing (mastermind rogue ability) and with a 27 senses that the Squire has gone off his rocker. This isn’t going to make him any money. Josiah doesn’t have enough liquid cash to pay him what this is worth. And the thing with Hazel would have taken time to set up. This has been in the works for a while and he’s been sitting on it until the time was right. And he senses, like Sly and Gangie did earlier, that someone besides the Squire is pulling the strings.

Then Gangie suddenly hears Constance’s distressed voice through the pipes from upstairs: “Father you’re possessed! You’re a mad man! This will never work. Speak of this to me never again.” And she slams the door (Buck, Daisy, and Gangie all hear). Constance comes downstairs and Squire Badger follows, looking upset. Mrs. M checks in on him too see if he’s eaten and he kind of gruffly has her follow him (along with Mr. Harding) into the drawing room.

There is a scream. Something drops. Silence. Footsteps. A door opens. Then a voice, “My God!”

Everyone rolls initiative. Ian moves first and, upon hearing all the commotion, gathers everyone together to go towards the sound (interesting choice but sure). Daisy recognizes that the scream heard was Mrs. M but barely knows who she is. She goes towards the commotion anyway. Gangie also goes towards the scream. Buckster grabs his gun (well he says “weapon”, but it’s gotta be a gun, right?) and makes like he’s following her but actually hides. Lars and Sylvester go towards the scream.

With everyone gathered, Ambrose opens the door. Inside they see Mrs. M, her hands covered in blood (my guess? From trying to stop the bleeding), kneeling on the ground over the dead body of the Squire. The room is a mess and stuff is scattered everywhere. There is a bloody knife in the Squire’s hand and a stab wound over his heart. Ms. M, who is distressed as hell, says there was something wrong with him. There was a flash, and she looked down and he was stabbing himself. Everyone thinks this is suspicious as hell. She was the only one in the room. Everyone looks to Sly, the famous detective who is not in the presence of a murder case in progress. What does Sly say? “Lady Lucretia. I’ve seen a ghost.”

Case Notes

I have to acknowledge how ON FIRE Grant was this episode. Like everyone was. Buck was great with the Squire. Daisy and Lars sniping at each other was fun. But man Grant had so many good lines. The “move your nose”. The heartbreak with Daisy (ugh, so sad!) And that blackout line!!! I am biased towards foxes as you can see from my avatar so I am very here for this great fox rep.

Based on the way their staredown went last ep I kinda thought Daisy was the wronged party but ugh. Slyyyyyyy. He forgave herrrrrrr. And he still went to the alter. Daisy how you could youuuuuuu?

Also, sigh, Fox and the Hound. I keep getting hit with these after the fact.

I loved Rekha’s “Of the Chase Sapphire’s?” improv.

That racoon/mink line was so sleazy. Weird compliment but Brennan is good at being animal-racist. Sidenote, Daisy makes a comment about being careful being a fox in England which I presume is a ref to fox hunting and like the implication of that are como se dice troubling.

Here are all the new NPCs for this ep and here’s a full NPC guide that also includes the list of names Gangie gave Buck which Buck shares with Daisy this ep.

And on that topic I can’t get over the concept of a married couple named Millie Molton and Mollie Milton. Like, did they get married solely for the bit???

The best Ian-ism of the ep was him talking about getting rejected from Siberia. Poor guy.

Fave OOC moment was everyone at the table getting aggressively patriotic in response to the Squire being dismissive to Buck. There is nothing funnier than someone singing a purposefully overwrought version of I’m Proud to Be An American.

“It’s 2020 for us bitch!”

The moment Mrs. M said she was gonna make Gangie a sweater I was scared for her. Sweaters take a long time to get made. I was like oh no. The plot is gonna stop you from making that sweater isn’t it. I’m willing to be proven wrong (Brennan loves his maids with secrets, see: Cathilda) but she seems super sweet and if anything happens to her I’m going to be upset.

What’s behind the painting Brennan. I know there’s a door. I know this house is full of secret tunnels and revolving bookshelves and all that. Let me see it!

One great little moment was when there was a flash of lightning and the minis for Sly and Lars like stop motion moved to look at it. Just great attention to detail. The work that gets put into this show is incredible.

Edit: A note I forgot to mention. There’s gotta be a secret door in the room where it happened, right? Like, creep in, flash of light to mess up her vision, do some shenanigans, peace out.

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #mice and murder #mice and murder spoilers #the case file #(just under the wire! I had a busy week guys.)

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theshy1sout · 3 years

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A boys’ day

Sup, buddies. Another precious collab! This time with @censuredface

It’s a wholesome moment of Hickory, Branch and Milton’s friendship. My part is background of the pic and oneshot below (ao3 here). And CF drew the precious boysss. Enjoy :D

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- A girls' day? - Branch groans out. - Again?

- Come on, we are hanging out almost every day - Poppy smiles at him, carelessly. - One "girls' day" per week isn't a big deal.

- Yes, but the thing you call "hanging out every day" is doing your royal duties - He crosses his arms on his chest, giving her a sight of disapproval. - I'm not a king.

- Yet. - The Queen smirks at him. - Besides that, I've never forced you to help me with my tasks. It's you who offers me help. You like it. I tell you we can picnic or something, but you're always "no, Poppy. You're queen, your duties are always the first thing to do".

Branch looks away, grimacing even more. The pink troll puts her hands on her hips, knowing exactly what's going on in his boyfriend's head.

- You are just jealous of me spending time with my friends - She throws at him nonchalantly.

- Pff, no. - He huffs. - I just want my own "Branch day only with Poppy"

- Every Sunday is "only Branch and Poppy day". Not a good argument.

- I can do stuff without you! - He still sounds offended. - I have my hobbies. And I have my own friends. I have my own life, I'm not a kid who doesn't know what to do without you.

- That's also not what I'm saying.

- I'm not jealous!

- Branch - She grabs his hands, stopping him from speaking with them. - If you want to do a "boys' day", you can. You just can.

He blinks at her.

- A boys' day? - He disbelieves and watches as she nods.

- A boys' day - She repeats calmly. - You can invite your friends, your own friends, and do your stuff.

He gazes at her with wide-open eyes and a half-open mouth.

- Okay... - Branch takes a deep breath. - I guess I was a bit jealous...

She chuckles.

- I can do a boys' day... - He whispers revealingly, making Poppy laugh heartily.

- Go for it, my man! - She squeezes his hands cheerfully, grinning at him. - You can do it! Go, invite boys!

This time Branch giggles, too.

- Am I still that idiot about "friendship's things"?

- Yep. But you are my idiot - Poppy beams, planting a peck kiss on his cheek. - Go, invite your boys.

He chuckles.

- Okay.

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- Maybe you are wondering why I gathered you in my bunker at 7 a.m.

- Yes! - Hickory calls out. - That's exactly what I'm asking you!

- I think it was part of his opening - Milton whispers to the yodelist. - You know, rhetorical question.

- Oh... - Only now the orange troll notices Branch's discontent face. - I'm sorry. Go on.

The blue troll clears his throat and starts again.

- I'm sure you're wondering why I gathered you here. The thing is... You are now part of a boys' day! - He beams, throwing his arms in the air.

His two friends stare at him in silent misunderstanding.

- Hurray? - Milton says shyly.

Branch heaves a heavy sigh, dropping his arm.

- So you also don't know what a boys' day looks like - He murmurs with dissatisfaction. - I was hoping you would help me.

- I think it's more like a girls' thing to do stuff like that - Hickory points out. - I've never heard of such a thing as a boys' day.

- So maybe we can be first? - Vet suggests shyly.

- I mean, Poppy said it's just about doing our stuff together - Branch explains. - Like ya know, our hobbies.

- Oh, okay - Hickory says. - We can do that. But why did you wake us so early?

- It's not that early. It's 7 am. - Milton frowns.

- Oh, I didn't tell you - The blue troll grins awkwardly at the yodelist's bags under his eyes. - Milton and I are 'early birds', ya know. I didn't know you weren't. I have some coffee, want some?

- Yeah - Hickory yawns loudly.

After a few minutes they are sitting around the kitchen room, holding cups with warm black coffee. Except for Milton. He uses a lot of milk.

- So first thing first - Branch smiles at the white sheet of paper he puts on the tabletop. - We have to make a schedule.

- Seriously - Hickory grimaces.

- Just a simple general order of things we're gonna do today - The survivalist explains. - My idea is that we can do our favorite things, I mean, everyone shows us something he likes, and we are gonna do that.

- Oh! We can go to my pet house - Milton beams. - I can show you my animals.

- Well, okay then - Branch writes something down on the paper. - We can do this first. And then I wanted to give you an archery lesson. What do you think?

- Cool - Hickory mumbles from above his cup.

- And you?

Yodelist needs a few seconds to understand this question was to him.

- Oh. Umm... - He frowns from thinking intensively. - Oh! I know! I can teach you yodeling.

Milton and Branch stare at his wide smile with unconcealed fear.

- Don't worry, it's not that hard - Hickory takes another sip of his coffee. - It's gonna be fun, just fun.

- Okay - Branch looks at his list and adds a new point. - So I guess we have the whole plan already.

- And you know what time it is - The yodelist murmurs, finishing his coffee and looking for the clock.

Milton stands up so sharply, making them both jump and almost spills coffees on the tables.

- It's pet time! - The vet cheers joyfully.

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- Okay, so when you said "pet time" I imagined puppies, kitties, you know - Hickory shrugs his shoulders. - Hamsters and stuff. Not a giant octopus!

The long fluffy vivid orange arm of the creature is embracing the yodelist so tightly that he barely can breathe.

- Her name is Bibi - Milton explains, caressing one of the creature's arms. - And it's a Snuggle Squid. She's Ginger Jo's charge. Jojo likes big animals a lot.

Hickory is so glad that now he knows the giant octopus's name, but he would rather take some space. He frantically needs air.

- Is she gonna eat me? - He breathes out weakly.

- No, she just wants to hug you - The vet watches him with a little surprise. - Isn't that a bit too tight for you, Hick?

- DON'T SAY.

- Why don't you just tell her to loosen her grip? - Milton asks innocently.

- Oh... - Hickory looks up at the creature's face. - Umm... Bibi? Can you... uh... Stop squeezing me so tight?

The squid glances at him with her huge navy eyes and purrs so loud, that the yodelist feels her skin vibrate. She loosens her grips and all of a sudden her fluffy snuggle becomes less murderous and more pleasant. The orange troll relaxes and feels better than ever, melting with every second in the huge warm squid's arm.

- She's enchanting, doesn't she? - Milton smiles.

- I've never felt so loved... - Hickory whispers weakly, melting more and more.

- And how are you doing, Branch? - The vet turns to the survivalist on the other side of the pen. - Have you combed Valentino's fur?

The blue troll is sitting on the grass, the brush is lying next to him. The vivid green cat with a red round head is cozying up to him, nestling his muzzle into his chest.

- I lost control - Branch smiles awkwardly at the cat. - I thought you said that Valentino loved combing.

- He does - Milton admits. - But he also loves cuddling. Especially if someone smells like lavender.

- How do you know about my lavender shampoo - Branch whispers firmly, looking at him suspiciously.

- I don't. I just know that Valentino loves lavender - The vet shrugs his shoulders shyly.

The blue troll lifts his hand above the cat nestling on his lap. He's staring at the creature, hesitating to pet him.

- Please don't tell anyone - Branch says and in the very same moment he cuddles tightly but carefully into Valentino, hiding his face into his fluffy fur. He embraces the cat with both of his arms. Milton hears purring and to be honest he isn't sure who's purring.

- Oh, look who hops to us - The violet troll smiles at the grey creature sniffing his feet. He gets down to it. - Good morning, Hilary Mr. Dust Bunny. How are you doing today?

The bunny looks up at him and purses his little green nose.

- Oh, come here, you little - Milton grabs him and lifts, standing up. He starts petting him gently and the bunny looks content.

- Milton! Look!

Hickory runs to him with a wide smile on his face. He stands in front of the vet, presenting a long green snake in white stripes. Its tail is stretching around the yodelist's arms and neck and its head, with a red tongue appearing from time to time from its mouth, is looking around from the big orange hand.

- I think he likes me, too - Hickory points at the snake with genuine happiness in his voice.

- It's ‘she’ - Milton corrects him.

- Oh.

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The "pet time" went great, so it is time for archery. Branch is already prepared (as always). He gives his friends bows, helping them to choose the well-balanced ones for them.

- Okay, so now focus, guys - Branch shows them arrows. - Archery it's as fluffy and easy as taking care of the critters. Take one arrow and listen to me, do nothing without my permission. Understand?

- Ay ay, captain! - Hickory calls, grinning.

- Now, the aim is there - The survivalist points at the birk far from them. The round red board is so visible on the background of white trunks. - It's huge enough for you to shoot it.

- Ha. Ha. Ha. - The yodelist says sarcastically.

- I'm serious, archery isn't a safe kind of fun.

- I thought you prefer safe things...

- I prefer to be safe - Branch cuts him. - And weapons make me safe. Okay?

- Okay, captain.

- Now - Branch lifts his bow, putting the arrow on the bowstring and stringing it. - Rule number one, never aim into a troll.

- Should I take notes, captain? - Hickory jokes, but it doesn't distract Branch from aiming.

- Rule number two; when you're aiming, never focus on the point you want to shoot. Your whole body is slightly vibrating. You have to feel the rhythm of your body, the rhythm of your breath, your heart, and your blood.

Branch takes a deep breath, not taking his eyes from the board.

- So poetic - Hickory chuckles. - No wonder Poppy's crazy about ya.

- Focus - The survivalist cuts him off again. - Put the arrow on your bowstring.

- Jawohl Kapitän!

- When you feel your rhythm - Branch goes on. - You can notice that the top of the arrow is drawing a little circle.

- Oh mein, you're right!

- Lift the bow to make the highest point of the circle touch the point you want to shoot. And you have to uncling the arrow when its top is at the lowest point of the circle.

The quiet whistle flies away next to Branch's left ear and then he notices an arrow digging into the ground under the red board. He gets his bow down and gives Hickory a disapproving sight.

- I'm sorry - The orange troll grins nervously. - I know, the permission, I should've waited for permission.

Branch lifts his bow again. He aims and shoots. His arrow hits right in the middle of the board, with triumphal 'bong'.

- Wow - Hickory whispers genuinely impressed.

- See? It's not that hard if you actually get focus - The survivalist starts walking to the board to take the arrows back. - Next time remember to wait until I say something like "Now you can shoot!" or...

A loud whizz right next to his ear freezes him. The white arrow hits the board with cheerful "bong", and Branch feels his legs getting weak.

- Oh, I'm-I'm sorry - Milton says shyly, getting his bow down. - I was so focused on waiting for permission... I thought I...

Branch turns to him with his bloodless face. He takes a very deep breath. He puts his hands on his hips.

- Heh, we forgot about you... - Hickory chuckles awkwardly at the violet troll.

- New rule - The survivalist announces quietly, staring with his wide-open eyes at the ground. - Never go for an arrow before we run out of arrows...

Milton laughs nervously.

- I'm really sorry...

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- I... I thought... - Branch pants. - I thought when you said... Yodeling... You meant.. like... Karaoke or something... Not... not hiking!

Hickory laughs at his friends, standing already on the top of the mountain.

- Milton! - He calls the vet out. - Come here!

- But there's a Fluffhogs! - The violet troll screams down the path. - It's a pretty rare species! It's yellow, guys! YELLOW!

- Milton, come here!

- He can stay there - Branch breathes out, reaching the top. - I can wait here - He adds, lying down.

- I thought you're more athletic - Hickory lifts his eyebrow.

- I'm the forest survivalist - The blue troll points out, still puffing. - I live in the jungle... There are more trees than space to run... We, Pop Trolls, have very athletic hair... Not legs.

- Oh, yeah, I've noticed you use hair more often than others - The yodelist thinks out loud. - It's like your fifth limb.

Then they hear quick steps coming closer and louder. Soon they see Milton, holding a little flower in his hand and panting loudly of course.

- Look! - He presents the plant. - Fluffhog!

Little yellow balls are lying between the white petals and shaking slightly.

- You mean those tiny specks? - Hickory asks shyly.

- They're baby fluffhogs! - Milton beams with hearts in his eyes. - Aren't they so cute?

Branch stands up heavily and finding his balance he takes a peek at the flower.

- Oh, yellow baby fluffhogs - He smiles, still breathing heavily. - I've never seen yellow ones.

- I know, right??

- Okay, plants' lovers - Hickory interrupts them. - I'm sure you are wondering why I gathered you here.

- That's what I'm asking you, yes - The blue troll huffs.

- It's my favorite place with such a perfect echo for yodeling!

- Yay...

- Branch, I know Hickory annoyed you a bit lately - Milton turns to his blue friend with such an official tone. - But sarcastic revenge isn't a solution. Let's respect our new friend and his... specific hobby and have fun, hm? - He smiles at the end and the blue troll groans out.

- Fine...

- Okay! - Hickory grins at them. - So if we're over the blowing exercise - Branch blows a raspberry. - We are ready for the harder part. We are gonna sing vowels as clear and long as we can in one breath. Are you ready?

- Yes! - Milton cheers.

They all start singing "a'' and the echo makes it really loud. They are stretching it and stretching in one breath. Soon Milton gives up, losing his air. Even if just a minute ago Branch was panting, now he matches Hickory in singing and doesn't stop the note until the yodelist stops.

- Wow, I have to say, that was impressive - The orange troll complements his friend.

- You have no idea how much I practice singing with Poppy - Branch sighs heavily. - She's singing non-stop. And "who sings the longest" is one of her favorite competitions.

- Oh, so you want to compete? - Hickory beams with a smirk.

- I didn't say that!

