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sunshineseung · 4 years

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Bully // Changbin

💌 Info: Stray Kids Changbin x female!reader smut 💕 Includes: beginning plot, mentions of master and other pet names, clothed sex, unprotected sex (whoops), blowjob (receiving and giving), facesitting, aftercare ✏️ Word Count: ~3.1k

Your gaze was focused on the television in the corner of the gym while you ran on the treadmill. It had been 10 minutes since you had started running, but after bench pressing and yoga, you were done for the day. You change in the locker room, gather your belongings, and head out of the gym.

You had started working out three months ago. You had already gotten to your goal weight, but being fit was your stretch goal. You wanted to have muscles big enough to assault anyone that stood in your way or made you feel like you weren't enough. Your reflection showed a girl with defined arms, abs, and impressive leg muscles. For once, you felt proud of your body.

Note: I'm not trying to body shame anyone. As someone who has dealt with being overweight and underweight, I would never want someone to feel ashamed of their body. This is just my imagination. Love yourself, babyyyy <3

School was starting next week. It was going to be the first day of your sophomore year of college. You were ready for anything, and more importantly, you were ready to face your long-time bully, Seo Changbin, and his friends.

You've been going to school with Changbin since elementary school, so his harassment was nothing new, but things changed in college when he joined a group of frat boys. Although some of them were nice, most of them piled on insults when Changbin introduced them to you.

You were never really fat, no, but that didn't matter in Changbin's eyes. Body shaming became a regular part of your 8 am class you shared with Changbin and a few of his friends. This summer was your chance to change that.

Although you hate to admit it, Changbin's words had heavily affected your mental health, but you were sick of hating yourself. You promised to become someone intimidating, even in his eyes. You wanted to be feared so no one could hurt you again.

It was the big day. You enter your first class promptly at 10 am and take a seat in the middle of the lecture hall. Lucky for you, it was warm that day, so you could wear a sleeveless shirt to show off your newfound biceps. Changbin entered the hall, looked around for anyone he knew, and to your surprise, he took a seat right next to you. You could tell he was prepared with a new agenda of insults, but his evil smirk faded when he noticed your new body.

"Someone was working out, I see," he spoke, looking you up and down, "too bad you're still smaller than me." He lifted one of the sleeves of his shirt to expose his arm, which was marginally larger than yours. You scoffed at him and looked back into your laptop getting ready to take notes.

The class went on without him saying anything. It felt weird not having insults whispered in your ear or gum shoved in your hair, but it was a welcomed new experience. At the end of class, you collected your belongings and began heading out.

You went to Starbucks later in the day, and after you sat down with your coffee, Changbin and his friends walked in. They all passed glances at you, some taking double-takes, and the youngest even pointing at you before his arm being hit down by the freckled one next to him.

They take their seats across the cafe, but Changbin carries his coffee to your table and sits down with you. You refuse to look up from your notes to him, but he nonchalantly pushes down your laptop lid just enough to grab your attention.

"What?" Your tone is stern, but his eyes are warm.

"I just wanted to say, you're hot like this. I like what you've done to yourself."

After years of torment and verbal harassment, this is what he has to say? You're dumbfounded, and just before you have the energy to leap over the table and clobber him like a fly, he holds his hand up. You decide to let him speak before you lunge onto him and show him just what your new body can do.

"I know I've been a dick, some girls would even say a big dick," nice one, Changbin, "but, I'd like to offer an apology." He goes on to list the worst of what he's done, including but not limited to getting a Zhu Zhu pet stuck in your hair, locking you in the shed at recess, getting you stuck in a tiny locker, keying the word Pig into the side of your car, and getting your first boyfriend to break up with you by telling him you cheated. "I'd like to invite you to my party tonight. It's kind of lowkey, so just bring yourself. Dress code is casual."

He hands you a paper with his phone number, and you quickly shove it into your jacket pocket.

"Party starts at 8. See you there?"

"I don't know, I might go. I'll see."

Changbin nods at your statement and walks back to the table with his friends.

This was your chance. Your plan was simple: Get him alone, beat the shit out of him, then dip. You text your roommate that you'd be going to a party, but you had to go shopping first. Not only did you want to beat the shit out of Changbin, but you also wanted to show him what he's been missing.

With your new, red, bodycon dress and a loose denim jacket, you enter the party. "Lowkey" was not an accurate description at all. There were people everywhere, to the point where even the wallflowers were close to the crowd. You traverse your way to the kitchen, and that's when you see him.

Changbin, beer in hand, was chatting up a girl when he made eye contact with you. You brightly smile at him, an obvious red-herring in your mind. He removes himself from the conversation with the girl and makes his way over to you.

"Need a drink?" On his way over, he grabs a beer from the cooler. Upon his arrival, you snatch the drink out of his hand and start to drink. "I didn't actually expect you to show up, especially not like this." He stares down at your dress and licks his lips. You just sigh and take another sip of your beer.

"Well, my favorite bully invited me to a party, how could I say no?" Your words are lined with sarcasm, and you both giggle lightly at your remark.

"Really? I'm your favorite? I'm honored." He looks down at his hands for a second, and for a second, he frowns in guilt. You can see his mood lower from the easy-going party guy to someone with a heart. "I don't just want you to know me as the guy who's bullied you, though."

He fiddles with his drink, and you put your hand on his shoulder. Your action makes his head spring up to face you. You hadn't noticed this before, but you two were the same height. "If you're not my bully, then who are you?"

His eyes melt into warmth, and you start to feel like that isn't his first drink of the night. "I'm just your classmate Changbin. I want to leave the old me behind this year." His words feel genuine, but you still doubt his intention.

"Hm, classmate Changbin," you repeat his words, "I could get used to that."

"If you don't like me being your classmate, I can think of other things you can call me." His arm swings around to the small of your back and pulls you into his body. Being so close to him, you could smell the liquor on his lips, and although the scent was nauseating, you had the overwhelming urge to kiss him.

"What else can I call you then, classmate Changbin?" You played innocent, but he knew exactly what you were doing. His arm moves off of your back, and his hand meets yours. He leads you upstairs, and the blur of partygoers seems to whiz by and you're taken to his bedroom.

He locks the door, you are already sitting on the bed waiting for him. You lay back onto the bed, and Changbin takes the opportunity to get on top of you, his body hovering over yours. "You want to know what to call me, princess?"

You didn't mind his pet name for you. "Please tell me what to call you, Changbin."

"I'm not Changbin tonight, I'm your master, and you'll be my toy, okay princess?" Without giving you the chance to answer, his lips collide with yours. Your tongues fight for dominance, but even with your new confidence, he wins. You melt into his touch, and his kisses move from your mouth to your jawline.

Once he gets to your neck, you can tell he's purposefully trying to leave marks on your skin. Your hands move under his shirt, pulling up the fabric and tracing around his abs. He presses his growing bulge into your clothed core. The friction is enough to make you need him.

After all the bullying, this is the last place you expected to be: under his body, begging for more of his touch. Although you want his body, your goal for the night was not lost to you. Even though he was dominant and strong, you had to find a way to top him.

His lips make their way to your collarbones, and after removing your jacket, he slips the straps of your dress down your arms to expose your chest. He eyes your breasts for a second, but you cover your chest with your arms out of embarrassment. Changbin laughs at your shyness.

His hands forcefully grab your wrists and move your arms to your sides. "Don't hide from me, babygirl. I know you want me." His lips move to one of your nipples, and his expert tongue swirls around your hardened bud. You moan lightly, showing to him that he's doing his job well.

In Changbin's head, he's been waiting for this moment for years. He's always had a soft spot for you. He thought it was cute the way you protested his involvement in your life, and when you got angry from his heckling, your cheeks would turn a bright shade of red. He noticed every detail of your behaviors, and with you as a moaning mess under him, he took mental notes of all of your moans and what you moaned from.

Your hands, still being trapped under his grasp, tightly gripped the bedsheet. Changbin pulled your dress off of you to reveal your body. Although you weren't wearing a bra, the dress was made to support your chest, you had lace panties on just in case Changbin's hot friend was at the party too. (I'll let you all choose who you think his "hot friend" is.)

Changbin sits up on your thighs and takes off his shirt, exposing his defined abs and chest. You were in awe at the vision in front of you, and Changbin ate up your expression as you looked at him. "This is what you've been missing, princess."

He sounded cheesy, but his voice made everything he said make you weak and needy. He leans down onto your body and brings you into another kiss, this time, much messier and desperate. You take your chance to flip him over so your heat is on top of his erection. You take the opportunity to grind against him, earning a deep moan from him.

You escape the kiss, a string of spit keeping you two connected for a second. You put your hands on his chest for support as you grind harder into him. Changbin is wearing tight jeans, so you can tell he's hurting for you to take them off of him.

"Does my master like when I do this?" You smirk at him, and he throws his head back. His hands find their spot on your hips, moving you in sync with him. Although you're both clothed, you feel close to your orgasm, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing he made you cum without entering you.

"Please fuck me, Y/n." His cocky walls fall as he refers to you by your first name. You've got him right where you want him. You grab his chin and make him keep eye contact with you while you lead down and tear his pants down his legs. His hard member is painfully pressing against his boxers, and you can see the stain of precum already setting.

"Is my master needy for me?" You tease his cock through his boxers, and he bites his lip harshly. "I'll take that as a yes." His breathing is hitched when you pull his underwear down to expose his length. "Don't forget, master, we're at your party. Anyone could walk in and see you unraveling for me."

"Let them see." His words take you off guard. You're shocked he'd want people to know the former "fat girl" can make him weak like this. "Let everyone at this party know I'm your master."

With him feeling strong enough to speak, you surprise him and start sucking his cock, taking his entire length in your mouth at once. His tip grazes the back of your throat almost making you gag. You bob your head on his member, and he's loudly moaning your name and every pet name in the book.

"Ah, princess, you're good at this." His praise makes you blush, a stark contrast to his heinous taunts during school. You take in all of his kind words, even if they're mildly influenced by alcohol.

You feel him twitch in your mouth, and you promptly remove your lips from him before he can shoot his load down your throat. He groans in disappointment, but it's quickly replaced by groans when you lower yourself onto him. With your panties moved to the side, you ride him, taking his cock deep inside your heat. You position yourself just right so he hits your g-spot every time.

His hips raise and lower to meet your pace, and you're brought back to euphoria as you near your orgasm. He fills you up perfectly, and this does not go unnoticed by either of you. Your walls tighten around him, and his cock rhythmically shudders inside you. The stimulation proves to be too much for him as he grabs your waist and pulls you down onto him, holding you still as he releases inside you.

"Fuck, Y/n, you're such a good girl for your master." You stay still with him inside you for a moment, and you feel the cum drip out of you. He lifts you up and removes himself from you, who still has not reached your orgasm.

"I think you're forgetting something, master." You crawl up to him, lips colliding. He looks confused up to you, but he soon gets the hint. Changbin grabs your thighs and pulls you up to his face.

The feeling of embarrassment and shyness returns as he's faced with your dripping core above him. His tongue attacks your clit, causing you to grab the headboard of his bed and throw your head back in ecstasy. You moan for him loudly, transitioning between "master" and "Changbin", occasionally drifting to "daddy".

Changbin feels his dominance return as he takes control of your cunt. His tongue unabashedly fucks your pussy while his fingers play with your clit. You're moaning loudly for him, which you're sure is what he wants.

He's just about sure everyone at the party knows you're his. Regardless of the loud music and endless conversations going on downstairs, even the neighboring families can hear your moans, or at least, Changbin hopes so. You, the girl Changbin had long had thoughts of fucking and even dating, was yelling his name as he attacked your cunt with his mouth. It was something straight out of his dreams, and he did often dream of this.

"Cum on my face, princess. Let me taste your release." His hands doubled speed on your clit and his tongue trusted deeper into you. You were a mess for him, and he loved it. You came on his face, your juices dripping down onto his mouth.

You sat on his face, legs shaking, and Changbin pets your thighs while they rested around his head. You couldn't see, but Changbin was smiling wide, having just ruined the girl of his dreams.

You get off of him and lay by his side. You were skeptical of cuddling with him, but when his large arm moved around your shoulder to pull you in, all your doubts left your head. You cuddled into his chest, and he looked down onto you.

"I'm sorry." Changbin's hard exterior was long gone, and he was, for once, being genuine to you without any jokes or rude remarks.

"I know, you said that earlier."

"I mean it, though." You look up to face him, and the emotion in his eyes makes you hesitantly forgive him. "Stay with me tonight, please?"

You contemplate his words for a minute. The silence is painful to Changbin, his heart losing hope every second that passes. You look out the window, the party still going on outside.

"I'll stay, but first, let's go out and party."

"That's what I was hoping to hear."

Changbin stands up first and collects the disregarded clothing from the pile on the floor. He throws your dress to the corner of his room and hands you one of his shirts. Although you were the same height, his clothes were still larger than yours. He tosses you a pair of sweatpants as well.

You get dressed in his clothes and top it off with the converse you entered in and your denim jacket. He loved to see you in his clothes. You looked cuter than ever before.

"Well, shall we?" You take his hand, and the two of you walk downstairs and re-enter the party. You soon lose each other, both of you going different directions, but as the partygoers exit his house, you meet again.

