#MWAH thank you for the ask bones!! i had so much fun with these you can tell jfsjsfks <3
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30-35 for vesper and fenix >:^)
LOVE U FOREVER BONES the amount of excitement i got for answering these specific questions says a lot about how normal i am about these two sjfks <3
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30. What completely petty topic (music taste, favorite food) do they find themselves completely at odds with their partner about?
FOOD. FOOD SURELY. We all know italians can't shut tf up when there's food involved in general, it's The Curse :// The biggest one that comes to my mind is seafood, Vesper hates it and finds it quite revolting to look at while Fenix (as any respectable guy from apulia) LOVES IT. He even eats raw seafood like mussels or sea urchins, Vesper wants to throw up every time she witnesses that. Of course he's a lil shit about it and tells her 'she doesn't understand ANYTHING of good cuisine'. Also i randomly made it canon that they fight over music. Vesper is more of a rock or electronic music girly, while Fenix..well he doesn't have a specific music taste, or more like, he isn't pretentious about picking songs just like Vesper is tbh but for the bit they always tell each other they listen to shitty music jkdsfk
31. What little thing do they find incredibly (though harmlessly) annoying about their partner?
Fenix ALWAYS forgets to hang up wet towels and Vesper loses her marbles every single time that happens which is every single time. He never learns. Plus he leaves crumbs all around the table/kitchen counter and doesn't clean it after he finishes eating, he's a bit lazy about it
Vesper on the other hand has the habit of talking through shows or movies asfjskf she doesn't do it on purpose she swears, it comes natural to add little comments here and there which Fenix agrees with but problem is that she does that when the characters are talking on tv and that makes Fenix do the most dramatic eye roll ever.
32. How do their friends react to finding out they’re a couple? Do they have lots of mutual friends? Did their friends know, perhaps before they themselves did?
Love this question because Fenix is so internationally hated lmao. Daniel is very happy about them being a couple all over again, he thinks Fenix is funny, he really likes him, he's like a brother to him :) Nader was very guarded around Fenix when he first got to know him, he knew Vesper longer and at first thought it was crazy that someone like her was with someone like him. He's very happy for them tho as long as they're happy too, BUT if a fight breaks..you can bet it he will be on Vesper's side, he just knows Fenix is wrong by default (so real). Rogue hates his ass. I don't think i need to say why. Jackie & Fenix had..a very difficult relationship, the dislike was mutuals and Jackie always 'scolded' Vesper every time he catched them together. If he was still alive when they got back together i think he wouldn't really approve the relationship at first, Fenix would try to make peace with him (with a shit eating grin on his face that screams mockery rather than peace) so they would probably lowkey avoid each other for a long while until, i think, Jackie would surrender and just maintain the most basic relationship just for Vesper's sake. It's funny because i think these two would be an interesting team if only they didn't hate each other THAT much.
Panam likes Fenix, VERY surprisingly i must add..at first she was like 'oh so that is the idiot you told me about? sorry for your loss' but in the end i think they would get along, Panam knows how to keep him in check and he knows to not mess with Panam. Kerry finds Fenix hilarious and cool, he's like you remind me of a complete asshole i used to know :) i wonder who. He's surprisingly friendly with Fenix since the start & Fenix slowly gets used to have him around, he's a guy that knows how to have fun and he appreciates that
Tancred and Vesper is..delicate. Tancred doesn't do anything to get her to like him and the fact he treats like shit Fenix doesn't help as well. She's civil with him if Fenix wishes so, but she's ready to bite and kill at any second. Tancred lowkey likes Vesper as in he respect her and finds her pretty strong and resourceful, he's happy that his brother is with someone like that, he just needs to be a terrible brother first. If the situation was different, these two could be a power team i think, maybe, perhaps
33. Under what circumstances would they feel jealous?
answered here!
34. Under what circumstances would they feel protective?
Fenix reached his max protective point during the game events, at first he tried to downplay the whole johnny-brain-worm thing - saying that they would find a solution for sure, but then as it turned more and more serious, the anxiety he tried so hard to suffocate took over. I think he never got THAT protective over Vesper as much as that time.
The thing with these two is that they both know they can handle themselves pretty well but they always keep a watchful eye on the other. It's like..i know you can deal with this, but i'll look out for you anyway..in case something happens.
Vesper tends to be more openly protective, it's her nature, so she's the one that tells him more often to stay focused and NOT do anything stupid. She turned visibly protective of Fenix when his brother showed up again. Fenix tries to hide it but it's pretty visible how he (still) slightly bends at Tancred's will, it's unintentional and he hates it, so it's Vesper that talks back the most at Tancred, the one that tells him to leave Fenix tf alone. The older sibling vs older sibling fight we deserve to see
35. Would they get a pet? What kind? Who brings up the idea, and who takes a little longer to convince?
YES! They have Nibbles ofc but Fenix's dream is having a dog around. I know you can't have shit in Night City but i want to dream :// Vesper wouldn't be opposed to the idea & i've actually thought about giving them one!! i can't stop thinking of Fenix IMPLORING to get a dog on his knees, it's been his dream since he was a lil kid. He would give the dog a silly name or a weirdly too serious one like idk. Ettore..Bruno (Brunbo.. he'd say)..also i can't stop manifesting this image in my head so think of a Fenix at 7 in the morning walking the dog, disheveled hair, oversized shirt with smth stupid written on the front like you tried scrambling the wrong egg and shorts, AND slippers with socks on, this last piece is crucial. i just. can't stop thinking of this. sound of the summer
#fenix in his 7am glory...i'll never stop thinking of it truly#MWAH thank you for the ask bones!! i had so much fun with these you can tell jfsjsfks <3#ask games#ask#oc: fenix#oc: vesper
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heya, just wanted to ask if you write for chubby!aegon?? If so I’m dying for a request (even just a small blurb) just about Aegon and how he’d be with an innocent reader? including how the sex would be cause I reckon he’d still be sooo good won’t even phase the dude 😭 + breeding kink, thank youuuuu!!!
THIS WAS FUN!!! Thanks for the ask, hope it’s good mwah! I had a hard time researching English things. The whole crisps-biscuit-chips-muffins is a nightmare but they did it first soooo. But then went on a hole again on why southern Americans have the accent they do, an educational lesson in the name of smut!
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Frottage, TW: WG, internalized hate, sad boy Aegon, Tyrell!Reader, she’s pretty innocent but Goes For It, chubby Aegon revolution, breeding kink, culture differences, innocence kink, He’s Trying To Do Right For The Poon
Cumming face on God ⤵️
According to the Faith, man and wife should remain chaste until they are wedded. Aegon was definitely not that man. Alicent had hammered it into his aching heads that his bride-to-be will remain untouched. The prince said fuck that and the stupid Gods she adhered to. Targaryen’s did what they want.
If they did exist they crafted his sweet little nymph to tempt the wicked men of the world. Aegon could barely restrain himself from jumping her bones when she giggled at Otto’s dry wit, or helped Helaena scoop up one of those hideous bugs she cared so much for.
The girl was a Tyrell. Otto had to pull some serious strings, or swords to get them to allow the cousin of the powerful Reach family to be his wife. Viserys wanted him to marry Helaena. Aegon refused to consummate, one of the few things he stood up for. They were annulled and Hel ended up with dutiful Aemond. They seemed like a good fit— strange.
Aegon slugged down some wine after his generous portion of meat. His belt dug into his belly. The blonde skimmed a conscious hand down his once flat stomach. His bride would probably think him a pig. Aegon frowned, planning on dragging his lazy ass to training or taking Sunfyre on more arduous rides.
Something to melt off the flesh softened by the drink.
Her musical giggle interrupted Aegon’s thoughts. He glanced up to her wide eyes, quirking a brow. She ducked, hiding a hand over her sculpted lips, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His cock twitched. Aemond held that annoying smirk of his. His cock un-twitched, if that was possible. The eldest Targaryen snapped, “What’s the fuss?”
She shook her head, snickering. Aemond supplied, “I was telling the little rose about the time you were so drunk they found you trying to ride Cole’s horse thinking it was Sunfyre,” he barked a laugh and waved his hands, “Sōvēs! Sōvēs!” Aegon’s face grew red with irritation. Stupid one-eye.
He grumbled, “Real funny Aemond. Never thought you’d get that spiked cock out of your ass to make jest,” violet eyes turned to the Tyrell, “In your free time, ask dear brother about the Pink Dread hm?”
Aemond slammed his cup down and hissed, “I think I see the pink dread supping right now.”
Aegon was flustered now. Absolutely joyous was he. The pretty girl’s snickers died down to a gaping look. Aegon stood up with his refilled wine and called, “I’ve had my fill, good night to you lovely rose.” Aemond smarted, “Are you positive Aegon? Usually half the feast is gone by now.”
The younger brother shared a look with the Tyrell, shrugging with a ‘hm.’
Aegon fought back the tears in his purple eyes. He was thoroughly embarrassed. He yanked off his belt in a fit, ignoring the pooch of his belly. Off he stomped to his quarters, ignoring one of the twins. Slamming the door behind him, Aegon perched on a thick wooden chair, a trusty flagon already prepared.
He slumped down, poking his soft midsection. Aegon squeezed at his thighs and arms, growing more upset. He groaned aloud, taking a swig of the Dornish Spiced. The prince couldn’t help but wonder if he was dooming the girl to a life of misery like Alicent and Viserys.
Forced to lay under a writhing, bloated man. Bear his heirs.
He suddenly felt very ill. Aegon blew out a breath to calm himself. He ended up tossing the flagon of wine out the window in a fit anyhow. Aegon had never once stopped his race to be the worst being to think about reality. Reality was harsh, unforgiving, made his head spin. He felt ill again, an uncomfortable flush making the prince sweat.
The door was rapped upon, once, twice. Aegon miserably groaned, “What Cargyll? Tell mother I’m indisposed!” The blonde dreadfully wanted to undress but feared what he might see. He had an inkling it was ghastly pale and girlish.
Softened by indulgence.
Aegon’s eyes flicked up to the door, an insult on pouty lips. Instead it was his rose, bashfully peaking through. He straightened up, sucked his belly in as best as possible. Her pretty curls bounced as she squeaked, “The Queen had forbade me from entering your chambers but you looked so upset my lord. Ser Cole said I could visit for a short time. Is everything alright?”
He sighed and thanked the strange Valyrian gods for letting him toss the wine. At least he didn’t look like a total drunkard. Aegon sighed, “Uh, I’m not feeling very well, but do come in.” She gave a small curtsy and rushed in, green silks dazzling against pretty skin. The lady perched delicately against the chair adjacent to Aegon.
The blonde’s violet eyes searched her own, wide and doe-like. He asked in a quick breath, “Do you find me pleasing?” She opened her mouth to be cut off, “Don’t lie to me little rose.” Aegon’s twisted soul vastly enjoyed her surprised noise and tremble of untouched lips. He couldn’t help but watch the flicker of uncertainty making the highborn woman squirm like a beggar, posture drooping.
She gaped, closed her mouth, and let out a small ‘hm.’
Aegon hid his fear with a lazy, “Hm? Taking too long dear.” He spluttered when she launched into his lap. Face to face. Her legs tight against his own, hanging off the sides of the chair. The Tyrell stared him down, a never before seen intensity to his eyes. Her little hands braced against his chest.
Aegon meekly asked, “Is that a yes, my lady?”
He grew more hot under the collar, her tight little body against his softened own. She hummed, “That was uncouth. I didn’t know to how explain that I find your very desirable.” The Reach girl curled a hand into his pale hair, smiling. She whispered, “I’d never thought I’d be married to one of the beautiful dragonlords. My father said your kind is too pretty.”
Aegon found himself hiding a genuine grin up at her. He liked her accent, even the nobles of the Reach sounded strange with their ‘r’s. The prince gently laid a shaking hand on her lower back, humming, “Am I too pretty? I cut my hair but now I feel like a muffin.”
She shook her head, curls bobbing. Aegon willed his cock to still. The Tyrell giggled, “You’re beautiful my prince.” Now was Aegon’s chance to go ahead and break the seal. He injected in a jumble of words, “Am I not trim enough?” His face was suffused in a blush now. How suave.
She laughed harder, “What? You should see the lords of the reach, massive beasts they are,” the lady slid a hand down to his belly, “I’d say you’re the right size. Not all boney like your brother.”
