#but i am so deeply enraged every time i think about him hurting my baby. i rationalised it away at the time but looking back. fucking hell.
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hello lovely!! i’ve been getting back into star wars lately and i’ve been loving your fics!! and i was wondering if i could make a request?? sort of like,, anakin but he doesn’t turn to the dark side type thing?? like he maybe confesses he’s scared to lose you and you help him through it?? maybe obi wan helps out?? honestly you can take it however you want :)) ty ty
anakin skywalker x reader || rewritten
summary || a rots fix it fic where i take many liberties and give anakin a support system + everyone gets better communication and we think about how it would perhaps end differently
warnings || hella canon divergence, angst w/ a happy ending, some violence (non graphic and not super described)
words || 5.1k (i am legit shocked)
a/n || hello and thank you!! i’m so glad you’ve been loving my fics! this fic was honestly super challenging for me and it ended up being the longest thing i’ve ever written. i made some big changes and lots of smaller ones, but each one was fully intentional. i really, really hope y’all like it <3
main masterlist || anakin masterlist
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Anakin awoke with a start, chest heaving and covered in sweat. He was gripping the blankets as he tried to ground himself, frantically looking around as if to discern between reality and the horrid dreamscape his mind created. He whipped his head to the side, visibly relaxing as he saw you staring up at him, a confused look on your face.
You were no stranger to Anakin’s nightmares but this one seemed unlike any he’d ever had. You slept curled into him and, thus, his jolt caused one of your own. Unsure if he wanted your touch just yet, you reached out to him with the Force. Panic, loss, grief, fear, terror, insecurity. You looked into his eyes, watching as they slowly cleared and he registered your presence. He blinked quickly, trying to clear the tears from his vision and gave you a slight nod.
Reaching a tentative hand to his shoulder, you suppressed a gasp as you felt him shudder beneath you. You quietly whispered his name and placed a finger under his jaw, guiding his face to yours. You nodded back at him and opened your arms in silent invitation. He crawled into your embrace as you pulled him impossibly close to you, situating yourself against the headboard so you could better wrap yourself around his shaking body. Choked sobs erupted from his lips, each one tearing a hole in your heart. As he finally let himself cry with his face buried into your neck, you held him. By the Maker, you held him.
He didn’t want to speak just yet and you understood. You’ve always extended the same respect back to him as he gives to you. Tucked into you, Anakin’s fingers squeezed into your flesh, as if trying to remind himself you were solid. You placed a few kisses into his soft hair and onto his forehead, hands running up and down his arms and back. You physically pressed reminders of your love into his skin for hours and, somewhere in the midst of your embrace, he let himself fall into a state of limbo. Unawake, unasleep, umoving, yet feeling everything you had to offer.
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When morning came, you reached out once again. The emotions from last night were still evident, just not as strong. Simultaneously, you allowed a small smile to come to you as you felt something new. Warmth, comfort, love. You ran your fingers through Anakin’s hair to pull him to consciousness, needing to see his eyes. Stars, his eyes. While they were absolutely gorgeous, they also always gave him away. You once told him that. “Only for you, my love.” He’d replied.
“Hi.” He croaked out, meeting your gaze. Your eyes fluttered closed for a second as you took a deep breath in relief. His eyes were clear. You didn’t know how long the shadows would be banished for, but as long as they weren’t constant, you had hope.
“Hi, baby.” You whispered, allowing yourself to give him another forehead kiss, made easy by your position that you’d somehow remained in throughout the night. You looked at him expectantly and knew he knew what you were asking.
“You… you died,” Anakin started. His eyes were already filling with tears. “It wasn’t clear. There was so much blood. And you kept begging me to help you. You screamed and screamed and screamed and you were in agony and…”
You took his hand in yours, squeezing his fingers in encouragement to go on.
“I never- I never came for you.” He spit the words out as if they were venomous and shook his head. You could hear the self-hatred in his words, the way he couldn’t grasp the concept of hurting you, ever, and yet how seriously he took this.
“Hey, hey. Stop, my love.” You said, hoping to pull him out of his spiral. “You would never harm me, Anakin. You would come for me, you always have. That was a horrible dream and I’m so sorry you had to experience it. But it was just a dream, Anakin. It’s not real.”
He pulled away from you as if he couldn’t stand to feel your gentle touch. “No, no, no! It-” His words were cut off by his uneven breathing, his pulse racing as he relived the nightmare. “It felt like the ones I had about my mother. It felt… prophetic. I’m scared, Y/N, I can’t lose you.”
You walked over to him, placing your hands on his cheeks and rubbing your thumbs over his cheekbones, hoping to calm him. “You won’t. It takes a lot to kill me, you know? Especially when I have you by my side.”
Anakin nodded but you could tell he was unconvinced.
“How about you talk to Obi-Wan about the dreams? He’s always helped you before.” You suggested.
While normally this would be unthinkable, as it would expose your relationship, Anakin felt himself pulled toward the choice. Inwardly, he admitted that he could definitely use a friend right now. And Obi-Wan had always stood by him. Somehow, he just knew that now would be no different.
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Obi-Wan easily swung the door open with the Force before Anakin even had a chance to knock. He knew his former Padawan’s force signature like the back of his hand and had sensed his distress for days. Unbeknownst to Anakin, Obi-Wan had canceled his missions due to this, wanting to stay close for when Anakin eventually came to him for guidance.
Obi-Wan looked up from his paperwork as he realized Anakin refused to come closer. Huddled behind the door frame, a conflicted and fearful look on his face, Obi-Wan was struck by how similar Anakin looked to the little boy he’d found on Tatooine all those years ago. Many nights, young Anakin would come into Obi-Wan’s room, plagued with nightmares. Just as before, Obi-Wan never turned him away.
“Something’s troubling you.”
Anakin sighed, taking a tentative step forward. “You know Master L/N?”
Obi-Wan smiled knowingly, having a sense of where this is going. “Yes, of course. A brilliant strategist, much like yourself.”
“I…. I’m involved with them, Master.”
“Involved?” Obi-Wan replied, with a quirked eyebrow.
“Please don’t punish Y/N for this, I know the Council frowns upon relationships. If you need to report it, I understand. But just report me, say they had nothing to do with it. But before you do anything please, Master, listen to what I must tell you. I wouldn’t unless it was absolutely necessary.” Anakin pleaded.
“Anakin, I know.”
“Yeah, I mean it truly is necessary-”
Obi-Wan placed a comforting hand on the younger Jedi’s shoulder. “You misunderstand. I mean, I know.”
Anakin’s eyes widened with realization before confusion filtered into his gaze. “But we were so careful!”
“Not as much as you would think,” Obi-Wan said with a slight laugh.
“And you’re not upset?”
He sighed. “Being honest, I was a bit at first. Anakin, you know the rules and you can be so reckless at times! But how could I fault you for your own humanity? And I knew who you were when I met you. I was always aware of your compassion, your capacity for emotions.” Anakin nodded and smiled, but the faraway look in his eye never wavered.
Clearing his voice, Obi-Wan continued. “Are you alright, Anakin?”
“No.” The strength of the word shocked them both and caused Anakin to take a moment to compose himself. “They’re dying.”
Panic flashed through Obi-Wan’s expression. “They’re what? What happened? Was it a mission? Do the medics know? Is-”
“- No, nothing… nothing yet. But it will.” While Obi-Wan didn’t exactly understand, he could tell through Anakin’s tone that his former Padawan believed this with his entire soul.
“I’ve been having more nightmares.” Anakin said.
“Like the ones with your mother?”
Anakin nodded, his gaze muddled as his mind wove through every possibility on how to save you. Coming up with none, he looked up quickly, the lost confusion clear.
“It’s going to be alright, Anakin. We’re going to do this together.” Obi-Wan offered, trying to comfort his friend. When Anakin nodded this time, his expression had more hope in it. Obi-Wan returned the gesture, tipping his head as Anakin walked out. Before Anakin reached the door, Obi-Wan called his name.
“Talk to me if you feel troubled. About anything, my friend. And just know… it’s okay to feel afraid. And you’re no less a Jedi because you love them. At least, not in my eyes.” For the first time since he’d walked in the room, Anakin gave a true smile. His former Master inhaled deeply, realizing after hearing those words, Anakin looked more like himself than he had in a long while.
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A few hours and a Council meeting later, Anakin walked back into your chambers, closing the door with a huff. He wasn’t enraged, per se, but definitely conflicted. You approached him cautiously, heart falling when you saw those familiar clouds back in his eyes.
“Did Obi-Wan not take it well?”
Anakin shook his head. “It’s not… he was supportive. But the Council has assigned something to me and…” He trailed off and looked at you. Only then did you see his bloodshot, puffy eyes.
“What did they ask of you, Anakin?” You questioned, coming behind him to gently massage his tense shoulders.
“I’m needed to spy on the Chancellor. Apparently there’s a Sith Lord somewhere in the Order. They suspect him.” He tried to keep his voice strong, but you could see how torn apart he was by the inflection in his tone.
You took a breath and tried to process the information. “Will you do it?”
“I don’t know… if the Council tells me I must, then I must. But the Chancellor has only been good to me. I worry about betraying him but I don’t want to let down the Order. I’m not sure how to do this without causing someone harm.” He confessed.
“They shouldn’t have put you in this position, it’s unfair. And you don’t have to, Ani. I know it feels like you do but you don’t need to bend to each of the Council’s requests. Whatever the fallout, whatever you choose, please know that I’m with you. And so is Obi-Wan. Not that it fixes anything, but at the very least, you’ll always have us.”
Anakin turned around so he was facing you. “I don’t know what to do.” He whispered, voice laced with hopelessness.
“Trust yourself. You have a good heart, intelligence, and strong morals. They’ve never failed you before.”
He nodded before leaning into you and your arms instinctively wrapped around him. Your fingertips found their way to his hair, gently weaving through the golden strands.
“We’ll get through this, yeah?” While it was a question, you both knew you meant it as a statement.
“We’ll get through this.” Anakin echoed. He mumbled the words into your neck where he had buried his face. As if the words could seep into your skin. As if the hope could find its way to your heart and stay there, ever protected, ever true.
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The next day, Anakin found himself in Palpatine’s office. He was wary, guarded. It was evident by the look on his eyes, the way he took a moment before taking another step. It was his training as both a Jedi and a General that allowed him to do this. The careful complexity of planning every move.
“I heard the Council debating whether or not they should have made you a Master. It seems they do not trust you or value your talent as they should.” Palpatine’s words made Anakin freeze. Rationally, he knew this was wrong. At the very least, Obi-Wan trusts him and so do you. But there was a part of him that felt so validated by the Chancellor’s words that he wanted to hear more. To bask in them, in feeling wanted and appreciated. He hated himself for it.
“I… I’m not sure what you mean by this.” Anakin attempted not to give himself away any more than he already has.
“Well, they care about your potential. But they hold you back. They’ll never show you your true power, for they don’t want you to understand. They just wish to use it, no matter your own fate.”
“I feel cast aside. Like I don’t matter.” Anakin wasn’t even sure why he shared these words. Somehow, in feeling so praised, the doubts just bubbled their way to the surface. He felt like a child in these moments, so painfully fragile.
“You don’t. Not to them, Anakin. But with me I can teach you your power. I can teach you the ways of the Dark Side. I know of your fears, of those nightmares that plague you. I know about your secret marriage and how close you are to losing it all.”
Anakin froze, his heart hammering in his chest. His thoughts raced as he tried to piece together the truth from all the lies. The mentions of Darth Plagueis. The Dark Side of the Force.
“You’re the Sith Lord!” Anakin said, igniting his lightsaber and pointing it at the older man’s chest.
Palpatine bowed his head slightly, a small smile gracing his lips. “Well done, my boy.” Anakin felt sick as he noted the pride in his tone. And yet that aching part inside him still swelled, ever so slightly.
“Now, don’t do anything rash.” The Chancellor reasoned. “Only the Dark Side can save the one you love.”
Anakin wanted to do the right thing. He wished to be the one who could stand up and arrest Palpatine without a single ounce of guilt or regret. But as soon as Palpatine mentioned you, it’s like all his logic disappeared. He just wanted to save you, to not fail you as he’d failed his mother. But then he thought back to your words. “Strong morals.” And to his Master’s. “We’ll do this together.”
“I’m turning you into the Council.”
“Wouldn’t you prefer to kill me?”
“Yes.” Anakin’s remark was forceful and clipped with anger.
“Then do it. Give yourself over to your wrath.”
He felt himself burning with betrayal, with resentment toward both sides. Even so, he could still tell right from wrong, selfless from selfish. And whatever Palpatine was doing… it certainly did not have the will of the people in mind. Without so much as deigning him with another response, Anakin turned and walked out of the room.
“If you turn me in, you’ll never save them!” Anakin tried to will Palpatine’s voice out of his head as he ventured back to the Council chambers. When he arrived back, he decided to slightly alter his plans. While he knew he must face all of them eventually, he wanted to talk to Obi-Wan first. Perhaps his Master could give him guidance, like he did about your nightmares.
“General Skywalker… are you alright?” Anakin stumbled as he walked right into another figure, too caught up in his own head.
“I’m fine, Master Windu. Thank you- I’m sorry.” Mace looked at the younger Jedi with an unreadable expression. While there was much in his eyes, concern was definitely a part of it.
“Have you seen Master Kenobi?” Anakin said after a brief pause for composure.
“He’s supposed to leave for his next mission any moment now. If you hurry, you can probably still catch him.”
Anakin thanked Master Windu before taking off in a run. No matter how fast his legs carried him, he felt his mind was working even faster, the internal conflict brewing more intently by the second.
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Obi-Wan opened the door as soon as before Anakin could even knock. He looked at Anakin and gestured at a vacant chair, a silent invitation to sit. Anakin shook his head quickly. The younger Jedi’s eyes were scattered and conflicted, as if he’d been shaken to his very core.
“Palpatine is the Sith Lord.” The words came out rushed, yet clear. As if Anakin needed to get them out as quickly as he could but replayed them in his head until they were all he knew. The intensity showed Obi-Wan that there was no doubt in his friend’s mind.
Obi-Wan blinked. “Okay.” He stroked his beard, trying to find the words to say. “Are you alright?”
Anakin looked at Obi-Wan in confusion. Certainly there were more important questions his former Master would want to ask than that.
“I know you and the Chancellor were close. This can’t be easy for you. I just wanted to ask if you were alright.”
“I’m not sure.” Anakin said after some hesitation. “I don’t really know what to think… Palpatine is evil, right? But he believed in me when no one else did. He saw my potential, allowed me to confide in him. He told me he could show me how to save Y/N. Would someone evil do that?”
Obi-Wan’s eyes softened as he looked at the painfully conflicted young man in front of him. “Anakin… he was manipulating you. He was isolating you so you had no one to turn to but him. It was a tactic, a ploy. He doesn’t care for you.” Anakin looked so heartbroken that Obi-Wan knew Anakin believed him. “I’m so sorry.”
“But what about Y/N?” Anakin asked desperately.
Obi-Wan sighed. “Loving someone in the Order isn’t easy. Especially after everything you’ve gone through. And losing someone… it changes the way you love. You fear constantly, wondering when your love will evade you. When it will fall apart, like all the rest. But living like that, loving like that… it leaves no room for growth or peace. And that’s what relationships are for, aren’t they?” His voice was filled with compassion and wisdom. From experience, perhaps? Regardless of the reason, Anakin was reminded that someone did understand him. Despite the circumstances, he felt content. At least a bit.
“Is there any way to save them?”
“I’m not sure. Let’s focus on Palpatine for now, alright? And we’ll bring Master L/N with us so you know they’re safe.” Obi-Wan wished nothing more than having a set solution to save Y/N. But some things were even out of his grasp. “I know this must be impossible for you, Anakin. I truly am sorry.”
Anakin nodded. After all, it was true. If there was anything to describe the impending threat of losing another person he loved, impossible summed up the process. “I know. You’re doing all you can. Thank you, Master. And yes, I would like to bring them with us.”
Obi-Wan clasped a hand to Anakin’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze as they met each other with a smile. “I’ll send them a message right now.”
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You gasped when you received Obi-Wan’s message with the details of the Supreme Chancellor’s truth. Your heart cried for Anakin, knowing the betrayal must be breaking him. All you could do was wish that with Obi-Wan’s help, the two of you could support Anakin until he felt like he could breathe again. And you had faith in him. You always had faith in him.
Grabbing your cloak, you jogged to Obi-Wan’s quarters. As soon as you opened the door, you ran to Anakin and hugged him to you, needing to feel his presence. Somehow, you knew he needed it, too.
“Ready?” Anakin and Obi-Wan gave you nods of confirmation and you gave a tentative smile. “Alright. Let’s do this.”
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Anakin entered Palpatine’s chambers first. For once, he felt sure of himself. He finally knew what he had to do. His gaze shifted to you, making sure you were alright. You placed a hand on his arm, rubbing your thumb up and down to reassure him. He inhaled. Exhaled. And ignited his saber.
“I knew you’d come back, Skywalker. I knew you’d join me.”
“Think again.” Obi-Wan responded as you and him walked into the chambers. Pure, unfiltered rage flickered through Palpatine’s eyes in response.
“Anakin, they’re trying to corrupt you. They’re trying to keep your power. Come with me, boy, and I’ll teach you all you wish to know. I’ll teach you how to save them.” He said, pointing a pale finger toward your face.
You let out a sharp breath as you suddenly understood Anakin’s conflict. Of course Palpatine was using you as a bargaining chip. Using Anakin’s fear of abandonment, of losing his loved ones against him. It was disgusting, even for a Sith.
“I… you can’t possibly know how to do that. It’s impossible!”
“Not on the Dark Side. Look… Obi-Wan has turned them against you. He’s the cause of this! I’m sure he didn’t even pose a solution to saving Y/N. It’s because he doesn’t care about you, not like I do.”
The shadows returned to Anakin’s eyes as his gaze switched between Obi-Wan and Palpatine. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at you, to see the pain in your eyes as he struggled with a choice that for others would be so simple. He hated himself for being weak but he truly couldn’t fathom losing you.
Obi-Wan stepped forward, backing Palpatine against the wall and pointing his lightsaber at Palpatine’s throat. Anakin stepped back, too frozen to move, and unconsciously placed himself between them and you.
“It’s over, Chancellor. Don’t make this more difficult than it already is.” Obi-Wan said.
Palpatine shot lightning from his hands, causing Obi-Wan to deflect the matter with his lightsaber, redirecting it to Palpatine himself. As Palpatine shook from the force of his own blast, he once again called to Anakin.
“If you let him kill me, dear boy, Y/N will die. If you don’t try to save them, you will be the cause of their death.”
Anakin’s eyes widened, those words hitting him right in the chest. He moved forward, pointing his lightsaber at Obi-Wan but refusing to make the final cut to end his life. Obi-Wan looked like he wanted to speak but the effort of holding of Palpatine’s lightning rendered him useless. It was Obi-Wan, after all. His former Master, his friend. The one person who he trusted with the secret of his marriage. He couldn’t kill him, right? He faltered, stepping slightly back.
“Ani,” You said, your voice calm as you tried to reason with him. “Ani if you do this, you can’t come back from it. I know you don’t want to lose me and if you kill Obi-Wan, you will, regardless of the fate of my life. You aren’t too far gone, yet. You haven’t done anything irredeemable. Remember who you are, my love.”
Anakin heard your words and looked at your face. You. He wanted to do good by you, to do good by all of them. He wanted to make his mother proud, make himself feel like leaving her for the Jedi Order meant something. And then his gaze filtered over to his friend. Obi-Wan stood tall against the force of Palpatine’s lightning, reminding Anakin of his friend’s strength. It was something Anakin wanted to emulate, too.
Understanding his choice, Anakin took a step forward to position the blade toward Palpatine’s chest. His hand was shaking, movements unsure, eyes glossed over with immeasurable pain. But before he could make contact, you swiftly moved in front of him and killed Palpatine instead. Obi-Wan was thrust backward as the lightning ceased, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
“Why would you do that?” Anakin asked as he looked at you.
“I didn’t want you to have to kill your friend. No matter what he turned out to be.” You said as you shifted on the balls of your feet. The weight of Palpatine’s death now weighed on your soul, as do those of every life you’ve ever ended. You could bear it and you knew Anakin was strong enough to do so, as well. You just didn’t want him to have to.
Anakin nodded and whispered a thank you back to you. You just smiled, the love for him clear in your expression. Anakin turned around, walking to his friend and extending a hand for him.
“I never doubted you.” Obi-Wan said simply as he met Anakin’s guilty eyes.
“I should have made the choice to believe you earlier. I shouldn’t have let him get to me. I’m sorry, Master.”
“Look at me, Anakin. We all struggle with our morals. We struggle and we’re unsure and we pray and hope to land on the right decision. And you did. You have nothing to apologize for.” Looking at your and Anakin’s arms around each other, Obi-Wan made one last decision. “How about the two of you retire for the evening? I’ll debrief with the Council, you’ve been through enough.”
Once again, Anakin was struck by the older Jedi’s strength and selflessness. He nodded, as did you, before he accompanied you back to your quarters.
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You kept one arm around Anakin’s waist the entire way home, mirroring his that was around your shoulders. You couldn’t bear to separate, not after the events of the past few days. Seeing Anakin so torn up inside, it was eating away at you. Knowing you couldn’t save him was one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to deal with.
Now, Palpatine was finally gone. There was no more threat to the Jedi Order, the Force once again balanced. But both of you still understood the one solution that hadn't been found: how to save you. It made everything easier, that you chose to kill the Chancellor. Anakin refused to voice the doubts in his head, wondering if he actually would have gone through with it knowing he would lose his chance at saving you.
The air was melancholic surrounding you both. Heavy. Neither of you knew what to say, words failing in a moment that was so conflicted it almost overwhelmed you. But your heart warmed as you saw Anakin scamper in front of you to open and hold the door for you. You loved him so much, for doing the little things even in moments like these. It gave you hope.
You were okay with death, so long as it only affected you. When you joined the Jedi, you had to make your peace with it. But after you fell in love everything changed. You didn’t want Anakin to go through the pain of losing you. He’d been so open with you about, well, everything. Especially his past. He’d gone through so much, felt such raw pain and loss, you didn’t want to add to that.
Taking his hands in yours, you looked into his blue eyes.
“I don’t want you to die.” He whispered, the desperate, deflated tone making your heart break. “I won’t.” You wished to say, but you knew you couldn’t.
“I don’t want to die, either.” You chose these words instead, relying on their honesty.
“Palpatine could have saved you.” Anakin said after a beat.
You sighed. “You don’t know that.” You stated, knowing it wouldn’t change how he felt.
“Neither do you!”
“But at what cost? At the cost of losing your soul? Anakin, you would have had to join the Sith! That’s no longer you! You’re good and you couldn’t have saved me if you were there, don’t you see that?” You pleaded. You wished he would see your logic, the truth behind your words. How even though he thought otherwise, he made the right decision.
“What good is saving the Order if you won’t be a part of it?”
“What good is saving my life if I wouldn’t have you to live it with?” You countered.
Anakin let out an exhausted breath before pulling you into him, hugging you. The fighting was too much and, frankly, he didn’t want to argue. Not with you, not ever. You both let out a humorless chuckle as you leaned into each other.
“I love you.” His tone conveyed it all.
“I love you.” You replied, your voice muffled from being pressed into his robes.
“Can we sleep? I don’t want to face this right now. Can we just put this aside, if just for a moment? Can I lay with you and can you hold me and can we just have each other?” You questioned breathlessly.
“I would like nothing more, my love.” He smiled slightly and pressed a kiss to your head as he added the words of endearment, wanting you to understand he wasn’t upset with you. You already knew that, though. You were in love with Anakin Skywalker. Of course you’d argue from time to time. But at the end of the day, you were two hopelessly in love Jedi just trying to save each other.
Crawling into bed, sleep came for the both of you quickly. You were holding him and he was holding you, tangled together as you nestled his warm embrace. He tucked his face into your neck as you did so and savored the feel of you next to him. Safe.
Drifting off, Anakin tried to fight the pull of sleep, knowing he’d just suffer from another nightmare like he had every day since the first one. One where you’d die and he could do nothing to stop it. Amidst these tumultuous thoughts, his breathing evened, lulling him under.
You were in the grass, a flower crown atop your head. Anakin was leaning against a small house. It was quaint but beautiful. Small, not outwardly flashy, but full of love and meaning. Looking around, he smiled as he saw green vines crawling up the sides of the house, a garden of your favorite flowers out front. You always had a soft spot for that.
We are on Naboo, he realized. It was peaceful. It was the dream you always talked of together. Anakin’s breath caught as he felt the certainty of this dream. It felt just like his nightmares, except this one left him content. He didn’t want to entertain the thought for too long, afraid of jinxing it. But he knew it was prophetic. He wasn’t sure how he changed his fate, what exactly gave him this future. Something inside him just knew that when he wakes up the next morning, all will be okay. He felt infinitely lighter as he understood the threat was gone.
When you looked up and saw him, you raced toward him and jumped into his arms. Anakin stumbled but caught you, breathing in your scent as you kissed the side of his neck. As he held you, his thoughts slightly wandered. But he was grounded by your presence, reminding him that you were safe and he was okay. With you, he was finally, completely, home.
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That I Love You 1/2
Older!Damian Wayne X West! Reader
Warnings:explicit language, blood
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Y/N, West is the daughter of Wally and Artemis. Damian, fights his heart to feel a ounce of love for her though fails
Being a speedster like my dad has it perks. I am one of 'the fastest person's alive'. My little twin brother Jai and I have been not only twins but best friends. We know almost every single one of the others secrets. My dad had been believed to be dead, before I was born. After we we're 5 months old he came back. Now, we live in Central City. In a 3 bedroom, two bathroom, a kitchen with a, table and a living room big enough for the four of us. I've been with the team at the hub for 9 years now. The team consists of myself, my brother, Jonathan Kent, sisters Jennifer and Anissa, my cousin Lian Harper, Arthur Jr, and Damian Wayne. Oh, Damian. We're friend's. Just friends. So why do I want more? I would die if anyone knew how I feel about him. Not even, Jai knows. At least I hope.
Damian's P. O. V
9 year anniversary of the team. A party at the hub. With previous members and current attended. I stand in the back leaning against the wall with my arms crossed. I look at, Y/N laughing with her brother. I always was fond of her smile. Her laughs warm my heart. Her kindness always brings me to a comforting place. My older adopted sister joyfully steps to me.
"you gonna keep being a creepy stalker or go talk to her" Brown said with a smile
"tt, I should have taken advantage of ridding of you when I had the chance"
"Dami, you've been threatening to kill me since the day we met. Besides she's pretty, kind enough for both of you. Plus she knows when to put you in your place, and--"
"Brown, enough" I grunted
"well I never Damian Wayne scared to talk to his oh so adorable crush" her tone mocking
"tt"
I pondered on my annoying yet I do love her, adopted sister's statement, 'Crush?' Meaning you like someone. That, word didn't even come near to how I feel for, Y/N. I didn't simply like, Y/N. My feelings for her were far deeper than that. I have a deep adoration for her. I can't seem to find any reason to allow her to be mine. She deserves far better than I can ever attempt to be. The following day. My arm extended holding my sword blocking Slade's own sword. Are swords clashed. The team and I preventing, Injustice League from causing further chaos.
"Robin, look out!" Y/N yelled
I push Slade harshly as I hear gunfire. He kneels grabbing his pistols. I swiftly three two batarangs in his pistols barrels. I turn abruptly. I see, Y/N on the ground.
"no!" I said I then say in my intercom "H/N, is down!!"
I run and hold her in my arm's. I feel my heart pounding against my chest. Her body limb everything, next to where her heart is blood pouring. I use my spy-contact's on the faraway building I see, Dead-shot! I don't have time to ruin him for hurting my love. I run using a boom-tube to the Med-bay. How could she have done that?! I didn't deserve that. I lay her on the stretcher I use my spy-contact's. Her pulse still there. Suddenly I'm being pulled back
"no! No! No! No!" I yelled
"Damian, we have to perform surgery!" I hear though I can't retain
I can't leave her. I see Diana and Barry. I look at, Y/N's unconscious body. My breathing hitches. I step out of the Med-bay. I look seeing the blood on my uniform and hands.
"where's my sister!!" Jai demanded
He grabbed my collar I move his hand away.
"she's being tended to"
"what the hell happened?!"
"Deadshot, was aiming at me. H/N, heroically let the bullet shoot through her. As I said 'their tending to her condition'"
I then see her parents
"Jai!!" Artemis exclaimed
Jai runs to them. I see Artemis hug Jai. Wally, hugs them both. I look down to her blood on my uniform. My heart racing. I'm sweating. I step away unable to stand another moment. Jai, ran in front of me grabbing my shoulder.
He whispers with rage "are you seriously thinking of leaving? After my sister took a bullet for you? The hell is wrong with you?! She deserves better than that, Damian!" his tears fell
I shove his hand away "like you said West" I step away leaving "'she deserves better'"
I use a boom-tube going to the Bat-cave. I step to the training center. I feel so enraged! I think of the blood she bled. I punch the wooden post repeatedly. I ignored the sweat pouring down my face. The pounding of my heart.
"Damian!!" I hear
Todd, grasped my fist I dagger glare at him.
"we've been yelling your name like 500 fucking times take a fucking breath, short stack" Todd said
I'm 3 inches taller than, Jason and he still insults me like he did when I was a child. I see, Grayson. I move my hand away from, Todd. I then feel the burning pain on my knuckles. I was so enraged I never noticed. My gloves torn and knuckles swollen with blood. I sigh deeply catching my breath. I step to the small medical area in the Bat-cave. I grab the cloth from the top of the shelf and clean the blood off my knuckles. I then see, my blood stains on my uniform from Y/N's blood. My heart sinks further. She has to fight through.
"you gonna explain the fuck that was about?" Todd asked enraging me
"Jay, not helping man" Grayson, looks to Todd irritated and sighed. He then looks at me "what's wrong, Little D? You don't look too good. C'mon you can talk to us"
I shake my head gently my breathing un-calmed. I step out of the Bat-cave going to my room. I walk up the stairs. I step into my room and I slammed the door shut behind me. I feel my heart heavy. I strip down and change into my boxers and sweatpants. I lazily sat on my bed. I take a shaky breath. What if I've really messed up this time? What if I lose her? I force my tears back. I already ruined my friendship with her. Could I never get the chance to beg for forgiveness. I feel my unavoidable tear fall down my face. Then it all fell to the floor beneath me. I hear footsteps among the hallway near my bedroom door. I knew it was my adopted brother. I hold my hands together with a firm grip my rage consuming me. I ignored the pain I felt within my grasped hands and the sound of my door knocking. The door cracks open then opens more. I see, Grayson out of the corner of my eye.