- Okay, so who sings the longest! - The yodelist announces. - Ready, steady, GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO........

~~~~~~~~~~

- Hi, boys! - Poppy walks to the table and takes a seat. - How was your boys' day?

- Umm... - Milton looks unsurely at Branch, who's holding a big cup of warm milk with honey, a medicine for the throat.

- It was nice - The blue troll rasps slowly. - We have a little competition. Guess who won?

- I still can't believe it - Hickory frowns at his huge mug of beer. - I've been training yodeling since I hatched. I should've won...

- Ha.ha.ha. - Branch rasps slowly with a wide satisfied smirk and then takes a loud sip from his cup.

- Branch loves fluffy cats - Milton whispers to Poppy, making the survivalist hit his cup at the table.

- I told you to not tell anyone!

Poppy gets down to Milton's ears and whispers:

- I know, and he also purrs.

The blue troll makes an offended face and hides behind his cup.

- Anyway, that was... Really specific day - Hickory points out.

- Yep - Branch nods.

- We should definitely do that again! - Milton beams.

- Yep

- Agree

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sugarsugarmoon · 4 years

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Summary: A year after the start of your relationship with Taehyung and Jungkook together, life seems pretty quiet and routine. A break from routine causes the three of you to come together in a way you haven’t in a long time.

Pairing: jjk x reader x kth

Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings: oh boy, oral sex, unprotected sex, multiple partners during sex, double penetration, dom!Taehyung, sub!Jungkook, switch!reader, anal sex, mentions of recreational alcohol use, swearing, copious amounts of stupid Harry Potter knowledge

a/n: I don’t know man. This was wild to write. This is a continuation of Powdered Moonstone and Pearl Dust. I hope you like it. Thank you to the amazing @fairyqook who read and edited it.

Word Count: 10k+

✨

When you open the door to your London apartment, you immediately inhale deeply at the dry air pregnant with the scent of flowers. The smell is welcoming and homey. Taehyung had recently taken on some herbological endeavours, planting countless magical and non-magical plants all over the sun-bathed the little apartment. They hung in planters above the ground, in the windows and in the kitchen. You loved the smell and the look of it. Jungkook tolerated it.

Taehyung had stayed for dinner with one of the other Aurors that he’d just finished a case with, but you wanted to get home, having accidentally worn your most uncomfortable shoes to work that day. You’d kissed him goodbye in the Ministry lobby and taken the Flue Network to a shop near your apartment.

You loved living in the muggle world, keeping a fairly “normal” life from the outside, but everything was magical inside. You had grown up in the muggle world and so had Jungkook. It was what you knew. Even though the two of you did magic every day, you still enjoyed the comfort of the muggle world. Plus, your relationship with Taehyung and Jungkook had proven to be the most magical part of your life outside of Hogwarts.

When you'd left Hogwarts, the transition had been a little bit difficult. You'd had someone housing and feeding you for 7 years, and house elves always cleaned up the common room and Great Hall. You hadn't had to be responsible, not with money, time, or your living arrangement, and it showed in the way the three of you took care of your home. It was a disaster much of the time for the first 2 months.

Once you'd gotten into the swing of things, it had gotten easier. The hardest part was that you hardly got to spend time with Jungkook because he was either training or travelling with the English National Quidditch team. When he came home in the evening, he was exhausted and unable to really give you or Taehyung any attention. It wasn't that your job wasn't demanding, it was, but it was a different kind of demanding.

Sometimes Jungkook got long weekends off or a bye week, and the three of you got to spend all of it cuddled up together, watching movies and making love.

Tonight is not one of those nights. You know that when Jungkook gets home, he will be tired and hungry and just want to relax. You figured that you could order out some food for the two of you, and maybe, just maybe, you could help him unwind in the shower.

Jungkook trudges through the front door of the apartment. His hair is flat, and he looks tired behind the eyes. You rush over to him and kiss him on the forehead.

"Hi Jungkookie. I missed you so much," you say, brushing his hair away from his forehead, planting gentle kisses on his cheeks and forehead.

He sighs deeply. "I missed you too darling. I just had a long day of practice."

You know that it's hard to practice Quidditch all day every day, but it feels like every day is a long day for him. You wish that you had your Jungkook back sometimes. This new Jungkook is exhausted and less full of life than you are used to. It hurts you to see him like this.

You let him sit on the couch, and you bring over two plates of food, one for each of you. You eat together quietly, but it’s not uncomfortable quiet. You are always comforted by his presence, and he and Tae are what feels like home to you. Even if you don’t feel the same passion as usual, you’ll always be happy just to be with him.

“JK, I thought maybe tonight, you might like some company in the shower.”

He looks up at you, a noodle falling out of his mouth. A slow, sleepy smile spreads across his face. He nods and puts his hand on your knee, running his fingers up and down your exposed skin.

After you finish eating, the two of you sleepily touch one another on the couch, wrapping your arms around each other, fingers tracing up his back and down your thighs.

You push yourself from the couch and make your way toward the bathroom. You turn on the faucet, then you start to undress, watching Jungkook watching you in the mirror as it starts to fog slightly at the top. When he looks up and catches your eye, you smile at him, dropping your bra from your tits. The nipples stand completely erect with the arousal that’s coursing through your vein.

You stand watching him naked in the mirror as he tosses his clothes aside. The muscles on his body ripple as he moves around. The sight of him is breathtaking and sinful. Finally, you turn to him, placing your lips against the skin on his neck. You take a slow path from his neck, up his chin, and onto his lips.

You kiss him deeply, slowly, and softly, experiencing every smooth millimetre of his lips. After a few minutes, the two of you transition to the shower. You lather his soap with your hands, and you scrub his skin for him. You make every effort to care for him. Squirting his shampoo into your hands, you make him turn so you can put it in his hair. He leans his head back, and you take your time massaging his scalp. The way he feels beneath your fingers is so sensual and so arousing. You can see that Jungkook is also aroused because his cock has grown hard between his legs.

Once you finish massaging, he turns and rinses the suds from his hickory toned locks. He switches places with you, letting the hot water pour over your head and drip down your limbs. He returns the care that you gave to him, washing your body and your hair. The act is so intimate, that you can't stop yourself from kissing him.

You wrap your fingers around his erect cock that rests between the two of you. It’s slick with the water, and your hand slides easily up and down his smooth skin. He moans slightly, and you feel a rush of arousal in your pussy. You want him more than you’ve wanted anything in a long time.

You drop to your knees before him, letting the water run off your back. You lick the tip of his cock, and then you can’t force yourself to tease any longer. You wrap your lips around the head and sink down on it. His cock slides easily into your mouth, and you open your throat. You take him as deeply as you can while using your fingers to gently roll his balls in your hand.

His hips thrust slightly while you continue your motion. You hear the bathroom door open, but you don’t stop.

“Hello, my loves,” Tae says, waiting a moment, then opening the shower curtain to see you in this compromising position. “Mind if I join?”

You nod slightly with Jungkook’s cock still in your mouth. Tae peels his clothes off and clambers into the shower a little clumsily. He immediately brings his mouth to Jungkook’s, and the two share a passionate kiss while you continue sucking Jungkook’s cock. Taehyung’s fingers lace into your hair and pull you gently away from Jungkook. He positions you slightly differently so you’re in front of him.

When your mouth drops open for him to do what he pleases, he whispers, “Good girl,” then returns to kissing Jungkook.

You use your hand to stroke Jungkook as your mouth pleasures Taehyung. Both men seem to be growing weaker and more desperate. Jungkook pulls you up off your knees into his chest. While facing Jungkook, his smooth chest against yours, Taehyung embraces you both from behind, his chest against your back.

You feel desperate for both of them. You need someone to fuck you right now. Though you’re all soaked with the water, Taehyung shuts off the nozzle and ushers you and Jungkook into your bedroom. No towels. The slickness of your bodies making everything that much sexier.

Taehyung throws you onto the bed and positions himself between your legs. Jungkook takes his place above you, inserting his cock into your mouth once again. Tae slowly slides his cock all the way in, deep and leisurely. You moan as he hits the place deep inside you that makes your toes curl.

The rest of Tae between your legs is a blur of pleasure and slow strokes. You cum twice just from his slow strokes. He hasn’t cum yet when he beckons Jungkook over to him. Jungkook immediately listens, and Tae positions him on all fours on the bed. Tae takes the lube from the bedside table, once again at a painfully slow pace, slides himself inside Jungkook.

Something about the image of Jungkook’s cock bouncing up and down while Tae fucks him, making him nearly cum from the stimulation of his prostate alone, makes you feel like you could cum without being touched. Instead, you position yourself underneath Jungkook, taking his cock in your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, then he paints your throat. You smile up at him as you wipe the remnants from your face, and at that moment, Tae pulls out of Jungkook. You open your mouth to him, poking out your tongue slightly. He cums mostly into your mouth but some on your face as well. You lick it all up, savouring every bit of it that you can.

The three of you curl into a cuddle on the bed, even though you’re still wet. You and JK start to drift off, and Tae is the one who goes to get towels for everyone. He also comes back with the extra blankets from the hall closet and covers all three of you.

“Dinner was fun and everything, but this was way better,” he smirks, and that’s the last thing that you comprehend before you drift into the throes of sleep.

✨

“Oh my gosh, seriously!?”

You hear the sound of Jungkook’s boisterous tone from down the hall as you wipe the sleep from your eyes. You slept hard after the night you’d had with the boys, feeling refreshed and reconnected with them, if not a tiny bit sore in the jaw. You wonder what time it is and who Jungkook is talking to and if there’s coffee and if maybe, just maybe someone has made breakfast.

You look over at the body of the man passed out next to you, so you know that Tae definitely did not make coffee or breakfast, so your chances are cut in half. You listen to Jungkook talk excitedly on the phone, and you think you hear mention of Italy. When he hangs up, you divagate to the kitchen, softly padding on your toes on the hardwood floor. He doesn’t immediately look up when you enter the room.

“What’s up, Jungkookie?” you ask, and he spins around to see you.

He has a huge smile on his face, and he trots over to you. His arms hook around your back, and he uses his muscles to swing you around, only to put you right back down where you began.

“We’re going to the World Cup!” he exclaims.

You are so thrilled for him. From the day that he started with the English National Team, he had been secretly hoping to make it to the Quidditch World Cup. It was probably even before that when he was still in his days on the Gryffindor House team, but he rarely brought up professional Quidditch then, scared he might jinx it.

Elated, you throw yourself into his arms, leaping off the floor at him. Fortunately, he catches you and holds you there for a moment. He kisses your nose and sets you on the floor.

“Jungkook, that’s amazing. I’m so happy for you!” You press yourself up to kiss his lips. “Where is it going to be this year?”

“A small town in Italy called Sarteano? I’ve never heard of it, but only a few thousand people live there I guess.”

The idea of Italy makes you swoon slightly, and then you realize that because of work, you won’t be able to go. As rookie Aurors, there’s no way that you’re going to get time off to go watch your boyfriend play Quidditch. Plus, the Ministry wasn’t totally on board with your relationship with both Taehyung and Jungkook. Some systemic misogyny at its finest. No one ever said anything to Tae, but they gave you sideways glances and whispered about you as you passed. For the most part, you didn’t care. Harry Potter had been nice to you the few times you talked to him, so at least you knew he wasn’t a total dick.

Taehyung, Jungkook, and you had celebrated together that morning, but then you had to continue on your separate ways like a usual weekend. You and Taehyung had the day off together, but Jungkook had to go to the arena and practice hard since they knew they were going to the Cup.

Over those weeks, you hardly saw Jungkook, feeling more and more distant from him even though you’d finally just reconnected physically. You missed him, though you loved Tae, and he was amazing at taking care of you. You wished that it could be all three of you all the time.

Three weeks after Jungkook starts training for the World Cup, Taehyung approaches you frantically at work. You are standing in the hallway talking to the ever animated Regina Westcord about a recent batch of particularly bast hinkypunks that had terrorized a village in eastern Romania. She was regaling you about how the pod had been fairly quick work for the Aurors, but the people of the town were so resistant to Obliviate that some of them had to be tracked down in the fields and some had to be re-charmed.

Taehyung approaches rapidly, and you hear him panting slightly as he comes closer. He politely greets Westkord then asks for a moment alone with you. She gives you a wonky sort of look, surely thinking about the dynamics of your relationship with both Tae and JK, which is none of her business.

When she walks down the corridor, her short heels clack slightly against the marble floor, and the two of you watch her disappear after making a turn.

Tae turns to you. His face looks ecstatic, and you think that maybe he has solved one of his impossible cases.

“I got us a case!” he exclaims. While it’s exciting to have a case together from time to time, you don’t think this merits coming to track you down.

“Oh good. I love working with you.”

“No, wait. The best part. It’s going to take us to the Italian countryside for at least a week. We leave next Tuesday.”

The realization dawns on you. At the very least, this case is in the same country that Jungkook will be in for the next few weeks. You don’t ask for any details. A smile tears at the corners of your mouth, and you fling yourself into Taehyung’s arms. He catches you, and the two of you giggle together for a little while until you hear the echoing tone of dress shoes on the marble.

You quickly separate and try to look as professional as possible.

“Kim yln, there you are!” cries Ciaran Murphy, a secretary on the Auror floor. “Head Auror Potter would like a rundown on the case that you’ll start next week.”

You smile at him and take Tae’s hand in yours. “On our way now, thank you, Ciaran.”

✨

That night is the last night together before Jungkook leaves for Italy with the team. You and Taehyung have already decided that you want to keep it a secret from Jungkook and surprise him.

You make Jungkook’s favourite dinner, lamb, rice, and kimchi jjigae because Tae is hopeless in the kitchen. Jungkook is particular about his laundry, so Tae doesn’t want to touch it. He’s moping around trying to come up with something to do when he realizes that he can clean the bathrooms and the bedroom. It’s something small, but Jungkook always notices when the bathroom is really clean or needs to be cleaned.

When Tae emerged, a small sweat broke out on his forehead. You giggle and wipe the skin free of the small droplets and you kiss him on the lips. The final timer of dinner chimes at the same moment Jungkook walks into the front door. Perfect timing.

You pull the food from the oven, and Taehyung meets Jungkook at the door. It’s all so domestic that it makes you laugh a little. It’s unlike the three of you, but playing homemaker once in a while is fun.

The three of you spend the evening eating, drinking, and just watching tv. It’s a nice, quiet evening at home that you’ve been longing for lately. It’s a perfect way to spend the last night together for a while.

✨

One week later, you and Taehyung are following a pretty flimsy lead into Sarteano, Italy. The case that you have is actually getting juicier, and it’s near here, fortunately. The lead came from a guy named Jimmy in a white tank top with his chest hair spilling out over the top. You knew that the Jimmys’ of the world often need to be taken with a grain of salt.

But this lead meant that you got to see Jungkook in action for the first time in person in months. You were so excited that Jimmy could have told you that it was a talking mouse who had the intel in town.

The town itself is sleepy and quiet. There is no way any muggle would know that thousands of wizards were just outside of the town’s limits, cloaked in magic.

Since there are so many open port keys to the stadium, you decide to simply take one to the countryside area where they’ve nestled the whole event. With a stretch and a bit of a pop, you are in the campground. It’s full of fans for England and Russia, faces painted, mouths screaming national anthems.

The noise, smells, and sights fill the air and overwhelm your senses. You try to breathe deeply to calm yourself, but the air is thick with the smell of fried foods and waste. You cough slightly as it fills your lungs. Your eyes, watering now, turn to Tae with desperation. You want him to assure you’re not alone in feeling overcome by the urge to run. You are sorely disappointed. Tae’s face is beaming with glee, his eyes flitting from one sight or crowd to the next. He looks like he is ready to take on the day in true World Cup style. Suddenly, you feel out of place.

Though every well-known Death Eater is in Azkaban or dead, there are still some faces in the crowd that make you uneasy: the cousin of Fenrir Greyback, the daughter of Antonin Dolohov, the brother of Augustus Rookwood. None of these people were ever proven to have any connection to Voldemort or the Death Eaters, but they were so close to the face of evil of the war. And here they are just walking around, enjoying the spectacle of the Quidditch World Cup like they weren’t the blood relatives of murderers.

You shake your head. You can’t think like that. Association and relation is not guilt. You know that. Still, you know how vulnerable people are at this event, so you decide to stay on your guard just in case.

Taehyung got in touch with one of Jungkook’s teammates, Leonard Scuttletoss, who told him how to get into the restricted players only area and which tent was Jungkook’s. Taehyung said Leonard seemed giddier about the surprise than either of the two of you put together. Leonard is a Beater for the English national team, and you think that maybe he’s the softest guy off the pitch because he has to be so tough on it. Regardless, you love his joyful participation in romantic surprises.

Leonard meets the two of you by the entrance to the players’ section and babbles constantly as he walks you to JK’s tent. You thank him politely and turn to the entrance of the canvas structure. You turn to Tae, and he nods. You pull back the flap and enter into the spacious living and dining area. Magic still sometimes blows your mind.

“Hello?” You hear a familiar voice say in an uneasy tone.

“Oh my gosh! Jeon Jungkook! I’m your biggest fan!” Tae shouts in a slightly distorted voice.

You smack his upper arm while trying to hold in the laugh that’s trying to escape from your lips. At the top of the steps, Jungkook appears, draped in a dressing gown and holding his wand at the ready. You can’t hold in the laughter anymore, and it spills out of you, filling the tense air. As soon as he comprehends who is in his tent, Jungkook comes running toward the two of you. He whacks Tae in the same way that you did and then pulls you both into a tight embrace.

“What are you doing here?! I thought you had to work?!” His eyes are brimming with tears, and he turns away to wipe his face.

“Well, we do. But Tae found us a case here in Italy. We won’t be able to make every match, but we will get to see at least one,” you blurt out. It comes out so quickly, you fear it might have just been one word.

Jungkook is beaming at you. He runs a hand through your hair and tucks it behind your ear. You know how much this means to him. He’s been talking about coming here and playing these matches almost as long as you’ve known him. He leans in and plants a soft kiss on your forehead.

You love your relationship with both Tae and Jungkook together, but you suddenly have one of those moments where you wish you were alone with JK, just for a few minutes. As if he read your mind, you see Taehyung straighten and shift awkwardly next to you.

When you turn to him, he says, “Hey, I’m gonna go talk to Leonard for a little while. We have some catching up to do.”

Jungkook kisses Taehyung firmly on the mouth, cradling his face between his palms as he does it. He pulls back slightly, rubbing their noses together. With their foreheads pressed together, Jungkook whispers, “Thank you. I love you so much. This is perfect.”

Taehyung smiles a massive grin, and then he turns and exits the tent, leaving just the two of you alone.