"Round two?" He holds up two fingers and does a scissoring motion with them which makes you laugh.

"Sure, Binnie, round two." You had never called him his nickname before, but it felt natural. He blushed from your use of his nickname, and he swiftly picks you up and carries you up to his room again.

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mx-ishikawa · 3 years

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Like a fire in My Blood

(so uhhh obligatory Lupin self-insert fic!! this is a li’l backstory of how my S/I got involved with the squad that I’ve been working on for the past couple weeks, lmao. warnings for guns, canon-typical violence, and lots of swearing- y’all know me by now XD” enjoy!)

Tied up to a chair in an abandoned warehouse surrounded by gun-toting mobsters was not planned for my Saturday night. Then again, normalcy wasn’t very present in my life anymore.

“Now you’re gonna tell me one more time, sweetheart, where is that treasure?” the squatty man who I assumed was the leader growled, pointing the gun at my face. What the fuck.

“First of all, I am not as sweet as you think I am,” I spat- how the hell was I so snarky staring straight into the barrel of death itself??- “and second of all, I really have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about so quit insisting I do and let me go!” Surprisingly, he lowered the gun.

“You’re a terrible liar, my dear,” he snarled, going over to where my jacket that had been forcibly removed from my person for some reason was hung.

“Buddy, I was raised by an overprotective controlling helicopter mother, I may as well be a professional liar,” I retorted.

“Well then how the hell do you explain this?!”

I gasped as he pulled out the bright, shimmering green stone from my jacket pocket. FUCK.

“Oh THAT! Jesus Christ, I completely forgot I had that, goddamn!”

“Yeah, sure you did.”

“No, I’m dead serious, I actually forgot about that! Literally, if I had remembered that I would’a told you straight-up because that shit is not worth my life!”

“Well then, care to explain now?”

“Yeah okay so it’s like- I went down State Street, past the Cultural Center, then I kinda went through Millenium Park until I got to the Art Institute, then I took a left and once I got past Lakeshore Drive I hopped over to the left again and- that cluster of trees at the park entrance? It’s literally right there in the middle of them, hidden practically in plain sight! I was just trying to find some worms for composting and I find a shit-ton of emeralds instead, how crazy is that?” I laughed breathlessly.

It wasn’t a joke, no, every word I spoke was true. I was so shocked upon finding the stash of emeralds right there in the middle of Chicago that I immediately covered it back up and ran off-- but not before nicking one, if only as proof that the whole thing hadn’t been a weird fever dream. And possibly for future bragging rights, but other than that, material things like rare precious jewels meant nothing to me. The fact that these happened to be in my favorite color was just a cool bonus.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” the fat man sneered, huffing away at his fat cigar. “I’ll be taking this and the rest of the emeralds now.”

“Go ahead, I don’t need it or any of the others.” I would have waved my hand dismissively had it not been tied behind my back.

“I don’t understand though… what kind of woman would give up such riches so easily?”

I tried not to gag. I don’t mind being called a woman, but not with that kind of sexist implication. “Not the kind of woman you’re thinking of, that’s for goddamn sure.”

“Ah well. None of that matters in the end.” He paused to snap his fingers, and two of his biggest men approached with their guns. “Finish her off.”

“Whoa wait WHAT?! Why do you wanna kill me, I fuckin’ TOLD you where the emeralds are-?!”

“And I appreciate that, it’s just that I can’t have any witnesses, you know? It’s only business.” he gave a wicked sneer. The men cocked their guns.

“Fuck you and your business, I won’t tell anyone, I swear! You saw how honest I was, come on, please, I-!”

I screamed and screwed my eyes shut as a shot rang out. I braced myself for the worst. But it never came.

I finally opened my eyes when I heard a “what the hell?!” from among the mobsters. I gasped as I saw another, new person standing protectively in front of me. Someone who appeared to be wearing traditional Japanese attire, with long black hair and an even longer sword. Who was this person and what the hell happened?!

“FIRE!!” the leader yelled. In an instant, the stranger leaped up into the air and lifted their sword, twirling it around effortlessly as shots were fired at them. What were they do-

My thoughts were brought to a screeching halt as a bullet landed next to me. No, it was only half of a bullet. My eyes widened, looking back up at the stranger with the sword. No fucking way.

From that second, my eyes were transfixed on them. I watched them in shock as they sliced literal bullets clean in half with ease. When some of the men ran off, the stranger leapt forward with a low grunt and slashed their sword through the men’s guns. They gasped in shock and fright as their weapons broke clean in half seconds later. There seemed to be thousands of mobsters in this warehouse, but the sword-wielding stranger took everyone down with ease. Even when their sword was suddenly shot out of their hands, they nimbly avoided impact and took the mobsters down with what appeared to be heavily-practiced martial arts moves.

Now I’d seen my fair share of bloody fights since mingling with the underground scene in Chicago. Hell, even back in my tiny hometown I’d seen some shit. But never had I seen someone fight so gracefully. Every move they made was so smooth and poised that if I didn’t know any better I’d have thought they were dancing. They caught sight of their sword from across the room and leapt out of the fight to snatch it back. Every move they made with that thing was quick and clean-cut, deliberate and precise, effortlessly slashing anything that came their way. When seemingly every gun was destroyed or emptied of bullets, only a few brave unarmed mobsters remained, but with a few fluid flicks of the swordfighter’s wrist, all of their clothes were slashed off save for their boxers and tighty whities. Not exactly a sight for sore eyes, but it was enough to make even the leader of the mob run away screaming for their lives.

“Haha, take that ya old geezer!” someone yelled. I gasped and finally diverted my attention from the swordsman to find two more people were in the warehouse, someone with a red jacket and another with a black one. When the hell did they get here??

In that brief moment when I looked away, the graceful warrior had come behind where I was sitting, and before I could plead for them not to kill me, I was freed from the ropes that bound me. I pulled my arms forward and breathed heavily, trying to process what the FUCK just happened when a voice behind me spoke.

“Are you alright?”

Their voice was deep and strong, yet held no tone of aggression or danger. I turned to look at my savior and gasped. It was a handsome- no, beautiful- man. He was tall and slender, standing strong and proud. His pale skin glistened with a thin coating of sweat from all that movement, and I couldn’t help but notice that he wore his shirt in a way that exposed most of his chest. His hands were large and strong, but with long, nimble fingers. He had a narrow face and elegant features. High cheekbones, a defined jawline, a light rosy dusting on his cheeks, and intense, dark eyes. He looked to be stoic and serious, and if he hadn’t just saved my life I might have been intimidated by him.

“I… wow~... I mean! I’m… safe, thanks to you.”

“And us, too!” a voice from earlier retorted. I whipped my head around, it was the man in the red jacket. “It was a team effort, wasn’t just him ya know.”

“Jeez Lupin, give her a break,” the man in black said, “you weren’t the first one to make sure she wasn’t dead!”

“Well I think I deserve some credit too, Jigen!” the man in red- Lupin- whined.

“I uhh… well thank you everyone but… I didn’t actually see what you two did.

“What?!” Lupin gasped.

“Sorryyy! I just...” I turned back to the handsome swordsman, “you were the first one I saw show up so I guess I just kinda… focused on ya.”

The man called Jigen chuckled. “Hey Goemon, looks like you got an admirer!”

“Hey!” I felt my face heat up. “I just-!” I bashfully looked again to the swordsman- Goemon.

“Goemon… thank you, and your friends, for sa-” I cut myself off as realization clicked in my brain. “Wait a second…” Lupin. Jigen. Goemon. I’ve heard those names together before. “Wait just a minute, I know who you guys are!” Lupin let out a monkey-ish giggle.

“Took ya long enough to recognize me! No surprise though, I am pretty infamous~”

“So it’s safe to assume you’re after the same treasure those mobsters were, right?”

“Bingo,” Jigen said, tipping his hat ever so slightly.

“So, if you guys wanted to get there first… why did you save me?”

“Because unlike them, we do not want harm to come to innocent people,” Goemon nobly spoke. God, something about his voice… clear as a bell, soothing, and undeniably sexy. But his words put me at ease.

“Oh thank god… so, since you saved my life and all that, how ‘bout I make your lives easier by leading you to the emeralds?”

“Sounds good to me,” Jigen said, and the others agreed. They casually strolled out of the warehouse as if they hadn’t just fought off mobsters in that very space, off to their car parked in front. Lupin took the driver’s seat while Jigen got in the passenger side, leaving Goemon and me to sit in the back together.

“So,” Goemon spoke once we got moving. Was it just me or did his cheeks get pinker? “What is your name?”

I froze. Shit.

“Uhh… I… I kinda have a beef with my real name, but uh, you can just call me Light.”

“Light, huh?” Lupin piped up from the front. “Where’d ya get that alias from?”

“It’s a long story,” I chuckled.

Goemon shifted in his seat. “I like it.” Cue me blushing again.

“Y-you do?? I mean, thanks…” I scratched the back of my neck. His only response was a nod as he crossed his arms in front of his broad chest.

He was quiet for the rest of the ride, Lupin and Jigen making most of the conversation as I pointed out where to go. But I couldn’t stop looking over at Goemon. He looked so calm, so picturesque. I admired the way the wind wafted through his long locks and how his thick lashes rested against his rosy cheeks. And sometimes, when I glanced over at him, I found him looking right back at me. Like he wanted to say something to me, but didn’t. Something in his eyes made him look so soft. When I first looked at him, those eyes stared right through my soul and meant business, but now there was something much more tender behind them. Almost like… puppy eyes. I felt myself swallow thickly.

My thoughts were brought to a halt when Lupin parked the car on the side of the street. All we had to do was cross Lakeshore Drive and we were on our way to the treasure. Thankfully it was dark out and we’d be less noticed.

“Thank god there’s a bridge here,” Jigen said, puffing at his cigarette. “Because I am not crossing that son of a bitch.”

“Yeah my mom and I made that mistake the first time I was here, we were standing there waiting to get across for ages.”

“Wait, I thought you lived here?” Lupin inquired as we made our way across.

“I do now,” I clarified. “Didn’t always though. For most of my life I lived in this shitty small town about an hour and a half away from here. I’d visited here about six times, so naturally this was my first choice when I finally got the chance to get the fuck outta there. Haven’t been here for very long though, only like what, a couple months maybe?”

“So you were a small-town gal, eh?” Jigen exhaled another breath of smoke. I grimaced.

“Yeah, and I hated it.”

Once we got across the drive and to the site of the emeralds, Lupin started asking more questions.

“So Light, if you were the first person to find this treasure, how come you only took one and not the whole stash? Was it a strategic thing or-”

“Well actually, I found this shit completely by accident, so leaving all but one here was mostly out of shock. That, and I never really cared much for material shit.” Jigen sighed from next to me as he dug.

“Finally, a woman who doesn’t.”

My brows furrowed together. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Hey, if you’re talking about Fujiko again, you’d better can it!”

“Wait, who’s Fujiko??”

“A female affiliate of Lupin’s,” Goemon answered.

“A very unfaithful one at that,” Jigen scowled, “she’s not above stabbing us in the backs to get the loot we earned for herself.”

“Oh come on guys, she doesn’t always betray us!” Lupin whined.

“Makin’ excuses for your girlfriend again,” Jigen grumbled. I dared not make any further comment on this Fujiko thing; seemed like a personal problem. Once we finally uncovered the jewels, I helped load them into a large sack.

“Even if you do not care for material items such as these, it is only fair that you are given a share of them,” Goemon spoke.

“Yeah, we’ll split ‘em up evenly between the four of us!” Lupin smiled.

“Awww~. You know…” I began, “for a group of rag-tag thieves, you guys are pretty nice. Nicer than half the law-abiding citizens I’ve met in my lifetime.”

“Well, you know, it’s all in a day’s work!” Lupin chirped, before his voice suddenly dipped a bit lower. “And you know, you and I could work well together in other areas~”

Goemon bopped Lupin’s head with the hilt of his sword before I could think of a response. Did Lupin just flirt with me??

“Jesus Christ, Lupin, get ahold’a yourself,” Jigen scolded.

I wasn’t sure how to respond so I kept quiet until we were finished with our work, and almost immediately someone caught us.

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE LUPIN, YER UNDER ARREST!!” a loud, booming voice yelled. I looked over and saw a tall, stocky man who appeared to be dressed like a detective from the 1940s with a slew of police behind him.

“Oh shit, the feds!” I gasped as we took off.

“Sorry Pops, I got places to go!” Lupin snickered. We sprinted through the park- god I always hated running- until we got to a dock. The man known as “Pops” was hot on our trail, but the guys hopped into a boat and managed to start it up. I was the last to hop into the boat- but I tripped and dropped my bag of emeralds, which thankfully landed inside the boat with a clattering. I braced myself for an awkward landing but a pair of strong arms caught me. And just like that, the boat sped off so quickly that I had to brace myself against whoever was holding me. I heard “Pops” yelling in the distance, but my brain turned it into white noise when I looked up and saw that once again Goemon was my rescuer- and my hand was directly on his chest. My face flamed up like gasoline.

“Gwaaah!! Uhh-” I gasped as I embarrassedly scurried out of his grasp. “Thank you, sorry-!” I brushed my bangs out of my face, a nervous habit.