"tell me what's going on, kiddo. Your big bro is here to listen closely and intently"
"tt" I don't know how to tell him how I feel about, Y/N. How scared I feel.
He sits next to me I take a deep breath. He's my best friend. He touches my neck.
"c'mon you know that you can talk to me, what's wrong?" he said with a soft voice though with worry
I sigh deeply "she takes a damn bullet for me. I care about her Grayson.. The same way you care for your wife. I failed her" my voice breaking it wasn't the first time I broke in front of my brother.
I'm grateful for him. I'm in love with, Y/N. Admitting the truth is freeing. Though I broke the chance to be with her and that scares me to my core
Y/N's P. O. V
I feel a light pain in my middle chest. I blink my eye's my vision blurred. I blink again seeing clearly. I see, my parents and Jai. My mom with tear stained cheeks and Dad nearly weeping. Both of them locked arm's. Jai, sitting on the chair with a saddened look on his face.
"stop moping I'm not dead" I mumbled
"Y/N!" they exclaim
Jai and Dad were the first one's near me. Jai, standing on the right side of the stretcher and my dad on the left. Dad gently touched my face. He started crying. My heart sinks to my gut. He kissed my head.
"oh, my sweet little girl"
"oh, daddy" I touch his hand
He squint his eyes, pinches his nose stuttering. I squeeze his hand that was on my face. He softly smiled and kissed my head again. He moves allowing my mother's shaking hands to cup my cheek.
"Y-you're grounded"
I slightly scoffed she kisses my head. I feel, my brother softly grasp my hand. He uses his other hand rubbing the top of my hand. He takes a quavering breath trying not to cry. I softly smile.
"cry baby" I insult him to try and make him feel better
He gasped smiling with a tear falling.
"shut up, Y/N"
#damian x reader#Damian Wayne X Reader#Older! Damian X Reader#Injury#Blood#Whump#Whump! Reader#Hurt#Wally West#Artemis Crock#Wally West lives#Jai West#Flashfam#Barry Allen#Dc#Young Justice#Spitfire#Iris West#Stephanie Brown#Fluff#Crying
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Related Activities - Chapter 4
The district has a new attorney and Marshall is going to learn the hard way that he should have acted sooner in pursuing his passion for Caroline.
Pairing: Andy Barber x OFC (Caroline Kline) / Walter Marshall x OFC (Caroline Kline)
Author: Deb @letstalkaboutsebbaby / @letswriteaboutsebbaby
Rating: Mature
Warnings: crime talk, smut (hi @klaine-92 - it's starting!)
Walter Marshal is a man that has little to no time to lose with useless things. His house lack decoration because he sees no need for them. A couple of frames with pictures of his daughter, some cushions that he didn’t know were uncomfortable when he bought them, and a painting in his bedroom. He has few friends - his brother and a couple of guys whom he grew up with - fewer reasons to trust new people, but he trusts Caroline. He likes her, he wants her more than he cares to admit to himself, not really confident in his relationship skills.
One of the things he needs the most is the only thing she can’t ever give him - silence. She’s always with something to talk about, a view over some case, a question about his past experiences, or a song to softly sing when she knows he’s not wanting to talk. Marshall feels like he can listen to her singing the whole discography of the Pretenders before he’ll get enough of her voice.
Waking up early after a hard day, he stays in bed contemplating his next steps to make sure she’ll understand he needs time cause he can’t start a relationship while worrying about the cases they have now. Obviously, they’ll always have to work and it’ll always have a lot of shit to deal with but at the moment it’s too time-consuming and he wants to start a relationship with the possibility to really give her time and attention. Looking at his phone, a text gives him hope that things will go as planned: Only pick me up if you bring hot chocolate with vanilla cream. It’s the closest thing to “I’ll forget you’ve been so dumb” he will get and since his apology hasn’t been so eloquent either, he’s fine with it.
After half an hour and bringing a big cup of her favorite drink, he picks her up at her apartment. From the driver’s window, he can see the pale rose curtain on her room reminding him of how contrastive their houses are; her full of cute decor items, different patterns on the walls, soft rugs, mirrors and candles everywhere. If it wasn’t Carol he would’ve said the person spent a lot of time decorating the place, but somehow it feels effortless for her. It’s like anything he finds difficult is incredibly natural for her.
As she climbs in the car, Marshal smiles at her and she smiles back, quickly reaching for her drink. He stops her hand midways and holds it between his. “Can you at least say good morning?”
“Good morning, big guy. You look better”
“I am. Look, Car...I’m not in the right mind to...to do anything other than find these fuckers. Let’s look forward to that week off, can we?” His big fingers caressing her palms and bringing butterflies to her stomach. As handsome and sweet as Andy is, her attraction to Marshall has been something growing since day one and her heart is more invested than she would like. The way he calls her ‘Car’ only adding to the entire sexiness of him.
“So let’s find these fuckers...Give my hands back, I need to drink and you need to drive.” she teases. “Any new clue?”
“No, some test results will be ready today tough, so I guess we’ll at least have something to go after. Yours?”
“Nothing either, I was just talking to Andy last night and he thinks the same modus operandi was being investigated in Massachusetts. He’ll bring the files today so I can give a look before interviewing the guy again.”
The mention of a night talk with Andy bothers Marshall and he can’t really pay attention to anything Carol says after it and she notices the change in his behavior but decides not to ask the reason.
Shortly after they get to the station, each working on their own cases, Andy gets there for the suspect interview, files ready for her to analyze.
“Hey, that’s for me?” Caroline points with a smile when she sees him.
“I believe it’ll cost you something” he replies, sitting by her desk.
“I’m ready to pay for it. What’s the price?” she plays along.
“Dinner tonight.”
“Done. Pass me the files, Sir.”
The friendly chat is something she really likes about him. A bit of flirting doesn’t hurt, right? Caroline reads the info and adds sticky notes to some of the papers while Andy talks to one of the cops. When the suspect is in the interrogation room, she calls Andy to go along with her.
“You go ahead, I’ll watch by the glass” he responds.
“You don’t want to get in?”
“Go on...I trust you, I’ll be there if you think a different approach it’s required.”
Once she’s there, with a bust in her confidence after Andy’s speech, the suspect is clearly trembling as she makes the questions but answers everything as determined by his lawyer - even though a peeved tone is always present. In the next room, Andy is watching the interrogation when Marshall enters to do the same, just as the suspect changes the subject to the previous encounter with the detectives.
“Were’s your bodyguard, Miss? Not going to intimidate me today?”
“I just need the answers, I don’t think you need to be intimidated in order to give me the truth. You’re smart enough to know there’s only one way not to be sentenced to death in a case like this and it starts with giving me information” she states.
“Are you fucking him?” the suspect challenges as his lawyer tries to make him behave. “You look like a good fuck”
The suspect enrages Marshall and he’s ready to go inside and put him in his place, but Andy stops him with a hand in his arm.
“You can’t really blame him” Andy calmly says.
“What the fuck do you mean?” Marshall verbalizes with no calm at all.
“The way you act...he knows you’re here and all he wants is for you to enter that room and give his lawyer a reason to ask for a transference.” He asserts the situation, stopping Marshall from ruining Caroline’s work.
“I better go” The detective mutter.
“Don’t worry, I got her” Andy claims, much to Marshall’s displeasure.
When the interrogation ends Caroline meets Andy to deliberate for some time. Eventually, he went back to his office, promising to pick her up at the end of the day, both concentrating on work before the time for a new date came around. They decide to have dinner at hers, dismissing the idea of going home to get ready for a formal event - buying some take-out from an Italian place she likes and finding comfort at her floor once again.
“This is delicious” he declares, the pleasure clear on his face.”Can we do this every night? I want to try out all of their dishes.”
“It’s so yummy, right? I can’t have it every night though, I would end up in the worst shape.” Caroline says kiddin’, trying to imagine if he really wants to spend more time with her, and for what reasons.
“I find it very hard to believe you could get into a bad shape, babe, you’re gorgeous.”
A bit abashed by his comment, she smiles shyly and drinks a gulp of wine. “Well, in this case…we can do this sometimes before you get tired.”
“If I get tired we can change to japanese food, or mexican…”
“I was talking about the company”
“No sense. I might get tired of air before this happens.” He smiles and gets closer to her, an arm inviting her to lean on him. “You’re like...you know the feeling when you’re little and you know a Christmas present is waiting for you downstairs?” her head resting on his shoulder turns up to look at him.
“Yeah” she whispers back, looking deeply into his baby blue eyes. “I’m not sure the wrappings would be more interesting than the actual prize…” she tries to jest, but he holds her face, his thumb pressing over her lips. The way he looks at her gives no space for misinterpretations and the butterflies in her belly are very hard to ignore.
“If you agree to a hundred dinners more I can try to find out…” Andy’s low timbre functioning as a poison that keeps her weak - no reason to leave his arms, no desire to be anywhere else but in his presence.
“A hundred?” she softly asks.
“Just to start…” his lips softly touching hers before he kisses her. “You deserve better, you know?” She wasn’t sure what he means...deserve better than what? But his lips are on hers again before she can think further about it, both of them getting lost in sweet and deep kisses. Caroline wasn’t aware of the time, only able to feel Andy and the desire he evokes; not even the fact that they’re now lying on the couch seems to register in her mind, just his scent and the weight of his body over hers. Resting his forehead on hers, Andy whispers in the most enticing way “I’ll be what you need, sweetie. Everything you need.” while his hands expertly unbutton her jeans.
That was a completely different end to her night… she’s spent months dreaming about finishing her day in this same position with Marshall but it didn’t feel wrong to be with Andy - he’s attentive and attractive, very easy on the eyes - anyone would love to have him and she’s not about to lose this guy waiting for someone that never gave her anything more than a promise of a week off together. “We should take this to the bedroom”.
“Shhh...just relax.” He before taking her pants off and lying between her legs, positioning them around his waist; he slowly slides an arm to hold her neck as she stares at his eyes, entranced by how hot he looks at this moment. “Choose me, babe. Just tell me you want me.”
She can feel how hard he is through his pants and nods unconsciously “I want you, Andy.”
He tries hard not to lose control, wanting to watch her surrender, to see her gradually becoming his. “I want you too...so much” he starts moving his hips, rubbing his covered hard-on over her panties, a hand moving to grip her butt, helping her to grind against him “You look so beautiful...take what you need to feel good, babe”.
The friction on her clit driving her wild, making her squirm and cling to him. “Andy, please.”
“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now...to take these clothes off and slide into you…” as he declares all he wants to do to her, she keeps grinding and kissing his jaw as if he’s going to disappear. “So fucking cute” Andy sits and brings her body with him, finding the view of her straddling his thighs the most erotic sight ever. He touches her tits through the shirt and holds her as she rides him. Caroline wants him to lose control, but all she accomplishes is to get closer to cumming, so she hugs him and lets herself go listening to his sweet praise of her.
With her body still trembling she opens her eyes to look at his proud face. “Stay.”
“I can’t. I need you to have a good night of sleep and think about what you want...then tomorrow you’ll text me let me know if you want another date.”
“A third date.”
“Yeah”
“I already know the answer”
“I’ll believe you when you’re not looking like you want to fuck so much” he jokes, standing up and putting her on the couch, adjusting his pants as much as possible with his cock still hard.
She stands up and slides her arms around his neck, bringing Andy close to kiss him once more. “I’ll text you tomorrow.”
Grabbing her hand, he takes his jacket from the other couch and walks to the door, stopping with a hand in the handle “I’ll be waiting. Have a good night, Car.” he gives her a light peck before leaving her house. She shivers when she hears him calling her ‘Car’ the exact same way Marshall does. She’s so fucked.
#related activities#chris evans fanfiction#henry cavill#chris evans#henry cavill fics#henry cavill fanfic#chris evans fic#andy barber#andy barber fic#andy barber fanfiction#walter marshal x ofc#walter marshall#andy barber x oc#defending jacob
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we poured mud through their veins (part one)
the first installment of an au i am in love with
in which a new member joins the Deetz-Maitland family!
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The sky was the color of the ocean- dark, wild, and swallowing everything in its wake. The only thing that could possibly rival its impenetrable wall of thick black-blue were the occasional cracks of blazing lightning that split the roiling clouds like a hot knife. The storm would be cut in half at the flash of its searing glory, then sewed itself back together like a monstrous, watery wound. The wind was so fierce that it seemed to be sent by an enraged being (in which Delia would helpfully say it was “God” or “angels playing bowling”) to punish Winter River for some unruly sin. Water rushed down the streets like baby rivers, threatening to drag anything and anyone in its way down the asphalt with it. Raindrops battered windows and walls and doors, knocking so viciously like an unwanted guest.
An unwanted guest. That was what this damn storm was. And Lydia was at her wit’s end with this elemental stranger.
Her computer crashed for the third time and she finally slammed the lid close, letting out a miserable groan that was soon challenged by a deep rumble of thunder. She cringed, curling her shoulders in, and then sighed.
“Fuck this storm,” She growled.
“Language,” Barbara said from the kitchen.
“Sorry,” Lydia muttered. “Screw this storm.”
Barbara chuckled lovingly. “Better.” She peered over at the closed laptop. “Everything okay?”
“It keeps crashing,” Lydia said miserably. “And I’m finally not procrastinating on doing my essay!”
“You had an essay due?” Adam looked at Lydia sharply, yanking his head out from the spice cabinet.
Lydia smiled innocently. “Maaaybe,” She said. She noticed the stern expression on Adam’s face. “Hey, I’m doing it! So don’t worry!”
“Hmm,” Adam squinted at her suspiciously. “Seems like you planned this.”
“What? Me? Never!” Lydia said.
Barbara laughed again and then turned back to the pot she was stirring. “What’s your essay on?”
“Well, my English class needed to write something that had to do with society or the ecosystem,” Lydia explained. “So I chose to do mine on why the eighth amendment should be abolished!”
Barbara and Adam blinked at her proud expression.
“Reason?” Adam asked.
“If we don’t have the eighth amendment, then we can torture rapists,” Lydia said confidently.
Barbara and Adam then nodded in agreement.
It had been nine months since the whole incident with the ghosts, and it was honestly some of the best months of Lydia’s entire life. Not only did the Maitlands officially become part of the family, but Beetlejuice stuck around, too, becoming Lydia’s chaotic best friend and older brother figure, at least after being properly “housebroken” as her father would describe it. Waking up each morning always greeted her with new mayhem from one of the otherworldly tenants and more things she could learn about them. It was incredible.
They were a family.
“It’s really coming down out there.”
Lydia looked over her shoulder to see Delia standing at the back door, sipping a steaming cup of her weird herbal tea (which tasted disgusting, by the way).
“It’s what you would call ‘Noah’s Arc’,” Barbara said knowingly. Except her ‘knowledgeable’ comment got a weird look from Lydia and a laugh from Adam and Delia.
“Noah’s Arc was the, well, arc, honey,” Adam said. “Not the storm. But nice try.”
“It’s so foggy,” Delia commented. “The river may flood at this rate.”
Foggy.
Fog.
That word always sparked a memory in Lydia’s mind.
The Netherworld.
Lydia remembered the Netherworld clearly.
The air there had been wet and heavy, like she was breathing in a thick fog that stuck to her throat like tar. There was a certain sticky humidity in that dark place, pressing down on her in heavy waves, as if the very atmosphere itself was trying to crush her skull, punishing her for even plucking up the courage to step foot in the place where the Living didn’t belong. It was cold, yet uncomfortably warm at the same time, with no wind blowing to ease the mild heat that had settled its oppressive, sultry murk over the Dead’s civilization. It spilled into every street, every alleyway, every house that dared to open the window, thinking that it would help with the clamminess that fogged their home, but to no avail.
This, of course, had brought upon complete and utter dreariness that coated every Dead making their rounds through their daily lives. And, in reaction to her presence, the gloom tried to wrap its dark protections of the underworld around her in layers that pressed deeply into her skin, trying to become a part of her. It adorned her until she was nearly suffocated in the thick, moist air.
She did not belong there.
The Netherworld had been filled with enough freaks to make a whole circus- a suicidal beauty pageant queen with slashed open wrists, a failed skydiver in a shredded jumpsuit, a lady swathed in a smoldering towel and had hair crackling hair that hugged a toaster to her chest, a charred man who breathed smoke like a great fire dragon, a very confused football player, a man with a huge cleaver lodged in his skull as a sign of his infidelity, a gravely-injured jockey that spit blood when she talked, some kind of hunter with a shrunken head, and a very excitable victim of explosion, among many more that Lydia hadn’t seen. Not that she was surprised at the amount of strange characters in the underworld.
Aside from the beauty pageant queen, the jockey was the Dead that Lydia got to know the most. Even for the short amount of time she was down in the Netherworld , the jockey seemed to grow attached to her, talking to her animatedly as if they had been friends for years and hanging onto her arm like a baby koala would to its mother. She learned that her name was Presley.
And Lydia had to leave Presley behind.
It wasn’t because she wanted to- she had to! Presley said it herself: the living didn’t belong in the Netherworld. But still, it kinda hurt to leave her new friend behind.
But she got over it. And she moved on. And she got a new family that made her completely forget about the undead horse rider.
Lydia’s memories were then interrupted by a terrible crash of thunder that seemed to rip the entire town in half. The sound rang in all of their ears, even causing Lydia to snap her hands up to cover her own, much to her embarrassment, and making Adam phase straight into the drywall of the kitchen in reaction to the shock, and the sonic boom that followed rocked the house from side-to-side.
As the rumble faded and the lights overhead flickered, there was a heavy thud from upstairs.
From Lydia’s room.
Lydia groaned. “That’ll probably be Beej,” She said. “Messing with my stuff. Again. Probably thought the thunder could cover up the sound of him setting some kind of prank.” She turned her head to yell up the staircase as she stood up. “But not this time!”
She heard Barbara, Adam, and Delia laugh as she walked upstairs.
As quietly as possible, Lydia snuck up the stairs and to her bedroom. Inside, she could hear shuffling and a muttering voice.
Someone was in there.
Wanting to scare Beetlejuice for trying to prank her again, she grasped the doorknob, slowly pushed open the door, and peeked in at the demon in her bedroom.
The light from the lamp that she had left on fed into his white and red suit, soaking into the filthy fabric. He kept looking this way and that, the helmet he was wearing shifting against his head, and-- that was not Beetlejuice.
But Lydia did know this person.
White-and-red checkered shirt, white pants, gloves, black riding boots, a helmet with a crack straight down the middle, a crop holstered to narrow hips, old blood and hoofprints all over…
“Presley?!” Lydia yelped out loud, then quickly shut her mouth. She stepped fully into her room and closed the door behind her. A moment later, the undead jockey was in her arms, clinging to her in a way that felt more like how a drowning woman to cling to the side of a boat than a normal hug between reuniting friends.
Except she didn’t feel undead. She felt warm, solid, real…living.
She was living.
But…that shouldn’t have been possible.
“Presley…” Lydia said slowly. “How are you here?”
Presley looked up at her, the rim of her helmet sliding into her eyes slightly, then glanced all around. When she turned her head back up to Lydia, she seemed equally as confused. There was a stream of dried blood trickling down between her eyes and on one side of her nose. There was another scoring her right temple.
“I don’t-- I don’t know,” Presley whispered, and her voice was hoarse and weak. She then sucked in a sharp breath and coughed. Lydia realized this must have been the first time she had breathed in a long while.
“Well, that’s…confusing…” Lydia said. She batted Presley backwards so she would be away from the door. Presley clung onto her arm with one hand like it was her lifeline. “I thought you were dead? Like, really dead?”
“Yeah…” Presley shifted. “I would know.”
Lydia laughed slightly. “What happened? How did this happen?”
Presley shrugged helplessly. “Your guess is as good as mine. I was just sitting in my room, crying, as I usually am, and then I fell asleep and now I’m here!” She looked around. “Nice room, by the way.”
“Thanks,” Lydia said. She glanced at her door. “Okay, well…” She ran a hand through her hair. “This…will cause some issues.”
“Oh.”
Presley took a shuffling step backwards and unholstered her crop, which she began to fidget with nervously. Lydia thought it was strange- wasn’t that the thing that basically caused her untimely demise? How could she be comfortable with even having it on her person after that?
“Sorry…”
“Hey, it’s not your fault,” Lydia assured her. “How were you supposed to know that you were going to…come back to life?”
“Heh. Yeah.” Presley smiled slightly at her, which then turned into a grimace of pain. “May I sit down?”
“Yeah, of course,” Lydia said, and Presley instantly dropped down to her knees. Her breathing came out strained and ragged. “Are you alright?”
Presley gave her a weak smile, and there was blood in her teeth and blood on her lips and blood on her tongue. “Yeah, yeah… I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?” Lydia prodded, crouching down in front of her. “You don’t look so good.”
“Well, you know how I died,” Presley said, sitting up from her hunched position. She pressed a hand against the left side of her ribs, wincing. “Wasn’t exactly very, ahh, pretty…” She swallowed.
“Your wounds didn’t heal after you came back to life?” Lydia said. “I guess that’s what we’re calling this. But you didn’t get a fresh new start?”
Presley shook her head. She unbuttoned her jockey uniform and opened up one flap, the cloth making a disgusting peeling sound as it detached from her skin, to reveal the dark black abyss that was her trampled chest. Looking at it, even in the lamp’s golden glow, Lydia couldn’t tell where one wound ended and another wound began. They were all- the bruises and the lacerations and the welts and the hoofprints- melted into one big blemish of agony upon the young jockey’s torso. For a moment, Lydia didn’t even see that she had a sports bra on because the fabric (it had been grey, once upon a time) was completely soaked in blood and blending in with the rest of the mess.
“Unfortunately, no,” Presley closed her shirt. “I suppose it’s a fair trade. Being brought back for a second chance at life, but I have to live with the effects of how I died in the first one. Actually, that isn’t as fair as I thought. My internal organs had definitely been ruptured when--” She stopped talking and looked down at her stomach grimly.
“Well, that…sucks,” Lydia said. She glanced at her door again. How was she going to explain this to her family?
“Lydia!”
And speaking of the devils…
Lydia turned back to Presley. “Ready to meet my family?”
Presley perked up. “Really?”
“You don’t exactly have anywhere else to go,” Lydia said. “And you’re here, aren’t you? One more supernatural being living in our house won’t hurt!”
Presley tilted her head, and her helmet slumped over on her skull with the movement. “There are others?”
Lydia grinned. “Yep,” She said. “I got pretty much the coolest family.”
“Lydia!”
“Coming!” Lydia called back to the voice yelling for her. She looked back at Presley. “I’m going to go talk to them first. I’ll call down for you once they’re ready. Just be cool, okay? They’ll like you.”
At least, she hoped they would. Presley didn’t have anywhere else to go if they didn’t.
Delia, Barbara, Adam, and Charles, who had emerged from his office, were all assembled downstairs, preparing for dinner. Barbara smiled at Lydia when she came down.
“Did you find BJ?” Barbara asked.
“How long did it take to dismantle the prank?” Adam asked, sounding amused.
“What prank?” Beetlejuice materialized beside Charles, nearly making him drop the bowl of spaghetti he had been carrying to the table. He looked at him. “Sorry, Chuck.” He looked back at Lydia. “Now, what about a prank?”
All eyes turned to Lydia, and Lydia couldn’t help but feel like she was being interrogated, which was weird because she hadn’t done anything wrong. The ghost of a jockey who got killed during a race appearing in her bedroom as a living person wasn’t her fault! That was nobody’s fault!
“It turns out there was no prank,” Lydia said.
“Then what fell?” Delia asked.
“Yeah, about that…” Lydia glanced up the staircase. She faintly saw Presley hovering in the hallway. “Remember that one time we went to the Netherworld?”
“Yes,” Charles said. “It was the worst place ever.”
“Oh god,” Beetlejuice said. “Is this another lecture? I already said I’m sorry!”
“No, no, this isn’t about that,” Lydia said quickly. “While I was there, I met this girl. We kinda became friends, but, you know, I had to come back here so I haven’t seen her since.”
“Where is this going?” Adam asked, looking curious and slightly concerned.
“What if I told you guys that my friend came back to life somehow and appeared in my bedroom for no real rhyme or reason but now she’s here and has nowhere else to go?”
The house went quiet. Thunder rumbled outside, as if the very universe itself were laughing about the situation.
And then--
“WHAT?” Adam yelped.
“That can happen?” Delia said at the same time, looking at Beetlejuice.
“I guess!” Beetlejuice yelled.
“Wait, so there’s someone in our house right now?” Charles asked.
“Surprise!” Lydia said weakly. She looked up the staircase. “You can come down now.”
There was shuffling from upstairs; Presley emerged into the light of the open stairwell and staggered her way down the stairs, each step she took being punctuated by a wince. There were several gasps, mainly from Barbara, Delia, and Adam, as she stopped next to Lydia- not that Lydia blamed her family for their reactions.
Presley looked much, much worse in full lightning. Her skin was no longer pale pink like it had been in the Netherworld, rather just pale, as if all the blood was drained from her body and leaving her as an empty shell. Even her lips were completely leached of color. It was impossible to tell if the dark rings around her eyes were from sleep deprivation or were just shiners caused by her death. Her jockey uniform was slathered in a thick caking of mud--and then Lydia realized most of that was just dried blood. Black hoofprints were stamped up and down her chest, stomach, and legs, and some areas of the fabric were ripped, revealing grimy, bruised, and bloodied flesh underneath. The streams of blood down her face and side of her head were completely dried now, crusted over and flaking off. She was squeezing her crop nervously, bright hazel eyes darting everywhere around the house, but she quickly latched onto Lydia’s arm with one of her hands, holding on tightly, similarly to how she did down in the Netherworld when they first met.
“Everyone…” Lydia said to her gaping family. “Meet Presley!”
#i dont know what this au is gonna be called yet#but it's definitely something!#beetlejuice the musical#beetlejuice the broadway musical#beetlejuice au#beetlejuice fanfiction#beetlejuice fic#beetlejuice fluff#beetlejuice#lydia deetz#barbara maitland#adam maitland#delia deetz#charles deetz#the jockey#we poured mud through their veins
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BTS Caretaker CH41
Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?
- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)
- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au
- Word Count: 4,174
- Author Note: Happy Eid to those who celebrate, and yes this chapter is pure fluff <3 we lovee seulliee and yoongii and bangtannies!
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Chapter 41
“Are you two like together now?” Namjoon eyed the two lovebirds with so much interest followed by whistles in the background by the rest of the members. The tease went on when Seul moved away and hid her pink face in Yoongi’s arm practically clinging onto her dear life.
“Obviously. For some reason, Seul is being extremely clingy around hyung” said Jungkook with his eyes fixed on his phone playing the usual online games.
Offended by the remarks, Seul finally let go Yoongi’s arm and glared at his way “I am not being clingy. The thought of dating Yoongi is too much for me to comprehend” she murmured lowly.
“Wait until you live under the same roof as him then you know, it is not easy to handle Yoongi” Jin stated in the matter of fact tone receiving a dissatisfied look from the pale man. “Are you done exposing me to my girlfriend?” Yoongi snickered.
“Girlfriend” they responded in unison as though it was not enough to tease the two with mere look and the members were practically ganging up on them. With a proud smile spread across his face, Namjoon nodded in satisfaction “I am glad both of you are together and there is no bad blood between us. Not really all of us but the rest of you whom actually see Seul more than a friend” he stressed that part and glanced at Jungkook and Jin.
Jungkook and Jin exchanged a meaningful look as they heard their leader continued “We have known each other for as long as I can remember, this issue should have not jeopardized our friendship. And, I am proud of everyone for taking this matter maturely. Especially, you Gukk” Seul sent a grateful smile to his way, and he winked in response.
“I.. want what is best for Yoongi hyung, for Bangtan and for Seul-ie. I can handle this” “I am sorry” Seul mumbled before Jungkook could finish off his words.
“I don’t want the guilt consume my heart, but it can’t be helped sometimes. I am sorry, because of me you almost ruin everything that you build together” Jin and Jungkook shook their head, heaving a soft sigh.
Yoongi’s arm was automatically wrapped around her shoulder as a comfort “Baby, you don’t need to be sorry. It is not your fault” he gave the top of her head a soft peck. “We care for you and we love you dearly” Seul blinked his tears, allowing Yoongi to pull her small body into his embrace.
“Seul-ah, your existence in our life is the best gift that we ever had. Thank you for being our friend and to treat us not as a celebrity but just us” Jin professed earnestly. “It is a wonderful feeling, to be able to love you. We will cherish that deep in our heart” Jimin murmured watching the girl turned fifty shades of pink in Yoongi’s arms.
“Me too nuna. You will always be my first love” the maknae muttered shyly as Jimin nudged him with a teasing smile.
“I bet Jungkook has learned a lot from it” Jimin retorted.
Sitting quietly at the corner was Taehyung with a worried frown evident on his forehead “I am sorry for losing my shit that time and hurt your feelings. I can’t forget the foolish mistake that I commit, ugh stupid me” he puckered his lower lips in protest of his own demeanour.
“Taetae, I thought we have settled that stop blaming yourself. I understand why you did that so, let’s forget about those horrible fight okay?” her smile radiates the room.
“So, when can we meet ahjumma? I am dying to meet her!” Hoseok eyes glimmered with hope as others nodded in agreement. It is about time to meet their caretaker ahjumma considering the issues of her contract has been resolved. Therefore, it wouldn’t be a big problem for them to meet Seul’s mother.
She grinned widely “Oh, mother talked to me about that. She wishes to meet all of you soon probably after undergoing her kidney transplant” their face lit up in pure excitement upon hearing the news.
“Mrs Hwang finally get a donor, that’s cool! when is the date of her operation?”
“Next week and I will be taking few days off from work”
“But..we will be in Osaka next week” pressing his lips together, Yoongi hummed lowly. He really wanted to be by her side when the day come but knowing how it clashed with their Wings Tour in Osaka, Yoongi face harden at the thought.
Realizing his sour face, Seul slipped her arm around his waist admiring her boyfriend’s soft feature “I will be alright, focus on the tour okay?” at this point the rest of the soul inside the room were immune to the couple’s romantic gesture. As though watching them being touchy towards each other wasn’t enough to send chills down their spine.
“Maybe you can take the first flight after the concert end?” Jungkook suggested.
“No way, you guys need rest. Don’t think of flying anywhere after the concert” she frowned deeply despising the idea of leaving Macao without proper rest.
Yoongi seemed to be reconsidering the idea while glancing at the younger man with a grateful smile “That is not our first time. I like that idea Jungkook” Jungkook responded with a small salute.