“Can you believe it!?” Jungkook asks, walking slowly around the room.

“I can’t! I know you’re good enough to win this and be here, but it feels like all of your hard work has finally come together!”

Jungkook looks up at you with tears glimmering in his eyes again. “And you’re here. Both of you. But baby, you’re here. You get to see it.”

You feel the tears biting at the back of your eyes, and you push them away. This feeling, the feeling of watching the love of your life achieve his dreams and goals, it is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. You didn’t think you could get any prouder of him, and yet, here you are, chest ready to explode with the pride you feel for the man before you.

“You are amazing,” is all you can get out without the tears trying to fight their way out of your eyes.

You fling yourself into Jungkook’s arms, holding him tightly against your chest. Feeling his breath slowly steady as the tears fall and then cease. He runs his hands through your hair over and over as you stand there wrapped together. You never want this moment to end.

But of course, it has to.

“Jeon!” Someone shouts into the tent.

Both of you turn suddenly, seeing a giant man with black hair, a black beard, and tawny skin standing in the entrance to the tent. You instantly recognize the team manager, Tobias Learstrom. You know that his presence means that your time with Jungkook is over.

JK pulls away from you and quickly wipes the tears off his face, trying to look as put together as he can.

“Yes?”

“It’s time for warm-ups. And you know the rule, no sex during a tournament,” Tobias adds the last part with a cheeky glare at you. He stands in the doorway waiting for Jungkook.

“We weren’t-“ you start, but Jungkook shushes you.

“I have to go now, baby. And I’m sure that you and Taehyung have work to do anyway. I will see you very soon. I love you.”

You know that this is your cue to leave because he still has to get dressed. You plant a quick kiss on his lips and turn toward the door. You nod awkwardly at Tobias as he holds the canvas flap open for your exit. Once you emerge, you see Tae standing about 10 meters away, talking animatedly with a woman you don’t recognize. That man could strike up a conversation with a brick wall if he wanted. Mr. Kimgeniality.

You walk up to him, and he excuses himself from the conversation. He explains that that woman is Oliver Wood’s younger sister, here to support him. This season would likely be Wood’s last season before retirement, but he was still an amazing Keeper after all these years. You secretly hoped he would take over as coach once he retired because you weren’t the biggest fan of the current head coach.

Tae leads you through the athletes’ area back out to the campground. Walking through the rows and rows of tents, you hear Tae quietly saying letters and numbers as you walk past each new row. It dawns on you that he is looking for a particular tent. Oh no.

“Here it is!” he exclaims with pride.

He opens the front entrance for you, and you reluctantly duck inside. It’s almost as nice as the one that JK has, and it’s much larger inside, clearly made for multiple people.

“Tae, are we-”

“Staying here so we can be close to Jungkook? Why yes, my love. We are.”

You swallow hard and try to breathe through your anxiety. The discomfort you feel must be obvious on your face because Tae closes the distance between the two of you in two strides. He places his hands on your shoulders.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“Nothing. This is perfect. We’re close to JK. We’re close to the case. I just…. I’m a little over-stimulated already, so I’m anxious and worried and irrational.”

“Shhh shhh. It’s okay, yn. These things are perfectly valid. I think what we need is to magic the tent shut real good, conjure up some mufflers, and take a nice hot bath together. It will be like the world outside doesn’t exist for a little while.

You feel weak in the knees just from the suggestion. The lights in the tent are a deep golden colour that floods the room in warmth. You shrug off your sweater, and Tae beckons you to follow him. There’s a lavish bathroom in the back of the tent that makes you wonder just how much this cost. He starts drawing the bath into the white and gold clawfoot tub. He sprinkles bath salt into the water as it fills the ceramic. He crosses back to you. He slowly undoes the buttons on your blouse, untucking it from your skirt. He unzips the skirt, and soon you’re standing before him in just your underwear.

He takes in the sight of you, and before he continues to undress you, he strips down to his underwear as well. You can see the outline of his half-hard cock through his underwear. The idea that you, not even completely naked, turn him on like that, makes your heart flip a little in your chest. He pulls down his boxer briefs and stands before you completely exposed. You look over at the nearly full tub and realize that it’s time to get into it.

You peel off your bra and underwear, smiling shyly at Tae while you do it. It’s kind of dumb that you still feel shy around him, but you do. He situated himself into the bath before you, then he motions for you to come and sit between his legs, back on his chest. As soon as you sink into the hot water, you melt back into Tae. After a few minutes, you’re not sure where you end and he begins, and you love the connection you feel to him right now.

He puts soap on a loofah, and he scrubs your arms, and the lavender and vanilla scent fills your nostrils, causing you to sink further into him. He continues like this, cleaning your whole body for you, every inch. He rinses you, and you wish you could express to him how much you love him at this moment. You curl up slightly against him when he sits still again. He chuckles slightly and traces delicate patterns on the skin of your back.

The two of you stay locked together like that until the water in the tub is no longer hot. Tae realizes before you do.

“Honey, we need to get to work if we’re ever going to solve this case,” he whispers against your hair.

You know he’s right. You know the water is getting cold. But it was so comfortable there, so it’s hard for you to agree to get out. Reluctantly, you climb out, pouting slightly. Tae wraps you in the fluffiest towel you’ve ever felt then holds you against him.

“I know this is hard. I know this is overwhelming. We have to do this for Jungkook and for the Ministry of Magic, right?” Taehyung says softly.

“You’re right. I was just getting into my head too much. Let’s go catch some smugglers and watch our boyfriend win some Quidditch.”

You gather your clothes off the floor and make your way to the bedroom. You dry yourself and slip back into your outfit. You had picked out this outfit especially this morning because it complimented your body well, and you know that Jungkook likes it. Putting it on now, you hope that it will give you some confidence to work through this case quickly.

Once ready, you and Taehyung apparate to a small town about 100 miles from Sarteano. You don’t love apparition, but it does make it so you can see JK during this case. You shake your head as your ears pop, and you scowl at the sensation.

Nothing seems to bother Tae. Everything bothers you.

“Okay, so Antonio and Carlo Gipaldi both report the same address. They’re our guys, and hopefully, we can get them quickly and get back to the match.”

“Considered armed and dangerous?” you ask.

“Of course. They’re selling illegal potions on the black market, who knows what they have.”

You nod. You’d read the file and debriefed yourself before you left, but you liked when Tae gave you a recap of the details before you bust in on any criminals.

You walk down the dirt road until you come to a small cottage nestled into a field of wildflowers. It looks so quaint that it’s hard for you to wrap your head around the nefariousness happening inside. You picture the two brothers over their cauldrons, sweaty and cackling.

You knock on the door and when it opens, boy were you wrong about the scale of the operation. Inside are roughly 20 works, each with 2 cauldrons before them. It’s a whole assembly operation. They all look filthy, terrified, and a little relieved.

“Where are Antonio and Carlo?” Taehyung asks the room.

No one responds. They likely don’t speak English. Maybe not even Italian.

“yn, can you apparate to the Ministry, open a Portkey, and come back here? I’ll keep an eye out here.”

“Tae, is that safe?” you ask, a little miffed that he wants to try to stay here alone, outnumbered so severely.

“The quicker you do it, the safer it is. Please, Honey.”

Goddamn him and his smooth talk. You apparate as close to the Ministry as you can, take a flue inside, and debrief the other Aurors on what’s gone down while opening a Portkey.

It’s probably less than 10 minutes that you’re gone, but you feel every second tick by and hope that Taehyung is staying safe. When you appear back in the room, everyone is in the exact same spot. The works look as terrified as the moment you busted into the house.

After a lot of effort, you communicate to them through gestures that it’s time to go. They take the Portkey back to the Ministry, where a team of Aurors and interpreters are waiting for them.

You and Taehyung stay in the house inspecting each of the cauldrons. Draught of the Living Death. Poisons. Illegal love potions. You name it, they were brewing it. You walk around the room to each cauldron, adding various ingredients that will deactivate the effects that have been put into effect. Potions are so satisfying in that one thing can make them deadly and one different thing can make them innocuous. You still carried a love for potions close to your heart.

The adrenaline and excitement of the case courses through your veins. Your cases lately haven’t been the most exciting, but this seems to be developing into something huge.

Other Aurors arrive on the scene, and you all gather as much evidence as you possibly can. They take it back with them to London, and you and Taehyung stay in Italy. The two of you have the opportunity to find Antonio and Carlo before they notice that their whole operation has been shut down. In the meantime, the London crew will interrogate the workers.

You and Taehyung embrace each other as you leave the little cottage. It feels so good to work with one of the loves of your life, but it also just feels good to have a big case for the first time in a while. You felt like you’d been getting the short end of the stick with cases lately, but now, now you have a real chance to show the Heads of your department what you’re really made of.

By the time that you apparate back to your tent, it’s past midnight. Your eyes are heavy, and you can’t even get your clothes fully off before you fall back on to your bed and drift into slumber. You aren’t sure you even move at all that night as you sleep because you wake up in the same position you remember being in last.

You’re awoken by the sound of an owl screech just outside of your tent. Taehyung is motionless except for the rise and fall of his chest, so you sleepily pad your way through the living room and over to the locked entrance. When you open it, the owl looks impatient, if owls can look impatient…It’s not your fault he came at…whatever time it is in the morning. You look at the watch on your wrist and see that it’s already 10:00 am. Fuck. You slept so long.

You untie the note from the owl’s leg, pat him on the head, and let him carry on with the rest of his day. The letter is from the Minister of Magic himself.

Mr. Kim and Ms. y/l/n,

Thank you so much for your service to not only your country or the magical realm but the world itself. Together, you’ve stopped over 50 cauldrons full of poison, potions, and whatnot from entering into the market. Congratulations on your success.

Here is what we know from the workers. They were employed by Carlo and Antonio roughly six months ago. The demands have been getting higher and the quantity of potions that they’ve been required to make each day has tripled. One worker says that he overheard Carlo saying something about selling it to the American government. Muggle government.

It appears that the two of you have stumbled across one of the greatest international smuggling rings. Though the two of them seem to be the only sellers, the buyers range from small-time criminals to full governments. We need to be able to take down these two before they can do any permanent damage, especially in the muggle world.

I am headed out now to speak with the President of the United States, the Prime Minister of Canada, the Prime Minister of England, and the Chancellor of Germany. Hopefully, this will help slow the dissemination of these potions. Your job is simple. Find and arrest Carlo and Antonio Gipaldi. Their workers said they left the country two days ago and aren’t scheduled to be back for two more days. Please await intel from our Aurors monitoring the Flue Network.

Thank you again for your service,

Kingsley Shacklebolt Minister of Magic

Holy crap.

Not only are you holding a letter addressed to you from the freaking Minister of Magic, but you are also in the middle of one of the biggest cases, outside of Voldemort, that the Ministry of Magic has ever seen. An international conspiracy. You and Tae, who were just going after two small-time criminals, are now in the spotlight, the whole world waiting to see what you’ll do.

You feel your head start to spin slightly, and your breath gets shallow.

“Who was that?” you hear a sleepy voice behind you ask.

“It’s a letter from the Minister of Magic. I need to sit down.”

You flop down on the squishy chair in the corner of the room. It has a gold cord adorning the outside seam, and the upholstery is white with gold and red flowers. Honestly, the thing is gaudy and outdated, but it’s so comfortable that you don’t care.

Tae makes his way over to you, hair dishevelled on top of his head. You hold out the parchment in your hand, and he takes it, eyes poring over the content. You watch the expression on his face change as he reads further and further into the letter.

“Oh shit,” he mutters as he finishes. “This is...huge.”

You nod faintly, and you can’t even begin to wrap your head around what you have to do. You know that you have to hold tight until you get intel that Carlo and Antonio are back in the country. It would be hard just to sit in the tent and wait.

“I know what we should do while we wait,” you say, halfheartedly. “We should watch Jungkook win the World Cup.”

Taehyung shoots you a huge grin. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

The two of you dress quickly in comfortable white and red clothing. Taehyung dons the English flag across his chest, and you have tied white and red ribbons in your hair. You know that you look more girlish this way, but it’s fun to be young and juvenile for such an event.

You make your way toward the stadium, and you realize that it might not be possible for you to get in. What if it’s sold out? You didn’t preemptively buy tickets. You turn and look at Tae, and the confidence in his expression tells you that he has made some kind of arrangement. You enter into the stadium without problem when Tae flashes something to the ticket taker, and you don’t see what it is. Climbing the stairs is exhausting. It feels like you’re climbing 100 flights of stairs. You would think they’d put in elevators or Portkeys or let you apparate or something. Finally, you reach the top level. You emerge from the labyrinth of stairs into the bright sunshine. The warmth and light on your face feel phenomenal like they’re warming you from the outside in.

Tae waves to a familiar female across one of the boxes, and she waves back. It’s Oliver Wood’s sister again, and you can’t believe that Tae secured seats with her. In the box are two burly men that you don’t recognize, a smaller older woman, and a blonde family that you can’t see their faces.

“yn, this is Elena Wood. These two fine gentlemen are Harold and Bruce Scuttletoss, Leonard’s brothers. And this is Margarite Bane, the Seeker, Kevin’s mother.”

You nod to all of them, shaking their hands. You wonder how Tae got to know these people, but you don’t put anything that has to do with human connection beyond him because he is so good with people.

“Who are they?” you ask Tae in a bit of a whisper, pointing at the stark blonde-haired family that is looking away from you. Something about them seems familiar, but you can’t quite place it.

“Draco Malfoy,” he whispers into your ear. “Best to leave them alone, honey.”

He ushers you into your seat while you stare open-mouthed at the man in the corner of the box. Even turned away from you, you can see the sharp lines of his jaw, and you wonder what he’s actually like in real life. You’d only heard stories about him, but you guessed he was probably an asshole.

You don’t have much time to ogle the stiff man before the teams make their way out onto the pitch. The referees fly high above, and the Minister of Magic announces the start of the game. The snitch zooms from the case, and the bludgers are immediately zipping past players heads.

Jungkook is the first to catch the quaffle, and he weaves between the players of Team Russia. He dips below them, and his Beaters are deflecting every bludger that comes his way. He scores easily within seconds, the Keeper from the other team unable to stop the ball that Jungkook whipped into the left goal hoop.

The Seekers are circling high above and moving slowly as they watch for the Snitch. However, everything down below is moving so quickly that you’re grateful for the commentator narrating the action.

“Jeon intercepts the Quaffle again, and he dips below the Bludger sent by Osmann. He takes it toward the goal. He shoots, and England scores again! We’re 20 minutes into the match, and Jeon has scored 6 times on goal! He seems to be vying for MVP this year, and it seems likely he’ll get it.”

You cheer loudly for him every time he scores, and Leonard’s brother whoop loudly. You feel even more excited by their enthusiasm. Ms. Bane keeps her eyes locked on her son, clearly nervous for him. She’s on the edge of her seat, literally, and you worry that she’s going to fall to the floor.

“Nabikov takes the Quaffle and makes a shot on goal. Wood blocks it! He tosses the Quaffle to Jeon who ascends. He’s gaining elevation, and he is flying over the crowd. He dives! That speed has got to be terrifying, but Jeon is holding on tightly, straightfaced. And another goal for Jeon!!!”

The game carries on like this, Jungkook scoring on goal. Team Russia trying to score with Wood blocking every shot. Then it happens. Bane sees the snitch. He dives after it, pursues it. The other Seeker follows, but she can't keep up with Bane. You blink, and you lose your focus on the Snitch. Bane doesn't though.

"Bane catches the Snitch! The match is over! England wins!! For the first time in Quidditch World Cup history, we have a shut out!!"

Immediately fans start chanting "England" and singing the national anthem at the top of their lungs. Leonard's brothers hug each other and high five Elena. Bane's mother looks thrilled beyond belief. She is beaming with pride. Even Draco Malfoy is up out of his seat, whooping and hollering for his team. You smile to yourself seeing that. This stern tough-looking man celebrating your boyfriend with his adorable tiny child.

You and Tae hug and celebrate the victory. You can't wait to see Jungkook and celebrate with him. Your lips are moving against Tae's, and you feel all of your excitement and passion melting into his mouth. You close your eyes and run your fingers through his hair. Ms. Bane clears her throat, and you pull away from Tae, laughing.

One the crowd thins a bit, you make your way down from the top level. It takes more than half an hour to get out, but you are so filled with the pride and joy of the win that you don't even mind the huge crowd that you are moving with. You are revelling in the chants and songs from the people who are pouring out of the stadium like ants out of their anthill.

The camp is filled with fireworks, drinking, singing, and chanting, and you smile at the thought of simply getting to experience it. Attending a Quidditch World Cup was never something that was on your bucket list, but, now that you've done it, you feel incredibly lucky to have had the experience. Especially with Jungkook playing.

You and Tae pass the time with a few butterbeers in the tent while you wait for the hype to die down. He pours you two shots of firewhisky, and it's over. You pass out with your clothes on, again. You normally don't drink, and you know that Tae is laughing to himself while you struggle to stay conscious.

The next morning you wake with a start when Tae pokes you in the arm. You feel your eyes wide but heavy staring up at him.

"Let's go. JK is waiting for us." You smile up at him. "But brush your teeth first, okay?"

You cover your mouth bashfully and pop up to go to the bathroom to freshen up. You brush your teeth and hair and wash your face. When you step out of the bathroom, you throw your clothes into a haphazard pile and change into a new, clean outfit. You've got to stop making a habit of sleeping in your clothes from the night before.

Finally, you trudge across the camp to where JK's tent is, and you enter without announcing yourselves. Jungkook is lolling lazily in an overstuffed chair, smiling in his half-awake lucidity. You smile at him.

"My loves," he exclaims, and he tries to get himself up off the chair.

You can see that he's exhausted from the night before, probably not having slept much. You bounce over to him and throw your hands around his neck. Tae follows and does the same.

"We are so proud of you. Congratulations, Jungkook," you say against his hair.

"Thank you so much loves. I can't believe that we did it. I can't believe we've all made it here."

You giggle and brush his hair away from his forehead, planting a soft kiss there. As you sit in his lap, you can feel a slight stirring in his pants the longer you sit there. You pepper kisses over his cheeks and his neck. Taehyung pulls open Jungkook's dressing gown and plants kisses directly on his collarbones, sucking lightly at the skin.

"Darling, do you have a break for a little while now?" Taehyung asks as he nips at Jungkook's skin.

"Yes. A whole month off."

Taehyung giggles a little bit. "Good. These will fade in plenty of time."

