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binxyu · 3 years

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Jungkook was meant to be just a guilty pleasure. Not your guilty pleasure, but a guilty pleasure. You knew never to fall in love with a man that thought loyalty was showing up on time. He was everything you never needed, but here you were. Your fingers pressed on the trigger that would start the flame of pain.

>>Pairing: Jeon Jungkook (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | fuckboy!jk x witch!reader

>>Word Count: 7.5k

>>Genre: Mini Series / Smut & Angst

>>Warnings/Kinks: Arguments, breast play, creampie, cum play, disloyalty, degrading, exhibitionism, fingering, hair pulling, marking, oral (receiving), praise, unprotected sex, and witchcraft

Jungkook was too beautiful for his own good.

From his pouty lips and sharp jaw line to his starry eyes. The man was perfection.

Even you had fallen for him, a woman that stopped believing in love.

But, all you could do now was remember the times you had together as the fire slowly burns in front of you.

As your love for Jeon Jungkook disappeared into nothingness.

Your fingers typed away at the keyboard, writing the second of three essays you had due. It was nearing the end of the semester and, while you were ecstatic at the mere thought of summer vacation, the stress of exams was looming over you.

“Can you look over this paragraph for me?”, you peeked up over your laptop and nodded, moving your own device out of the way to make room for Namjoon’s. Kim Namjoon was a journalist in the making, a man that knew exactly how to put events into words. He was quite different from you, but study sessions together were always eventful. You were the perfect person to correct his grammar mistakes or to help add detail to his work and he was the perfect person to help explain a certain historical detail you may have missed.

Studying religions was what you had decided was your interest considering your unique practice. You enjoyed learning about the beliefs of people centuries ago but the facts could get scrambled in your brain and that’s where Namjoon came in. He almost seemed to have a never ending timeline in his brain.

“I’d add more emphasize on Jungkook. He did beat the record after all”, you quickly realized when you read the paragraph that he was writing for the school paper again. Despite your attempts to persuade the man that he could do much better with his time, he continued to write for it.

“That’s true. Wait, how did you know about that?”, you let out an amicable chuckle. Of course Namjoon would assume you did not know. Just because you despised sports did not mean you were deaf. The whole school had been talking about the student since the track meet. While you couldn’t remember the exact record he beat, it was still a record.

“People talk”, you shrugged and Namjoon nodded. It was peaceful for a moment as you went back to typing, managing to push aside your emerging migraine. Your body was begging for a good nap, but you had to get this done. You were, among less appealing qualities, a hard worker. Perhaps it was due to the pressure put on you as a child or maybe it was because that diploma was just out of reach. Either way, nothing was going to get in the way of your future.

And, like the biggest fuck you from the universe, Jeon Jungkook walks in.

Yet, you hadn’t realized and kept typing until Namjoon cursed loudly, drawing you out of your world.

“Are you okay?”, your voice was soft before your eyes met the issue. Oh, poor clumsy Namjoon.

He had spilt his coffee all over his shirt, staining the freshly new white blouse he had worn. You couldn’t help but laugh as you dug in your bag for a napkin.

“Don’t bother, it’s too much for a napkin. I’ll go to the restroom. Be right back”, you gave him a brief nod and a thumbs up. Still, you got up with your little pack of napkins and tried to clean up the remaining coffee staining into the table. The librarian is sure to kill you both if it does end up staining the wood. Standing back to examine your work, you almost screamed.

Standing by your laptop was a tall figure with the most sinister smirk you’ve ever seen.

Jeon fucking Jungkook spilt your coffee all over your notes and laptop.

Your mouth hung open for a moment before fury overtook the shock. You stomped up to the broadly built man and yes you didn’t believe in violence as a solution but all you wanted to do was slap the smirk right off his gorgeous face.

“Why did you do that?”, you also wanted to yell but the librarian was already eyeing the table and you couldn’t draw attention to the mess.

“Because I like to watch you suffer, sourpuss”, how have you not killed the man in front of you? You had no idea. Because that name infuriated you.

You knew it was the student’s way of messing with you, wanting to strike that minuscule nerve inside of you. No one else believed you could get angry but Jungkook knew you could. Mostly because he had caused that anger.

“And why is that? Because Jimin told you another lie about me?”, Jeon Jungkook was so impossibly similar to Park Jimin that it was uncanny who he had learned his traits from. Truth be told, you had the smallest crush on the man in front of you during freshmen year. He was so affectionate, caring, and friendly back then.

But, instead of ending up with the sweet heartthrob, you had ended up with Jimin for that year and the next.

Starting out, he was simply a popular boy and loved you with his whole heart. But, time went by and his true colors shun through like the sunlight through your irritatingly useless blinds. He was a playboy. An awfully good one at that for you to have never noticed the extra pairs of undergarments that laid on his floor when you slept over at his dorm.

He cheated, but he blamed it all on you and even Jeon Jungkook hates your guts because you were sure Jimin had told him exactly what he had told most of your friends. That you had broken his heart with your “horrifying” witchcraft and that you were dangerous. It explained why so many students asked to see your devil shrine the next day or tried to barge into your dorm to look at what Jimin talked about.

The most ironic thing was that you had never used magick around the man and you barely used it to begin with. You supposed it was for good reason considering that happened the first time you told someone about it.

“Jimin doesn’t lie. He’s never lied to me and I’m sure you’re well aware of what you did”, his finger jabbed harshly above your breast, just slightly lower than your collarbone. Among many things, Jungkook was dense and forgetful. You noticed that quickly when you started spotted reminders written on his fingers or palm. Just like the little note saying “library 7pm” was written on the finger jabbing you.

Unless the track star had another reason to be in the library he never visited, he wrote that down just to catch you in time.

“Tell me, Jeon. What did I do?”, you tilted your head and moved away from him, realizing the coffee was now leaking onto the floor. You desperately wished Namjoon would hurry up and get back to help you.

“You broke his heart. Using magick or something”, you bit your lips in annoyance and turned around to face him.

“Or something? Jungkook, I never did anything to Jimin. I know you won’t believe it because you look up to him like some god, but he cheated on me. He broke my heart”, you jabbed back, hitting the same spot he hit you, “and, if you haven’t noticed, Jimin doesn’t seem heartbroken, does he?”. If he dared to say yes you may have to use that horrifying magick Jimin lied about because your ex was anything but heartbroken. He was with a new woman almost every night and, even with this knowledge, they lined up to be with him. Who could deny the charming Park Jimin?

Finally, Jungkook shook his head, his curly black hair bouncing as he did the movement. If he wasn’t such a nuisance, you might’ve wished you could run your fingers through it. It looked so fluffy.

“Then, leave me alone. It’s been years of your torment and I’m tired of it”, you sighed and slung your bag over your shoulder after shoving your slightly wet laptop into it, walking out of the library after sending a text to Namjoon that you had felt bad because no one really knew about your fights with Jungkook and Namjoon would surely try to beat his ass if he found out about it.

Leaving the coffee on the table was a bold move but a part of you hoped that the asshole would clean it up. It was his mess after all. Not your’s.

“You’re coming to the track meet, right?”, the voice startled you and you sat up on your bed, making direct eye contact with Kim Taehyung. The only guy with a key to your dorm.

“Tae, I love you but you know I do not do sports”, you grumbled and flopped back onto your bed. Your classes had you beat and the need for a nap was too great to give up. Even if it was for your best friend.

“I know but it would mean so much if you were there”, don’t do it. Don’t do it.

You did it.

You made direct eye contact with those big puppy eyes Taehyung always used to get his way. You had fallen victim once again.

Which was why you had ended up in the cold, shivering as you watched the team run around the track for what felt like an eternity.

Taehyung had done great considering he barely moved before the season but who really stood out was Jungkook. His back muscles were only moments away from ripping through the flimsy shirt he was wearing and sweat was coating his hair. He was aware of how good he looked. He always was. He even was ballsy enough to wink at one of the girls screaming his name in the crowd.

Thankfully, the pleasant bliss that was drinking kept your mind off how irritated you were. You had snuck in a beer to drink (not that everyone else didn’t) and the alcohol loosened you up a bit.

After the meet was over, a sweaty Taehyung was clinging to you like a massive koala. He was high off adrenaline and couldn’t decide whether he wanted to cuddle or jump around.

“Tae, take this before you pass out on top of me”, you handed him a water and he gratefully took it, still leaning against you as he chugged down the drink.

Taehyung and you were polar opposites. He was an athlete, quite dorky, a great singer, and was overly optimistic. You, on the other hand, liked to keep to yourself, was not the best of singers, and always stuck to the reality of things. Even if you could manipulate that reality the tiniest bit.

“Let’s get you home”, you let the man lean his weight on you tiredly as you started to walk towards the exit of the field.

“Sourpuss, I need to talk to you”, that voice was definitely not the one you needed to hear when you were this tired and already agitated. What does a girl have to do to spend time in her bed?

“I’m a little busy if you haven’t realized”, you gestured to Taehyung, who was breathing directly on your neck and nuzzling his nose against the skin. It wasn’t an odd gesture considering your close friendship but his face was so cold it send goosebumps down your spine.

“I’ll help”, Jungkook offered, quickly coming to your rescue by crouching down and getting Tae on his back. The man grumbled but was happy to take the ride considering it was less soreness for his legs to endure the next day.

The Jeon Jungkook helping? What a trip.

“What do you want?”, you winced at how rude it sounded. Sure, Jungkook most definitely deserves said rudeness, but he was helping you.

“I’m sorry”, you legitimately thought you were hearing things and turned your head to look at him, stopping in your tracks.

“Can you say that again? I don’t think I heard you correctly”, the athlete groaned before turning to look at you, frustration evident on his face.

“I’m sorry. You were right about Jimin. He’s been talking shit behind my back for months and I had no idea”, if it wasn’t for your “told you so” attitude, you would’ve felt sorry for him. Jimin was one of his closest friends after all.

“Hate to say I told you so but”, he glared at you to shut up and you quickly did. His glare was so cold that a shiver went up your spine.

“Sorry, it was a joke. Jimin is really manipulative so don’t let him bring you down”, you reassured him, even bringing your hand up to pat his shoulder. By the way he flinched away, you would’ve assumed your hand was made of lava.

Noted. Jungkook hates being touched.

“I assumed so much about you and that was immature of me”, the man smiled softly at you. It felt like arrows pierced your heart. He had such a cute smile for an asshole. Like a bunny.

“It’s fine. Lots of people assume things about me”, you shrugged as you both started walking again, Taehyung looking down at you to make sure you’re okay. He was like your protective older brother and you couldn’t be more thankful to have him around.

“But they shouldn’t. So what if you follow a different religion? It doesn’t mean you’re evil”, that was probably the first time someone agreed with your practices besides Taehyung and Namjoon (mostly because he understood it better than others).

“Thank you for saying that. It means a lot”, you finally smiled back at him, sending his heart right into his chest as his heartbeat picked up. Needless to say, he adored your smile.

“I hate to ask this of you but could you tutor me on Epidemiology? I regret ever taking it and I’ll pay you”, you were wide-eyed with shock to say the least. You didn’t expect Jungkook to go out of his way to learn. Especially, not with you.

“Sure, you can join Namjoon and I in the morning”, you nodded before you saw the way Jungkook’s nose crinkled up in displeasure.

“What? What’s wrong with that?”, he sighed in response to the question as you both reached your dorm building. You’d just let Tae stay with you for the night.

“Namjoon hates my guts. We’re way too different. Besides, aren’t you two dating? I don’t want to be some third wheel”, Jungkook almost sounded disgusted at the idea, probably imagining you making out with Namjoon in front of him.

“I’m not dating him. He’s just the only other intelligent male I can tolerate”, he seemed to relax once you finished speaking but there was still tenseness evident in his shoulders which wasn’t due to the large man on his back.

“I still don’t get along with him despite the fact that he writes about me all the time. He once yelled at me for cheating and wrote an article about it”, that was a slap right to your face. Right, Jungkook was a player and he could throw your feelings aside like one of his cigarettes. Do not get attached.

“Well, don’t cheat”, you said because, let’s be real, it’s the truth. You unlocked the door and helped Taehyung off of his back.

“Bye Koo, thanks again”, your words were quick and you kicked the door closed with your shoe, your hands full thanks to the oversized man child clinging onto you.

Koo. He liked that.

Weeks had ticked by and, somehow, Jungkook had managed to get your number. Honestly, Namjoon probably slipped it out or Taehyung gave it to him. According to Tae, the man had been oddly friendly to him and they were (borderline) friends now. They played video games together, practiced together, and even barged into your place for snacks together.

Great. Now you had two man-children to take care of and feed. It was definitely taking a chunk out of your paycheck each week to get extra snacks for the two. They ate like starving animals whenever they came over. A small part of you even thought it was just to piss you off even more.

Jungkook finally managed to get you to agree for a tutoring session with him. Just one. If this one went well then maybe you would agree to more.

The only sad thing about the session was that it was scheduled to happen right after your last class on Friday in your previous dorm. The dorm you had just finished cleaning up since the last time the two adult toddlers had destroyed it.

Surprisingly, when you had woken up one morning, Jungkook was still there. You assumed he and Tae were too drunk to get back to their own dorms and had decided to just sleepover at your’s. It was quite annoying if you were to be honest, but the way Koo looked actually interested in your religion was enticing.

He didn’t look scared or disgusted when he looked at your little collection of crystals on your desk or the jar resting on your end table sealed with candle wax. If anything, he actually looked amused or even impressed.

“I’ll pick you up after class. I can’t believe you don’t drive and walk to your dorm every day”, Jungkook shook his head as he walked beside you. Coincidentally, your last classes were next to each other but you were shocked to hear him offer to give you a ride.

“Don’t judge me, Mr. Playboy. I just have a fear of hitting someone. Have you seen the lunatics at this campus? They will run out into traffic for fun”, the man chuckled wholeheartedly at the pout on your lips. Plus, your joke was actually pretty accurate. Even he had almost hit a drunk idiot when trying to get back to his dorm late one night.

“Okay, that’s fair. So, you okay with me driving you?”, you nodded cautiously. While Jungkook was guaranteed to know every path to your dorm by now, you were still guarded. Being in that tight of a space with him was going to be difficult.

No, you don’t get those so-called “butterflies” when you were with him. Honestly, those butterflies were typically a bad sign to you. Feeling sick because you loved someone sounded a bit odd and almost contradictory.

You actually found yourself with more powerful emotions than anything. If Jungkook made you angry, you were angry. If he made you happy, you were happy.

Everything just felt so much stronger when you were around him. Thankfully, he almost always made you happy. He made you laugh because, once he discovered that beautiful sound, he couldn’t get enough.

So, after your class, you met him out in the hall and he walked you to his car. Now you realized how such an undetermined man got into college.

He was filthy rich.

Sitting there in the parking spot was a brand new Mercedes Benz. Its black color almost matched the distinct leather jacket that he decided to wear today. It very much screamed Jeon Jungkook.

However, it did not scream you whatsoever. You were almost afraid to get near it.

“Hop in. My grade isn’t getting any lower”, he opened the door for you and you weren’t sure if it was because you were friends, or whatever the fuck you two were, or if it was because he wanted a discount.

That’s not fucking happening. He’s already stolen plenty of money through snacks from your cabinets.