“Baby you are not flying anywhere after the concert?!” Seul look bewildered as her eyes found its way to Jungkook, throwing daggers at his way.
“Baby~~” the guys chortled in unison once again causing the girl to squirm shyly. The eldest cringed not be able to handle more sweetness from them “As much as I like both of you I am so not used to see Yoongi and Seul together without fighting even for one minute” Yoongi swung his arm around Seul bringing the girl close to his body.
“She is using that mouth of hers for good things from now on” that remark earned a dissatisfied grunt from every member as they totally got what he meant by the good things. Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Seul chose to remain silent not going to get herself involved in the boys’ childish conversation.
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Breaking: Underground rapper Stephanie took down her Instagram post with an open apology to BTS’s Suga and Army.
This week, the industry was shaken by Suga’s dating scandal that involved Stephanie, a Korean-Canadian underground rapper. The Instagram’s post by Stephanie which claimed that she’s one of BTS Suga many girlfriends earlier this week was already taken down by the rapper.
Stephanie then in her recent Instagram’s post posted an open apology acknowledging her mistake for causing the unnecessary misunderstanding and worries. She denied the rumours of knowing BTS Suga personally as they had never met in the past. The scandalous Instagram’s post was said to be directed to someone else which had nothing to do with Suga.
Bighit seemed to be taken the matter pertaining to their artiste seriously as Stephanie’s management is willing to give their full cooperation to solve the issues without problems. Netizens on the other hand are not convinced with the news and demanded an explanation from Suga in the near future. Fans are enraged of the netizens who send malicious comment towards BTS and claim that Suga has nothing to explain as he’s not at fault.
Bighit has finally put BTS’s Suga and Stephanie dating rumours to rest with an official statement by the label today. The label states “ The dating rumours about Suga and Stephanie are not true. They’ve never met each other in the past. None of BTS members own a personal social media account apart from the official one. We are looking into this matter seriously and a legal action will be taken to those who spread false rumour about BTS. Please continue to love and support BTS in the future. Thank you”
Sprawling on the couch was Yoongi looking solemn and stress though the official statement by his label had cleared his name from the malicious rumours, he was worried of how it would affect the group as whole in the future. Guess, he must see it with his own eyes this Saturday during their concert.
Namjoon took a seat across him noticing Yoongi low energy ever since the article was out to public “Are you okay hyung? I think Bang Pd’s team had outdone themselves this time” he exclaimed softly fixing the glasses at the bridge of his nose.
“I don’t know. I am worried of how it will affect the group. The scandal was dirty and unacceptable Joon. If it only involve a dating scandal then it should be fine however.. this one.. people will be doubting BTS’s integrity and attitude. I am sorry..that it comes to this” he said in his deep voice.
The leader disagreed “You didn’t ask for this. It is never your fault, you are not the cause of this rumour to spread wildly like this. We know everything was a lie and we are in this together. Nothing can change that. There is no just BTS Suga, it is Bangtan Sonyeondan as whole. So, hyung don’t blame yourself for something you didn’t do” Yoongi sat up, rubbing his back head out of anger.
“What if it makes Seul doubt me?” it comes out nowhere, but his insecurity is severe since start, which is complicated for him to handle.
Unamused, Namjoon raised his brows with a perplexed look “Hyung, do you even hear yourself? Seul loves you with all her heart, what makes you think she will question your sincerity?” the latter shook his head in dismay.
“Both of you really need to spend a day together as if like a legit date. Have you even been to one?” the younger man pried answers from the already distressed man. Yoongi shook his head while recollecting the memories of him and Seul “One time, the bungee jumping” with that statement it brought laughter inside the room.
“Ew, who brings a woman to a bungee jumping for a date. Seriously hyung, you could do better. I am not amused” Namjoon retorted sarcastically.
Yoongi rolled his eyes offended by the leader response “It is romantic, and you should really try it out before laugh to my face” regaining his posture was Namjoon as he had a good time making fun of his hyung choice of date.
“Did Seul enjoy the date?”
“Of course!” he answered without any hesitation.
“I doubt that, knowing Seul, I bet you got cussed so hard that day” he chuckled at the thought of Seul’s fierce side.
Grunting lowly, Yoongi shot the fellow rapper a hard look shutting the guy’s mouth completely “Bring her to stargaze. Just both of you, a simple picnic-“ “Who does picnic at night?” suspicious with the ideas, he fired back earning a displease protest from the latter.
“I never heard picnic being associated with any period of time. I think this date fits both of you. You don’t like being in crowded place and prefer a quiet area. Seul doesn’t fancy an extravaganza date, so that will be perfect” he continued to fish Yoongi’s intrest.
“Picnic also means I have to cook something for us to eat” Yoongi expressed his concern.
Namjoon scrunched his nose in disbelief, if that’s what on his mind all this time then this man really need to get a dating class from a professional. “Prepare a simple one like sandwich. I thought we had enough practice from the Run BTS show, can’t you apply one of the recipes that we learned from that show for the sake of your date with Seul” he facepalmed as soon as Yoongi tilted his head in confusion.
“You do realize you can’t bring your proud ramen to a date right? Gosh, go and ask for Jin hyung’s help then” Yoongi loathed the idea of getting a help from Jin.
“He used to like Seul, I don’t trust him. What if he is planning to ruin my date by sabotaging the food?”
Overdramatic Yoongi was difficult to handle indeed. “Ramen is so unromantic hyung. I am against that choice of food. And, no alcohol. Seul doesn’t drink. Get help from Jin hyung to prepare a simple Kimbap at least. Who needs fancy food when all you do is making out?” his sarcasm has soared to a higher level challenging Yoongi’s ego.
“Yah! That is not true. Don’t turn me into a pervert”
“Aren’t you one?” a faint voice interrupted their serious conversation. Sweaty Jin sank beside the leader with a playful smile “So are you planning to take Seul out for a romantic date?” he inquired the obvious. “I can help you with the food. I know Seul’s favourite food” Yoongi glared in process while his mind insisted on accepting the older guy’s offer, but the jealousy stopped him from doing the right thing.
“Who is dating Seul here? You or Jin Hyung…” he teased the grumpy man.
“Shut it. What can you cook for Seul?” a wide grin spread across Jin’s face upon hearing the request from Yoongi’s mouth.
Jin chuckled “Grocery shopping in an hour” he threw the used towel at Yoongi as he arose from his seat to get changed. Unwilling to spend the day at the grocery some more with Kim Seokjin, Yoongi pushed his body up considering this thing involved Seul like he could bail on Jin.
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Third attempt.
Fourth attempt.
Fifth attempt but came to no avail. There was no answer from Seul, now he wondered the girl’s whereabout. To begin with, this was Namjoon’s idea to not notify the busy girl beforehand about this date. He insisted that the surprise should start before the actual date took place.
“Kim Namjoon, I am so done with you” he grunted under his breath. Yoongi took this matter into his hand and decided to pick Seul up by his own. He should have done it sooner instead of listening to Namjoon’s fairy-tale.
The journey to Seul’s neighbourhood took approximately twenty minutes by public transportation. It has been a long time since he last used public transportation to anywhere. Even though he sneaked out once in awhile when he needed a fresh air, he avoided crowded place at all cost. Therefore, public transportation was not an option since he preferred to walk appreciating his surroundings.
He climbed up the stairs praying hard in his head that Seul would be home. On top of that, this would be his first time to meet Seul’s family. The thought of meeting their caretaker lady after years numbed his mind.
“Breath Min Yoongi.. Breath” he smoothed his sweaty palm against his dark wash jeans. Pressing the red button, he could hear heavy footsteps beyond the door hollering “Give me a second” not long after the door was opened wide.
Yoongi was welcomed by Hoon confused face “Yoongi hyung? What are you doing here?” he blinked rapidly making sure he’s seeing the right thing.
Swallowing the heavy lumps in his throat, he emitted a soft cough “Hi, Hoon. Ah, I am looking for Seul, is she home? She didn’t pick up my calls” Hoon shot him an unknowing smile and nodded in response to his early question.
“Nuna is home but she’s sleeping though. Do you want me to wake her up?”
“No, it is okay. Can I wake her up instead? I mean not to sound weird but yeah… I can do it, if you allow me” he mumbled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck in process.
Hoon chuckled lightly watching how a renowned rapper like Min Yoongi turned into an adorable puppy at his doorstep “You are nuna’s boyfriend, why should I mind if you want to wake her up. Come in hyung” he provided a space for Yoongi to walk.
“You know?” he entered the apartment.
“It is obvious. Plus, nuna is a bad liar. How can we not know? I am happy for you and nuna, please love my nuna and don’t hurt her” he closed the door behind him and led Yoongi to Seul’s bedroom.
Yoongi softened as a warm smile found its way on his handsome face “I promise to love her and to cherish her. She is an amazing woman, I won’t hurt her” Hoon opened the door to Seul’s room and signalled him to get inside.
“I trust you hyung. Mom would be happy to meet you, I will go get her. For now, go and wake nuna. She is a light sleeper, but it is hard to get her out from bed, so good luck” chuckling softly, he left Yoongi with one last ‘Hwaiting’.
He scanned the room admiring its ambience, simple and minimalistic just matched his personal preference. Now he had seen another side of Seul, it was another way in deepening their relationship.
Smiling bashfully to himself, he tore his gaze to the sleeping figure on the bed. Seul looked ten times cuter than she already did when she was asleep. His heart melted at the sight. Yoongi sat carefully not to wake her lover up.
You look effortlessly beautiful even in your sleep. He mentally complimented the girl before him. Unconsciously, his hand reached out to stroke the strand of her hair from covering her eyes. She stirred a little in her sleep, squinting her eyes in process as Yoongi returned to admire her sleeping face.
“Mmm..Hoon..What time is it” Seul croaked.
“Time for you to get up baby” he whispered playfully.
“Baby what?” reluctantly, she rubbed her eyes in protest. Even in this state, she never failed to amuse Yoongi with her grumpy side. What a thing to witness. Her eyes rounded in sheer horror realizing Yoongi’s presence in her room. Sitting up almost immediately, her hoarse voice boomed across the cold room “What in the world? Why are you here?!” she hissed.
“To take you out for a date, so get up” he grabbed her hands, pulling the lazy to girl to her feet.
“Yah, Min Suga! Don’t invade my personal space, you are unbelievable. And what date? That is so sudden!” ignoring the words that flew like a freaking bullet, he dragged the girl to the bathroom. “What are you doing get out!!!” she squirmed under his strong grasp.
Yoongi rolled his eyes, collecting her hair and tied it neatly into a bun. Dazed by his weird action, Seul didn’t know what to expect next. She watched him grabbing her purple toothbrush, pressing the toothpaste on it. Giving her no time to digest, he shoved the toothbrush inside her mouth softly.
“Open your mouth, wide” Yoongi motioned the girl to follow his action. She stared at their reflection through the mirror in disbelief. Did Min Yoongi just brush her teeth as if she’s 2 years old girl? Goodness, what the hell was he trying to do?
“Stay still, I am trying to brush your teeth woman!”
“I can do it by my own” Seul slapped his hand softly, allowing her to hold the brush instead. To her distaste, the stubborn man turned her body to face him and swept her up, placing her carefully at the edge of the marble top.
His brow flinched, unamused by Seul’s persistence “I will do it so can you just listen to me?” he swatted her hand, finally in charged of brushing Ji Seul’s teeth again. Unromantic and weird. Tired of fighting, Seul rolled her eyes only to earn a light smack on her forehead.
“Don’t be a brat” he snickered.
She puckered her lips, upset with the childish treatment. Seul shot her boyfriend a ‘I hate you forever’ look. Of course, that didn’t stop Yoongi to pamper her like a little girl. Yoongi stood in between her legs, and leaned forward to take a glass of water for Seul to rinse her mouth.
As much as she hated being treated like an incapable person, she enjoyed this soft moment with Yoongi. Something that never happened to before, so it was rather amusing to experience it with a guy like Yoongi. He dabbed her mouth with clean cloth and hung it loosely around her neck afterwards.
“Go shower and change. I will wait for you outside. Or do you want me to shower you? I am up for that” he smirked playfully.
“Ew, no. Unless you stink”
“I am not!” Seul giggled cutely, throwing her arms around his neck. “You smell just like my Min Yoongi” she nuzzled his face allowing the man to pull her body close.
“Stop seducing me, I don’t have self-control” he whispered against her lips, moving it painfully slow just to tease her patience. Murmuring softly, she softened her lips over his warmth one “Then, get out before I change my mind” he let out a low groan.
“I will make you pay soon” pulling the playful girl into a breathless kiss, he set her down giving her space to breathe. The more he stayed in the same room as hers, the dangerous it would be.
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“Heol, nuna you don’t expect to go out for a date in that outfit, right?” his jaw hung low as his eyes scanned her sister from head to toes. Seul cringed in displeased upon hearing Hoon’s remarks “What is wrong with my outfit? It is my favourite hoodie and jeans” she puffed her cheeks.
“You look perfect” Yoongi chuckled softly exchanging look with Mrs Hwang whilst Hoon crossed his arm in disagreement.
“You look ugly” he corrected.
“Yah Ji Hoon! It is just a date with Min Yoongi. It is not a big deal! Mom, please tell me I look good in this?” she shoved her hands inside the pocket and pouted in hope to receive a morale support from her dear mother.
Mrs Hwang chided “ To me your outfit matched Yoongi-ah. So, I think you look pretty. Hoon stop making fun of your sister” she warned. “Next time I will dress you up prettily, now go and enjoy your date” she gave Yoongi’s hand a soft pat.
“Take care of my daughter and don’t forget to be careful. You don’t want to get caught by fans” he pulled his usual gummy smile. “I will make sure to protect Seul, ahjumma. Urm, we’ll get going now then. It is nice meeting you. The rest of the members are excited to see you soon”
“I know. Come and meet me once I get better, I will let you know. Seul, be nice to Yoongi. Do not be a kid” Seul pursed her lips and walked up to her mother for a brief hug. “Yoongi is the kid here anyway. See you later”
The lovebirds exited the house hand in hand finally to their very first date which was not a typical date inside Suga’s Genius Lab. Something new and exciting.
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Laying casually on the grass covered by a clean cloth beneath, they enjoyed the cold breeze and the shimmering stars above them. For once Namjoon’s idea worked today and Yoongi couldn’t be happier than this knowing he spend a quality time with the love of his life.
Yoongi had his hand encircled tightly around Seul’s waist, caressing it slowly enjoying the warmth that he gained from this proximity. Scooting closer to Yoongi, she grazed her fingers on his chest while continue stargazing.
“I wish to say like this forever” he broke the silence, followed by a satisfied sigh.
Seul propped her chin on his chest, gazing at Yoongi face lovingly. His lips curled into a charming smile as he pushed her up to match his level “Stop weakening my heart. You are hard to resist even now” his eyes bore into hers.
“I am not used to romantic Suga. Guess, I am going to live with that thought in my mind” she blushed, rubbing their nose together.
“Every moment that we spend together from now on, I will make sure it is something unforgettable. So you will love me even more” his sweet and alluring voice hummed, driving her heart to the edge of the cliff.
She stroked his jaws, trailing a kiss along his nose to the corner of his lips “I think I am falling for you deeper without trying. I am going to miss you, being this close to you” his lips broke into another charming smile.
“When you miss me, just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go” Yoongi slid his hand to her neck, caressing it softly. Melted into his deep gaze, she felt his face inched to hers and his breath fanned against her skin.
“I will find my way home because you are my home” nibbling on her lips, he hovered her lips, kissing her sweetly.
You are my home. She repeated in her head multiple time devouring herself into this sweet moment. Even the short kisses that they shared could render them breathless. Live in the moment and paint it with beautiful memories, because it is worth it.
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Sen Çal Kapımı Episode 17 aka Expect The Unexpected
I know I have been quite slow with the reviews lately. I guess real life just got busier and messier. But my thoughts are always with the show, with our two crazy lovesick kids. I make sure to watch each new episode live, keep up with new fragmans.
I remember before episode 17 aired, after having seen the fragmans, I was ready for another filler episode. I was also a bit frustrated that instead of moving the storyline forward they decided to randomly throw in the pregnancy scare trope. However, the writers managed to surprise me with the episode that I hadn't expected much from. I also believe we might have got a bit of foreshadowing as well as an important catalyst to finally move the story forward.
But let's discuss all the good and bad in detail.
The things I loved/liked:
☑️ how balanced this episode was: the transition from the lighter and funnier first part to a more loaded second half with some longing between Edser, completely unexpected turn of events at the party and finally - that gut-wrenching final scene; everything was done at the right pace, at least it felt that way to me; they didn't drag on the pregnancy misunderstanding, it was resolved in one day which I was more than happy with (it could've lasted for days 😬);
☑️ Serkan: my baby is back where he belongs - among all the things I loved about the episode 🥰❤️
honestly, Serkan and his response to the whole situation was one of the main highlights for me - it was hilarious, it was adorable, it was sweet, it was loving;
I have already mentioned before that I absolutely love how attuned to Eda Serkan is; this episode wasn't an exception; do you remember the moment he realised something was up? it literally took a comment from Leyla to Eda about tea and our boy's eyebrows immediately furrowed in confusion and suspicion; and when he came up to Eda to tell her they would work together and asked if that was okay - of course he noticed how Eda's face changed before she left for the bathroom; and a concerned hubby that he is he asked Leyla what was wrong and then instructed her to keep tabs on Eda - swoon 🥰😍
that phone call to the family doctor and his face when he heard the doctor mention pregnancy - 🤣🤣🤣🤣
and then his comment about Ebola completely cracked me up - he's such a hypochondriac 👀😬🙈😂
his bathroom meltdown - comedy GOLD! Kerem was spectacular in that scene, his facial expressions as well as that "NE???!!!" - worthy of a standing ovation 👏👏👏 and it proves what a great actor he is in both funny comedy moments and loaded dramatic scenes; it gets me rolling on the floor when he juggles all sorts of facial expressions and I drown in my own tears when he cries;
then there were tiny adorable moments that, I think, really spoke volumes yet again what sort of person Serkan is - kind and caring, someone who loves deeply; when he told Eda not to sit down so fast, when he asked if she was hungry, tried to make her sit down, was worried that she was cold, took unhealthy snacks from her and got her fruit and nuts instead, was making sure she was comfortable, kept glancing at her stomach - all that was a sneak peek at what Serkan Bolat will be as a father; he will be such a mother hen and when Eda is actually pregnant I swear he will be the one more hormonal 🤣😂😆
I loved that he shared his suspicions with Engin;
his reaction when the misunderstanding got cleared up - I was rolling on the floor 🤣🤣
and while he was relieved it didn't look bad on him; it wasn't a type of relief when a person doesn't really want kids or doesn't want them with this particular person and thinks "oh, that was close!"; I am sure when it comes to Eda Serkan wants to make their own football team of Mini-Bolats; he wants this woman to have his children - I believe it without a shadow of doubt; however, I am also sure that, given the current situation Serkan and Eda are in, Serkan wouldn't want to tie Eda to himself like that;
the party - when he saw Eda in the dress he had bought for her 🔥🔥🔥🔥; I am sure he was useless in the conversations he was trying to make because his focus was entirely on Eda, he was following her every move with hungry eyes; damn, Sir! at least try to be a little more discreet 😏🥵
I loved how he asked Eda point blank if she had chosen the dress on purpose - he wasn't even trying to hide how affected he was;
and finally - of course there was that final scene with Serkan when he completely LOST IT; honestly, watching him break down like that - gave me chills;
we had never seen him like that; it's a well-known and established fact what kind of a person Serkan Bolat is - he's a control freak who can and is good at keeping his emotions in check, he doesn't express his feelings easily or even at all that's why he comes off as a cold and emotionless robot; so can you imagine how bad the situation has to be for him to lose it like that and not in the privacy of his home, where he's alone, but in the office, with all his employees and friends as witnesses?
the situation is really Serkan's worst nightmare due to the number of reasons:
1 - Serkan is a control freak (as I have already mentioned many times) and being in a situation where he cannot control something is hard for him psychologically;
2 - Serkan is a perfectionist and perfectionism often stems from the fear of making mistakes because a person was raised this way, wasn't allowed to make any mistakes as a child; we have even heard it from Serkan himself in one of the conversations with his father - he grew up thinking he had no right for mistakes, thinking that he must have done something wrong for his parents to just send him away;
3 - the cruel irony of this situation being so similar to what had happened to Eda's parents;
of course no one died but it could have happened; then Serkan would have turned into his father (in his own mind and eyes); it's just like Eda's parents all over again; can you imagine what kind of thoughts were going through his head? how he's cursed or something, that he really doesn't deserve Eda, that his family taints everything it touches... 😭💔
Kerem's acting in the last scene was truly one of his best and strongest Serkan moments👏👏👏👏;
☑️ Eda: one of my absolute favourite things about our girl is that she keeps her word; there are not many people who do this in life (while I myself try to keep my promises I, unfortunately, often fail);
I was so proud that, no matter what's going on between herself and Serkan, Eda didn't refuse to help Aydan and promised that they would work on her phobia together;
I also loved Eda's idea with the virtual tour around London - very creative and thoughtful way to help Aydan get out of the house without actually leaving the house because baby steps, this cannot be rushed, this type of problems don't go away at the snap of our fingers;
while I find it a bit strange that Eda volunteered to babysit a random couple's child (me and Serkan both, he also said that he doesn't understand Eda 🙈😆) it's another great manifestation to the type of a person she is - kind, loving, generous, ready to help even complete strangers; moreover, the whole situation with the baby allowed us to sneak a peek at Eda as a mother;
and speaking of that scene where Serkan said he didn't understand Eda and wanted to know why she would agree to help people she didn't know - I freaking LOVED how unapologetic she was when she said it's who she is; so he either accepts her for who she is (the way she accepted him) or he can be on his merry way; that's such a joy to watch - a woman who's not sorry for who she is, who loves and respects herself and demands the same respect in return 👏👏👏💞💞💞;
finally, there was the final scene but before that there was also a small moment after the roof had collapsed, when they were still at that house - everybody had left and Eda asked Serkan if there was something she could do, if he wanted to be left alone; she gave him what he wanted and needed in that moment;
but the next day, in the office, after having witnessed his breakdown Eda shows her unwavering belief in Serkan; I loved how she was able to put aside her hurt, maybe to an extent even her pride, and come to him; how she didn't back down and in that moment refused to leave him alone because she knew that wasn't what he needed, he needed her; and she was there, she was there when it mattered;
☑️ Edser: these two idiots are broken up but I swear they couldn't look or act more married; that's basically what we got in this episode - a flashforward of sorts where Edser are married with a kid and expecting another one;
however, this episode also provided us with some longing and lots of UST at that party;
and again there were subtle nods to them being soulmates, which manifested itself in how attuned to each other they were (Serkan with the pregnancy, Eda at the end of the episode) and also the parallel scene at the very beginning with both of them boxing - the same choice of activity to take their minds off of each other (it was also hot as hell 🔥🔥🔥🥵);
☑️ Aydan: OMG CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?
yes, Aydan made it into this category!😱😲
but the writers had really been doing a good job with her and actually showed character growth;
at the beginning of the episode when Eda confronted Aydan about what she had overheard Aydan tried to make something up and said how it was her who had convinced Serkan that they were wrong for each other; what I really enjoyed in that moment was how uncomfortable Aydan looked while saying all those things; it was basically written on her face that what she was saying wasn't true, that wasn't how she felt, she understood that it would hurt Eda to hear that and she didn't want that; it's such a stark contrast to Aydan from episode 11; does anyone remember episode 11? well, I do, perfectly well; I was ENRAGED; Aydan back then said how Eda was not the right match for her son, she was cruel and she didn't even give a flying flip that her words were hurtful for Eda;
it was also nice to see how humbled Aydan was while receiving Eda's help;
☑️ Engin: basically the fact that he continues being the best best friend ever and his reaction to Eda's possible pregnancy - PRICELESS!🤣🤣🤣
I think Engin is the second (after Eda) and the last person who can get away with pulling Serkan Bolat by his cheeks 🙈😆😂
I also really enjoyed Engin's dig at Serkan's character and how he hoped his nephew/niece wouldn't take after Serkan 🤣🤣🤣;
The things I didn't like / was annoyed with:
❎ Efe: oh, he's one bad motherfucker!😠😡🤬😤
from pretty much openly threatening to teach Serkan a lesson to actually fucking up those blueprints and setting Serkan up - THE *UCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?
it was clear from the phone call with his secret partner that he hadn't planned for it to go like that but still his intentions had clearly been far from good and he deserves whatever is coming his way; like Serkan Bolat coming for his head and ending his career 🙄😎;
❎ Pırıl and Engin: the whole jealousy thing was so far-fetched and tiring to watch; to me Pırıl seemed a bit too territorial, it's quite obvious that Engin had only eyes for her; Engin was too oblivious and honestly I feel bad for him because the writers turn him into a bigger idiot (when it comes to women) with each new episode;
❎ Selin: the same thing over and over again, in each new episode she's unbearable; she just walks around with bitch face, complains about everything and everyone but ultimately serves zero purpose;
this character is so focused on herself that she didn't even seem bothered by her conversation with Efe where he basically threatened Serkan; there was a poor attempt with that "should I be worried?" but it was enough for Efe to just smile at her and she let it slide 🤦🤷;
in that scene at the office with Ceren and Ferit the behaviour she demonstrated was the one of a pre-schooler or maybe immature teenager but definitely not of a grown-up woman;
❎ Ceren and Ferit: while they started out really well, I enjoyed their first meeting, then it got weird and their interactions became awfully uneven; Ceren is really overdoing this hot and cold thing;
while I liked how Ceren stood up for herself after Selin's outburst, I think all of that should have been said to Selin's face, not Ferit's.
And that's pretty much it! Finally!🥳🥳🥳
P.S. Wanted to post my episode 18 review today as well, before episode 19 airs, but it's still not ready, need to cut down some stuff cause it's turning into a freaking monster 🤦😱
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La Douleur Exquise 2; l.jn
• Word Count: 11.8K
• Summary: For you so loved him deeply, but all he needed from you was to satisfy his venereal desires. Lee Jeno was the painful yet ethereal lust, while Na Jaemin was your salvation. To love Lee Jeno was to endure in agony, but what could you do when his own bestfriend made you feel what true love is?
• Author's Note: This is my second one shot under the "Heir / Heiress AU". This part will mention Na Jaemin a little more, but I assure you it still revolves and is associated with Jeno and the reader's relationship. Please do go back to part one before jumping to this. Special credits to the Kdrama "The Inheritors" where I got the business school idea from and also credits to the owner of the photo used as the cover. I hope you guys Lee Donghyuck's Illicit Desire, the first book of this series. Enjoy!
La Douleur Exquise 1
"How does it feel to have Jaemin's hands all over you? Were you that desperate for attention that you had to sashay Jaemin in front of me?" Jeno growled as he bit marks onto your skin. It's been a week since his message and you've been avoiding him as much as possible. Ignoring his phone calls, and keeping him on read, this enraged Jeno even more, he was restless and he managed to get ahold of you today. As you were passing by, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into an empty classroom. He pulled you closer towards him and you could feel the anger radiate from his body. But you couldn't understand why. Jeno had no rights, and according to him, there were no strings attached to this little relationship of yours.
"Jeno." You whimpered as he placed kisses all over your neck. It was rough and full of lust, but you loved it, you indulged in all the things Jeno did to you, for he was worth all that pain. Lee Jeno was worthy enough to shatter your already damaged heart. He could do anything to you and you would never complain, for Lee Jeno was the epitome of a collision between heaven and hell. He could destroy you with his words of rejection, yet he could patch those wounds by his wet kisses.
"Baby, you are mine. Only mine." He says and pulls away from you. His eyes scanned your features thoroughly. A playful smile crept up his lips and he touched your foreheads together, his eyes staring deeply into your dark ones. "Please stay baby. I need you." Jeno whispers and you hum in response. He didn't have to tell you twice. Despite the numerous tears that stained your pillow and the countless times you had to cover your mouth for your cries to be unheard, you'd still go back to Lee Jeno. Only Lee Jeno could hurt you this way, it was an agonizing desire that burned your soul, leaving it in ashes. Yet, it was still him you see yourself falling for over and over again.
Unaware of the certain someone that stared from afar, you shared yet another rough kiss with Jeno.
"We should get going Jeno. You've skipped too many classes this month." You said and Jeno groans. He hated when you acted strict with him, Jeno did not like being told what to do. He was reckless and unruly, not even Seo Yun nor his friends could suppress that part of him. Although he might not act that way as much as before, Lee Jeno still had his reputations of ruining events and properties. Last year's gala preparations were held back due to the big fight that happened between him and Sunwoo. It ended with Jeno getting a bruised lip, Sunwoo had to get a cast since Jeno pushed him too hard and he stumbled into a pile of arranged chairs and hitting his arm against the tables. Both students were not able to participate the gala. Walking out the classroom, you immediately went to your locker to grab a few books and jogging your way to class. It was 10 minutes before the bell rang but you had to cross over to the opposite building for your class.
"I expected you to be smarter than that." Jaemin said the moment you took your seat beside him. Confused, you frowned at him and crossed your arms over your chest.
He looks over at you and combed his black hair with his fingers. "You always go back to Lee Jeno, despite the pain he brings you. How much more until you realize you and him would never work out princess?" He says and your heart froze at what he said. Na Jaemin was right, he always was. But you loved Jeno, and despite knowing that it was wrong, you couldn't help it, you already fell for Jeno. You fell and still continue falling into this bottomless pit of darkness, unsure what lies ahead.
"Jaemin-" Before you could finish your sentence, the sound of the school's speakers blared through the entire school. "Students in Class 4A to 4C, your subject teachers are unable to meet with you, so all of you are free to leave the school campus early for today." Professor Kim's voice rung in your ears.
"I just wished you'd realize that he could never love you the way I do. And, I do genuinely hope you'd change your point of view and give me a chance. But I guess not." He said and stood up to exit the classroom. With the blink of an eyes, Jaemin was gone, and what he said to you stuck like glue.
Na Jaemin liked you? What a turn of events.
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"Tell me. Do you really like her?" Jaemin asks as Jeno types vigorously on his phone, his eyebrow raised at Jaemin's question but spared him no look at all. "Jeno, you can't always expect for her to be there to fulfill your sexual desires. Y/N is not some toy you play around with." Renjun butts in, his glasses drooping from his face as he scribbles roughly on his notes.