He bites and sucks the skin, leaving red-purple marks all over Jungkook's chest. Jungkook moans at the sensation, and his hand comes up to the back of your head. He presses his mouth hard against yours, tongue entering your mouth. He runs his hands over your breasts and hooks his fingers in the front of your pants. Taehyung looks down at it and pushes his hand away from you.

"No. Today, we're taking care of you," Taehyung says with a smirk.

You drop to your knees on the floor before Jungkook, and his eyes widen. Tae seems to not be able to stop chuckling at every little thing that happens, and you think that it's probably giddiness for seeing Jungkook after he won the Quidditch World cup.

"yn, honey. I need you to suck Jungkook's cock right now."

The command sends heat shooting between your legs, and you feel your heart race slightly in your chest. You love when Tae commands you to do things because he is the dom in the relationship with both you and Jungkook. Though Jungkook lets you be in control, Tae controls the whole situation. You love it.

You pull Jungkook's sweatpants and underwear down around his ankles. You rest your head on his thigh and take in the sight of his cock. You blow a puff of air through your lips, and you feel JK's legs shake beneath you with the anticipation of what's going to happen. You know you shouldn't tease, but you can't help it.

You lick a long, slow stripe up the underside of his cock. You position yourself back down by his balls. You play with them with your tongue, rolling them slightly back and forth. You kiss them then suck them between your lips. He squirms slightly beneath you.

While you tease Jungkook's cock, Taehyung is standing behind him, rubbing his shoulders. Jungkook looks so relaxed, but there is slight anguish in his face from your ministrations between his legs.

Taehyung shifts Jungkook's position in the chair, pushing him slightly forward so that Tae can slide in behind him. He wraps his arms around JK's chest, and he latches his mouth on to the skin of his neck. The whole scene, you sucking JK's cock while Taehyung leaves marks all over his chest and neck is reminiscent of the first time the three of you made love together. More arousal shoots directly to your pussy. You moan on Jungkook's balls.

You're not sure how much longer you can tease. Your mouth is watering with anticipation of taking Jungkook's cock, and you need it now. You kiss the tip of his cock gently and wrap your hand around the base. Slowly, you take him into your throat, letting your hand follow your in and out motions to make it feel even deeper to him. His hips thrust slightly, making you gag around him. The convulsion of your muscles around him, makes him moan deeply against the side of Taehyung's head. You take him in and out of your throat, swirling your tongue around the shaft as you pull out each time.

"Jungkook, darling. Do you want yn to ride your cock for you?" Taehyung growls into Jungkook's ear.

Jungkook shakes his head and stares at you with glazed-over eyes for a moment. He seems like he's struggling to make words, and you giggle around his cock.

"Want us both to take her," he manages to breathe out.

You feel your eyes widen immediately. You look up at Tae who has a cheeky grin on his face. You know that Jungkook is going to get what he wants today, and you feel yourself dripping into your panties at having both of them at the same time.

Taehyung guides Jungkook up, and he pulls both of you by the hand toward Jungkook's bed. He whispers to Jungkook, "What hole do you want to fuck, darling?"

"Pussy," Jungkook says back, at a slightly louder than regular volume. It's adorable to you how worked up he already is.

"Good boy," Taehyung coos as he lowers Jungkook on to his back on the bed.

You strip at Tae’s command, dropping your clothes in a pile on the floor. Taehyung leads you over to the bed, and you climb on top of Jungkook, straddling him. You don’t sink down on him yet because you know that it will be best to have Tae slide his cock into your ass first.

Tae flicks his wrist without an incantation and produces lubricant. He coats his cock and your hole, smiling at you as you turn to look at him.

“Ready, honey?” he asks as he lines himself up with your tight hole.

You nod, trying to position yourself in a way that you are not clenching. He presses against the entrances, and at first, you’re afraid that your body won’t let him in. With the lube though, he makes quick work of entering inside of you. The pressure is unlike anything else that you know how to describe. It isn’t exactly comfortable, but it still stimulates you in a way that makes your clit throb.

“Slide into her now, Jungkook,” Tae instructs, rocking his hips back and forth painfully slowly. Taehyung has a way of knowing exactly how to fuck you to make you want to cum over and over.

Jungkooks cock slides slowly inside of you, and the three of you moan at the same time. The pressure of both of their cocks inside you clouds your mind. You feel like you are in a fog of pleasure, and you can’t stop the sounds that are coming out of you. Each cock stimulates a different sensitive area inside of you, fucking you just right. You fall forward onto Jungkook’s chest, and his hands caress your back.

“I’m gonna-” you start, and you can’t finish before you are clenching around Jungkook’s cock hard, sure that Tae can feel the contractions too.

Jungkook’s fingers tangle in your hair and pull hard. “Tae, can I?” he asks.

Taehyung must nod because you don’t hear any response, but Jungkook is spilling inside of you. His hot seed fills you, and you clench around him again at the thought of his cum inside of you. Taehyung moans loudly behind you, and you feel him painting the inside of your ass with his cum. You are dripping with your own juices and both of theirs. It makes you cum again. You laugh as you come down. What the fuck was that? You just came three times just from JK and Tae coming inside you.

Jungkook slips his softening cock out of you, and then Taehyung follows suit. You feel the cum dripping down the insides of your thighs. Tae’s finger slides up your right leg to your pussy lips. He brings the finger to Jungkook’s mouth. He obediently opens, and Tae pushes the cum soaked digit between his lips. JK moans. Tae does the same motion again, but this time he puts it in your mouth. He does it one more time, bringing the cum to his lips. You can’t believe how hot your boyfriends are, and you suddenly feel overwhelmed by the love that you feel for them.

The three of you curl up together on the bed, sticky, covered in cum and lube, and fall asleep there in each other’s arms. When you awaken, the sun is beaming in through the small window in the living room of the tent. You keep forgetting that you’re in a tent because it’s so nice. The soft hoot of an owl outside the door catches your attention, and you slip on Jungkook’s dressing gown.

The snowy owl looks like it’s seen less trauma than the barn owl that you met yesterday. You take the letter from its leg, thank it, and it carries on on its way. You see that the letter is addressed to you and Taehyung.

Dear Mr. Kim and Ms. yln,

We have word that Antonio and Carlo may not be back for weeks. We would like the two of you to go undercover in the Cetona area to catch them. We would also like for you to keep an eye on any other suspicious comings and goings in the area. Please respond post-haste to let us know that you’ve received this correspondence.

Congratulations to Mr. Jeon.

Regards,

Harry Potter Head Auror

Post-haste? That doesn’t sound like Potter. You think that his secretary probably typed the letter without him reading it. Oh well. You need to tell Tae immediately.

Jungkook and Tae are stirring in the bed, and you gently wake Tae. You hand him the letter, and he reads it quickly. He smiles up at you. You aren’t sure why he’s smiling, now you’re going to be here without Jungkook for weeks until the Gipaldis return.

“I’ll write a letter back to Mr. Potter,” he says with a wink.

He clambers out of bed, somewhat ungracefully. He goes to the dining table, muttering an accio parchment and accio quill as he heads to his chair. He scribbles on the parchment quickly. He rolls up at the parchment and hands it to you. He whispers, “don’t open it yet.”

You’re confused, but you leave the roll of paper on the table and follow him back to the bedroom.

“Jungkookie, wake up, please. I have something really important to discuss with you.”

Jungkook wakes, though his eyes are filled with the sleepiness he feels.

“Jungkook, yn. I need to ask you something. Now is the time,” Taehyung starts. You have no idea where this is going. “We’ve been together for over a year now, and I think that it’s time that we made this deal official.”

“What do you mean official? We are official,” Jungkook asks, confusedly.

“Shhh,” you shush him, feeling uneasy like you know what’s coming.

“Will you two make me the happiest man on earth by becoming my husband and my wife?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and Jungkook makes a small noise in his chest.

“Yes!” you both exclaim at the same time.

The three of you look amongst yourselves, and there are tears in all six eyes that are glancing around. You all hug and kiss one another, and it feels like you are walking on clouds. You definitely don’t want to leave Jungkook now.

“Tae, we can’t stay here. We need to stay with Jungkook especially now.”

“Stay here? Why are we staying here? I’m down,” Jungkook blurts out.

Taehyung just laughs. “Yn, go read my letter to Potter.”

You walk to the table and unfurl the parchment. In Tae’s blocky handwriting are written words that make you smile so wide your cheeks hurt.

Head Auror Potter,

Ms. y/l/n and I are more than happy to stay in Italy undercover. I, however, will be unable to do so if both of my fiances, Ms. y/l/n and Mr. Jeon, are not with me. Mr. Jeon could be an asset to the operation because he is not an Auror. If necessary, he can stay in a different apartment than us, but I believe that he is observant enough to keep him around. Additionally, as we are newly engaged, the three of us refuse to be separated.

Please respond post-haste to let us know if you accept our terms. We will continue to work this case until we are told not to.

Kim Taehyung Auror Soon-to-be Husband

You run across the room and hurl your body at Tae’s. He catches you and spins you around. He plants a soft kiss on your mouth and one on your forehead.

“Jungkook, want to go undercover with us for a few weeks?” you ask, still unable to wipe the smile off your face.

He looks from you to Tae quickly. “Seriously?”

You aren’t sure if he’s happy or not from the tone of his response. You let go of Taehyung and stand awkwardly next to him.

“Of course! We’re newly-engaged, we must be together! Plus, that sounds like a blast!”

The three of you embrace each other again, and with a kiss on each of their lips, you know this is the start of a new chapter for you, in both your career and your relationship. You really are growing up.

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King Trollex x Techno Reader

Girl, honey, what have you been up to?

All the tribes had gathered at the beach near New Techno Reef for a rave that King Trollex had invited everyone to. It was mainly your idea since you wanted to celebrate successfully moving everyone into New Techno Reef safely, and Trollex was more than open to the idea. A few tribes were still working on rebuilding, but they decided to come to have a nice break from all the hard work they’d been putting into the past few weeks. And the leaders all agreed that it’d be nice to meet up for fun.

“Whew! It sure feels nice to sit down for once.” Delta sighed as she sat down in the sand with the others.

"What? Do you not sit down often or something?” Barb asked.

“Not since your lil fancy hoedown, no.” Delta replied. Barb rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment.

“Right. Rebuilding. I’m sorry.”

“No worries, sugar.”

“Hey, have you guys ever been to the beach before? I haven’t! Its so cool here!” Poppy exclaimed.

“I don’t think any of us have been to a beach besides the Techno trolls, Queen Poppy.” King Quincy said.

“Oh yeah, right.” Poppy said in realization. “That makes sense.”

“HOT!” Trollzart exclaimed. “Ugh. This is exactly why we Classical trolls fly above the ground!” Trollzart crossed his arms in frustration.

"Why don’t you try hanging out in the sand near the water, or are you afraid of your robe getting wet?” Barb chuckled.

“I do not find that nearly amusing at all.” Trollzart glared at her. “And I’m still expecting a new baton from you!”

“Hey guys, are you all having fun?” Trollex asked as he floated up to them.

“Yes, we are. We’re all appreciate you inviting us.” Queen Essence answered, effectively stopping any arguments that could’ve started between Trollzart and Barb.

"I’m so happy to hear that! By the way, have any of you seen my girlfriend anywhere?” Trollex asked.

“You have a girlfriend? Ouch!” Delta kicked Barb with one of her hind legs.

“Yeah, this whole thing was her idea, but I don’t have a clue where she went!” Trollex said.

“I do not believe any of us have seen her, but we will be sure to let you know if we do.” Trollzart assured him.

“Thanks, I’ll see you in a bit, I gotta help Dj Suki with the DJ booth!” Trollex waved at them as he floated away.

“Huh. Who knew that Trollex of all trolls would get himself a chick?” Barb laughed.

“Well, he is cute and nice.” Poppy said.

“I spent over an hour talking to that guy, trolls got a personality of a rock.” Barb rolled her eyes.

“Okay, now that’s just mean!” Poppy shot back. As the two were going at it, one of Delta’s ears twitched and she turned towards a patch of trees and bushes on a hill nearby.

"Do ya’ll hear that?” Delta asked.

“Hear what, Delta?” Essence asked.

“That music, comin from over there.” Delta pointed.

“You’re just hearing things. I don’t hear nothing.” Barb shrugged.

“Nuh-uh. I know Country music when I hear it.” Delta got up and started walking towards the music. “Thing is, I don’t recognize that voice.”

“Oh! It might be one of us pop trolls. Some of them really like Country music.” Poppy said and skipped alongside her.

“Mmf. Whatever.” Barb mumbled and followed. The rest of the leaders decided to check it out. They had expected to see a Pop or Country troll, so they were a little in shock to find a Techno troll playing an acoustic guitar while sitting on a rock.

“And we’ve seen better days…whatever this life puts us through. Baby I’ll still love you. Oh, we’re gonna laugh, we’re gonna cry, we’re gonna fight. Oh, but we're gonna live, maybe have a few-” The troll was you. You stopped when you realized you had an audience.

“Don’t stop! Keep going!” Poppy said.

“Oh uh…I-I was just practicing. I’m teaching myself how to play an acoustic guitar and I wanted to surprise my boyfriend today.” You said.

“Who’s the lucky man?” Delta asked.

“Trollex.” You blushed.

“So, you’re his chick? Wow.” Barb remarked, earning another kick from Delta’s hind leg.

“Well, if you’re trying to teach yourself, you at least gotta learn how to tune it right, lemme show you.” Delta took the guitar from you and showed you how to properly tune it.

“Wow! Thank you so much!” You thanked her.

“Happy to help a Country lover.” Delta tipped her hat.

“You play wonderfully! But I did hear a few sour notes.” Trollzart said.

"Yeah, the marshmallow is right. Here, you gotta fix your position a little.” Barb helped you sit upright and showed you how to hold the guitar. Each of the leaders gave you some advice and taught you a few things right before the party officially began to start.

“Thank you, everyone. I would perform on stage, but I don’t want the spotlight to be on me. I want everyone else to have fun and enjoy themselves. I’ll perform another time, but I know for sure I’m going to surprise Trollex after the party so he and I can have some alone time.”

“Aww! That’s so sweet!” Poppy squealed.

“Bleh.” Barb rolled her eyes.

~After the party~

You thanked all the leaders again for their help right before they left and thanked everyone else for coming to the party. As some of the other Techno trolls started cleaning up, you lead Trollex to a cleared area on the beach. The sun was setting and the fireflies were starting to decorate the sky, and flower petals were scattered on the ground. You were a little surprised how perfect the setting was, but you weren’t complaining!

“Babe, what’s going on?” Trollex asked you.

“Well, I’ve been practicing lately and I wanted to surprise you.” You grabbed your guitar from the bushes. For a second, it almost looked like someone was handing it to you. You didn’t give it a second thought and started playing it.

“Oh, look at those smiles. Sun on the waves. I almost taste, the salt in the air. Oh, and doesn’t it feel, like just yesterday, was our second date.” Trollex smiled at you lovingly as you sang. “And I still get nervous, when you hold my hand. It still feels perfect, when you ask me to dance. When the colors fade, from these picture frames, when my hair turns grey, the seasons all change. And we’ve seen better days, whatever this life puts us through, baby I’ll still love you. Oh, we’re gonna laugh, we’re gonna cry, we’re gonna fight. Oh but we’re gonna live, maybe have a few kids.” Trollex’s smile grew wider and he started blushing like crazy. “Whatever happens, I’ll promise you this, when the colors fade, from these picture frames, when my hair turns gray,”

“The seasons all change, and we’ve seen better days. Whatever this life puts us through. Baby I’ll still love you.” Trollex sang to you. You smiled and blushed. He was definitely trying to turn the tables on you by adding in a country accent. And he did it so smoothly, it was almost as if he had been rehearsing as well. You could’ve sworn you heard a violin start playing when Trollex started singing.

"When the sun does its damage, the paint on this house turns to rust. When the future’s the past, and there’s no more breath in my lungs. When the colors fade, from these picture frames, when my hair turns gray, the seasons all change. And we’ve seen better days,” The sun had set and the petals on the ground were picked up by the wind and started floating around you two as you both sang together. “Whatever this life puts us through, whatever time tries to undo, yeah baby, I promise you.” You let the guitar hang from its strap as you and Trollex embraced each other. “I’ll still love you.” You dipped him and kissed him. That’s when you heard the squealing.

“Popsqueak, shut up!” Barb said.

“But is so cute!” Poppy said. You and Trollex looked into the bushes and saw all the leaders except for Quincy and Essence.

I knew I heard someone playing a violin.” You looked at Trollzart who was guiltily holding a violin.

“And that explains why it looked like the guitar poked out of the bushes before you even grabbed it.” Trollex said.

“We just wanted to help!” Poppy said.

“You guys set all this up?” You asked.

“Actually, Quincy and Essence did. They wanted to make sure all of their trolls got back to the ship safely, so they had us record for them instead.” Delta said, holding up a camera. You smiled and waved.

“Hey, thank you two so much for the help, really appreciate it. And thank you guys too. I was really surprised when we got here. I was just expecting the sunset.” You shrugged.

“Ha! No. By the way, Trollex.” Delta pointed the camera at Trollex. “What was up with that country accent?” Trollex blushed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“Well…I might’ve gotten a little jealous when (Y/N) made a comment about how she liked Hickory’s accent.” Trollex admitted.

“Oh baby, I was just thinking out loud. I love you just the way you are.” You said and kissed him on the cheek.

"Barf.” Barb said, making everyone laugh.

Song used- I'll still love you by Abby Anderson

For @itspronouncedtrecillo and their friend! Hope you both enjoyed it 💙

#trolls #trolls world tour #king trollex #barb #poppy #delta dawn #trolls world tour x reader #king trollex x reader #King Quincy #Queen Essence #Trollzart #Beach Party #Beach date

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fallout-drabbles-n-stuff · 4 years

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Male Companions react to their baby/babies’s first words being “dad”

(I um...may or may not have even more maxson smut in the works so I’ll try my best to get through some cute fluff stuff first 😌 also I may have gotten carried away with a few of them 😭)

Danse:

The former Paladin didn’t ever imagine he’d ever be so lucky. Here he was, his best friend turned wife snuggled into his side as the both of you lovingly watched the newest addition to your family, his sweet little baby, as they rolled around on the carpeted floor. Just as he thought the night couldn’t have been better, that sweet little amber eyed child crawled up his lap, braced themselves with their tiny fingers clutching onto the chain of his dog tags before..

“Daddy!” They happily squealed, effectively making Danse gasp before smiling and scooping his child in his hands as he leaned back- holding them against his chest. He felt complete.

Deacon:

After everything Deacon had been through, he thought this whole predicament would forever be out of his reach. Boy was he happy he was wrong. Thankfully, you weren’t out on a mission- unless you consider going to the power noodle stand for dinner a mission. Regardless that meant that he was at home watching his little bundle of joy while you were out.

He couldn’t help himself but give in, he was supposed to be putting his baby to sleep but they just wouldn’t go down. So, he decided to play around with them, waving their prized teddy bear above them whilst talking to them with the infamous “baby voice.”

However within moments he dropped the bear, hearing his baby coo..

“Dada.” All with a cute bubbly grin.

“Yeah..that’s right.” Deacon would quickly respond, pushing his shades up to rest on his head. “I’m daddy.” He practically would coo back, scooping them up, only to laugh as they reached up and stole his glasses.

Gage:

Okay, Gage wasn’t one to cry no matter what the circumstance. Especially if it was over something emotional...that is, until the birth of his precious little baby. Boy, had they ran him through the runner, the mere idea of what danger they’d be in from literal birth because of their parents was good enough to make Gage feel as though he aged at least an additional five years.

No matter what though, it was all worth it when he was able to sit down and enjoy moments like the ones playing out before him.