Meekly, you got into the vehicle, immediately buckling your seatbelt as if it was going to hurl itself into motion at any moment. Jungkook shut the door and went around to get into the drivers’ seat. Apparently he trusted his own driving so much that he never wore a seatbelt (Namjoon would’ve had a stroke if he was told that) and he drove with one hand (scratch that- make it two strokes).

Despite those things, he was an actual good driver. You felt safe and he drove the speed limit. Maybe it was just because you were in the car with him?

Getting out of the luxurious leather seats proved to be a hassle considering you knew your seats in your dorm were no where near as comfortable. You could sleep in that passenger seat without a care in the world compared to your own bed. Still, you forced yourself to get out and you two went up to your dorm. Jungkook is way too familiar with the place now considering he barely talks to you. It’s your place and, yet, he comes here for Tae.

“Alright, what unit do you need help on?”, you asked softly as you took the needed supplies out of your bag. You actually already took Epidemiology. It had nothing to do with your major but it was interesting to you. Who wouldn’t want to learn about the science of the world’s biggest killer: disease?

Jungkook simply looked at you, blinking a few times and pressing his tongue into his cheek in that nervous habit you realized he had.

“Oh- for fucks sake, Koo”, you grumbled as you realized how long of a process this was going to be.

It had been months since you began tutoring the student and, finally, there was progress.

Standing proudly with his shoulders back was Jeon Jungkook holding a test with a big number ‘92’ on it in red ink. Your heart swelled with pride.

“I passed! This was the exam review test so I’ll pass the exam, right?”, you smiled brightly as you looked at his excited eyes. You never thought Jungkook would ever be excited over passing a class but you can’t judge people by their covers, right?

“Yeah! Just keep up with the studying and you got it”, you nodded quickly, looking away from his puppy eyes when you felt happiness engulf you like a fire.

Ironically, you were actually playing with fire. Your hand tugged on the trigger and a flame flickered from the end of your lighter. You brought it down and lit the candle in front of you. To be honest, you were a bit of a goodie two shoes but you did break one rule.

No fire in the dorms.

“Hey, I really wanted to thank you. I’m actually passing all my classes now and it fills like my life has purpose again”, woah, didn’t expect that.

“No problem, Koo. Your life always has purpose. What do you mean?”, you looked up from what you were doing, noticing he was leaning against the frame of your door.

“All I did was party and drink. Sure, I was a good athlete but that can only take you so far”, you nodded in understanding and stood up, walking towards him.

He followed your every move like prey waiting for the predator to attack them.

But, instead of an attack, he was met with a warm, genuine, and, all around, great hug.

“Do you think of me as everyone else does?”, you looked up at him, meeting his starry eyes.

Oh, you hated them because of how much you loved them. They held the galaxy within them and you could stare into them for hours if given the chance.

You were many things but, tragically for Jungkook, a liar wasn’t one of them.

“Honestly, I did before. I’ve seen you do some of the things the rumors talk about-“, smoking, cheating, fighting, “but now I know that’s not all you are. There’s more to you, Koo”.

All Jungkook had been able to think about was your words. Sure, he didn’t care about your opinion before but it truly did make him happy to know you thought better of him.

“Jk! Where have you been?”, oh no.

“Jimin? I’ve just been at the gym a lot”, lies. He had been with you a lot.

“Ah, I see. How’s the bet going?”, the shorter man asked, running his fingers through his precisely cut hair. What a born model.

The bet. The bet you had no clue about. The bet Jungkook was too dense to refuse.

“It’s going. She hugged me yesterday”, Jimin scoffed and then chuckled, vastly different sounds that almost made Jungkook double over in fear. Truth be told, he despised Jimin. He despised him because he scared him. The only other man more influential than him was Jimin and that meant Jimin could ruin his reputation in a matter of seconds.

“That’s all? Damn, she really is void of love”, the bet Jimin was referring to was the one he made with the younger at the beginning of the year.

“I bet you can’t make her fall in love with you. She didn’t even love me, Koo! Me! I’m telling you, if you make her fall in love with you then I’ll get you anything you want”.

Time was running out with exams coming up and Jungkook needed to hurry if he was going to win such a bet. But, was it worth it if it meant disappointing you? Jimin may be scary but you made him feel so happy and so proud.

The only time he had seen you disappointed was when Taehyung broke one of your jars, resulting in a mess of coins, herbs, and wax on the floor. That’s the day he decided he never wanted to be on the receiving end of one of those looks.

“Yeah, she’s guarded which is understandable-“, wait- did Jeon Jungkook just grow some balls? “I’d be void of love too if everyone judged me for something I believed in”. He did.

“Where is that coming from? She deserves it, doesn’t she? Come on, JK. Keep that head in the game!”, Jimin patted his head like he was a child with all A’s on his report card, which, for once, was actually true thanks to you.

What game? You? Were you truly just a game to him?

“Alright, I’ve got this”, damn. Maybe you were.

Most nights you found yourself at the library now. It was the only place that was filled with peace and quiet. Especially on a Friday. Not even the librarian was here.

“Guess who”, hands covered your eyes and you would’ve punched the man behind you if you didn’t immediately recognize his husky voice. It was soothing with just the perfect mix of roughness. You couldn’t help but wonder what it sounded like when he just woke up.

“An asshole who thinks it’s okay to sneak up on women in a deserted place”, you grumbled and Jungkook immediately removed his hands.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you”, oh here we go. Argument number two thousand.

“I wasn’t scared. I was just saying that, one, you’re an ass and, two, don’t do that to women”, he nodded in agreement and you thought that was the stopping of an argument. Boy, oh boy, were you wrong.

“I won’t anymore but you’re so weak. I’ve scared you so many times now”, you glared at him. Thanks to months of being by Jungkook’s side, you had become a bit more out of control. The feelings you used to keep caged up were now more out in the open. You cussed more often, even tried drinking (and almost spit it out on him), and your frustration was no longer hidden from the world.

“Jungkook, you are a menace to society and I would like it if you leaved”, it was a pointless threat. You didn’t really mean it. You adored his company but you wouldn’t admit that with a gun to your head.

“Liar, you love me”, shit. Did you? No, don’t ask that. It was just a joke.

Damn you and your overthinking.

“No, I hate you. Shut up”, that was also a useless threat. Jungkook never shut up. He was quite the talker and shutting up was not in his vocabulary.

“No, you hate me. Shut up”, he sat on the table you were previously working on, knowing this would take a while. Your arguments always lasted between thirty minutes to two or three hours. You both hated to back down.

“No, I love you. Shut the fuck up”, wait a second-

“As you wish”, he smirked victoriously and leaned closer, his face so close to your’s that you could smell his musky cologne.

“That was wrong”, you glared at him and he shook his head, “don’t open your mouth aga-“ you were cut off as his lips connected with your’s. He kissed you so intensely that your mind was fogged up, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

Finally, with your brain still hooked on adrenaline, your hands found their way to his cheeks, cupping his well defined face as you kissed back. You could feel him smile into the kiss before he pulled away, leaving a spark traveling down your body. Now, that’s a good feeling.

“Ah, I love when you shut the fuck up”, you were so close to beating him with your bag.

Everything was weird after the kiss. Life wasn’t some fairytale where you both lived happily ever after in some old palace somewhere.

No, you were both actually stuck in that “fuck, what are we?” mess.

Love wasn’t something you could control and that was why you never let it get that far, but, with Jungkook, it felt uncontrollable, spreading like wildfire.

So, you avoided him.

Of course, it wasn’t the most humane or easiest form of dealing with your feelings but it worked.

Well, for a little bit until Koo decided to block you off in the library, cornering you into the back section of the religious books. Oh, how ironic.

“What’s wrong?”, his voice made your knees want to give out. It was early and you assumed he woke up early just to catch you. His attire said that enough from his sweatpants to the tank top hugging his upper body. He obviously just threw something on before he left.

“What are you talking about?”, you tilted your head and tried to act innocent, but, once again, a liar you were not.

“Oh please, you’re obviously pissed off or scared of me or something”, bingo. You were horrified of what you were feeling and, in tune with it, Jungkook.

“I don’t know! Why do you even care? You’re obviously going to pass your exam so what am I needed for anymore?”, you winced at your own words, watching as the man’s usual bright expression turned into a sorrowful one.

“It’s much more than that, y/n”, that was probably one of the first times he had said your name. He usually called you nicknames like princess, sourpuss, or whatever else he came up with depending on his mood.

“Then what is it?”, the stare he gave you made you want to hide further into the corner. It was so predatory that your body was trying to fight its own instincts to run away and avoid the problem. You were always a flight over fight type of girl.

“You”, the one word made your eyebrows furrow, racking your brain for a response or understanding of what he meant. Jungkook shook his head as you watched your face twist in confusion.

“You’re so dense. Why would I kiss you if it wasn’t all for you?”, he leaned closer to you, hand resting on the shelf of the bookcase behind you. You silently thanked the universe that no one else was in there yet.

“Discount?”, it was the first thing you thought of and it caused a low chuckle to rumble out of Jungkook’s chest. He looked up into your eyes and it almost knocked the air out of you.

“Hmm, unless it’s a fuck buddy discount then I don’t think I want it”, he raised an eyebrow cockily and your eyes went wide. Little did Jungkook know that he just complicated your relationship even more.

“And what if I’m okay with making such a discount?”, the student practically groaned at the words, free hand finding its way on your hip, squeezing it. You don’t know where your new found confidence came from but you had gotten rather blunt since hanging out with Jungkook.

“Then I’d say you’re not the person I thought you were”, he hummed, leaning in to whisper in your ear. The way his breath tickled your ear sent sparks through your body.

“Is that what you want? For me to take you here against these books?”, yes you did. Looking around, you were met with many versions of Bible and other holy books of all religions. It was absolutely filthy and wrong to do it there which was why it was perfect.

“Yes, I want that”, your nails dug into the wood behind you, trying to ground your emotions down. It had always been an escape tactic to you.

“How naughty”, now you understood why he had chosen today of all days to corner you. He loved the skirt you were wearing and how easily it gave access to everything delicious underneath. Plus, your legs were perfect to him.

His fingers danced along your thighs before he pushed up your skirt, revealing the black lace panties underneath. Oh, you knew what was going to happen today and you definitely knew Jungkook liked his black.

“So pretty. Just for me?”, the question took you off guard, your own questions flooding your brain. Ultimately, after a few moments of silence, you decided he probably had a possession thing. Who didn’t like to feel powerful?

“Just for you, Koo. Fuck, touch me please”, so you decided to feed his little ego, edging him on until he pulled the panties to the side to reveal your glistening pussy.

The dim light of the library truly didn’t do it justice but he couldn’t help himself from finding it to be also perfect. He was in deep shit now.

His long fingers ran down your slit until they reached their destination: your pussy. He rubbed around it before he slowly plunged his middle finger into the wetness, curling against your walls.

Fuck, you always hated that finger but with it inside of you? Maybe you could make an exception.

Your body shook in response to the stimulation since you hadn’t been touched in so long, your hands gripping the wood tighter to keep yourself steady. Jungkook smirked when you clenched around his finger before he added another, stretching you out wonderfully as he scissored you open.

And that was when Jungkook found his favorite sound in the world.

“Jungkook! Oh god”, you moaning his name sounded like music to his ears and he couldn’t get enough. The only thing he hated was how quiet it was since you were still conscious of the library around you. He wanted you to scream it.

“You like that, princess? You want more?”, you obediently nodded, not in the mood to be denied an orgasm (which you were sure Jungkook would do if you didn’t obey). The man chuckled and leaned down, still pumping his fingers steadily as if it took no effort at all. If you had done this yourself then your fingers would have been cramping by now.

Your body jolted when Jungkook’s plump lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly on the nerve as if he was starving. To be fair, he had skipped breakfast.

You feared for the books behind you as your body spasmed, orgasming on the man’s fingers. You took deep breaths once you were finished and watched as Jungkook pulled away, pulling his cum covered fingers out of you.

With prolonged eye contact, he slipped the digits into his mouth and sucked the juices off of them. A new wave of arousal went through you when he tapped your lips with them, making you open your mouth. You gagged briefly when they hit the back of your throat but you sucked on it, licking your way up his middle finger.

“Good girl”, now that was going to haunt you forever. You whined when he pulled his fingers away and he smiled teasingly at you.

“I’m going to need to see these”, your eyes went wide when he gripped the collar of your shirt and ripped it clean down the middle, tossing it aside as if it didn’t cost you a fortune.

“Jeon Jungkook! That was expensive”, you huffed but he paid you no mind, just reaching behind you to remove your bra too so it can join the rest of your clothes.

“What if someone sees? I can’t cover these up quickly, Koo”, you crossed your arms over your chest, looking around cautiously. Jungkook just laughed and pulled your arms away, pinning your wrists above your head so he can press his body against your own.

“Take my shirt off and you can put that over you for the day. It’s fine, sourpuss”, oh you would’ve slapped him if you weren’t so turned on. He let go of your wrists and you quickly removed his shirt for him, revealing a muscular chest you could’ve never imagined.

And he never imagined how beautiful you’d look with your hard nipples pressed against the thin fabric of his white t-shirt. He grabbed them immediately and you failed to see the spark in his eyes as he squished them together.

“That was one of my favorite shirts. What a di-“, you yelped when he pulled your leg up over his shoulder, yanked his pants and boxers down, and pulled your panties aside to rub his angry tip against your folds. Your head rested back as he rubbed against your clit, covering his cock in your juices.

“What a dick indeed”, Jungkook chuckled deeply, arousal blurring his world into nothing but you. The only thing that mattered at that moment was feeling you.

His lips attached to your neck and you were so out of reality that you didn’t realize he was littering the skin with his marks, a silent claim on you as he pushed himself inside of you.

“Oh shit, it’s exactly as I imagined. So tight and warm”, and he was just as you imagined. So very big. You didn’t think anyone else could stretch you out as much as Jeon Jungkook and that thought made you groan.

“You’ve been imagining it?”, it was your turn to smirk and, for the first time ever, the man in front of you blushed.

“Oh please princess. I know you’ve been thinking about it too”, and you had been. Not that you’d ever admit that after he just basically friends with benefits zoned you.

“Just move you asshole”, Jungkook gripped your hair, tugging on the soft strands as he finally kept pushing, bottoming out inside of you perfectly.

His big hands moved to grip your hips, a little help to keep you up as he started to snap his own into your’s. He was mildly uncomfortable at first but, as you adjusted to his size, bliss filled your body.

Finally, you were doing something to make yourself happy and pleased. Maybe Jeon Jungkook wasn’t the best man to do it but he was making you feel so so good.

The man snapped you out of your thoughts as he brought your hand down to your clit. You understood and started to rub it, happy knowing that Jungkook was also looking out for your own pleasure too. Not that you’d know he had been thinking about you creaming on his big cock for months now.

“Keep doing that”, he whispered despite the heavy groan that threatened to come out. He was referring to the uncontrollable clenching you were doing around his dick, sucking him into your walls with each muscle movement. You listened and (despite knowing you were going to keep doing it anyways) clenched once again.

“Can I cum inside?”, you whimpered at the idea of Jungkook’s cum filling you up and, knowing you’re on grade A birth control, you nodded. While Jungkook was effortlessly attractive, kids were not part of your plans by far.