The group decided to stay in their hangout spot for a few hours before actually going home. Since Jeno had been ignoring his friend, Jaemin thought this was the perfect opportunity to confront him about you. And Renjun was onboard this plan too. Although you and Renjun never talk, it didn't take a genius to notice the way Jeno has been mistreating you. He knew you were a good person, you ranked above the 20 places during exams, and you were also classmates in one subject.
"Who?" Jeno asks clearly annoyed with the two interrogating him. Deep inside he crossed his fingers that Donghyuck would just shut his mouth about the situation, for Donghyuck was always a pain in the ass to talk to, let alone have a debate with. "Look, I don't know if you're stupid or heartless, but Jeno, Renjun is right." Well it seemed like the gods hated him. Donghyuck speaks up, leaning back on his chair and blowing a puff of breath.
"So, will you just keep telling me all these things, while I am clearly dumbfounded as to who you guys are talking about?" Jeno spits out, slamming his phone on the table.
"Y/N!" Both Jisung and Chenle shouts, piqued at the tension inside the room. It seems that Jaemin, Renjun and Donghyuck were not the only ones that knew about your little relationship with Jeno, the younger ones were always observant about every little detail. If only it were possible, Jeno would've just dived into the gateway to the underworld. He'd rather die in the hands of Cerberus, or even Hades himself than to discuss about what was going on between you and him to his friends.
Jaemin closed his notebook and stared intently at Jeno, "Do you really like Y/N or not?" He asked. His voice dropped an octave lower, which shocked the others at the sudden change of tone. Jaemin was never the one to be too serious about anything, he looked at things in such a cheerful perspective, but now, it seemed all the jokes drained out of his body. Jaemin was grim, and it scared his friends, especially Lee Jeno.
"No. I don't." He answered and from there, it was as if someone had poured gasoline on the already burning flames of rage in Jaemin's system. "Then why do you still mess around with her?" Donghyuck asked, setting his pen on the table and looking up at Jeno.
"Because she's naïve. She thinks we can have this happily ever after despite knowing I'll be engaged to Seo Yun after all this." That was the last strand, Jaemin lunges towards Jeno, grabbing his collar and giving him one hard punch on his face. Everyone was taken aback by his sudden action, except for Jeno, he smirked at his friend in a daring and playful way.
"Did Na Jaemin fall in love for that cheap trash that I hook around with? Do you really enjoy picking up my leftovers? You're pathetic." Jeno taunts and before Jaemin could send another blow, Jisung pulls him away. Chenle and Donghyuck held onto Jeno, trapping him in order to avoid him pouncing on Jaemin. Meanwhile, Jisung hugged Jaemin tightly, stripping him of any way to reach Jeno.
"Jeno stop it. Jaemin calm down." Renjun steps in, his hands on both Jeno and Jaemin's chest. Despite his smaller frame compared to the others, the group fears Huang Renjun for he was always the one that kept everyone in line, especially at things like this
"This is stupid. You're dumb enough to freaking play around with feelings, yet it was wrong of Jaemin to pounce on you like that. I get that neither of you agree on the ways you feel for Y/N, but will you really cause another ruckus just for her?" Renjun says, dropping his hand to his sides while the members slowly loosened their grips on the two boys. Glaring at Jeno, Jaemin grabs his bag and leaves the room before the others could stop him. Lee Jeno was heartless, and he hated that. He could never look at his friend the same way ever again. He despised Lee Jeno, and he hoped you'd hear him out.
As soon as Jaemin walked out the room, a devilish grin played on Jeno's lip. He's always known about the feelings of affection Jaemin had for you, but he was selfish. He liked playing with you, he relished in the thought of how easy it was to fool you, to simply use you for his own selfish gains. Seeing his best friend fall head over heels for you was like the cherry on top his favorite milkshake. He savored the idea of Na Jaemin going out of his way to save you from him.
"Jeno. Please stop. Not only are you hurting her, Jaemin is in pain by simply watching Y/N act stupid for you. And soon enough, your father and Seo Yun might find out about it. Her father will lose his job." Donghyuck says, his arm patting Jeno's shoulder.
Renjun sighed beside Jeno and took off his glasses, setting it on the table. "Are you that heartless? To strip away a family's source of income just so you can satisfy your sexual desires?" Renjun asked while packing his bag. Jisung and Chenle were simply listening to the conversation while they shared a can of soda.
Jeno rolled his eyes at their remarks, but he couldn't help but think, was he really that bad? Maybe he was, but he would never admit his fault, for his pride was one of the things he valued too much. Grabbing his bag and keys, he exited the room and headed to the school's parking lot. A drift around the streets of Seoul would clear his mind, he thought.
Fisting his black hair, Jaemin opens the door to his car and places his bag in the backseat. He was infuriated with the words that spilled out of Jeno's mouth; it drove him crazy. He never knew that his own friend was capable of saying such bleak claims. He understood that Jeno needed you to calm him down, but to the extent of calling you trash and treating you like you were less of a human; it was irrelevant.
"What's got you thinking so deep hm?" Your voice, it was a soothing and a warm melody to Jaemin's ears. Looking up, your eyes connect with each other's and it was as if all of his problems drained out of his body. You've always been his source of relaxation; with you he was calm and collected. Therefore, he refers to you as his lifeline. He depends on you to maintain his serenity. And you were always successful in doing so, for a simple smile from you had always worked effectively on Na Jaemin.
At a loss for words, Jaemin simply grabs your arm and pulls you into his embrace. He was warm and soft, you wrapped your arms on his torso as he wraps one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your head, pushing your head deeper into his blazer. It was a comforting gesture, an escape to all the stress you've been through the past few weeks. "I need you princess." He whispers.
Pulling away from him, you stare up into his eyes and smiled softly, "I'm here Jaemin. You can talk to me." You said and he pulls you into another embrace. A few more minutes passed and the two of you remained in the same position until you pulled away since you had to head home, in which Jaemin offered to drive you back.
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Your eyes were burning due to the lack of sleep, so you opted to put away your notebooks and get ready for bed. Glancing at the clock, it showed 2:13 a.m. therefore, you really needed to be in bed. You sighed and stood up from the table to walk towards your bed. Your phone buzzed from your table so you grabbed it and placed the covers over your body. Surely, your father was asleep in the room opposite from yours so he wouldn't really mind if you were still awake at this hour.
"Baby. Can we talk tomorrow?" It was a message from Jeno. Shaking your head, you left him on read and tucked yourself in your bed, drifting off into a deep, and much needed slumber.
You woke up to the sound of your alarm, and you scrambled out of bed to prepare breakfast for your father. He usually woke up later than you since his shift started around 10 am. As you grabbed your phone, a notification displayed on your screen. "Meet me at the school's fountain by 7." It was another message from Lee Jeno.
You settled the device on the table and walked out your room to prepare. As soon as you were done, you knocked on the door of your father's room and bid him goodbye, with a matching kiss on his cheeks. Then, you exited the apartment to head to school.
"I didn't think you'd show up baby." His voice greeted you as soon as you took a step towards him. He pulls you into a tight embrace and you realized how much you missed Jeno acting soft with you. For the past few months, he was always on edge. Maybe it was due to the stress that was gaining on him, knowing he'd have to take over the company as soon as he graduated.
Families like Lee Jeno's and his friends, it was never that simple. Sure, they had privileges and everything they wanted, was always served on silver platters. But that would never change the fact that they experience tremendous amounts of pressure and high expectations from the people around them. Every one of them was bound to be successful, if not, they'd be humiliated and could even be the cause of the possible downfall of their family businesses. Which is the reason why you've always had high respects for students like Lee Jeno and his friends.
Especially Lee Donghyuck. He was an heir to the second biggest medicinal company all over South Korea. Of course, the biggest belonged to his best friend, or according to Na Jaemin, his girlfriend? It was a risky decision if you do say so yourself. But who were you to judge, you were also risking yourself for a wretched relationship? Huang Renjun owned the school and his mother also owns one of the best boutiques in China. Na Jaemin's family owned a bunch of hotels throughout Asia, which actually makes him one of the richest in their group. Zhong Chenle was the grandson of one of China's wealthiest entrepreneurs and even his mother opened up her own company, in which Chenle might inherit. Park Jisung's family owns one of the best dance studios in Seoul and he is a choreographer in the industry. Overall, the Dreamies were a group of wealthy, successful and well-known individuals throughout the country.
"I would always be at your beck and call, Jeno. It'll always be that way." You whispered and he hugged you tighter. You could feel his body heat radiate and it warmed you up. Jeno always had 2 sides to him; the rough and lustful one, but there was also the soft and fuzzy Jeno. He always confused you with his ever-changing approach.
"Baby, I have to attend a business gala with Seo Yun tonight. But can I count for you to be at Mark's party tomorrow night?" He asked, his chin atop your head. For the first time in months, Jeno actually felt comfortable and welcoming.
You pulled away and stared at him, "I'll try Jeno." And yet again, he flashes another beautiful smile. Jeno was sensuous, his well-proportioned body, toned abs that could be visible through his white shirt, and his sharp jawline that highlights his features.
Indeed, Jeno had the charisma of a Greek god, he was astonishing. Lee Jeno possessed the radiating beauty of the sun god Apollo but he was cursed with Ares' wrath and temper. He was an explosion caused by the collision of heaven and hell, he wreaks havoc in his wake and does not look back on those he hurt. Jeno was a whole chapter from the Greek mythology, but he could never be the whole book, for he tore pages off himself since the day his sister fled. He was missing himself, and that was the reason why he needed you. He needed you to fill in his gaping holes.
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He's been there for weeks. Every time you walked by to head to your locker, he was always there with his head hung low and his hood covered his features, but you knew well enough who he was. Lee Jeno, he was the new heir to the Corsair Realty, one of the biggest real estate companies in South Korea. Supposedly, it was his sister that as to take over their company, but rumor has it that she fled the country to pursue her own career. It was simply a mere conclusion, but maybe that was the reason why you've seen Jeno mope around for the past weeks.
"Are you alright?" Your voice was even softer than it usually was and that made Jeno peek up, his head raising slightly as one eye stared at you. He seemed intimidating, even with just one of his eyes glued on you. You felt bad for the guy and decided that you might come up and talk to him.
As far as you knew, Lee Jeno was a part of the Dreamies. They're a small group of students in your school that had the titles of "wealthiest" and "most privileged" students. The group consisted of seven members, and they were very picky, refusing other people to join their group, wherein only the seven of them could be worthy of being a Dreamie. Somewhat, a clique if you do say so yourself.
The Dreamies were significantly popular, not only in the school but also throughout the country. For all the members were heirs of some of the biggest industries in South Korea. Mark Lee, he was the Canadian boy with jet black hair and adorable smile. He was the oldest amongst the group, being born in 1999. Mark was a senior in your school, and one of the highest achievers in their grade. His family owns a manufacturing company in both South Korea and Canada, which is the sole reason why he might leave the country after their graduation, for he will take over the company in Canada.
Next, Huang Renjun. Renjun was probably one, if not, the most well-known student in the school for his family owned the school itself. Aside from that, he originally came from China, and his mother owns one of the best boutiques there. Renjun was the smallest amongst their group, yet he was one of the most intimidating, for he always walked around the school with his sharp stares and burning gazes. It was not often to see Huang Renjun smile, unless he was with his friends. He sported this blonde hair with soft streaks of rainbow colors in pastel at the tips of it. Along with Na Jaemin and Lee Donghyuck, the three of them are some of the smartest students in your grade.
Na Jaemin, he was beautiful, like some prince charming ripped from the pages of a fairy tale. Unlike Renjun, Jaemin was always spotted smiling and greeting everyone who greeted him. He was adorable and always had this positive vibe around him. Jaemin loved to joke with his friends and make those around him laugh. He was known to be the angel of their group for he was clingy and loved to shower his friends with soft affection.
Lee Donghyuck was like a collision between Huang Renjun and Na Jaemin. He could be as frigid and sassy as Renjun yet, he had the same positive vibe just like Na Jaemin. He had such contrasting personalities, nevertheless, his friends seem to get along with him well. Maybe that was why Donghyuck stood out from his friends, all of them stood out. However, Lee Donghyuck always had this bright vibe around him, which is why he was named "Sunshine Hyuck". Aside from his playful persona, Lee Donghyuck was the smartest amongst them, which was another reason he could be easily identified amid their friend group.
Zhong Chenle was well known as the wealthiest member. He was the grandson of one of the most successful and well-off entrepreneurs in China, and his mother owned one of the largest manufacturing company in the country. Chenle was adorable, his vibes were like strawberries and marshmallows. Besides his cute and childish persona, he was often called as the "Dolphin" due to his high-pitched screams and laughs, which you only ever heard whenever he was with his friends.
Park Jisung, he was prodigious. At such a young age, he held the title of "Nation's Best Dancer" in Korea. Well, that was no surprise since his family owned one, if not the best dance studio in Seoul. Both his parents were preeminent dancers, including Jisung himself. At the age of 14, he started teaching small groups and choreographed a bunch of performances that were absolutely phenomenal.
And last but not the least was this gorgeous man I front of you. Lee Jeno. He was often distinguished as the troublemaker in the group. Jeno possessed this bad boy vibe, which suited him well - that you could never deny. Unlike his friends, he was supposedly the only one amongst them that was not an heir, and he never wanted to be. He believed that the responsibilities and expectations that came with it was not something he would enjoy. Jeno was wild, recalcitrant and he never likes the idea of people telling him what to do. He wants to do whatever he likes without any second thoughts and without the criticism weighing down on his back. But all that changed when his sister fled the country, leaving Jeno to inherit the company.
"Why are you here?" He asked, his voice was deep and hoarse - it sounded as if he was in pain. Trapped inside the mazes of his thoughts, running around, unable to find a way out, yet Jeno would never disclose that thought to his friends. He was afraid of being judged.
You smiled bitterly and extended your arm forward, offering him a cup of coffee that you bought for Heio's. IT has always crossed your mind to approach him for you felt the need to ask him if he was alright, and today seemed like a good day to do so. So, you stopped over at Heio's and ordered a caramel milkshake and some Vanilla latte, something sweet for Lee Jeno. You didn't even know if he liked coffee, but it was worth a shot.
He takes a swift glance at the cup extended towards him and narrows his eyes at you, "What is this?" He asked, clearly still confused and maybe annoyed as to why you initiated a conversation with him in the first place.
"A Vanilla latte, I figured maybe if you were not a big fan of coffee, this was something a little less strong." You answered, yet with such dulcet and baffled voice, it almost sounded like a question. Jeno brings his eyes back to the cup in your hands, and slowly reaches out for it, mumbling a thank you.
"I'll ask again, why are you here?" He asked as he took a small sip from the cup, his thin pink lips slowly leaving the cup. You took the time to stare at Lee Jeno and his enthralling features. Sharp jawline, soft pink lips and cat like eyes that disappears into thin slits whenever he smiled. He was agonizingly beautiful, like a fallen star that ripped through the sky and landed in earth. He was bewitching, however, don't let his charms blind you, for Jeno was never innocent in the first place. He was often distinguished as the troublemaker of the group.
Jeno often got into fights, and most of them end up to be a physical fight, and he has to be sent home to treat his wounds. Now, you were never classmates with Jeno, however Jaemin and Renjun were in some of your classes. With no intention to pry, you'd accidentally read the message from Donghyuck in their group messages with the quote, "He's done it again. Jeno is all bruised and was sent home." And by the end of the day, word has already spread about another fight that Lee Jeno took participation in.
"I've seen you here a lot more lately, and I knew something was wrong. So, I decided to come up and talk with you." You muttered, fiddling with your fingers for the way Lee Jeno stared at you made you feel so small. He had such a powerful and intimidating gaze, maybe that was why his friends never got in his way whenever they had arguments.
As mentioned, if Mark was not around, Huang Renjun tends to be the one to watch over the group, keeping each other in line, yet none of them had a say whenever Jeno wanted to do something that was against their will. Lee Jeno had the aura of an alpha; he was born to lead and protect his friends. However, he never acknowledged it, for despite his powerful demeanor, Jeno always had a soft spot for his friends, he could never bear the thought of having a huge fight with any of the members. For he believed, they were the only ones that could truly go with his pace.
That was until he met you, when his heart set ablaze for the first time.
"Look, thanks for your concern, but I don't need it." He answered and stood up. That was the first time you got to fully indulge in Lee Jeno's full attributes. He stood tall and proud, he resembled a young deity, and his presence was holy and powerful. Lee Jeno was ravishing, you could definitely understand why the school hallways were packed every time his group walks by the corridors. They were full of visuals, all of them were graced with such beauty that radiated gorgeously off their bodies.
And with that, Jeno left you wondering to yourself why your heart was drumming against your chest. What was this feeling? And why did you feel like this just because of Lee Jeno? Unconsciously, a smile crept up our lips as his large figure disappeared from your view. Shrugging off the weird feeling, you stood up and left the spot, heading to your classroom in time for the first class of the day.
It's been weeks since you first talked with Jeno and you still saw him by the bench beside the school's fountain, and he still had that disappointed and tired look etched on his face. "You're here again." You said as you handed him another steaming cup of vanilla latte. Jeno peeked up to meet your gaze and slowly grabbed the cup of coffee from your hand.
"You're here too." He says and moves slightly to make some space for you. You smiled slightly and took your seat beside him. He attaches his lips to the cup and takes a small sip of the latte, his eyes fluttering as the sweet taste burns his tracks and sets his body in flames. He wasn't able to get enough rest for the past months and he really needed that energy to boost him up.
"Why do you always show up here huh?" He asks, moving his head slightly to take in your features. Long black hair, soft lips and scattered freckles on your face. You had an innocent look and he never wanted to be the one to stain that part of you. Since that day you first came up to him, he was never able to get your image off his mind, it's like you were there to remind him that despite the hell he was treading, there would always be a light at the end, and that light could possibly be you.
"It just seems like you need company." You said and Jeno chuckled, it was the first time you ever heard him laugh near you. Like said before, Lee Jeno only enjoys with his friends, without them he walks around the school with such dangerous vibes, it seemed as if he held the gates to Tartarus in his hands.
"Well thanks a lot for that, but I can manage." He says, his fingers grazing the rim of the cup softly, as if his mind was drowning deeply in his own thoughts. You smiled bitterly and stared up the sky, letting the bright rays of the sunlight caress your skin.
"You know, if you're in deep pain, it's never wrong to tell your friends or someone about it. Keeping it to yourself just adds a weight on your shoulders." You said and Jeno stops midway, his finger leaving the rim of the cup and he stared up at you.
"I know that, but I would never let my friends carry that burden on their shoulders. It's my problem, and I couldn't be selfish by dragging them into it." He says firmly, his voice an octave deeper than before.
"If they really treated you as a good friend, despite how heavy that is, they will share that burden with you without complaint. Because friends will always be there to pick you up in your darkest times." You smiled at him and stood up from your spot. It was almost time for your class and you couldn't be late.
"Hey, is there a possibility that you could be that friend?" He asked and you looked back at him, flashing him your brightest smile and a small nod, before you finally disappeared from his view.
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A bitter smile crept up your lips as you reminisced the moments of when your friendship started with Lee Jeno. Both of you were so naïve back then, none of you would've ever thought that he would be the cause of your affliction and that he would be the one to play with your emotions. How you wish you never looked back at him and flashed that smile of yours a year ago.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you fished it out to check the notification. It was a message from Na Jaemin.
"Hey princess, are you going to the party tomorrow?" Jaemin usually arrived in school at around 8 am so he probably is on his way so you typed up a reply and headed into the library. Finals were coming closer than you imagined and Jaemin decided to help you out by studying with you for the next few weeks.
"I might. It depends though." And with that, you walked all the way to the library, when you arrived it was quiet, most of the students usually arrive in school around 8 or 9 am, it pretty much depended on the schedules. But you favored heading to school early just so that it's less crowded and you could study in peace for at least an hour before others started piling in.
You took out your notebook and a book based on your topics, rewriting some terms and highlighting them, going over the notes a few times before moving on the next ones. Due to the number of lessons you had to go through, you totally lost track of time until Jaemin's name and picture popped on your phone's screen. It was an incoming call from Na Jaemin himself.
"I'm in the library, where can I find you princess?" He asked and you gave him directions to where you were seated. In less than a few seconds, Jaemin arrived with his heartwarming smile and took a seat beside you, settling his stationaries on the table.
Both of you went through the lessons a few times and helped each other in certain topics where one was confused in. Overall, it was very effective tactic since Jaemin was pretty smart and you both could learn a lot form each other. Checking the time, it was almost 9 and your classes were about to start, however Jaemin's one was at 9:30 so you decided to head out first and meet up with him after class.
As you were taking down notes, Renjun's cellphone buzzed and unconsciously, your eyes trailed on the notification. It seemed to be a message from Donghyuck.
"They're at it again. Jaemin and Jeno, in the room. I need help! Jisung and Chenle are in class." Renjun knew you read it and he glanced at you; your face depicted the emotions you were feeling. Horrified and in utter shock.
"Professor may we be excused? It's urgent." Renjun speaks up and the professor nods his head quickly. He didn't question him further for he knew who Huang Renjun was, and aside that, Renjun was not one to lie, when he says it's urgent, it is. And with that, Renjun grabs your hand and pulls you out of the classroom.
"I know only you can calm Jeno down, as soon as we arrive, you need to be on his side. We'll handle Jaemin." He says both of you zip through the never-ending hallway. After a few minutes, we arrived in front of a classroom with a sign that says "Authorized Persons Only, Dreamies Territory". Renjun gave me one last reassuring nod and he turns the knob to open the door.
"Damn it. I told you to stay away from her. You bring her nothing but pain!" You could hear Jaemin's once angelic voice turn into this intimidating growl as he grabbed Jeno's collar.
Jeno was smirking, a few stains of blood decorated his lips and Jaemin has a cut on the side of his eyebrow, probably due to the rings on Jeno's fingers when he punched him. Snapping out of your reverie, you rushed towards Jeno and pushed him away from Jaemin.
"Stop it. Jaemin that's enough." Renjun's voice echoes in the room as he tugged on Jaemin's arm while Donghyuck acted as a boundary between the two boys, his palms on both their chests. You could feel the anger radiate from both their bodies, never have you imagined that they could go to such lengths due to an argument.
"Donghyuck, get Jaemin out of here." Renjun ordered the younger boy and he nodded, dragging Jaemin out of the room, leaving you, Jeno and Renjun in the tensed room. Renjun glances at you and Jeno, your hands were in Jeno's larger ones as you stared up at his eyes.
"Will you be able to handle Jeno?" The boy asked and you nodded. With that, he left you with Jeno as he ran after the two boys. Turning back at Jeno, you cupped his cheeks and forced him to look at you. His hair was all messed up and his lips had blood on it, yet he still gave you a proud smile.
"I'm here Jeno. Breathe and talk to me." You whispered and he pulled you into a tight embrace, his chin rests on top of your head and he breathes in heavily, shaking slightly in the process. The scenario played out once more in your mind and what Jaemin said the moment you came in. Who could they be talking about? You?
"Baby, you mean so much to me. I need you." He murmurs in your hair and you closed your eyes, indulging in Jeno's words, despite knowing not 100% of it was true. Jeno could never feel that way for you, for you were simply his form of pleasure, the one who he relies on to boost his ego and make him feel better about himself. You were the one he needed to fill those holes, but you alone, isn't enough for him to be truly satisfied. You could never be enough for Lee Jeno, you were something temporary, easily replaceable.
You simply hummed in response and pulled away from him. Caressing his bruised lip, you look around the room, in search for a first aid kit. Jeno points to a shelf beside the television set and you walk over towards it, grabbing the kit and settling it on the bar table. Jeno walked towards the stool and took a seat, facing you.
You cleaned up his bruises and simply stared at him for a couple seconds. He was agonizingly beautiful. Like flowing lava, it was mesmerizing and elegant looking, yet when you touch it, it burns and leaves a mark. Lee Jeno was exactly like that; you knew it since the day you came up to him. How you wished you avoid getting in his business back then, you could've spared yourself from one excruciating heartbreak.
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Your phone buzzed as you walked out the classroom, you weren't able to focus well in classes due to the incident with Jeno and Jaemin. The scenario just kept playing in your mind like a broken tape record, you were eager to find out what was the cause of their argument. However, you respected their privacy, so you had to tone down the curiosity and focus, even just 20%.
"I'll meet you at the school's parking lot. Wait for me by my car, I'll just drop off some of my things." It was Jaemin, both of you agreed to meet up after classes since he really wanted to go shopping with you. Since it was Mark's party tomorrow and Saturday, you obliged.
You made your way out to the parking lot and caught a glimpse of the blue Lexus in the front row. Another thing about the Dreamies, most of their cars have privileges too. It was well known that the Dreamies had their desired parking spot in the school, which was always up front. Jeno's Mercedes, Jaemin's Lexus, Donghyuck's Porsche, Renjun's Jaguar and Chenle's Bugatti were always the spotlight of the parking lot. Meanwhile, Jisung gets dropped off in his Bentley, however, after this school year, his parents are allowing him to drive for himself.
You stood in front of Jaemin's car as you flipped through some notes while waiting for him. It didn't take him long, after a few minutes, the sound of the car clicking snapped you out of your reverie and you saw Jaemin walk up to you with a soft smile on his lips. "Hi princess." He greets, grabbing your hands and intertwining your fingers together.
"Ready to go?" He asked and you nodded softly, he smiles and lets go of your hand, allowing you to walk to the passenger seat and getting in the car. He jogs over to the driver's and gets in, closing the door and revving the coupe to life. He steps on the gas pedal and pulls out of the school campus, driving off into the main road.
Jaemin was warm, he was always that way. He had this comforting vibe that engulfed you, it was as if he was always there to give you a hug. Once again, it crossed your mind, why couldn't you have fallen for Na Jaemin instead? Why did it have to be Lee Jeno and his devilish aura? You felt a hand graze your and intertwining your fingers. You look beside you to be faced with Jaemin's heartwarming smile.
"What's on your mind princess?" He asked, his gaze back on the road. Jaemin was an amazing driver, he drives fast yet in a smooth way. Unlike Jeno, who treats the road like a race track, zooming past all the cars and obstacles on the way, after the car ride every car ride, you were cursed with a throbbing pain in your head. But, Jeno enjoyed the idea of fast cars and screeching tires, he dwelled in the fantasies of being able to test the limits of his Mercedes.
"Nothing." You simply replied and leaned comfortably in his seats as he places soft kisses on the back of your hand, calming your chaotic mind. As the car ride continued, your mind wandered off once more, the argument between Jeno and Jaemin.
Who could they be talking about? Seo Yun? But, Jaemin was never close with Seo Yun, he thought of her as someone who smooches off the Dreamies and gains fame by being Jeno's girlfriend. She would often ask Jeno to accompany her shopping, and it would always end up with him spending a couple hundred thousand on her. A gold digger, as deemed by Na Jaemin himself.
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The trip to the mall was not bad. Aside from you and Jaemin arguing half the time that you would pay for the numerous bags of clothes that he picked out for you, it was definitely a fun experience. He dragged you into a bunch of the most luxurious brands and picked out a bunch of different clothes for you. You felt bad so you offered to pay, however Jaemin insisted that it was his gift for you. And Jaemin didn't take no for an answer.
So, you entered the apartment with 3 bags in your hands, and Jaemin following behind with a few more. "Good evening sir." Jaemin greeted your father as he settled the bags on the table. Your father stood up to greet him and initiated small talks with the boy. You smiled at the sight of them getting along as you tidied the table, and placing the takeout orders of food that Jaemin bought for dinner.
"Please enjoy the food. I have to leave. I'll see you again soon sir. Y/N, I'll pick you up tomorrow." Jaemin bid goodbye and left the apartment. You turned to your father who had a questioning look on his face. He sat down on the chair and waved at you to join him.
"Is he your boyfriend?" He asked and you laughed, shaking your head in response. Your father knew Jaemin and his social status as the heir to the largest string of hotels in Asia. He had high respects for the younger boy, for he saw the generosity, kindness and humbleness that Na Jaemin possessed. Your father had an adoration for Jaemin, saying how he would've liked to have a son like him. Which was the reason why he loved to tease you with him.
"Does Lee Jeno still make your heart flutter?" He asked out of the blue and your lips formed a straight line. Unable to find the proper words to answer him, you opted to simply shut your mouth. Knowing the answer well, your father nodded and decided to just eat and let you rest.
You sat on your bed, your mind wandering off to Lee Jeno. He was divine, holy. Possessing such celestial glow that only he could sport well. Jeno was your heaven and your hell. He brought you into nirvana, where you could lose all your problems, and forget about everything that bothered you. Jeno gives you that illusion of being in utopia, as if everything was perfect and set in the right tracks. However, Jeno was hell at the same time. He dragged you down into this never-ending pit of flames that scorched your skin slowly, but surely. With every kiss you shared, and every breathy moan that escaped your lips, you knew well enough you have sinned, and there was no way you could be forgiven. For it was the devil who you sold your heart to.
Sighing, you stood up once more to pick up the bags that were on your bedroom floor. Unboxing the clothes from the bags, you settled them on the bed and scanned all the different outfits that Jaemin bought for you. There was plenty of options to choose from, he liked the idea of spoiling you, in which ended up with your wardrobe full from the numerous designer brand outfits that Jaemin purchased specially for you.
You adjusted the skirt on your waist and lifted your head to look at the mirror. You were wearing a simple semi-see-through long sleeved polo tucked into a black skirt, paired with a pair of black boots and a black ribbon hung loosely on your neck. Jaemin really wanted you to wear this outfit for the party tomorrow so you tried it on to see how it would fit, and it suited you in a chic way. Smiling at your reflection, you turned around to undress and hung the outfit on your rack to prepare for tomorrow's party.
"Hey Princess, get some sleep. I'll pick you up at 4 tomorrow. Goodnight."
"Baby, I can't pick you up since I have somewhere to go before the party, but I'll see you there? Night."
Your phone buzzed from your table, you grabbed it and checked the notifications. It was a message from Jaemin, and there was one from Jeno too. A coincidence, you thought. Typing in your replies, you settle the phone back on the table and slipped into your covers, falling asleep almost instantly.
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Slipping your black boots on, you stood up and stared at yourself in the mirror. A smile crept up your lips as you twirled around, you looked livelier in the outfit Jaemin picked. A few minutes later, a knock was heard at the door and you walked out the room to answer the door.
As soon as you swung the door open, Jaemin's beautiful smile greeted you. He was wearing a gray t-shirt, black ripped jeans and he had a black denim jacket over it. It looked like a simple outfit, yet the cost was not as cheap as it looked, for Jaemin's clothes were all from top tier designers.