Aegon felt himself relax. Besides his prick. That thing was coming to full attention, fast. He sighed, “Thank the damn Seven.” The prince leaned into her face, earning a sharp inhale from her. He purred, “I’d be a right mess if I didn’t have the attentions of the prettiest rose in the Seven Kingdoms.” It was her turn to grow flustered now.
She looked to the side, biting her full lower lip all bashful and shy. Aegon grabbed her chin and redirected her look. The Targaryen breathed, “No, no, look at me now rosebud. You’ve got your prince riled up.”
His cock ached at her blown pupils, lips lax and for the taking. She whispered, “We can’t yet.” Aegon tucked himself into her tight curls, humming, “There’s other ways around it. As long as I don’t take your maidenhead dear.” She whimpered, hands clawing into his tight doublet.
“H-how do we do that?”
Aegon hummed, “Get on my bed and pull up that dress of yours. Your prince commands it.”
He lazily grinned at her jumping up and skittering to the bed, haphazardly toeing off her shoes. She hopped on and hiked up that beautiful green samite, exposing herself. Aegon’s violet eyes scanned her closed lips, shaking hands, and swollen cunt. He bit down on his knuckles with a groan.
Her shy reed of voice filled the room.
“Aegon? Will you come here already, please? I wish to look upon you.”
Aegon ambled up and approached her, breathing out in relief of the loosening of his stupidly tight breeches. He yanked off his boots first, promising, “Just a moment my rose.” She whimpered again, gazing upon his thickened thighs. The prince crawled between her trembling thighs, smoothing his hands up quavering flesh.
He lectured, “We’ll keep it outside for now. There’s other places on your perfect pussy that’ll make you cry for me,” Aegon nestled his cock against her weeping cunt. She wound a hand into his hair, pulling the prince flush to her body while kissing his plump lips. The prince couldn’t help but rut against his rose at the way she whined and eagerly received his more skilled kisses.
Aegon gripped her thighs as he drug his stiff cock against her clit and slit, the glide impossibly easier with the copious slick. His rose cried into their kisses, babbling against his lips. “S’good, oh my prince,” she whimpered. Aegon crooned, “Poor thing, hasn’t had a man show her real pleasure. Taking what you want.”
The prince off-handedly unbuttoned his coat, uncaring of his pudgy body. Not when this gorgeous creature was crying and begging wrapped around him, calling his name, sworn to bear his children. And those Tyrell’s were famously fertile as the grounds they ruled over.
She made a pouting noise at the release of Aegon’s lips, squeezing her thighs in annoyance. He laughed and spewed filth, “So eager for me already. I can’t wait to fill your pretty pussy full on our wedding night.” The girl practically howled at that, growing frantic. Aegon teased, “Yeah my rose? You like that? Getting stuffed full of my seed, bearing my heirs? Round and ripe with it?”
Tears pricked her eyes as she sobbed, “Yes! Yes! Wan’ your pretty babies!” She seized his lips for a sloppy embrace, whining and carrying one, leaking more and more. Aegon moaned himself, focusing on stimulating her bundle of nerves. She was tightening beneath him, grasping hands growing more insistent. The blonde murmured, “C’mon then, m’close sweets. Cum on me.”
She nodded and gushed against his cock, legs squishing into his waist. Aegon’s eyes rolled back, cumming to her desperate cries and hot slick. He grunted and yelped her name, rolling them over. She whimpered softly, panting while now on top. Aegon’s cock grew limp as he kissed her a couple more times.
She hummed, “I can’t wait. I’ll have as many as you want Aegon. As many.” She gently thumbed his plumped cheek, smiling at the degenerate like he hung the moon. Aegon grinned for once, promising, “I’ll give you as many my sweet,” he smacked her ass, “Too busy to rule because I’m fucking my fertile wife huh?”
Round two was about to begin based on her darkening look.
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Maybe a little silly but I hope the other anons could also share their favourite sentence they've read so far that's written by Bones? One that stuck with you from any fic she's written so far?
For me it has to be the line "Bright green eyes that were fixed on the stars, not seeing any of them" from The World Forgetting By The World Forgot. It's maybe not the most complex or so sentence, but the poetic feeling in the moment as I read that scene, my god, shivers. How pretty it was all said, to confirm what just happened with such a statement? Gorgeous. Mwah, chef's kiss.
I could legitimately keep going about World Forgetting as it's one of the best fics I've read so far, the way it handles trauma, family issues, trust, self identity, so many deepgoing emotions.. amazing. Clinic walked so Forgetting could run, in my eyes. Both are fantastic pieces of literature, but if you haven't read World Forgetting yet, you should!
Anyways I'll get out of your inbox now Bones, though maybe you could share your favourite sentence or expression/paragraph/bit you've written so far and why?
See you around!
Will be getting to Nocturnal Animals this weekend :)
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lkdsjf rocket... you are too sweet shut up. but thank you i was so proud of that line about the eyes and the stars, really thought it just hammered home that despite how fucked up he was, dream was still human. tommy had killed a person, even if he was a terrible one, and that scene was a tragedy no matter how you looked at it
your commentary on world forgetting seriously gave me so much happiness, im so glad you enjoyed it so much. there are definitely pieces of it i feel i could've done better with, but overall i'm very proud of the story i was able to tell <3
hmm that's so hard bc i've written quite a bit so it's hard to think of a line/expression i've come up with off the top of my head, but i have a few in mind that i really liked
I really loved this line from the stars and their children because every time i read it, I can hear the whoosh of a knife sliding across a sharpener. I just thought it was a really creative way to describe a smile sharpening and was proud of myself for it
ngl I have no idea how I came up with "sadness and confusion taking center stage in the lines of Wilbur's forehead and the downturned corners of Tommy's lips" but every time I remember that I'm like goddamn I really wrote that? such a cool way to describe expressions, also very proud of myself for that
in under the brine i was so proud of the entire use of the dirt metaphor for wilbur lying, but i think this line is really the best part of it—when the metaphor is first introduced. dirt is a running metaphor mentioned through all of under the brine, and this was one of my first forays into using a continuous metaphor throughout an entire piece. really loved the vibe it gave off and how it connected with the overarching narrative, but this part especially i'm very proud of
and last one but rotting fruit is probably one of my best written pieces ever, which is funny to me since i wrote it entirely on a whim one day when i was procrastinating studying for a final. I just had such specific vibes in mind when I wrote it, and using rotting fruit as a metaphor for codependency was something I had a lot of fun playing around with. this part highlights my favorite parts of the metaphor, especially with the last line asking if this was what love was. the entirety of rotting fruit has such specific vibes and atmosphere that i'm extremely proud of, but again i have no clue where it came from i just went off one afternoon lmao
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hello there! may i request a fluffy oneshot with lucifer where mc likes to keep their feelings and thoughts to themselves in fear of annoying him? i adore your writings so much btw 😫❤
open affection with lucifer
includes: lucifer x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: .5k | rated g | m.list
a/n: this was a blast to write so i hope you enjoy!! it was really fun experimenting with tone and emotion w this! thank you for requesting and for the compliment!! my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback so come say hello! <3
please reblog mwah
“you’re always so open with your affection for everyone else,” lucifer murmurs one evening, the two of you bent over his desk working.
“hmm?” you ask, looking up. you’re touching the cap of your pen to your bottom lip, tapping it gently.
“never mind,” he says eventually. “it was nothing.”
you blink, focusing in on him, eyes sharpening. “no, what did you mean by that?”
he knows better than to play coy; you’re akin to a dog with a bone. now that’s he’s spoken up it’s best he follows through. “i’ve just noticed how you seem, well, less outspoken about your love for me.” he chooses his words carefully, trying not to upset you. or show that’s he’s a little upset himself. normally, he wouldn’t bring it up at all, but asmo had been teasing, and well, to put it simply, his pride was damaged.
“is that what it seems like to you?” you ask, leaning forward. “i’m sorry, that’s not how i intended it.”
“so you are less affectionate with me?”
you purse your lips. “yes, but-” exhaling, you take a moment to gather yourself, also speaking carefully. “by no fault of yours, i am. trust that i love and adore you just as much as the rest of your brothers. you take up that same amount of space in my heart and mind and that’s something that won’t change.”
“then why?” he asks, genuinely confused.
“well, you’re a bit colder than your brothers in general,” you point out, “and when i first arrived here you were very firm in establishing boundaries with me. i didn’t want to annoy you, or disregard those boundaries by constantly loving on you.”
he stares at you, stunned. he made you feel insecure to display your emotions?
you frown, eyes darkening slightly. “hey, i can see you starting that self-deprecation stuff. it’s really to as deep as you’re thinking.” you try to shrug, but as much as you can read him, he can read you.
“but i made you hesitate to express yourself,” he responds. “i made you feel as if you’d be an annoyance, or a bother, when all you would be doing is telling me you love me.”
“i suppose,” you concede. “although, i have always been prone to overthinking. if it’s truly something you want i’ll stop hesitating.”
“i would like that,” he says firmly. “please, don’t hold back.”
“i hope you know what you’re asking for,” you say good-naturedly. “i’ll fuss over you in public.”
“as long as it’s you,” he returns, delighted by the way your eyes flick from him in embarrassment, “then i’m alright with it. more than alright.”
“oh, you’re going to get so many cheek kissies,” you say, startling him into a laugh. “especially since i have so many to make up for.”
“i love you,” he says, reaching over to brush your hair back. “so much.”
you catch ahold of his hand, pressing a kiss into the skin of his wrist, where the glove stops. “good. it’d be kind of awkward if what i had going on was unrequited, you know, particularly after this conversation.”
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LMAO WAIT Y'KNOW ABOUT THE HOT SPEAKER MAGICIAN RIGHT?! SO WHAT IF READER MEETS A HOT MF AND FREAKS OUT THE SAME WAY AND ALUCARD IS ALL LIKE: >:( CAUSE HE A SIMP FOR READER BUT THEY DON'T KNOW CAUSE THEY'RE OBLIVIOUS AS MY ASS ANYWAYS THANKS KING LOVE YOU MWAH
Dear god,,, you fucking simp. You still need to read the FUCKING MANGA YOU PROMISED TO READ IN EXCHANGE FOR ME WRITING THIS YOU FUCKASS!!! But yeah,, I'll do it,, and I'll make it a fic too you CHEAP WHORE!! Mwah, <3
Post Production Note: FUCK YOU I found this guys name WAY to easy on the wiki
Fic Prompt: Y/N is traveling with Trevor when he helps the Speaker magicans in season 1. When they go back to their temporary home in Gresit, they also end up bringing along the cute male speaker who was opposed to Trevor getting involved. (His name is Arn) This then forms a strange and slightly misshapen love triangle, ft Alucard being the simp he is. Now, after saving Gresit, the troupe of fools is headed to the Belmont family home.
I can't believe I'm writing an entire fic about a character who is in two episode and has less than 10 lines
"I still think you're full of shit Belmont." Arn remarked after watching his family's caravan fade into the distance. Neither he or Sypha had been away from their family before, and Arn wasn't doing a very good job at covering up his nerves.
"Oh? And what makes you think that?" Trevor said, glancing over his shoulder with a smug look on his face. Arn's nose scrunched up, anger written all over him.
"What makes me think that?! You really think I have any cause to believe you intend to return Sypha and I safely back to our family after this is all over?! She is like a sister to me, and yet you treat everyone around you like shi-!" Before he could finish off his sentence, he was swiftly cut off by Sypha's hand on his mouth. She sighed, keeping her hand on his mouth until she finished her statement.
"Look, I understand you are stressed, I am too, but you need to respect Trevor. Please, calm down, shut up, and use your head."
As she took her hand down, Arn shot a glare to Trevor, but quietly retreated to the back of the group. Y/N and Alucard had been watching this from a few feet away, and welcome the angry man to the back of the pack.
"Well," Alucard began, "That didn't go as planned." Arn attempted to shoot him a dirty look, but his eyes connected with Y/N's first, a look of concern written all over their face. He ignored Alucard, instead going to stand by them.
"Hey, are you alright?" Y/N asked, worried for the speaker. Arn sighed, his shoulders sinking with his breath.
"I'm worried. I have never been away from my family before, and Sypha is all I feel I have right now. It makes me nervous not to have the safety of my home, so I lash out in anger when I am afraid." He began, continuing on throughout the journey with his ramblings. As the night progressed, the conversation traveled on to happy topics, darker topics, fun ones, sad ones, and so on and so forth. Though all 5 of the travelers talked, Arn, Y/N, and Alucard stayed slightly back from the group, talking amongst themselves the most.