“You close too, princess?”, you nodded, a small moan spilling past your lips despite your best efforts to be quiet. With that knowledge, the man orgasmed and you could feel his seed start to coat your insides. The feeling made you tumble over into your own orgasm, coating his softening cock with your release.

“I think that’s the best sex I’ll ever have”, you praised him as you tried to put your cramping leg down off his shoulder. Instead, he held it tighter and pulled himself out of you. He watched as his cum started the spill out of you, dripping down your thighs beautifully.

So, he’s a man who likes to admire his work.

You almost screamed when he pushed it back inside of you with his finger due to the sensitivity.

“See you later, sourpuss”, Jungkook smirked and put your panties back to their original position before he pulled his own boxers and pants back up. He walked off and you were left gobsmacked with his cum dripping out of you onto your panties.

As the weeks passed by, the world became more vibrant and cheerful but also more chilling and worrisome.

Exams were over and you were free to go wherever you pleased but, somehow, you always found yourself wanting to be with what was supposed to be your secret guilty pleasure. Now, he was your everything. He truly brought color into your world; sadly, color always comes with black and white.

“I won the bet, Jimin. I want what I asked for”, you listened intently from the other aisle of books. The library had become your go to spot to find Jungkook. Surprisingly, the once unmotivated student was more frequently in here because of the sheer relief he got when you stood before him with a proud smile. What a softy.

“Really? She fell for you? Damn, you still got it. I can’t believe you asked for this though”, the disgust in your ex’s voice was evident and you so desperately wanted to see what he was referring to. You truly thought Koo had stopped being friends with Jimin after he apologized but apparently you were wrong about a lot of things. Most of all, you were wrong to love again.

Feeling your tears start to spill down your cheeks for the first time in years, you forced yourself out of the library. You should’ve seen it coming. What would a playboy want with you? A woman looking for a serious relationship? You’re an idiot and you’ll fix it.

Said playboy must’ve spotted you because you could hear his heavy footsteps behind you as you rushed out of the library, hurrying into a run with the safety of your dorm in mind. It was time to end this.

So, here you were. Remembering everything from the past few months as the candles in front of you burned, getting so desperately close to the string connecting them. You had carved an evident ‘JK’ on one and your initials on the other, bonding them to the people who needed to be apart from one another.

Watching his candle, you noticed the wax dripping down the long wick and you knew they were tears. You knew because of the loud banging coming from your dorm door, the man on the other side screaming and sobbing for you to let him explain.

Your candle, however, burned strongly with vengeance. It stood so tall compared to Jungkook’s and, as the fire finally burned through the string tying you both together, you felt free. It was like Jeon Jungkook had never affected you before and his name slowly slipped from your mind.

Eventually, the banging stopped as the candles reached their ends and the fire flickered out under your gaze. You felt so blissfully numb as you walked towards the door, opening it to reveal a confused Jungkook looking up at you.

“What did you do? It’s like-“, you cut him off with your hand, pulling him up rather roughly.

“You never knew me. That’s how I want it, Jeon Jungkook. You never knew me and I never knew you. Now, get your prize and leave me alone”, you slammed the door in his face. You felt pure relief but Jungkook could still feel a pang of want in his body.

You had failed to notice the little wax left of his candle that stood strong as you dumped it in the trash and he failed to notice that he had left his “prize” outside your door as he rushed off.

A gorgeous rose quartz necklace.

What a way to declare your love to a witch who just cut it all off.

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inkandpen22 · 3 years

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Young Hearts Divided (6/?)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader / James Potter x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, mentions of underage drinking

Word Count: 3.3k

Part Summary: Y/N, James, and Sirius wake up the day after the party with no recollection of what happened. Then, while Y/N is studying with Lily it hits her like a ton of bricks.

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Massive, horrible, no good, very bad, migraine. This day is going to be miserable. All I can do is thank the universe that we don’t have classes today. I did, however, promise Lily that I’d help her on our Potions project. Marlene is our other partner, but based on the fact that she’s wasn’t moving this morning, I don’t think she’s going to make it.

Gathered around our usual spot at the Gryffindor table, I spot my friends as soon as I enter the Dining Hall. Lily and Remus appear normal, along with Peter. James and Sirius, look like real shit. James’s head keeps slipping out of his hand and Sirius is sporting sunglasses, real unsuspicious. I ease down onto the bench beside Lily with a groan. Similar to James, I rest my chin in my hand, barely awake.

“And it’s alive,” Lily teases, already pouring me some much-needed coffee.

“Gremlins are pickaxing my brain,” I whine.

“That’s what you get for dividing up a bottle of Firewhiskey with Marlene,” she ridicules lightly.

“What?” I frown. “I don’t remember doing that?”

“What do you remember?” Remus interjects, his eyes peeking out over his book.

I struggle to recall much of anything. I remember the game, getting back to the tower, changing, people arriving at the Common Room.

“Do you remember dancing on the table?” Lily snickers, picking up my plate to make it.

My jaw drops, “I did what?!”

“Oh yeah!” Peter lights up.

James starts to giggle, “hehe, I remember.”

I reach across the table weakly and bop him on the head.

“Ouch! Headache!” He whines and rubs his hair to ease the assault.

“I don’t remember that,” Sirius finally speaks up, his voice groggy.

“You don’t?!” James gasps, glancing at his best friend beside. “It was the best thing I’ve ever seen! She looked like a goddess, by far the best dancer to ever be in Gryffindor! Oh, and let me remind you of the red leather skirt! I-”

“Thank you, James!” I shut him down before he gets started. “We get it!”

“No, I don’t think we do,” Sirius snickers and nudges his friend to go on.

James shifts in his seat to face Sirius, “well you see, it had two zip-”

With a stone-faced expression, Remus closes his book with a deep sigh and swats James on the back of the head.

“Ouch! Headache!” James shouts at his friend on his other side.

Remus ignores him fussing and opens his book to where he left off.

James mumbles complaints under his breath as he turns back to face the table. He rubs the back of his head with a pout.

“Did anything else happen?” I question, almost afraid to ask.

“I don’t remember what you did after that,” James informs.

“Sirius was the one who got you down,” Remus interjects, not even glancing up from his textbook.

My attention flickers from Remus to Sirius. He removes his sunglasses and peers past James at his studious friend. His brows are scrunch together in evident confusion.

“I did?”

Remus hums while he flips his page. “Like you Santa Clause with his sack.” His eyes quickly meet mine, “not to compare you to a heavy sack of toys, Y/N.”

“You’re fine, Remus,” I dismiss, knowing that boy would never intentionally insult me.

Sirius hum, visibly racking his mind to the memory. “What about after that?” He questions.

“Don’t know,” Remus mumbles. “You disappeared after that.”

Sirius looks at me and I hold up my hands. “No idea,” I tell him.

“Well you guys ended up in your beds, so you probably helped her to bed,” Peter reasons.

Sirius and I nod in unison, trying really hard to remember, but to no avail. Then, we shrug and continue with breakfast. It’ll come to us eventually. Peter is probably right, Sirius and I have gotten drunk together loads of times. We always end up in our beds at the time of night somehow. It was probably just like any other night.

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Lily and I have been in the library for most of the afternoon trying to finish up this stupid project. I swear Slughorn has it out for us. He wants us to fail his class and glorify the kids in his idiotic Slug Club like dear Lily here. My mind starts to wander to breakfast this morning which makes me think of last night. I can’t believe Marlene and I danced on the study table to Bowie. Then again, Marlene would make that happen.

“Are you excited about Hogsmeade this weekend?” Lily asks quietly as she writes.

I sway my head from side to side. “Kinda, I’m sorta nervous to go with James.”

“Take me then,” she jokes.

I laugh for a second, then a sudden sense of deja vu crosses my mind. My face falls and I lean forward. “Could you repeat that?” I whisper so Madame Prince doesn’t hear me.

She peers up from her paper, “I was just kidding-”

“No, yeah I know, just say it again,” I wave along.

“Take me then?” She repeats slowly, staring at me like I have three heads.

I repeat the phrase in my head like a broken record. Where have I heard that before? It sounds so familiar like it’s important or something. Then, it hits me like a smack across the face.

“Holy-” I cover my mouth.

Madame Prince shushes me instantly. “No yelling!”

Lily struggles not to burst out laughing. “What was that about?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” I blurt out and hurry to gather my things. I rise from my seat and start shoving things into my bag. “Excuse me!”

“Where are you going?!” Lily raises her voice.

“I have to...” I hesitate, I don’t have an excuse. “I’ve got to go!”

I briskly turn on my heels to head toward the door. Instead, I slam into someone. I stumble back but catch myself. My eyes are met with Sirius stabilizing his balance.

“You!” We say in unison.

“No, you!” We point at each other.

Madame Prince shushes us dramatically. “If you must talk, take it out in the hall!”

Sirius takes my hand against my will and drags me out into the hallway. He checks up and down the corridor and determines there are too many people. Since it's a Sunday, most students hang out around the castle. I struggle to keep up with his pace as he yanks me along to a nearby classroom. He swings open the door and peeks his head inside.

"Sirius, it's all dusty!" I complain, digging my heels into the stone floor.

He pulls me in first, completely ignoring me.

I grunt, stumbling to catch my footing. When I manage, I brush down my skirt and face Sirius as he latches the door. “Was that really necessary?!”

He spins on his heels and points at me accusingly. "We shagged last night!”

“Almost! Okay? Almost!” I emphasize.

“Okay, fine! We almost shagged!” He complies, holding his hands up in surrender.

I'm slowly starting to recall the experience in the alcove. There was a lot of biting, teasing, swearing, hair pulling...

Sirius raises a brow, "what stopped us anyway?”

“Fitch and Mrs. Norris doing their nightly rounds. We almost got caught!” I hiss under my breath, worried that someone walking by may overhear.

His confused expression doesn't disappear. In fact, it intensifies as he narrows his gaze at the floor trying to pinpoint it all together. “And I didn’t try to continue once we were in the clear?”

“No, you were the one who suggested we head back so I wouldn’t get a third detention," I remind him of that crucial point.

Sirius's face morphs as if he's been told the world is coming to an end, a mixture of devastation and regret. Yet, also wonder, as though he's mentally asking him 'did I honest-to-God do that?'

“I chose then to be a rule-abiding student?!” He shouts.

“For my sake!” I justify in a whisper-yell. "We need to be quiet or-"

“Ugh!" Sirius paces away, hiding his face in his hands. "I really hate myself right now," he groans.

“Sirius!”

He whips around and complains. “What?! Can you blame a guy?! We were this close,” he gestures with his fingers.

I sigh, trying to remain civil. If we keep shouting someone will hear us then we will for sure get detentions.

"Look, it’s probably for the best!” I try to look on the bright side. “We were drunk.”

He whines, stomping his foot with a pout etched on his lips. He grumbles, “it would’ve been drunken...sloppy..." a dazed expression crosses his eyes. "Sweaty... passionate-”

“Sirius!” I stop him, covering my ears as I grimace.

“I know! I know! Shut up, Sirius!” He mimics my voice.

There’s a prolonged pause as the two of us avoid meeting eyes. Well, this is awkward... Crossing my arms over my chest, I lean against a nearby desk. After a moment, I glance up from my shoes and Sirius’s eyes are narrowed, focused ahead on the wall.

I break the silence monotonously, “you’re still thinking about it aren’t you.”

“Yes!” He whines, failing about dramatically.

“Stop thinking about it!” I demand.

“I can’t! While you were in the library with Evans, James and I snuck into your room so he could show me the red skirt in hopes that I would remember!” He confesses and instant regret crosses his features.

My jaw drops and I storm across the room to him. "You’re kidding me!”

“That’s when it hit me! Everything! Then, I ran to find you!” He waves his hand, gesturing to me.

“Where was Marlene?!”

Forget staying quiet, that was before I knew Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum broke into my dorm!

“Oh, she was there," he nods, not caring in the slightest. "Yeah, she was passed out in bed.”

"You went in there when she was sleeping?!” I laugh breathlessly in disbelief. My fingers comb through my hair as I try to rack my brain around this new information.

“It’s not like we haven’t snuck in there before,” he adds as a side-note casually.

“What?!” I gasp.

Sirius quietly curses himself. “Never mind!” He rushes out.

I march toward the door. “I’m going to kill Potter!" I unlatch the lock and go to open it. "Then, I’m going to come back and kill you!”

Sirius jogs after me. "No, wait!”

He slams the door shut, pressing his palm against the wood beside my head. My fist remains around the handle and I feel Sirius close in on me. The warmth of his breath brushes against my neck and chills run down my spine. His free hand glides across my waist and gives it a squeeze. I turn my head to the side, glancing at me him out of the corner of my eye. He towers over me, leaning against the door. His fingertips glide down my hips to the end of my skit and play with the hem. I spin on my heels to face him, my back now pressed to the door.

“Sirius, we can’t,” I whisper, meeting his gaze.

“Sure we can," he steps closer if that's even humanely possible. "Filch is busy with detention right now and there aren’t any classes,”

“What is someone who walks in and sees us?” I question, my eyes falling to his lips uncontrollably.

"Let them," he mutters carelessly.

Slowly, Sirius closes the space between us and brushes his lips against mine. At first, the action is steady and gentle as though we're getting reacquainted. Then, growing impatient, Sirius wraps his hand around the back of my neck and deepens the kiss at an exceptional rate. I drape my arms around his shoulder, yearning for me. He drops his arm from the door and picks up my legs. I wrap them around his torso instinctively as he walks me over to a nearby desk.

“I let bet that even turns you on. The idea of someone seeing me pleasure you," he mumbles against my lips. His hands wander from my knees and up my thighs to the hem of my skirt. "The way I can make you wet just by touching you." He breaks away from my lips and impulsively presses his palm to my core.

The sudden contact makes me shutter.

A light snicker escapes Sirius. "Does it turn you on when I brush against you in class? What about all those drunken times we stayed up late?” He rubs his fingers against the fabric of my panties at a painfully slow rate.

“Sirius...” I whisper like a plead.

“Next class, I’m going to sit next to you," he states sounding like a command. "Marlene and James are just going to have to deal with it."

Grazing his fingertips over my hip bone to the hem of my panties, he starts to remove the item from my body. He does it so gracefully like the action is an art form. Sirius disregards the article of clothing by tossing it to the floor without much thought.

He brings his lips to my neck and begins to grant it immense attention. “I’m going to place my hand on your thigh under the desk," he describes as his palms press into my thighs. "As the professor talks, I’ll slowly bring it up to your leg. I’ll slip it under your annoyingly short skirt and your panties," he performs the actions as he recites them. "I’ll feel just how wet you are for me and I bet you’re always dripping when you’re around me."

His fingertips slip between my folds and I gasp. My fingers grip the hair at the nape of his neck in reaction to the surge of pleasure.

“I’ll make you cum right in class," he purrs, evidently pleased with himself right now. "Right around my fingers."

My breathing starts to get heavy as he rubs pressurized circles over my clit. I bite down on my lip to defuse my moans.

"From now on, I’ll constantly be teasing you, making you wet every chance I get," he breathes against my neck. "I’ll get you wet for me in the dining hall and make you beg for me to take you back to the dorm."