"You look spectacular princess. It hurts my heart." He teases and kisses your cheek, grabbing your hand and pulling you out into the hallway. Intertwining your fingers, both of you walk down the stairs of the building and head to his car.
"Do you like the outfit that I picked out for you princess?" He asked as soon as he pulled out of the basement's parking lot. Jaemin's eyes fixated on the road as maneuvers the car into the main road. He grabbed your hand and places it on the gear, covering it with his larger ones.
"It's really pretty." You answered and a proud smile was prominent on his lips. The car ride was comfortable and quiet, aside from the small talks between you and Jaemin. Most of the time you were just staring out into the horizon as his Lexus LC500 zips around Seoul, the tall buildings and other vehicles passing by in a blur.
Soon enough, Jaemin pulled up in front of a large gateway, it was painted black and there was an obvious carving of the word "Lee" on the metal gate. A man came up to Jaemin's window as he rolled it down. "Na Jaemin." Was all Jaemin said and the man nodded, giving a signal and the gates opened, allowing entrance for Jaemin's car to enter. So, this was Mark Lee's house?
"I thought Mark lived in an apartment?" You asked as Jaemin found a parking space, slowly backing into the empty spot. There were a heck ton of cars around. Afterall, half the school was invited. This was somewhat a farewell party to send Mark off since he would be leaving the country to supervise their company in Canada for a few months.
"Well yes, but specially for this farewell party, his parents allowed him to use their house as the hosting venue. But his parents are not home. They went for a meeting in America, leaving the house all to Mark's care while they're gone." Jaemin explains, and finally turns off the engine. Unclicking the seatbelts, Jaemin exits the car and jogs over to your door, opening it and extending his hand out to you.
Jaemin was a gentleman, he was respectable and an angel. Whenever you were with him, it was as if a cloud was coating you, for he was too soft and fuzzy. He always made you feel comfortable and you never had to hide your true identity from Jaemin, for he accepted all of you without judgement. He made you feel like you were worth the world, he treated you like you were someone special, and not just some low tier student that got a scholarship from the father of you were hooking up with.
Once again, he grabs your hand and laced your fingers together, and walking into Mark's colossal home. From the parking lot, there was a concrete path that led you into a spacious garden filled with different types of flowers and plants. In the middle of the garden, there was a water fountain and a little swing. Following the path, it led you into the mansion's patio. It was decorated with a bar and some islands that scattered all over the place. There was also a grill that served some barbecued menus with a few matching waiters and waitresses ready to serve the partygoers. Up ahead, there was a sliding glass door that served as an entrance to the house itself. You were pretty sure that the loud music came from the house, it blared through the speakers all over the mansion as everyone swung their bodies from side to side, having the time of their lives.
"Hey Jaemin. I see you brought Y/N with you." It was Donghyuck, it sounded as if he was not too pleased with seeing you here. He had his fingers intertwined with a smaller girl with beach waves and soft caramel skin. Was she the best friend and girlfriend of Donghyuck that Jaemin talked about? She was really pretty, and she had a matching friendly smile that complimented her innocent beauty.
"Yeah, I thought it was unfair if I was the only one that showed up without a date. So, I brought her here." Jaemin answered, patting the elder's back and continuing with their conversation. Your eyes wandered around Mark Lee's house, aweing the intricate designs that adorned the surroundings.
"It's beautiful right?" Donghyuck's girlfriend speaks up as she pointed to a cabinet made entirely with glass. Your eyes sparkled as it scanned the contents of the furniture. There were pictures, medals and certificates well organized and displayed.
"Those are Mark's achievements. There are numerous pictures of him and the Dreamies displayed on that cabinet. It's really adorable." She said and you smiled at her. Mark Lee was very smart; he was often used as an example of a model student in the school. During their graduation, Mark left the stage with countless amounts of medals that hung on his neck. That was what made their group even more special, aside from their wealth, good physiques and charming looks, the Dreamies were blessed with knowledge above normal. Neither of them dropped from the top 30 in the rankings of the school.
"Their friendship is incredible indeed." You answered and she nods, a pretty smile ghosting over her lips. You felt a tug on your arm and you tilt your head up slightly to look at Jaemin, he was smiling at you and adoring your features.
"Would you like anything princess?" He asked and you nodded. He then left you to fetch a bottle of beer and some red wine for you. You were not a big fan of alcohol, the smell of it irked you, it made your head hurt and you could never handle it bitter and nasty smell. A few minutes later, Jaemin comes back with 2 bottles of Sapporo's space barley and Silver Oak Cellars Cabernet Sauvignon. Settling the bottles on the bar table, he then pulls out 2 beer glasses and 2 wine glasses. He passes a bottle of Sapporo to Donghyuck and pops the wine open, pouring you and Hyuck's girlfriend a glass each.
The 4 of you conversed with random topics, enjoying yourselves and keeping each other busy, trying to pass the time. It was your first time to attend such a high-class party with your own schoolmates, so you didn't really know how to keep yourself busy. Luckily for you, Jaemin, Donghyuck and his girlfriend was around to keep you company. A few more minutes pass by and you noticed a figure from afar.
Lee Jeno. He was wearing a striped polo and a pair of ripped jeans. Beside him, Seo Yun had her arms wrapped on Jeno's, she was wearing a red dress that complimented her snow-white skin. Han Seo Yun was bewitching. She had long black hair that reached around 5 inches below her shoulder, skin that was as white as snow, lips as red as cherries and a perfect facial structure. She could oppose Aphrodite's title as the Greek goddess of beauty, for Seo Yun's features were unlike any other. She was an amazing match for Jeno, she was someone that you could never stand against, for Seo Yun was nigh on perfect.
Jeno and Seo Yun were well known figures in the real estate industries. Their families hold huge titles from their company, and thus making them one of the most powerful couple in school. Aside from Seo Yun's family owning a small real estate company, her mother was one of the most influential lawyers in the country. Which made her a rival of Park Jisung's little crush.
"He makes your heart go crazy huh?" Donghyuck's girlfriend says softly, a soft smile on her delicate features. You laugh and nodded your head slightly, unable to find any excuse of why you were staring intently and Lee Jeno and the girl that clung onto his arm.
"Yeah, he does in a way that it causes an excruciating pain in my chest." You admitted and she reaches out to place her hand on yours, giving it a gentles squeeze. You knew about Donghyuck's girlfriend. She was the heiress of the largest medicinal company in the country. Lee Donghyuck's family following behind. Their relationship was inspiring and risky, yet you loved the thought of how they were willing to throw everything just for it to work out. You admired the strength that they possessed, you wished you had something similar. The courage to be able to tell Jeno how you truly looked at him, how you truly felt about him. Maybe, just maybe it could work out between the both of you.
"Have you ever considered telling him how you feel? I know both of you are best friends, so what scares you?" She asked, pulling out the question you dreaded the most; what scared you? Maybe the fact that you were already expecting his rejection. Or it could be that you knew deep inside that those feelings could never be reciprocated, for you would never be enough for someone like Lee Jeno. You belonged in cramped kitchens, scrubbing the grease off the dishes and old worn out clothes. Meanwhile, Jeno belonged in mansions, fancy business parties and tuxedos. You were from opposite worlds, and you could never be together, it was impossible.
"It's useless, he belongs with Seo Yun. They're a better match, and I could never be selfish to take him away." You answered, a bitter smile on your lips. She rubbed soothing circles on your hand and simply squeezed them softly, feeling pity for you.
Both of you took another glance at the couple who was now kissing and pulling each other closer by another bar table. Your heart clenched at the sight of them, however, you had no choice but to smile the pain away. For you and Jeno could never be together.
La Douleur Exquise.
It is the exquisite pain of wanting someone that you know you can never have. You knew very well Lee Jeno could never be yours, yet you still have this strong desire of wanting him in your arms. To have him in your embrace, and make him feel protected. To lace his lips with your kisses whenever he needed it. You didn't bother about that throbbing pain in your chest whenever you whispered "I love you" to him and he nods in return. You always ignored the shattering of your heart whenever he'd tell you, "Baby, don't hurt yourself by loving me. It's not worth it." For loving Lee Jeno was painful yet you loved that pain that came along with him.
You felt warm hands cover your eyes and slowly guide your face away from the scene. Na Jaemin, you knew it was him. Retracting his hands, he smiles at you and places a chaste kiss on your lips, letting it linger for a second before pulling away. Kissing Na Jaemin was soft, fluffy and welcoming. It was not rough and breathtaking like Jeno, it didn't leave you breathless and begging for more. It didn't feel like Lee Jeno's and that alone made you disappointed. For only Lee Jeno could have that effect in your life, only he could send you high and could bring thrill into your damned soul. Nothing else, and no one could ever change that.
"I'll be right back princess. Wait for me?" He said and stood up to leave, your eyes trailed to where he was heading towards, Lee Jeno. You suddenly felt hot, not intimately, but the kind of hot that made you anxious and scared of another possible argument between the two friends. You stood up but before you could leave, Donghyuck's hand grips on your wrist and pulls you back, "Look sweetheart, I suggest you stay. You don’t want to hear whatever they have to talk about." He says, slightly loosening his hold on you.
"I do, and I need to be there in case another argument erupts." You answered, pulling your hand back and quickly following after the two boys. They were walking off to a more isolated place where there was no one around and you quietly crept up behind them, making sure not to make even a single whimper.
"You ask to see her in this party, but why are you here shoving your tongue down Seo Yun's throat? How heartless can you be?" Jaemin's voice snapped, changing his tone into a more intimidating tone. Jeno stuffed his hands in his pocket and leaned back slightly, clearly too lazy to answer his friend.
"Honestly Jaemin, why do you care? She's just a third-tier student, while you're a part of the highest-tier, so why are you stooping down to such levels just because of Y/N?" The words that left Jeno's mouth stabbed you like a cold knife. Thrusting it in and out over and over again. He was right, you were a measly third-tier student, so why were you foolish enough to think that they could ever accept you as an equal?
You heard a low grunt escape Jeno's lips when his mouth came in contact with Jaemin's fist. "Well Jeno, because unlike you, I actually love Y/N. I don't treat her like some toy in order to boost my ego and to tell me that I am worthy. I don't use Y/N the way you do, for I actually treat her as a princess. Something you would never understand." You heard Jeno chuckle at the remarks and stare intently at Jaemin.
"Why bother liking some trash? She has nothing to offer you Jaemin, not even her innocence. She's just some form of pleasure that you could get rid of easily. So why bother picking up the trash that I scatter around?" Jeno answered smugly, his finger grazing the bruise that showed up from the punch.
"I don't care about whatever you took from her Jeno. I accept her for whatever she is and that will never change. So please, stop using her. She's had enough, if you can't appreciate whatever she has, then tell her and leave her alone. I'll be the one to pick up her broken pieces." Jaemin said, and that made Jeno throw his head back in annoyance.
"Never imagined that the nation's ideal boyfriend would fall in love with someone who scrubs grease off plates at my father's company. She's pathetic, and you associating yourself with her, makes you pathetic too." That was the last strand, your tears flowed from your cheeks in hot droplets. You never knew how Jeno looked down on you, for he made it seem like he treated you in a way that made you think that you were of sentimental value to him. But, in the end, you ended up fooling yourself and causing yourself pain. You brought this upon yourself.
Hearing your soft whimpers, the two boys whipped their heads at your direction, Jeno's eyes widening in horror. Jaemin rushes over to you and crouches down to meet your eyes. "Princess, I told you to wait for me." He said and wipes your teary cheeks with his thumb. You look over his shoulders to glance at Jeno, who's expression remained unchanged.
"At least now I know that I've been lied to and used for the past year." You spat and turned your heel, walking away from the place. Jaemin hurried beside you and spun you around, his hands wrapped around your waist and your face inches away. You could feel his hot breath fanning your cheeks and your cheeks heated up from the proximity.
"Princess, I love you. That's all you need to know." He said before sealing your lips together in a passionate kiss. Your head was spinning at the scenario yet for some unknown reason, you found serenity in it. It was as if your body felt lighter and the world spun in a slower motion.
From your peripheral view, you could see Lee Jeno in the distance. His hands still stuffed in his pockets, eyebrows knitted together and a wave of rage passed his eyes. He seemed angry, pissed at the whole situation that laid out before him. But why would he feel that way? You believed that he simply looked at you as some tool, a trash that he scatters around.
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It's been a year since Mark Lee’s party, and it’s been a year since you last spoke to Lee Jeno. He was now the heir of their real estate company. He was officially engaged to Seo Yun a few months after the graduation. You remembered that day well, it was the day you finally knew you needed to let go of Jeno and move on. That very same day was also when Jaemin asked you to be his girlfriend.
From then on, everything started falling into place. Na Jaemin took over their company, granting him the title of CEO. You graduated as the 7th rank in the whole school and with your saved-up money from the past years, you were able to secure a spot where you built a mini café. It was a small and manageable business that your father really enjoyed.
With the support of Jaemin and his friends, the business was booming and you were able to upgrade the café, and purchase a small house for your father. It was an amazing year for you, and with Jaemin as your loving and supportive boyfriend, you couldn’t have it any other way.
Your phone buzzed as you were walking, on your way to visit Jaemin at his office in one of their main hotels. You fished the phone for your bag and checked to see the notification. It was a message from Jaemin.
“Hey princess, there was an urgent meeting that I needed to attend. If you arrive sooner, simply tell the secretary to escort you to my office, I’ll get back as soon as possible.” You smiled at the message and typed in a reply, then shoving the phone back in your bag and took a turn into the nearby mall's entrance. You decided to order some coffee for Jaemin and a caramel milkshake for you.
As you were walking to your booth after placing your order, you bumped into a hard chest. Saying you’re sorry, you look up to be met with the guy that broke your heart a year ago. He didn't look so well, the glow that he once possessed somehow vanished, he no longer looked like a young deity.
"Jeno." You whispered and smiled bitterly at him. He grabs your wrist and guides you to an empty booth, taking a seat opposite from you. "I didn't think I'd meet you here." His voice sounded that of a broken man's plea. He had dark circles and bag under his eyes, and his face screamed tired.
"I just stopped by to get some coffee." You said softly. You and Jeno left off on bad terms, but you've always taught yourself never to hold grudges, therefore you've longed forgiven Lee Jeno, even though he never apologized. That day that you said yes to Jaemin, was the day you also forgave your first love.
"How are things between you and Jaemin? Is he treating you well?" He asked carefully, you noticed his fingers fumbling with one another, probably uncomfortable or anxious at the whole situation. You smiled at the thought of all Jaemin has done for you. You couldn't have asked for anything more.
"The best I've been treated so far, he makes me feel special." You said openly and you noticed the glimpse of pain and disappointment that washed over his eyes. But why? Why did those emotions pass his face? He was the one that made it clear that he didn't need anyone like you. Jeno reached out for your hand and gave it a tight squeeze.
"Baby, I missed you." He whispered and those words struck your heart, causing another ache that you tried desperately to forget since the past year. Yes, you accepted Jaemin's affection and got together with him. You loved him, and you were sure of that. However, you would never deny, Jeno entered your mind every once in a while. And whenever that happened, you shut yourself away from Jaemin, not wanting him to see you breakdown once more for the boy that ripped your heart into shred, rendering it almost impossible to fix.
"No Jeno, you don't. You simply miss the feeling of me being there for you. You miss the feeling of having someone by your side and someone that would fight for you. You miss having someone whom you could leave wet kisses and marks on. You miss the pleasure that lingers in your body when our tongues dance in harmony, but you don't miss me. You made that awfully clear when you spat those piercing words at Jaemin, telling him I was worthless and just some girl you hook up with."
With that, you stood up and grabbed your order from the take-out counter, not sparing a second to look back at the man whose eyes glistened in tears that were threatening to fall. For in all honesty, Lee Jeno did love you, and it was no lie that he missed you as each day passed by.
He would give up everything for you to listen to him. For Lee Jeno loved you, yet his own pride and ego won him over that night, he was too full of himself that he couldn't bring himself to admit that he truly loved you. It pissed him off seeing you and his best friend act all touchy and he hated the fact that he was not the one beside you. Therefore, he used Seo Yun to make you jealous, to garner your attention, but instead it was Jaemin that confronted him. His anger got the best of him, in which resulted him to spit out lies about you, and his feelings that were bottled in his chest.
That look on your face when you overheard their conversation, shattered his heart. Lee Jeno could never handle it whenever he saw you crying, and he went ballistic knowing it was him that caused those precious tears of yours. He wanted to run to you, and cradle you in his arms, but his own best friend beat him to that. That look of yours when Jaemin ran up to you, it was that look that made him realize, at that moment, he had lost you for real.
He lost his best friend, the only one that understood him, and the only one who could be there for him in his times of need. And that happened, because he was too stupid, scared and because he could not control his ego. He lost his one true love due to his stupidity, and that thought haunted him, and still continues to do so up until this day.
His eyes followed your figure that walked out of the café with such confidence and power, it made his heart hurt. You never possessed such vibe whenever you were with him, you used to be so shy and innocent, but it seemed that Jaemin really did take good care of you. You blossomed into this powerful and inspiring woman that he looked up to. So, with teary eyes and an aching heart, Jeno stood up and sighed, his eyes still trailing after you as your figure finally disappeared from his view. Stuffing his hands in his slacks, he exits the restaurant, burying the pain he felt deep inside his chest, and cracked a bitter smile.
Lee Jeno walked away from the café, trying desperately to forget about the throbbing in his chest, the feeling of a thousand knives piercing through his organ as thoughts of you replayed in his mind like that of a broken recorded tape. Your smiles, your twinkling eyes, and plump lips. He knew it'd take him years to recover from this emotion that he tried dreadfully to bury.
La Douleur Exquise; the exquisite pain of wanting someone that he knew he could never have.
~The End~
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TimKon Week Day 3
Prompt: Hurt/Comfort
This is the final chapter to The Key to Tim’s Heart. I will be writing a separate story for the last two days.
You can also read it on AO3
Wally West watched as his partner paced across the floor like a nervous bird. "Babe, this isn't helping. I know you are worried about how this weekend can go."
Dick stopped in mid-pace to glare at his boyfriend only for his effort to be ruined as sadness filled his blue eyes, “You don't understand! If we mess this up we could lose Tim forever! I messed up big time with Tim and I never noticed. I turned my back on him when he needed me the most and destroyed his credibility with the rest of the heroes. I need to tell him how sorry I am and hope that someday he can forgive me and let me back into his life and heart.”
Wally knew that Dick carried a deep sense of guilt once he realized how Tim had been pushed to aside, left adrift without anyone to hold onto until Conner and Bart returned.
"Tim found Bruce and I wanted to send him to Arkham! I ripped Robin away from him and gave it to Damian, who needed it but I should have talked to Tim about it first instead of him walking in to see Damian in his uniform." Dick plopped down onto the couch beside Wally and allowed his partner to pull him into his arms.
"Dick, it isn't me that you need to be telling this to but Tim. Tim is the one who needs to hear all of this." Wally spoke gently to Dick.
"I know I just need to gather the courage to do so."
+****+
Damian Wayne didn't understand why his father was making him do this or why it was such a big deal that Drake be brought back to the family. He didn't hesitate in saying so.
"It is that kind of attitude that needs to change when it comes to Tim." Bruce had gotten a stern lecture from Alfred, he wanted his grandson back and he made it very clear that Damian's treatment of Tim played a big role in why Tim didn't feel welcomed.
"And the fact that neither you or Master Dick have taken the time to address Master Damian's attitude problems. Yes, I know that he has overcome much since he first arrived but he still believes that his last name gives him the power to look down upon people and his belief that because he is your only blood son that makes him more important than your adopted sons needs to be addressed. As an adult, you have to take him aside and explain why emotional and verbal abuse is wrong as is trying to kill his brother. Master Damian has already taken Master Tim's role as Robin and his older brother."
Bruce carried Alfred's words with him and he looked back onto how Damian treated Tim and saw that his father figure was right, he had allowed Damian to undermined Tim's placement in the family to the point that his second youngest son no longer considered them family. His treatment of Tim didn't help matters. When Tim first came into his life, a bright and shining beacon of light and hope, something that Batman had needed to pull him from the darkness but he had kept a barrier between him and Tim, he made sure that he knew they were partners and only that. He didn't want another son and he let Tim return night after night to an empty home. He knew that Tim was neglected but he still let him go back instead of offering to stay in one of the manor's many rooms.
It wasn't until Jack was dead, Jack who ignored and he had a slight feeling that abused Tim, did Bruce finally start to think of Tim as his son.
"I made my fair share of mistakes with Tim as we all did. It is time to make amends and to show him that we are truly sorry and want him to be a part of this family. If you can't do that, if you can't show Tim even the smallest amount of respect then you can stay home. But I will expect you to think long and hard about how you will feel if you were treated the way Tim was by us and by you. I know that you are just a child and it fell to me and Dick to explain to you how you acted was wrong." Bruce explained gently. He loves his sons, all of them but Alfred was right he should have talked to Damian long ago.
Damian let out a huff as he crossed his arms over his chest, he still saw this as pointless but he could see how much his father and Grayson longed to bring Drake back into the family. "Very well I shall accompany you."
Bruce knew that there was no talking his youngest out of this once he made up his mind he wouldn't change it. "Very well. Just think about what I said."
"I will father."
+*****+
"Baby bird is finally going to talk to Goldie and B. The demon brat might even be there," Jason announced as he cleaned his guns.
Kory and Roy exchanged a look before glancing before looking back at their partner. "And are you okay with that?" Roy asked he knew that once Jason got himself free of the pit madness and away from Talia's hatred of Tim he had come to see that Tim wasn't his replacement, he had earned his place in the family.
Jason had been enraged when he learned that Tim was gone, had left not only Gotham but no longer considered himself a part of the family. He knows now that his actions towards Tim were wrong and that he wanted to make amends for nearly trying to kill him more than once.
Kory took a seat next to Jason, "Are you going to be okay?"
Jason gave a nod, "I will be after all this isn't about me but Baby Bird. I owe it to him to make amends and I can only hope that someday that he can forgive me for what I did to him."
Kory beamed at him before placing a kiss on his lips, "You are a good man Jason Todd and Tim knows this. After all, you are his Robin. I know you can make things right with him."
Roy grinned as he clapped Jason on the back, "And don't worry we will be there to make sure that you don't say anything stupid."
Jason glared at his other lover, "Thanks I don't know what I would do without you," Jason drawled out.
"Don't worry you'll never have to find out. You're stuck with us."
+******+
Tim was nervous, oh he didn't show it but Conner knew his lover well and he could see it.
Wrapping his arms around Tim Conner pulled him back so Tim's back rested against his chest. "Hey, it is going to be okay. I am here for you and I'm not going anywhere. If you need me to I will toss them out if things get too out of control." Conner found himself promising.
Tilting his head back Tim raised an eyebrow at his lover, "You are going to throw Batman out of the tower?"
"Okay maybe not Batman but the rest of them are fair game." Conner doubted that even Clark would be able to get Batman to move when he was on a mission to get his son back into his life.
"Are you sure that you don't want Cass or the others here?" Conner asked quickly changing the subject.
"No, I know that they will mean well but Cassie and Bart are too protective. I don't want Cass, Raven, and Gar to be put in the middle of everything, after all, they care about Dick and Bruce." The last thing Tim wanted to do was to make his family feel like they had to take sides.
Tim's expression turned soft, "Besides I have you here with me and that is all I need."
Conner felt his heart fill with love for the amazing man in his arms, "I love you pretty bird."
"I love you too." Tim rested his head on Conner's chest enjoying the feel of being in his soulmate arms.
+******+
There was a tension in the tower as the Batfamily plus Wally, Roy, and Kory arrived at the agreed-upon time.
Tim took a deep breath as he looked upon his family that he had walked away from and he felt a pang of longing in his chest, he missed them deeply.
"Well let us get this farce over with." Damian scoffed outcrossing his arms over his chest.
"Damian!" Dick growled as glanced at his younger brother. Alfred, Cass, and Wally had sat him down and explained or showed in Cass's case how he let Damian get away with things that he shouldn't. That yes while Damian was a child it didn't give him a free pass to attempt to murder someone or belittle them. And that words could leave deep scars and words were one of Damian's greatest weapons.
"If you can't add anything positive to this conversation brat then feel free to leave." Jason glared at Damian.
The youngest huffed out, "I have every right to be here just like you all do."
Wally nudged Dick gently and Dick took it as his cue he was one of the few people who could get through to Damian. "We are here because we want to make amends to Tim and prove to him that we love him and want a chance to earn back his trust. If that isn't why you are here then maybe it would be best if you waited in another room."
Damian couldn't believe what he was hearing, "You're choosing Drake over me!"
"I'm not choosing anyone over anyone. I love you both, you are both my younger brothers. I made a mistake with how I went about in making you, Robin. I don't regret it you needed it but I went about it the wrong way." Dick turned his attention off of Damian and onto Tim.
Tim's breath caught at the sheer agony in Dick's eyes as he approached him.
"I should have talked to you baby bird. I should have explained why it was time you moved on from Robin and spread your wings. I should have explained why Damian needed it and that you were ready for more. I most certainly should have never let you go off and search for Bruce alone, I should have never tried to send you to Arkham." Dick poured his heart out to Tim.
"You did what?!" Jason roared and it was only Kory and Roy's hold on him that stopped him from lunging at Dick.
"I know I did wrong. And I'm so sorry Tim. I'm sorry that I tried to convince your friends you were crazy and that had the hero community turn their backs on you. I'm so sorry that you had no one to turn to when you needed someone the most. I should have been there for you when you needed me. I'm sorry that I was a horrible big brother to you."
It took a second for Tim to absorb everything that Dick was saying to him. "I'm not going to lie Dick you hurt me, deeply. I needed you and you turned your back on me to focus on Damian. I understood Damian needed your guidance and he is doing much better now. It's just I had lost everyone, losing Conner's death destroyed me, and losing Bruce was the breaking point. When I lost Bruce I lost you as well." Tim didn't bother to hide the tears that were falling from his eyes.
Dick moved even Conner's glare didn't stop him as he clutches Tim's arms, "No, no that is the last thing I ever wanted you to feel like. I am here for you Tim always. I know I have done a horrible job in showing that to you and I swear I will do better. If you just give me a chance."
"Why didn't you offer me Nightwing?"
Tim's question took everyone but Conner off guard.
Reeling back Dick stare at Tim, "What do you mean?"
"If we were equals shouldn't that have meant I could have been the next Nightwing? You had taken on the cowl with a new Robin, you could have offered me Nightwing so why didn't you?" It was something that had been bothering Tim for so long.
Dick knew that Tim had a point. "I wasn't ready to let go of Nightwing. I made it no secret that I never wanted the cowl but Batman was needed. But Nightwing was mine, no one else's, and even though you would have done me proud I wasn't ready to let it go. I kept a hold of it, something to cling to when the weight of the cowl became too much but I should have offered it to you."
"If you had I might have never gone looking for Bruce and you would have still be stuck wearing the cowl that made you unhappy. I would have turned down Nightwing because it is yours but it would have been nice just to be considered." Tim explained gently.
"Can you ever forgive me, Timmy? For being so blind?" Dick asked everyone in the room could tell he was itching to hold Tim in his arms again.
"With time I think I can. I just want my big brother back." Tim admitted in a soft voice.
Dick took a step closer, "That is all I want as well to be a big brother worthy of you."
Conner knew what was going to happen before anyone else as Tim moved to embrace Dick. A soft and knowing smile appeared on his face as he watched both men cling to one another, opening crying as they fell to the floor.
"You're good for him."
Conner nearly jumped as Batman commented from his side, he hadn't even seen the man move. "I try to be. Tim deserves to be loved and knows he is loved." Okay, so Conner couldn't resist that little dig.
Jason waited until Dick let Tim go. "Okay so while I won't be as mushy as Dickwing here I will tell you this. I was wrong in how I treated you when I first returned. Sure I was upset about being replaced and by someone who wore the Robin better than I could ever dream of," Jason held up his hand when Tim opened his mouth, "I'm not done baby bird. It wasn't until I was free of the pit madness and Talia's grasp that I started to see and with Kory and Roy's help that you were never my replacement. There is only one Jason Todd just like there is only one Tim Drake-Wayne, we both did the Robin suit proud. So I'm sorry for trying to kill you and I would like a chance to get to know my little stalker and my biggest fan and maybe someday we can call each other brothers."
Tim felt his cheeks heat up at the reminder that he had stalked Jason and that he was his Robin. "I'd like that."
"Good. Maybe you and clone boy can join us on an Outlaw mission, I'm sure you could kick some ass with us." Jason offered with a grin.
"Sounds like fun." Conner returned his grin. "What? You can't tell me you aren't considering it?" Conner asked when Tim shot him a look.
Tim couldn't deny it so he said nothing instead of choosing to focus on Bruce and ignoring Roy and Jason exchanging a fist bump and Kory smile lighting up the room.
Silence fell over the room as Bruce and Tim stare at one another.
"I have never been good with words and I will never find them to explain how you saved me, Tim. Not just from being lost in time but from the darkness that threatened to consume me when I lost Jason. You pulled me back from the shadows and brought light back into my life when the darkness threatened to overwhelm me. I can never thank you enough for all you did for me." Bruce took a step towards Tim. "I tried to keep a distance between us because I couldn't let another person get close to me only to lose you again. I thought I was doing the right thing because you had parents, even though they weren't really parents. It wasn't until Jack took you away from me that I realized you were my son and I lost you."
Bruce took a step closer to Tim, "I lost you again when I did nothing to stop you from leaving after you saved me. I thought that you needed time to heal and find your place as Red Robin, I should have known that you didn't need or want the independence that you already had too much of that. What you needed was to know that you are a part of our family and so deeply loved and wanted. All I can ask for a second chance to prove I love you, my son."
Tim's breath caught as he smiled at Bruce with fresh tears shining in his eyes, "I love you too dad."
Bruce moved and pulled Tim into a huge, one that Tim sank into. It was like the hugs that Dick used to tell him about, the kind of loving hugs Bruce gave before he lost Jason.
Damian had stayed quiet as he listened to the rest of his family speak from their hearts when it came to Drake. "Drake, while we will never be close. But I have to admit that you have your talents. I would like to get a chance to get to know one another. We might never be as close as you are to Todd, Grayson, and Cain but for the sake of our family I would like to try." Damian offered.
That was more than Tim expected from Damian and he knew it took a lot for the younger boy to make such an offer. "I would like that as well."
"Good." Damian nodded.
"Great now that is settled where is the food? I am starving!" Wally clapped his hands together.
Tim shook his head, the tension in the room easing as Wally pouted at them. "I call Bart and let him know that the others can come back and Bart will have enough food to feed both you and him," Tim promised.