This pattern continued night after night as the group made their way to the Belmont family home. Since the groups size had quadrupled since Trevor started out, traveling became more of struggle, as all 5 of them attracted much more unwanted attention than just a single person. It stretched out, taking weeks instead of days. Many nights went by where a single member of the group went unrested, others where they switched off, whatever it took to stay safe.
The trip relaxed when they finally arrived at the Belmont hold. With the 5 of them, they were able to repair more of it's defenses faster, allowing them to properly make somewhere to stay within the bunker. Beds were made, a cooking station was set up, as well as a proper door that didn't involve magic for them to get in and out of.
Y/N sighed, sitting down on a makeshift bed. They had enjoyed the journey, but it was hard on everyone, especially since the worst was soon to come. They began taking off their boots, then their belt, weapon, armor, and more. Arn approached them as they undressed.
"Hey, are you alright?" He said, sitting down next to them.
"Yeah, I will be. It's been hard getting here, you know? We've fought so many night creatures, saved so many villages, broken too many bones, it's just a lot. But that's not what matters. All of us are still here, and we still have one and another." Y/N smiled, resting a hand on Arn's without thinking.
Arn took said hand in his, planting a soft kiss on top of it.
"You are right. We do have each other. I thought I lost all family I had when I left that caravan, but I was wrong. I found you." He said, with honesty in his voice clear as day. Y/N blushed, surprised at how forward he was being.
While Y/N attempted to find something to say to Arn, Alucard had already thought of something, quite a few things actually. He was pouting, standing across the room with a book in his hands. He knew that Arn had been trying to get you alone for some time now, as both of them were competing for you affections. Each night they had argued as to who got to sleep that night, solely because they didn't trust the other to be alone with you should you wake up. Somehow they managed to be civil to each other while you were around to notice, but the moment you turned away they were at each other's throats.
"Pouting again, Alucard?" Sypha said as she put books back shelf he was hiding behind.
"Pouting? I am not pouting. I am simply, observing." He said, adjusting his shoulders and hair in an attempt to hide his disdain.
"You don't have to pretend to like him just because he is part of my family. You may be an only child, so you wouldn't know the hate a sibling can cause." She said.
"You are siblings?" He asked, finally turning his gaze to look at Sypha.
"No, don't actually, but we speakers are raised like one big family. Everyone born in a similar time is raised like a group of siblings." She informed him as she placed her final book on the shelf, turning to look at him.
"You didn't like Trevor when we met, and you did like Arn, now it seems the tables have turned. It's obvious to everyone but them, and maybe Trevor, as to why you are acting like this, but what are you going to do about it?" Sypha asked him, putting him on the spot.
His face grew red as blood rushed to it, causing him to cover it with his hand. He turned back to look at you again, noticing how Arn was no where to be seen as you tucked yourself into bed.
"I don't know what I am to do, but I do know what I want." He whispered.
The END motherfucker! I honestly rushed this, it only took me like an hour and I feel like I wasted some time in the middle, but Alucard is SEXY and fun to write so ENJOY THIS. MWAH!!!!
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hello everyone, i’m karina and i’m so hyped to be here and bring my baby rumor to life !! i can’t wait to get to know all of you and your lovely muses and see how everything goes down here !! like this if you want to plot and i’ll hit u up !! mwah
if you want his annoyingly long full ass bio you can read it here !!
also his pinterest board is here !!
backstory:
rumor chastain was an accident in his family - but that doesn’t mean he was unwanted. his parents, delilah and benjamin, were more than happy to have another child after their daughter verity (who was around ten when rumor was born).
the chastain family lived on a farm in the countryside, far from the nearest town and no neighbors in sight. just the four of them and their lovely house, along with all the animals rumor affectionately named and cared for. being the baby of the family his parents ensured he took that role, never giving him any big responsibilities on the farm and rather letting him roam about as he pleased. he was a happy child, and he loved his life. he did his chores early in the morning so he could run out and see the sunrise, spend the rest of his day running up and down the hills picking flowers and finding figures in the clouds. he’d stay out there until the sunset, counting every new star in the sky until there were too many, and only coming home once his mother called him down for dinner.
when he was old enough for school he was homeschooled along his sister verity, who taught him his abcs and how to read while teaching herself geometry. they were isolated in their country home, but rumor didn’t mind, he had everything he needed. his family was his best friends, and their property seemed like the whole wide world to him. he loved that farm more than anything, he couldn’t imagine a life better than the one he lived now.
nothing good can last forever, and the worst part is that rumor doesn’t even know why. he just remembers waking up in the middle of the night to his sister shaking him awaking, rushing her words as she picked him up and took him to the cop car waiting for them in their front yard. she held him close as they drove into town and to the police station, and continued to hold him as he cried in her arms asking why they were there and what was wrong. they were there until sunrise when his aunt finally made it, taking verity and rumor with the news they’d be living with her now and that they’d never see that farm again
going from his quaint life in the country to a town, even a small one, was shocking to rumor. his usual routine now interrupted by an actual school, no more running around rather he was expected to sit in a desk all day with very few reprieves. at home he was always confident, outgoing, always had something to say. here he was terrified to speak, never being around other kids or knowing how to act around them. he sat in the back with his head down, dutifully taking notes on his own. it wasn’t until lunch when one student gave him a chance that the boy he always was came out. all the students crowded around him to meet the new kid, and he was so excited to talk to all of them. tell them about himself, the farm, the stories he made up and games he’d play. his happiness was quickly crushed as he was responded to with laughter. to his peers he was a freak, a weirdo with an equally weird name. that was the first time rumor chastain learned to change himself, hide certain parts to fit in. it was only a matter of time before hiding simply became erasing those parts of himself, unable to get back that full shine he once had.
his sister had dropped out of high school and gotten multiple jobs instead, saving her money in the short time they lived with their aunt. the minute she got enough money she bought them a little trailer barely able to fit the two of them and they left. it wasn’t because of anything their aunt did, they love her dearly and thank her for everything she did to help them, but they just weren’t meant for a life like that. rumor wasn’t at least, because as much as he loved to learn he hated the constraint of the classroom. he knew how smart he was, too smart for the pace most classes took. verity and rumor were always on the road, always moving, his sister finding odd jobs wherever she could. most of the time he was self taught, only going to actual schools when they stayed in one place longer than most. even then he barely went, preferring to be on his own and go at his own pace.
once he was old enough to get a job he did, wanting to do anything to help his sister out after everything she had done and given up for him. it was the least he could do, and he only hoped that one day he could do more. he graduated high school early and took some time off to keep working and be with his sister. he wanted more than anything to go to college but he was scared of leaving, crippled by the drastic change he went through as a child (and learned not to ask about) that left him terrified of any other form of change. he eventually had to get over that and leave for college, going to covington a dream for him, even if he did cry every night the first week he was there. everything was perfect there. his peers made him feel welcomed, his classes challenged him, and he even had the perfect girlfriend. it finally felt like his life was getting back on track.
personality & headcanons:
the thing two most important things i didn’t mention about rumor above are 1. his love for poetry and desire to be a poet and 2. how much of a hopeless romantic he is
rumor always loved literature but poetry owned his heart. ever since he was a kid and his mother would read him poets to go to sleep he tried to write some of his own, developing his own style over the years and finding a passion for it. he’d often visit bookstores and read whole collections of poetry while there, knowing he couldn’t afford to buy them so he memorized them instead. because of this he’s that guy who quotes poetry randomly.
rumor loves love. his entire life has been looking for love, creating this idealized version of his soulmate in his mind. love is truly the driving factor in his life, and he’d do anything for those he loves (romantically and platonically) almost to a fault or dangerous point. when it comes to romantic love he is the type to go all in, full romeo and juliet kind of guy. he wants a love to overwhelm and take over his entire life, but he puts too much pressure on this idealized love that is virtually impossible to obtain.
despite all he has gone through and how he isn’t nearly as happy and bright as he was as a child, he still tries to hold onto that happiness and optimism he once had. he sometimes struggles to do so, but he tries his hardest to keep his dreams alive and keep a smile on his face.
one of his biggest vices is that he smokes cigarettes. he’s minorly addicted and picked it up when he was around 15, and it’s become a kind of nervous tick for him to immediately start smoking once anything makes him anxious. despite this he doesn’t really drink, that’s reserved for when he’s especially sad and wants to get drunk on his own. he isn’t a big party guy but when he does go out and doesn’t want to stay sober then he’ll smoke some weed.
he’s just really sweet okay, he’s not the biggest social butterfly but he is social enough to have friends and he’s legit nice to everyone. it’s hard to find a mean bone in his body. at parties he’s a bit of a wallflower though since he legit never went to a single party until he got to covington and baby doesn’t know how to act.
rumor dresses like a writer guy like he’s the type always in autumn clothes and colors, sweaters and turtlenecks, etc.
melanie:
melanie, melanie, melanie...let’s make this quick. melanie and rumor were the picture perfect couple. they knew just how to be pda enough for everyone to know how cute they were without going over the top and grossing everyone out. they matched each other intellectually, and the best part was that melanie was the girl rumor had always dreamed about. she was the girl of his dreams, the ideal partner all his poems were about and yet...he never fell in love with her. he never did and he doesn’t think he ever could and he doesn’t know why. she was perfect, they were perfect, but there just wasn’t that thing that made it different. they didn’t have that passion, that moxie that every great couple had. he wanted a love that he couldn’t stand to live without, and he just didn’t have that with melanie. he never had the guts to break up with her, and now he didn’t need to.
wc’s:
listen i’m shit with pre wc so here’s some basics
roommates !! ones who get along or don’t either way is fun
friends !! likely ones, unlikely ones, bad influences, ex friends, etc
lil stoner group cuz like he ain’t a full stoner but sometimes he needs that good good shit and needs his lil stoner friends he can call up and smoke up with
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A Taste of Home-Chapter 5
Warnings: Language.
(I do not own any of the images used in this piece)
You stood back from him, dancing anxiously and shamefully on your feet, mulling over the pitiful train wreck he must think you are. He was chatting on his phone, you were too preoccupied to care about to whom, or what the call consisted of.
“Ok, so. I’ve got a car on the way since I was totally counting on you to be my ride back to ma’s house. But, in the meantime, gimme your phone.” He opened his hand, and gave you eager brows of demand.
You obeyed his obviously impatient ask, and handed over the nearly dead device, watching him swipe a thumb over the screen. He held yours in one massive hand, and his in the other, nodding back and forth between the two.
“Thank you very much.” He matter-of-factly thanked you, still never looking up but handing back your cellular.
His screen was hidden, and he was tapping rigorously at it, and suddenly you heard the robotic beeps of an outgoing Facetime call. Chris turned his hat backwards, maybe to take away its casting shadow over his face, and his eyes turned dark when the beeps stopped.
“What in the fu-“ You knew that voice on the other end. This would be so pleasantly bad….
“No, no. I talk, you get to shut that ugly fucking mouth.” Chris sarcastically closed his eyes and held up a wagging finger to the person on the receiving end of his call. “Now, I don’t know your name, nor do I give a shit. So, we’ll just call you the very appropriately given name in Millie’s contacts as shithead. Okay, shithead?”
You were horrified, and mortified, and hot, and confused like no drug could ever make you.
The man you once called your spouse made no peeps, undoubtably nearly drunk with confusion and questioning his current grip on reality.
“See, that bullshit, ya’ know, with Amelia’s car, that just doesn’t work for me. So, I thought I’d ask, no demand, as politely as my saint of a mother taught me how, that you reverse whatever little stunt you orchestrated. She was MY ride home this afternoon, and I don’t take too kindly to being left stranded in the middle of Boston. NOR, do I take kindly to any piece of worthless shit like yourself treating someone I care about as such.”
“Woah, woah. Let’s just wait a minute here. What in the hell do you have to do with Amelia?”
Chris’ teeth crunched together like gravel under an 18-wheeler, and like a mood ring, you could see his face illuminate the same red of his boiling internal anger.
“Chris, it’s fine, okay? Let’s just let it go.” You sought out his arm to fiddle with the phone, hoping you could disconnect the interaction with the ‘end’ button.
“Wait, is she… is she there? Amelia?”