“Why are you apologizing?” Goemon asked. “There is nothing to be sorry for.”

“Yeah, you helped us get to the treasure!” Lupin said from the steering wheel.

“If anything, we should be the sorry ones because now you’re stuck with us and your home is back there,” Jigen chuckled.

“Eh, home is where the heart is,” I said. “And my heart always wants to travel but never gets to.”

“Ah, a free spirit, I see how it is,” Lupin giggled.

“Lord I was born a ramblin’ man~” Jigen softly sang, lighting a cigarette.

“Yeah… I hate staying in one place for too long. Unfortunately for me, I’ve only ever lived in two places my entire life, and we’re rowin’ this boat away from one of them. But hey, this was my first time being personally caught doing something illegal so I’ve been perfectly prepared to just abandon ship and take off at any time.”

“Wait, does this imply you were planning on this? I thought you said you found these gems by accident!” Lupin gasped. I had to laugh.

“Nono, I did! But that doesn’t mean I’m innocent~.”

“So what the hell is it you do?” Jigen asked.

“I’ve been involved in undercover transport of goods, it’s what I do for a living. And before you ask because I know you will, yes, some of those goods are drugs, but not all of it. Sometimes we assist in the trading of riches like these emeralds, and sometimes we get food and water or money for bills to those in need when their so-called government aid won’t. Yeah sure it’s illegal, but it ain’t a bad gig.”

“My ancestors would greatly honor the work you do,” Goemon calmly spoke. The compliment caught me off guard, but when I looked at him I could tell he was sincere.

“Aww shucks, it’s nothing,” I chuffed, scratching the mack of my neck.

“Please tell me your organization is named “The Robin Hood Project” or something like that,” Lupin laughed.

“Actually, we have no name to our services,” I clarified. “Gotta stay discreet.”

“A wise decision,” Goemon said.

“Sorry if we just got you out of a job,” Lupin apologized.

“Naw, this ain’t like no 9-5 gig, it pretty much runs on a ‘come whenever you’re available’ basis, they’ll understand if I’m away… might be surprised once they find out I got wrapped up with Lupin the Third, haha.”

“That’s my name, please wear it out!” the aforementioned thief giggled.

There was a brief moment of quiet before Goemon spoke once again, turning to me. “If you wish to go wherever the wind takes you, then it seems the wind is blowing in your favor tonight,” he nobly said.

“Sorry about him, he likes to get all prophetical and speak in metaphors and shit,” Jigen said.

“No I understand what he’s saying,” I said to Jigen, but I was looking more at Goemon. Was it just me or did he have a small smile on his face? I returned him a smile just in case. “Thanks again for, y’know saving me and everything. Thanks to everyone but… especially you.”

“Yep, she’s your admirer alright,” Lupin laughed.

“Shush up!!” Goemon and I somehow said in unison, before we exchanged shocked glances with each other.

“Jinx! You owe me a Coke!” I yelled excitedly.

“Uhhh…” Goemon averted his gaze and his eyes darted all over, looking confused. It was strange, seeing the man that took down an entire armed mob with nothing but a katana and his own fleetness look so innocent, but that only added to his charms. Oh no, he was way too cute.

“You don’t actually owe her a Coke man, it’s just a thing people say,” Jigen chuckled. Goemon sat forward and crossed his arms, looking slightly embarrassed.

“American expressions of speech remain a mystery to me,” he grumbled, cheeks flushing a deeper rosy pink. Yup, he’s way too adorable. My heart fluttered just looking at him. I was doomed. I was so doo-

“LUPIN YOU LITTLE WEASEL!! STOP THAT BOAT RIGHT NOW, YER UNDER ARREST!!!”

“That same guy again?!” I gasped as a blinding spotlight was cast on us from what I assumed was a police boat.

“Pops, you’re relentless!” Lupin yelled from the front of the boat.

“Sorry, we got places to go and shit to steal!” Jigen chuckled before promptly shooting out the spotlight. This time Goemon deliberately held me flush against him as we sped away from “Pops” for the second time and into the night.

#my writing #self ship #lupin iii #self insert #goemon ishikawa xiii #self shipping #self insert fic #self shipping community #arsene lupin iii #daisuke jigen #Pops appears but only briefly lmao #self ship fic #s/i fic #f/o: Goemon #pf/o: Lupin #pf/o: Jigen #just when I needed to be lucky

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Reinvent Yourself {Treebros}

(Sorry about the error in the first one! It won’t let me edit it at the moment)

Being a shapeshifter was convenient for a number of reasons.

Evan could pretend to be anyone but himself, well, as long as he didn't strain himself too hard (that was never fun). He could completely redesign his body and alter the features he hated so much.

Even if he'd grown up in the confides of a government lab, and he didn't exactly get a childhood, he deserved to have a little fun, damn it, and explore the world he barely knew. He was finally free, and could do whatever he wanted.

Well, nothing illegal, obviously. He also had to keep an eye out for any government agents looking for him. But that was besides the point.

After flashing an ID at the bouncer, he stepped inside the bar and immediately was met with quite possibly the most beautiful person there.

They had a long, well built figure, with oak brown hair that poured down to their shoulders. Around their waist was a leather jacket, and they were wearing a black tank top, accompanied with multiple rings on long fingers, and ripped jeans to tie the whole outfit together.

Immediately, Evan turned on his heel and ran out and into an alleyway. He had to impress the beautiful stranger, and well, he couldn't, being his actual, boring self. His boring, actual self, who had sandy blonde hair, green eyes and the right mixed with red, soft skin, a snake tattoo on his upper back, little to no muscle whatsoever, and sort of plump build.

Throwing off a drawstring bag he previously had around his shoulders, he quickly stripped naked so his clothes wouldn't rip. Once this was done, he shut his eyes, and tried to imagine himself changing into a more attractive person.

He imagined curly, brown hair, a large physique, skinny waist, and a sharp jawline. Yeah, that'd do. He could change into the opposite sex, but most times he preferred using a male form, but couldn't do an animal, but everything else was fair game.

Bones began to unhinge and rearrange, as muscles started to expand, as his size grew, hair curled to his will, his vocal cords deepened, as his body made snapping and twisting sounds (it was never pleasant to do, let alone listen to).

When he opened his eyes, he was an entirely different person. On the outside, at least, but he could fake it till he made it, he supposed. It would work for the time being, until he didn't have to pretend anymore.

He doubted that'd be anytime soon, though, but that was beside the point.

Evan pulled out his ID again and looked directly at it. What was special about it was that it scanned all of his new facial features, and printed it onto the photo, adding on other specifics, like his height and stuff.

He strode over to the bouncer with confidence in his step, after putting a different set of clothes on, showed him the new ID, and went inside to find the beautiful stranger.

The Beautiful Stranger was sitting on a stool, on their phone, and a class of water sitting in front of them. They moved a hand downwards, and moved the sleeve of their leather jacket, before grabbing the water and taking a sip.

Evan decided to take the initiative, slowly sitting next to them, sparing a glance at their features.

They were a lot stronger than Evan anticipated. While they didn't have a body builder physic, the discarded jacket left a full view of two defined and broad biceps that this person could use to easily pin Evan against a wall or something because he just wasn't that strong of a guy. Sure, he could make himself strong, but it wore him out faster.

He wanted to speak to Beautiful Stranger, but the bartender already came over, and was asking him what he wanted to drink.

"Just some water, please," Evan didn't put any thought into the order, he just wanted the bartender to leave him alone. He spared a glance at Beautiful Stranger, wanting to initiate a conversation somehow.

Maybe a compliment would do? He wouldn't know, he never flirted with anyone before.

"Your hair looks soft," as he let the words unintentionally tumble out of his mouth, he realized that was a really fucking weird thing to say to someone. It sounded weird, too, and he was probably freaking Beautiful Stranger out, now.

Beautiful Stranger turned their head towards Evan, surprised by the compliment, but they smiled, and it was small and kind and friendly and just really nice.

"Thank you," they nodded their head at Evan, in a friendly type of way.

Evan wasn't good at upholding conversations. He really preferred it when someone else upheld it for him, because coming up with questions and creating small talk just wasn't his forte. "Where— where do you get it styled?"

"Oh um, this is all natural, actually," Beautiful Stranger gestured to the wild curls. Evan internally decided he'd keep referring to them as them until he heard a name or other characteristics because he did not want to assume anything. "It's god awful to take care of. It just— does it's own thing— that's how curly it is, it's ridiculous. Back in high school my dad would always tell me to chop it if I complained, but I was as stubborn as a mule, I suppose."

"I can't say the same," Evan chuckled meekly. "My uh— I was never aloud to grow out my hair. They always c-chopped it if I tried growing it out." Back when he was still living in a lab, his primary caretaker, Doctor Sherman, didn't let Evan grow out his hair or change it in any way, shape, or form. Previously before, he didn't know why they wouldn't let him grow it out or dye it, but he knew it was just to keep his appearance consistent on his file. Now that he was free, he was growing out his natural hair to a mullet.

"Oh," Beautiful Stranger looked like they wanted to say more, but chose not to. "I'm sorry," they looked away from him.

And just like that, the conversation died.

Evan resisted the urge to sigh, instead drinking his water, slightly disappointed. He needed a new plan, so he paid and left the bar, going back to the alleyway.

If some friendly banter didn't work, maybe seduction would do the trick? While he didn't know what attracted Beautiful Stranger, he decided he'd settle on a tall, skinny girl, with long, black hair, and would wear a shiny, ruby red dress with flats. It'd be the easiest way to find out what exactly caught Beautiful Stranger's eye (and if Beautiful Stranger seemed uncomfortable, Evan would back off, because he would never want to do something like that to them).

He let his muscles shrink and become more femininely shaped, as fat faded away and gentle curves smoothed their way up his thighs and hips, and his bones shrank and rearranged, as his face become a softer shape (despite having a women's body, he still preferred being as a guy).

Evan once again showed the bouncer his ID as he entered, spotting Beautiful Stranger just where he left them. He strutted over to him, feigning confidence, and willing his hands not to shake.

He gave them a gentle shoulder stroke to catch their attention, and trailed his finger down their arm.

Beautiful Stranger shuddered at the touch, and looked at Evan, seeming to be surprised.

"Hey hot stuff," he purred, silently hoping he was coming off as seductive and not as a predator or anything. "You're looking very nice tonight."

They chuckled somewhat awkwardly, and gave a little smile. "Um.. thanks?"

"You come here often?" Evan leant against the counter, allowing a relaxed pose to take its place.

"Not really? Look, you're attractive, and I mean like, super attractive, you're so beautiful but..." Beautiful Stranger let out a sigh. "I've stopped doing one night stands, and I'm here with my sister, celebrating something kinda important. So if you're looking for a hookup, sorry, but I can't."

Evan was surprised by his honesty, but stood up straight, knowing he wasn't wanted anymore. "Alright, I get it. I'll be on my way."

"Thank you," They seemed relieved. As Evan made his way out, he could feel their eyes on them. They cleared their throat and said, "Is that a snake tattoo?"

Evan turned his head back, seeing some of his tattoo slip out. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, as the dress he wore was a bit revealing, especially in his backside. He just nodded.

"What's it mean?" Beautiful Stranger asked.

Ironically, Evan had never been the one who chosen that tattoo. Doctor Sherman chose where it went and what it was, and that was that. That was four years ago, and he was just twenty two, and while he could try to get it removed, it was a special tattoo that changed along with whatever form he took (the same went with his right red-green eye).

"Er— I guess it's a conception of judging something by it's appearance, but it being completely different," he just made all of that up, because what else was he supposed to say?

Beautiful Stranger hummed thoughtfully, before turning away from him.

Throughout the night, Evan tried using different forms and personalities in an attempt to impress Beautiful Stranger, but none seemed to work. They didn't seem to bat an eye at the different people he made, and whatever conversations they had were short and unimportant. Evan could only assume they just didn't like him. It was somehow, still, just him.

Evan entered the bar a final time that evening, wearing a basic blue button up, neat jeans that had little to no holes, and a grey jacket, as he swung his drawstring bag that was filled with his various outfits he'd used that night. Evan was tired, and quite frankly just wanted to drink and to drown his sorrows in them. In the back of his mind, he told himself to stay sober enough to rent a motel to pass out in (he didn't have an actual place to stay).

He sat down a couple of seats away from Beautiful Stranger. He just couldn't bear another rejection or let down. He wanted to be alone, probably for the first time all night, with whatever drink he'd buy.

"What'll it be?" The bartender from earlier approached him.

"I'd like some Rose Wine, p-please," Evan fidgeted with the hem on his jacket. "And put it on my tab?"

As he ordered, he couldn't help but feel a set of eyes on him, which was weird, because he wasn't remotely interesting to be watching. While granted, Evan was a shapeshifter, he tried to live his life as vanilla as possible, because that's what he missed, he never got to live normally, and he probably never will, because the government is still after him, and all he wants to do is meet his mom, who supposedly just 'gave him up', which he doesn't really buy, not at all, and go live in Canada, because he erased all files on him before he left, so they wouldn't be able to get him (or at least, he assumed). The only thing holding him back was the lack of money he had, and he'd need a job for a good solid few months, but he also couldn't stay on the streets, because that was unsanitary, and it was only going to get colder and colder each and every day.