"Great! I can't wait to catch up with Bart." Wally all but beamed.
+******+
Bruce and Damian was the only ones not to stay, they didn't leave until after Cass hugged Bruce and to no one's surprise, she also managed to get one from Damian as well.
Wally, Roy, Kory, Dick, Raven, and Gar were catching up and exchanging stories while Jason and Cassie exchanged stories about Wonder Woman and Jason made sure to slip in the talk about treating Cass right and seemed to take great delight in Cassie blushing. Cass was helping Bart set out all the food, they needed more than usual to feed everyone as well as two speedsters.
Conner and Tim stood off to the side watching everything, "You know that this changes nothing. My home is wherever you are." Tim admitted softly to Conner.
Conner grinned down at his boyfriend, "Same goes for me pretty bird. You are my home and that will never change."
"I love you, my clone boy," Tim whispered.
"I love you to my Robin." Conner pressed his lips against Tim's and he meant every word Tim was all he needed and he would make sure that he knew everyday how loved he was.
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Only Temporary: Part 3
Taehyung x Female Reader
Genre: angst, fluff ❄️☁️
wk: 2.2k
Characters: Y/N, Jaekyong, Taehyung
Summary: Y/N finally does something she should have done a long time ago. Taetae comes through as the bestest boy and sweetest friend.
Date: 5 months ago
In that instant, you knew what that message meant for your relationship. In that instant, his weird behavior over the past 3 weeks finally made sense. For you, this bond was important and something worth trying for. For Jaekyong, it was replaceable. It was insignificant. Shaky breaths escaped your mouth as you looked over your boyfriend’s sleeping form in your bed. It wasn’t fair how peaceful and at ease he was when your heart was just shattered to pieces. Without giving yourself too much time to think, you dialed the number waiting to hear the voice on the other side. You were met with a giddy sounding Hyeji.
“Hi Kyongie baby! Calling me already? I thought we were going out for breakfast tomorrow, but I guess you just missed my voice, huh?” she giggled.
That was all you needed to hear before you pressed the red button to end the call. This wasn’t a misunderstanding and it was definitely not something that Jaekyong could just try to haphazardly explain away.
It was truly now or never. The amount of courage that washed over you in that moment was a welcome change to the usually soft-spoken and agreeable Y/N. You walked over to the side of the bed where your boyfriend lay and looked down at him swearing to yourself that you were not going to let your resolve waver.
“YAH, Jaekyong! Wake up.”
He shifted around in your bed before sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
“Y/N” he said with an exasperated tone.
“What do you want? Why’d you wake me up?”
“Because I think Hyeji had something important to say to you” you spat back at him while you shoved his phone in his face with the text message on display.
You could see Jaekyong’s face go from tired to confused to “holy shit” in a matter of seconds. He reached up and snatched his phone out of your hands before sputtering out anything he could think of to try and cover his ass.
“Since when do we go through eachother’s shit? Anyway, it’s not what you think. Just some random girl who was at Dongsoo’s.” he said without looking into your eyes. It was so obvious that he was lying.
“Just some random girl who has your number, calls you baby, and says that you two were going out for breakfast!?” you said scathingly.
“So you were gonna go out to breakfast with Hyeji and then come back to me when you felt like it? Is this why you’ve been so distant lately? You're cheating on me?” You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes but you refused to break in front of him. You didn’t need to hear his response to know that it was true.
“Get out” you mumbled quietly.
“You can’t be serious, it's 3 am” Jaekyong said with an incredulous look on his face.
“GET OUT” you said louder this time, surprising yourself at the yell that escaped your lips. You were enraged and hurt and felt so betrayed.
“Damn, ok Y/N! You’re fucking crazy, you know that right? You’re overreacting and being pranoid as hell. She’s just a friend, but whatever.”
You couldn't believe that in a time like this, Jaekyong had the nerve to make you seem like you were the person in the wrong. He has always been selfish, but this was a new low, even for him.
“I’m done with being your afterthought. Just give me my key and get the hell out of my apartment Jae”
With a glaring look on his face, Jaekyong threw the covers off of his body and swung his legs down from your bed. He stood up and you took one long gaze at the man before you whom you loved with your whole heart.
He grabbed his jeans off your floor and pulled his keys out. It took what felt like ages while you watched him fiddle with the keyring. He removed your apartment key and threw it at the ground in front of you. He wordlessly dressed himself and shuffled over to stand directly in front of you.
He reached up to cup your chin in his right hand. His thumb rested right below your bottom lip and the rest of his fingers laid under your chin. He tilted your head up so that your eyes were locked and with a slick smile said “Call me when you’ve pulled the stick out your ass, babe.”
With that, he left. The only evidence of someone else having been in your apartment was the loud slam that came from your front door as he left you alone with your thoughts.
When you were finally alone, the dam broke and the tears flowed endlessly as you sank to the floor. You were proud of yourself for holding your ground, but you couldn’t shake the empty feeling inside of your chest. It felt like there was a gaping hole where your heart should be and every breath felt labored. You longed for comfort and for someone to just hold you and stroke your hair, someone to let you know that everything would be ok.
Your mind immediately went to Taehyung. He was the only person who you could be one hundred percent free with. Though you were in a relationship with Jaekyong, Taehyung held a special place in your heart since childhood that no one else could ever fill. You told yourself that everyone had a best friend like this, so to you, it wasn’t that weird that he played such an important role in your life. He was always there for you, you were always there for him, and this was one of those moments where you needed him the most.
You checked the clock unsure of how long you've been crouched on the floor crying. Seeing that it was 3:37, you felt bad about calling him so late. Looking at your cell phone, you went back and forth between whether or not you should bother him at this time, but you were sure that he’d understand. You dialed his number and waited for him to pick up.
“Y/N-ah” Taehyung croaked.
Guilt washed over you at hearing his sleepy voice.You fumbled for words not sure how to explain what just happened.
“Hey, Taetae -I uh.... Um, it's just that-” was all you could get out before Taehyung cut you off.
“A-Are you crying, Y/N? What happened? Is everything ok?”
The amount of concern in his voice was characteristic of Taehyung. He’s the type of person who cares deeply for the ones that he loves. He could immediately tell that something was wrong and you made a mental note to be more appreciative of how empathetic and insightful your best friend was.
“He’s been cheating on me”
Taehyung let out a soft sigh.
“Oh, Y/N...I’m so sorry”
“I tried so hard for us to work” you sobbed into the phone.
“I know you did Y/N. Where are you right now? Are you home?”
“Mmhmm”
“Hold tight for me, ok? I’ll be right there”
“Tae, you don’t have to come over. I just wanted to talk. Your words always have a way of making me feel better”
“That’s because I know you better than you know yourself Y/N-ie” Tae said with a chuckle. “Anyway, I know I don’t have to come over, but I want to. See you in a few, ok?”
You knew that there was no use in trying to fight it so you just sighed and agreed. Taehyung’s place was only about a12 minute walk away so you decided to freshen up not wanting him to see you looking like a mess.
Taehyung’s POV
“Anyway, I know I don’t have to come over, but I want to. See you in a few, ok?”
Pissed off wouldn’t even begin to describe how you were feeling at the moment.
“What a piece of shit!” you said out loud to yourself. “I always hated that guy”
You got out of bed and threw on a t-shirt and ruffled your hair a bit. As you walked to your front door, an idea hit you. You turned around and walked to your closet to search for the hoodie that you knew was Y/N’s favorite. Once you laid eyes on the dark green material, you grabbed it and set out to help comfort your best friend.
The walk to Y/N’s apartment was a familiar route to you. You guys would always hang out at your place listening to songs you wrote while Y/N just stared at you and listened to you talking about different chords, notes, and melodies. Afterwards, you would always walk Y/N home just to spend a few more minutes with her.
There was never another girl who meant as much to you as Y/N did. Sure, you had dated plenty of girls, but none of it was serious. It was hard to juggle a romantic relationship, a successful music career, spend time with your family, and spend time with your best friend. In the end, the romantic relationships just fell by the wayside because as much as it was hard to admit, at some point, you developed feelings for Y/N that were more than platonic. You were too afraid to ruin what was already golden between the two of you. Too bad she didn’t feel the same way, or at least that’s what you convinced yourself to believe.
All of the deep thinking kept you occupied and before you knew it, you were at Y/N’s doorstep waiting for her to answer your knocks. When the door opened, you were met with the most dejected face you have ever seen on Y/N. Despite this, she was still beautiful and you were shocked at how the girl from your childhood had the ability to make your heart skip a beat.
“Hey Taetae”
Y/N looked up at you like a sad puppy.
“Hi Y/N” you said as you wrapped your arms around her and pulled her in for an embrace. Her warm vanilla scent filled your nose. She felt tense at first but began to loosen up in your arms as you felt a wet spot on your t-shirt start to form where her tears made themselves at home.
“I brought you something”
You broke the hug and held up her favorite green hoodie. Her eyes lit up at you as she immediately grabbed the sweatshirt from your hands and put it on. She was swimming in the fabric that fit you perfectly, but somehow managed to reach mid thigh on her frame. She closed the front door and you followed her into her bedroom.
“Thanks for coming Taehyung-ie. I don’t know what I would do without you”
“Lucky for you, you don’t ever have to worry about that” you said with a smirk.
“Unless I get tired of seeing your face” Y/N joked. A bubble forming from her stuffy nose.
“Yah, go blow your nose Y/N! And don’t be so sassy!” you joked back.
You made yourself comfortable sitting on Y/N’s bed with your back against the headboard. Through the many years of your friendship, you both had many sleepovers at each other's childhood homes so this was nothing weird for the two of you.
Y/N climbed onto the bed, wedged herself under your left arm and laid her head on your shoulder. It felt nice being close to your best friend again. When Y/N and Jaekyong started dating, you guys spent less time together because he was jealous and always said negative things about you. Out of respect for their relationship, you decided to only hang out alone in public places instead of at each other's places.
“You know, Y/N, he never deserved you.” you said softly.
You reached your right arm around the front of both of you and rubbed her arm up and down.
“I know you are right Tae, it's just hard to accept that he’d do this to me. I mean, I've given so much to make this relationship work and he just threw it all away like it meant nothing. There were times when he would make me feel insecure but I always gave him the benefit of the doubt. Now I just fell stupid.”
You let out a deep sigh and tisked at her comment.
“Y/N I’m not trying to be right, I'm just telling you the truth. There is no reason for you to feel stupid or ashamed that you gave the relationship your all. That's just who you are and why you are so special. Anyone would be blind not to see how great of a person you are. It’s unfortunate that Jaekyong’s such a jerk and I’m sorry that you had to experience this with him. That’s why I said he never deserved you. He never appreciated all that you had to give.”
“Thank you so much Tae” Y/N whispered.
You both just sat and enjoyed each other's company until you heard Y/N’s soft snores hit your ears. You leaned down and kissed the top of her head before you turned off the bedroom lamp and drifted off to sleep.
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Chapter 30
CAMILA
Today is my best friend's wedding. Jessica and Matthew are finally tying the knot. The first time she was with Matt I never got to meet him but Jess always spoke highly of him. When they announced that they were having a baby, I was shocked beyond belief. Matt proposed to her the first Christmas holiday that we all spent together so their love story is somewhat traditional. Which was all Jessica’s mother wanted for her. They chose to hold off on the wedding until their little girl was old enough to walk and talk. Now that the day has finally come everything is moving so fast.
I got the girls and the baby up kind of early because we needed to be at the beach house by a certain time. Matt and Andre are making last minute trips to the different venues we have reserved to ensure this day will be as hassle free as possible. Jessica and Matt didn’t want to spend a fortune on a location plus extra wedding costs so Andre and I offered them the beach house as an introduction to their wedding presents from us.
Although today is about celebrating the love of my best friend and future brother-in-law, it’s also another day of grieving for my family. Karissa passed away on January 2nd at the hands of Chris. After that fight between the guys, our relationship with Karissa was strained. She didn’t call as often as she used to but I know there were other reasons for that. There was tension coming from all sides but Zoe was the only person to keep us together as friends/co-parents. Chris filed charges against both Andre and I, and came at us hard but Paz managed to bypass jail time for Andre so I’m very relieved. Dre is never again allowed to purchase a weapon of any kind and that’s a court order. His gun license was revoked and shredded in front of everyone in the courtroom. Luckily for the safety of our family, I still have a few guns locked away.
Zoe went to stay with her mother for the remainder of the holidays and she was then able to meet Chris. Andre threw a huge fit and went off because he didn’t want Zoe breathing the same air that Chris did. However, Karissa really wanted to spend time with their daughter so Andre had no choice but to push aside his personal hatred for Chris to keep the peace. Zoe called home on her second day in Texas to tell me that Chris made her feel uncomfortable. She and I spoke thoroughly about her feelings towards him and once she felt a little more at ease, so did I.
Two days after that, Zoe called again saying that she hid from Chris when he stopped by her mom’s house. For three hours she hid in a closet so he wouldn’t find her. When she called later that same day once Kari had returned from work, she was really missing home. Zoe said she was so afraid of Chris that she didn’t want to be around him any longer. I had Zoe put her mom on the phone so I could talk to her directly about everything that happened so far. She kept saying that Zoe was just exaggerating but I knew better. I sensed a lot of fear and uncertainty in Karissa’s voice when we spoke. She tried and failed to pull the wool over my eyes regarding Zo’s feelings about her man.
I was mature and kept the conversation respectful because I didn’t want to offend Karissa or bring about unnecessary drama. Now the fourth time Zoe called me just in the first week of her being in Texas, I made Andre go and get her. He took the first flight out to Dallas at midnight to get our little girl. Zoe was a mess when she called me. She was crying so much and she sounded so broken. Lately I’ve been teaching the girls about their body and which parts do what, being as they’re growing up and their bodies are approaching the pubescent stage in life. They understand all of what I’ve taught them so far. They also understand that it’s not okay for anyone to touch them intimately for a long, long time.
Andre didn’t let me know when he landed in Dallas. I more so got that text the following night. He, as I, was enraged when Zoe told him what happened at her moms. He was so pissed that he beat the shit out Chris but didn’t kill him surprisingly. Andre and Karissa had an emotional blow out. Zoe called to talk to Kenja and I while the fight was happening and I couldn’t believe what I heard. Chris touching Zoe inappropriately introduced all of us to a new side of Andre that not even I knew he had. Andre filed for sole custody of Zoe being that he no longer felt she would be safe with Karissa. I stood by Andre through the whole ordeal for the sake of Zoe’s health, state of mind and safety.
When Dre and Zoe finally returned home, he didn’t let her out of his sight. Andre apologized every hour on the hour hoping to take Zo’s pain away and makeup for what happened. About a week later of being glued to her dad’s hip, Zoe eventually gravitated towards me. I was saddened that she was apologizing for such an event that she did not orchestrate nor deserve. She kept asking why Chris touched her in places she didn’t like and I couldn’t even answer. Me being the super emotional woman I am, I struggled with not having a breakdown over that whole situation. She and I had a lengthy and emotional discussion. I ensured her several times over that what Chris did was in no way her fault. No girl should feel ashamed for being touched in such a way they don’t agree to.
When news broke that Chris murdered Karissa, Dre went ape shit. He loved Karissa in a much different way that I was fine with. She’ll always be the mother of his first child so the value she held to his life is different from mine. Chris received a life sentence for first degree murder and child molestation with no chance of parole. When it came time for the funeral Andre and Zoe were a wreck. Kenja and I stepped back to give Andre and Zoe some time to grieve the way they needed to.
Zoe didn’t understand where her mom was going nor the purpose of death. Karissa didn’t want to be buried so we had her cremated like she wished to be. Her ashes are now at the house with us. Any time Dre goes to be with what’s left of her, he loses himself. He doesn’t cry nor does he speak. Instead he goes to a different place for at least an hour every other day.
Zoe has been dealing with her mother’s death in a very strange way. For some reason Zoe doesn’t like for Karissa to be addressed as her mother anymore. She’s mad and deeply hurt that Karissa didn’t believe her when she said Chris made her uncomfortable. I ask Zoe why she no longer wants ties to Kari and her reply always makes me tear up. “You’re my mommy. Not her..” are her exact words. Clearly, I’ve been a mother to her ever since Dre and I started raising the girls together but now it’s like I’m the only mother she’s ever had. She doesn’t even go near Karissa’s ashes. Instead she always tries to throw the urn away. Dre and Zoe have argued about what to do with Karissa’s remains. Zoe hates her mother for not believing in her. She’s so angry but when I remove her from around the urn, she settles down.
“Mamá,” Kenja announced.
Turning over on my side I removed my headphones as we made eye contact. “Sí bebé?”
“Jorden está llorando.” Kenja said, eating a sandwich that Jess made her.
Getting out of bed I went over to where Kenja sat and lifted Jorden out of his bassinet feeling bad that I wasn’t listening out for him. I changed him twice before putting him down to sleep so he must be ready to eat now. I walked over the bed, getting comfortable to feed him. Unbuttoning my jersey, I tossed my hair behind my back. Jorden found me before I had the chance to lift him higher up. His hand cupped my right shoulder as his fingers searched around for my hair. I think he’s starting to find comfort and enjoyment out of playing in my hair while he’s feasting. Airily I started giggling, presenting my unkempt hair to occupy his busy little hands.
“Oh Jorden Ali Maree, eres siempre jugando con mi cabello al igual que tu padre. Pero está bien.” I laughed some more at how excited Jo is to play with my hair.
“Camila! Something is wrong! It’s not fitting!” I heard Jess cry from upstairs.
Laughing at her struggles I got out of bed, pushing my feet into my slippers. “Vamos Kenja..” I called her. She and I reached the third floor finding Zoe laid out on the bed stuffing her face with bananas.
“Chica perezosa.” Kenja taunted her, going to snag a banana for herself.
“I am not.” Zoe retaliated after Kenja unpeeled her banana only to break off a piece and shove it in her mouth.
“Aren’t you supposed to be helping tia?” I asked, heading for the bathroom.
“I was but then I got hungry so she said I can have a break. Is he almost done? I want to play with him.” Zoe followed me into the bathroom trying to get a good look at the baby. He’s not worried about anything but my hair and left breast.
“Let him finish eating mi amor and then you can have him.” Pausing my steps I shook my head as Jessica tried to inch herself further into this slip that goes underneath her gown. “Wow, that slip cost an even two-fifty and you’re laying on the floor with it.” I muttered, lifting Jorden higher.
Jess rolled over on her stomach to scowl at me. “Don’t start with me bruja. I need the slip to fit and I need one now. You think maybe Matt will go and pick up another for me?”
Nodding assuringly I occupied space on the new rug Andre bought for this bathroom with Zoe next to me. The two of us occupied our time until I heard the door open. Having a strange feeling I pulled Jorden off my breast and fixed my appearance. He began to cry and fuss and while I hate to interrupt him I want to check out who's all here.
“Hold him for a minute, please.” With Jess keeping the kids I was able to sneak off downstairs to see who was here. I even managed to get my gun out of my purse just in case. I quietly crept down the stairs and up to the entrance of the kitchen. I can’t tell if the person was Andre or not based on the fact that I can’t see any tattoos.
The guy leaned over to set the bridesmaids gowns on the counter giving up his identity.
“Stop.” I demanded.
He turned around and when I locked eyes with Andre I took off my slippers to hurl them at his head.
“Aye girl, watch it.” He snickered, situating the gowns so they didn’t fall on the floor.
“What the hell did I tell you about sneaking around like that?! It’s not funny. I didn’t even know it was you.” I argued strongly.
“So you’re gonna shoot me? You’re like three years and many opportunities too late baby.” He joked, pushing his hat off and set his belongings on the counter.
“You can do better than that. Our kids and my best friend are upstairs, you could’ve been anybody so yeah I brought my gun.” I grumbled.
“Hey, I’m not knocking your instincts. I'll tell you how sexy you look holding a gun?” He smiled, standing right in front of me.
“All the time.” I nodded, tucking my gun in the back of my pants. With the safety still on I greeted Dre with the same amount of love I always do.
“You miss me?” He asked, kissing my cheek and resting his hands on my hips.
“Claro que si, amor. How did it go with the priest and the caterers?” Dre and I discussed little details of the wedding we are responsible for. “Does everyone have the address to get here? I don’t want anyone getting lost and being late or not showing up at all.”
“Everything is fine, Camila. I made some calls to make sure everyone knew to come here. Go get those dresses upstairs, the other ladies should be here soon.”
Getting out of his hold I went to grab the stack of dresses. I carried the gowns upstairs and into the room on the second floor. I hung the bags up in the closet, turning each one around so the name cards can be easily read. Dre met me upstairs and headed straight for the girls.
“Hi daddy.” They greeted at once jumping on his lap.
“What’s up little ones? Zo you have something on your face.” Andre picked at Zoe’s chin, wiping his hand on his favorite pocket square.
“It’s just a banana.” She mumbled laying on his chest.
Hearing the baby act up I went to the bathroom to find Jess and him on the floor. She was kissing his feet and playfully moving his legs about in the air. Sometimes Jo really is like his dad. He gets upset when I’m not around. Especially since I interrupted his fourth meal of the day.
“He acts just like his father, ay bendito! Moody and unpredictable.” Taking a seat opposite of Jess I finger brushed through his hair, rubbing his scalp simultaneously.
Jorden looked up at me blankly not realizing who I am being that I’m upside down.
“Mi angelito.” Bending over to kiss his lips I felt his hands attempt to grab onto my face. Deciding to play a little game with him, I leant forward to kiss different areas of his face and backed away before he could touch me. “You think this is funny don’t you?” I grinned, feeling someone touch my lower back. I looked back to see Dre removing the gun from my jeans to tuck it away in his own. “Sorry..I forgot to put it away.” After apologizing sincerely I returned to catering to my baby. “You kiss better than your daddy.” Turning the blanket around I held onto Jo’s hands and stood him up on his feet. Bringing him closer I hooked my hands beneath his underarms and laid him back on my legs.
“No he doesn’t.” Dre scoffed sitting on the floor beside me. Jorden looked over to Dre and giggled as loud as he could. “Yeah you know I’m right. But don’t you worry Imma teach you all my tricks when you get older. I’ma teach you how to be a man and how to pull all the ladies.” Dre toyed around with Jo leaving me to go help Jess with her hair and makeup.
As I was curling the front side of Jessica's hair I heard cars pulling up and people talking.
“Baby, go see who’s here so I can finish helping Jess. Please.” I plead kindly. Dre nodded and stood up from the floor with the baby in his arms. He walked out of the room and left Jo with the girls before jogging downstairs. “How are you feeling about all this? You’re getting married today. Are you excited?” I pressed on, pinning her curls up so the heat would set them well.
“I’m really excited. I never saw myself as the wife type, you know that. It’s scary though knowing the entire state of California will recognize us as husband and wife but I’m excited and I’m ready. This day seems unreal.” Jess spun the chair around so I could work on the back of her head.
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All of the guests are here at the beach house now and it is hectic! People at every turn, kids running around like they have no common sense and the men making today all about them. Us girls are on the second floor getting hair and makeup done. The men are upstairs doing the same but with loud ass music seeping into the lower levels of the house. We had to close our door just to drown them all out. Everything for the ceremony is set up and the reception venue is prepped as well too. Jess and the stylist were prepping the bridesmaids’ hair and makeup. I moved over to the couch on the far wall to help my girls get ready. I tried to get the baby to spend some time with his grandparents but he didn’t want to leave me. So he’s up here with all of us ladies.
Some of the women have their bridesmaids robes on and some are testing out the bras Jess had specially made for us. The bras are beautiful and very expensive. I was the first to try mine on since I’m the maid of honor and I helped Jess pick out the color scheme for the bras. I’m scared mine is gonna break and I'll have to go braless because of how heavy my chest is now. After two babies and fully developing at a young age, I carry a lot of weight with these bad boys. The fabric is very lightweight and the material is sheer combined with lace detail. It’s a beautiful piece of lingerie but I’m just worried that I won’t be able to wear mine. A hard knock on the hard drew one of the woman's attention but most of us kept on with what we were doing.
“Mommy, it won’t tie.” Zoe whined, turning around so I could tie her bow.
I successfully made her a pretty bow and adjusted the flowers within her braid. The girls wanted their hair done too so I gave in. Kenja’s hair is straighter than you can imagine. Today was the first time she’s ever had heat pressed to her hair and I was a little nervous for the stylist to touch her hair. Kenja’s curl pattern is so pretty; I’m anxious to see how her hair will bounce back after today.
“Kenja, baby...come here. Your bow is messed up.” Motioning her over to me I turned her around to fix the bow so it was perfect.
“Mom, where’s papa?” Kenja asked, sitting down next to me and taking the baby to sit in her lap.
“Upstairs with the groomsmen getting ready.” I yawned.
“Your face is really fat Jorden. But it’s ok, you’re so cute.” Kenja giggled from beside me. I glanced at her funny only to find her squeezing Jorden’s cheeks like he was some kind of toy.
“Kenja be careful. He’s just a baby and his skin is a lot more sensitive than yours.” I warned defensively.
“Se pero le gusta esto.” Kenja defended pridefully. She continued to mess with her brother’s face, making the both of them laugh.
“Girl, why aren’t you dressed yet?” Tanya asked me suddenly. I looked to my right to see her slipping into her dress.
“I had to get my girls and the baby ready T. And besides I’m enjoying this time to sit back and relax.” I chuckled, throwing my body back on the couch.
“Well here..just in case someone has to come in.” Tanya handed me my robe and I graciously accepted it to warm myself up. This bra is not something you wear when your nipples are hard and you’re surrounded by so many people.
“Aw no, you can’t come in here. You see all these women getting dressed. Get out!” I heard Charise say loudly.
Looking up from Kenja’s lap I saw Charise and Andre going back and forth with laughter mixed into their conversation. Leaving the girls on the couch I politely walked through the women in the room and over to the door.
“I just wanted to talk to my lady. Why are you blocking Charise?” Andre argued with his hand over his heart.
“Thank you for handling his entry but I will take care of his exit.” Palming his chest I pushed him out of the room and closed the door behind me. “Que quieres, Andres?”
“I missed you. Let me see what you have on.” Andre pried his hands into my robe, fiddling with the bra clasp, and completely snapped both halves of it open. I quickly cupped my breasts to prevent them from spilling out of this bra.
“Thanks so much.” I muttered, closing my brassiere and adjusting the clasp.
“This bra is gorgeous. You gonna wear this for me someday?” He smiled, stepping closer to me.
Closing my robe I disagreed, “hell no. I cannot imagine the damage you would do to this bra in a private setting. Seriously, what did you want?”
“How’s Zo doing today?”
“Oh, um...she seems to be in good spirits. Kind of like nothing ever happened.” Looking him in the eye I felt my heart strings being tugged on. I know he hates when I give him that answer but it’s the truth and those are Zoe’s feelings. She’s a big girl now and she understands what it means to feel negatively towards a person, place, or object. Karissa hurt Zoe in an emotional sense and it’ll be a long time before Zo forgives her mother. If she even reaches that point.
“Really? She seems happy? I don’t think she’ll ever talk to me about what really happened. I don’t think she’ll ever trust me enough or feel comfortable enough to open up about any of it. Camila, I’m never going to be able to get over her dea-”
“Don’t go there right now. Today is not about us or our problems, you hear me?” Cupping his chin in my hand I lifted his face and searched his eyes. “As far as Zoe goes, you just have to be patient. I know it hurts that she hasn’t come to you about what she went through but remember that she’s just a little girl. She’s still feeling guilty and embarrassed. Zoe doesn’t know how to talk to you about this. Just give her time and don’t pressure her to open about it.” I advised.
He gave me a reluctant head nod and leaned down to kiss me. I don’t want to think about Chris, what he did to our daughter or Karissa no longer being with us. This day is about Matthew and Jessica solidifying their bond in front of our friends and family. There aren’t a whole lot of celebrations we partake in as a family. With that being said I want us to take full advantage of this day to smile, laugh, dance, and enjoy the moments that are on the horizon. In order to occupy his mind with happy thoughts I engulfed him in my arms, passionately displaying my love for him.
I quickly realized that we’re standing in the hallway and need to have more privacy. Pushing him off of me I checked to make sure no one was watching. I followed him into the room that was just across the hall. He swept me off my feet the second I crossed over the threshold. He carried me over to the chair gently setting me down. I’m not sure what Dre wanted to happen but like always I just let my mind float elsewhere. My robe came open in seconds, shorts came off in milliseconds and so he rightfully took his position in front of me.
Usually he likes to fuck around beforehand or talk to me while he warms me up. This is unlike the other times clearly. The strands of his hair nestled against my fingers tickled my hands just enough to force delicate laughter up my throat. Before I could open my mouth I heard rustling close by.
“Aw yes, Meah..”
Opening my eyes I looked over at the bathroom door and then down at Andre ready to question him. He’s still pursuing me with no regard to what’s happening up here. My thighs are fully covering his ears so he has no idea what I’m hearing. I softened at the awe-inspiring ability he has to blow my mind. My chest and legs quivered from his actions meanwhile my heart rate is steadily soaring to new heights. He’s developed a list of tricks that will surely cause one of many things to happen: I cry, convulse, shiver,or scream random shit that he likes to hear. In this case I opted for a faint cry and moan paired with some involuntary shivering. One of my favorites of his emergency traps is when he’ll encompass my clitoral hood with his mouth while dragging the pad of his thumb up my perineum down to my anus. His actions matched my thoughts, forcing me to forget about the noise I keep hearing. Careful not to rip this bra with my nails I squeezed and carressed various regions of my own body.
“Well Meah..I think I found your teacher. Or master I should say, demonstrating the greatest lesson of all time.”
Looking over at the bathroom door I saw Meah and NaTasha watching with proud smiles on their faces. Seeing as the flashbacks from the past are coming back I placed my hands on Dre’s head, trying and wanting him to stop. “Babe..stop.” I panicked.
“No.” Dre shot back with attitude, holding on tighter.
Trying to move back from him I found myself craving for him to finish me already. My cheeks were flushed with pleasure and embarrassment but as all times in the past and right now, he’s pleasing me just the way I like.
“Oh mierda..” I cried aloud. The conscious half of me wishes for him to cease this moment but the needy half of me is saying to just enjoy this before it ends. When he got the response from my mouth and body that we both love, I was quick to close my legs. My face contorted in all sorts of ways feeling my own cum rubbing all over my thighs. Sitting up in the chair I covered the top portion of my body with my robe. Some shield is better than none at all.
“You are a magnificent teacher.” Meah laughed, making me blush so much more.
Andre wiped his mouth, finally turning around only to blush at the sight of our audience.