“Yes, she’s here, you imbecile. We were having a perfectly nice afternoon, and your smug little fuckin’ face had to crash it all the way from Texas. Millie never mentioned she and I were old friends, huh? Well, how’s that for a surprise, you smug shit.”
“Now, I see what this is all about. Mill had to run to her rich friend and beg for a little money, did she? If only her precious little blog hadn’t tanked, maybe she’d be standing on her own two feet. Do yourself a favor, Mr. Evans. Leave her right where you found her, and keep moving. A man like you doesn’t need a girl like Millie, we both know that.” Your ex drawing at straws attempted very foolishly to buddy up with Chris, playing the ‘we’re men, and we think alike all the time’ card. You certainly agreed with him though. Chris didn’t belong anywhere near you, and for the life of you, none of his kindness made any sense.
Your chin dropped like a beaten, timid dog whose owner mistreated him when no one was looking. Chris cleared his throat, and raised your eyes to his. He spoke at Ben, looking directly into your tear-rimmed eyes.
“This woman is so beyond your fuckin’ league, you rotting piece of trash. She’s talented, witty, fun as hell, and lightyears too beautiful for any to disregard.” He turned a cheek towards the phone, and you heard Ben audibly gulp. “And if…. This is your last warning, you fucker. If you don’t turn that tow truck around and have her car back here in one piece within the hour, you’ll answer to me. I’m not usually one of those assholes to play the celebrity bit. But ohhhhhhh, Benny Boy. We both know that I can absolutely ruin you within minutes.” He hung up as a punctuation to the very real threat, Ben’s hands tangled in his hair.
Hearing the loyal, threatening, protective way he had so thoughtlessly jumped to your defense without hesitation erupted your pupils with need to thank him. But not in the way that a friend would thank another friend. Or, the way that would be appropriate for the middle of the street in broad daylight. Never. Not even your once husband who had made a fucking career out of coming to an individual’s defense, had ever swept in to preserve your honor as such. You couldn’t capture his tongue, or jump his bones out of appreciation, but you needed to touch him. You needed to convey with action what words just couldn’t justify. So, you settled for a smothering, waist clenching bear hug. Connecting your cheek to his stone chest, you squeezed him. Squeezed him and smelled him, but hopefully he didn’t catch on to the sniff you gave his t-shirt.
“Thank you. You meathead asshole, you.”
His chuckle rumbled into your ear as he reciprocated your embrace, rubbing calm hands up and down your back. “Take note, Mills. I expect you speak up for yourself like that the next time that worthless shitbag pulls something like this. I know you’ve got quite the mouth on you, Calvert. Tell that fucker where to shove it. You hear me?”
Your chin perched just below his perfect peck as you looked upward to him smiling down at you. He ‘booped’ your nose curtly, then playfully knuckled a noogie atop your already matted hair.
“Ay, Ay, Captain…” Your cheeks puffed with the withholding of a hearty laugh.
“You’ve had that one on cue, haven’t you…” Chris rolled his eyes with knowing sarcasm.
A dark sedan with impossibly black windows suddenly wheeled next to a parking meter just down the way from the pair of you, and his phone buzzed in unison.
“That’s our car, you asshole.” He lovingly shoved you away. “Get in before I make you walk home in those shoes.”
“How very un-captain of you, Evans. I’ll be speaking with your agents about such lack of chivalry.” You playfully punched his arm, and smiled when his feet bumbled beneath him.
“There’s that smile, Calvert. I’m telling you….”
…
Your business meeting with Chris’ connection had came and went without a hitch, and now, only 3 days later, you were stepping off your flight towards baggage claim at LAX.
The shoot would be held somewhere in the Malibu hills, and you’d been informed your styling would be for both male, and female models. It was a collection announcing a breakthrough designer from London, so once you learned his identity, you delved into the world wide web for exploration.
A car was waiting just as expected to pack yourself and your suitcase to a suite at some swanky beach spot near the water where you’d be sleeping the next 3 days. There would be the shoot this afternoon, the edits tomorrow, and the editor of the magazine had simply gifted your third day as a gesture to her friendship with Chris. You were certainly not in Kansas, or Boston anymore, and this was truly your first taste of real success in the world of fashion. All thanks to the mysterious kindness of your generous friend.
When you unloaded your wheeled suitcase from the trunk of the car service at the gates of your hotel, you could’ve drooled with envy. It was bright, and airy, and tastefully large, and you were now more so eager to investigate the extravagance of your suite.
Checking in, a bellboy carefully took the bags from your hand, ushering you into the elevator destined for the 25th floor where another member of staff waited beside your room door with a fizzling mimosa. Tipping the both of them, you latched the door behind you and turned into the window-front view of your home-away-from-home. It was perfectly decorated with whites, and sandy creams, and flowing drapes. The king mattress crisp with plush sheets, and a balcony fit for royalty called your name.
Upon your quizzical assessing around the room, you became pleasingly distracted but a healthy bouquet of creamy alabaster orchids on your counter next to a folded piece of cardstock.
Hope your flight wasn’t unbearable.
Enjoy yourself. You’ll be amazing, I know it.
There may be another surprise later in your day….
Oh, and check your phone when you arrive.
X
Chris
Following his vague direction, you pulled your phone from the pocket of your purse, clicking the button to reveal a text from the very man in question. It was a playlist titled ‘Malibu Barbie’ with a message attached:
C: Wear sunscreen when you go to the beach. Blast this playlist marvelously put together by mwah, and always, always drink before 10 a.m. Only in Malibu, baby.
Scrolling over the array of music, you smiled at the presence of songs such as ‘Hot Child in the City, Malibu by Miley, of course, Soak up the Sun, and a welcomed repetition of Ellie Goulding, your favorite. But, how would he know? You banked it as another of the slightly creepy, but always flattering ways of one Chris Evans.
After finishing the perfectly portioned morning cocktail, topping a wicker hat obviously appropriate for the beachy climate, you checked your watch and called for the return of your car. You’d gotten to appreciate the balcony view for a brief moment of downtime, but planned to wind down with a good read later tonight and hopefully catch the sunset.
The studio where you were scheduled to shoot was quaint, and very minimally adorned with props so the focus would only be on the undoubtably beautiful designs you were to highlight. The same woman, Tess, who you had met with days ago welcomed you as you climbed the stairs to the dressing area.
“There’s our girl. How was your flight, Amelia? You look rather rested.” She kissed each of your cheeks.
“I think it’s only the glow of adrenaline you see, but thank you anyway!” You surveyed the room of cameras, and makeup chairs, and light bars. “Again, thank you so much for the opportunity!”
“No need, love. Your work speaks for itself. Now, let’s get up to the dressing room and meet your models, shall we?”
Tess tucked her arm into yours, making you feel strangely… in place, in this world of fashion and editorials, as you had longed to.
She pulled you into a brightly lit room, unpainted brick walls lined with racks, upon racks of lavish fabrics. There were shoes in every color, belts of any length, and hats for every occasion.
“Now, you’ll be working with a male, and female model today, as the designer is trying his hand at menswear this season. So, wait here, mosey around a bit, and I’ll bring them in.”
You walked the hangers, brushing a hand over the variety of velvets, and suedes, and leathers, and tulle. You let yourself have a bit of a giddy fit knowing Tess had briefly left you to yourself, impulsively squealing and bouncing reservedly from one foot to the next.
“I won’t tell anyone about that little dance for a price…”
Surely. No, surely not.
Propped in the door, all casual and handsome like nobody’s business with his hands smashed into the pocket of his acceptably tight jeans, one sneaker crossed over the other. His eyes seemed a bit puffy with the early hour, and his dirty yellow shaded hair climbing in all directions.
“You followin’ me, Evans?” You narrowed your eyes in skepticism, dropping your purse on the floor by a chair before slowly drawing nearer to him.
“If I say yes, would you be flattered of afraid?”
He pulled your hand to swipe you into a hug, uncharacteristically kissing your hand.
“A friendly helping of both, of course.” You meekly let yourself blush. “Seriously though. What’s going on?”
“Well,” he found his way to sit on the sofa beneath the window. “I thought you might be all nervous, and clumsy, and well… predictably Millie about today, so I figured I could be your model. It will be good for Tess and the magazine, plus, I thought having a friendly face around would make you feel a little more at ease. I had a couple days so I thought, “why the hell not, Chris’”.
It made sense in its own way, but you still couldn’t fathom what made him fly all the way out here with his schedule the way it is. He only had a week or so left in Boston before he leaves for filming, why did he mess with the hassle of a two-day trip across the country?
“And I mean, come on? You know I’m a damn good muse, Mil.” Chris winked.
“I’m just concerned how any of these clothes are gonna cover you, beefcake. You’ll rip through every shirt I put on you.” You retorted, winding up and down, back and forth around the racks.
“I could always just do the whole thing in the nude. Wear a pair of the guys shoes, or something.” He cocked his head nonchalantly in that smug, but mind-blowingly sexy way.
The shoot went almost entirely without a hiccup, and the only little snag you did hit was your female model getting a little too handsy with Chris all afternoon. You weren’t at all going for anything risqué, or romantic in any manner of the word, and although every piece of fabric you put on her looked annoyingly flawless, it took way too long to get her to settle her hormones.
The designers every creation was constructed like the perfect masterpiece, making your job for the day a cinch, and you hoped when he flew in tomorrow to approve the final photos that you’d done him justice with your styling.
“I think that might be a wrap, guys and girls.” Tess clapped, tucking her water bottle in the crook of her armpit to free her hands.
The room followed suit, and clapped and hooted, murmurs of ‘thank you’s’ and other flattering filled your ears.
“Tess, wait. Hold up a second, everybody. I have one little suggestion, if I may.” Chris weaved through the crowd towards his editor friend.
“Let’s hear it then.”
He looked to you, shit eating grin already capturing his face.
“Amelia, our amazing stylist, is too peculiarly beautiful to not get in front of that camera for at least one shot. Am I right?”
Every member of the crew immediately followed Chris’s eyes as his smile fell in your direction.
“Oh no, no, no. I’m definitely a behind the camera girl, Chris. Kourtney did an amazing job, we got more than enough shots for today.” You protested, trying to inconspicuously locate the nearest exit.
“I think he may be right about this one, Amelia. As much it pains me to give this fool any credit at all.” Tess marched towards you. “Let’s head into the dressing you. I think I may have a suggestion as to what you should try on…”
You staggered an uneasy line re-entering the bustling set of photographers, styled at the very capable hand of the publication’s editor-in-chief. You couldn’t break apart the spellbinding crush your eyes suddenly had on your bare feet as the chatters about the room decreased to murmurs.
“You are a vison, gorgeous! Mr. Evans knew what he was talking about, clearly!”
The photographer boasted as Tess escorted you in front of the bleached plainness of white backdrop. His praises were able to miraculously capture your attention, and your pupils to his, finding an observing Chris standing at his side.
His blue-flamed stares were categorically forceful, and accidentally intrusive. His face read blank on one hand, but you could almost see the penetrating waves oozing from him if you tilted your head just right, and squinted hard enough. He was deep in thought with either captivated admiration, or robust disgust at you in your state of very foreign glamour compared to how he’d seen you as of recent. Your throat contracted in a gag analyzing his batting eyes, and arching brows.
You kept your theatrics and posing to an appropriate minimal, careful not to take away from the calm beauty of your ensemble, and you were able to somehow, with bold effort, let yourself do your job acceptably despite your most handsome audience member.
“Fuck.”
Chris covered the laughing lines of his mouth as Paul turned the camera toward him, seeking a second opinion on one of your shots.
“It’s stunning, Mil. I swear to you. You look absolutely phenomenal.”
Paul motioned you over, in clear agreement with Chris, to reveal the already selected shot for the spread. The captured view of your marvelously bold, sharp-turned jaw elicited a baffling gasp from you.
“I think that’s really a wrap, folks. A beautiful one, might I add.” Tess announced.
Chris swooped in to crush you into embracing arms, gifting a prolonged kiss to the crown of your unusually tamed head. He seemed almost more contented than you were with todays turn of events, and never had anyone ever made you feel so, so accomplished.
“As fucking gorgeous as you look right now, how about you go get changed, yeah? I’m taking you to dinner tonight. Seems we’ve got some celebrating to do, superstar.” His muffled, wet whispers demanded the attention of every hair on your body as goosebumps began spreading like wildfire. A kiss behind the curve of your ear to the typically untouched spot made you want to sing out like the tabernacle choir.