The raider had momentarily went back inside the grille to grab something to drink, quietly emerging from the steel doors to be met with the sight of your moonlight silhouettes on the balcony. You holding his baby up with one hand, the other pointing off to some far off formation of stars that you pointlessly explained to your child. Once he finally approached, he felt his once frozen heart swell in his chest as he laid eyes upon his baby, their little hands wrapped around their favorite plushie...until they registered that the man coming up behind their mommy was...

“Da da!” They happily muttered, making their father’s one good eye widen to the size of a saucer. With a shaky breath, the oh so fearsome raider would reach into your arms to run his thumb across his baby’s plump little cheek.

The second you looked over your shoulder at him you couldn’t believe your eyes. There he was, a single tear rolling down his cheek and a pleased grin shaping his lips.

Hancock:

At first he didn’t fully understand. He had been playing some old record you found ages ago, dancing around with his sweet little baby in his arms when they spoke up in that tiny voice of their’s. However when he turned the music down and they enthusiastically beamed at him, leaning to where they could stare into his darkened eyes and say...

“Daddy..” with the cutest little coo..

Oh lord he couldn’t contain himself, going full speed to go find wherever you went off to and trying to get them to repeat it. Hell, if you didn’t stop him, he’d carry your child all around goodneighbor, telling everyone he could what their first words were.

Macready:

Internally, Mac did a little victory dance. He didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t help but find his mind drifting off to the memory of Duncan’s first words. He had tried for so long to coax his son into saying “dada.” Or just something similar...but much to his surprise, his first child’s first words were literally....”doggy.” In honor of the stray dog that would routinely pester their little farm.

So, when your baby looked up at him with those lovely eyes reminiscent of your own, their cute chubby little hands on either side of his face and plainly babbled..

“Dada..”

He couldn’t contain his joy.

Maxson:

He couldn’t believe it.

With one of his two babies put down for their nap and the other in his arms, he shone a bright proud smile.He flinched the slightest bit when the twin that was still awake tugged at his beard, however before he could put them beside their sibling-

“Da..da.” His precious little dark haired baby cooed, drooling with quite possibly the sweetest smile the young father had ever seen plastered on their little chubby face.

The elder’s bright eyes somewhat widened as he gazed at the baby, that proud smile impossibly growing wider. Their first words..Oh he was so proud. Right then and there he felt like he was going to explode from joy, a very strange and foreign feeling for him to experience.

Once he finally put his baby to sleep and was able to go back to your sleeping form he unfortunately was whipped with the crippling reality..one day he was going to have to raise that sweet little child to be a soldier.

Nick:

There wasn’t much he loved more than spending time with his new family, especially times like this where his miracle of a baby was propped up on his lap- the upper part of their body resting against the dark hickory style wood of his desk as the detective aimlessly tried to sort out files.

Just when he was about to hand his little one back to you, suddenly they whined, grabbing onto the tan ragged lapels of his trenchcoat.

“Daddy!” They shrieked, pulling with what little strength they could muster to try to climb back in their father’s embrace. At first he was shocked, his golden eyes flickering before he flashed a toothy smile, happily pulling his little one back to him before leaning back in his swivel chair so they could finally be happy and rest against their father’s chest.

Old Longfellow:

Look, making long story short, he cried. Like, full on tears of joy. He wasn’t an emotional one and if he was ever asked just why he had such a strong response, he’d completely blame it upon his newfound sobriety but..when his “miracle” of a baby stood up in his lap- looking him dead on with their kind, innocent eyes, just to smile and plainly say

“Daggy..”

Oh god he couldn’t help it. Even if they were off by a little bit, he knew what they were saying and the words were good enough to send him into a fit of happy tears.

Preston:

It was early, far too early for you to be awake, but that didn’t stop your precious little one. Luckily Preston was always a morning person, finding a way to expertly sneak around the creaky floorboards of your home to reach his baby somehow before they managed to let out a peep.

Call it a father’s intuition.

This had become such a running thing that it was just routine by now, every morning starting with him grabbing his own little “mini me”, placing them on his hip and singing along to a song or two as he gathered breakfast.

However unlike most mornings, this time the little child greeted their father with a big toothless grin- making cute “grabby hands” for him as they squealed

“Papa!”

He felt like he was struck with lightening, his own smile taking over his face as he practically leaped to pick them up. Twirling them around when he scooped their little body up.

He couldn’t wait to tell you.

Sturges:

It had been a long day of repairs for him, like always. No matte what though, he was the happiest he had been in his entire life. Holed up in your little humble home in sanctuary with you lounging out next to him, life couldn’t be any sweeter.

That is until your newly able to walk child walked towards the two of you, a glimmering piece of metal that upon further inspection would be travels to be a small socket wrench in their hand. With a cute, proud grin on their face- they’d unsteadily toddle towards their father, placing the object on his lap.

“Papa!” Their sweet little voice chirped, causing a look of pure shock to overwhelm the previously resting man.

Grinning ear to ear, the synth man would practically rip his utility gloves off so he could grab his little one by their tiny waist, hoisting them up and above his head. He’d proceed to make little “vertibird” like noises as he gently swayed them, causing them to turn into a messy of squirmy giggles. If anyone asked him what his heaven would’ve been, it would be this. This one particular moment.

X6-88:

Falling in love with you in the first place was already a scary experience for him. Finding out that somehow he managed to get you pregnant months later, that was reality shattering. He loved it though. More so, he loved his little child- their birth making him feel so human like, but in the best of ways. However he was once again put into that state of wondrous, exciting fear when his little curly headed toddler grabbed his coat- affectively grabbing his attention so he would be met eye to eye with their similar icy gaze.

“Daddy..?” Their sweet little voice called to him, looking up in such a way that made his heart physically twinge. However, before he even knew what he was doing, he knelt down, adjusted them onto his hip before kissing their nose.

He...he could get used to this.

#fallout #fallout 4 #paladin danse #fo4 companions #fallout companions #danse #elder maxson #porter gage #arthur maxson #deacon #hancock #macready #nick valentine #sturges

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minnochu · 4 years

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Lustrous (pt. 21)

Hybrid!Kook x f!Reader au

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Pt 17 | Pt 18 | Pt 19 | Pt 20 | Pt 21

Warning: Death and violence

(A/n): Cue more anticlimactic action <3 If you didn’t know, I’m going on a hiatus after this update to focus on this semester because it’s important to me, so hang tight! Much love for all the support and love as always <3

“I was getting a little bored you know? Especially when you just refused to be killed!”

The voice you’ve only ever heard in your dreams and memories, chilling and patronizing. It holds your attention captive, almost like a sweet lullaby.

Long ivory hair falling in waves, bright and healthy, a contrast to the dull darkness of her eyes. Irises like black holes, and yet they captivate any who look her straight in the eye. An enrapturing smile, and yet her expression seemed to look both angelic and condescending at the same time.

You don’t recognize the room you’re in, you were never allowed in the same room as Eris after your innate magic never manifested and you were deemed a mutant. If your mother was called for an audience with the head, she would always leave you outside her living quarters. If there were important assemblies or such, you were never allowed into the grand hall. You assumed you were blinked to the latter, daring to raise your head to eye the woman seated on the throne.

The manor never did scream dark-magic-is-practiced-here! It was more like a household worthy of angels or goddesses, if the latter existed. You held no doubt if anything and everything seemed to coexist in the human world now.

One would have expected her throne to be made of the bones of humans and animals that she sacrificed when a spell called for it, or the skulls of birds she devoured to reverse the expiration of her aging body. It was, however, an elegant throne, carved mahogany gilded with ivory just as beautiful as her silvery tresses. Seated atop a platform, the witch sat with one pale leg crossed over the other. She held herself with dignity and poise, her chin raised and eyes set downwards in a mocking way. Eris dressed herself like a queen, silky robes with a long train that lay in folds at her bare feet.

She regarded you with a hardened look, pressing her chin into her knuckles as you picked yourself up and stood. Dusting your uniform skirt off, you perk and regard the man standing at her side with nostalgia. Hickory hair, messy and falling over his eyes. His jaw tightened at your gaze, although his own seemed to focus just above your head. You wondered why. Was he suddenly feeling guilty for betraying his lover, your mother, and now having to face you and kill you soon? Maybe he was just ignoring your existence.

“It’s been quite a long time (F/n), tell me, how’s your mother doing?” Eris bemuses.

You scoff at that.

“Amazing, no thanks to you,” You spit back before shrugging, “I guess you’re getting a little old, your senile is showing, head witch.”

Dark eyes narrowed at your response.

“I see you’ve developed a rather sour mannerism, I don’t quite remember Minerva being that bratty. Was it that mutt who taught you that?”

“I’d like to call it the hard truth, old lady,” You continue, watching as she bristles at the name.

“Killing you is going to be so worthwhile,” She grits, eyes burning with annoyance, “I’ll make your annoying voice screech pitifully when I torture you just a little bit.”

The elder barely twitches and you sense the murderous intent only briefly as thorns emerge in tumultuous waves from the floor. You quickly flash your hand to create a glowing cube around your form to protect yourself from the crystals.

“Humor me a little, why don’t you (F/n)? It’s been years since your family’s seen you! Why not greet them instead of being so rude?” You hear Eris say as you degenerate the shield.

You waver momentarily when you find yourself surrounded by your old coven members; grown up faces of children you had once knew to bully you when you still lived in the manor, familiar elders who had looked at you and your mother with pity and disgust didn’t seem to age as much. They all held that familiar glare of contempt at your existence, some holding staves in their hands to control the conjuring of their spells.

Did you even have enough magic stored in your amulet to take on this many witches and warlocks? You can’t even remember the last time you siphoned from Jungkook or the others. For some reason, the former only ever allowed you to siphon from him. You weren’t sure why, but you often grew worried that it was draining for him to constantly be sucked of magical energy every so often. (Yoongi only ever laughed when you expressed your worry and reassured you he had plenty of magic left.)

Left and right, you raise crystalline shields, a purple hue emitting a dark aura, as you protect yourself from attacks from the others. You can barely get much of a hit when facing multiple threats from all around you. As you dodge and counter magical spells and skills, you catch the infuriating smirk on Eris’ expression.

She’s laughing at your predicament. She knows you’re bound to run out of magical source, and you can barely manage to siphon any from the other witches when they make an effort to keep their distance. There’s a greater number of them and only one of you, multiple attacks left you vulnerable if you tried to focus too hard on getting into someone’s close quarters and siphon their magic.

You’d have to thank Jungkook later, if you survived, for giving it to you hard. The weight of the magical projectiles, on the translucent layer of protection covering your body, didn’t seem to hurt no better than the wolf’s punches.

Pivoting on your heels, you nimbly dodge a thorn shot from the right of you, however another zipping by from behind nicks you on your side. Your uniform tears from the cut, blood seeping from the superficial wound on your torso.

You weren’t one for stamina, even if Seokjin sometimes made you run laps in the forest, but constantly having to run and dodge was wearing down your legs. You were starting to feel winded and you can sense your stone depleting rapidly.

Perspiration creates a sheen on your forehead, a bead rolling down your temple.

Survive? Was it possible to survive this alone? Would Jungkook come? The pack? Would they be able to find you?

You blew a cherry.

That was pathetic, to rely on them so much.

If you didn’t survive, you’d never hear what Jungkook wanted to tell you. You’d never be able to see him, or the boys.

The thought makes your heart clench as you dissipate in a flurry of stygian vapor. Reappearing, you make a grab for a witch’s arm from behind, your fingers barely manage to siphon a sliver of magic as you move to dodge another attack. In your state of distraction, the blast of condensed magical energy singes the lateral side of your bicep, burning away at the sleeve of your uniform.

Your chest twists painfully at the thought of no longer being able to wake up to Jungkook, in his large wolf form, curled protectively and warmly around your body. You would no longer sit at the chaos that was breakfast, lunch, and dinner with the pack. You would no longer be able to laugh alongside the three youngest and Hyejin at school. No goofy jokes with Jimin and Taehyung, and Jungkook breathing down their back for whatever reason. No lying on the grassy terrain of the backyard, limbs spread out like a starfish, with Jungkook in same position, after another one of Seokjin’s training sessions. No sitting out on the roof tiles when you go searching for the hybrid wolf, watching the stars alongside him.

Maybe you should’ve confessed sooner, instead of being scared by the idea that Jungkook was fated to someone that wasn’t you. The weight over your chest was becoming unbearable, you wanted to see him one more time and tell him again how he makes you feel safe and at home and how much you like even if he wouldn’t feel the same.

You couldn’t possibly survive this, right?

Were you going to have to resort to killing? They were your kind... but were they your family? Were they there to protect you and pick you back up like Yahiko and the pack? Were they worth sparing when they’ve turned your mother into a puppet? Were they worth letting roam free when they’ve put Yahiko and the boys in danger for being associated with you?

You glanced at Eris, smug as she watches you tire yourself. That meant becoming the people you hated, the same people who loathed you back. You wanted to be better than that, despite the growing rage and contempt building within your chest at your clashing thoughts.

Summoning the last bit of magic from your amulet, the glow of the stone resting on your chest flickering with the last bit of its life before growing dull and cold, multiple needle-like spears formed around you. You willed them in different directions, catching the coven members by their appendages. They weren’t fatally wounded, but you still winced at the thought of possibly killing someone still.

Eris seemed to notice the falter in attacks and defense, barely able to keep on your feet with the remaining coven members.

She snapped her fingers, a curved dagger materializing in her hand. Glossed lips curved deviously as she glanced at the blade.

“I guess I have to get my hands dirty after all, hm Colhen?” Eris sighs dramatically as she rises from her seat, not waiting for a response. Her feet tap on the marble as she steps down from the platform, walking gracefully towards you as you take a blow to your side. Compact, dark energy smashes into you, burning your skin and leaving a darkening, almost black imprint, as you’re thrown off your feet from the impact. You hit your shoulder hard on the marble, wincing at the white hot pain that shoots from the bone.

“I’m getting a little impatient, (F/n), every time I try to kill you… you just can’t seem to fucking die you know? A little annoying don’t you think?” She says, piquing your attention, smirking at the haziness in your weary eyes, barely able to glance up at her, “I meant to torture you, but there’s no fun when I don’t get the satisfaction of seeing that mutt fill with absolute terror and sorrow at your slow death. I’m also an impatient woman after all.”

Brandishing the dagger, she mocks an examination of its metal surface before glancing at you pitifully, “I meant to plant an assassin in the school to kill you with this blade, but I guess I’ll have the honor of killing you myself.”

This is it. You were done for. Was everything all for nothing after all?

Stepping close to your fallen form, the blade glimmers under the light of the chandelier as she raises her arm. You take one last breath, swallowing hard as she brings the edge downward and your eyes squeeze shut in preparation for your impending doom.

You had magic left, there was no protecting what was coming. This really was the end, huh?

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” She demands suddenly.

You don’t realize that you’re still breathing and alive as you open your eyes to Colhen knelt before you, arms stretched out at his sides to protect you. He gazes down at you fondly, relieved that he managed to protect you for just a while longer.

This was the man who your mother had fallen in love with, and the man who walked all over those feelings once it had been announced of your mutation. He held your mother and your existence with distaste. So why was he protecting you now?

“You… but I thought you hated me?” You gaped up at him.

He chuckles softly, “My own daughter? Never.”

There’s a certain warmth that sparks behind those eyes, the same eyes that only ever held disgust when directed at you. His eyes reflect repentance and adoration, regret and absolute love, both emotions that were foreign to you. Colhen never looked at you or your mother in such a way, so why? Why now?

“I made the mistake of hiding behind my own fear of being shunned and facing the reality of my actions... but I never stopped thinking about the beautiful little girl out there that I wish I could’ve protected,” His laugh makes your heart warm, “Allow me to be a proper father just a while longer.”

Eris is bristling behind him, fury burning in her eyes as she clenches her teeth at her husband’s actions.

“You betray me like this Colhen?! For a mutant?!” Eris sneers in disbelief, “Fine. If you dare disobey me like this, see to it that your efforts are in vain.”

Your father’s lips are moving but you can’t hear it, his mouth moving to form the words of a final apology and expression of his love for you. They all fall on deaf ears when you cry out as he looks up only in time to see the large thorn that appears from above, impaling him through his gaping mouth. The spear pierces the back of his throat and lodges into the ground with a thunderous crack of the marble. Smaller spears pierce him through his left eye, one at his hip, another straight through his chest cavity, blood pouring from the wounds as his hands hang limp at his sides.

“How could you!?”

Eris snorts, almost flabbergasted, “How could I? He was dumb to even protect trash like you.”

Long nails, sharp like talons, grip you by the throat, forcing you onto your feet on weak and unstable knees. Your hands fly to her wrists in attempt to siphon from her, but she anticipates this and uses two fingers to rip the necklace from around your neck. She smirks as she lets the amulet fall to your feet before forcing her heel down onto the stone, smashing it.

“A pitiful attempt,” she sneers, “This is the reason why I hate failures like you, you’re no better than thieves trying to use someone else’s magic, you’re weak and useless. There is no place you belong in this world for as long as I live as the head of the Blackwells.”

“Let’s finally put an end to this little charade of cat and mouse, yes?”

The doors to the hall are forced open just she forces the blade into your middle. Jungkook’s eyes wide and flashing gold and aqua in a fit of fury.

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charmed-asylum · 3 years

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𝒩ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ ℰ𝓁𝓈ℯ ℳ𝒶𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇

𝒩ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ ℰ𝓁𝓈ℯ ℳ𝒶𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 , Chapter 1

Summary: Rosary Woods used to spend her summers in Hawkins. Now years later with untimely death of her father, she sent to live with her grandparents. Coming back to a place that use to give her pleasant memories but now full with dark secrets she hopes never see daylight. Her plan was simple easy till one night she finds a drunk boy full of curls and after life never the same.

FYI: This is my 1st fanfic. I do have dyslexia so if something wrong let me know. If you like it let me know same if you don’t. #Foodie be out this week too. ** Side note I’m looking for some talent ** tag list open

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐿𝒾𝓈𝓉

Tagged: @alagalaska @nottherightseason @alias-b @screensirenfic @linkispink1995 @staticscreenwriting