He picks up his pace, brushing his fingers against my clit. I feel myself quickly approaching my climax. His antagonizing words don't help my self-control.

"I’ll take you in the back shelves of the library," he snickers wickedly. "Make you want to scream my name for everyone to hear.”

“Stop...” I beg, the pleasure starting to be too much.

Abruptly, Sirius grabs my face and makes me meet his gaze. Starring at me sternly, he slips two fingers into my core unapologetically. My hands grip his waist pleadingly, but he continues his assault.

“You’re such a tease, Y/N and you don’t realize," he snickers wickedly as he brushes against my G-spot relentlessly. "With your short skirts, your perfect lips, the way you look at me." He leans in, peering down at my lips to tease me. "You get me so hard. All I want to do is take you into an empty classroom every second of every day, bend you over a desk, and punish you for it. I want to make you feel how I feel.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Oh fuck,” I whimper.

“I see the way all the boys look at you, especially James. They imagine what it would be like to be inside you. But you’re mine, aren’t you? Only I can fuck you. Only I can make you cum so hard that you shake. Only I can fuck after you finish and make you beg for me to stop.”

"Sirius, I-" I gasp, the pleasure building up in my core is close to reaching its peak.

Sirius dismisses my pleading and grows more forceful. He gathers bits of my hair and tugs at them to make me reveal my neck. “I can make you cum with my hard dick inside you. I can make you hit your climax right here," he growls in my ear.

His fingers pump in and out at an increased rate, causing me to release a moan uncontrollably. I bite down on my lip, doing my best to suppress it.

"Would you scream for me, Baby?" He kisses my jawline softly. "Would you let me fuck you hard after?” He moves and plants a kiss on my neck.

I feel my walls tightening around his fingers as I drag my nails down his back.

“You’re close aren’t you, Love? You want to cum for me?” He grins against my shoulder.

“Yes,” I pant pleadingly.

I hate giving in to him, adding to his ego, but I need this. I need him.

"You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes please,” I beg, struggling to catch my breath.

He presses his lips to mine passionately with more intensity than ever before. “That’s right, beg for it, such a good girl,” he mumbles against my lips.

Overwhelmingly, hits my G-spot with perfect pressure and at an ungodly rate. “I want to cum for me. You’re already so fucking wet for me. I could fuck you so hard right here, right now. Imagine me pounding into you," he instructs as I feel myself on the edge of my climax.

I dig my nails into his shoulder blades. I'm nearly there. "Sirius, I'm-"

Suddenly, Sirius slips his fingers out and takes a step back, parting from me entirely. My eyes fly open and I watch as the boy gazes at me mischievously with his fingers in his mouth. Casually, he picks up my panties and tosses them back to me with a proud smirk. Dumbfounded, I hold the item in my hands utterly confused. Sirius stuffs his hands into his pocket, waiting for me to say something.

I shift my head forward, "that’s it?”

“Umm, yeah pretty much,” he shrugs with a light chuckle.

Merlin, he had this planned! He was fucking with me the entire time! I'm not sure how much of it was a game, but he purposefully got me close and pulled out!

I hop down from the desk with a huff and slip my panties back on. "What the fuck Sirius?!”

He eyes me up and down as though he's analyzing a product. “Yeah no, I’m not going to fuck you, yet! You don’t deserve it," he determines.

I raise my brows, "don’t deserve it?!”

“Yeah!" He repeats, shifting his head toward me mockingly. "You. Don’t. Deserve. Me,” he emphasizes each word. “Not until you decide between me and James, no sex!"

He reaches out and wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. I swat at his arm, but it only makes him grip harder. Hover inches from my face grins. "And let’s be honest here, Love. You’re going to pick me. It’s just a matter of when you’re going to admit to yourself that you love me.”

Suddenly, he presses his lips to mine forcefully and I try to shove him off of me, but he's too strong. Then, he finally releases me with a jolt. He turns toward the door to head out.

“Sirius, I-”

He spins on heels with a cheeky grin. “And you do love me, don't deny it. You said so yourself last night... multiple times actually," he winks.

I scoff, he's impossible! The most infuriating boy on the entire planet!

He strolls toward the door with a wave. "Bye!”

“You man-whore!” I shout at him, so close to just smacking him.

“Tease!” He tosses back lightheartedly. His self-satisfied state unfazed by my insult. “Gee, I just adore our little pet names! Ta-ta Love!” He waves his fingers mockingly before disappearing down the hall.

What the actual hell just happened?

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cryptidcat-stories · 4 years

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Matrix Error | HLVRAI

SO- ABOUT TIME I PUT THIS U P ALKJ This has been an au I’ve been working on for a short time. I was able to make various thing for this au. As in I've made an ask blog for this AUs Gordon, a small plotline for this au, and this one-shot.

Be weary that this one-shot is very long. I was originally planning on making this two parted, but I realized I could NOT write G-man. And I cant really write Benry very well... So hes very much ooc here...

So I hope ya’ll like it!

The last thing Gordon remembers before blacking out was following the Science Team in the strange world of Xen. He didn't know what happened, whenever he just randomly blacked out or something unknowing to him tranquilized and captured him. But he remembered nothing really piercing his skin nor suit for the past hour they've been on the planet.

He did feel like something major was gonna happen though. But he didn't know what. He didn't like it either.

His mind was becoming more hazy and harder to think by the minute. He didn't know why, but he was getting more scared with that fact. He hoped the Team helped him and if he was taken, noticed he was missing.

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Benry was freaking out a tad. They had realized Gordon had suddenly disappeared and no one knew where he went. Benry did all he could to try and find the leader of the little group. No one even knew when they last saw him, it was all at different points as he had been keeping to the back of the group. He had his reasons to stay in the back of the group, some he named, others he did not.

Dr. Bubby was getting irritated thinking Gordon just up and abandoned the group. Dr. Coomer and Tommy were telling him that Gordon would never do that. Dr. Coomer said Gordon would never do that as he was nearly everyone in the group’s friend. Dr. Bubby just brushed it off with a huff, and his eyebrows furrowed. Dr. Bubby’s glasses glinted from an unseen light hiding his eyes.

Tommy was fidgety, concerned for his friend. Because he believes he was taken. He was concerned for Mr. Freeman’s well-being. Tommy believed whoever was waiting for them at the end had Gordon as a hostage. Or worse, had already killed them.

It was actually Dr. Coomer’s idea to have the group keep going forward. Benry hesitantly agreed, missing his usual snarky and odd comment. Dr. Bubby just growled and didn't say anything, not adding anything nor arguing to stop and possibly wait for Gordon. And Tommy quickly agreed, hoping the group would find Mr. Freeman soon

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Gordon slowly regained his consciousness, however something just… Felt wrong with him…

He was laying down in something, and as his vision slowly cleared all he saw was red. He quickly pushed himself up, a yell clogging up his throat. His waist felt like it was trapped, and as he looked down he froze eyes widening.

Gordon saw that his body seemed to be lodged into the ground. And from what he can see, his own body looked to be covered in plates and scales that imitated his HIV suit. But something that looked almost exact to the front of his suit was wrapped around his chest and back. It honestly felt really uncomfortable to him, and he hated how weird it felt.

Gordon felt his right arm be a little lighter than usual so he quickly looked to said arm. He saw the lack of gleaming metal and clearly remembered there had been a gun on his arm. His eyes widened once again from seeing the gun missing, and in its place a familiar stump, scars were now clearly decorating it. He peered at his other hand. What he saw instead of a normal hand, was now a clawed hand. He closed his hand experimentally into a fist, confirming that it was truly his own hand.

He brought his hand to the side of his face and rested it there. He closed his eyes and dragged his hand down his face, now covering his mouth. He refused to acknowledge his now sharp teeth and slightly different facial features.

He realized he still had his glasses though, which he was glad for as he still needed them despite- His new form.

He hoped this form was not permanent, and if his friends even will recognize him if they ever found him. Gordon's thoughts suddenly started to go in a dark direction, ‘What if I'm forced to fight them..?’ ‘What if they can't recognize me?’ ‘What if I… Lose control of myself?...’

He was slouched over, his one hand covering nearly half his face as his eyes were wide at his last thought. He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed for a second.

He removed his hand after a few minutes, and finally took in the room he was in.

The room was massive. Faint unseen lights lighted up parts of the room, making it not as dark as it seemed. The floor had a red liquid covering it, making whoever stood in it feel like they were wading in blood. And red fleshy looking support beams were scattered throughout the edges of the room.

Ripples fanned throughout the liquid from his own movement as he turned and looked through the room. It was unusual, but not unusual enough for this world. So the room fit right in.

What startled Gordon though, is that his thoughts started to get fuzzy. And he didn't know why. He was worried, something or someone was messing with him. And he didn't like that.

He slouched over in sudden pain, a groan echoing out his throat, his head was nearly touching the floor and the liquid that covered it. A sudden migraine had appeared and it hurt like hell. His thoughts were getting more muddled and scrambled, and he couldn't think straight.

His eyesight got blurry as his glasses fell off and somehow disappeared into the red liquid. He put a hand on his forehead and supported himself with the stump of an arm he had. He groaned again as another wave of pain hit him, and the sound that came from him sounded more like a growl. But he couldn't focus on that.

What he could focus on, were the sudden disturbances and ripples that he suddenly felt from the sludge. He lifted his head enough that he could look in the direction of where the ripples were coming.

His face was contorted into a pained glare as he looked at the opening. His vision was fuzzy so he couldn't see whoever or whatever was there.

Gordon had one last coherent thought before unknown instincts took over. And he disappeared under the ground and out of view.

‘What the hell is happening…?’

-----

The team had finally reached a large room. It was like the last few rooms they were in minutes ago. And the same red liquid was still bubbling and fanning around their feet.

Benry was getting antsy. He didn't know why, but he didn’t like it at all. His thoughts were still muddled from the worry of the dangers and needing to find their friend.

Benry felt something crunch under his foot as he waded through the liquid. Confusion crossed his face as he reached down and began to search through the substance for whatever he stepped on. His hands brushed by something slick and feeling of metal and broken glass, he nabbed the item and brought it out of the liquid and carefully wiped it down to the best of his abilities. He froze in shock, his eyes widening and a bit of sweet voice slipping out catching Tommy’s attention.

There grasped in his hand were Gordon’s glasses. Now even more cracked from Benry stepping on them.

“Benry?” Tommy hesitantly asked, turning around to face him. Dr. Coomer and Dr. Bubby stopped their conversation from Tommy’s voice, the two were now looking at them in confusion. Benry looked up to Tommy, fear clearly showing in his eyes. He held out Gordon’s glasses in a way so the rest of the group could see them.

Tommy gasped, his hand flying to cover his mouth. His hat slipped to the side a little bit from the sudden movement. Coomer’s eyes were firmly glued on the glasses, his own face showing shock. While Bubby was silent, the glare of his glasses once again hid his expression.

Tommy was going to say something before he was interrupted from sudden large ripples and large bubbling from in the center of the large room. Everyone’s focus was drawn away from the glasses and looked to the center of the room.

It looked like something large was here, and nobody liked that. Everyone got into a defensive stance, ready for whatever might come at them.

Benry had quickly pocketed the glasses and went up to stand by Tommy, letting his own hands shift to claws and allowing a few extra eyes to appear.

Soon after, a low growl began to echo around the room. Everyone was tense, hopefully ready for whatever might come.

They didn't have to wait long after that as a large figure burst out from the ground with a gutting roar.

The figure was warped, looking mixed from various beasts they have encountered and various animals. Plates decorated the monster, and a mane of what looked like dark brown curly hair draped down the beasts head and back. It looked like it was tied into a low ponytail, but no one noticed that at the heat of the moment.

It had a hand missing on its right arm, cutting off from above where the wrist might have started. Heavy scarring surrounded it making it look like it was sawed off haphazardly. It also had two pairs of eyes. The upper pair were a pitch black, a bright green iris was all that could be seen in the eyes. And the second were closed, currently no clue of how they looked.

Wrapped around the chest of the behemoth ahead of the group looked to be some kind of device. Various softly glowing buttons could be seen though some of the excess liquid dripping off it. A symbol seemed to be placed above the buttons of the device, however it was too dark and the figure was moving around too much for it to be seen properly at the moment.

The beast caught sight of the group, its eyes flashing and it suddenly roared and lunged for them. A clawed hand darting out to slam into the group. The group panicked and split so as to not get smashed.

There, the fight has just started. And Benry was scared out of his wits for Gordon. Hoping for the man to be okay.

-----

It felt like hours when he was put into the void of his own subconscious. It however, has only possibly been 30 minutes, since he lost control of himself.

His vision soon started to clear as he was finally able to open his eyes. His vision was clearing slowly by the seconds as if he had his own glasses on. But he quickly realized that he didn't have his glasses on, as the weight from them was missing from his face..

Gordon soon realized his own thoughts were muddled as hell, and it seemed he couldn't even look straight. He had a hard time seeing, as he was lashing around attacking something. He quickly realized he wasn't actually in full control of himself.

His own eyes widened at the realization, quickly darting around hoping he wasn't attacking his friends. He also soon found out that he had two pairs of eyes now. He could see though both, but his focus was currently on the bottom pair. The upper pair, he found out, was wildly somehow glitched and blurry. And it made the team look like other monsters or the damned military that was attacking the facility and them.

Gordon made sure to keep his own focus on the bottom pair of eyes. He wanted to see his friends how they were, and not some warped, messed up versions of them.

His mood immediately got worse when he finally spotted Tommy, Sunkist and the others, they were all battered and bruised. Surprisingly Benry was still here, he looked a tad different but that didn't matter to him right now. The group was ducking behind pillars and attacking him when he left a spot open and exposed.

Gordon quickly realized soon, of how much pain he was currently in. It felt like when he lost his hand, but now scattered all over the upper part of his body. His own eyes filled with tears. From both the pain and the realization as they were attacking him for their own protection.

Gordon suddenly lurched, and he quickly spotted Dr. Coomer. Who had his back turned to him and was currently distracted from new opponents that appeared. It looked like his false instincts were taking a chance of a distracted enemy and attacking. Gordon heard the sudden panicked shouts from Tommy as he felt his own claw shoot out to attack.

Gordon narrowed his eyes, more tears pricking the edges. He had to redirect his attack, and keep it from hitting Coomer. He strained, gritting his teeth as he was able to slow his attack down and made it strike and hit an alien that had appeared behind Coomer.

He let out an internal sigh of relief, closing his pair of eyes, seeing he was able to change the direction of his own attack. His own body growled in irritation and in pain, as Dr. Coomer took the chance to attack his hand before darting back out of range.

Gordon reopened his eyes, glad at the start of taking control of his own body again. It was a start, even though it was only to change his own attack.

-----

Tommy let out a shout seeing the beast change its focus on Dr. Coomer. He yelled out his name, hoping and warning Coomer of the attack. He was glad to see he took notice of the attack, but immediately changed into panic seeing how he didn’t know how Dr. Coomer was going to dodge that attack without getting severely injured.

But without warning, the attack from the beast suddenly slowed and got knocked off course from some invisible source. It hit an alien who had appeared behind Dr. Coomer instead of the original target.

Tommy was confused, he had finally spotted the second pair of eyes the beast had. They were now open and wide.