“How long have y'all been standing there?” He asked not able to wipe the cheesy smile off of his face.
“Enough to realize I took some great advice. She tried to stop you twice but you just seemed like you were doing such a great job.” Meah teased leaning on Tasha’s body.
“How much did you two hear from us?” Tasha spoke up wrapping an arm around Meah’s waist.
“Not a whole lot but enough to know what was going on.” I shrugged innocently.
“Well this felt like an unplanned orgy. How long were y’all in there?” Andre rose to his feet, going to retrieve my shorts. I hurriedly accepted them and left the room to make myself decent.
“Oh my god.” I gasped quietly and to myself. Meah and her wife just witnessed Andre and I during a very private moment. Honestly, I’d rather relive today a hundred times over than the day my father barged in on us years ago. Upon leaving the bathroom I saw the three of them looking at me. I tried to leave but Andre wasn’t having it.
“Let me go. I have to go get ready.” I blushed, hiding my face.
“I know.” He laughed and kissed my forehead. The girls left us, providing us true privacy.
The flood of embarrassment hit me again prompting me to punch him in his chest, moderately rough.
“What did I do?” He scoffed.
“I tried pushing you off so you’d stop because they were watching but no..you were too focused.” I argued, tightening the robe strings once more.
He laughed and tried to kiss me but I blocked him.
“That was embarrassing. We’ve already had my dad walk in on us and now your assistant and her wife.” This is all fun and games for him. He’s still chalking up chuckles like I’m telling him a joke. “Stop laughing, it’s not funny!” Leaving him behind I locked myself in the room with the bridesmaids and the kids to focus on myself now. Now the time has come for us to get ready.
ANDRE
Tightening my tie I looked at myself in the mirror.
“How in the hell did you manage to mess these up?” Matt griped. Looking briefly to the side I shrugged like I’m clueless as to what he’s talking about. “I know you heard me speaking to you. What happened to my sweatpants man?”
“I doubt you really want to know.” I said plainly.
“I’m never again letting your nasty ass borrow my shit. You’re foul Dre, foul.” He shoved me to get past and continue getting ready.
Camila wound up in our room, keeping me company until it came time to begin the ceremony. Jorden coincidentally erupted in tears as it’s time for the bridesmaids and groosmen to line up. My mom was able to get Jo settled with a bottle and no Camila. The walk outside seemed to take a toll on me because as Cam and I went to our assigned places I felt myself missing her. Although she’s standing less than a hundred feet away from me, she feels so far away. I hope Cam and I can find the right time to get our wedding plans together soon because I’m ready. I’m so ready to take the next step in our relationship. I’ve come to terms that this woman is the best partner I’ve ever had without question.
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A Darker Curse
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Chapter 26: Triggered
Kathryn glared at the back of his head, as she forced him to follow Cora. It seemed the former Mayor was leading them to the mines? That struck her as odd in her mind, but then so much did these days. Everything had changed and the raven haired tramp that she was holding a gun to was the reason for it all.
Just months ago, her life was very well ordered. She was among the elite in this town. People looked at her with the utmost respect and envy. She was the manager of her father's bank, had a handsome, dutiful husband, and was part of the ruling class. She commanded respect, both professionally and personally. When she had come home, he did everything she wanted and faced the consequences when he didn't. She relished those times when he used to wince under one well shot glare and bend to her every will. She missed those days. She missed the days when Cora was Mayor and no one dared to look at her like they did now.
She was now met with looks of disgust and outrage, while they all now rallied around David. It was pathetic. When Cora was in power, those same people had been too afraid to lift a finger to help him and he was only met with their looks of pity. But it all changed the moment that blonde demon walked into town with her baby and her tramp of a mother. David was a different man since she walked into town. Strong, confident, and brave. And in love. He had never looked at her like he looked at Mary Margaret. And it enraged her...for a while. Then she had fallen into indifference and had started to wonder why she even cared. She didn't love David and he didn't love her. So their marriage ending had made a lot of sense. She almost had a moment of clarity and even acceptance, until Cora paid her a visit. She had made tea for her, while Kathryn lamented about everything that had happened. But as they enjoyed tea together, Cora reminded her of all the things that had just been stolen from her. Her hold on David had dissolved very quickly once Mary Margaret entered the picture. She had batted her green eyes and lured him away like a moth to a flame. Cora made her realize that Mary Margaret was the root of all the misfortune that had befallen her and her family. Her children were just as wretched as she was. Her son had made a mockery of her entire family and aired their dirty laundry to the entire town in his rag of a newspaper. And her smart mouthed daughter had the power to lock them up now with a badge on her hip.
Mary Margaret had even put some sort of strange spell on David that made him think he somehow fathered her daughter. It was ludicrous. Mary Margaret had even somehow gotten to Regina and turned her against her own mother. But now...Cora assured her that she had a plan to save the town from the Swan family's villainy. She kept insisting though that she would have to do some very questionable things to take back what belonged to her and make the raven haired temptress pay. But she had never imagined this. She had never imagined herself doing the things she had done recently, even in the name of supposedly saving the town.
Somewhere inside her, there was a horrified voice screaming at her to stop. That voice had started to make her weepy and distraught, until Cora corrected her profusely. She had done everything Cora asked of her and let her anger consume her. But going from getting David fired from his job at the animal shelter to holding a gun on the woman he loved was a very big leap. She was vindictive, but would have never considered murder, even at her worst. Cora was clear though. Mary Margaret Swan had to pay for ruining her life and David had to pay as well. It was the only way to take back what belonged to them and save the town from ruin. But murder...there was no coming back from that.
"Kathryn...please let her go," David pleaded.
"Shut up David," she snapped.
"Think about what you're doing! This isn't you...you'd never truly want to hurt anyone," he said, trying to get through to the real Kathryn inside. The curse seemed to be weakening on everyone else, except Kathryn, which convinced him more that Cora had done something to increase her hold on the blonde. And he had to stop her. He had to stop her to save her from herself. She was already going to be horrified by her actions thus far when she woke up from the curse. Cora was using her to do her dirty work and he feared for Abigail's mental health when all this was over and the curse did break. And he knew it would. Their daughter would break it. He had nothing but the utmost faith and confidence in her. Cora may have plagued them, ripped them apart, and tortured them both in ways that had left deep scars, but they both knew that she didn't stand a chance against Emma.
"Oh I assure you, David...I want nothing more than to hurt you both for everything you've done to me!" Kathryn snapped, as she grabbed Mary Margaret by the hair again. The raven haired beauty cried out in pain, as the crazed blonde pressed the gun against her head. David turned and put his hands up, as Cora finally stopped walking and he deduced they must have been far enough into the mines for whatever purpose she had brought them here for.
"Then make me pay! Just let her go!" he pleaded. A tear slipped down Kathryn's cheek.
"You'd do anything for her...wouldn't you?" she asked, but she didn't wait for him to answer before she continued.
"I could literally make you do anything if you thought it would save her from harm," she sobbed.
"The way you look at her...you never looked at me like that," she cried. He swallowed thickly.
"You're right...but there is someone out there that can love you the way I love Mary Margaret. I know that you feel deeply inside you that all of this is wrong. Please Kathryn...just let her go and I promise you that everything will be made right," he begged.
"Why...so you can arrest me, Deputy?" she asked sarcastically.
"No arrests...you're not the one that deserves to be locked up," he replied, casting a cold glance at Cora.
"Oh what I wouldn't give for a muzzle right now. You were so much easier to take when you were docile and under our thumb," Cora commented, as she curiously picked up a dwarf axe.
"This axe...it's sharp enough to cut diamonds. I can only imagine what it would do to human flesh," she leered, as she used the tip of it to lift his chin, letting him feel the sharp point against his skin.
"No...please…" Snow pleaded.
"Don't worry dear...as much as I would love to make you watch me tear the flesh from his bones, this axe isn't for him," Cora replied.
"I am going to leave it up to you on how this one dies though, my dear," Cora cooed, as she glared daggers at the princess she considered to be the bane of her existence.
"You can put a bullet in her if you'd like...or let her die in the arms of her lover," Cora offered. Kathryn's eyes flicked to her ex-husband and a devious smirk crossed her cold, beautiful features.
"What will you do for her? How far would you go for her?" Kathryn asked. David's blue eyes pierced her own gaze.
"To the end of this realm and every other," he promised, as his eyes locked with Snow's beautiful emerald gaze.
"Get on your knees and beg me for her worthless life," Kathryn growled and he didn't hesitate for a second. There really was nothing he wouldn't do for Snow.
"Please...her children and grandchild need her. They are what's important in all of this. Punish me...but don't punish them," he pleaded.
"David…" Snow started to say, but Kathryn cut her off by shoving her to him. She collapsed to the ground with him and he folded into his arms.
"Charming…" she murmured.
"Shh...have faith. Emma will find us," he whispered, as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"You can have each other. I guess you are willing to do anything for her...even die for her," Kathryn spat.
"You're right...I am," David confirmed. Cora smirked.
"Then I guess it's poetic that you shall die together," Cora said, as she took out a black diamond from a velvet pouch.
"What is that?" Snow asked.
"A reset button," Cora replied.
"I am dissatisfied with my curse and it's time to start over...for me, anyway," she added.
"And the town?" David asked with trepidation. She smirked.
"I'm afraid Storybrooke will be no more," she revealed, as they exchanged a horrified look.
"You can't do that!" Snow cried.
"It's my curse...I can do whatever I want, Princess. You came into this town thinking you really had a chance of ousting me, but you never really did. And now...you and your entire family will be wiped from existence," Cora promised. David growled and was about to charge her, but Cora took the gun from Kathryn.
"I know you have little care for yourself, but move again and I will put a bullet in her head," Cora warned. Snow pulled him back and he took her in his arms again.
"Kathryn...she's going to kill everyone, including you!" David hissed at the blonde.
"That's insane, David. You're insane! You think you're the father of Mary Margaret's grown daughter and you want me to believe anything that comes out of your mouth?" Kathryn snapped. Cora gave her a pleased smile.
"Good...keep the gun trained on them," she instructed. Snow and David could only watch, as Cora used the pick axe and struck the diamond. They were hopeful for a brief moment when nothing happened, but then the diamond began to glow and spin rapidly.
"No…" Snow uttered.
"Yes...even without magic, this will do the job," Cora said, as she started to walk away.
"Wait...where are you going?" Kathryn asked.
"To make a fresh start. You do with them as you please, dear. They're doomed either way," Cora replied, as she walked away. Kathryn looked very confused by the spinning diamond that was glowing and suspended in the air.
"Kathryn...listen to me. That thing is going to kill us all, but if we get as far away from it as possible, we might have a chance," David pleaded with her.
"You sound crazy, David! And you and your little tramp aren't going anywhere," Kathryn cried, but she yelped, as she was hit in the head.
"You'd be wrong about that," Emma said, as she confiscated the woman's gun and then rushed to her parents, who enveloped her in a crushing hug.
"Are you guys okay?" she asked.
"We're fine...but Cora did something…" Snow replied.
"It's called a trigger," Regina revealed. August nodded, as he looked through the book and was alarmed to see his pen stop glowing.
"Oh...we need to get the hell away from this thing," he said.
"Honey...what is it?" Snow asked, but she soon saw when the pen dissolved.
"This thing is going to destroy the town. It erased the pen and the town is next," August replied.
"Then we need to leave Storybrooke," Regina said gravely.
"How long do you think we have?" David asked.
"It's hard to say. Hopefully with no magic, it's slowing it down...but I really have no idea," Regina replied.
"We sent everyone to the town line though. We just need to get Neal and Gold. The baby is with them," Emma said, as Kathryn stirred.
"We can't leave her...it's not really her fault," he said. Emma nodded and helped her up.
"Let's go," she said, prodding her along, as they ran from the mines, just as the earthquakes began. Snow was almost thrown off her feet, but David steadied her and they kept running. She yelped, as there was a loud pop beneath their feet and they watched a large crack appear down Main Street.
"The town is coming apart," August said, as they saw the clock tower begin to crumble and could only watch in horror, as the face of the clock fell into the streets.
"Charming…" Snow uttered, fearing the worst was coming, as vines started to grow over the diner and other businesses.
"We're too late…" Gold said, as he came out of the shop with Lacey. Neal hurried to Emma with their son and instinctively put his arm around her. The ground beneath them shook again and David looked at Gold.
"The sapling...do you think it can protect us from the blast?" he asked.
"I don't know...but we stand a better chance with using it than not," Gold replied, as they saw Cora's car careen around the corner and speed out of town.
"There she goes…" August said.
"No…" Snow said, as she stepped toward the bug.
"Snow…" David called.
"No...she doesn't get to do this! She doesn't get to destroy our lives again!" Snow said, as she opened the car door.
"Snow...what are you doing?" he asked.
"Stopping her...and if I can't, then I'm at least going to take her with me," Snow replied darkly, as she got in and sped off.
"SNOW!" David cried out in fear, as he got his keys and scrambled to his truck, which was parked on the other side of the street.
"Dad...wait!" Emma called and he was torn. He couldn't lose Snow again, but he also couldn't lose Emma and his grandson.
"We're safer if we get far enough away from the blast. Everyone in the box of the truck!" he called. Emma took her son, while Neal helped his father and Lacey up into the truck. Regina and August hopped in also, after helping a very confused Kathryn, while Emma got in the cab with her father. The sapling rested between them and little David seemed captivated by the glowing green tree.
David put the truck in gear and sped out of town. The ground rumbled beneath them, as he dodged pot holes as best as he could. Left behind was a deserted town and Main Street suddenly cracked violently in a spiderweb-like crack, as the entire town began to shake and a roar was heard from deep underground.
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Cora spied the yellow bug on her tail in the rear view mirror and punched the accelerator harder, but that didn't seem to do much, as the bug only sped up to keep with her.
"Oh...you troublesome little bitch…" Cora cursed, as she yelped when she felt the other car nudge her from behind.
"Well...it seems you've finally cracked, princess," she said, as Snow bumped her again. The ground shook beneath them violently and the road cracked. She hit a large pothole and the tire popped, sending her car fishtailing. She screamed, as she lost control of the vehicle at the town line and crashed through the sign and into a tree, stunning all the citizens that had crossed over the town line. Snow braked and the bug came to a screaming halt. She got out and the others could only watch, as she marched toward the former Mayor's car and threw the door open.
"You're not going anywhere, bitch," Snow growled, as she grabbed Cora by the hair and dragged her out.
"How does this feel?" Snow asked, as she dragged her over to the road.
"I didn't grab your hair, you crazy little tramp!" Cora screamed at her.
"No...Kathryn did that, but it might as well have been you!" Snow shouted back, as she pushed her to the ground. She was disheveled, her lipstick was smeared, and there was a cut on her forehead from the crash. But Snow didn't care. This woman wouldn't suffer enough until she was burning.
"You have tortured me and my family for the last time, you evil bitch!" Snow hissed, as she opened the trunk of the bug and extracted a bow and quiver.
"You really have lost your mind," Cora said, as she attempted to get up, but Snow threaded an arrow and aimed it directly at her.
"One move and it goes through your eye," she warned.
"I'd aim for your heart, but you don't have one, so I'll just go for the brain since that's where all your evil, sick ideas come from," Snow said.
"Ms. Swan...I know she's an evil woman, but you don't want to do this," Graham tried to reason.
"Sheriff...arrest her! She's threatening my life!" Cora pleaded.
"She has a point," Michael Bishop pointed out.
"Shut up," Snow snapped.
"You're way out of your depth, Detective Bishop and you have no idea what this woman has done. You'll never be able to understand any of this," Snow said, shutting him up.
"Oh, but he can see that you're crazy! We all can!" Cora shouted and then screamed in agony, as an arrow hit her in the shoulder with a thwack. Snow smiled at her pain.
"I missed on purpose this time, but I won't next time," she said, as she threaded another arrow.
"Oh...I am going to destroy you!" Cora promised, even as she writhed in pain.
"No...you're time is over, Cora. Today is the day the Evil Queen falls," Snow promised, as the ground shook violently again beneath them. Snow was thrown off balance and Cora capitalized on the opportunity by lunging at the raven haired beauty. People screamed, as they were thrown all about and Cora got her hands around Snow's neck, even as the ground collapsed around them. Snow choked, but managed to grab the arrow in her shoulder and yank it out. Cora howled in pain and Snow kicked her away, before getting to her knees. She yelped, as the ground broke apart around her and she saw her husband's truck barreling toward them.
"SNOW!" he called, as he parked the truck and got out.
"Dad…" Emma called, as she gave her son to Neal and hurried after him.
Snow yelped, as Cora grabbed onto her and pulled herself up from the precipice and then slapped her across the face.
"I'm going to do what the huntsman failed to do and cut out your not so pure heart!" Cora hissed, as she brandished a knife from her handbag.
"Not today, Queenie…" Emma growled, as she kicked her away and the knife flew out of her hand. David knelt down and lifted Snow up and helped her to her feet. She threw her arms around him and he kissed her hair, before pulling back and cupping her face in his hands.
"You can't do that to me again…" he chided and she gazed at him tearfully.
"I'm sorry...just the thought of her getting away with destroying my family again. I guess I lost it," she cried.
"That's understandable, but we're in this together," he reminded her. She nodded and he kissed her passionately. Their lips parted though, as there was another violent shudder. David looked back at town and saw a blueish black glow.
"It's happening…" Rumple warned, as the sapling glowed brightly, creating a protective radius for those around it.
"Everyone get down!" David called to those outside the town line. He took Snow and Emma's hands, as they made their way back toward the truck. But Cora was not finished and grabbed Snow's leg. She kicked her away and the other woman saw the blueish black wave of destruction coming at them. She let go of Snow's leg and started running for the town line.
"Mom! Dad!" Emma called, as she got to the box of the truck. She was about to go back for them, but they stopped her.
"No Emma!" Snow called, as they hurried toward the truck. David saw the shock wave coming through and tackled his wife to the ground, as it swept over them all...
#Snowing#SnowxCharming#Charming family#Emma Swan#August W. Booth#Regina Mills#Rumpelstiltskin#Cora Mills#evil Cora#CORA cast the curse#AU#mentions of abuse#nothing graphic#romance#family#angst#adventure#a darker curse
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Savin Me 3/3
Jason Todd X Reader
Warnings:minor character death, heavy angst
Words:974
Based on Batman death in the family 2020 movie. Jason and Y/N hurry to Gotham to comfort Timmy after his biological father's death
Y/N and I packing. I abruptly put my clothes in my duffle bag.
"Jay" she said so soft though I couldn't calm myself
"What?!" I asked harshly throwing my arms outward in frustration
I'm so selfish. I should have never left.
"breathe. Every--" I cut her off
"don't!" I take a deep breath enraged. I lower my hands continuing to pack "don't fucking start lying to me. This is my fucking fault and there is nothing you can say to change my mind"
"stop thinking that you're to blame. Jason, all we can do is be there for, Tim. You can control that"
I shake my head frustration and guilt is all I can seem to feel. She stepped away from her bag walking to me. She wraps her arms around me. I take a shaky breath forcing myself to calm down. Though it is a lot easier with her. We made it to, Gotham. I didn't bother saying anything to anyone until I make sure, Tim is OK. Who the fuck thought he should go on patrol? I open his bedroom door seeing him on his bed eye's locked on his laptop. His shoulders slouching.
"hey bat-baby"
"hey man" he said with a genuine hurt tone
His room is a complete wreck. He looks thinner. His eye's puffed from lack of sleep and possibly crying. I want to tell him everything is going to be OK and that I am going to be here for him.
"listen--" my words stuck in my throat. What do I say?
"I get it" he bitterly said and stood up
He walks to his door. I want to fix this. I don't know how.
"Timmy" I said
He turns around with rage and tears threatening to fall
"you don't care about me, Jason" he pushes me with effort though I didn't budge "you were never proud of me. I was just a sidekick to you, wasn't I? Or, Bat-kid, was a burden. You left me!" he hit me again with heavy breaths "S-so don't pretend you cared about me and just leave, again!"
His word's cut through me. I've never really felt a burning pain like this, before. I've never seen, Tim so upset, and so irrational. It turns my stomach into knots. I love him, as my own son. Now I understand everything, Bruce went through with me. The struggles I gave him. He gave me a home, food, guidance and a family. After, Bruce returned from the dead a harsh scar remained on his lower neck reminding me of his sacrifice. Tim, needs to know the truth. I hope he really does. Though he needs to hear it from me.
"yeah, well that's where you're wrong kid. For the first, fucking time, you're wrong" he shuts the door "you think I didn't give a shit about you? You think I didn't want to take you with me? That it didn't hurt Y/N and I to leave you? I wasn't going to risk failing you, Tim. It was wrong of me to think you'd..." I stammer thinking what if Tim would look at me as his mentor or maybe even a father figure? I sigh deeply continuing "look kid we both know the evidence of my past. The chances of you not turning out ok in my care is not something I was willing to risk. You were better off with, Bruce. Y/N, could have made up for what I couldn't amount to but you needed him" I scoff with a eye roll "if he could make a fucked up guy like me into something" I look to Tim's tearful eye's "he sure as hell would keep you on a better track! I did it for you, Kid. I left you and it fucking hurt us, Tim"
He rubs his nose with his hand and sniffs. I feel helpless. Should have I have taken him under my wing? I don't know. He needs space. He's hurting. He needs time to heal. I open the door I feel a tight embrace around my waist. I hear him sobbing his face up against my side. I let go of the door knob. I gently run his head not knowing what else to do. His little arm's are around me, it's not to his full strength. He's exhausted, emotionally exhausted. I know exactly how fucking agonizing that feels. To feel drained, that you're a burden to those around you. I wrap my left arm around him and use my right hand to rub his head.
He chokes on his sobs "shhhh you babybat you're OK. You got your family here. We're all here for you"
He sniffs and takes a breath "you're not fucked up"
I softly smile "you're not smart" I sarcastically stated
His breathing begins to calm down. His arm's bend from exhaustion. I move my left arm across his back and right arm across his knee-pit's lifting him up. His arms sprawled on his stomach slightly folded. I feel my heart break. He's grief-stricken. I remember crying myself to sleep almost every night after my mom overdosed. I lay him on his bed and lay the cover on him. What would, Bruce do? I gently rub his forehead. I remember when I had the flu back in my younger day's. As he falls into slumber I stand back up and shut his laptop. I leave his room step through the hall and open my bedroom door. I hear the sink running. Y/N. Exactly what I need right now. I step to my bathroom. The sink off. Y/N, turns with tears in her eye's holding a pregnancy test. My heart begins to beat fastly and my body wants to shake. I looked seeing two plus signs. She's pregnant
#Jason Todd X Reader#Jason Todd#Tim Drake#Crying#Angst#Heavy angst#Comfort#Hurt Tim Drake#Father#Son#Forgiveness#So much crying#Pregnancy test#Pregnancy
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Quieter Souls
Chakotay felt reenergized after his session using the Akuna. Some questions were answered, while other questions were raised. He was right about his necklace, yes he was right about the glow from the stone. Ironically, he realized that the glowing hue was identical to Kathryn’s eyes. Smiling to himself, he silently wished her “good night”. Crawling into bed himself, he stared at the ceiling. It seemed lighter than it should be and he thought it was odd. He dismissed it though, and rolled to his side, and fell asleep.
He was dreaming. He knew he was, but the smell of fire still made him jumpy. He was in the cargo bay, and the computer wasn’t responding to his orders. Had Kathryn lost trust in him? Had she removed his status? He turned and looked around him. Fire everywhere. It wasn’t that he had been removed, but that he was trapped, and systems were malfunctioning to stop the fire. He tried to make it to the wall to manually override the computer. As he moved there was a flash, and a massive white fireball knocked him down. The air knocked out of him, he struggled once more to his feet. He wouldn’t die like this, dream or not. Silently, he called on his spirit guide to help him. He looked around again and noticed the flames had changed. They were completely white. Burning yes, but not moving towards him. They stayed static. Not wanting to tempt fate, he began to quickly move to the wall. In front of him a shape suddenly appeared. It was approximately 5ft in stature, maybe more. Pointed ears like an Ocampa, but lanky like an elf. It was almost like a statue but had been painted. He looked at it but was more anxious to handle the flames. Making his way to the wall finally, he pulled open the panel and began redirecting the circuit power. Just when he was ready to give up, the foam shot from the walls at floor level and extinguished the flames.
As the smoke cleared, the statue remained unharmed. He walked towards it and stopped about a foot away when he heard the voice. “This is not Borg space as she thinks.” It hissed. “Beware star seeker, you shall make friend and foe here.” The voice wasn’t scary, it just caught him off guard. As soon as the voice stopped a huge rush of wind seemed to envelope the room, and the statue shattered, then dissolved. Chakotay was picked up in the wind and thrown.
With a jump, Chakotay woke to find himself on the floor in his quarters. Sweating just as if he had gone back to the Holodeck to work out, his shorts clung to his legs, and the heat from his skin radiated out. Slowly getting up, he took a deep breath. The words replayed in his head “Not Borg space, friend and foe”. Chakotay tried to shake himself of the dream and looked at the clock. 0530. Great time to get ready for work. He ate breakfast quickly and replicated coffee. Not for himself, but for her. It wasn’t much, but he would give anything to see the light back in her eyes. The necklace glowed again. As blue as Kathryn’s eyes. Smiling, Chakotay grabbed the coffee cup from the replicator, and headed out the door.
Kathryn had just passed Chakotay’s door, and he saw her rounding the corner. He carefully trotted to catch up. The light demand on his muscles making them rebel after the workout yesterday. “Kathryn!” He called to her so she would turn. As she did, his heart sped up, and he could feel the stone against his chest cooling rapidly. He could see she hadn’t slept well the night before, and he realized that it bothered him. It never had before. Or was he so dense he had never noticed it? Either way, he was sorry he had never noticed it before now. As he stepped up to her, he took her right hand in his left, and carefully set the coffee cup in her hand. “I thought you might need this before duty.” He said smiling slightly. She looked down at the cup, and back at him. “Thank you.” It was almost a whisper. A weary whisper. He walked with her in silence as she drank, and he realized the stone was colder than usual under his uniform. So cold in fact, it made goosebumps on his skin.
As they made their way onto the bridge, Chakotay felt the shift in her. No personal feelings, only work. Tom caught his eye and gave a questioning look. Chakotay smiled and shook his head, as if to say “It’s nothing.” Kathryn had settled in her chair, still cradling the coffee cup he had given her, and if someone caused her to spill it, Kathryn decided she would probably just eject them into space. She wasn’t showing it, but it touched her deeply that he had used his rations on her. As Kathryn listened to the din surrounding her, she let her mind wander to the place where she kept everything she knew about Audrey’s disappearance. The police seemed to not be willing to help, her mother was crushed, and had blamed herself, Kathryn admitted she just quit feeling after the first 30 days.
Audrey’s father, Shane had been a promising officer at the Academy. Their romance had been a whirlwind. He had turned rogue though and took up a position as a no name Maquis. Kathryn understood the Maquis cause far more than Chakotay would realize. When she found out she was pregnant, she was terrified to tell anyone. Shane found out one night after they had gone dancing, and she fell extremely ill. While being checked out by medical, the truth came to light, and he had asked her; “Is it true Katy? Are you? I mean, are we?” When she had answered in the positive, she was sure he would be enraged. Instead, he swept her up off the bed in his arms and held her tightly. It was the safest she had felt the entire time she had been pregnant. Then came the night when she was seven months 3 weeks along, when the police came to her door with the announcement that Shane was gone. She thought she had lost her soul then but carried on anyway. When Audrey was born, she struggled to find a middle name, and Shane had been adamant that the baby should have a noble, and respectable last name. So, Audrey Shane Janeway was born.
Kathryn jumped as she felt Chakotay’s light touch on her arm. She looked up at him, and knew he saw her tears and pain. Quickly, she blinked them away, as she realized Tuvok had been calling to her concerning an approaching vessel. She went through the motions and could feel Chakotay just over her left shoulder as she stood to listen and speak back to their newly found species. Curious travelers were what they were. No hostility. No war. No fighting. Several times as Chakotay would speak she caught herself looking up and slightly back at him. On purpose, she took half a step back and gently bumped into him. Then as he spoke, she studied his profile. Just looking at this man calmed her. Calmed her, alarmed her, confused her. Running her teeth across her bottom lip, she forced herself to look away from him, and back to the screen. They said their goodbyes to this new species and went on their way. As soon as the screen went back to being just darkness and stars, Kathryn made a subtle break for the Readyroom.
Chakotay watched her go. He wasn’t sure if he should follow. The words from his dream repeated. “This is not Borg space as she thinks.” With that, he handed off command to Tuvok, and followed Kathryn. She was at her desk staring at her computer when he entered. “Captain” he said, and she looked up. Emotionless. That’s how she was looking at him, and it scared him. “I need to talk to you about where we are in the quadrant.” He said, trying to illicit a reaction from her. She blinked and motioned to a chair. “Borg space.” She said as he sat. “We have been through this before.” Her tone was flat, and still emotionless. “I don’t think it’s Borg space we will be entering.” As he said that, there was a flicker in her eyes. Barely. “I am not sure what we will find here, but I doubt it will be Borg.” As he said that, Kathryn’s brow furrowed as she processed what he was saying. “Commander,” She started, as she came around the desk and stood in front of him, leaning her hip on the edge. “What do you base your findings on?” She was curious. Still guarded, still numb, but curious.
He knew how his answer would sound but he had to say it. “A dream after my meditation last night.” He repeated the dream, every part of it. Kathryn listened actively. Again, a flicker, but this time it stayed. When he was done, Kathryn was silent for a minute as she walked to the window. Turning back to face him, she said, “Commander, at this point I say we prepare for Borg—but hope for whatever your dream may mean.” Just then Seven’s voice came over their Combadges. “Captain, Commander, The readings from the probe have returned. There are no Borg in the distances tested.” Seven said in her usual, factual tone. “Very well, Seven, thank you for letting us know. Please ready the probes again to be used in the next couple of days after their data has been loaded into our records.” Chakotay said as he watched Kathryn.
She looked like if she stood still long enough, she would sleep standing up. There was about five feet between them. Kathryn felt as if it could have been a hundred. Chakotay stayed where he was, not wanting to rush or frighten Kathryn. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to smell the intoxicating soap she used, to feel her weight against him. She looked back at him, and then back out the window. He shifted and began to stand. Before he was all the way up she was in front of him. He raised his eyebrows, letting her make the first move. Her gaze said it all. She was tired, hurt, confused, scared, and underneath it all, she trusted him. She reached out her arms to him, and he quickly pulled her to him, kissing her forehead as she let out a sigh. He coaxed her into taking a nap on the couch in her office. Promising her if anything major happened he would wake her. He stayed until she fell asleep. He started to leave, instead he walked to her, kissed her forehead, and sat back down in the chair he had been in, kicked his legs out, leaned back and took a nap along side his Captain. Along side Kathryn.