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Dream a Little Dream (of me)
This fic was written for @beckzorz and her 1K writing challenge! My prompt was Drive Through. Thank you for being so kind and welcoming to me as I’m coming into this side of the fandom!! *mwah*
[One Shot: Bucky Barnes x Reader, 4679 words, Mature/Explicit Rating]
You’re lying on the couch in the common area, with nothing to do and nowhere to be. It’s a gorgeous day, the first day of Summer, and you’ve got that itch in your bones to get out and get moving. Nat is watching something ridiculous on the enormous TV, Thor’s making cookies and you’re not entirely sure what Bruce and Tony are doing over in the corner, but it involves a fair amount of swearing and the occasional small explosion, but when you look over, there are no visible flames, so you figure they’ve got it under control.
“What the hell is that?” you hear a gruff voice ask, and you sit bolt upright to see Sergeant James Barnes, Bucky to his friends but not to you, not yet, hanging over the back of the sofa where you’ve been lounging, staring at the television.
You’re newer to the team, Tony originally brought you into Stark Industries to work with him on tech design, but you were folded into the Avengers when a latent precognitive talent became not-so-latent after a slight electrocution mishap. You’ve been working closely with Wanda, but it’s a difficult gift, not easily subject to control.
It’s given you one thing, though. You’ve known for a while now what Bucky will be to you, you’re just waiting for him to catch up. You know what you've seen.
“It’s miniature golf,” Nat replies, not lifting her eyes from the screen. “It’s the International Finals.”
Bucky stares for a moment and then nods in recognition. “Putt-Putt, I remember.”
Your heart breaks a bit. You know his story, of course, there’s not a soul in America who doesn’t, and you’ve been witness to the battles he’s fought to come back to himself. He’s the bravest person you’ve ever met, and you’d want to know him even if… well, no matter what. He tends to stick closest to the people he trusts - Steve, of course, Nat, and Sam. But you’ve had a couple of late night conversations over ice cream, and you know he’s smart as hell and has a dry and sharp wit that’s left you laughing. He’s not bad to look at either, and your eyes widen as you glance up at him leaning over you.
“You shaved!” you say without thinking and he glances down at you.
“You keeping an eye on me?” he asks and you can feel your cheeks heat up.
“Maybe.” You toss him a wink, and he just stares at you. “Got a hot date?”
He snorts, and says only, “Nah, got nothing going on this week,” not looking away.
You see the moment it happens, as he looks at you, really looks at you, and you watch his expression change from that of a leader appraising a teammate to something else. Something new. You see the way his eyes drop from yours, down to your mouth and the way they flick back up. Your smile widens.
You sit up and stretch, watching the way he watches you, and nod towards the TV.
“You’ve played?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. Can’t remember.”
You get to your feet, suddenly itchy to get out and hit the road, have some fun. As you make your way over the stairs that lead up to your quarters, his voice stops you.
“Where’re you going?”
You shrug as he wanders closer, and you pause, halfway up the staircase. You can tell Nat’s listening to every word, even though she’s still watching the TV as if fascinated.
“I need to get out. Take a drive. Go see something of the world.”
He looks intrigued. “You drive?”
Tony snorts from across the room and you laugh. “Do I drive? Sergeant Barnes, it’s like you don’t even know me. Yeah,” you give him a bold once-over. “I drive.”
He lifts one eyebrow and then shocks everyone in the room (including himself if his expression is anything to go by) when he says, “You want some company?”
You freeze, wondering if this is it, if this is how things change and then you let the smile spread over your face.
“Meet me on P3 by the elevator in an hour.” You turn to head upstairs and then toss over your shoulder, “Oh, and Sergeant Barnes? Bring an overnight bag, we’ll be staying the night.”
An hour later you head to the elevator, butterflies jumping in your stomach. You’ve checked the weather and it’s gorgeous where you’re headed. You’ve showered and changed, and you’re wearing a shirtdress in a cheerful green floral print and your favorite comfortable ballet flats. You’ve got your purse over one shoulder and you’re carrying your battered leather duffle bag in one hand. When you exit the elevator to the parking garage, you see Bucky standing there waiting for you.
His eyes widen as he takes you in. He’s obviously showered and changed as well, wearing dark wash jeans, and a white t-shirt under a black leather jacket. There’s a bag sitting at his feet and he’s leaning against the wall waiting for you, and your heart starts to race.
You feign nonchalance as you approach him, pulling your keys out of your purse as you do so.
“You ready, Sergeant?” you ask and he smiles.
“You think you might see your way to calling me Bucky?” he asks, and the sight of his grin makes something inside you take flight. “Seeing as we’re going on a road trip?”
“You ready for an adventure?” you ask, and he nods. “Well then, Bucky,” and you see his lips quirk at the sound of his name, “Follow me.”
You make your way down the dimly-lit walkway towards the far corner of the garage, Bucky walking quietly next to you. As you get closer, you click the lock and grin at the answering flash of tail lights ahead in the darkness.
“All right,” you say grandly, as you approach the car, “I want you to meet my baby. Baby? This is Bucky.”
“This is your car?” Bucky breathes, and you meet his eyes. “I’m impressed.”
You pop open the trunk and toss your bag in, and Bucky does the same.
“I don’t suppose...” he says with a grin, and you start to laugh.
“Nope, not a chance,” you say, opening the passenger side door and he laughs and climbs in.
You hop in and start the car. You pause to tie a scarf around your hair, and then, glancing sideways at Bucky, you hit the button and the cloth top of your ‘85 classic cherry red Mercedes convertible starts to fold down and he looks up with such a look of delight that you catch your breath.
“Tony get his hands on this?” he asks as you back out of the parking space, and you snort.
“He’d love to. I let him install a security system and he insisted on upgrading the stereo.” You laugh, remembering the day Tony had come across you tinkering under the hood, how he’d insisted on you taking him for a ride immediately, the way he’d Facetime’d Pepper from the car to show her.
“But other than that, no. No one gets under my Baby’s hood but me.”
Bucky looks impressed. “You do all your own work.”
“Do my own work?” You scoff. “Barnes, I rebuilt this baby from the engine out.”
You’re out of the garage now, and you shove on your favorite sunglasses as you make your way east across town to get onto the FDR. You’re surprised that he hasn’t asked where you’re going, and you have to admit, you’re impressed, and you say as much to him.
He leans back, watching the city streets slide by as you drive.
“What can I say? A beautiful woman invites me on an adventure, I figure, I’m putting myself in your hands, and besides,” he shrugs and you glance at him as you stop for a red light, “I trust you.”
You cough, to hide the way your voice breaks as you say, “You do?”
Bucky nods. “Anyway, I got nothing going on for the next couple of days, and really, there’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
Conversation flows easily as you leave the city behind, and make your way to CT and then north. You argue over music, movies, and books, and Bucky has you laughing as he describes some of his adjustment woes to this century.
You can see the way he watches everything around him: the other cars on the road, the scenery flying by. He doesn’t miss anything and you wonder what it would be like to have his laser-focus attention trained on you.
Before you know it, a few hours have passed and you see the sign for your exit. You feel him turning to you with a questioning glance as you make your way onto a small state highway that hugs the coast, the ocean sparkling off to your right. You know exactly where you are, navigating easily as you smile at the familiar landscape. Finally, Bucky caves.
“Okay, where are we going?”
“Truman’s Bay, Rhode Island,” you says easily. “Small beach town, about a half-hour south of Narragansett. The most amazing burgers you’ve ever had from Ivy’s drive-through, and the biggest mini golf course in the state.”
Bucky snorts. “I mean, it’s a small state.”
“Hush, you,” you say with a laugh and you hear his chuckle.
You glance over and Bucky’s looking out the window at the rolling surf, and you can see by the curve of his cheek that he’s smiling.
“You brought me three hours for burgers and mini golf?”
“I did,” you agree, and turn onto the street where you can see the sign for Ivy’s up ahead. “I like to get food and then drive out to the picnic area at the point. You can’t get down to the beach there, but it’s awfully pretty.”
Bucky shrugs. “It’s your party, sweetheart, I’m just along for the ride.”
Twenty minutes later, you’re sitting at the picnic area, the bags of food on the table in front of you. The wind is kicking off the ocean, and you grab your sweater from the car, dropping the scarf onto the front seat.
You hand Bucky his double cheeseburger and fries and take a sip of your iced tea before biting into your own burger and moaning with pleasure.
Bucky takes a bite and then closes his eyes in appreciation. “Jesus, Y/N,” he breathes, “This lives up to the hype. How do you know about this place?”
You swallow, look away. “Spent my early years here,” you say finally. “My mom took off when I was born, so it was just me and my dad. He died when I was 10, and I went into the system, spend the next eight years in Providence.”
There’s a long pause and then Bucky says only, “That sounds rough.”
You shrug, not meeting his eyes. “When I was 18, I aged out. I’d been in trade school, auto mechanics. My foster mom at the time, she’s a good one, hooked me up with her brother. He runs a shop in Brooklyn.”
“Oh.” Understanding fills Bucky’s eyes. “You worked on Steve’s bike.”
You nod. “I had no idea who he was, the first time he came by. I didn’t figure it out until he brought Tony in. He was just, you know, Stevie from Brooklyn.”
Bucky grins. “He loved it, that you didn’t know. He talked about how smart you were, and then when you got hurt, man.” He shakes his head.
“Well,” you say, looking around, not wanting to follow those memories, “It all turned out okay.”
“You miss working in the shop?” Bucky asks casually, finished his burger and wiping his chin.
You laugh. “Nah, I still get over there to see the guys, but man, the tech I get to work on now.”
You describe some of your current projects, waving your hands excitedly as you talk about the things you’re helping design, and you look up to see Bucky gazing at you fondly.
“Anyway,” you say, crumpling up your trash. “What do you say to some mini golf?”
He just smiles at you, lazy in the bright sun of the gorgeous afternoon and then says, “Anything you want, just lead the way.”
When you pull into the mini golf place, the parking lot is almost entirely full, and you frown in surprise. “I didn’t think it’d be this busy, it’s not even 5:00 yet,” but as you approach, you can see the reason why. ICE CREAM FESTIVAL a large sign proclaims, and you can see tables and vendor booths set up at the edge of the parking lot.
“Oh, man,” you say, grabbing Bucky’s hand without thinking and tugging him forward, his fingers curling firmly around yours. “I’d forgotten about this. I remember my dad bringing me to this years ago.” You turn to Bucky, grinning. “I puked right over there,” you say happily, pointing over to a large tree at the far edge of the lot, and Bucky laughs.
“I bet you were a cute kid,” he murmurs and you roll your eyes.
“Maybe I’ll show you pictures someday,” you say casually, and he just looks at you and for a moment, it’s as if the whole world stands still, and his eyes meet yours and neither of you looks away, neither of you even breathe, and then he exhales.
“I’ll hold you to that,” he says and raises your hand to his lips to press a kiss to the backs of your fingers, and a feeling of deja vu comes over you and you realize, you’ve Seen this.
“What?” he asks, seeing your expression change, but you just shake your head.
You get in line for mini golf, and you laugh at Bucky’s face as he takes in the course, with the windmill and the huge sphinx and the waterfall. You play the course, and it’s clear that you’re both competitive. You’ve got more experience but Bucky’s got that whole super soldier sniper thing on his side, and you end up neck and neck as you come into the 18th hole. Bucky makes his shot in two moves and you frown.
“Okay, Barnes,” you say, wiggling your eyebrows at him. “This one’s for the game, big boy, and I’m feeling lucky.”
“Hmm,” Bucky says, coming up behind and leaning in to say in your ear, “What would you say to a friendly wager?”
“Like… loser pays for dinner?” you ask, focusing on setting up your shot.
“Boooring,” he sing-songs and for a moment you think you can feel his breath on your neck and you shiver. “Loser grants the winner… a boon.”
“A boon?” you snort, lining up, “Yeah, that’s fine, that’s…” and then just as you go to take your shot, you feel Bucky’s lips brush across your neck and your shot goes wild, caroming off the green and into the river running merrily through the course, and mournfully you watch your little purple ball sail away.
You turn to Bucky who is studiously looking away, whistling a bit, and you advance on him, waving your club.