It looked like relatively normal eyes. The sclera was white, while the irises were a dark natural green unlike the upper brighter neon green. It also seemed to express different emotions than the upper pair, and look in different directions. Earlier it looked panicked, tears pricking from the corners of its eyes and looking around frantic. And now they were closed with relief, possibly from Coomer dodging out from its... Own attack?

Tommy looked to Benry, seeing if he too spotted the eyes. Sunkist whined next to him, a few bubbles of sweet voice coming from her. ‘Bright green to black blue,’ His mind supplied. ‘I can see the difference too.’

Benry had his focus on some aliens, getting rid of them to give the others ease when dodging attacks from the larger beast. Some bubbles Benry’s own sweet voice were slipping out between jagged and gritted teeth. ‘Ice blue to deep saffron, I want to see my friends safe and fight on.’

Tommy shook his head, returning his own focus back to the monster. He couldn't help a nagging feeling at the back of his mind that this beast somehow felt familiar. He just couldn't place it, and he felt awful.

He shook his head again, clearing his thoughts. He quickly gunned down a few enemies who popped up nearby. He spotted an opening from the beast. It let its chest wide open as it was trying to bat down Coomer who was now swinging overhead and out of reach. Tommy quickly sent in Sunkist, having her go and strike the chest.

Sunkist nodded from the command Tommy told and howled quietly as they shot forward. They hit the control panel on the device, a soft but noticeable sounding crack coming from the item.

The beast suddenly howled in pain from that attack, its voice distorted and somewhat unilateral. He soon figured out it sounded like there were two voices there. One howling and the other screaming in pain. It stopped aiming for Dr. Coomer, and was looking around. It didn't like that. And it seems the team had finally found a weak point on the beast.

Lucky enough, Sunkist got out of range before a claw swung where he just was. They returned back to Tommy’s side, and the fight continued on. Everyone got the clue and were now looking for any openings to attack whatever was on the chest of the thing.

-----

Gordon was making sure that he didn't hit his friends fatally. His body was currently focused on Dr. Coomer, he was using a barnacle to swing overhead and out of reach. Gordon knew his body was plotting on pulling itself out of the ground as he felt his own legs shift wherever they were.

Gordon and his body were soon shocked out of focus by a sudden near unbearable pain right in the middle of his chest where the damned device was. His body howled in pain, and his own voice screaming in that same pain underneath it all.

His body hunched over, now holding his handless arm over and near the broken part of the device on his chest. The other arm coming in close to protect itself.

He took in the damage of who attacked the item. Some buttons were now cracked and broken, some of them lost their light. He blinked as he soon realized he had a little more control in the moment as he flexed his own other clawed hand making it hover over the damage on the device. His grip on himself soon slipped once more as his body was now trying to find the culprit of the damage.

Gordon now realized, it was the piece of tech that was strapped around his chest that made him go nuts and lose control of his own body. He hoped his friends spotted this weakness and kept attacking that one spot. Even though it hurt like hell, he didn't want to be trapped in his own body anymore.

He also soon found out that he was now able to talk under the growling and screeching of his own body. It looked like he had a second pair of vocal chords that he now had full control of.

However, he was only restricted to only able to speak at the same time his own body made a growl or any kind of noise.

He took that chance he had, and he hoped to get through to the team, even though his own voice was faint and near unheard of the loud echoed sounds of the fight.

-----

It has been many minutes from the opening his body gave to the others to attack. And Gordon was struggling on helping the team, trying to get the body to allow another opening of his chest. He was struggling, his teeth gritting together.

He soon caught Benry from the corner of his own sight. He figured out that Benry might be like him earlier on in the fight. The security guard had currently shifted himself to be quite large, and was trying to sneak up on Gordon’s body. But he was struggling on doing so from the ripples he caused in the liquid below.

So Gordon decided to help him out. He made sure to leave his back exposed, and did his best to keep his body’s focus on the fight in front of him.

He knew he did well when he felt a sharp pain claw down his back, another crack of the device echoing sharply around the room. His body howled in pain again, its back straightening up. It whipped his head around and looked at Benry. One of the guard’s now clawed hands were coated in the now familiar bright magenta blood of his own body.

His body growled at Benry and leveled him with a glare. Gordon’s own eyes giving him a sympathetic ‘Thank you’ look. However that expression soon changed as his body soon quickly turned around and made work of pulling itself out of the ground. Benry quickly gained a panicked look of ‘oh fuck-’ before he was quickly tackled from the now freed monster.

Gordon's own eyes were now wide in panic, he was now trying to weaken himself to give Benry an advantage. Because he knew this body was quite strong and Benry stood no chance of winning as of right now.

The two were now wrestling, shoving each other around, punching, and clawing at the other when they were given a chance.

The two eldritch beings were now screaming at each other. One voice loud and clear, able to decipher as Benry and his own Sweet Voice. The other garbled and hidden under furious shrieking, unknown and begging for the opponent to win.

-----

Benry knew he was fucked the moment the monster pulled itself out of the ground. The beast legs looked more animal-like with it being digitigrade and covered in plating. Almost like a familiar suit everyone knew of, from the placements of the plating and scales to the colors it had.

A sharp electric blue bubbles of Sweet Voice came from him as he was rammed into. ‘Electric blue, damn you!’

He quickly shoved off the other and took grip of a clawed hand suddenly being swiped at him. He shoved the other to the ground making the opposing beast choke out a yelp.

Another cracking sound was heard as Benry soon made use of the downed monster to slam a foot on top of the beast's chest, and on the weakest part of the device. A loud crack came from the beast as his own foot connected with the chest of the monster. It roared in pain once again and rolled over onto its chest to protect the device and to try and get back up.

Benry backed away from the monster, taking a breather and checking on the others. Who were now hiding behind pillars, away from the fight and trying their best to not get in the way of the fight from their friend and the monster.

Benry has been slowly seeing as this beast becomes more familiar to him, and he doesn't know why. And it confuses him. Seeing now, there were some similarities between this monster and the team’s missing friend.

The plating on the beast was looking more and more like the suit that Gordon wore, and the barely heard voice under the growling sounded a lot like Gordon’s. The hair it had, it was tied into a ponytail. Just. Like. Gordon’s…

Benry was slowly connecting the dots as did Tommy. Although Tommy had connected the two way before Benry even thought he did.

As from the moment Tommy realized who the monster was that they were fighting, he had become more hesitant to attack. Because he didn't want to harm his friend. He also found out that Gordon didn't really have control of himself and that he was just as scared as they were.

Right now, the beast laid in front of them. Now struggling to get back up. Benry was tense and ready to strike down the other again if he needed too.

-----

Gordon was in immense pain the moment Benry slammed him into the ground. The device was littered with cracks, and sparked from torn wires that were threatening on coming out. From the point of damage the device now had.

Gordon nearly had full control of himself once again near immediately after that attack. His instincts were trying to take control of him again, and were only succeeding on making it harder to talk and have his motor controls of his own body. He was struggling on getting up, his legs weren't responding to him and he felt weak, really weak. The only thing he succeeded in doing was turning himself into his chest.

He huffed out a soft growl in pain and let himself flop back down onto the liquid covered ground. He let his now second pair of eyes close under the first pair seeing as it was not warping his world anymore.

His vision was once again blurry but soon something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, he opened his second pair of eyes once more and looked to the spot of the glint. It looked to be his glasses. They were somehow pushed up behind a pillar during the fight. They seemed cracked from where he was.

He shifted his head onto its side, ignoring the sudden ripples from the liquid as Benry and the others flinched. The glasses were on the right of him, so he tried to reach for them with the stump of an arm he had. It was a stupid idea, but he could not really think straight again as of the moment.

He would have reached the glasses if he still had a hand, but lacking one made him short of grabbing the wretched things. He sighed as he just laid there limp, his right arm outstretched to where the large pair of glasses sat.

His eyes were half lidded as he waited. He didn't know what he was waiting for, but he was waiting for something to happen. Whenever major or not.

-----

Benry waited tense for any movement of the opponent to do anything. But after the other tried multiple times to get back up, but ended up giving up after reaching for something with an arm that had the missing hand.

So there laying limp and head facing away from him was the monster who would have nearly killed them minutes ago.

Benry just stood there, towering over everyone and looking down to the other confused. He felt someone patting his leg, and looked down to see Tommy.

“I’m… Gonna approach them…” Tommy hesitantly said to him, looking back down to the other downed person. “You can shrink down, I have a feeling on who that really is…” Benry looked at him, not really confused on what he meant, he had the same feeling, so he complied and shrunk back down to normal size.

Coomer and Bubby have hesitantly approached from their spots, looking to the large being ahead of Benry and Tommy. The two watched as Tommy slowly approached the person. Sunkist following after him.

Benry made a split second decision and decided to follow Tommy. Not too far behind him.

The two walked around the head of the person, Tommy hesitantly patting their head before continuing on to their face. He looked nervous, as for Benry he decided to check out whatever this person was trying to reach earlier.

Tommy nervously stood in front of the beings face, Sunkist standing next to him. Tommy held his hands together looking at them before looking to who he believed was Gordon.

“Um…” Tommy nervously started, “Hello… I-I’m asking you something v-very important. More to confirm something…” Tommy averted his eyes from the other before making eye contact with the other. “Is it you Mr. F-Freeman?”

Even before Tommy got a response or a reaction from Gordon, Benry came up running. Large cracked glasses in tow. Tommy’s eyes widened at the sight of the large glasses, he was surprised to see such large glasses. Gordon was for sure amused as he rose a brow at Benry.

The two missed the reaction from Gordon as he dropped it as the two turned back to him. “L-like I was saying…” Tommy hesitantly continuing, “Am I right?...”

Gordon gave him a smile, his lower eyes closing. He shifted his head slightly, indicating a nod in confirmation of Tommy’s question.

-----

Gordon propped his head back up when Tommy suddenly burst into tears. His smile was dropped immediately in worry and he retracted his right arm, now resting it behind Tommy. Offering him a place to sit.

Tommy took a seat immediately, he slumped over a smile on his face and tears streaming down his cheeks. He was trying to wipe away tears that just kept on coming. Sunkist sat in front of the crying man and laid their head on his lap allowing the man to hug her.

Gordon looked over to Benry. The others eyes were wide in shock, and his mouth was gaping open. He had heard what Tommy asked earlier and saw the response, now finally connecting the damn dots. The large cracked glasses sat semi forgotten next to him. Benry fell to his knees, a soft splash as he hit the ground. He was now zoned out and looking blankly to the ground, he too looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Dr. Coomer and Bubby had heard the crying from the other side of Gordon and came rushing in, or over Gordon in Coomer’s case, the two looking ready for a fight. But they dropped their defensive stances switching to confusion after seeing a shocked, broken, and blue screened Benry and a happy crying Tommy sitting on the arm of the ‘monster.’

Gordon decided to quickly nab the glasses next to Benry, because he wanted to see the team properly without the use of his second pair of eyes.

Careful so as not to disturb Tommy on his arm, Gordon shifted and reached for his glasses next to Benry with his other hand. Coomer and Bubby jumped from the sudden movement and whipped around to glare at Gordon. Gordon, of course, froze on the spot. He didn't really like glares from Coomer, and it usually frightened him.

Gordon held his breath, his hand hovering near his glasses and Benry as he was stared down by Bubby and Dr. Coomer.

Gordon flinched when he felt something touch his hand, and cautiously and hesitantly averted his gaze from Coomer to his hand. Benry had snapped out of his superior and now handed the glasses to him. Gordon shakily nodded in thanks and grabbed the glasses from Benry. He carefully pulled out the sides of the glasses and slipped them on.

He returned his gaze and looked back to Coomer and Bubby. Who now had Benry next to them and trying to reassure them that Gordon wouldn't harm them anymore and tell them who he really was. Shock was now showing on both scientists' faces once more as they turned their heads to him.

He was still nervous, diverting his eyes away from the team. He could see properly once more, besides the now large cracks scattering the glasses.

Tommy, by now, had finally recollected himself. He hopped off of Gordon’s arm and approached the team who now stood not too far away from Gordon. And he explained why he believed Gordon wasn't acting like himself earlier in the fight.

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Gordon felt a sharp pain from his chest as he laid there. A sharp intake as he cringed. It felt like his own mind and body was trying to rip itself apart. His eyes widened as he felt like his own thoughts were once again getting fuzzy. He started to panic, his body was once again trying to take control once again.

Gordon’s teeth were gritted together and his eyes were tightly closed. He flinched again as he felt someone touch him. He relaxed ever so slightly hearing Tommy’s voice.

“Mr. Freeman? Are you alright?” Gordon hesitated on his response.

He shook his head no as another wave of pain hit him. He curled up on his side away from the group, his arms were tightly pressed on his chest. He hissed again as the device crackled again.

He heard hesitant voices on the other side of him asking if he was alright. He shivered and shook his head again trying to clear his mind.

Gordon suddenly remembered that said device that was strapped around his chest was the main issue to this problem. So what he did was he dug his left hand and claws into the device. Making sure it cracked and sparked, it hissing as if it were trying to get him to stop what he was going to do.

He suddenly jerked his hand out and away from his body in a snap. And in his claws, still held tightly, was the device that was the cause of his pain and despair. He gasped as he was freed from his own mind and his thoughts were once again his.

He threw the now broken and somehow still sparking item across the room. It hit with a loud clatter on the wall. He had ripped the entirety of the device off him, including the strap that wrapped around his body.

He watched as it sparked for a few moments before dying down. Gordon curled in on himself once again, resting a hand on his now bleeding chest. Tears were coming out of his eyes as he controlled his breathing once again.

“Mr. Freeman?” he heard Tommy hesitantly call from behind him. “Are you alright? What was that..?”

Gordon drew in a shaky breath and tested his jaw for a few moments, seeing he could now control it once more. And then he responded and a slightly quiet and shaky voice. Now lacking the growing and distortion it had.

“I-I’m fine now… I got rid of the p-problem…” He smiled to himself as he heard a sharp gasp from Tommy.

Gordon soon slowly turned back around and sat himself up, still a tad weak from the fight and the recent event. He was now able to get into a seating position instead of laying down. He realized one now towered over the others by lots. And he was quite nervous.

Tommy didn't hesitate to jump up, with the assistance of Sunkist, onto Gordon’s lap. Tommy gave Gordon the best hug he could manage he could at that moment. Tears were once again streaming down Tommy’s face.

Gordon was really close to also crying again. He had missed his friends and being able to talk to them despite it being only a few hours. He was also very close to hugging Tommy back, but he was afraid of crushing the poor man and possibly harming him more. So he just sat there, his arms hovering around his friend, worry etched onto his face.

He heard snickering and looked up to see Benry trying to hold in a laugh at the odd sight. But tears were too pricking out of the corner of his eyes. Dr. Coomer had his hands woven together and a smile on his face while watching the whole exchange. Bubby still had his arms crossed, but had a tight lipped smile too watching the scene.

Gordon huffed and looked back down to Tommy. He hesitantly brought a had and patted him softly on the back. He was careful for it to be light.

A thought soon came to Gordon. He gained a mischievous grin and glanced at the rest of the group. He looked down to Tommy and back to the group. He slowly brought his other arm out, careful not to disturb Tommy.

He lurched forward and scooped up the rest of the group. Shouts of surprise came from them as they were brought into a light hug from Gordon. A huge smile was on his face as tears started to prick from his eyes. He really was glad to have his friends back.