How the hell did all this happened. How the FUCK this happen. How did I end up alone on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere? Cold as hell with a runny nose from my tears and sharp pain of betrayal. I know now. It all started a couple of months ago. When I was tossed into this hickory town. Where one night find a stupid blue eyes boy drunk out his mind. With your stupid Mother, Mary's attitude had to help him. Now that drunk piece of shit made you fall for him to drop kick you in a small amount of a few months.

My brown eyes fill with glittery tears, tried to think back on every step that lead me here what was it? What did I do wrong? What I would do to go back to that night in October. Go back to that day I met that boy that came out of nowhere and changed my life

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The fall air left a warm scent as I walk out the greyhound in my short denim overalls with a plain white short-sleeved shirt and black and white converses with black laces. My long midnight black wavy hair dancing with the wind with my red heart shades on, taking my around at my surroundings. Even though I have been here many times, this was the first time I came that wasn’t summer visits.

Those had an arrival and departure two way this time though was a one way. It was a lot different than home, Florida. It’s always sunny and things to do unlike here. Flipping my cassette player back on I walk over to the rusted metal benches and wait for my ride. I didn’t want to be here. However, when you have no other choice what can you do. My life stuffed in my dad's old beat-up army bag. I lend back hoping this was a dream and I wake up home with my dad not here. I didn’t hate here I just hate why I’m here. The two-day bus rides a dread and didn't help. Still, I’m stuck with nothing to do but cruise under the radar till graduation. Toss the cap in the air and by the time it's back in my hands I have another ticket to somewhere else.

I gentle tap took me out from my inner monologue into reality. An older woman in her 60s with short curly golden frost hair bright red lipstick that got bit on her front tooth in a flower print long dress. In all, she was the fifth unseen golden girl or what I know her as grams.

“‘HELLO ROSARY. You hear me call for you over there by the car” Grams shouts into my ear. Looking up at her I smile and move my bag out the way to hug her tight.

“ Sorry, the meds got me all out of it. Hi, grams it good to see you” I said holding onto the strap of my bag. She gave me a nod and kiss my cheek leaving an imprint.

“ Oh shut I forgot. Sorry, we couldn’t get your flights no airport close by. Sweetie. Grab your bag we can go home” Grams says walking and talking to the car. Tucking my shades in my pocket I follow her music still playing in my ears.

“ Where Papa at,” I asked looking out the window.

“ Oh, he at the diner checking on things. But he will be back by dinner. I sign you up for school. You start tomorrow. Your car will be ship here in two weeks so the bus to school till then” Grams said pulling up to the house. “ Look, honey. I know things have been hard the last few months but coming here can be your fresh start. So it’s up to you what you do. Stay sane try to be different better you dear” Grams said getting out of the car. Simply put it don’t fuck up this time.

“ Yes. Ma’am. I’m gonna the perfect granddaughter” I said with a eat shit grin.

“Don’t do that it’s tacky. I did not mean what I said that way sweetie. Huh lord, I need my soaps. Drop your stuff in your room” Grams said walking into the house.

My room more like a guest room. They tried though I give them that the last time I been here was years ago when I was 11. Then after that was with my dad across seas. By then the damage was done. Walls were eggshell white with a few pictures of me by dad and them that set on the wall by the window. The bed was against the wall with a small glass nightstand with a trunk in front. Probably the same one my dad had when he was my age. The small closet across the bed and an old oakwood dresser. This will do I’m sure in no time she can make it homie. I push my hand on the bed testing out the string a bit. This is my life now. Better just get used to it. Anger bubble deep in my chest as it slowly starts to hit me. This is a life I don't want. I wanted the life I had before one that was far from perfect but he was there. I toss my bag beside me with a bit of force and scream into my hands.

It took no time till I was done. I change up the pictures and some more on my dresser. A few things on the nightstand then to top it off my mint condition organized record collection in a purple crat that sat beside my dad's 1960s Gibson Hummingbird Fixed Bridge acoustic guitar.

“ So you all done. It’s not much but we go somewhere someday. Sorry, papa wasn’t here. After Benny passed away our place been the hot spot. Back to the glory days, he says” Grams said with a chuckle. I sat down beside her legs cross under me and started to flip through Good Housekeeping

“ So Benny no more. Anything else happens since I have been here last” I asked getting comfortable.

“Let's see. That Will kid you babysit a few times went miss for a week or so. Last year. And that’s about it. I don’t pay much attention to those things. Papa and I are going to bible study tonight. I know you not up to it this week. So you don’t have to go but I am looking forward to next week” Grams said. I ruffled my hand into my deep chocolate hair and nod yes.

“ I would love that. Thank you. That reminds me. I have to fill up on my pain killers. If it’s not much to ask can you please take me one day this week? Or may I go into town myself” I asked taking out my pill bottle?

Still, months later the pain reminds the same. Even the memories still were in tack as if it happened minutes ago. A tear rolled down my face just reliving it. Grams hold me tight smoothing me and rubbing my back as I let out a heavy cry. My dainty finger claw into her shoulder blade as tight as possible. I didn’t hate that I was here I just hate the why.

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DADDY!!” I shout out. My body was soaked with a cold sweat and tears still running down my cheeks. Too weak to even move, I bend over cup my hands into my face, and scream.

Always the nightmares. Always the same two each night. Back home I would find a party or smoke or wave to ride but here. NOTHING. I promise a new me I remind myself. One that is not set to explode any second. One that took all their demons and bury it in the deepest hole. This me doesn’t let them loose but keep them hidden tight. That won’t break and burn everything she touches. This me be gentle, kind, and read the Bible instead of throwing my fist. I promise my father that even my estranged grandparents will be better.

After a good pity party, I decided to stay wasn’t gonna help me. I needed to out. I toss on some navy blue gym shorts pull down my Scooby-Doo t-shirt, which was getting a little bit smaller than last time I warn it years ago, decided for a walk.

Grams and Papa came back from church just after 11. Just missing the kids trick or treating. I stay back gave an empty smile say hello few folks who came by or heard over the rumor mill I was back. None who I really care about. The clock blink, 3:00. The cool breeze comforts me like a blanket over my shoulders. Music played close to mute. I thought about it all. If he at peace would I see him again. Could I make it to June in this town?

Far ahead of me on my way back, I saw a figure laying on the crisp grass. After the stories, Grams told me I wonder if it was anything important. As I got closer I saw an outline of a person. I stop and slow my walking this time with caution. Till I was right beside him. He was rocking back and forth humming some song no shirt tight-ass pants and hair messy with no shoes. This boy diffidently was fucking or having a good time. Part of me envies him and that freedom. Another knew it was because even if I don’t say it out loud he beautiful mess. Totally my type and that what it got tricky he was a reminder of the past I was hoping to leave behind. Flipping my hair out my face I got down to eye level and gently touch him.

“ Hey Hey you alright, “ I asked shaking him a bit.

He looks up and grins at me with a sleepy doozy grin. His eyes sparkle in the night sky and for a second I forgot he was drunk. My stomach did this thing I only ever felt a few times before. Back when I was happy. I shook my head and look around for help or at less to see if he drove or had friends. No luck. Part of me thought it be best to leave but then I saw it. Right below his eyes the old bruise and cuts. My jaw tightened till it clicks.

“ Mommy. Mommy” he said touching my face. I felt the cold touch of his ring against my lips. I tap it to the side and wrap his arm around me to get him up. Praying to God he, not a psycho, or I will regret this. He started to kiss my neck all while calling me mommy. Kinky mother fucker

“ Yeah Hot Wheels, not your mommy come on almost there,” I said helping him back home. He giggles and tried to be a handy hand reaching my hip and butt.

“ Holy shit your you are your a doll baby” he slurred into my ear.

Praying any god’s that my grandparents don’t wake up to him almost knocking everything down. I put my hand to his mouth and a finger to mine so he shut up. On the first day of this new me, I’m playing babysitting to a drunk man child. With ease, I toss him on my bed. He cuddles with one of my pillows squeezing my old grumpy carebear and drifts to sleep. I waited a second before I went and made my own special hangover shake and a bucket for the morning. Taking more time time to clean his face a bit and hand as gentle as I could. Time blink at 3:58, I sat on the floor against my dresser and watch him sleep. Wondering if a boy like that had nightmares too.

I woke up two hours later. Still on the floor face left with a carpet imprint. The boy from this morning now turns over to the other side against the wall sound asleep. I got up from my spot on wobbly legs grab some things and head to the bathroom.

As the cold water hit my face I kept thinking about before till the face of baby blue came into mine. His eyes look like way mine when I look into the mirror and it puzzles me. Never have I found someone else that had the same eyes as mine. Apart from me wonder what was behind those eyes. I shack it off as I dry my hair. If the boy's eyes look like mine then that means on things, his demons were just as bad. I change into tacky stuck in time uniform and walk back deep in thoughts when I stop. The boy was gone. I rush out of my room almost tripping over my own foot, empty. Nothing change in my room just the note. It wasn’t till I sat and smell the faint scent of cologne and cigarettes. It wasn’t a dream he was real. I laugh at myself there no way I will be seeing him again.

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He couldn’t remember much just that her face was half cover by her loose curly hair that shines against the streetlight. The innocent big brown eyes that went with a sugar-sweet smile. Even though she was nowhere close to his mom. He couldn’t help but think about her. He never saw someone that beautiful before. Holding on to her tight sniff her in, honey and vanilla. He wanted to stare at her as long as he could but as soon as he hit the twin size bed he was out.

“Fuck am I” he hissed holding his head trying to think what happened last night. Last he remembered was making out with some blonde at the Halloween party or was it sex. His eyes look at the cup and bucket. Brown eye. He slowly picks up the note and read it:

Sleepy Head, First off we did not have sex and no I don’t know you. What I can tell you is this you were drunk and laying on someone's lawn alone. I live on Church street and Maple Lane. If it’s before 6 and your reading this back door

He laughs at the note and put it back where he found it. It was still early Neil wouldn’t be awake if he left now. He thought maybe he leave a thank you but it decided against it. He promised himself no attachment just to graduate, save up, and leave. No room for nothing else. Before he left he heard noises from the bathroom. Sound like a peaceful lullaby. Inching close he peaks in to see a figure from behind the curtain. Shaking his head he slips out and all his Mary way her black and white Adidas flip flops whistling her lullaby.

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Blackout | Random One-Shot Series, #2

Billy Russo x Female Reader

Second Billy Russo one-shot featuring one nasty citywide blackout. But really, it’s just a matter of perspective.

Warnings: S.M.U.T., language.

Synopsis: What happens when a major blackout hits the city of New York, and you find yourself stuck with Billy goddamn Russo in an elevator, your least favorite person under the sun? Well, you’re about to find out.

Feeling cold winter wind bite at the bare skin of your calves, you mentally curse yourself for zapping that pair of tights, now peacefully resting at your place on the kitchen table. Pacing back and forth in front of a posh building, gleamed with secretive whispers of for-glamorous-crowd-only, you keep squeezing your phone, waiting on Karen to show up with a fervency of a Christian awaiting for the second coming of Christ.

Oddly enough, the metaphor quite fits: through the glass doors of the apartment complex you make out polished wood floors of a foyer that could accommodate hell of a lot of sinners and a graceful mirror-like doors of an elevator that probably go all the way to heaven.

Why Karen has chosen this 12,000-square-foot executive lifestyle hub, a dramatic and tasteless atrocity, to hold Frank’s surprise birthday party is beyond your understanding. Even though you only arrived ten minutes ago you already miss your loft in Brooklyn, where everything feels warm, spacious and familiar.

Karen is running late, but what else is new. As much as you want to help her with the finishing touches, there is no way in hell you’re going up there all alone. You frown as you wonder for a second if there are already people up at Billy Russo’s penthouse quarters, because you’d rather freeze to death than find yourself one on one with the man. It’s been so long it has become a running inside joke among your close circle of friends - with you and Billy locked in the same room, the only way either of you is getting out is in a body bag.

Still, despite of their big mouths, you love your friends. So you make an effort to care about almost everything and everyone they hold dear.

There are, of course, exceptions. Tired of waiting outside in the cold, with a deep sigh, you enter the building. After a brief hesitation, you force yourself to push the elevator button and once it arrives, you step inside, inhaling a pleasant, sugary smell. Even if no one has arrived yet – in New York people tend to be late, just to make everyone think they have a life – you’d simply make yourself scarce and hide out in Russo’s bathroom until Karen or Curtis finally decide to show.

Just when the doors of the elevator are about to slide shut, a deep, raw voice calls out to you :

“Could you hold the doors for me please?...”

Driven by the sense of civic duty and by sheer curiosity, you press the necessary button. Little do you know, one look at the man’s face would make you want to singlehandedly shut them if needed, with his head smashed in between, his brain leaking out his ears and onto the floors.

Here he is. Your almost everyone. Your exception.

The first thing you see is, of course, his toned chest, wrapped in a neat white shirt that probably costs more than this goddamn building, and a hell of a don’t-fuck-with-me attitude. His eyes, deep bottomless black oceans with glimmering flakes of ice, narrow as soon as he spots you, the muscles in his strong jaw chiseling.

“Y/L/N,” he breathes out in a badly masked annoyance, as he stumbles into the elevator, nearly slamming his right shoulder into your frame.

“Russo,” you retort, rolling your eyes. Out of all people attending the goddamn party, it’s with The fucking Pretty Boy that you somehow happen to share the elevator ride.

The last thing you want is to deal with Russo’s narcissistic antics and inferiority complex. The last time you crossed paths with him, you ended up bitching at each other for thirty minutes straight, making nasty side comments to each other until the all-American self-made jerk has finally crossed a line and you smashed a huge chunk of Curtis’ birthday cake into his face.

So yeah, Russo and you aren’t exactly buddies. And you remember exactly why.

“Aren’t you a ray of sunshine today,” surprised at the fact that Russo dares to attempt a small talk, you turn to stare at him blankly, second guessing how exactly he is expecting you to react.

Russo meets your gaze head-on, his eyes nearly begging you to start an argument.

Geez, you’re taken somewhat aback. Someone’s got their panties in a twist.

Your last chance to escape a long, torturous ride with the person you dislike most in the world goes out the window just as the doors of the elevator finally slide close.

“I was before you showed your face,” you fire back after sizing him up and turning away. From the corner of your eyes you notice Russo’s expression, like someone has just shit on his face.

“If youl keep looking at me like that the lunch in my stomach will turn sour”, you add, your eyes stubbornly fixed on the glowing numbers above the doors.

3 – 4 – 5….

Russo huffs contemptuously at your comeback, hatred that his body’s emanating hitting you in nauseating waves.

“Charming, as usual,” Billy states bitterly, showing mercy for your lunch for some reason and immediately looking away. Choosing to ignore whatever his problem is with you today, you fish your iPhone out of the Balenciaga bag, wanting to check whether Karen has shown any sign of being alive. Lightening up the dim screen and steadily fighting your desire to spit in Russo’s face with a booming Fuck Off!, you dial Page’s number, silently begging her to pick up.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up?” Karen answers on the fifth beep, her voice a little too thin, betraying an emotion you can’t quite place. Page quickly clears her throat before continuing. “You’re….uh…. You’re at the party yet?”

“Hey to you too,” you raise an eyebrow in suspicion, worry digging a hole in your lower stomach. “So you’re not yet at the rave that you’re yourself throwing?... Classy, ” your eyes still glued to the switching numbers, you try to ignore the way your skin ripples, feeling Russo’s eyes piercing through your head. Surprised at your own angst, you squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore the jerk’s presence entirely.

“Gee, I take it you stumbled into Russo,” Karen’s guess seems all too perfect, and you give Billy a suspicious side look. “I asked him to go fetch candles for the cake because I am already late as it is... I sure as hell hope he did not invite any bimbos to the party tonight, because I know how much you…”

“…thank you, Karen, you’ve made your point!” you blurt out as you try to contain the blush you know is spreading across your cheeks. Every time Karen speaks, she’s loud and confident - there is no doubt Russo heard every single word. “Listen, we’re in the elevator, I’ll shoot you a text when we’re….”

…at his place. The words never leave your lips. What you do let out is a yelp when your entire body jerks, the world spinning before your eyes. Your iPhone falls flat on the floor as the elevator comes to an abrupt stop, the building’s lights all going out simultaneously just as you lose your balance. When you’re about to fall back on the cold and dirty floors, you vaguely register strong hands snake around your waist, keeping you in place. It all happens in what feels like a millisecond, smooth and so frustratingly natural, that without even thinking twice about it, you go with a flow. Back in the vertical position, you blink rapidly as a few emergency lights turn on, casting a dim glow on the confined elevator space and your palms, pressed against Russo’s rock-hard, lean chest.

His scent immediately engulfs you, a subtle mix of oud and hickory spices, and you suddenly realize you’ve only been this close before once, save for the moment you smudged a piece of cake all over his face.

As you catch on Karen’s distressed voice, coming from the phones’ speaker, you fight off the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. As soon as they’re dealt with, you use your hands to push away from Russo’s dangerously enticing body, uncomfortable with the thoughts that circle around in your head.

And just like that, whatever it was that you shared just for a second, this moment, is gone. You pick up your phone, pressing it against your ear, as Billy backs himself against the wall, groaning and facepalming at the same time, the reality only starting to hit him from the looks of it.

“Guys? Helloooo? What the hell happened?!” Karen’s voice comes and goes, the service shitty on whatever floor you’ve stuck.

“Karen!” you exclaim, low key panicking. “Hey, Karen, we’re alright, we’re just stuck in the goddamn elevator!”

You press your free hand against the other ear in an attempt to hear Page better.

“She can’t do anything,” you flash Russo an irritated look, ignoring his words.

“Okay, listen you two, I’m going to call the building’s security or the fire department or whatever so they can try and get you out before you bite each other’s heads off. Meanwhile, I suggest that you sort out whatever the hell is going on between you two, because I won’t be held responsible for two deaths when I barely had time to enjoy my relationship with Frank. Understood?”

Something in Karen’s tone makes the horror of the situation finally dawn on you.

“Fuck,” you groan, running fingers through your messed up hair. You can almost swear you hear Russo echo your words. “Yeah alright, it isn’t like we have much of choice anyway. I’ll see you later then,” you say before giving Russo one of your trademark glares. “If I’m not behind bars for a homicide by the time help arrives”.

“Don’t worry”, Karen responds rather cheerfully. “I’ll bail your ass out.”

As soon as the call ends, heavy silence settles in, so thick you could cut it with a butter knife.

“Do you think the dynamic duo planned it?” Russo finally speaks, referring to Karen and Frank, without any doubt, as he leans against the wall and crosses his strong arms across his chest.