“You did that on purpose,” you shout, trying not to laugh at the look of feigned innocence that he plasters across his face. “Jerk!”
“Did what?” Bucky laughs, ducking out of the way as you take a half-hearted swing at him. “You can’t prove anything! Bad luck and all that, but I think this means… I’m the winner?”
“Uggh, fine,” you say, turning away, “I’ll pay for dinner.”
“Oh no,” Bucky says, falling into step next to you, tossing his ball nonchalantly, “A boon. You promised me a boon.”
The two of you turn in your clubs and as you leave the course, you grumble, “What even is that, a boon?”
Bucky shrugs and threads his fingers through yours. “I’ll let you know when I think of it. What now?”
You consider for a moment. “Get ice cream and I’ll show you the walking path along the ocean. Then we can find a place to stay for tonight. Have dinner and wander around town? That’s about all there is to do.”
Bucky smiles at you, slow and sweet, and you realize as he pulls you towards the ice cream vendors, that after this trip, nothing will ever be the same again.
After you finish your ice cream, strawberry for Bucky and Earl Grey tea for you, you hop back in the car.
“There’s a hotel in town,” you say, “We can see if they have rooms.”
The parking lot of the hotel is crowded, and you feel a bit anxious. You’ve always been somewhat of a spontaneous sort, and you’ve never had trouble finding a place to stay, but that looks like it could change tonight. You hope not, you’ve always loved this hotel, with its large back patio and old-fashioned carousel overlooking the ocean, and for some reason that you really don’t want to examine too closely, you want to share this with Bucky.
******
“One room,” you repeat blankly and the clerk nods.
“It’s the Festival in Narragansett this weekend, we’re pretty booked up even this far away,” she says, sounding bored. “You want the room?”
You stare at Bucky and he stares back, and you realize, he’s purposefully not saying anything, letting you make the decision. You could get back in the car, keep driving, try and find another place, or you could just… surrender, and you realize as you take a deep breath, you already know what you’re going to do.
You turn back to the clerk with a smile. “We’ll take the room,” you say, and hand over your credit card.
It’s quiet between you as you ride the elevator to the 5th floor, but you can feel the anticipation rising in the way Bucky glances sideways at you, the way his hand brushes yours as you stare straight ahead. You make your way down the hall, and then you open the door, and Bucky waves you in ahead of him.
You walk in and drop your bag, turning to survey the room, and you swallow. There’s only one bed.
The room is beautiful. It’s large, facing the ocean and when you open the curtains, you’re delighted to find sliders out to a small balcony with two chairs and a tiny table. It’s also, you realize, familiar. You’ve Seen this room, this view to the ocean, this bed. You open the doors to hear the ocean, and then set down your purse on the dresser and turn to find Bucky watching you.
“Y/N,” he whispers, walking towards you. “Is this…? Are you…?”
“Yes,” you whisper as his hand reaches up and he drags his fingers across your jaw, “Oh god, Bucky, yes,” and then his mouth descends to yours and you’re lost.
He kisses you fiercely, and you give back just as much, threading your hands through his hair as he pulls you close, his hands firm against your back. He kisses you breathless, and you realize, to have all of his focus, all of his attention, it’s beyond anything you’ve dreamed.
“Y/N,” he whispers, his voice hoarse, “What do you want? How far do you want this to go?’
You don’t even have to think now, because you know. You know exactly where this is going, and you realize, maybe you’ve known since you stepped off that elevator in New York. There’s no other place this could have gone but here.
“You,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his chin, “I want you.”
“You sure?” he asks, and you nod.
It’s easy between you two, you realize, as he unbuttons your dress with shaking fingers, eases it up over your head. He whispers a heartfelt “Jesus Christ” and then runs his hands down your back to curve around your bum as you press against him. It’s exciting, to be so close to naked while he’s fully dressed, the scrape of his jeans against your thighs enticing as he kisses you again and again.
“Off,” you say, tugging at his shirt, “Take this off,” and he grins, yanking the shirt over his head.
You lean into him and begin pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses across his collar bone, making your way to the scars on his shoulder. He stiffens and then when you flick your tongue across the ridged flesh you find there, he groans.
“You’re so beautiful,” you say, looking up at him, hoping he hears the truth in your voice, “So fucking beautiful, Bucky.”
“James,” he whispers and there’s a look of such vulnerability on his face that you feel your heart breaks just a bit, in the best way. “Can you? Would you call me James?”
“Of course,” you whisper and he kisses you again.
He walks you towards the bed and when the backs of your legs hit the mattress, you tumble down, pulling him on top of you as he laughs, and suddenly you feel so full of feeling. It’s beautiful, the way the afternoon sunlight streams in over him, turning him golden, the way the infinite ocean rolls in the background, the screams of gulls and the sound of waves.
It’s beautiful the way he kisses his way down your body, stripping you bare as he goes, pressing his mouth to the core of you until you’re shaking and shuddering underneath his tongue. You collapse back against the pillows as he moves back up, and when he presses his mouth to yours, you taste yourself on his lips.
“What do you want?” he asks and hisses as you slide a hand down to cup him through his jeans.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes for this next part,” you inform him and he laughs and sits up, then stands and wiggles out of his jeans and boxer briefs.
You let your eyes roam freely, from his strong jaw, the glint of his metal arm in the sun, the curve of his hip and the way his cock juts out from his body, so hard for you. He moves away, rummages in his bag and pulls out a condom and you grin.
You grab the packet from him and he freezes as you carefully roll it on over his length, teasing a bit as you go and he presses your hand for a moment.
“I won’t,” he gasps and takes a deep breath, visibly working to control himself, “I won’t last long if you keep doing that, darling.”
“I don’t care,” you say, and pull him down to kiss him again. “I just want you. James.” You say it again and he shudders. “James, I want you.”
He lines himself up and looks at you, watching your face as he presses in and you inhale on a gasp. The feel of him is overwhelming, solid and real as he moves against you, over and in you. The room is filled with the sounds you’re both making, gasps and a moan, long and low. You trace your hands over his arms and then down to his back, where you can feel the muscles bunching under your fingers as he moves. He kisses you, deep and wet, mouths along your jawline as you arch under him, calling his name.
He slows for a moment and then grins, raises an eyebrow and then rolls, settling you on top of him. He curves one hand around your hip and whispers, “Go ahead, baby,” and you move, chasing your own pleasure now as he thrusts into you. His fingers ghost over you, dipping into that heat at your very core, and you groan, shocked at how ragged your voice sounds in the room, and then, it rises from the very center of you, wave after wave and you contract around him as he gives one last shout and yanks you close, pressing his face into your shoulder as he comes, your name on his lips like a psalm.
For a long moment, there’s no movement, no sound but the two of you gaspings, and then you shudder and collapse gracelessly onto him.
“Fuck,” Bucky whispers and you murmur wordlessly in agreement and then slide off of him to cuddle into his side, and his arms tighten around you.
After a moment, he gets up and heads into the bathroom and when he comes back, he slips in next to you and wraps his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“That was,” he says quietly, and then sighs. “That was amazing.”
There’s a long moment of silence and then he asks, “Did you See this?’
“Parts,” you whisper, wondering if he’ll be angry. “I saw the sunlight on the ocean, the bed.”
“When?” he asks, and you roll over to prop yourself up and look at him. He smiles at you and you feel something in you relax.
“A while ago,” you say finally. “Before I met you. It’s one of the first things I saw, actually. Right after the incident.”
Bucky huffs out a surprised laugh. “The incident? That’s what we’re calling it?”
You shrug and reach other to trace one hand across his chest. “I mean, no lasting damage done, right?”
He covers your hand with his own, brings it up to his lips to kiss your palm. “I remember the first time I saw you, you were going toe to toe with Tony over… something, I don’t remember what, and it was like,” he pauses, shakes his head. “It was like I was poleaxed or something, watching you stand up to him, and then you looked over at me, and you just grinned, like you’d seen an old friend or something.”
“Or something,” you whisper.
“Anway,” he shakes his head again, “I just thought, anyone who can yell at Tony like that, that’s someone I need to get to know.”
“And now?” you have to ask. “What now?”
“Well,” he says slowly, “I’d like to take you to dinner, walk through the town, kiss you by the ocean if you’re amenable to that.” He looks at you. “You going to tell me what else you’ve seen?”
“Not much,” you say. “Mostly I just saw us like this.”
“Well, then,” he says, “Let’s see what happens next.”
*****
You wind up sitting outdoors at a small cafe downtown, laughing over salads and steaks, and sharing a bottle of wine as you talk and people-watch. It’s getting dark now, and as you finish up, you hear music start up in the park across the street.
“Want to check it out?” you ask, as Bucky slides his credit card back into his wallet.
“Sure,” he says, and slides his hand into yours. “Lead the way.”
The park is on a bluff overlooking the public beach, and the breeze off the water is cool as you make your way towards the bandstand. There are people on blankets, kids playing on the playground equipment and the rotary club is doing a brisk business selling popcorn and lemonade. As you get closer, you realize it’s a jazz band and you grin.
“Hey, they’re singing your song,” you say with a laugh and Bucky grins.
“There’s a lot I don’t remember,” he says, “But somehow, I still know the music.”
Suddenly he stops and holds out a hand. “My boon,” he says and you quirk an eyebrow at him, not understanding.
“Dance with me,” he says quietly and you nod, heart in your throat as he wraps you in his arms.
As you dance, your bodies moving together in rhythm and harmony, you see the way he looks at you, feel the way he pulls you close, his body brushing yours, and the whole world falls away, until it’s just the two of you, this moment, here under the stars and the rising moon, and you realize.
This is just the beginning.
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
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Cruel Angel’s Thesis Chapter 10
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Category: F/M
Fandom: Mystic Messenger (Video Game)
Relationship:707 | Luciel Choi/Main Character
Characters:707 | Luciel Choi, V | Jihyun Kim Mary, Vanderwood 3rd, Jumin Han, Zen | Hyun Ryu, Yoosung Kim, Jaehee Kang, Main Character, Rika, Saeran ChoiUnknown | Ray
Nari frowned at the charred remains before her. She felt like vomiting if she was being honest with herself, but this needed to be done, and the RFA trusted only her with this. She grabbed the materials she needed to extract the bone marrow from the remains. She gathered samples from femur; it was in the best shape. The bone was mostly white with fat and flesh still attached. She scrapped the narrow into a dish, and signals to the forensics that they could do what they pleased with the rest.
Nari walked into the lab where her friend Minji was running Saeyoung DNA in the systems. She silently handed the girl the sample from the body and sat in one of the empty chairs. They both where on Jumin’s pay right now seeing as this was completely secret and under the table. The two girls would run the DNA against the other anything under 70% matches threw the chances of it being Saeran out the window. That was the best case scenario.
Nari not being trained in this area was more an onlooker making sure her boyfriend’s DNA was properly destroyed upon the completion of the test. It was only after much deliberation and a huge leap of trust on Saeyoung part that she convinced him to allow her to take a sample from him. It'd be unfortunate if the agency had found out about this and the DNA lead them there. Nari frowned thinking about her boyfriend working while possibly going mad with wonder. Everyone, Saeyoung included, was positive the DNA would be a match and it was Saeran lying in there.
Minji hadn't asked questions when Nari called in a favor. She simply signed the contract Jumin had his lawyer whip up securing everyone's involvement with this.
Minji had been sitting here with her for over 34 hours. Nari had left the RFA meeting and rushed straight to the hospital. The team recovering the body from the ruins kept bringing more and more burnt disfigured Parts. The femur was their best bet to find healthy DNA strands to compare to Saeyoung. Identical twins had identical DNA and a match lower than 70% even given the damage to the body wouldn't do. So far the highest match they've come across was 6.72% and that's including damage.
"The femur had a tissue, dried blood in the marrow?" Minji asked eyeing the sample beginning the process to extract the DNA from it.
"Yeah, so if it doesn't match, it means it's not who we thought it was," Nari explained rubbing her dry eyes watching the computer systems run her boyfriend DNA and biome. She saw literally every genetic thing that made her lover who he was. She smiled snapping a picture of all His biome and sent to him in a text.
Nari- I hacked into your genetic code! I've literally seen every genetic thing that makes you, you. I love you <3
707- that's actually really cool! You should tell me what these things mean sometimes. I love you too <3
707- Have you eaten? Have you slept? I just checked the time...