"Bad day?" A familiar voice asked above him, settling into the seat beside his.

Evan didn't even want to raise his head to face them, so he just shrugged feebly. "Shitty night..." he said softly, and fuck, when did his eyes start watering? Doctor Sherman always called him sensitive, and told him he needed to mask and control his emotions. It wasn't like he could control his emotions, no matter how much he wanted to, because feelings were complicated and messy, and he just wanted them gone so he wouldn't have to deal with him.

"You um, wanna talk about it?" The stranger offered, and his curiosity got the better of him, as he raised his head from the counter top, and wow, okay, it was Beautiful Stranger sitting next to him, giving him a look of worry that could be compared to offering someone their condolences when a family/friend died, which was kind of baffling, because they hadn't really cared about him before, well, more like the different versions of him, actually, they'd never formally met like his true, god awful form, and yet he was getting more attention than any of his others did.

For obvious reasons, he couldn't tell him he was trying to talk to him all night, because he'd sound crazy, so he had to make something up. "Er— my b-boyfriend, he didn't like how anxious I was— or well, still am, actually— with like, everything, and I— I tried to change for him, but... nothing worked... so he b-broke it off with me..."

"So wait. You were trying to change yourself for some selfish asshole, while you have anxiety?" Beautiful Stranger looked pissed off, but not at him.

Evan nodded feebly, not saying anything. Really, what could he have said?

"You deserve better than him," Beautiful Stranger said firmly, shaking their head. "You're better off."

The bartender set down a cup of Rose Wine, and Evan suddenly remembered his plan. Taking the cup, he downed it and asked, "Why're you here?"

"Celebrating with my sis. I'm four years clean from cutting and two years clean from smoking weed," it was weird, because they seemed more eager to tell him about this than before in his other form.

"That— that's great," he smiled at them, because it was great, and it had to be a big achievement if they felt the need to celebrate it.

"It hasn't been easy, but it's worth it... What about you?" Again, there's hesitation in their voice, but they fight through it. It's kind of admirable.

In a way, Evan's addicted to shapeshifting. He absolutely loves being able to reinvent himself, despite the pain that rushes through his body, and it never fails to get his blood pumping.

But it's another thing he can't tell Beautiful Stranger. So, he says, "Lying. I hate conflict."

"But you aren't lying to me," Beautiful Stranger was smiling at him, and was he flirting? Evan couldn't tell.

"Or— or so you think," really, he was lying to them, but only about small stuff.

"If you were lying, you'd get defensive, and well, you aren't," Beautiful Stranger laughed slightly.

Evan sputtered, "I mean— well—I guess."

Beautiful Stranger squinted at him, and then smiled, "Wait, hold on, you have it too?"

"Have— have w-what too?" Evan was confused by what he meant.

"Your eye. It's got a little red in it," they clarified.

Evan's face flushed, and he looked away, covering it. Doctor Sherman could never find out where the red came from, and called it a 'scientific anomaly'. "Oh... sorry. It's weird, I know."

"Wait, no! I didn't mean it like that!" Beautiful Stranger rushed, and— that's their hand? It's so soft. "Just. Look at me?"

Evan sighed internally, but complied, and watched Beautiful Stranger brush their beautiful, long hair out of their face, revealing his left brown eye with a large amount of blue in it. He gasped, gazing at it.

"I wanted to say we both have Heterochromia," they chuckled awkwardly.

"Oh..." Evan said softly, trying hard not to stare at them. He knew from experience how awkward it was to have people staring at him, but he couldn't help it. They were just... so beautiful (hence the nickname), and Evan would stare at them for forever if he could, and fuck, their hand was still on top of his, and their gaze was directed at him and felt all too tingly in a sudden moment.

His thoughts were interrupted by the bartender coming by. "Want a refill?"

Evan nodded to them, and watched as the cup filled once more with the Rose Wine, taking it afterwards, and took another drink.

Beautiful Stranger grimaced, "Please tell me you didn't drive here."

Evan finished half of it before setting the cup down. The alcohol was really starting to set in. "Can't drive if I don't have a car," he shot finger guns at him somewhat awkwardly.

"So you walked," they assumed, "cause I don't think you'll be okay to go out on the streets like this."

"I'll be fine!" Evan laughed, and oh yeah, the alcohol was really hitting now. "I don't—" he hiccuped, probably from not having any water in between drinks. "I don't even know y-your— name!"

"It's Connor. Connor Murphy," Beautif— no, Connor Mur— no, beautiful Connor Murphy, smiled at him, and Evan decided it was safe to assume his pronouns were he/him unless told otherwise.

Evan slowly raised his arm so Connor could take his hand, but it probably looked weird, but everything was spinning and he'd rather not fall off of his stool and get a concussion. Never the less, Connor The Beautiful took his hand and shook it.

"I'm... beautiful," he whispered, not really used to calling Connor by his actual name. He was just so beautiful, he couldn't help it.

"While I won't deny that, I still need your name," Connor laughed, letting go of his hand. Evan just let it drop, sort of like it was weightless.

"Oh," Evan drank the rest of his second cup, and asked for a third. He laughed at the fuzziness gathering in his chest and said, "It's Evan."

Oh so beautiful Connor was smiling shyly at him. "Well Evan, maybe I can convince my sister to give you a ride home?"

It dawns on Evan that he kind of can't accept his offer. He'd love to, definitely, without a doubt, but he just have a home. His cup was filled once again, so he took another drink, trying to figure out how to tell Connor he couldn't without hurting his feelings.

"I— don't have one," well, congratulations Evan, for being brutally honest with this super hot stranger that he'd never see again.

Admitting to homelessness probably always sparked concerned, Evan reasoned to himself, as he saw Connor's expression melt into shock. "What? But where have you been staying?"

"Shelters, hotels, motels, and sometimes on a bench," he laughed dryly. He was painfully used to this routine by now, but it's not like he could leave.

"God, I'm so sorry for asking," Connor groaned, hiding his face in his hand.

Another drink went down the hatch. " 'm not mad or anyth'ng, you d'dn't know." He was forgetting to articulate his 'i's, he was aware, but did that really matter? No, he was drunk, and he could do whatever he wanted (well, he'd probably get in trouble, but that didn't matter to his drunken mind).

"Fuck, are you going to be okay?" Again, there was that look of worry, while Sober Evan would appreciated, Drunk Evan didn't want to be pitied.

" 'll be fine," he insisted, his cup becoming empty. "Just need a motel."

"Well when you're done, can I take you to one?" Connor took a moment to pause. "And I know it's weird, because we barely know each other, but I promise it's not out of pity, but because you're important."

'Important to the government? Yes. Important around here? No,' Evan thought to himself, but didn't actually say it. "Okay."

While Evan had a couple more drinks, Connor made some small talk. He talked about how hellous his high school years were, as he was at the bottom of the food chain, among with the relentless expectations from his parents didn't make life easier. He'd spiraled into depression, and struggled with it for the longest time, but eventually got a support system he could fall back on if needed be. He went into Graphic Design and was interning to design Buildboards with a company. In the spring, he'd graduate and start working there, while his sister majored in Astromony, and her girlfriend, Alana graduated early with to be a Paralegal (that was normal for her, because she always went the extra mile, he explained).

Once done, Connor talked to a blonde haired girl Evan could only assume was Zoe. With every passing moment, he could feel his legs wobble and he had to use the counter to stay upright. Connor noticed this, and coaxed Evan into grabbing onto his shoulder for balance, which was super nice, as he lead him out into his car.

It was embarrassing that he couldn't even get his seatbelt on without help, but all he could do was slump back against against the seat and mope. Connor was typing into his phone, looking for a nearby motel, most likely, and Evan couldn't help but feel just... so lucky. He knew guys like Connor weren't nearly as common as he'd like to believe, and just the fact he was doing this for him... Just was amazing.

Finding a motel didn't take nearly as long as he thought it would, much to Evan's disappointment. Was it wrong he wanted to be around him so much? He barely knew him, and yet there he was, wanting to see him again.

"Can you get inside okay?" Connor turned to him once the car was parked.

Really, Connor was just too sweet for his own good. Was he trying to leave Evan swooning hopelessly after him, cause he hoped not. "Yeah. It's just a few feet."

But just when he was about to step out of the car, Connor spoke up, "Can I have your number?"

Evan felt frozen in his spot, out of fear or anticipation, he couldn't tell.

"It's just— believe it or not, I've had a really nice time talking with you tonight, and I wanted to see you again," Holy fuck, that smile, it was like finding a diamond in the rough. So beautiful and rare, and aimed just at him.

Evan could feel himself fumbling for his phone, and handed it over, watching Connor take his out so he could take it. He silently typed in his number, seeing Connor smiling as he did the same, and they swapped back. He couldn't believe it. He'd gotten Connor's number.

And as he stumbled into the cheapest motel room he could find for the night, he felt like he finally did something right for once.

#deh #dear evan hansen #evan #evan hansen #connor #connor murphy #zoe #zoe murphy #alana #alana beck #shapeshifter evan #shapeshifter #meeting #bar

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givemestories-givemelife · 5 years

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NaruHina One Shot -First Kiss-

NARUHINA FLUFFY ONE SHOT

AN/ I wrote this seven years ago when I was 15, I just came across it again and decided to re-edit it.

I would really like to get back into writing again. I would like to prepare myself for a multi-chapter fic.

So if anyone has any writing prompts for me!! Please Babes let me know. I’m so down and up for a challenge. (Although I’d prefer for them to be romantic in some way and for them to be somewhat known characters so I can get a proper vibe for the personalities that way they’re not too ooc.)

Hinata stumbled slightly over a small rock as Naruto guided her with his hands covering her lavender eyes so she couldn’t see. Naruto steadied her with his left hand on her hip to keep her from falling, while keeping his other over her eyes. “Don’t peek.” He raised his voice a bit urgently not wanting her to see his surprise.

Hinata giggled a small blush staining her cheeks. “I can’t see anything with your hand c-covering my eyes Naruto.” She barely even stuttered, warmth lacing her every word. Ever since the young Kunoichi had become closer friends with the Uzumaki her stutter had been greatly improving, along with her confidence. She was delighted when Naruto interrupted her daily training routine at the Hyuga compound saying he had a surprise for her. Metaphorical butterflies nervously started fluttering in her stomach at the thought of Naruto taking the time to plan something special for her. Naruto smiled at the sound of her laughter. The tones as sweet as honey nectar. He laughed a bit sheepishly “Hehe, sorry I just really want this to be a surprise.” Hinata smiled. “I’m sure I will be very surprised.” She comforted while taking a few more steps forward before the blond behind her came to an abrupt stop forcing her to parrot his actions. “We’re here!” Naruto announced loudly removing his callused hand from her glowing pale orbs so she could finally see. Hinata’s smile widened when she was able to open her eyes, she looked around at her surroundings taking in the bright hues of sunlight saturating the familiar grounds. “The academy?” She inquired somewhat confused just as Naruto grabbed her by the shoulder’s spinning her around to face him. Hinata’s eyes widened at the movement and she started blushing madly at the sudden proximity of their faces.

He grinned and stepped out of her line of sight revealing the swing set he always sat on as a kid. With another swing set installed next to it with the words Hina-chan carved into the wooden seat. Hinata just stood there quietly looking at the new swing, and Naruto frowned taking it as a bad sign. “I know, its not really much and, well cheap so I under-” “I love it Naruto.” Hinata said quickly. She understood, she followed him around and would watch him when they were much younger. He spent most of his time sitting on this swing when they were in the academy. Hinata remembered how lonely he looked. Naruto was trying to share something from his past with her, and that made her heart flutter. Naruto grinned at the blushing girl. Scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Hehe, I’m glad.” He said a bit awkwardly before reaching out his hand towards her, expectantly. Hinata managed to blush even harder looking down at the hand that Naruto was waiting for her to take. She shyly reached for it, when their hands touched she could feel the heat spreading from her face down her neck. This wouldn’t be the first time they’d be holding hands, in fact Naruto was always the hands on type never truly understanding the concept of boundaries and personal space. He would drag her all over Konoha, not that she minds, she would dream about walking next to him holding hands. But no matter how many times they touched she always felt like it was the first time, her face would get redder, she would feel faint and just float to wherever Naruto was leading her. The blond led the beautiful girl towards her seat, he sat down and waited for Hinata to do the same. But first the Hyuga patiently traced her name carved in the wood with her fingers, she was wearing a beautiful gentle smile that caused heat to rush to Naruto’s face when her gaze trailed towards him. He swallowed nervously. “Thank you so much Naruto, Its wonderful.” She whispered while taking her seat next to him. They sat there in a calm silence, the birds were chirping and the sun was out in the middle of the sky, there was a light breeze that added perfectly to the moment. “I wanted to share this with you…” Naruto spoke grabbing Hinata attention. He smiled at her. “…This past year, Hinata, you’ve become one of my closest friends. I want to share everything with you.” Hinata’s heart was starting to race with every word Naruto spoke, even though there was a tinge of sadness at the word ‘friends’. Hinata’s blush just kept changing shades darker and darker until she resembled something close to a tomato. Naruto suddenly got very serious “I remember I would sit here almost everyday during lunch, after the teacher’s would yell at me, or the other kids would make fun of me… Or worse, ignore me… I was so-” “Alone.” Hinata finished his sentence. Naruto gave her a slightly confused look. “I-I would w-watch you… And follow you.” Hinata trailed off embarrassed. Naruto blinked a few times. Before all seriousness left his face and he barked out some very loud laughter. Hinata could only stare at the man she loved. What's so funny? Is he laughing at me?