#HLVRAI au #HLVRAI #Writing #Matrix Error AU #Long Post #Fanfic

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NOW. i know sol isn’t mine like i don’t go here but he’s got the most notable examples of yellowblood/mutant powers in canon, and in order to talk about mituna’s psionics i have to draw from him! let’s get into it.

VOICES OF THE DOOMED.

sollux hears voices of the recently deceased and they tell him that alternia is doomed. it’s important to note that this happens before the trolls begin to play sgrub -- this is very specifically part of sollux’s mutation, and not something he achieves through being the mage of doom. similarly, mituna, being a yellowblood mutant, experiences premonitions (frequently brushed off by others as paranoia and gut feelings) about other trolls, and the danger they pose to both mituna himself and the party at large (noteable examples are meenah, who he hates not only because he just doesn’t like her but because she gives him intense visions and migraines) and damara (who he knows to be extremely deadly). mituna, while not as academically-minded as sollux, is pretty genre-savvy, and he’s able to differentiate his mutant-visions from the classpect-visions he gets later on.

MIND HONEY.

mind honey, as we see in canon, merely enhances existing psionics. it’s incredibly unhealthy for yellowbloods, as it’s addictive and acts almost like sopor slime, in a way -- it makes sollux’s lusus dimwitted and satiated, and loosens any inhibitions and ability to think rationally, do anything requiring fine motor skills and, most importantly, prevents a mutated yellowblood from keeping their powers at bay. as we see in canon, both captors keep their eyes covered (mituna, even pre canon, wears his hair thick and over his eyes, as he constructs his helmet with his alchemiser once he enters sgrub) -- this is because, should their eyes go uncovered, it’s much easier for psionics to fire out ad-hoc should they feel any intense emotions. seen as mituna’s psionics, post-accident, are broken, mind honey doesn’t power them up anymore, but it DOES soothe the almost constant chronic pain he’s in (migraines, muscle aches, pain in his eyes), and so his lusus feeds it to him in order to balm him, just a little.

PSIONICS.

now. this is the good part. as we see just before sollux gets ko’d by eridan (’ready, prince?’), sollux’s psionics are under his control -- he either powers them up himself, charging them before he has to use them in a fight, or they’re tied to his emotions. i like to think it’s a little bit of both, and that’s why mituna is so unsteady once his psionics are broken -- a very real and very major part of his mind has just shattered completely, and he can’t regulate nearly anything (memory, feeling, social cues, etc) in the same way as he could before.

a lot can be learned about psionics from the eridan and sollux duel, in fact: when sollux uses his psionics to levitate himself, his glasses come up onto his head, thus solidifying that keeping a captor’s eyes covered nullifies their powers somewhat, sollux is clearly less Present in the battle than eridan is (which is to say, sollux is stationary and channelling all of his energy into his psionics, where eridan is able to react and move and cast his Science Spells with more autonomy), all of the force of the pisonics does in fact stem from a captor’s eyes, etc. i believe that not only was it eridan’s hope (or more accurately lack thereof) was just... stronger than sollux’s psionics in the moment, but also the massive strain sollux underwent trying to beat eridan that lead to him getting knocked unconscious. psionics are hard work. using them a little leads to drowsiness, using them a lot leads to exhaustion, and using them too much leads to death, as we see when sollux dies after piloting the meteor. mituna burned himself out in such a way that he almost died (reminiscent of sollux’s half-death). i wouldn’t call him lucky, but it was a close call, for sure.

SPECIFIC TO MITUNA.

‘eli,’ i hear you saying, ‘you literally do not write sollux’. to this i say I KNOW but their powers are BALANCED BY EACH OTHER just stick with me here!! so. i don’t by any means want to discredit sollux -- he is immensely powerful, after all -- but mituna, being older and more relaxed (tbh just in general) in terms of his status as a mutant and his powers (which he actively practised using from a young age) is... more so, when it comes to psionics. i’m also very confident in saying mituna would be incredibly average at programming and such, which is where the balance comes in, yk? two sides of the same coin with different expertise.

mituna was an incredibly powerful psionic to boot. his powers went beyond that of just powering spaceships, telekinesis, levitation, etc -- if used correctly (or, rather, correctly by evil), mituna could have been an incredibly deadly and horrific doomsday weapon. he also had vision twofold, two dreamselves, and,of course, his preminitions about the future, which he tried time and time again to warn others about, to no avail. the trouble is with mituna being who he is (loud, obnoxious bordering on abrasive, mischievous, snarky and cynical by nature but most always up for a bit of fun, essentially a wildcard), it was very easy to not take him seriously, call him biased and move on. mituna assumed that he, as the sole prophet and one of two believers (the other being kurloz, natch) was to be the one to take out the threat he predicted was going to wipe out his friends and doom their session. unfortunately, this was a case of wrong genre savvy -- mituna, being heir of doom, WAS the threat (or, more specifically, his psionics were), and the best outcome of him going to neutralise said threat was always going to be the accident that rendered him changed for good.

however. i am by no means saying that it wasn’t GREATLY thanks to kurloz’ chuckevoodoo and his input that mituna is As Bad As He Is. kurloz was there, accompanied him to this great overexertion and his mind control had some hand in ruining mituna. of course, we have no idea what happened (other than mituna burned himself out heroically, saving everybody only for meenah, who he’d prophesied about all along, to kill them all anyway), but i refuse to believe that kurloz being there doesn’t have some greater bearing on what went down.

now. as for him not knowing if he’s god tier or not: my gut instinct would be no. however. i think his confusion on the matter lends itself to the idea that he may have been close to going god tier -- perhaps getting halfway there (keeping with the two theme) or intending to at least before he burned himself out. as heir is someone who either becomes (literal) or is changed by/inspires change by their aspect (metaphorical), and doom as a class represents sacrifice (metaphorical) and control over death and destruction (literal), i’m okay with saying that god tier mituna would be absolutely formidable, as long as he was his coherent self.

mituna uses his psionics before sgrub, and once he enters the game and crafts his helmet, his specubus becomes ‘helmetkind’ (later ‘hemletkind’, naturally). he can go longer using them than sollux can (and most yellowbloods, actually), but that itself is dangerous, as he can often drain himself without even realising he’s about to do so. not having the psionics is very distressing for him later on, especially as the incident is so fragmented that he doesn’t exactly understand what he did to break his powers so thoroughly. the psionics are not a separate part of mituna -- they are tied so closely to his brain that each affects the other, and destroying his psionics only lead to him being the way he is now, with no way to recover.

#well there IS a way to recover but ar*nea used it on j*ke instead so (:#anyways ik this is a long ass post abt the one hs muse i barely use but i love tuna so much please #MITUNA : always had no brain and two hearts .

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ramennoodlesandnarusasu · 7 years

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could you possibly do a request where naruto is really stressed about hid hokage duties and one night he just breaks down crying because everyone expects do much of him and sasuke cheers him up? A lot of fluff if possible! And thanks!

“Naruto?”

Naruto opened his tired eyes to see Sasuke staring at himlovingly.

“Sasuke?”

Naruto started waking up, stretching out his stiff musclesfrom falling asleep yet again on his table.

“Naruto get up or you will be late for work.”

Naruto jolted up in haste to Sasuke’s comment.

“What time is it?”

“7 am.”

Naruto immediately ran to the bathroom washed his face andteeth, quickly changing into his clothes at the same time and ran out the door.He didn’t even have time to say goodbye to Sasuke who was standing by the doorlooking at him run furiously back to the Hokage tower.

Naruto was surviving on such little hours of sleep lately,not like his normal hours were spectacular but at least he got more than 6hours of sleep. Naruto would be lucky if he got more than 2 hours per nightthis week.

Everything had been piling up, the chunin exams were aroundthe corner and so much crap had happened recently that his mind was literallyabout to implode from the amount of stress it was undertaking.

Naruto jumped through the window, he had no time to waste hewalked over to a pile of urgent papers stacked in the corner of his room andstarted speed writing. He felt like his hand was working triple the speed, untila moment occurred and the words on his paper started to blur due to thevelocity of Naruto’s eyes moving back, forward and across the paper to keep upwith his hands.

“Hey Naruto, did you not get any sleep again tonight?Because you look like shit again.”

Naruto looked up to Kakashi with a very sarcastic face thatsaid ‘no shit’.

“What do you think?”

“Most definitely no if you look like this pile of shit.”

Naruto irritatingly brushed off Kakashi’s comments andrefocused on the papers which laid before him.

“Naruto please don’t kill the messenger, but we have asituation.”

Naruto dug his nails into the wooden desk which had sufferedenough from Naruto’s stress this week, the wood looked bashed and tattered fromthe amount of times Naruto had clawed, punched and kicked it out offrustration.

Naruto was ready to receive another thing on top ofeverything that he already had.

“For fuck sake, what else could go wrong?”

“Shikamaru has reported strange activity in the forest westfrom here, it seems like a couple of rouge ninja have found their way to Konohabut we should be able to handle them on our own.”

Naruto rubbed his temples to find some form of release tohis throbbing migraine.

“Fuck okay, um… Go round up a team of elite shinobi and backup Shikamaru.”

“On it.”

Kakashi was gone in a quick blink leaving a trail of cloudsafter him.

Naruto looked at his papers which all had red marks sayingurgent on them and turned around to see the beautiful sunny day. He let out adeep sigh, wishing so desperately he could be out there again, doing missions, venturingthe road less traveled. But his Hokage duties were constant and at timesbrutal. The amount of time and dedication being Hokage demanded was somethinghe was never prepared for, or at least forewarned about.

The hours were heavy, his social life was slowly crumblingaround him, he saw people close to him slowly back away to give him space so hecould focus. But that meant losing valuable relationships in his life, losing timefor friends and fun and ultimately losing time to be with Sasuke. Naruto wasworried, extremely worried that Sasuke was going to say he didn’t want to bewith Naruto anymore because all he did was work, he had that terrifying thoughtin the back of his mind for a while now and it haunted him everyday.

Naruto needed to stop thinking about everything but work, heneeded to focus, he had a job, actually a responsibility to be the best Hokagethere ever was. And now that he was here he would have to show them that theychoose the right guy.

Naruto furiously started to write and read the urgentdocuments, signing and finalizing various papers which would heavily impact theupcoming year in Konoha. He only wished that the decisions he made today werethe correct ones and that his choices wouldn’t come back to bite him in thebutt later on.

“Naruto, have you finished the papers on the expansion?”

Naruto frantically started thinking about the 50 trillionpapers he had signed off today.

“Uh…. Fuck Kiba, I did. But it’s in this giant ass pile. Canyou possibly look for it because I have to keep going?”

“God Naruto how hard do they have you working that you can’tfind a paper?”

“You have no fucking idea Kiba.”

Naruto kept writing the next lot of papers, looking throughthe fine print for water access into the village and the new proposition forlowering water demands in the village. He tried to wrap his head around themassive figures and statistics on the paper but ultimately it made no sense tohim, as much as he re-read it nothing clicked in his brain.

“You look like your struggling there?”

“Fuck I need Shikamaru. Any chance you can find him and tellhim to come in?”

“What am I your errand boy now?”

“Oh, please Kiba I’lle make it up to you?”

“Fuck fine, only because I don’t want you to assign me shitjobs.”

“Wise decision, thanks Kiba.”

Kiba left the Hokage tower feeling annoyed Naruto had himrunning his errands but secretly deep down he knew Naruto could use all thehelp he could get, he looked like he was about to have a mental break down fromlack of sleep and raging amount of stress. If it wasn’t evident enough by theamount of papers piled in his room, his sagging eyes which screamed lack ofsleep were also big indicators.

Kiba walked down the streets, kicking the rocks on the roadout of his way.

He heard a very familiar voice talking around the corner, itsounded like Sasuke.

Kiba thought he had enough time to complain to the Hokage’sboyfriend about how annoying Naruto was for sending him on some annoying errandsso he decided to turn the corner and find were Sasuke was hiding.

“Do you think these are nice?”

“Oh, yer they are beautiful, just like you.”

“Hm… they sure are pretty.”

Kiba was shocked by what he was hearing. He sneakily lookedaround the corner, peering so he could only see a slither of Sasuke talking toa very attractive man at the flower shop.

Was he cheating on Naruto? What was he going to say? Hecouldn’t stay quiet, but Naruto would be heart broken.

“I’lle get these” Sasuke pointed at a bunch of yellowflowers.

“Great choice handsome.”

“Hm., yer if I do so say myself they are really pretty.”

Kiba turned away, hastily running away from the scene. Hewas panting and over analysing everything he just saw.

Naruto had been sitting down writing, reading and signingfor nearly 11 hours straight at this point, he didn’t even know what time itwas or even if it was a different day but he didn’t care he just had to keepworking. The elders expected his presentation to be ready for tomorrow, thedesign and curriculum of the new ninja academy was given to him and he wasgoing to do everything in his power to do his best.

Naruto heard a faint knock on his door and slightly got irritatedby it.

“Come in.”

Kiba walked in with slump shoulders.

“Hey Naruto.”

“Kiba, great did you speak to Shikamaru?”

“Yep, he said he can be over in 20 minutes he is justfinishing helping Kakashi.”

Naruto could sense something was wrong with Kiba he seemedoff, he didn’t have time to waste, but he also wasn’t a shit friend and didn’twant to brush Kiba off if something was bothering him.

Naruto needed to figure out how to be a decent human beingand be good at his job without compromising anything.

“Is something bothering you?”

“Uh, nothing don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, come on Kiba, tell me, I know something is up.”

Kiba hesitated but ultimately decided to spill his secrets.

“Naruto, I might be over analysing or saw something thatisn’t true, but I just thought you ought to know.”

Naruto’s mind was now fully fixated on Kiba, he anxiouslywaited the words which would come out of Kiba’s mouth, scared it might besomething he didndt want to hear, or something he couldn’t deal with right now.

“I saw Sasuke with another guy…”

Naruto’s heart stopped the room became quite the air suddenlydropped a thousand degrees. He couldn’t focus on anything his head felt foggedwith a thousand emotions.

“I don’t know what I saw but he seemed really close to himand the guy was obviously flirting with Sasuke, and he didn’t say anything hejust casually went along with his flirting, I really hope I’m wrong I justthought you should know.”

Naruto gulped down harshly, feeling his throat close inresponse. He felt as though he was struggling to breathe, like someone washolding his lungs shut.

“Oh, don’t worry Kiba it properly was his friend, thank youfor looking out for me though, if that Is all I have to continue.”

“Oh okay, I’lle leave you be.”

“Thank you Kiba, really that was very nice of you.”

Kiba sent a friendly wave to Naruto and left through hisfront door.

Naruto started to focus on the papers again, trying hishardest to focus on the words in front of him, but all he saw was Sasuke withanother guy, they looked close, flirting. He tried to highlight a sentence buthis hands were shaking furiously.

He tried to push through, but tears started to fall onto thepaper and his vision was no more than blurred clouds of salty tears.

Naruto flung the papers aside harshly, slamming his pen downat the same time. He stood up abruptly and went to the corner or his room.Looking out to the village through the large windows, he saw his reflection,his dark sagged eyes filled to the brim with hot tears. His weak physic and hispathetic self, looking back at him, just looking.