“Sure, they planned a fucking blackout. Your denseness never ceases to amaze, Russo”.

Upon the hearing of your unceremonious comment, Billy narrows his eyes, watching you, sporting a glower fierce enough to put the fear of God in anyone.

This is sure going to be a long wait.

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The silence in the elevator is deafening. It’s so quiet, Billy swears he can hear the dust move in whirls, its thin layers disturbed by your heavy and impatient breathing. With your cheeks red and your eyes darting all over the elevator, you breathe in and out. It probably takes every once of your self-control not to grab him by his hair and smash his head against the elevator panel, repeatedly, till the fucking thing can function again.

Billy watches you fume silently in your corner, the question he’s been asking himself for ages threatening to fall off his tongue.

He hears you sigh again, as you wipe tiny beads of sweat from your forehead, and he knows. He just knows that this is his chance to get some answers. Actually, he couldn’t have found a more convenient time and place to demand some kind of an explanation from you – at least, now, you have nowhere to run.

“Why do you hate me so much, Y/L/N?” Russo’s voice cuts the silence like an nuclear bomb going off. He can feel your entire body shudder as you turn your head in his direction, your eyes widening a bit, as if you’ve just acknowledged he was here the entire time.

Billy knows exactly what to expect from you, and as you confirm his expectations, he starts to regret his attempt at a heart-to-heart talk with you.

You roll your eyes before crossing your hands over your chest, your stare blank but determined.

“Please,” you huff, “I don’t hate you, Russo. Hating is exhausting”.

“Exactly,” Billy picks up almost immediately after you’re finished talking. “Why waste all that energy?”

You look at him, chomping on your lips in annoyance.

“I said I don’t hate you,” you repeat stubbornly. “In order to hate you I’d have to be emotionally invested. And I’m not. If you must know, you’re an asshole, and it’s just that I have zero tolerance for assholes”.

For some reason, your answer makes Billy chuckle quite heartily, as he turns away and slides down the elevator wall to sit on his ass. Spreading his legs some, he stretches his long arms and puts them on top of his knees, his head pressed against the cool wall.

“Something funny?” still standing, you narrow your eyes at him.

Russo bites on his lips in order to keep his outburst of emotion in, and shakes his head, like you’re hopeless and he’s done with you. This makes your blood boil in your veins.

Arrogant little fucker.

“If you have something to say, just say it,” your tone is dismissive and calm for the most part, but it suffices to wipe the smirk from Russo’s face.

“Why bother?” he asks bitterly, his black eyes sparkling in the red light. “You probably have your head filled with bitchy comebacks that you’ve been preparing for this kind of situation. I’d rather you keep your mouth shut and we spend time stuck in this hot box in silence”.

Before you even realize it, you push off the wall of the elevator, your eyes blazing.

“Excuse me?” you hiss. “You are the one asking me to fucking talk! And when I do, you’re surprised that I actually have balls to tell you the truth, unlike all those Barbie bitches you spend your time with, getting off at the sound of them saying how awesome you are”.

Russo’s jaw drops open slightly. He definitely didn’t expect you to push back, but he should have known better by now.

A real Ballbuster, aren’t you?

“So this is why you’re always such a bitch to me,” Billy feigns revelation, his lips stretched in what can only be described as a devilish grin. “Is this because of that night in New York two years ago? When you had to ruin everything, without even telling me what the fuck was wrong?”

The way you watch him, unblinking, biting the inside of your cheek lets Billy know he has just hit a nail on the head. He doesn’t know what he’s expected from you, but it definitely wasn’t nothing; and that is exactly what he’s faced with.

You don’t speak. You blink a couple of times, hanging on to your composure, probably even mentally counting to ten... For a moment there, Billy thinks you really are going to kick him in the balls and thus justify the nickname that he’s long since given you.

But it’s like you don’t even see him anymore. Turning your entire body away from him, you stare at the closed doors, peeling off your jacket, hot leather sticking to your arms.

Billy’s watching your every move, taking in your body slowly and you can’t help but feel exposed – vulnerable. When his eyes meet yours, he asks:

“Why?”

His voice is stern, yet calm, and you bite on the bottom lip, your stomach churning.

Both of you know exactly what he’s talking about.

“It’s not important,” you finally speak, your voice steadier than you thought it’d be. “No one gives a damn anymore”.

“I do”, Billy’s voice rolls over you like thunder, your skin tingling at the sound. “I give a damn. If it wasn’t important, you wouldn’t take every opportunity to chew me the fuck out when I’m around”.

He stands up in one gracious move, and makes a couple of steps in your direction, closing the space between the two of you. The smell of his cologne hits your nostrils again as he finally rests one of his arms on the wall behind you.

Staring into his pitch black irises, you still hold your ground, not moving an inch.

“What did I do?” Billy whispers, his lips itching closer to your face.

“What didn’t you do!” you throw both of your hands in the air, making Russo back off instinctively. Your mind is reeling, and you suddenly realize that all the shit you’ve had brewing inside of your head because of Russo for so long has got to spill out. You’re a bit surprised when you see a flash of relief momentarily grace Billy’s stare, but you brush the thought away quickly.

He wants to know why you hate him, well, the fucker is about to find out.

Billy watches you in what can only be described as an awe as you push towards him, until it’s his turn to back right into the wall. He’s about to ask what the hell do you think you’re doing, but the question is caught in his throat when you start to yell, finally letting go of all the anger you had bubbling inside for so long.

“How fucking dare you pretend like this is all some huge surprise to you?”, you’re full-on screaming now, and tears are ringing in your voice. “I thought we shared something that evening. I loved spending time with you on the roof, after everyone’s left! And I made it pretty fucking clear that night that I wanted you. I fucking told you so. I was waiting for your ass for hours, and a fucking prick that you are, I shouldn’t have been surprised to see you suck Madani’s face off the next day at the Homeland’s!”

God knows that this is a fucked-up situation. And as twisted as it is, your anger stirs something inside of Billy, causing his blood to flow south, straight to his groin.

“Have you any fucking idea what that felt like, with Madani and the others talking behind my back, the girl who was ready to spread her legs in front of Billy fucking Russo, and he didn’t even bother to take what was offered? Of course you don’t, because you didn’t give a shit. You barely looked at me, let alone spoke to me for the last two years, and now you dare asking me what did you do?!”

“You are insane”, Billy can’t help the harshness in his tone as he hears your ridiculous lies. As the words leave his mouth, he instantly regrets them, but the damage’s done. You turn your head away from him, hugging yourself, ashamed of the tears slowly rolling down your cheeks.

“I don’t understand,” he runs his fingers through his hair in desperation.

“Of course you don’t,” you huff, and quickly wipe your tear-stained cheeks. “You are so used to everything being offered to you.”

“Not everything”, Billy bites back, feeling irritated and helpless, because he is just so confused. “I texted you that night after you left the party telling you how much I, too, loved spending time with you. I even asked you out on a date for breakfast next morning. You never fucking answered.”

You stare at him like he’s grown a penis on his forehead.

“Were you that drunk?” you let out a bitter laugh. “I told you I’d have loved to, and I said that we could order in, and gave you my fucking address! Drop the fucking surprised act, Russo, you wrote me you were coming over! And of course you never showed. You left me feeling like a stupid whore, more so when I saw you kissing Madani on the steps of the Homeland Security next morning, out of all people!”

Confused expression slowly fades from Billy’s face. Something clicks in his head, and he looks like he’s finally assembling a puzzle on which he’s been working for quite some time.

“I’ve never gotten your texts. I checked twice that night… After Frankie brought my phone that I left at the bar, where Curtis, him and a couple of my Anvil guys were playing poker after the party…”

Silence is tense, and you can hear your ragged breaths join in an odd kind-of harmony.

“...Madani was with them, wasn’t she?” your voice is barely a whisper, when you finally figure it out.

“And Madani was there with them, yeah”, Billy repeats, still struck. “Unbelievable. The bitch hacked my phone.”

How dared she take his phone and violate his privacy like that? How fucking dared she meddle with something so important to him?

The next twenty minutes pass by slowly, the only sound coming from the confusion within the building. Both Billy and you don’t speak, letting this new discovery sink in, before he finally breaks and says:

“I’m an asshole.”

You look at him questioningly, and he can tell you're distancing yourself from him.

“I just saw you laughing with Curtis that morning when you showed up at Homeland, you looked so happy, and you didn’t even look at me, I was… hurt,” he confesses, staring into the ceiling. “I acted like a goddamn fool, and for that I am sorry”.

“It’s fine,” you answer almost immediately, avoiding his gaze. “Whatever. What’s done is done. It’s been two years, I honestly couldn’t care less”.

And there it is. Billy can see it now. The mask you wear whenever he enters the room. He isn’t going to buy it, not this time, when he’s finally gotten you to let your guard down a little, when you’ve finally admitted how hurt you were… When you’ve finally admitted you cared, for this entire time.

“You’re lying”, you shiver as Billy reaches out, his hands sliding up your arm, until his fingers grip your elbow. He manages to draw you closer to him, his mouth nearly caressing your ear as he whispers the words to you.

When you turn your head, ever so slightly, you catch his black eyes that burn into yours, and the rough grip of his fingers tightens on your hipbones.

How…? For how long has he been touching you like that?

When Billy’s name escapes your lips, it comes out in a breath, your tongue and lips caressing every syllable.

“I’ve been tortured for two years, thinking about how my name will sound falling off your lips,” Billy whispers, his eyes drinking in every detail of your face. “The way your pulse goes crazy when I touch you like that,” his lips hover over a sensitive spot next to your jawline as he speaks, “tells me you don’t mean it. Tells me that you care.”

Billy’s lips press against the tender beating just below your ear, and the sensation is overwhelming. You moan involuntary, as your skin catches fire, your hips bucking into his.

“I want it slow,” he says, his voice hoarse, but his hungry hands, running down your sides and squeezing your ass, tell another story entirely. “I want you to feel just what you have been missing”.

Heat pools in between your thighs in answer to his words, bare millimetres separating your lips. You take a second to look into Billy’s eyes, glassy, his irises so dark they’re indistinct… Burning rooms filled with dense smoke.

Billy meets your lips halfway, soft, full and demanding. He slips his tongue into your mouth, eliciting a moan from you, that he swallows greedily. His hands fist your hair, as he deepens the kiss, biting on your bottom lip.

It’s a feverish and emotional kiss, and Billy could pass out from the relief of feeling your mouth on his. He even fucking dreamed about this moment. Granted, in his mind this was never happening during a citywide blackout in an elevator, but it wasn’t as powerful as it feels right now, either.

He takes in every movement of your tongue, massaging his, every gasp falling off your swollen, reddened lips, and he’s so hard his pants might fucking split. The things get worse when you wrap your hands around his neck, your bodies pressed to each other in all the right places. Billy growls, something animalistic in the way he moves, when he grabs your hips again and lifts you up, pinning you to the wall.

The friction that results from your movements makes both of you moan, and you are suddenly glad you didn’t put that pair of tights on. Billy’s calloused hands slide up your thighs, your dress a mop of chiffon around your waist. When he presses one of his thumbs to that pulsating spot in between your legs, you swear under your breath; then he pushes your lingerie out of the way and draws circles on and around that swollen bud, making you whimper and bite his bottom lip so rough it surely must hurt.

“Please, Billy,” you gasp, and dig your nails in the back of his neck.

“Please what?” he asks, his breath hitting your collarbone.

When you don’t speak, grinding your hips on him, Billy growls again.

“You want me to fuck you raw, is that it?” your eyes go wide at his words, but your thighs part further. “I know, baby, I want that too. I need to feel you”.

Pressing your body into the elevator wall with his weight, Billy makes short work of his pants, letting them slide down his thighs. Quickly slipping a condom out of the pocket of his dark grey number, he tears the foil packet and rolls the latex on himself. Then he guides you gently as you lower yourself onto him, and you both gasp at the contact.

He bucks his hips to meet yours, and the feeling is exquisite. Billy cups your ass in his large hands, pushing his cock deeper inside of you, and your mind is reeling, as his mouth sucks on your neck so hard it’s sure going to leave a mark.

Billy circles his hips slowly in an attempt to find that spot, the one that will have you screaming his name in seconds. He nearly makes himself tear his gaze away from your chest, beads of sweat rolling in between your breasts. The shape of them is fucking perfect.

Your nails dig harder into his neck and that how he knows he found the spot he’s been searching for. His thrusting speeds up, and he can’t help but curse as your back arches into him. Your lips bite into his as you come undone, muffling your screams of pleasure.

Two more thrusts, as deep as they would go, and Billy moans, spilling into the condom.

Both of you are a panting mess, as you press your foreheads together. This is the moment the steady white light chooses to suddenly flick on.

“Right on time,” you whisper against his lips. You smirk at each other, and moments later it’s a full-blown laugh.

Letting you slide off him smoothly, Billy can’t stop picturing the way your body looked, pressed against his, as he wraps his silk handkerchief around the used condom and tucks it into one of the pocket of his trousers. He buckles his belt, never looking away. As you smile at him adjusting your dress, he cups your face and smashes his lips into yours, letting them linger.

Thank God for the fucking blackout, he thinks, lacing your fingers together, facing the elevator doors again. He turns his head to you though, because he can’t help the urge to stare at you, admire how beautiful you look with your wild eyes and smudged lipstick, still wearing the heat from his kisses and that rumpled dress…

Thank you for reading! Feedback and other blackout-related ideas are appreciated!

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo imagine #billy russo x you #billy russo smut #ben barnes #ben barnes imagine #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes oneshot #ben barnes smut #the punisher imagine #the punisher

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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House of Mouse: The Stolen Cartoons Review (Patreon Review)

Hello all you happy people! It’s Patreon Review Time. Since my 5 dollar or higherr patreons get 1 review a month, Kevin my 10 dollar patreon is using one of his to celebrate the 20th anniversary of House of Mouse by having me review a random episode a month. And for this month we’re going all the way back to the start with The Stolen Cartoons!

I already introed house of mouse back when I reviewed “The Three Cablleros” episode but for a refresher: House of Mouse is a 2001 cartoon about Mickey and Co running a club. Mickey is host, Minnie plans the show and runs the books, Donald tends to the VIP”s and co owns the club with Mickey, Goofy is head waiter, Daisy runs guest services, Horace is technical support, Clarabelle is a gossip monger with no clear actual job, and Max is Valet. The show was used to repackage shorts from the short lived show Mickey mouseworks, using the club setting as a wraparound and said club was attentend by all the various characters from the disney canon. It’s as awesome as it sounds.

The voice cast, which I didn’t intro thorughly last time, was equally awesome with all the actors for the characters at the time, all legends in the industry. Wayne Allwine as Mickey,who played the character from the late 70′s to his death, Russi Taylor as Minnie and the Triplets, who did the same and was also married to wayne, Tony Anselmo, who should be thorughly familiar to readers of this blog and donald duck fans as his voice since Ducktales, Voice Actress Tress Macneile as Daisy, likewise, Jason Marsden as Max and Voice Acting Legend Jim Cummings as Pete. All except Allweine i’ve profieled before on this blog in various other series, but Wayne, outisde of a very minor role in black cauldron, only voiced Mickey, and to me is the defntiive voice for the guy, though Chris is getting close.

The other notable members of the cast i havent’ covered are April Winchell, who while tremendous, I will save for an episode Clarabelle is actually in more, and Bill Farmer. I have a great amount of Love for Bill and like everyone here, he was a vertran of the industry by the time he showed up in this series. His defining roll far and away is goofy, who was, to my delighted surprise his FIRST voice audition, having studided PInto Colving’s voice well to the point you can barely tell the difference between the two, and having inherited the roll around the same time as Russi and Tony. He’s the voice of Goofy I and most kids from the 80′s onward have grown up with and is the best at the roll by far, having chances for depth and nuance Pinto wasn’t allowed with the Goofy Movies and other works. IN general he’s just THE goofy to me. He’s also the voice of horace and pluto, and currently voices Hop Pop in Amphibia which is super noteworthy as looking at his filmography like a lot of the sensational 6′s va’s he’s only voiced goofy or Pluto for most of his career. But hey like Tony, if you only do one charcter might as well be the fucking best at it. He also has a show on Disney Plus with him and dogs I need to watch yesterday.

So with our cast out of the way, and not much history to go into, join me after the cut and we’ll see how House of Mouse got it’s start and if it was a good one.

Breaking from my usual format for House of Mouse and doing the shorts as they come up int he main story for two reasons: The first is that the shorts are integral to the plot and the second is that there’s way more main story this time around than usual, likely to properly set things up.

So we open at the House of Mouse with Mickey Adressing the club and showing off the general premise of this being a club for all of the various heroes and villains of disney to hang out and what not. He also presents the house rules which are no smoking (Fair and should’ve always been a thing), no villianous schemes and no eating the other guests, all helpfully demonstrated as he says them. We also get to see the others in action: Minnie handling the schedule and the crew, Donald welcoming the guests, and Daisy running the desk and getitng brainwashed by Jafar into giving him a table. Max also is providing his job as Valet which surprised me because I genuinely thought he didn’t join the cast till season 2.. despite the fact he’s right there in the credits.. which are the same for ALL THREE SEASONS.

So things are going well.. so naturally that’s when Pete shows up to try and ruin things. Look he’s having a hard time after the divorce.. several years ago. Okay maybe he’s always just been a dick and that’s why he’s divorced in the first place. Point is he naturally wants to shut the club down, boot them out, and wreck up the place like any natural cartoon villian or real estate scum bag landlord. Pete just happens to be both because he can multitask. .and because it’s basically the same thing you just have to be animated for one of them. Thankfully whoever the previous Landlord was, i’m going with Shere Kahn given the setting, his roll in tailspin and the fact the obvious candidate, scrooge, would make no sense here given a later episode where he guest stars, wrote into the contract that as long as the show goes on, they can stay in business. Pete stews over this and naturally plans to stop the show while Minnie, in a cute bit, comforts a nervous mickey and just tells him to play some cartoons. So...

Pluto Gets the Paper: Wet Cement and Donald’s Dynamite: Magic Act I”m covering both of these at once. But as I said the animated shorts this time are one big sized one and two of the shorter ones to make more room for the story. Which is fair: this is the first episode, and thus needs to set up the premise. The series isn’t story driven but your first episode should still feel like one, ease you into the world and get you situated and THEN can do the normal format. It’s also in the episode’s favor as the heavier story focus meant a BETTER story than most season 1 episodes, on par with the two season 3 episodes i’ve covered so far.

The shorts themselves are fine. So far this is the only Pluto Short i’ve liked as it has a neat enough gaga: Pluto has to get the paper in wet cement. Why did the paperboy throw it in wet cement instead of in the driveway, I dunno but given this short is well.. short and just meant to deliver on some quick gags, I’m not going to question it. It’s the first Pluto short i’ve covered without any dog sexual harassment, i’m not looking a gift dog in the mouth.