“Hahahehahhh. I-I forgot that I had a stalker when I was y-younger.” Naruto joked not knowing that his statement was bringing tears to Hinata’s eyes. “I guess I wasn’t as lonely as I…” Naruto turned his head towards the Hyuga who had her head down staring at her lap in shame. “…Thought.” Naruto’s eyes widened in panic.

Did I just make my Hina-chan cry?

He moved his hand to hook his forefinger under her chin and gently stroked his thumb along her ivory jawline raising her head so she would look him in the eye. He used his thumb to wipe away some of her tears. “Hey don’t cry please don’t cry I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” “I-I’m sorry N-N-Naruto I-I d-din’t m-mean to b-be a c-creepy Sta-stalk-” Hinata tried to speak between small sobs, but was interrupted when Naruto leaned forward and gently placed his lips on her own. Naruto did nothing to further the kiss, Its meant to be simple and gentle, light and soft. This kiss wasn’t meant to be deepened, it doesn’t need it. There’s already so much emotion behind it. So much passion. Hinata should understand now. Naruto slowly pulled back, his eyes still closed. In contrast Hinata’s eyes were as wide as the sky above them looking at Naruto in pure shock. “N-N-Na-Na-ru-ru-Narut-to-kun?" Naruto opened his eyes, revealing his indomitable azure orbs. He opened his mouth to speak. But was interrupted by a loud crack. Both Hinata and Naruto snapped their heads up to see that the branch holding their swings was about to snap. Suddenly both highly trained Ninja ungracefully fell to the ground. Reflexes unable to keep up with the emotions swirling around their insides. Naruto on instinct moved quickly above Hinata shielding her from the large branch that landed on his back. Naruto couldn’t help but chuckle sheepishly a little at the situation. "Hehe. I guess the branch couldn’t take the extra weight.” The amusement slipped off his face as he internally cringed for not thinking before speaking.

Did I just call the girl I just kissed fat? “Sorry Hinata, I didn’t mean-” “Naruto… Y-you just K-k-ki-kissed me… Why?” Hinata asked looking up into brilliant blue eyes, wide eyed and completely flushed. Naruto smiled softly down at his Hina-chan and gently kissed her forehead before lowering his head down towards her ear, and whispered. “Because I love you Hinata.”

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boymeetsweevil · 6 years

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Cougar pt 2

Grouping: Reader x Taehyung

Word Count: ~4700, smut, some light angst, some fluff

Summary: All the moments since Tae asked you to be his girlfriend at the waffle house you dragged him to, and then forever after that...

pt 1

You always thought that dating a younger guy would mean that you'd constantly have to swallow your pride and spend all your free time mothering a man-child. But Taehyung surprised you constantly.

You weren’t expecting it, but he asked you to be his girlfriend the same day you brought him with you to brunch with Sunmi. He put his credit card down to pay for his pancakes and your Belgian waffle before you could even finish fishing your wallet out of your purse. You raised an intrigued eyebrow but he just grinned at you before reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear and popped the question.

From there, you were still a bit wary. He suggested that you start coming to his swim meets and you agreed, somewhat reluctantly.

“What if he just wants me there to be his cheerleader. You know I don’t do skirts because then I’d have to shave my legs.” You whined from your spot on your bed, Sunmi icing her calves beside you.

“You know he’s not like those other, smelly little boys running around on campus. He probably just wants a chance to be cool in front of you. Plus inviting your significant other to your sporting events is so common. I don’t know how you didn’t see this coming.” Shit, you thought, she has a point.

“But, what do you even do at a swim meet? You can’t cheer because everyone is underwater and can’t hear. You can’t see anything because its all underwater. I’m probably gonna have to talk to one of the freshmen girls there.”

“You make it sound so boring when you talk about it like that. Plus, I’ll be there too. You can talk to me.”

“You’re competing, dumbass. You’ll be under the water too.”

“Oh yeah.”

You come dressed with a splash of red to show your school pride and a small, understated sign with Taehyung’s name on it when the first meet finally rolls around.

Instead of being seated in the WAGs section, Taehyung comes from the locker rooms, looking unjustly attractive in a velour tracksuit, to walk you to a section where his friends are sitting. You’re not sure whether you’d rather talk to the little perky freshman in the other section or Taehyung’s stupid sophomore friends. You’re surprised to see Jin there and end up talking to him before the events begin.

You see Taehyung come and strip out of his tracksuit and reveal his tiny sports speedo. You blush and it doesn’t go unnoticed by his friends.

“He looks great in that banana hammock, doesn’t he?” Park Jimin nudges you roughly from his spot on the bleacher above yours. You turn to stare blankly at him.

“Have you always been this obnoxious or did it start once you developed banana hammock issues of your own?” Jungkook tosses his head back and laughs, slapping Jimin’s arm because he can’t handle the severity of the burn you just dealt.

Turning around, you watch as Taehyung gets up on his podium and gets into the starting position. The referee brings the whistle up to their mouth and you find yourself holding your breath. Who knew the free stroke could be so exciting. He finally emerges from the water after several suspenseful laps having stolen first place by a landslide. Your voice is hoarse and you probably look crazed but you run up to him as soon as he gets a towel from his coach and walks over to the fan section after pulling on his tracksuit bottoms.

“What did you think,” he asks when he finally reaches your section. He slings the towel around his neck and gazes down at you, feeling a little cocky,

“You were great. I’ve never seen anyone swim so fast. You’re so cool.” You feel a little shy all of the sudden. He steps closer and tugs lightly on the end of your bright red scarf.

“I’m glad you were entertained. I have a request for you, but you don’t have to do it.”

“What is it,” you whisper, slightly hypnotized by the way water drips down his jawline and neck.

“Will you wear my number?”

“Your number?” You watch as he pulls out a temporary tattoo from the pocket of his pants.

“The coach had these printed for us at the beginning of the season, but none of the guys will ever wear mine. I thought I would ask you.”

“So, I’m your second choice,” you pretend to be offended and offer what you hope is an attractive pout and your cheek so he can apply the tattoo.

“Of course not,” he says with a quiet fierceness that has you flushing. He steps closer to you and applies the tattoo, thumbs brushing gently over your skin.

“Tae! Your gonna rip a hole in your pants if you’re not careful. Why don’t you hop in and take a cool down lap, buddy?” The intimate moment you had is brutally murdered by the sound of Seokjin’s windshield wiper laugh. Tae seems to find some merit in Jin’s advice though and waddles to the locker room, leaving you confused and a bit breathless.

You go back to sit on the bleachers and lose your voice screaming during his other events: the butterfly, relay, and backstroke. He ties in the backstroke, but carries his heat in the relay and steals another win with his butterfly.

After the celebratory dinner with the team, you drive with Taehyung over to the senior apartments on the other side of campus. His eyes are wide as he takes in the cool looking dorms and the seniors casually going about their lives.

You swing your door open and introduce him to your suite with a small “this is where I sleep”. He looks around excitedly, happy to finally see what type of a place you call home. On your fireplace mantel are some pictures of you when you were younger, and he gravitates towards them immediately.

He picks up a picture of you when you were 6. You’re missing a few teeth but smiling widely in a long t-shirt that goes past your knees but doesn’t hide the swell of your baby fat.

“You were so precious,” he says with a large grin, holding the photo for you to see like you don’t already know what it looks like. You nod and smile softly.

He picks up a second photo from a more recent time, when you were 18 getting ready for your first college party as a college student. You’re decked out in way too much makeup and a dress that was so tight you skipped dinner for it. It makes you cringe but you don’t say anything.

“Wow,” he sighs to himself, “So you were one of those girls.” The silence breaks as you scoff.

“Excuse me? What does that mean?” You reach out to pinch his cheek and he giggles at the way you have to reach up to do it.

“I didn’t mean anything bad by it. You were just way out of my league, even as a freshman.”

“I don’t believe that for a second. What did you look like last year?”

You step back and watch as he pulls his wallet from his pocket and removes a polaroid from inside before reluctantly handing it to you. Taking the photo into your hands, you slowly look at the image before exploding.

“Oh my god,” you toss you head back and cackle loudly.

Taehyun looks smaller, so much so that you wonder if maybe the photo is older than a year. He stands in the doorway of what you suppose is his dorm, skinny arms wrapped around a beaming Park Jimin. He’s wearing a severely oversized t-shirt with holes cut into the collar and sleeves and almost too-large pants. His features seem more elven since they aren’t as filled out as they are now. But there’s something about the cheeky smile he gives the camera as he throws a peace sign up with his free hand and squeezes his eyes shut comically that has your heart stuttering a bit.

“I think you look sweet,” you say softly after looking at the picture for a while. You look up and find Taehyung marveling at your dreamy expression, a dark warmth swimming in his own gaze.

“Come here,” he says lowly, already reaching for you. He wraps his arms around you and whispers in your ear, “Would you have dated me then if I was there, huh? Freshman me and freshman you?”

You stiffen for a moment as you think about the actual answer. Recalling all the guys you messed around with freshman year, all of them so different from Taehyung.

“Honestly, my self esteem was in a different place back then. I don’t think we could have been a thing,” you admit after a moment or two. You feel him nod chin over your hair as he cuddles you.

“That’s fair. I probably wouldn’t have known what to do with you.”

“What does that mean,” you pull away slightly so you can look him in the eye.

“If this is who you would become? This you right now? There’s no way freshman me could have been what you deserved. I still thought it was funny when Jimin called girls skirts.”

You narrow your eyes.

“I don’t anymore, though!”

“Well,” you play with the hem of his jacket, “what do you think changed?”

“I think I had to deal with rejection a few times. And I had to have my ass handed to me a few times by some women who weren’t afraid to tell me when I wasn’t doing the right thing. I realized I did a lot of things that weren’t me because I didn’t like myself, but I’ve stopped doing them,” he pauses to leer down at you, “I also think putting on some muscle helped my chances with you.”

“Hmm. That may be true,” you lightly take his jaw in your grasp and turn it like you’re examining him closely, “You certainly look more sturdy. Like you can handle a little roughing up.”

“I can handle whatever you want me to. Within reason,” he says as he begins walking, to the door labeled with your name on it, both of you still entangled in one another.

“Within reason,” you agree.

Another worry you had about dating a younger guy was that you would have to deal a weird dominatrix fetish or someone who didn’t bother to learn your anatomy. You weren’t really looking to deal with either of those at the moment. Luckily for you, this was not Taehyung. And you found yourself deeply pleased with your choice of man as you ride him that very same evening.

The first time you slept together at the frat party, you were a bit buzzed and the details were pleasant but hazy. Now, though, you can see, hear, and feel everything. Which is good because Taehyung is responsive in the best way possible and you’re having a field day.

“Too much?” You still yourself on the upstroke when you see him screw his eyes shut and grit his teeth hard.

He merely groans and brings your hand to his hair, a silent request for you to pull on the soft, sandy strands. When you give his hair an experimental tug, you feel him throb inside you and you figure its okay to continue when he says your name like a mix between a plea and a prayer.

You’re close to climax some time later and rake your nails down his torso without thinking. His breathing is stuttered, so you just barely him mumble something and ask him to speak up as best as you can while you race to your peak.

“What was that?”

“I said,” he swallows hard, “I said, can you do that thing with your nails again.”

Your eyes widen but you happily oblige and his resulting whine is low and so pretty that you have to lean down to place a kiss on his pliant mouth. He takes that opportunity to flip the two of you.

“What are you doing,” you ask, breathless as he lifts one of your ankles to sling a leg over his shoulder. He repeats the gesture with the other leg and bends to plant a kiss on your inner thigh.

“I was about 2 seconds away from cumming and I want this to last longer.”

That’s all the answer you get before he licks a soft stripe up your slit and you find your back arching on its own accord. You thread your fingers through his hair and tug when you feel him flatten his tongue to press firmly and rub your clit.

You curse under your breath as your toes curl. There’s something almost electric about the waves of intense pleasure each lap of his tongue brings. He uses a finger to prod at your slightly swollen entrance and groans at how wet it feels.

“Get back up here,” you say when you almost can’t take his mouth anymore.

He lowers your legs carefully before sinking back in. You both groan at the new depth and the renewed slick feeling. His hands wander to your hips for purchase and he begins to slam his hips into yours, signaling to you that he’s close again.

The stretch and fullness are driving your insane and you tell him so. He curses and quickly brings a hand down to rub at the apex of your thighs in hopes that it will you closer to the edge with him.

It does. Your orgasm surprises you by ripping through you. You know you’re shaking and can just barely register the way your muscles clench around him before your vision goes white. A few stray tears leaks from the corners of your eyes when you start to gain control of your limbs again. Taehyung ruts against you a few more times before shivering above you. The strain in his arm muscles as he tries to maintain his balance is evident, but he relents and settles on top of you when he feels your hand wrap around him to press lightly on his back.