If he was better at this, better at being Hokage, better atnumbers and figures and just fucking better at his job maybe Sasuke wouldn’t betrying to find another guy right now? Maybe this was all his fault?

He was so fucking down, the tears kept rolling down hischeeks, falling one by one creating a small stream of pain, sadness, stress andultimately failure.

“Naruto, you called for me?”

Naruto quickly wiped away his tears and turned around toface Shikamaru

“Are you okay Naruto?”

Naruto nodded quickly and brought Shikamaru forward.

“Yer I’m just tired, can you look at this please and try toexplain what the fuck they are trying to say, the statistics on this paper justmakes zero sense to me.”

Shikamaru looked at the paper with an inquisitive facescanning everything with fine detail like most geniuses did.

“Wow, this is quite detailed. Are you sure you want me to goover all of it, it’s quite detailed it might take me a while to go through allof it?”

“Yer go on, it’s not like I am in a rush to get home oranything.”

Shikauramaru looked at Naruto with a confused look.

“Sasuke won’t be waiting for you?”

“Nope his out with a mate.”

“Oh okay, well then, let’s start from the beginning.”

3 am

Naruto closed his door and walked out the Hokage tower, hewas in no rush to face Sasuke right now. He was too tired to fight and tooemotionally unstable to hear that he was leaving him. He thought if he slept onthe couch and left in an hour or two, Sasuke wouldnt even wake up and hearNaruto coming in or out.

Naruto quietly opened his house, trying his best not to wakeSasuke to avoid any fights that would properly be coming soon.

His house was lit with tiny candles everywhere, soft violinwas playing in the back ground and beautiful yellow flowers where in a vasewhich had sticky note on them. He went forward to read the note that had abeautiful message from Sasuke.

-These flowers are foryou, let them brighten your day just like you brighten mine, my beautifulsunshine.-

Naruto picked up the most beautiful sunflowers he had everseen in his life, they were bunched together with a soft yellow ribbion whichtied the 10 flowers together.

“Funny story about those flowers, the guy at the shop washell trying to flirt with me so I would buy more but I was pretty set on those,because they remind me of you.”

Naruto turned around to see Sasuke standing in the midst ofdimly lit candles. Suddenly his head ache, anger and tiredness had allvanished.

“Sasuke, what is all of this?”

“Well let’s just say I pulled a few strings and got you theday off tomorrow, so… if you would like to follow me?”

Naruto’s heart was pounding loudly within his chest and hisskin vibrated when it came into contact with Sasuke hand as if each cell on hishand wanted to be closer and closer, until two became one.

Naruto was being dragged by Sasuke to the bathroom, as soon as he was in the bathroomhis eyes were met with a sight of pure bliss. The bathroom was lit withtwinkling fairy lights which were placed all around the place. The bath wasfull of bouncing bubbles which were accompanied by warm water and drizzled withrose petals scattered on top of this scenic view There were candles by thewindow and a towel freshely pressed on the towel holder.

“Okay, either I’lle rip your clothes off or you can. Thoughnot going to lie I would rather do it.”

Naruto chuckled lightly looking happily into Sasuke’s eyes.

“Sasuke, I can’t believe you…”

“Uh… no words just change.”

Naruto looked at Sasuke cheekily and walked closer to hispartener so their bodies were no longer separated. He slowly kissed Sasukes neck, tickling himin the process.

“Naruto, you know I’m ticklish.”

Sasuke started to laugh but quickly pushed him away.

“Naruto get changed or I will attack you.”

“Hm I guess you will have to do it your self.”

Sasuke looked up with lustful eyes, his fingers lingered onNaruto’s cheeks furiously fighting back the temptation to not remove all ofNaruto’s clothes and take him into the bedroom.

“You are torturing me, but today is for you to relax and asmuch as sex sounds like heaven to me, its not going to relax you at all.”

“Shame.”

Naruto started to kiss Sasukes cheeks, moving down to bitehis lower lip. Sasuke started pulling up Naruto’s shirt to reveal an extremelyripped body. He slowly pulled down his pants and boxers so he was left bare.

“Fuck this is difficult, here take ya dam rope and get inthe bath.”

Naruto chuckled but did as he was told and as much astempting Sasuke was fun a bath actually sounded like heaven for his aching bodyand mind.

As soon as Naruto touched the water his skin leapt inhappiness. His muscles relaxed soothing into the warm sensation that was thebubble bath warm silky water.

His mind entered a state of absolute relaxation, he couldfelt the enormous pile of stress built in every corner of his body release. Heopened his eyes and Sasuke was staring lovingly at him, watching Naruto like hewas the most important person that mattered in his universe.

“So Naruto don’t laugh…but I may have learnt something foryou.”

Naruto curiously looked at Sasuke whilst playing with thebubbles which floated around his knees.

“Uh, what is it?”

“Give me two secs.”

Sasuke left quickly and went off to the bedroom, Narutoheard shuffing and banging. He was superbly curious about what the hell Sasukewas on about.

Sasuke walked in with a classical guitar looking enormouslyshy.

“Holy shit you learnt to play the guitar?”

“Shut up usuratonkachi.”

Sasuke walked over to the bath and sat on the edge, hecarefully placed his slender hands on the cords and looked up to Naruto.

“Well, this is the most humiliating thing you will ever see,so… if you laugh at me I swear I will chidori your ass to the ground.”

Naruto chuckled a little then smiled cheekily.

“Go on Sasuke I wont laugh, or at least I’lle try.”

Sasuke raised his eyebrow in slight annoyance but decided notto already destory Naruto with his guitar.

“Okay here goes nothing.”

Sasuke started playing a beautiful tune that melted into thesteamy air, each cord played sounded like heaven had touched Narutos ears. Thesoft tune played softly caressing every fiber in Naruto’s body. The rose petalsfloating on top of the waters surface seemed to dance in tune with guitar.

Naruto was in total ecstasy, his body and mind were being transportedto the hills of spain. As he laid there in his hammock brushed by the silkyfabric of water he lost all recollection that he was actually at home and inthe bath tub.

Sasuke tapped Naruto gently, brushing away damp hair whichdangled closely around his eyes.

“Babe you feel asleep.”

Naruto looked around, sad that his dream of spain and sweetclassical guitar had ended.

He was astonished by how quickly he had been cradled tosleep by the soft tunes of Sasuke’s playing, what shocked him more is howSasuke had learnt to play so beautifully without him noticing, was he that busyat work that he hadn’t noticed it?

“Sasuke, how did you learn to play so beautifully, youliterally serenaded me to sleep?”

Sasuke brought over a towel for Naruto and helped him out ofthe tub.

“Well to be honest I only started last month, you have beenso busy and stressed lately that I thought I would try do something nice foryou.”

Naruto looked at this man, actually at this angel, evenbetter yet at this god amongst men. Not only was he able to pick up an instrumentand play it like an expert in one month, he was also the most caring andbeautiful person on this planet.

“Hm, did you know I love you Sasuke?”

Sasuke had a small smirk on his face, his cheeks turned asoft pink, “I may be aware.”

Naruto was so blissfully happy in this moment with hispartner, he didn’t want to waste a minute longer not fully appreciating everymuscle, fiber and cell of Sasuke.

Naruto took Sasuke’s hand and dragged him to the bedroom. Hethrough Sasuke onto the bed with enough force to not actually hurt the man.

“Wooh, Naruto your tired, its okay go to bed we can continuethis tomorrow.”

Naruto cheekily smirked, he looked at his phone which was onthe cabinet next to him, the time shined in the dark room, iluminating 4.30am.

“It is tomorrow.”

Naruto let go off his towel and dimmed the light down,enough to still see the curves and dips of Sasukes body.

#snshood family #sns #sasunaru #narusasu #sasunarusasu #askmequestions #ask #submission #answered #took me forever im so so sorry #lol

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takemeawaytocamelot · 7 years

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Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 4

Well since @tammywt was so kind as to ask nicely and @shamelessmiraclemaker also asked nicely, I’ll post this chapter. Monday and Tuesday I have finals I have to write, so I won’t be online at all. Don’t worry, the new Vegas chapter will still post on Tuesday no matter what.

MASSIVE thank you to @diversemediums for her AMAZEBALLS brain. Seriously. She’s pretty incredible. And also to one of my favorite nurses (I don’t care what you say, you’re a nurse to me) @outlandishchridhe for making sure my writing about injury and medical practices was accurate. Catch up on previous installments below:

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Claire sat curled up on the couch, blanket tucked in around her, as she nursed her glass of wine. Geillis would be home soon more than likely and Claire could only hope she’d return alone. Picking up the TV remote, Claire flipped through the channels aimlessly, wanting to settle on something that didn’t require her to think or follow a complex plot. She finally settled on some reality program and let her mind rest.

But she felt restless, like there was something important that she’d forgotten. An urge to get up and move about the apartment came over her like an ocean wave, as strong as it was sudden. It had been a long day at the hospital, checking on her patients after their operations. All she really wanted was a quiet night at home where she could turn her mind off and not be anything, yet here she was, mind racing and thoughts bouncing to and fro like an internal tennis match.

She shook herself back to reality when a key in the door unlocked the deadbolt. Claire set down her empty glass and pulled herself out of the slouch she’d fallen into. Geillis waltzed in, face a little flushed and hair slightly out of sorts.

“Good night, then?”

“Oh, quite,” she said with a predatory smile.

“I take it he was a quick one, or you’d have brought him home.”

“Weel, I kent you’d be here. So I shagged him at the bar.”

Claire snorted.

“Not on it, I hope.”

“Of course not. Now… What have yoooouuuu been doing all evening?”

Geillis plopped herself down on the couch, dropping her heels on the floor beside her.

“Just watching some reality program. Nothing exciting. It was a long day.”

“You didn’t go and see that psychic lad again?”

“Again? Geillis, how many times must I tell you. I saw him the day you dragged me there and never again.”

Emerald green eyes narrowed at her, disbelieving. Frank had told her once never to play poker because she was a rubbish liar. She’d never seen the point in lying to begin with, so it hadn’t really mattered. But something about Jamie, about the time they’d spent together, made her hide the information from Geillis.

“But why!? Claire! He asked you back! You took my appointment with him and then he asked you back for another personal reading!”

“As I’ve said at least a dozen times since then, Geillis Duncan, I don’t believe in psychics or spirits or true love. It’s all fairy tales given to children.”

Geillis waved her hand in a dismissive manner and headed off to her bedroom. Judging by the strength of the whiskey on her breath, she’d be passed out within a quarter hour. So, Claire turned the reality program back on and watched it for a while. Still… This nagging sensation in the back of her mind…

With a huff, she got to her feet and dug around the flat for a scrap piece of paper. After scribbling a note, Claire grabbed her keys and went out.

Geillis - Went out for a walk. Be back soon. Don’t worry.

The cool night air bit at her cheeks as she walked, but it soothed her. There was no destination to her walking, she only wanted the movement and fresh air. As she gradually began to relax, her thoughts wandered back to Jamie. True, he’d asked that she not tell anyone he was a Scot. But he hadn’t asked her to conceal her entire visit altogether. That had been… Instinct?

Flashes of that strange, shared dream had come back to her nearly every night. The feel of his lips on her neck, his teeth moving down her chest, the way his fingers moved so deftly in her-

Shaking her head again, she reminded herself it had been his vision, not hers. That thought, however, reminded her of his sudden migraine. The unknown cause was bad enough, but even he’d said it was unusual. Before she could think about it, her feet turned and started taking her down to his shop. They’d never exchanged personal numbers, so she had no other way to contact him.

“Besides,” she muttered to herself. “He claims to be an all powerful psychic. He’ll see me coming. Probably knew I was coming before I did.”

When she arrived at the shop, she noticed the lights were all on. Blinking up at the door, she tried to remember all the turns she’d taken to get there, but couldn’t. She felt as if she’d been entranced and had come to this place completely without thought.

If the lights were on, someone should be home. Stepping up to the door, she knocked on it gently. It swung open on silent hinges as if it had been expecting her.

“Odd,” she said quietly. “He’s not usually one for being creepy.”

Right, she thought. Because you know him so well? You’ve spent maybe two hours with him in the last two weeks and you ‘know’ he’s not one for being creepy? Get a hold of yourself, Beauchamp.

Walking slowly, she moved down the same hall he’d taken her twice. Something about the place felt… off.

“Hello? Is anyone home?”

A deep grunt was her only greeting and she went in search of it.

“Hello?” she called again. “I’m not sure where you are. I’ve only come to help.”

“Here,” answered a voice she didn’t recognize.

What she did recognize, however, was the thread of pain in it. Moving faster, she turned a corner into a kitchen and found him sitting on the floor. He leaned against the wall, one arm clutched protectively over his ribs. One eye was swollen shut, his bottom lip was split, and Claire suspected he had a decent head wound somewhere, judging from the blood coating one side of his face.

“Who the devil are ye?!” he demanded, free hand groping for something to defend himself with.

“Claire!” she said, holding up her hands. “Claire Beauchamp!”

“What do ye want?”

“I only came to see if Jamie was alright. He got a nasty migraine a while back when I was here and I wanted to check if it had come back or gotten worse! I only came to help!”

She knelt down beside him and began prodding his head gently. He yelped and jerked his head away when she found the gash in his scalp, right near a decently sized lump.

“Aye, I ken I’ll need stitches. And I’ve broken my ribs again. I’ll do.”

“Wait,” she blinked down at him, tearing her eyes from the lump on his head. “You’re Scottish too?”

The one eye that wasn’t swollen shut darted up and met hers, wariness and rage warring in it.

“What do ye ken about the lad?”

“That he believes he’s a powerful psychic and he’s got to hide from someone or something. I know we had the same dream about two weeks ago.”

“Who do ye work for?! How did ye find us!”

Claire lurched back when a knife came suddenly to her throat.

“I don’t work for anyone! You mustn't move like that! You’re only going to cause yourself more pain. And who the bloody hell are you?”

“Jamie’s guardian.”

Getting up, she went to the sink and wet a rag to clean him off with.

“Your name?”

His good eye narrowed in a glare and Claire returned the look, with interest.

“Look, I don’t work for anyone. I sort of had a feeling I needed to come here, so I did. All I wanted to do was make sure he was alright.”

With the blood cleaned off his face, he didn’t look too bad. A little dour maybe, but not as angry as he’d first seemed.

“The lad needs ye.”

“Where is he?”

“Tell me… Are ye true to him? Ye really willna betray him to… them.”

Heaving a sigh, she got to her feet, anxious to find Jamie and find out what the bloody hell was going on.

“Given that I don’t have any bloody clue who they are, no. I won’t betray him. I already promised I’d keep his secret. He knows mine.”

After what felt an eternity he nodded once.

“I’m Murtagh. Jamie made it upstairs to the panic room. We converted the attic. Go upstairs to the library, second door on the left. Pull the book wi’ the red spine that says The Truth About the ‘45. That’ll open the door. Jamie will be inside. I canna get up the stairs wi’ these ribs.”

Taking the stairs two at a time, she paused on the landing and counted the doors on the left hand side. The library wasn’t quite what she’d expected. She’d thought it would be like any old library, filled with old books that were rarely touched. What she found was the oddest assortment of books she’d ever seen, all with creased spines and well-worn pages.