Nari- I can sleep when I'm dead. Can't eat because I don't want to go through sanitizing myself again. Bio shitz...
707- Hah, I love you. So baby can you please take care of yourself.
Nari- fine, but we should be wrapping up here soon anyway. Don't you work yourself to death? Mwah!!!
707- Mwah!!!
Minji had the DNA up and running through the systems about three hours later. She was humming watching the Biome and DNA try to make matches
"Match is 9.65% there is no way they are identical twins," Minji concluded typing notes and printing them. She added them to the file as a tear rolled down Naris face.
"It's positively not his brother. Of thank fucking god!" Nari sobbed covering her face with her hands.
"Yeah, honestly it could be a distant relative or just some stranger that carries a similar DNA make-up," Minji explained grinning handing the file to Nari. "From my hands to yours to Mr. Han."
"Yes before that. We have to destroy Luciel's DNA." Nari informed her and Minji giggled picking up some liquid and poured it on all the samples.
"Oops, I'm such a klutz." Minji gasped and Nari giggled gathering the samples and putting them in a container.
"I'll burn them too," Nari said shrugging. "Thank you so much Minji."
"I should thank you I made three months’ salary in 40 hours!" Minji giggled gathering her things.
Nari enters the chatroom.
Jaehee-Welcome Nari. Here for a status report?
Nari- 38 hours later and the match is only 9.65% match. Given damage caused by the flames and just living the lowest possibility was 70%. It's positively not Saeran.
707 has entered the chatroom
707- Where the fuck is Saeran?
Nari- good question
Jaehee- shouldn't the match be 100%
707- I honestly thought so...
Nari- Doctor Mode activated. Allow me to educate you.
707- I love playing doctor with you baby
707 hearts emoji
Jaehee sighing Emoji.
Jaehee- please just answer the question.
Nari- Identical twins come from the same zygote. This means that the egg and sperm are the exact same, which equates to identical DNA. They are always of the same sex and are monozygotic or MZ twins (mono = one; zygote = fertilized egg) Sperm carry either the X or Y chromosome determining the baby's gender.
707- Which means we have the same DNA...
Jaehee- we already knew that. You basically retold us they have identical DNA which we were aware of
Nari-From birth, yes they should be 100% genetically identical. However, they aren't necessarily genetically identical as life progresses. Mutations will occur as their body grows through mitotic processes.
707- Have to use Google. One second
Jaehee- just a moment, please.
Nari-Most of these mutations are automatically fixed, but some of them stay, such as when ultraviolet rays from the sun rearrange epithelial cell DNA. Also the drugs he's on, and the age he started taking said drugs can deteriorate his DNA and genetic makeup. In short, genetic variability in twins results from mutations during the lifespan.
707- mind was blown
Jaehee- you seem well educated in the area of twins
Nari- Honestly in med-school, I had a fascination with Twins after doing a report.
707- You just love me because of science!
Nari- shit Jaehee he's onto me...
Nari- Identical twins are random and universal. And the only increased chance of multiples is fraternal twins because two eggs and two sperm are required for fraternal. That's if they ran on the mother's side of the family, or you use fertility treatments. Fun facts!
707- I'm a rarity!
707- well I guess Saeran is too...
Nari-Yup just one second
Nari- I know I have a master ball laying around here somewhere! I'll need my spare one for when we see Saeran
707 heart emoji
707- So that's how you captured my heart <3
Nari- gotta catch em all!
707- be sure to capture Jumin in luxury ball, or he'll throw a tantrum.
Nari- who’s to say I haven't already
Nari wink Emoji
Jaehee- Mr.Han had asked if you have the reports.
Nari-I’m getting into my car as we speak so I'll see you soon.
Nari- Saeyoung, we will find him. I love you. Eat something other than Honey Budda chips. And drink some water!
707- I know we will. I love you, drive safe.
Nari has left the chatroom.
Nari walked into C&R looking around the reception area in awe. It was clean and light. Plants scattered about yet seemed well placed. There where Crystal chandeliers in a business building. Talk about luxury Nari would laugh if it was actual diamonds hanging above her head. That would be so, Jumin Han.
"Good to see you again, Nari." A feminine voice spoke out. Naris eyes met with Jaehee as her grin spread further.
"Jaehee!" She exclaimed walking over to hug her friend. Jaehee seemed hesitant but hugged her back.
"Mr. Han is awaiting you in his office. Allow me to escort you." Jaehee was truly a professional woman.
"Lead the way." Nari giggled following the assistant into the elevator.
"You look tired," Jaehee commented pressing the 17 button and the elevator roared bringing them upward.
"I haven't slept since before the RFA meeting two days ago. I'm functioning loudly on adrenalin and energy drinks." Nari sighed smiling at the other woman.
"I completely understand that!" Jaehee giggled. "It's nice to have another workaholic in the RFA with unreasonable hours."
"Hah~ these hours where on Jumin’s wallet!" Nari giggled. "Truly though having another woman in the RFA saved it from being a sausage fest!"
"Mmmm... It is a comfort. Thank you for stay with us despite the situation." Jaehee hummed looking at the doctor.
"I owe the RFA plenty. Plus my boyfriend pretty much makes it’s physically impossible to leave. I'm the RFA's hostage now, but I don't mind." Nari laughed.
“If I may, I raise concerns for you sanity choosing Luciel for a lover. How should I put it... he is an enigma with a very colorful and eccentric personality." Jaehee raised her mock concerns with a wicked smiled causing Nari to double over with laughter as they stepped off the elevator.
"But that's why I love him~" Nari sang between giggles and Jaehee laughed herself walking toward a door with 'the office of Jumin Han.' Plated on it. Jaehee knocked firmly.
"Enter." Jumin’s monotone voice called out.
Both women stepped into the office and Jumin vaulted whatever paperwork he was reading and signing. He folded his hands together on the desk providing them with his full attention.
"This is all of our genetic findings," Nari spoke first stepping forward setting the file on his desk. Jumin nodded skimming through the file.
"Wonderful work Doctor Choe." Jumin complimented.
"Nah, I'm not forensics. Thank Doctor Minji Park. She was the mastermind." Nari waved her hand in front of her face. "Though if you need an appendix removed, or a liver transplant I'm your gal!"
"Very well. Now raises the question of where Luciel’s brother ended up." Jumin spoke clear but mostly to himself.
"Wouldn't it be wonderful if we knew?" Nari sighed. "Saeyoung's going to work himself to death trying to trace him and completing his agency work at the same time."
"Yes, I'll gather some people to aid in the search." Jumin clarified.
"Another important question. Whose body was I harvesting bone marrow samples from for the past two days?" Nari asked clearly surprising the businessman.
"We will exhaust every possibility and hopefully identify the body," Jumin assured her. Nari smiled sadly.
"I'm sure Nari is very tired Mr. Han. Why don't we allow her to head home and get some rest." Jaehee than spoke up and Jumin nodded.
"Yes, assistant Kang is correct. Nari please be careful on your way home and take care of yourself. Until we speak again take care." Jumin finalized dismissing her. Nari nodded.
"Let me know if there is anything I can do to help. Have a good day Jumin." Nari said turning to excuse herself from his office. Jaehee was on her heel.
"Please travel safe, and again thank you for everything you've done to help us." Jaehee than bowed causing Nari to laugh.
"So formal. Alright, I'm out." Nari shot the businesswoman a peace sign and excused herself from the building.
Nari stumbled into her high-end apartment an hour later. Traffic had been at its worse. Nari kicked off her heels and locked the deadbolt before wandering into her kitchen. She noted the place seemed cleaned a smelt fresh despite her not residing there for 2 weeks. Curiously she grabbed the note on the fridge and smiled. Miu had tidy and restocked her fridge for her. As she grabbed a glass of water her phone started ringing.
"Hello~ this is the very tired corpses of Doctor Choe. Please hang up and don't try your call again." She chimed than took a sip of water listening to the laughter on the other end.
"I got worried when you didn't return to the bunker." Seven stated and Nari blushed.
"Hmm?" She hummed.
"Don't make that noise!" He sputtered to her amusement.
"Wasn't aware I was supposed to return to your place. I'm home." Nari explained and he groaned.
"I can't protect you there! I don't even know your address!" He barked in concern making her frown.
"I'm sorry. I felt like I was really imposing on your space. I thought I should come home." Nari started listening to her boyfriend’s typing.
"You're never imposing. My place is your place, always feel comfortable being here." He murmured sweetly and she smiled.
"I love you, you dork." Nari giggled and he groaned again.
"I love that you love me. I love you more than anything. When this is all over I'm taking you to a space station to marry you." Saeyoung spoke clear and determinedly causing Naris breath to get caught in her throat.
"Yes." She muttered and he hummed slightly confused.
"Yes?" He questioned after a moment and Nari found her voice.
"Yes, I'll marry you." Nari clarified and noise could be heard from the other end of the phone.
"Nari? Shit sorry, I dropped the phone and restarted my heart!" He stammered on sounding embarrassed.
"It's okay." Nari murmured quietly and there was a heavy sigh.
"Thank you. But don't say yes right now. Don't get me wrong I love that you did, but I want to do things more proper." His voice was broken. "I love you, so much and hearing you so willingly agree to spend your love with me for a lifetime makes me happy. So unbearably happy I might burst. Wait for me a little longer and then you'll be my priority." He was sniffling on the other end and Nari smiled warmly.
"Saeyoung," Nari whispered hearing him take a sharp intake of air. "I'll be waiting for you, right beside you honey. I love you, much more than I could ever fathom. You're my future and soulmate."
"God! My chest feels tight and I find it hard to breathe. I feel so complicated when I can’t see you. What's wrong with me?" He questioned himself and Nari giggled.
"My diagnosis is that you're experiencing unconditional love for the first time," Nari spoke in a matter of fact tone and he sighed.
"I'm clueless on how I got you, but I'm so happy, I don't care." He murmured and Nari smiled.
"I'll go grab a shower and clothes and be there soon." Nari decided and he chuckled sadly.
"I look forward to seeing you. Drive safe." Saeyoung mumbled and ended the call. Nari wiped her eyes and calming herself down.
Nari pulled into the garage after the gate had a pretty intense argument with her. She giggled to herself thinking out the rude gate. She parked her car and opened the door to be created with a whistle. She stepped out a caught her red-headed dork of a boyfriend ogling her silver Lexus. She smirked shutting and locked the doors.
"Like what you see?" She asked in a mock-seductive tone.
"Yes, ma'am." He muttered with a grin without lifting his eyes from the car.
"I mean it's not flashy like your cars, but she is pretty huh?" Nari smirked as he circled the car.
"Can I modify her?" Saeyoung asked lifting the hood completely inspired.
"She shy! Gotta wine and dine her first!" Nari hissed playfully closing the hood and he grinned at her.
Saeyoung wrapped his arm around Nari pulling her close smelling her freshly washed hair. He let out a content sigh pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Nari hummed running kisses of her own up his jaw. His hands traced the curve of her back as his lips met hers in a sweet kiss. Nari smiled relishing in it before she pulled away.
"Oh before I forget," Nari mumbled digging in her jacket pocket and Saeyoung raised his eyebrow. She grabbed his hand and slid a key into it. "It's too my apartment." His eyes widened before he grabbed her in a bone-crushing hug.
"Thank you. I won't abuse it, I promise." He whispered and she nodded allowing herself to be held, safe, and secure in his arms.
"You're always welcome to be there," Nari whispered and his breath hitched.
"Home number 2." He agreed with a chuckle.
"Can you put me to bed? I am running on fumes, energy level dropping. Eyelids are definitely heavy." She half whined and he smiled lazily down at her.
"Sure, princess. Let's go." He agreed to trace his fingers along her cheek before lifting her into his arms. She realized a pleased sigh as he whisked her away.
Luciel laid her on the bed tucking his blanket around her before flipping off the light. "Join me..." She whispered snuggling in his bed enjoying the smell of him that lingered there.
"I can't, my love. I have agency work to complete. But I'll use the computer in here. You sleep." Saeyoung assured her as the computer hummed to life and a faint glow lit up the room. When Luciel looked toward the bed again she was already gone. He smiled turning back to his computer turning off the monitor before crawling in beside his slumbering lover. He wrapped her in his arms spooning her from behind after setting a quiet alarm for himself. A few hours of sleep couldn't hurt after all.