You figure dating someone younger isn’t that bad considering Taehyung’s age doesn’t really seem to have anything to do with his personality. But it also seems to have everything to do with it. There’s a strange agelessness to him that you admire. You envy his ability to maintain a childlike wonder and sense of adventure while also appreciating the more refined parts of life.

When you’re up to it. he takes you to local galleries for dates. The way he beams and points excitedly at an artist’s abstract use of paint or when he gets a Van Gogh t-shirt in the mail makes want to eat him up.

He comes to all your dance showcases and Sunmi sends you videos of him watching you with his mouth slightly agape and his eyes impossibly round as he tries to take in your every move. He brings signs and flowers and somehow manages to meet you backstage after every performance despite the fact that your instructor has banned audience members from coming behind the curtain and has a personal vendetta against him now.

You continue to go to swim meets, and even sit in the WAGs section a few times. You end up realizing you misjudged the freshman girls and end up befriending a girl named Lisa who cheers so cutely for her girlfriend Jenni that your heart skips watching her.

When graduation comes around, you’re nervous for some reason. Even though you have all your credits, even though you’ve finished your thesis, even though you have an almost guaranteed spot at several prestigious dance companies of your choice. You’re nervous. And you can’t figure out why it is that you’re nervous until they’re about to move onto calling the last names that start with L, and they didn’t call his name. You remember suddenly that you can’t just pack Taehyung up and take him with you when you leave.

You numbly accept your diploma, a smile frozen onto your face as you shake hands with the school president and various administrators. When the ceremony ends and you find your family, Taehyung is nowhere to be found and you burst into tears, surprising yourself. Your family, Lisa, and Sunmi think its because you’re graduating and Lisa and Sunmi begin to cry too, but that’s not it.

“What did I miss?”

Tae walks up to the scene and takes in the site of three crying women but furrows his brow at your wet face. He knows you. He knows you’re not the type to cry at things like your own graduation. He walks over and pulls you to him.

“What’s wrong,” he whispers.

“You can’t come with m-me,” you hiccup into the white starched collar of his button down. He stiffens when he realizes what your cryptic words mean.

“Sure I can. If you want me to, that is.”

You squeeze him tightly and sigh. You’ll miss the feeling of holding his broad frame on weekend mornings when he sleepily brushes his teeth at 11am. And you’ll miss seeing him do pushups in your line of sight under the guise of “just following coach’s orders” or him trying to paint you with his mini easel already set up, knowing you would say yes.

“Do you want to? You have two more years. You’ll meet lots of interesting people,” you mumble into his shirt, “Interesting women in your own year.”

“Hey,” he says and you try to bury yourself in him but he grabs you by the shoulders and holds you so you have to see him, “It’s my own parents’ fault for waiting two extra years to have me. I’ll finish my two years either way, but I want you to be in them however you’ll let me have you.”

Your breath hitches and you cry in his arms harder. But its different this time, its not as sad. Taehyung, smiles softly and strokes your hair while ignoring the now-confused looks on your friends’ and family’s faces.

Later that night, you look at Taehyung’s face as he naps off too much champagne. He’ll be going back to his side of campus because he has a final to take in the morning, but you want to keep him with you as long as you can.

Taking one more look, you vow to maintain your connection the best you can in the next two years, your own insecurities and shyness be damned.

“Tae, baby, wake up. You gotta go sleep in your own bed so you can be up for your test.”

The sense of deja vu you feel as you take in the rows and rows of filled seats on the campus commons is almost overwhelming. The spring weather is warm while you walk around, looking for your section. Its not until you see Kim Seokjin and Sunmi waving you over that you find your spot. You walk over carefully, trying not to let the grass ruin your heels. They’re white, to match your pastel dress, which isn’t too dressy but still is appropriate for the occasion.

“Wow, you’re not even going to say hi to me? It’s been almost 2 months since I last saw you, bitch.”

“Hi, Sunmi.” You hug her tightly and feel a swell of nostalgia at the site of your college best friend. Its a bit awkward trying to hug her from her seat on Kim Namjoon’s lap, but you suppose some things just don’t change. Although, maybe some things do change, you think as you eye the engagement ring on her left hand when she sits back down.

You’re about to ask her to show you the ring that you’ve only ever seen on Facebook when Jin hisses that the ceremony is about to begin. You turn in your seat to face the large stage you once walked across two years prior. As the graduating seniors collect their diplomas, you reflect on your time with Taehyung since your own graduation.

You managed to get signed to one of the dance companies of your choice after a not-too-stressful audition period. It wasn’t the one that you aspired to be signed to when you first started looking for programs, but this company allowed you to have more free time than other companies and that was what you valued most.

As a result, when you had some down time and weren’t training for upcoming shows, you would visit Taehyung or he would visit you. Your company was close enough to the school and your new, shared apartment that the commute was just a small price to pay.

Taehyung didn’t change too much. He had taken up sewing as stress relief when his biology major got to be more stressful than he liked. He also started to grow his hair out. It gave him a Parisian, flower-child kind of vibe, but you liked it. He still liked the same things, and you watched him settle more securely into his love of art and jazz and swimming and sewing. By the time his senior year rolled around, he bought a car and was paying for the groceries on the weekends that he stayed at your place. You could see him becoming more of a man every time you saw him.

You did try to make an effort to go see him from time to time. That meant stepping foot into college parties again, but it was surprisingly not traumatic. You were worried everyone would see you as some sad, aging woman trying to regain her youth when you stood in the same room with perky 20 year olds who could still drink beer without worrying about bloating. But Taehyung seemed to only have eyes for you, slinging his arm around your waist the minute you both entered the party and never leaving you to go hang out with his younger friends. You would come back from getting a drink and let him pull you into his lap and continue to talk about whatever game Jimin asked if he saw.

You still went to swim meets too. But instead of getting team dinners, Taehyung would bow his head politely to his coach and promise to catch up with his teammates before letting you spoil him with a more quiet dinner out. You would often spoil him again once you pulled into the parking garage of your apartment and managed to push his seat down far enough.

You snap out of your musings when you realize a student named Kim Dohee crossed the stage. The words that come out of the president’s mouth as she reads from the teleprompter have you holding your breath.

“Kim Taehyung”

You stand up without thinking and start to shout as you see your boyfriend cross the stage almost shyly. The roar of applause is particularly loud and it occurs to you that many people, including you, love Kim Taehyung. If you were less secure in your relationship with him, you would be jealous at the sight of so many people screaming just as loud for him as you did. However, it only brings you pride as you see how many lives he has touched positively.

The rest of the ceremony is a blur after you see him shake the president’s hand and grasp his diploma. He stops on the other edge of the stage to look into the crowd of people, searching for someone in particular, but you’re too busy blowing your nose into a wrinkled tissue from Sunmi’s purse to notice.

When the ceremony ends, he finds your group quickly after Jin texts him your location. You feel butterflies in your stomach as you watch him walk over. He removes his graduation cap and shakes out his hair, his robe billowing out behind him.

“Congratulations, pipsqueak,” Jin says as he pulls Taehyung in for a rough hug.

Sunmi goes in to peck him on the cheek before cooing at him how proud she is. Namjoon awkwardly pats him on the shoulder until Taehyung pulls him in for a real hug. When he turns to you, you feel shy suddenly.

“Long time no see,” he says coyly and steps closely in front of you.

“I just saw you two weeks ago.”

“And it was a great time,”he wiggles his eyeborws suggestively and you give him a blank stare.

“It’s a holy day and this is how you wanna act,” you reprimand him half-heartedly.

“It’s my graduation. And its not even a Sunday.”

“Well,” you smooth your hands over the lapels of his robe, “Its a very special occasion either way. Congratulations, Tae. How do you feel?”

“Good, I guess. Mostly, I feel ready to go. But I have to pack a bit more, come help me?”

“Hey,” Jin interjects, “I told you to be done packing yesterday and you said you were. I’m going to go to the buffet, so you have until I finish eating. I’m not driving you if you’re not ready in less than an hour.”

Sunmi helps Namjoon cool Jin down with promises of chicken tenders from every McDonalds they see on the drive while you allow Tae to walk you back to his room.

Up until today, everything about his frat house is familiar to you. His room, bare with the exception of a few boxes, seems alien to you now.

“I thought you said you needed help packing. You’re done,” you say as you swivel around the room to look for any stray belongings. You find none.

“Yeah, I might have told a tiny lie about that to get you away from the others,” he calls to you from inside the attached bathroom. “I have something for you.”

“Kim Taehyung, it is your graduation day. Why are you bringing me gifts?”

“I think this is just as much for me as it is for you, but I’ll let you be the judge.”

He comes out with his hands behind his back before revealing to you a small light teal cube. You inhale too quickly and choke, coughing dryly at the sight of a Tiffany box.

“Tae, oh my god, what is that.” He opens the box slowly to reveal a promise rin as he bends down onto one knee.

“I want to stay with you. For as long as I can. I remember two years ago you said you were worried I wouldn’t be able to. That we might part ways. But I’ll do everything in my power to make it so that doesn’t happen. And I think you feel the same.”

You nod slowly, tears streaming quietly down your face.

“Tae?” Your voice is cracking and watery-sounding.

“Will you stay with me. I know we’re probably too young for marriage but-” You jump on him, causing both of you to topple onto the ground, the ring box landing with a muted thud a few feet away.

You whisper your answer into his skin before punctuating it with a kiss dozens of times. He grins up at you, eyes shining slightly, as you cover him with kisses.

The door creaks open and you see 3 pairs of feet enter your peripheral vision but you don’t care as you continue to murmur sweet things into the crook of his neck.

“Jin, I think we missed it,” Namjoon says after a beat. You hear Sunmi practically hissing from behind the door.

“God, you couldn’t have waited 20 minutes to eat at that goddamn buffet? All you ate was fucking chicken tenders, and we literally said we would buy some for you any time you wanted as long as you let the plan go smoothly. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You’re both yelling right now, but I’m trying to take in the remainder of this beautiful moment between our friends because we couldn’t film it. I suggest you do that same,” Jin says placatingly.

The sound of Sunmi hitting Jin doesn’t distract you or Taehyung. He sits up, holding you in his lap, and fits the ring onto your finger. Its beautiful and you start bawling again.

“You know,” he whispers in your ear as Sunmi snaps at Jin to pull out his camera, “The only time I ever regret our age difference is when I think about the time we could have had together.”

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conditionalriverofabsolutelove · 6 years

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Keeping Me Steady

For the holidays, here is a sneak peek at the sequel to L'ombre de ton ombre, which is a Christmas story but isn't ready yet because I've been focussing more on Christmas knitting than Christmas writing.

I'd also like to say that none of this started out as a song!fic; Ne me quitte pas just came up on my shuffle when I was about half done with the first story, and then Amanda Palmer jumped on the bandwagon.

December was the height of summer in Australia. Sydney was unbelievably humid after the desiccating heat of the red sand desert, but the rain was wonderful. Credence removed the light summer hat he'd worn for most of the past year and tipped his head back, letting the fat drops splatter against his closed eyelids and dry lips.

Without having to look, he knew Graves had stopped too and was standing patiently by his side, waiting for him. His own hat was no doubt still in place, but neither of them had an umbrella. Rain was such a rarity, almost unheard during the long months they'd spent in Australia's desert Outback, despite the banks of clouds that occasionally rolled by overhead.

Gentle fingers brushed at a runnel of water trickling down Credence's jawline, and his heart tightened in his chest. Graves touched him like no one else ever had. Moreover, he didn't seem to care whether any of the people hurrying through the downpour past Ollie's shop noticed a minor impropriety.

"Percy." Credence opened his eyes and held Graves' gaze for a long moment. He had a sudden impulse to find out how the rain tasted on Graves' lips, but his own propriety held him back.

Here in the streets of Sydney, no one knew what they were. They walked among ordinary people who knew nothing about magic and would never guess that the two well-dressed men strolling along the sidewalk like it was sunshine pouring down on them and not rain were wizards, or that their finely-cut jackets concealed wands in secret inner pockets.

Sydney was so like New York (at least in comparison to the wild and alien desert) that Credence couldn't help but be aware of how much he'd changed. His new life had altered everything from his posture to his shoes. If people's eyes skated past him, it was because he blended into the crowd, not the snubbing aversion he'd inspired pushing hand-copied religious bills at indifferent passers-by. Even in a lavishly tailored suit, he was overshadowed by the more striking and confident Graves. Credence preferred it that way. He was more than happy to trail along unnoticed, his real, secret life unguessed at.

Because while he looked different now and the fine clothes had taken getting used to, the real changes had taken place inside of him. The most important one had happened in the instant he'd turned on Grindelwald, or Grindelwald had turned on him. It had been a long, awful moment when he'd come face to face with the horrible anger and power inside himself.

That anger was still there. It was a weight in his heart, on bad days a churning in his belly and a tension at the base of his skull that made him want to hunch his neck and curl around it until he was so dense he exploded outwards. But most days he could stand tall. The darkness wasn't the only thing inside him anymore. He had learned kindness and a type of magic he could control. He had tasted the hot, scouring desert sandstorms from the inside. Even now, the feeling of Graves' hands shivered on his skin. He had learned that he was stronger than the ugly snarl of fear and anger that lodged in his chest, strong enough to love. Strong enough to survive.