The other short short played right after is part of a series where Donald ends up trying to get rid of a round bomb that shows up wherever he is....

It’s pretty damn funny, though being a huge Donald fan i’m obviously biased, but even removing my donald duck brand sunglasses, I will concede this was objectively fun.

But the cartoons stop as, true to the title, they’ve gone missing! Horace is found tied up, the cartoons are gone and Pete is obviously responsible. and hilariously so as the rope has his name on it and he says “I don’t know horace horsecollar” There are a LOT of good gags in this one, i’m leaving a lot out for time’s sake.

So Mickey and Minnie come up with a plan: Mickey sends the.. Quackstreet Boys.... to stall. Now it may shock you but I actually LIKE the backstreet boys. Not to an extreme amount but I did grow up with them, and even now find their music pretty damn good. No my issue is this parody is weak, mostly running entirely on the title pun. The most I can give them credit for is using the outfits from their second album cover. No I wasn’t kidding I did grow up with them. You saw that everywhere so even if I didn’t enjoy their music then and now, i’d know it. But it just feels really weak, like they had no idea what to DO with the boys and instead just slapped them in a lame parody. It dosen’t help i’m not a fan of the classic version of the boys outside of the comics, as I feel later productions should’ve had them actually be distinct, and it took until 2017 to pull that off with the reboot, something I fear may be undone in future productions. Please.. don’t.. you can have Cristina Vee voice them all, I don’t care about the voice I just want to be able to tell them a apart. So yeah I don’t like it but it dosen’t drag the episode down. Just something I wanted to have a moan about.

So they split up: Mickey, Minnie and Goofy go to shoot a cartoon while Donald runs the club. Naturally he rebrands.. but what really is telling is everyone boos him when he tries to mc.. just for not being Mickey. While Donald does have a massive inferiority complex here, desperately wanting to one up mickey.. with moments like this it’s hard not to see why> He’s JUST as big a star, just as talented , maybe not as nice but just as likeable. He even co-owns the club. But ironically only Mickey Himself, and Daisy of Course, treat him like an equal. To everyone else it’s Mickey’s world and he’s just the sidekick. It’s no wonder he spend sthe entire show desperately trying to outdo mickey: he doesn’t hate the guy, even if he wouldn’t admit it.. but he just wants to be loved too. Sure it’s part ego.

Mickey does return though with the new cartoon. And our only sizeable one so.

Hickory Dickory Mickey: This is a REALLY good one with a simple enough premise; Goofy wants Mickey to take him to the airport at 6am tomorrow.. which Mickey balks at.

Seriously i’ve woken up at 3-4am to go to the airport or on road trips. Waking up at 5:30 is pretty standard. Goofy also has good reason to ask as he once BROKE MICKEY OUT OF JAIL. And as seen up top the flashback is done in black and white AND with their old models. I just.. love everything about this and it had to have taken extra effort to make new models for the old models and thus extra money for a quick joke. So kudos best part of the episode. But with his hands tied Mickey is forced to take him and Goofy leaves him his clock which won’t stop ticking. So we get just.. nonstop good gags as Mickey tries to sleep with standouts being his trying to drown it out only to get the tick station, the tock station on the radio and the clock channel on the tv. He also tries to mail it and naturally it comes back thanks to a kangaroo when he ships it to Australia..a nd then get’s progressively batshit as he mails it to HADES (comes back in a puff of smoke) and to the 1920′s (It comes back in black and white with arms and legs). It’s just.. really damn good and I suggest seeking it out. I have liked other shorts better but this was a good one.

Pete still gloats as they’ll need more cartoons.. only for one to fall out of his jacket and Mickey to shake the rest out. We then get a fun chase between the two, SO many good jokes, my favorite being him dressing up as a dalmation only for Cruella to take measurements, before being cornered by the three and the elephant from tarzan who throws him out.. right next to pepper-ann and her mom “Don’t touch the villian dear”. Good crossover.. and another show that like House of Mouse is not on disney plus don’t ask me why.

So our heroes win, we get our usual sponsorship and unusually we see the guests leave, a nice bit I wish they did more. All’s well that ends well.

Final Thoughts: This episode was fantastic. It introduces the cast well, sets up our villian, our basic premise and while only having one major cartoon, uses that as a plot point and it’s a damn good one. A fantastic start to the series and frankly the best place to start if your curious about the show. I’d like to thank Kev for sponsoring this review. If you’d like your own review you can look at comissoin details on my blog or get one guaranteed every month by becoming a 5 dollar patreon. You get one guaranteed review a month, acess to my discord server for my patreons, and to pick a short when I do birthday specials. And contributing to my patreon gets me closer to my stretch goals, even one dollar helps. Next goal not only gets reviews of the super ducktales mini series, but also a darkwing duck episode EVERY MONTH. And with the plug done, i’ll see you at the next rainbow.

#house of mouse #mickey mouse #donald duck #peg legged pete #pete pete #minnie mouse #bill farmer #daisy duck #2001 #horrace horsecollar #tarzan #pluto #max goof

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goodbye to the clearest eyes

pair: kim namjoon/park jimin | minjoon, rating: G

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33675553

dropping a minjoon fic here as well (because why not)! :>

Namjoon glances at his phone for the seventeenth time that night, the digital clock blinking back 23:14 at him, and his screen flashing low battery warning since the 20 percent mark. He waits again for ten more minutes, closing his eyes and losing himself in the muted sound of the club on the street across and the passing honks of ubers. A ping stirs him up.

Disappointed but not surprised. He knows he set himself up for this.

“Joon hi. Hope you thought better - like before. I actually got a ride. Lucky huh. So anyway, please don’t mind my earlier texts. See you later.” Ironically, his phone thinks it’s the most opportune time to shut down, zero percent, no more warning. He softly thumps his head on the steering wheel, but his fingers are tightly gripping around it.

“I should stop this.” This is the same sentence he repeats for every conquest Jin conjures up every Friday of the week. He sighs, enraged but tired, and he starts the ignition.

Then his passenger side opens and comes in an angel.

“Excuse me?”

It’s Namjoon’s first expression. Blonde hair, lopsided smile that reaches his eyes, plump and pouty lips, flushed cheeks, and fair skin. He waves to his friends goodbye and reaches for the seatbelt.

He misses it and he chuckles. He tries again and almost gets it. Again, another hearty chuckle.

“You’re hammered,” Namjoon says. “But this is not an uber.”

The blonde man fits the seatbelt in successfully in his third try. He looks up at Namjoon, and he is disarmed by bright hazelnut irises which disappear in a wide smile. “Look I managed to wear my seatbelt.” His fingers, dainty fingers, meet each other to give himself a small, silent clap.

Namjoon’s heart is thumping. What is this is a new modus of a local gang? Using an angel-faced to lure innocents into their deaths? He clears his throat and tries to capture the blonde’s attention. “I would appreciate it if you get out of my car right now.”

Yeah, especially since I just got my license at 30 years old. Because Jin had his car towed.

The blonde is heaving and Namjoon knows what comes next. He opens the windows and gets ready to give him a paper bag stashed in his glove compartment. It’s actually reserved for Jin, waiting for its purpose for several weeks now, but at least a single piece gets to see the light for tonight.

The passenger waves away his offer of a vomit bag. He just lets his head loll on the side, eyes shut, smile still plastered on his cherubic face. Namjoon rakes his raven locks with his hand, and he decides then to fuck it. He’s in the neighborhood, he has an available car. He will do one kind deed today and bring this angel safely to his home.

But yeah fuck me too because my phone’s basically on coma and I’m geographically challenged. No choice then. “Hey you, I’m sorry but I don’t have the maps on. I can’t drive you.”

The blonde tries to sit up straight with his eyes still closed. “Can you first drive around? I don’t want to go home yet.”

This is a red flag, Namjoon knows. Far too many dreadful things have been happening nowadays and everyone is hardly to be trusted even when they have the most beautiful countenance he has ever seen. But he had too many losses this year, too many times he held out chances for someone who won’t return them back, too many hopes for beginnings but he got indefinite endings instead. Yeah, fuck it.

“Can you move away from the window so I can close it?” Namjoon asks.

“Can you leave my side open? I want to feel the cold air against my face,” the man replies. Now that Namjoon’s looking at him intently, he notices he must be in his early 20s, not more than 25 probably.

He stuffs the paper bag on his passenger’s dainty fingers (which thankfully he holds onto because dry cleaning would be a bitch) and drives towards the road he frequents when he gets stood up.

“It’s kinda cold.” His blonde locks are swaying with the wind.

Namjoon chuckles and checks his monitor. “Well it’s the transition between fall and winter. Do you want me to close it now?”

“No, not really. I love the cold. It makes my cheeks redder. It makes me aware of the blood in my body.”

“I like this season too although I’m not a fan of snowing. I’d rather walk than drive a car when it’s winter.” Namjoon steals a glance. “Looks like you really enjoyed tonight. Flushed and rosy cheeks are also good signs of life. Would you believe it’s a criteria males would look for in females they want for marriage and reproduction? Of course, this was back when patriarchy was still 100 percent practiced.”

Namjoon takes a right turn amid the dense canopy of hickory trees and into the tunnel. Now would be the most advantageous time for his passenger to kill him.

“Yes, I enjoyed tonight,” the blonde remarks. His hazelnut eyes are now open and trained on the road. “My friends and colleagues organized a farewell party.”

“Changing jobs?” Namjoon breathes slowly, waiting for the blonde to pull out a gun or knife.

“Nope, not really. I’m going away.”

Nothing comes for Namjoon’s life, and he feels the bubble of laughter in his throat. “Another city or abroad?”

His hazelnut eyes roll to the ceiling, and he ponders for a whole minute. “Yeah, abroad. That’s what I told them.”

The tunnel is empty, but Namjoon keeps a safe driving speed on the rightmost lane. Occasionally, a sports car would speed past them, the tires screeching with the echoes. He wonders if he should keep up the conversation, but gauging the other person’s responses, it seems like they don’t mind. “Oh that must be fun. I also went abroad after university, straight to Belgium. It felt freeing that time, but I realized just recently that I was probably running away.”

There he goes again, spilling his guts to a stranger at midnight in the middle of a tunnel. Namjoon’s mind now wonders if this blonde isn’t afraid of him. He’s bigger than this passenger, more muscular, and definitely taller. He can easily subdue him and drop him in the ocean.

“It’s somewhere I have to go to,” he replies. “I’ve never been to Belgium. Chocolates must be good there.”

“The roads are very bike friendly, if you’re curious.” Namjoon remembers the awe when he first set foot in Brussels. No annoying car honks, no bulky vehicles on the streets. Just people biking, in tune with nature, giving way to each other, the tiny bells ringing.

“Ah I also never learned how to bike. How disappointing.”

“It’s a nice skill to have, keeps you active, and obviously it decreases your carbon footprint.”

His passenger laughs like it’s a trill of a nightingale. “You have such a weird thought process!”

Namjoon’s voice wavers, part embarrassed, part socially anxious. He’s never good in dealing with extroverts. “Is it bad?”

The blonde shakes his head. “I’m saying it’s unique. Anyway, I won’t worry much about my carbon footprint.”

Namjoon clucks his tongue against his mouth. “You must be a mindful consumer.”

“Hmm, I’m not really sure. I guess I am?” His little pinky finger rests on the side of his lip. “But it gives me comfort that I’m alleviating Mother Earth’s illness somehow.”

They leave the tunnel and the smell of salt air arrests both of their senses. Namjoon opens the window on his side as well and breathes in the ocean. He normally frequents this area during sunsets, a few minutes when twilight sets in before it finally transitions to the night sky. His existence hovers in between those changes, all beautiful and all passing. It dawns on him that he took a plunge when he decided to drive here at this time. “Do you mind some music?”

“No, go ahead!”

Namjoon opens his radio, and the first notes of 400 Lux drifts from the speakers. The blonde lets an arm out on touches the air on the skin of his fingers. Namjoon notices this and mirrors him. The ocean greets them after a few seconds, quiet in its vastness despite the rhythmic buoy of the waves and the sound they make when they crash against the sandy shore.

“I’d like to visit many more places,” his companion continues. “Like Jeju Island. My grandmother plants the sweetest tangerines, and my ex-boyfriend would often come help out during harvest season. But I broke up with him just recently and cut off all ties.”

“Sorry about the ex-boyfriend,” Namjoon interjects. “He must be missing the tangerines a lot.”

“Let’s hope that’s the only thing he’ll be missing. By the time he’d miss me, he must have moved on already.”

The road comes a bit closer to the waters, and the wind drifts over some of the sea spray to them as the waves break against the side of the cliffs. “And here you are, sounding like you already miss him.”

“I won’t deny it.” He pauses and takes a deep breath. “I found that it’s healthy to acknowledge your feelings than keep them all repressed so I’m honoring our bond by honoring the grief.”

“Sounds like good advice.” The guilt creeps up on Namjoon, but he ignores this for a moment. Maybe he can take this bit, store it, and use it in the future. It’s good advice anyway.

“I also want to visit Disneyland. I’ve never been to one. Couldn’t afford it. But I hate roller coasters and pirate ships, anything that has to do with heights. Although, if given the chance, I would try all of them at once even if I vomit after.”

“The lines are freakishly long.”

“How much do you think would it cost if I rent the whole place for a day?”

Namjoon laughs. “Pretty sure it would have at least six zeroes.”

“Oh I thought it would have seven.” They both break into guffaws. After a few seconds, the blonde continues his musing. “I would also love to visit my parents and see them again every day.”

“Can’t you do it now?”

The man stretched his arms in front of him and wiggles in his chair. “I’ll actually drop by tomorrow, spend some time before I truly go.”

Namjoon slowly turns on a blind curve, weighing the last sentence in his mind. “I moved out when I was 18 into the university dorms, and then I got my own apartment after graduation. Most of us go through that linear phase, don’t you think – growing out of our childhood homes and leaving the ‘youth’ behind.”

“You don’t even look like 30 yet.”

“I’m flattered. And you don’t look like you’re over 20s.”

“I get that a lot.” The blonde chuckles, not bothering to hide another set of blush on his cheeks. Under the dim light of the moon, Namjoon briefly notices the redness in his ears.

“But wouldn’t it be nice to come back to it, to that safe bubble when life becomes too overwhelming?” Somehow, Namjoon also feels a hot flush on his skin despite the icy air that has set in their atmosphere.

“We both know there’s no bubble anymore when we go back.”

“I guess it will take you a long time to come back.”

The passenger nods, his hazelnut eyes leaving the road to focus on the ocean. “A very, very, very long time. I may not see them again after I go.”

He must be moving for good, Namjoon thinks. Or he’s cutting off ties. Like I did so many years ago.

“Hey, can we stop over for water? I’m thirsty.”

Namjoon spots the 24/7 convenience store on the side of the road. He remembers this is a junction close to a fishing port hence the all-around operations. He parks on the empty lot and waits for the blonde to finish buying his needs. He comes back with four bottles of water and two bowls of already cooked instant ramen. “Would you like to eat by the shore?”

Sure why not in the middle of almost-winter? Namjoon follows him nonetheless, even sitting on the damp sand cross legged with ramen in between his hands. They slurp the noodles in silence punctuated by the crashing waves and occasional noise of the seagulls and the horn of incoming fishing fleets. They do not talk, too engrossed with the hot food and spicy broth.

Finally finished, they combine their garbage in what was supposed to be the passenger’s vomit bag. Namjoon initially walks to the direction of his car, but the passenger decides to walk along the shore for the minute, barefoot, his black leather mules secured in his other hand.

“Would you look at that? It’s finally used,” Namjoon jokingly remarks about the vomit bag.

The blonde chuckles at his lame attempt to lighten the mood. Namjoon finally notices the muted loss in his startlingly beautiful hazelnut eyes, and the layers of sadness covered up by his songbird laughter, but he knows it’s not his place to ask.

“Have you ever thought about death?” The way he asked it was so blunt, so deadpan, so out of the blue, and so far removed from his lively persona that Namjoon interacted with in the vehicle.

It catches him off guard, of course. He never really delved into it, not when he was too busy running away from his feelings for his college best friend, not when he came back and tried to rekindle that friendship and connection again, not when he was too busy wondering if it was already too late.

He was too busy facing the consequences of his life. “In passing, maybe.”

The blonde walks further into the water, the waves reaching to his knees. “What do you think happens after?”

“I personally don’t believe in afterlife or in God or in heaven.” Namjoon scratches the back of his neck, aware that his being agnostic would sometimes earn an agitated reaction from people. “It just ends. You become food for the detritus, a fertilizer for the plants.”

“Lessening the carbon footprint?” the blonde brings it up again, and this earns a hearty chuckle from Namjoon.

“We could put it like that. You contribute to nutrient cycling.”

“That’s a nice way of describing rotten flesh being eaten by worms.” He turns towards the expanse of the ocean with his eyes closed and that constant smile that seems to hold him together throughout this night. “I….visualize dying as a new birth, a chance of being someone again, a reincarnation. Even if I live as a butterfly with gray wings, a disowned black cat because of superstition, a whale with an alien frequency, a deer hunted in the open season, I’ll welcome it because it gives me another day, another life. It gives me another chance to feel the cold air on my face, the hot flush on my nose and ears, the water between my toes. Another chance to meet people, another chance to fall in love and break and fall all over again, another chance to live.”

The whole monologue untethers Namjoon. It is as if the sand underneath him started shifting.

The blonde turns his attention on the sky, stars invisible behind the fluffy clouds which signal incoming rain. As he silently watches them move across the space, Namjoon follows the change in his expression, the surrender of the smile, and the explosion of dullness in his irises.

“I have a tumor in my brain. Cancer has progressed too far and too deep to consider chemotherapy. Doctor gave me three months at most.”

Namjoon feels like he needs the vomit bag more. He’s tongue tied and numb all over. He feels cold all over, but he doesn’t know if he should blame the season. All the sounds are drowned by a ringing in his head, and he barely hears the blonde come up to him and tap his shoulder with his smile back again.

“I want to go home now. Thank you for driving me tonight.”

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Now in the safe enclave of his apartment with a fully charged phone, Namjoon composes a long message intended for Jin, his apologies running all the way back since college. An apology for not responding to his confession, an apology for running away, an apology for coming back and expecting everything is the same.

And an ultimatum of a definite conclusion – whether he can let him in or cut him off from his life – because he has spent a long time living in between.

The breakdown comes after he hits send, choking sobs hitched in his throat. A mourning for a blonde stranger.

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“Have a taste of this.” A grandmother in her 90s offers a peeled tangerine to Namjoon.

He bites through the piece of fruit and the sweetness hits him in full. He relishes the burst of flavor in his mouth with his eyes closed albeit it’s actually a ruse to keep the flood of tears at bay. You were right, they’re the sweetest tangerines. “I think I’ll order a hundred kilos.”

“That’s too much, my son.” The old woman laughs and playfully slaps him on the arm. “So how did you find your orchard tour a while ago?”

“I can’t help but hear a songbird in the area. Must be coming from the nearby forest.”

“Ah, it started singing last year. Since then, we’ve always had a year-round harvest. He must be my lucky charm.”

#bts fic #bts fanfic #minjoon #minimoni #namjoon x jimin

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