How much time does Jamie spend in here, she wondered.

Peering carefully at the unfamiliar collection, she found the bright red spine that read The Truth About the ‘45 and pulled it. A quiet click sounded before the entire case began swinging away from the wall. Claire leapt back and looked down, seeing a small trail of blood droplets.

“Jesus H…”

“M…”

“Jamie?”

“Murggaahh…”

She rushed into the brightly lit room and turned in a slow circle. Jamie was propped against a wall, much like Murtagh had been, but was in much worse condition.

“Jesus H. Bloody Christ!”

Both of his eyes were nearly swollen shut, blood trickled from his nose in an alarmingly steady stream, his face was a webwork of bruises and scrapes, the knuckles on both hands were raw and bloody. His left hand was pressed against his side and she could see the drying blood staining his skin. Puncture? How deep? How long had he been bleeding?

Not long, by the looks of the small puddle on the floor. The tiny slits of ever-changing blue met her eyes and widened a little.

“Ssncchh,” he mumbled.

“Hush,” she said, dropping to her knees. “You don’t need to speak. Let me take care of you, alright?”

Her hand brushed his shoulder and he winced, causing her to look at it more carefully. She realized his shoulder was completely out of joint, which must be agonizing.

“I need to put your shoulder right. But it’s not in the right position. It’ll hurt like hell, but I promise it’ll feel better when it goes back. Are you ready?”

Eyes locked on hers, he nodded once and she began rolling his arm around, feeling for the right alignment.

“One… Two…” before she got to three, she snapped the shoulder back in place.

Jamie’s whole body went rigid and he muffled a cry. Before a sound could come out, he slumped back and relaxed.

“Th… Thank ye,” he mumbled, voice rasping.

“Oh you won’t be thanking me in a minute. What the hell have you and Murtagh done? Gotten into a fight with an elephant?”

He shrugged and winced at the movement.

“Do you have any sort of medkit around? There’s only so much I can do with my bare hands.”

“In… The cupboard. Red bag.”

Claire got to her feet and rummaged around until she found the medkit. It wasn’t as small as she’d been expecting, almost the size of a duffle. Bringing it with her, she set it down and began looking through it. She needed to listen to his breathing, make sure that stab wound wasn’t too deep. Pulling out the stethoscope, she pressed it to his chest and closed her eyes. Heartbeat. Breathing. Clear lung sounds, which was excellent. No punctured lung then. That meant she could stitch up the wound and finish examining the rest of him. But she needed a clear, clean area, so she cut away his shirt, laying the bloody fabric aside.

It was only oozing a little, but the area around it was smudged with blood. Looking around the room quickly, she spotted a small sink. She waited until the water warmed a little before putting the stopper in. Lathering a fresh bar of soap, she soaked a clean cloth in it before returning to him. Careful not to let the soapy water into the wound, she cleaned around it as best she could. By some miracle, this medkit had anesthetic in it.

“This will help numb you a bit so I can check for debris before I close it up, alright?”

He nodded.

She filled a syringe with the anesthetic before injecting all around the wound and waited a few minutes before gently poking near the wound. When he didn’t flinch away or yelp, she took it as her cue. Another syringe, without a needle, sat filled with sterile saline. With it, she irrigated the wound to clear it of any debris that might have found a way in. As carefully as she could, she peeled apart the edges of the wound to take one last look.

“Alright soldier, looks like it’s clean. Time to close you up.”

Claire took a deep, steadying breath, and began closing up the stab wound. It went faster than she’d expected and she was quite pleased with her work when she looked down at it.

“Now,” she said, stretching her back a little. “Let’s have a look at the rest of you.”

“Is… Is Murtagh…”

“He’s alive, but with bruised or broken ribs. I’m not sure. He wouldn’t let me look at him until after I’d tended you. Did they stab you anywhere else?”

“No, they didna.”

Nodding to herself, she cut away the rest of his shirt and hissed at the dark bruises already forming. She cleaned the blood off his skin to check for any lacerations. Most of the bleeding on his face had come from his nose. Thankfully, that flood had ceased. She wiped gingerly around his face, but only found more bruising. A few places where the skin had broken open, likely due to someone’s fist, were already clotting. There wasn’t much she could do for the split lip at this point, but it too had stopped oozing.

“Well, you don’t have anything more serious going on. How’s your head?”

“Throbbin’ a bit.”

“Like the migraine you had last time I was here?”

He nodded shortly.

“A bit. No’ quite so bad. Weel, it was earlier, but no’ as much now.”

Claire exhaled, wiping her brow with the back of her hand as she sat back on her heels and met his eyes squarely.

“Now, would you care to tell me just what the hell happened here?”

Jamie took as deep a breath he could with his new stitches and nodded again.

“Aye, ye deserve the truth. Ye ken I’m no’ English. I’m hiding out, trying to stay clear of a group that kens how powerful I could be. They want to unleash my power and use it for their own gains. All I want is to have a quiet life, help people when I can. I dinna want to ken the fate of a city or country or entire people.”

“And they want to use you?”

“Aye, they do. Been hunting me for years, ever since…”

The blue of his eyes suddenly shifted into a deep, dark tone.

“Ach, weel. I thought you’d come back, ye ken. I’d seen ye in the hallway, in a different vision, so I thought the knock was you. I see now that the vision I had was you coming in alone, concerned, no’ as I’d thought before.”

“They blitzed you?”

“Something like that, aye. As soon as I kent it wasna you, I called for Murtagh. He’s my godfather, ken? Swore to my mother on her deathbed that he’d keep me safe as if I was his own child. He’s good in a fight, especially an unexpected one like this. I dinna think they meant to stab me, I think they were aimin’ at Murtagh. I just got in the way. But he kept them busy until I could get up here and safe.”

Claire nodded slowly. Jamie visibly relaxed at that, then let out a stifled groan with the movement.

“We really should get you to a hospital.”

“No!” he said, wincing and clutching at his side. “No. That’s the first place they’ll look for me.”

“But-”

“Please,” he said, “please, Claire. Ye canna take me there.”

The look of absolute terror in his eyes swayed her, against her better judgement.

“Fine. But I need to get downstairs and examine Murtagh. He took a nasty blow to the head and I’m afraid he’ll need stitches too. And I’m not leaving you alone up here. Come on, I’ll help you up.”

Taking hold of his left hand, she braced herself and helped him to his feet. He wobbled a little, but a hand on her shoulder helped him steady himself.

“How’s the head.”

“It’s… Starting to hurt a bit.”

His eyes were glazing over as he swayed on his feet.

“Jamie?”

***

“No, mo ghraidh… dinna go just yet.”

She giggled contentedly and nuzzled against him.

“I have to, I’m sorry. If I’m not in the surgery soon, they’ll come looking.”

“I’m no’ ready to let ye go yet…”

With a growl, he rolled above her, pinning her down.

“You brute!”

“Aye! I’m a brute! And I have ye at my mercy!”

Peals of laughter echoed in the small room, filling him with indescribable joy.

“Jamie?”

He swayed again, reaching for the wall to keep from toppling over all together. Everything hurt. Then, it was as if every ounce of pain in his body had moved behind it eyes..

“Christ my head…”

His vision began to blur, though not from visions.

“Damn it, your nose is bleeding again.”

She vanished from his sight for a moment before she returned, gently pushing something into his nose. He resisted the urge to sneeze, but was happy to realize blood was no longer running down his face.

“How bad is the pain? Scale of one to ten, ten being unbearable, excruciating pain?”

“Six and a half.”

“Honestly?”

“Seven.”

Her cool, soft hands held his face between them, keeping his head from wobbling.

“Do you mind if I try something?”

“I dinna mind.”

“Is the pain in your temples?”

“Aye.”

Then her long, elegant fingers pressed against his head. Without meaning to, he leaned into the pressure, eyes drawing closed. A lifetime might have passed right by him in those moments and he never would have noticed. All he knew was the connection they had, the way she drew the pain out of his head.

When she pulled her hands back, he nearly fell over. She smiled up at him, golden eyes glittering.

“Better?”

“Aye, much better. Thank ye.”

“Can you walk now, you think?”

“Verra slowly, but aye. I can walk.”

It took some time, but they got down the stairs and back to the kitchen. Murtagh wasn’t on the floor, at least, but he looked half dead. Half his face was caked with dried blood, his hair matted with it as well.

“Alright soldier, your turn.”

Jamie eased into a chair and took some amount of pleasure in watching Murtagh go through the same examination he’d just finished. She stitched up his scalp and cleaned the blood from his face and beard.

When she was satisfied they were both as cleaned up as she could make them, she sat down with a huff.

“Will they come back?”

“No’ tonight. Stabbing Jamie will likely get them in trouble. It was meant for me.”

“So why not kill you and wait for Jamie to emerge?”

Murtagh shrugged and Jamie envied the ease of his movement.

“Dinna ken. But they’ll no’ be back tonight. Ye can head home, lass. I’ve got Jamie.”

“Not with that head wound. I’m not going anywhere until I’m sure the both of you are,” she interrupted herself with a yawn. “Until you’re stable.”

Jamie glanced up at Murtagh, who’s good eye was locked on Claire. He had the most curious expression on his face, one Jamie couldn’t figure out.

“Get some rest, lass. I’m no’ falling asleep for a good while yet.”

“I couldn’t possibly,” she said, yawning again.

Claire leaned forward and folded her arms on the table, resting her head on top of them. She was asleep a moment later.

“Did she touch ye?” Murtagh asked in a harsh whisper.

“What?” Jamie asked, staring blearily at his godfather. “Why?”

“Just answer the bloody question. Did she touch ye?”

Jamie felt his frown deepen.

“Aye… She did.”

“When? What was happening?”

“She’d got me on my feet to come down to she could tend ye. I started havin’ a vision again. The pain was awful. Thought my head was gonna burst. And then she… I dinna ken what it was, Murtagh. But it was beautiful. Like she just reached in and pulled the pain out.”

“And the vision?”

Jamie shook his head before wincing.

“It was over before she did anything. Murtagh, what does this mean? You kent Mam and Da, Willie. I dinna ken what’s happening to me.”

Murtagh made a valiant effort at smiling, though it ended up looking more garish than soothing. It did nothing to tame the fear churning inside him. His visions were getting out of control and he didn’t know what to do. Anyone who might have helped him, who’d gone through this before, was dead. Jenny didn’t have the same powers and not in the same intensity. Loathe as he was to admit it, Jamie was growing fearful of his own power.

“You’re growing, lad. I didna see Brian come into his full powers, ken. But I saw what Ellen did for him a time or two. They were a True Pair, aye? Meant for one another.”

“Aye, Jenny said so. Mam broke an engagement wi’ another man to marry Da.”

Murtagh waved his hand dismissively.

“Ach. That was part of it. But yer da was one of the most powerful psychics in the world. His visions were strong, like yours are, started causin’ him problems. Until he met Ellen. What she did for him… I dinna ken if there’s words strong enough for it. But the look on your face was the same he had after Ellen healed him.”

“Mam was… Mam was a healer?”

“Aye, like yon Claire.”

A tight ache formed in Jamie’s chest at the thought of his mother. He didn’t remember much about her, and only had a few photographs of her. Murtagh had known her for a long time, though he didn’t speak of it often.

“What does it mean?” he asked, heart pounding. “That she’s a healer like Mam?”

“It means ye need to keep her close, aye? If yer visions get worse, like Brian’s did, they could rightly kill ye. Ye need her.”

A sudden realization hit Jamie like a ton of bricks.

“Da didna die of a stroke, did he?”

Murtagh shook his head slowly.

“No, lad. It was his visions what killed him. We only had it written up as a stroke, to try and keep you and Jenny safe. Losing Ellen meant he had no healer to keep the visions from getting too strong.”

Jamie looked at Claire, sleeping peacefully in front of him. A dark tendril of curly hair brushed her pale cheek, making her look heartbreakingly young and innocent. He swallowed and shook his head.

“She’s got a man, Murtagh, a life. I canna ask her to gi’ that up.”

“When ye first read her tea leaves, and then her palms, what did ye see?”

Jamie closed his eyes to recall the images.

“No, lad! Dinna do it that way or you’ll start bleedin’ again and she needs time to recover. Just think, dinna call it up again. Use memory, not power.”

Rather than recall the images, he recalled the memories.

“I told her she had a choice to make, her life branched into two paths. One was uneventful, but comfortable. The other was more exciting. Neither would bring destruction.”

“What do ye think that means?”

“I dinna ken,” Jamie complained, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I try not to interpret things for other people, ye ken that. And I dinna look into my own future.”

Murtagh nodded slowly.

“Aye. But maybe just think about what that might mean for her. And for you. She already keeps your secrets. And she was drawn here tonight, like she kent ye needed her. Your power calls to hers, they compliment each other, ken. Ye need her, but she needs you too.”

Jamie’s eyes moved to Claire again, her mouth hanging slightly open in sleep. He wondered if she would have kept herself awake under more normal circumstances.

“Did it hurt her? When she healed me?”

“Dinna ken, but I dinna think so. Ellen explained it to me like this. It’s no’ so much that she takes the pain into herself, but she channels it out o’ you.”

“And it willna hurt her?”

“As long as she doesna go too far, no," Murtagh responded, shaking his head. His good eye moved to Claire, exhausted and dead to the world, and his expression softened. "This was, I’d be willin’ to bet, the first time she did this sort o’ healing. I’m surprised she made it down the stairs, let alone stitched me up.”

Jamie took in the sight of her; her pale skin; her brown, curly hair ruffling over her shoulders. If left in that position, she would wake up sore. He couldn’t bear the thought of her in any sort of pain. “What are ye thinkin’ lad?"

Jamie knew, if left in that position, she would wake up sore. He couldn’t bear the thought of her in any sort of pain.

“That Claire willna wake verra happy if we leave her slumped over like a sack of grain.”

Murtagh rolled his eye.

“And just how do ye expect us to get her onto the couch?”

“No’ the couch. She saved our lives tonight. The spare bedroom, at least.”

The eye went wide enough that Jamie half worried it would fall out of his head.

“Up the stairs?! Have ye gone mad? Claire didna say ye’d been clouted o’er the heid!”

Jamie started to shrug, but caught himself.

“I havena been clouted o’er the head, Murtagh. Maybe I’ve gone mad, but she did save our lives.”

Murtagh pursed his lips, wincing as the split began oozing again.

“Aye. And ye’ve a useless arm. How do ye propose we get her up the stairs? Magic?!”

Jamie rolled his eyes.

“Ye have visions, Jamie. Ye dinna lift things with yer mind.”

“Come on. I’ll no’ leave her here.”

Between the two of them, they somehow got her up the stairs. There was one moment when Jamie was sure Murtagh was about to drop her, but they kept themselves together. Murtagh lay her on the bed and left, seeing no other need. Jamie heard him shuffle down the stairs and putter about the kitchen.

Jamie struggled for a moment before removing her shoes, setting them on the floor beside the bed. Then he brushed back the curls on her forehead, staring at her beautiful face. Before he knew what he was doing, he leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of her head.

“Rest, mo ghraidh,” he whispered in Gaelic, the endearment from his vision coming all too easily in the present. His thumb softly stroked her cheek. "Get peace while you can, for I fear your life has been thrown into chaos by mine.”

Continue to Part 5

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