They had come into the city today from their camp far out in the unmapped desert at the heart of the continent to pick up supplies for the next month. This was the third time Credence had come along on the trip. Usually, they visited a few shops in the morning, gathering food staples and potions ingredients for Credence's continuing lessons. Graves had used to hurry back after eating lunch with Ollie and Sanna's family; but now Credence was coming with him, they'd started spending the afternoons exploring the city, and especially Sydney's magical library. Graves sniffed a little and said it wasn't a patch on the ones in New York, but Credence thought it was more than wonderful enough for him.

Today, though, it wasn't the library Credence was looking forward to. Last time they'd visited the city, Graves had given him a wallet full of strange money as well as a purse full of even stranger coins. It had made Credence very uncomfortable, and they'd had a fight about it. Graves had said that if Credence was going to share his bed, he was going to share everything, and they weren't so short on money that he had to dole it out by the sprink.

Credence had, eventually, faced up to the fact that money was the least of what Graves had given him. Refusing it wouldn't balance out all the other things Graves did, things Credence couldn't refuse and selfishly didn't want to.

Credence knew what Graves had sacrificed to bring him here, to keep him safe and teach him. His old life, his position, his friends, his family, as well as his own chance for revenge against the dark wizard Grindelwald who had captured, tortured, and impersonated him. Credence didn't like to think about it, because he couldn't imagine how he could deserve that kind of utter devotion from such a man, and a dreadful guilt still twisted in his stomach sometimes. He couldn't imagine what Graves could ever see in him to make it all worth it, but he had never seemed resentful. More than teach Credence magic, which was everything he wanted in the world, he had comforted Credence, and for some reason Credence would never understand, he'd taken him into his broken and battered heart.

Credence gave back what he could, but it was always little things. All he had was himself, which didn't seem like very much. But Christmas was coming up, and Credence had thought of a use for part of the ridiculous sum of money Graves had pressed on him, if only he could get a moment on his own at one of the shops they were going to visit today.

He was nervous and excited. The rain soaking his hair and collar was a refreshing novelty, not something to hide from. Credence could remember how storms in New York had sent him scurrying for cover, afraid of ruining his clothes and of how soaking would turn his stack of pamphlets into a dangerous, pulpy mess. But today, it was easy to set that aside.

They had only gone a block from Ollie's when a voice cut across the noise of splashing footsteps and rattle and rain-slick hiss of a passing trolley. "Percy!"

#L'ombre de ton ombre #fbawtft fic #credence barebone/original percival graves #Into The Void

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imnovampire · 7 years

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A Day in The Sex Life John Watson

7:02am Sunday

John exhaled rested his arms on the rim of the tub closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall, totally knackered. Steam rose in soft hypnotic curls from the soothing waters. He closed his eyes sighed and let his aching muscles slowly unwind. Who knew that five short years could make such a difference. John recognized that he was no longer a young man, and he certainly wasn’t hitting the gym by anyone’s standards but he was still reasonably active, his muscle tone was decent, and he had little to no belly fat. So why the hell did he feel like the dead?

“John.” There it was. The reason for everything. The reason his back was sore and his thighs felt like rubber. Everything. Because no matter how tied, or depleted, sick or half dead, his cock would always answer the call. The call of Sherlock’s liquid honey baritone. That deep rolling thunder, was a call to action that his body was powerless to resist. And John wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yes Love.” John opened his eyes and there stood his lover, gray silk dressing gown slouching off one shoulder the other leaning on the door frame, one never ending leg fully exposed. John felt the first tug, and drew in a deep breath through is teeth.

“You’ve been gone for ages.” Sherlock dropped his voice low, and let his slender fingers brush the trail of soft black hair on his milky thigh absently as he spoke.

“And you just can’t live without me. ”

“Well, actually, no I don’t think I can. You’ve ruined me.”

“It didn’t take much.”

“Oh don’t sell yourself short John, it took very much indeed.” Sherlock had worked his way over to the tub by this time and Johns body had fallen under Sherlock’s powerful spell and he was now fully erect, soothing waters be damned. Sherlock stepped into the tub, still wrapped in gray silk, his feet on either side of Johns hips. John watched Sherlocks movements, sure and graceful. Without a word Sherlock sank slowly down into the water and inch by inch seated himself firmly and fully onto Johns cock, Sherlock’s head fell back in shared extacy and water slouched over the edge of the tub in time with Sherlock’s rhythmic hip roll. John was sure he would die.

“Oh…ooh…oh fuucckk!” John white knuckled the rim of the claw foot tub.

John’s hips jutted up each time Sherlock’s arched forward, their breath rough and uneven both trembled at the doubly hot sensation. Sherlock moved fluidly on John’s cock and spoke absolute filth into his ear and the crook of his neck, while increasing wave after wave of insanely hot pleasure.

“I missed your cock inside me John.” Sherlock dragged the words along John’s neck. “Do you like it when I take all of you inside me John? Cum for me John. Cum inside me John pleeaassee!” The last of Sherlock’s breath a whisper hiss in John’s ear all as he road John to his own breath taking climax.

Sherlock dropped a few kisses on John’s face and parted lips then stepped out of the tub, with the same grace as he’d stepped in. He discarded his soaked dressing gown on the loo floor, and looked back at his handy work, John was taking big gulps of air and griping the rim of the tub trying to stay above water. Sherlock said over his shoulder with a smile in his voice to the rapidly sinking man.

“Do try not to drown John darling, I would hate to have to explain it to The Yard.” And with that his naked ass walked away.

John chuckled despite himself.

~~~

11:37am

John opened his eyes to the soft gray light and the sounds of a late sluggish London morning.

“Tea.” Sherlock dralled in a tone usually confined to the bedroom as he sat down a cup on the table in front of the sofa where John had been napping. John felt the familiar jolt low in his belly at the hit of wicked in Sherlocks voice.

“Christ Sherlock! How can you be that big and that quite all at once?” John failed suprise when in truth his body was conspiring against him and his mind seemed inclined to follow if his deviant thoughts where any indication.

“Good lord man, he offered you tea, not a blowjob. Although one of those would be nice. Sherlock did give the most spine tingling blow jobs.”

“Now I’m too quiet This morning you said I’d wake the dead.” Sherlock waved a hand in a dismissive gesture.

“What?” John snapped out if his thoughts.

“You believing I’m some how too loud. Or even loud at all. I don’t recall all this supposed noise you mentioned.”

“You’re just completely unaware of how noisy you can be.” John sat up sipping at his perfect cuppa.

Sherlock was in the kitchen only slightly bent over the table when John entered. It was the eye contact this time that was John’s undoing, changeable jewels saying all manner of roguish things. Well that and the pure sight of Sherlock standing there in his crisp white shirt cuffs rolled up, his hands splayed flat on the table one knee slightly bent and his bottom hugged in sinfully tailored black trousers. John took him right there on the table Bunsen burner and all. Pushing Sherlock down onto the table and grinding into his plush bottom, while John fumbled to undo the zipper that was keeping him from his desire.

“God, I could have you a million times and still be thirsty.” John rutted against Sherlock’s bottom Sherlock moaned in response, one hand gripped his hip the other finding its way into Sherlock’s paints to free his cock. Frustrated at the barrier of clothing, John spun Sherlock around and the race was on to see who could get naked fastest. It was Sherlock, who then hopped up on the table sending various beakers, Petri dishes, and droppers, clattering to the floor without a care. It was fast and hard from that point on and Sherlock screamed like the devil on fire and praised John’s name like angels on clouds as John drove into him and fisted Sherlock’s cock in time with each smack of their flesh coming together. Sherlock’s release sent more equipment flying to the floor and a stream of white hot cum over his belly and chest. John was not far behind after such a sight. His own release was guttural and powerful. Had it not been for Sherlock’s legs wrapped around his waist he would have collapsed. As it was he lay froward resting his head on Sherlock’s solar plexus struggling to breathe normally.

“And that my love is how the dead will rise.” John sat up and immediately cringed at the sticky cold feeling at his ear and the side of his face and chuckled. “Shower?” John shuttered as he pulled his body free from Sherlock’s heat.

“Yes please. But don’t you try anything.” Sherlock winked. John held out his hand and led Sherlock through the path of broken things on the floor to the shower.

4:48 pm

“Sherlock Holmes.” Sherlock answered his mobile knowing that it had to be a case if Lestrade were calling on a Sunday.

“I’ve got a body that your going to want to take a look at.” Lestrade offered.

~~~

Sherlock passed his mobile to John, and bent down close to the body of a middle aged woman who dispite the ice crystals forming on her skin had clearly been strangled to death.

Sherlock stood up swiftly. “Strangled then frozen. Obvious.”

“Would you believe we figured that part out?” Lestrade didn’t spare the sarcasm.

Sherlock opened his mouth to retort, John shook his head in the negative. Sherlock rolled his eyes violently. John suppressed a chuckle.

“Fine. Why am I here then Lestrade?” Sherlock tried not to sound annoyed.

Molly piped in before Greg could speak. “I…I think she has something in her left hand…I…I thought that you maybe able to tell who did this if we can remove it.” Molly smiled weakly up at an oblivious Sherlock. John noted this and felt horrible for the woman. They hadn’t really told anyone that their relationship had changed though to most it had been obvious, but John made a mental note to find a decent way to break it to Molly. “I have a heat lamp. Shouldn’t take more then forty five minutes. You could wait.” Her eyes twinkled a bit.

“Keep the temperature low, we don’t want to corrupt any evidence. John.” Sherlock walked out into one of the little used back corridors. John close behind. Lestrade went out the front saying he’d be back in an hour. Sherlock practically threw himself against the wall and huffed. John took his place next to him.

“What’s the trouble love?” John tangled his fingers at his side with Sherlock’s.

Sherlock brought both their hands up, and kissed the back of John’s. “They interrupted our Sunday.” He said with a lovely pout that affected John the same way everything about Sherlock did. Sherlock saw the almost imperceptible jerk of John’s breath and smiled in that dangerous way that made John’s blood rush south.

“Nooo Sherlo…” John’s words died when Sherlock crushed him against the wall with a hungry kiss, that trailed John’s jawline and back down to suck deep purple love bites into the crook of John’s neck, all the while Sherlock’s hands delved into John’s waistband tugging at his shirt, belt, button. “Sherlock you’re mad! We can’t. Molly is in the next room.”

“Then I suggest you do your best to keep quiet.” Sherlock covered John’s open panting mouth with his own in a scorching tangle of lips and tongue that left John dazed when Sherlock withdrew only to drop to his knees and wrap his perfect mouth around John’s cock.

“Sherlock dooonn’t.” John’s voice wobbled as Sherlock took him into his hot wanton mouth. “Oooh, God, Sherlock you’re a bad man. But so good. So so good. Ooh Fuuuck!” John cracked his head against the tile wall and didn’t know if it was the smack or Sherlock that was making him dizzy. He didn’t care. All he cared about was the sweet torture of Sherlock’s mouth. Hot,wet. Relentless. John found Sherlock’s rhythm and set his hips to meet it. Unable to keep his hands from Sherlock’s curls John clasped and unclasped his hands so as not to push too hard into Sherlock’s throat. His mistake came when he looked down to find Sherlock’s pupils blown impossibly wide staring right into him and Sherlock’s gorgeous mouth stretched around his cock. John’s fist tighten and his body bowed at the violent shutters of his release.

“Jesus Christ!” Molly, staggered back against the double doors she’d just come through as she was met with the sight of John’s tightly shut eyes and convulsing limbs bare bottom and thighs and his cock firmly down Sherlock’s throat.

Sherlock stood and cleared his throat. “Sorry Molly, we weren’t meant to get caught, it’s only been…? Oh forty five minutes. Sorry again, didn’t mean to offend.” Sherlock checked the corners of his mouth.

“Who said anything about being offended?! Johns cock is huge!” Molly exclaimed.