They both groaned as the sound of boots came toward then and bedroom door flew open. Nari rolled over snuggling her face into Seven as he chuckled sitting up slightly.
"At least we weren't screwing. Madam Vanderwood, what do we owe the pleasure?" Luciel greeted their unwanted guest.
"For the love of- How's the job coming along," Vanderwood asked in a stern voice.
"I'll probably have it completed in a few hours." Seven explained Stroking Naris head causing her to him rubbing her nose in his chest.
"That's three days ahead of schedule. Good work Zero Seven." Vander wood complimented him clearly surprised. "Also did you get a new car because I look the leopard print one?"
"Nah, that's this lovely ladies." Seven clarified and Nari raised a finger. “OH and Vanderwood." Seven called after his handler as he tried to retreat.
"What now!?" Vanderwood snapped.
"Since Nari could be here knock in the future." Seven stated in a cheerful tone and Vanderwood sighed.
"You're right. Sorry, Nari." Vanderwood apologized and Nari snorted.
"S'all good," Nari assured the older male with a wave not bothering to turn to face him. She smirked as the door close. "How long have we been asleep?" Nari asked yawning clinging herself to her boyfriend as he moved to grab his phone.
"Five hours." He informed her and she groaned.
"When did you crawl in?" Mark's very tired voice asked.
"Five minutes after you fell asleep." He confessed and she hummed.
"Good you need to sleep." Nari yawned stretching before rolling over allowing herself to fall asleep yet again.
It was dust and Nari returned to her own space. She needed a moment to herself after the day she had. The hospital agreed to not terminate her contract if she would see one of the phycologists twice a week for 2 hours. She was spender from the O.R and gallery overlooking until she completes her therapy and the doctor cleared her for surgery. It was annoying, but after Jumin explained her kidnapping and the Mint-Eye downfall (which was all over the news with Rika and Saeran still at large) they deemed her mentally unstable and ban her access to the surgical floor.
Nari sighed walking Toward Her Apartment Door When She Stepped on a package. She cocked an eyebrow picking up the box looking it over. Nothing was writing on the box, how curious. She unlocked her door shutting it behind her locking the deadbolt as she kicked off her shoes. She examined the box debating if she should open it or call Seven. She chewed on her cheek as she uses her key to break the tap setting the box on her kitchen table. She cautiously opened the box to be greeted with a children's storybook.
More confused Nari picked up the book and laid it on the table. It appeared to be a harmless children's fairy tale. She opened the cover and tears pricked her eyes as she gasps. There pressed to the cover was a beautiful blue and orange rose. Her breathing picked up as she traced her finger over them. Saeran had to of left this for her. He had told her he was drying and pressing the rose she adored from his garden. And Saeran always kept a blue rose in his suit pocket.
Her hands shacked as she slightly cried. She turned the pages; it was clearly an old and well-loved book. The pages coming off the seam slightly, a few stains here and there. She frowned some of which looked like dried blood. Tears streamed down her face as she ran her finger over a stained pool of blood. Those poor boys, she thought to herself.
When she hit the back cover her breath completely left her. There is childish scroll was some writing looking rather faded and blood spatter made it harder to make out. She frowned squinting bring it close to her face when her eyes widened. She felt I'll like she had been punched in the gut.
Saeyoung and Saeran Choi- age 7
Nari covered her mouth as she took a picture with her phone and sent it to her boyfriend. She felt breathless as she awaited the response. She stared at her phone as her heart threatened to jump out of her chest. What felt like eons later the phone rang?
"Sae-"
"Where did you get that?" His voice was a whisper and shaky.
"It was left in a box in front of my door." Nari murmured softly and his breath hitched.
"Pack your things. You can't stay there right now, it's not safe." He hissed quietly and Nari moved on impulse to start collecting her things.
"I understand, but Sae-" he cut her off again.
"Fuck...FUCK!" He yelled and the sound of him hitting his fist against his desk. Nari flinched. "It... It has to be him. He's not a safe person right now. Nari, I'm so fucking sorry I-" she cut him off.
"Stop taking all the guilt on yourself!" She barked and he groaned. "This is not your fault. You were a kid! Saeyoung you were a child and you couldn't possibly know this is how it would turn out. This isn't your fault." Nari assured him and his breathing became uneven.
"You know what I've done, what I do, and what I am. How can you love me despite all of this?" He asked clearly bewildered and she sighed.
"I love you for all you've done, what you do, and what you are. I don't love you in spite of it. I love you for all of it. I love who you are, I just wished you could see yourself the way I do. You'd realize you're a person that deserves my love, and you deserve to be in my life, and you deserve my friendship." Nari informed him.
"Come to me then, my love. I'll protect you with my life. I'll gladly die for you if it comes to it." He declared and Nari sobbed quietly.
"Then I'll have to protect you too, a world without you isn't one I'm interested in." Nari declared and his breathing stops.
"I'll come pick you up. Wear something pretty. There is somewhere if like to take you." Saeyoung informed her and the line was dead.
Nari stared at her phone for a moment before scurrying into her room. By the way, he drives she had limited time to ready herself. She hauled the sides of her hair back and secured it in a white bow. She peaked off her clothes and exchanged them with a white frilly dress she's be dying a wear. Next, she fixed her makeup applying some red lipstick before deeming herself ready.
She moved and in zipped her suitcase throwing random items into it when her door clicked and opened. She popped her head out her bedroom door to see Saeyoung taking in her rather nice apartment. She giggled alerting the man to her location. He smiled at her and walked to join her.
"Hey!" She smiled placing more items into we suitcase. Saeyoung wondered around her bedroom seemingly analyzing everything his eyes met with.
"Nice place." He finally spoke and Nari giggled again zipping up her bag and stood. His eyes widen slightly as a blush settled on his face. "You're so beautiful."
"You look handsome." She met him in stride looking him up and down. He had chosen to wear white as well. He looked good in his button-up dress shirt and black jeans. He flushed at her compliment.
"Where is It?" Saeyoung asked quietly looking at the ground.
Nari smiled grabbing his hand and leading him to the kitchen table. He eyed the storybook that once belonged to him. He realized his hold on Nari and walked silently to the table. Nari stood in awe watching him touch the cover. He opened the front cover being greeted by the beautiful flowers. He frowned while his eyebrows knitting together.
"Saeran always had a blue rose on him, and the orange one was from his garden. He took me for a walk one night and I kept eyeing that one rose." Nari explained walking up behind him placing her hand on his arm as she looked down at the book.
His fingers brushed the roses one more time before he turned the pages. Every stain of blood caused his breath to hitch. Finally, he made it to the back cover. The faded ink of his childhood writing covered in spattered blood was his name along with his brothers. He squeezed his eyes shut and silent tears rolled down his cheeks. Nari embraced him burying her nose in his back as every horrible childhood memory flooded back to him.
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PTA Task Part 2
Jonathan hadn’t seen his mom and dad in nearly three months. It was hard with the distance and their reception being absolutely terrible wherever they were off galavanting around at the currently moment. For a second, he wondered if it was even worth calling them at all. Surely the school would understand that he simply didn’t have parents around at the moment who could make it back for some PTA meeting in a timely matter.
But he missed them. He missed the way his mom and dad would chase each other around the house just to catch kisses from each other. He missed the sound of his dad singing old Italian songs while he cooked them breakfast or when his mom would come up with crazy ideas for the latest themed night at the family restaurant.
At least Abraham was out of the house for now. It was his fault this was all happening, hunting on the night of the blood mood and leaving someone alive to tell about it was stupid in a way he couldn’t comprehend. He hadn’t told Quinn about it yet, or his parents, and he wondered if maybe he should keep it that way. Maybe he could figure this out without causing panic in the entire Grimm family.
As much as he wanted Van to get kicked out for being reckless, because he always had been, even when he was younger, he doubted anyone but Quinn would be as upset as him. He was the golden child after all. The boy who could do no wrong. Grandma still brought him homemade pie in the woods with her revolver strapped to her thigh like some demented Little Red Riding Hood.
One more deep breath and Jon pulled out his laptop, hoping that the Skype call would go through long enough to explain to them what was happening. It rang once. Twice. Three times before a blurry image of his mom’s face appeared.
“Jonny-bug!” She called through the static, smiling widely, the camera held too close to her face. He could see his dad out of the corner of the screen but the room wasn’t well lit. “How are you, baby?”
As embarrassing as the nickname was, it was something that warmed his heart to hear, a familiar sense of comfort. He smiled softly. “Hey Mom. I’m okay. Going to Monster school isn’t easy.”
“Well of course it isn’t. I told your father we shouldn’t make you go but Quinn thought it would give you a chance to finally get you to explore your hunting. It’s not too long until your 18th birthday, sweetie.”
Jon swallowed hard, fiddling with the fraying thread on his jacket as Mina snored beside him. “I know. I know I just....well something happened and it’s been worse. There’s this mandatory PTA meeting and I think it’s because Van-”
“Wait hold on give me one second. How do I turn this around your father wants to say hi? Oh! Oh wait there it is! Say hi to Jonny!”
The camera flipped around only to reveal an image of his father, hunched over the body of a slane Wendigo, a small vile in his grasp as he drained it of its blood. “Hey! Jonny! Wait can you hear me from there? Hello? Cinderbug how does this stuff work again. Do I get closer?”
“You’re fine, Charlie, calm down. You look fine. Sorry, hon was there something you wanted to say? About Van?”
Jon paused looking at his father with his knife still drawn. It made him sick imagining anyone he had met at school on the other end of that blade. Rosemary, Jake, Tessa. They were all just as innocent as he was, right?
“Mom, Dad. Can I ask you something? It’s serious. I know hunting is everything in the family, it’s what we do but what if...what if I didn’t-”
The phone cut out for a moment, crackling static across the screen as he heard his father shout. “FUCK! We didn’t quite kill this thing. Cinderbug help me out here?”
“Oh right! Sorry Jon, we’ll call again soon, alright? Bye-bye! Eat your vegetables, do your chores, listen to Quinny and give Mina lots of kisses from Mom. Mwah! Bye muffin!”
Before he could say anything else the line was dead and his parents were gone. Jon knew they would be okay but he was left with no more answers than he had started out with and perhaps even more self doubt. He felt tears prickle at the edge of his eyes as he tried to calm himself down with steady breaths. There was a knock at the door and Quinn walked in. There wasn’t even time to put himself together.
“So,” she said cautiously, sitting down on the bed across from him. “What’s this I hear about a mandatory parent teacher conference? I’m no parent but trust me when I say I am absolutely exceptional at pretending to be a guardian.”
Jon cracked a smile, shaking his head. “No you aren’t.”
“Bullshit! Remember when you were in fifth grade and you wanted to go into the PG-13 movie but mom and dad were out of town, so we did some old age makeup on me and got you in?”
“Yeah, that worked for about a month before they started recognizing you at the theatre without the makeup on.”
Quinn tutted, poking his nose. “But it worked for long enough, right? Besides I am older, wiser, and much cooler now. Come on! Let me be your fake mom! Please, please, please!”
She threw herself onto his bed, rolling around, nearly crushing Mina who jumped off in a huff. It jostled everything to the floor, including his computer. But Jon couldn’t help but laugh along with her before giving in.
“Fine. Okay. You can come but you are not being my fake mom. You’re my legal guardian while mom and dad are out of town anyway so I think you already count. But you have to promise me not to get weird about any of the Monsters, that way you do where you’re over zealous and it seems like you’re interrogating them.”
“Alright, alright,” Quinn rolled her eyes. “If you’re going to be no fun about it, then I suppose it’s a deal.” There was a beat before her expression settled and she took his hands in hers. “Jon. You know that if anything is bothering you, you’re allowed to talk to me about it, right? I’m not Mom or Dad or Van. No matter what I’ll always be on your side.”
Jon looked away, pulling his hands back and shaking his head. “Thanks. I’m fine though. I should get ready to do my patrol.”
“Actually...I think maybe we’re all patrolled out for the week. Since the Blood Moon the police have been a little more persistent. How about we stay at home, skip our duties, and eat a lot of really bad delivery pizza that we didn’t make while no one is looking.”
“That sounds good. Thanks Quinn.”
She nodded and stood from his bed. “No worries. I’ll go order it up.” Quinn paused in the doorway, watching him curiously. She could always tell when something was wrong and like a dog with a bone she was not likely to let it up. “I mean it, Jonathan. Always.”
“I know, Quinn. I know.”
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