“Cheers Molly.” John said sluggishly eyes still closed his head lolled and his arms hung loosely at his sides as Sherlock, tucked him away.

~~~~

11:40 pm

John finished his nightly routine and came into the kitchen to collect Sherlock who had cleaned up their mess from earlier. John wrapped his arms around Sherlock’s shoulders and kissed his neck. “Time for bed love.” Sherlock tilted his to the left to give John better access. “Yes John.” Sherlock stood and was led from the kitchen by the man he loved for the second time today.

John stripped down to his paints and climbed under the covers. He always enjoyed this part of the evening, watching Sherlock across the room slink out of his dressing gown, cast off his tattered t-shirt and last but not least, slip off his pajama paints and walk naked to bed preening ever so slightly under John’s gaze.

“Can I interest you in something?” Sherlock purred into Johns neck when he crawled under the covers next to him.

“The flesh is always willing.” John smiled. It was all the invitation Sherlock needed. He straddled John in one fluid beautiful move. “But maybe I could just lay here and you do the heavy lifting.” Sherlock tilted his head in question. “You once told me that you were no shrinking violet or some milksop afraid of a little pain, the same is true for me. I accepted you’re offer that night, now accept mine.” Sherlock put his hands gently on John’s face, and tried to cover him in a million kisses. Kisses that began as sweet and loving that rapidly turned into passionate and descending. John pressed a bottle of lube into Sherlock’s palm, Sherlock cupped his hand squeezed the bottle and made a fist until the lube made a squishing sound in his hand. First gliding up and down John’s shaft, then cupping his bollocks, and finally reaching the sensitive ring of muscles and slowly advancing inside. John arched sharply and sucked breath through his teeth. Sherlock made to stop.

“No. It’s fine. I’m fine.” Sherlock could see the truth in John’s eyes. He pushed deeper, his long fingers finding John’s prostate with ease. John huffed and panted with a desperation he hadn’t expected. “Jesus Sherlock!” And then there was pain that canceled out everything else. John held his breath and Sherlock made to withdraw. “No.” John put his hands on Sherlock’s bottom and pushed him forward they both jerked sharply as John’s prostate was reached again. Sherlock slid his arms up under John’s shoulders and buried his face in John’s neck. The friction of Sherlock’s body pressed into John’s cock coupled with the slick glide of his cock inside him was a combination of sweet beautiful painful madness, that rocketed John to breathless release. Sherlock’s whole body trembled and jerked sporadically spilling into John with a near howl.

Damp curls clung to the side of John’s face as held tight a still shaking Sherlock. John kissed his neck, his shoulder.

“What’s wrong love?” John’s voice was soft and always a soothing balm. Sherlock raised his head and changed positions to better see this man he loved so dearly. This man who continued to astound him in ways he never anticipated.

“For you to give yourself to me like this…it’s everything.” Sherlock’s eyes sparkled with unshed tears of thanks and a love that would outlast time.

John sat up a little and Sherlock lay in the crook of John’s arm and looked up at him. “You beautiful idiot. I have always been all yours. If this is what you want…”

“No!” Sherlock’s answer was immediate. “I mean this was nice, but…I need you. I want you. Not in this way.”

“Always your way love. But I swear you’re going to be the death of me. Can we please sleep now?”

“Soon.” Sherlock rolled away and went to the loo. “We have a busy day tomorrow.” Sherlocks tone was playful. He came back with a warm cloth for John.

“Busy day?” John asked sleepily, tossing the cloth to the floor

“Oh yes. More of the same.” Sherlock was bubbly and wicked as his draped his limbs over John’s body.

“Jesus, I’m a dead man.” John yawned the words as he tightened his arms around Sherlock and drifted off, his last thoughts being “At least I’ll die happy.”

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legend-waitforit-harry · 7 years

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The Only One part 6

I DID IT! Quick thanks to @twistofpayne for the editing and everyone who has stick around. Thanks a lot, you’ve motivated me to go on. I’m sorry it took so long, it’s not even worth it. And I’m even more sorry ‘cause I can’t promise the next part will come any time soon. But I hope you like it anyway. Here are the rest. Happy reading!

Disclaimer:This has little to no relevance with the mythology so please don’t use it for educational purposes.

Also as I said, I have not done an in depth research so if I’m making a major mistake feel free to point out.

“Will you believe if I said no?”

Will you?….Will I?

The words haunted you. The green dull eyes coupled with the sad drooping smile ghosted in front of your eyes.

Lying down is of no avail, as sleep has betrayed you. You have washed away the sadness of the souls from your tour but couldn’t drain out the heaviness settling in your chest. It feels like knots, a certain uneasiness. Your mind blank but running wild. This isn’t sadness you know, neither is it anger. This is… This is… You don’t know. But what you know is, it’s not any good.

“Are you asleep?”

You blink to adjust to the light as you sit up, “Not anymore.” Your eyes fall on the pale face, always adorned with that gracious smile, even when tired. Her face framed with stray hairs but that doesn’t change just how beautiful Nyx looks.

“Where have you been?” You don’t mean to sound so cold, but you surely do sound so. And she immediately drops her head at that, like she would to him, and in the back of your mind you think, maybe she didn’t really get over the whole status thing.

“I apologize. Work has kept me up.” You frown at the near submissive behavior. You were angry, sure, but you’d rather scold her as a friend than as a superior.

“That’s two times you ditched me. Don’t you have any pity on a cripple?” You smile lifting your leg trying to break the tension. But when you look at her face she frowns, looking at you with confusion for a second before realisation washes over her face, cracking a smile.

You sigh seeing her ease again but curiosity gets to you when you ask, “What’s with the nights getting longer anyway?”

She waves her hand trying to dismiss the subject, too quickly for your liking. “Nothing. Just Helios can’t do his work without me babysitting him. That’s all.”

You feel a suspicious tinge though you let it pass for another time as you plan on your next move.

“I want to know something.”

Her face crumbles ready to defend like always. “Kore, don’t start on that again. You know I can’t tell you anything about why you’re he-”

“No. Not that.” You interrupt her rant making her look at you with a questioning gaze, nodding for you to proceed.

“I want to know about him. I want to know Harry.”

***

After a lot of persuasion, when she at last narrated the story of the Unseen, the restlessness, contrary to your believe, amplified. She was quick to excuse herself after finishing, leaving you to your thoughts. Which strangely carried you into the dark hallways.

Her words are playing in your head in loops, the images floating in your head. You were still stuck in the moment when she licked her lips and cleared her throat before starting quitely-

“You know about Titanomachy, the War of the Titans, right?… It was fought against the Titans and the Olympians and…” You shake your head interrupting her with your hand squeezing her knee, making her look at you.

“I know that story. What after that?” You asked restlessly. But soon realise you’re being rash and remove your hand with a quite “I’m sorry”

She nods and continues, “Then you must know it was Zeus who defeated the Titan, Kronos. But he wasn’t alone at that. All the children were fighting against the Titan. And although it was Zeus who hit the last strike, everyone’s hands were drenched with their father’s blood. His blood and sins.” She stopped and looked at you. You didn’t even notice how intently you were listening, with mouth agape and breathe held in.

“Like any war, this too had its repercussions. All involved were deeply affected. Her Majesty couldn’t look at her children without feeling the guilt of letting them go through whatever they had to, combined with the sorrow of losing her husband in the hands of her own children. And the children… They just had their own way to cope up with it.

The war tore them inside out. Poseidon shielded himself with his rage, Hera, her insecurities. Your mother devoted her life to right her father’s wrong doings and serve the humanity where Zeus just became… Well, Zeus. And then, the eldest one. No one remembers how he used to be, though some say he was this funny cheeky boy, who loved his siblings and mother to the world’s end. A bit scatterbrained but had a good head on his shoulders.

But nobody ever knew him to be that way because everyone only got to see the one who rose out of the war, the cold one, the feared one. And that’s how Harry became Hades, the Lord of the Dead.”

You find yourself at the threshold of the familiar golden door, staring up at it’s carvings as the knots in your belly tightens. You don’t even know why you’re here. You turn around walk a few steps before turning around and storming to the door again. The door stared down at you, mocking you as you turn to walk away again before looking back, staring at the door. This is not happening.

You stand there looking at the door and then the hallway, back at the door and then the hallway. Thoughts running wild with a fluttering heart as you indecisively stand there looking both ways trying to sort out your needs. But when again you turn back to walk away, you are met with a wall as you tumble back, your limbs falling into a pile with the shooting pain spreading from your wounded leg.

“You’re really clumsy to be a God. How will you survive eternity?”

You look up at the source, knowing well what you’re about to see. You turn your contorted face, moaning in pain to meet the hooded green eyes staring down at you. “What are you, made of brick?” You scowl at him.

He rolls his eyes but offers you a hand, which you obviously do not take. Though standing up turns out to be more pain staking than you assumed and fall back on your bottom howling in pain. Two arms scoops you up before you can protest and you are met with the soft material of his robe brushing against your side as your arm loops over his neck.

Looking up, you expect to meet a smug grin and sharp eyes, though all you get are lips pressed in a tight line and soft eyes grazing over your face gauging your expression. You don’t know if you are relieved for the change or disappointed, but those thoughts leaves your mind soon when you start registering the warm huge hands splayed on your skin, holding you close to his warm hard chest. And if your hands couldn’t feel it for themselves, you’d have never believed that his heart was beating as fast as yours do in his presence.

He starts moving but you don’t mind to look where, eyes flitting over the perfect face which you’ve come to learn so well, the sharp jawline inches from your eyes, the smooth skin stretching over the curve of his neck taunting you. You’ve never been this close to him and you think you can get used to this.

The abrupt stop and landing on the hard table jolts you out of your thought, accompanied with a whine as you hit your leg on the table. The pain has evidently reduced but you don’t have the heart to say it out loud. Looking around, you find yourself hoisted on his table, surrounded by scrolls and fat black books which you don’t have to open to know are death records.

“May I know why you were guarding my study?” He interrupts your observations. His back facing you as he was looking over some shelves full of similar books.

With wide eyes and open mouth you stare at his back before dropping your eyes on the ground looking for an answer, only if you knew why were here. “Um… I… Never thanked you”

There is only a hum resounding as a response from him. You feel disheartened at his ignorance but sigh in relief. “You know, for letting me go outside.” You continue, half believing that he isn’t even listening to you. “It was good to be out there, you know. Seeing around the place I’ve been in for so long.”

He turns suddenly facing you at the last words, his brow raised on his forehead. You realise what you must have sounded like. In no way did you mean to bring up the part where you were locked, you’ve come a long way from that. But your tone and words said otherwise. Green eyes gaze at your face, picking on your nervousness, only making you more fidgety.

“Then thank me.” A tone of authority reflects in his voice. You look up at him, your eyes searching for any traces of anger though he didn’t give away anything. “Huh?” You asked confused.

“You came here to thank me, so thank me.” He stated in his phlegmatic tone, leaning in to you, his breathe fanning your face as you look at your hand resting on your lap.

Clearing your throat, you make a crown of small campanullas. He looks down at your lap, his curls tickling your forehead from the closeness before he pulls away, his eyes fixed at the floral crown in your hands. You lift it up hesitantly, looking at him with timid eyes.

To your surprise he bows in front of you without a word, letting you place it. You cannot help but smile, seeing him with a floral crown instead of his helm of darkness, the two extreme ends of the spectrum. “Pretty”

He frowns but you can see the mischievous glint in his eyes, though you don’t know if you should be happy or worried. “I’d expect something more along the line of handsome, but oh well” he shrugs.

A smile stretches on your lips,the knots in your belly unknotting as the tension in the room evaporates. You didn’t know that you wanted for things to get better with him. But now you know you didn’t want that, you needed that.

“ ’S pretty. Deal with it.” You retort making his smile drop and there is a flash of fear running through you.

“Then I’ll have to make sure not to step out with this.”

Despite yourself, you burst out laughing at the picture of the Lord of Underworld walking around like that. Yeah, maybe that won’t really be the best idea.

You swing your legs hanging off the table as you watch Harry assort through his collection. Seeing the muscles at his back flex under his robe as he runs a hand down his face before pulling on his bottom lip. You can clearly picture the frown settling on his brows though he is not facing you, and the thought that you know it so well warms you up.

“Are yeh done ogling me?” His voice startles you, making you aware of your surroundings, from which you were apparently slipping away.

“I’m not-” you’re about to yell in offense but sigh calming yourself, “I’m not ogling. I was just thinking.”

This piques his interest as he turns around leaning on the shelf behind him. There is a smirk playing on his lips and you know he doesn’t believe you a bit, but this time you do have a proper answer.

“I want to believe you, Harry.”

The smirk falls from his face, his eyes locking in yours. You know that he understood what you meant but you don’t wait for him to say anything.

“I want to trust you, but I can’t. Not with all the secrets and games.” You stare at him but he doesn’t flinch. His face only hardens as he looks down at you. “I want answers” the last part merely above a whisper.

Silence envelopes you and again the uneasiness burdening in your chest. You doubt if this was the right time, but you know there is no good time for this.

“What do you want to know?” The reluctance in his voice is clear but that doesn’t keep you from rejoicing.

“Everything!”

He looks at you for a while. His face illegible, eyes studying yours. You try hard to maintain your demeanor though you don’t know how long you can hold your ground.

“Alright then.” He says before turning back to his work. You feel like the air from your lungs has been sucked out. Alright then? Didn’t you just ask him the answer to all the mystery and he didn’t even question you?

“Harry, are you listening?” You inquire, your voice distant, laced with shock.

“Yeah, I am”

“And you agree? You’ll answer me?”

“Why not?” You can feel your heart stop. The thought of this being another trick crosses your mind though you cannot apprehend that right now.

“You’ll let me in?”

“You’ll let me in?” He repeats your question to you and you freeze. He turns around, his green eyes gives a cold look. You didn’t expect this.

“I will let you in if you let me in, yeah?”

You shake your head. Another trick it is, then. Everything in you screams for you to reject it. You know you should run out of here right now, look away and cover your ears. Just get away from him.

“Deal” you nod as the all too familiar smirk makes its appearance.

“Deal.”

#the only one #i didn't really proofread #and i might have posted before the time i promised to #yayy #hades!harry #harry styles fanfic #harry as hades #harry as greek god #my writing

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