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Heat | pt.1
Pairing: Yoongi x Hoseok // Suga x Jhope // Yoonseok
Genre: Hybrid!au, fluff, smut (later, possibly in later parts)
Words: 9.1k+ (sorry if I messed up words, I didn’t proof read)
Warning: story of abuse, swear words, violence, loneliness, just a whole lotta shit
Notes: This will be my first kind of mini-story on here on here. I hope that it’s good cause I’m not good with words. I just wanted to make a hybrid story for a while so I’m excited. Let’s go on.
Backstory: It’s been maybe 5 months since Hoseok had found Yoongi in an alleyway, naked, bruised, beaten, bloody, and used. Hoseok found him because the poor Panther hybrid was mewling, he cautiously stepped up to Yoongi to help him out. At first, Yoongi hissed at him, threatening him, he couldn’t trust anyone. Not after how his previous owners treated him. He thought of all rich people as scum, he hated the fact that he was only used for sexual desires and treated like shit afterwards, he hated his life. That was until at least Hoseok came to save him from his miserable life.
“Please don’t be afraid of me, I just want to help you, you’re severely harmed. please let me–”
“Don’t touch me, I don’t want be around another disgusting wealthy scum. I’d rather die”, the raven black head scowled towards the orange-haired male.
His words hurt Hoseok deeply, if anything, he felt as if he could relate with him. Hoseok came from a selfish rich family that were too spoiled, they didn’t really give him a good childhood, he wasn’t interested in the amount of money he had or what his family name was stood as. He just wanted someone to be there, to talk to, to care for. He hated his life too. Being locked up in his mansion with nothing to do, doesn’t even go see his family or gatherings because he knew that if he did, they’d probably force him to carry on his family’s bullshit legacy. he didn’t want that, he wanted to be known as himself.
“Whatever you think I am, I’m not. I’m sorry that they have left a bad impression on people like me. If anything I hate us too, but I’m different, I promise. I’m not leaving you here for dead because if I do, I’ll feel shitty and–”
“Shut up, you talk too much”, the feline mumbled, “just leave me alone”
After 5 or so minutes of Hoseok pleading the hybrid to come home, the hybrid sighed and gave in. Hoseok couldn’t lie with his emotions, he felt as if the Panther hybrid warmed up to him. In reality, he just wanted the orange-haired male to be quiet.
Once they stepped into Hoseok’s mansion, his butler, Seokjin, furrowed his eyebrows as to what was happening.
“Seokjin, please clean him up and tend to his wounds, get him a fresh pair of clothes and food to eat”, Hoseok ordered him, ‘I don’t think he’s eaten in a few days”
“Yes Mr. Jung”,Seokjin bowed before helping the hybrid to the bathroom.
Immediately, Hoseok called over Namjoon, an all-around hybrid doctor to come and inspect the poor feline.
“You found him where?”
“In an alleyway, next to a dumpster. He’s covered in cuts and bruises, I don’t know if he’s malnourished or how long he’s been out there but I brought him over to my house, Jin is cleaning him up.”
Namjoon deeply sighed, “I don’t understand humans these days. I’ll be over in 10 or so minutes, just be careful of any fractures or anything.”
Hoseok waited and waited, foot tapping lightly against the floor. 10 minutes sure felt like forever, neither Namjoon or the feline had come yet. Jesus, he didn’t even ask him for his name, he felt even more shitty. Eventually, the doorbell rung and Hoseok calmed down. he opened the door to see his friend since childhood. Namjoon was one of the people he could trust, he too hated the fact that he was brought up into a shitty wealthy family, didn’t so much care about money, just friends and helping others.
“So, where is he?”, Namjoon looked around
“To be frank, I don–”
“Mister Jung, I’ve prepped him up well, Shall I prepare the food?”
“Not yet, if he’s malnourished, then he’ll need something light. If not, then anything is fine”, Namjoon told the light pink haired man, Seokjin bowed and went to go retrieve the hybrid. Seokjin carefully brought him into the living room and sat him on a chair. He wore a black shirt with black sweatpants and some slippers, his hair was dried and fell onto his eyes loosely. “Poor thing”
Namjoon took a seat right in front of the hunched over feline, his ears flat on his head while his tail flicked agitatedly, Hoseok took a seat right next to him. “Is it okay if I ask you some questions?”
He nodded
“What’s your name?”
“Min Yoongi”
“Age?”
“23″
“Birthday?
“March 9th, 1993″
“How long has it been since you left your previous owners?”
“About 3 days”
“I’m guessing they rarely fed you, may I ask why?”
“They wanted to make sure I was in perfect shape, if they saw any ounce of baby fat, they wouldn’t feed me for 2 weeks. But since they still wanted me alive, they’d give me porridge or bread and water”
“And they used you for only sexual desires?”
“…yes”
“Why did they beat you?”
“I was too weak to even move and I guess I gained 1kg, they beat me because of that. They didn’t stop for at least an hour. The only way I escaped was because they didn’t get to lock the chains on me tight enough so my hand just slipped through”
The whole time Hoseok was hearing this, he felt enraged, he wanted to find the owners and give them a piece of his mind but he didn't want to cause even more trouble. Namjoon was writing down stuff on the clip board he had out in his hand.
“Can I examine you? I need a blood sample and things like that to make sure everything is fine.”
He nodded.
“Please lift your shirt up”, Yoongi sat still for a moment before standing up, reaching for the hem on his shirt to pull it up above his collarbones, the sight made Hoseok want to punch the wall. He didn’t really get to see Yoongi’s body considering that it was dark in the alleyway, Yoongi’s ribs were slightly showing whilst being decorated with black, blue, and purple bruises. He had some faint scars were slashed on his lower back, Hoseok knew that hybrids can heal themselves but seeing the state he was in, they were still irritated because of how weak he was. Namjoon told him to sit back down, he examined his legs next, if anything, they looked worse than his torso. It’s like they wanted to break his legs. He gently applied pressure to see if he felt fractures, but he also made sure to look at Yoongi’s reaction to them. He saw that he winced slightly to a certain area.
“From what I can see, you’re a Panther but besides from that, he has no fractures, he just has some bruises and scars that will eventually heal by itself in a few days. Now I just need a pulse check, some blood, and some other personal stuff.”
“Personal like?”, Yoongi raised his head for the first time yet, he had a cut on his lip and a bandage on his cheek.
“It’s a normal hybrid check. To check your urethra, sperm sample, and prostate. If you don’t want to do any of those now, we can do them at the clinic tomorrow. It’s up to you”, Namjoon reassured him
“I don’t like clinics”, Yoongi paused for a minute, “do you have the stuff?”
“I have everything prepared”, Namjoon smiled, Yoongi just nodded again.
As Namjoon put gloves on, sterilizing his inner elbow for the needle to draw blood right after. Hoseok walked over to Seokjin, “prepare him some thin soup, and light sandwiches, get him some water as well. While the soup is cooking, fix up the guest room for him”
“I’ll see right to it Mister Jung”
“Just call me Hoseok, we’ve known each other for awhile now”
“Yes, Hoseok”, Jin bowed before leaving to the kitchen
Hoseok sat back next to Namjoon, who had just finished drawing Yoongi’s blood, he rubbed his head a little, making Yoongi sigh contently. Namjoon went to the briefcase and pulled a needle filled with strange red liquid.
“What’s that?”, Hoseok and Yoongi asked in unison
“It’s an aphrodisiac called Dionysos. It’s developed for cat hybrids, it can last a few hours. It’s made to make them really sensitive whether you’re using it for sexual reasons or punishment. In this case, I’m only using it for the personal reasons.”, he explained while sterilizing Yoongi’s upper right shoulder, “the effect should happen within 30 seconds”. He was about to inject it but stopped to ask a question. “Yoongi, when was your last heat?”
“A few days before I was beaten”, he mumbled
“Oh, you’re next heat will probably be in 5 months then”, Yoongi nodded, Namjoon finally injected him with the Dionysos.
“What’s a heat?”, Hoseok questioned the doctor
“Basically all hybrids get it, depending on what hybrid they are depends on the months. Since he’s a rare type of hybrid, his come every 5 months. Heat is when basically all of their hormones decide to act up, making them really aroused. it’s usually satisfied through sexual intercourse but if hybrids don’t want to, there are supplements to make it go away.”
An “o” shaped formed Hoseok’s lips, but was quickly caught off-guard when he saw Yoongi begin to pant lightly and purr. His purr sounded so angelic. Namjoon lifted Yoongi’s hair away from his face and shined a light in front of his eyes before letting his hair back down.
“His pupils are dilated and he started to purr, meaning that it’s working. Yoongi, should I start the urethra check?”, Yoongi gripped the chair and started swaying his right leg before nodding. His tail started swaying itself and his ears were pointed.
“I should probably leave the room”, Hoseok got up and went up to his room, he felt as if he was about to explode out of embarrassment. He didn’t understand why he was feeling this way, he tried to shake the feeling by going on the computer and searching more about hybrids considering he didn't know a lot about them.
He always knew that hybrids were meant for only sexual activities because they have more stamina than human and go on for hours without stopping but he didn’t expect for the owners to be such jackasses. But then again, rich people were the only ones who could really afford them. Hoseok remembered when he was offered a hybrid at 15, he never understood why but he does remember the face on the poor creature. They looked so miserable, their eyes said it all. He never understood why people felt the need to capture them and use them for their sexual preferences. His dad was like that after his biological mother passed, he did marry someone else, who Hoseok despised, but its like he never payed attention to her. He just used the hybrids, but his step mother didn’t care much either. If money was involved, then that’s all she would care about, she was like every other stubborn rich person.
Hoseok rolled his eyes at the thoughts, returning to the research about hybrids. But all he could find so far was how to basically make them so sensitive for your sexual desires. Of course Hoseok wasn’t worrying about that, even if hybrids are part animal, they still are human. Luckily, he found something about how to treat them with care, it wasn’t anything different from an actual pet, which should’ve been obvious in the first place to Hoseok. 10 minutes passed and Seokjin knocked on the door.
“Come in”, Seokjin quietly stepped in, he always had his shirt that was buttoned down and tucked neatly in his black slacks, a long tail coat, and white gloves with polished black shoes.
“Hoseok, Dr. Kim is about to head out, should I let him out or would you like to?”
“I’ll do it. Is Yoongi’s room prepped?”
“Yes, he’s also eating right now. He’s very malnourished so we have to be very careful with the food that we give him, Dr. Kim will tell you the rest”
“Thanks you for all your help Seokjin. You may take your leave until I see you Monday”
‘‘Thank you Mister Jung”, Seokjin bowed before closing the door behind him
“I told him to call me Hoseok”, Hoseok shook his head, he got off his bed and jogged his way downstairs, he saw his friend packing up all his supplies in his briefcase, “anything I should know?”
“His urethra is unblocked so he’s healthy from what I can see so far. He’s very sensitive when you play with him, like his nipples for example, the slightest touch makes him purr but that could just be the aphrodisiac in his system. He’s very malnourished so be careful when giving him food, you have to give him little bits at at time, nothing to heavy. His pulse rate is normal so don’t worry about that. The aphrodisiac is his system will wear off in about 4-5 hours, just give it time”, he listed, the new information filled Hoseok’s head, “that’s basically it. I have to check his sperm and blood tests back at the clinic to see if there’s anything wrong with him. It will takes a day or 2 so I’ll inform you when the time comes”, Namjoon finished packing up his briefcase and let out a light sigh, “and if you would like anymore of the aphrodisiac, just contact me”
“I don’t think I would need it right now but thanks”, Hoseok awkwardly chuckled, fumbling his fingers as he walked to the door to lead his friend out, exchanging goodbyes.
It took Seokjin 5 minutes after to start to head home himself, giving Hoseok a small smile before stepping out. The house was quiet, it was already quiet before but it’s just…silent. He walked over to the dining room to Yoongi busy eating his soup and light sandwiches that Jin had made him. The orange-haired man took a seat across from him, staring at him. Yoongi didn’t seem bothered at first but then he noticed that he was still staring at him after a minute has passed. his ears flattened and tail flicked agitatedly.
Yoongi looked up at his thought his hair in front of his eyes,”what?”
“Is the soup and sandwiches good?”
“Yes, is that why you came over here?
“No, I just wanted to check on you”, Hoseok smiled, suddenly he let his hand touch his Yoongi’s neck, making him stiffen, “warm”, he said before removing it.
“Cause of that damn needle with the red stuff, it’s making me feel all weird”
“It’ll be over in 4-5 hours, you’ll be alright”
Yoongi just nodded, continuing to eat his soup and sandwiches.
However, there was this burning question in him that was desired to be answered. Yoongi stopped eating and looked up at Hoseok through his hair, he saw that Hoseok was staring right back at him.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did you save me? Why do you care? What’s your intention?”
Hoseok became agitated by his questions but answered away with a smile on his face. “If I left you to die next to a dumpster, then i’d hate myself more than i do now. I wasn’t going to leave you there and be another one of those ‘rich people’ that you despise so much. If anything, I’m not like that, i’ve never even had a hybrid before. I’m sorry as to what your owners did to you but I’m not anything like that. It’s just that when I saw you, I saw how vulnerable and weak and miserable you looked and it reflected the same way I am. My only intention was to help you, you can leave at anytime that you wanted to. But can I ask why they beat you?“
Yoongi rolled his eyes before speaking, "they wanted a hybrid that would satisfy their needs so that hybrid needed to fit their needs. Meaning that I needed to be petite enough for them so that I seemed vulnerable enough under them. They would make sure I ate very little to maintain my figure but when they did give me food, it would be a small bowl of porridge with bread. If I did everything right that pleased them, then I’d get cinnamon in my porridge. But if it looked like I gained any type of weight or baby fat, they would beat me and chain me to my cell with nothing to eat for 2-3 weeks. But 3 days ago when they asked me to…you know…I wasn’t able to because of the state I was in. I couldn’t even walk for fuck’s sake. They thought I wasn’t listening to them so they beat me for disobeying them and not listening to their rules. They made the body guards throw me back in the cell and chain me up again. I only escaped because I guess the body guards didn’t chain me up well enough.”
“So when they arent able to use you, who do they go to?”
"They use my best friend Jimin, a Jaguar hybrid. He does everything they say because he was trained before in another area. But he’s going through the same thing I am, probably not as bad but still bad. They probably think he helped me escape, I should’ve thought this through. This was all a waste of time, you do realize that right?”
“How?”, Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows at the Raven headed hybrid.
“My owners probably sent people out to look for me. What you did was a waste of time, when they do find me, they’re going to bring me back to my owners and either kill me or beat me more, maybe even worse. But that’s not if i beat them to it. I wouldn’t be surprised with any outcome. You should’ve just left me to die, I was close to dying anyway” He heard Hoseok laugh and looked up at him, confused as to why he was acting like this.
“Yoongi, did you question as to why I made Namjoon do all those checks on you?”
“I did but I brushed it off”
“Well, to make this long story short, I’m planning on buying you from your owners”, he finally saw Yoongi’s eyes when his hair moved out of the way. His eyes were sunken and dark, it made Hoseok sad again, “And now since you mentioned your friend Jimin, I might as well get him too, what do you think? Too fast?”
“And how am I to trust you? I barely even know you and your telling me that you’re going to b-“
“Did I harm you in any way, shape, or form?”
No but t-“
“Did I give you food? A bed? Made a doctor come check if you’re okay?”
“Yes…”, Yoongi deeply sighed
“Then I don’t see what the problem is”
“The problem is that I don’t know whether to trust you or not. Last time I trusted someone, I got severely abused”
“You’ll see how life will be in a few days, even if I’m buying you, you’ll be living life as free as you wanted it to be from the start. I won’t stop you from the freedom that you wanted. I just want to take you away from them”
“….Fine…I’ll accept it…your offer”
“Really?!”, Hoseok felt the weight on his shoulders fall off, he was happy dancing in his mind but stayed calm outside.
“Yes, but they might plan on killing you after they accept your money. Last time that happened to someone who tried to by me.”
“Oh don’t worry about that. I just need the name of your owners. I’ll take care of the rest to make sure I’m not dead”, Hoseok winked at the feline, he got up from the table and took the empty bowl from Yoongi and went to the kitchen to put it in the sink. When he returned, he saw Yoongi trying to walk away from the table but limping with every step he took. Hoseok rushed and helped him by placing Yoongi’s arm around his neck.
“You’re too nice, I can do it by myself.”, Yoongi scowled at him, Hoseok just brushed it off and helped him to the guest room. He placed Yoongi on the bed, slowly, and took off his slippers.
“Get some rest now”, Hoseok spoke sweetly to him before walking over to the door, shutting off the light. Once Hoseok left the room, he quickly went to his room to retrieve his telephone, he dialed a number fast and impatiently waited for the other side of the line to pick up
“Hello”, the other voice spoke, that signature deep voice
“Hey Taehyung, I have a request for you, I need you to come with me somewhere to a hybrid’s owner’s house”
“And who will I be killing Mr. Jung?”
“I’ll tell you when you come and if it’s necessary. It’s only necessary if they try to kill me or if their people try to”
“Understood, but if nothing happened?”
“If nothing happens, you will still get payed”
“Understood, have a nice night Mister Jung”
“You too Taehyung”, he sent a farewell before he ended the call. If anything, he hopes nothing gets to hectic.
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“Jungkook, you have a big job to do today”, Hoseok clapped his hands whilst walking down the stairs, he seemed to be in such a good mood.
“And what will that be Hoseok?”, the body guard bowed by the door, “you had called me on my day off so I feel that it will be very important”
“I’m going to be off on a very important errand which could lead to something dangerous”
“Shouldn't I go then?”, the deep brown haired male looked worried
“I have Taehyung with me just in case, it’s way too dangerous and plus, It’s for a hybrid thing.”
“Understood, what’s my job?”
‘I need you to protect Yoongi, he’s in the guest room on this floor. He’s a Panther hybrid and from what I’ve seen, he’s very anti-social. I’m consulting with his owners today to take in him and his friend Jimin who’s a jaguar hybrid.”
“I’ll make sure to take good care of him. But if I may ask, why would you need Taehyung if you’re buying 2 hybrids off of the owners?”
“I was told that these owners of his are scammers, if someone wants to buy them, they set a price. when they are given that amount of money, they set out their assassins or body guards to kill the people who wanted to buy them and keep their money. If this does happen, Taehyung will take care of it. Not that big of a deal.”
“I mean, it’s a big deal considering you need your personal assassin”
“It’s fine, I’ll be okay. If you excuse me, I need to check on Yoongi to make sure he’s okay. you know how to cook right?”
“A little”
“Well, in case you aren't capable. There’s some soup in the fridge, heat it up for him and give him light sandwiches and water. Namjoon said he’s very malnourished.”
“I understand”, Jungkook bowed again before putting his stuff on the coat rack next to him.
Hoseok walked off to the guest room that Yoongi was sleeping in only to see him sitting up, staring at the wall in front of him, “hey Yoongi”
Yoongi turned his head to look at him, his hair still in the way of his eyes, “hi”
“I don’t understand how you can see me through that hair in your eyes”, Hoseok huffed, he walked over to the dresser next to Yoongi and retrieved a hair band. He gestured Yoongi to lean his head down, which he complied to, putting it on his head so that it pushed his hair back, it revealed his forehead but what caught his eyes were his dark brown eyes,”better”. Yoongi looked at him and started moving his thighs together, his tail whipped behind him which made Hoseok raise an eyebrow, “is everything okay? Did the aphrodisiac wear off?”
“Mhm, it just hurts”, Yoongi winced at the pain he was feeling.
“What? Where is it? Is it the headband? I’m sorry”, Hoseok was too oblivious to realize.
“It’s not the headband”
“Is it your bruises? Should I call Namjoon?”
“It’s not the bruises either”
“Then what is it? Is it inside? Am I not feeding you enough? I knew I should’ve given you a second bowl”, Hoseok pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling like he was growing a headache until he saw the shuffling underneath the sheets again, he suddenly became curious. “Can I take a look? Maybe you found a fracture”
Yoongi only nodded, looking away, Hoseok slowly pulled the blanket off of the hybrid’s legs to only reveal his hard on pressed against the sweatpants he was wearing. Hoseok was left wide eyed as he put it back over him and stood up from the bed, ‘wow, I am so sorry- this is- um, wow. Well, I don’t k-know what to do so I’m going to call Namjoon. Just um…s-stay there”
Hoseok left the room faster than you could blink, he was too flustered at the moment. He couldn’t leave Yoongi hurting and Taehyung had to come any minute now. He tripped up the stairs to his room and grabbed the phone. His fingers fumbled as he dialed Namjoon’s number.
“Hello, how may I he-”
“Yoongi is hurting”
“How? He has no fractures, is his bruises getting worse, are you feeding him?”
“Not that type of hurting, I know for a fact that the aphrodisiac wore off but like”, Hoseok took a deep breath, “he’s erect”, Hoseok whispered, “what the hell do I do?”
“Well, considering that hybrids are used for sexual desires, they also receive some kind of pleasure from it. Since he hasn’t been used for the past 3 days, he becomes needy and needs to be milked”
“Milked?! He has udders?!”
“No you moron, do your research next time. Him needing to be milked means that you need to get him off until he is tired. Another way to do this is giving him a sex toy to help him if you can’t”
“I don’t have any sex toys”
“Then I advise you help him, make sure he isn’t wearing anything that’s restricting him. Underwear is fine because it’s breathable but anything like pants can start to hurt him. before you ask, no this doesn’t happen all the time, it only happens when a hybrid has sex and isn’t touched a few days after. But that doesn’t mean that they don’t need to get milked from time to time. They need it once every 2 months. If his heat wasn’t tamed then it’s once every 2 weeks for a month. this is why I recommend a sex toy to be given to them.”
“But I need to go somewhere in a few minutes”
“I advise you do it now then, I have another call. Talk to you later about the analysis”
“Wait, Namjoon-”, the line disconnected and Hoseok let out a deep breath. He inhaled sharply before putting the phone back and heading back down to Yoongi’s room. The sight before him made him lose his thoughts, Yoongi was slowly grinding up against the silk pillow underneath him, he was pawing what was visible and purring softly. When he was Hoseok by the door, he didn’t stop, instead he bit his bottom lip. “Um N-Namjoon said I have take off your pants. Not like that but- you know. He didn’t really specifically say me but–anyway. I’m just going to do it”
Hoseok walked up to the Panther and laid him down softly on the bed, his hands swiftly trailed down to the hem on the feline’s sweatpants. He was hesitant to do it, his fingers just stayed hooked around it. He’s acting like this was his first time, he had sex before but he doesn’t know why he was feeling so weird.
“Can you continue please?”, Yoongi shyly asked, “it hurts and I kinda want this done with”
“Yeah..yeah sorry”, he tugged the pants off of him and dropped it off the floor, he saw a clear outline of the feline’s hard on, pre-cum stained through his underwear. Again, he froze for second but came back to reality after he saw Yoongi move. Hoseok stood up and walked by the door, “I’m sorry, I can’t do this. I have to meet your owners now. If you don’t mind, can I make my body guard do it. I assigned him to take care of you until I had come back from your owners. I promise to help you out next time. Is that okay?”
“Yes, anything that will make it go away”, he sat up on the bed, grabbing the pillow he was grinding on earlier and bringing it closer to him.
“Great”, he wiped his sweaty hands on the sides of his pants, “I’ll go get him”
Hoseok felt as if he was going to die from cardiac arrest if he didn’t leave that room. “Hoseok, Taehyung is here”, Jungkook announced, Taehyung stood by the door with an expressionless face, his hair is dyed blonde now rather than last time. It fit him.
“Oh thank god”, he huffed, putting his jacket on that was on the table, “Jungkook, I added something to your assignment”
“And what will that be?”
“I need you to milk him, doctor’s orders”
“Um…okay?”, Jungkook was in for an adventure.
Hoseok and Taehyung walked outside to the car, “what’s the name and address of the owners?”, Taehyung asked as he hopped in the driver’s seat, Hoseok taking the passenger”
“They’re known as the Yoon’s, Yoon Dong and Yoon Moon-soo, they’re brothers. They came from a noble family but became rich through their step-father. Apparently, he’s owns the biggest chocolate factory, sad really. Here’s their address”, after Hoseok handed Taehyung the address, Taehyung had driven off. The car ride was so quiet considering that Taehyung barely talked.
Hoseok had known Taehyung during his early teen years, he was thirteen and Tae was ten. Taehyung had broken into Hoseok’s house whilst his family was sleeping. Luckily, Hoseok was up because he couldn’t really go to sleep, when he heard the noise, Hoseok immediately reacted by grabbing a bat. He saw that someone was in his living room, he was about to knock Taehyung aside the head but the young boy at the time place a gun right in-between his eyes. He was brought up to be a child assassin, a group of people found him in some den when he was a baby and raised him to become a criminal. Eventually, Taehyung spared him and left his house only to see each other two years later in the same situation. They made a truce and became friends afterwards. Taehyung somewhat stopped his assassinations but only works under Hoseok’s orders, only if Hoseok needs him.
“So, did you get a girlfriend? Boyfriend? Anyone?”
“No”. Taehyung said bluntly
“How come you always seem so down? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Serious?”
“Very.”
“You’re no fun, you never keep up a conversation. Crack some jokes”
“No”
“Fine, what do you do these days? Anything for fun”
“I work and sleep until I get a call from you which is like, once in a blue moon. and things for fun? I sleep”
“Jesus, that’s depressing”
“How? It’s fun”
“Come with me, you live by yourself, don’t you want company?”
“No, you have too many people in your house, plus a hybrid. I’m not all about big crowds.”
“Hey, Jungkook and Jin only come for 5 days a week. Jungkook only had to come today to make sure Yoongi had all his stuff sorted out. He’s very malnourished”
“Still, no thanks”
“Come on”, Hoseok whined, “just think about it at least”
“I don’t wan-”
“I’ll pay you extra”
“So I’m going to be there tomorrow”
“Wow, all I needed to do was add more money. This isn’t friendship Taehyung. This is bribery”
“I was just joking”, which made Hoseok’s eyes light up, both because he was joking for the first time and because he had hope, “doesn’t mean I’m actually moving in tomorrow”, the smile on Hoseok’s face fell. “I’ll think about it”
The car ride took 20 minutes to reach the house of the owners, Hoseok made Taehyung get on with his assassination routine as Hoseok walk up to the brothers’ door. He took a deep breath in before knocking on the door. An old butler opened the door, he looked stingy himself but gave good attitude for someone who looks like he hates his life
“Good evening sir, how may I assist you?”, he looked about 60-70, he should be in a retirement home, not a butler
“Good evening, I’m here to have a talk with both of the Yoon brothers”, the old man raised his gray sharp eyebrow up with a concerned look,”oh sorry, my name is Jung Hoseok. I’m sure you’ve heard ‘J&M corporations” before, you look wise”
“Well, Mister Jung, they are not here at the moment-”
“Yes they are, I know they are. Let me in, no one would just leave the butler home.”, the old man scoffed and opened the door so that Hoseok could walk in, he gave the butler a small smile as he did.
“They are in the living room to the right of you, you should see the opening”
Hoseok walked down the hallway, he saw candles lit in the living room as he walked closer and closer to it. Suddenly he heard small mewls as he approached it. He pushed the purple see-though linen curtains, there was one of the brothers on a chair that looked like a throne whilst the other brother was standing infront of something, someone. Suddenly he remembered…
“Hyong-kim I remember telling you t- who are you?”, the brother on the chair looked up from his phone and at Hoseok, looking cautious
“Who is it Dong?”, the other brother grunted, who Hoseok was guessing was Moon
“I mean no harm, I just want to chat”, Hoseok put his arms up in defense before putting them back down, “all I have is 2 requests, the faster we get them down, the faster no trouble will be started”, Hoseok grabbed a chair and placed it right in front of the curtain so that he was in the middle. Moon moved back away from the person and zipped his pants up, it was a hybrid. He dropped on his palms and panted, chains around his wrists and naked, gray hair messed up and just wrecked, it made Hoseok’s blood boil. He understands the purpose of hybrids but he doesn’t understand why they are treated like shit, they’re living beings too. The hybrid locked eyes with Hoseok for a split second before moving to a corner in the room.
“What do you want to ‘chat’ about?”, Moon spat out
“Well, I found something that belonged to you, the both of you actually. Right now, it-sorry, he, is getting very well treated at my house right now. He’s very malnourished and skinny, bruised and traumatized, just how you would like him right?”, Hoseok looked at both of the brothers, who furrowed their eyebrows, their eyes angry, “there you go, you know exactly who I’m talking about.”
“Well sir, I don't appreciate how you have come to our house unannounced, claiming that we beat our precious Yoongi-”, Dong started but Hoseok quickly shut him up, from the side of his eye, he saw the hybrid shoot his eyes up at Hoseok
“Don’t play fucking dumb with me you ignorant scum, I already know that the poor hybrid over there is Jimin. Yoongi told me everything about you two, and Jimin”, Hoseok looked at the feline, “he’s sorry for leaving you but don’t worry, you’ll see him again”
“Damn right he’ll see him again because you’re bringing him straight to us-”
“No I’m not, so sit down and shut up”, Hoseok snapped at him, “I’ve come to make 2 deals”
“Jimin, come over here”, Moon called out, Jimin winced and started to crawl slowly, he was in so much pain, “hurry!”
“Maybe if you give him time to reach to you, he would be there by now but since you beat him and barely feed him, he’s doing the best he can so wait”, Moon rolled his eyes waited impatiently for Jimin to come over to him. He placed his hand on his head and started petting him. Jimin looked down at the ground at his hands.
“Well go on” Dong hurried Hoseok
“First deal, I want to buy both Yoongi and Jimin off of you two”, Hoseok leaned back in the chair, “name your price and I’ll pay it”
“As if you could afford both of them, you might as well run along home”, Dong-geun laughed
“You want these wretched hybrids”, Moon grabbed Jimin by the hair and pulled him closer to him, “these good for nothing sluts”, he threw Jimin on the floor, Hoseok tried to maintain his cool but he was about to signal Taehyung to kill them both, “I should be calling the cops right now”
Hoseok just smiled, then he started laughing, “you guys are jokes you know that? You can’t even compete with me. Your father owns a chocolate factory for god’s sake”, Hoseok almost fell out his chair until his smile wiped off his face, “My father owns ‘J&M corporations’, my step-mother owns restaurants you’ve never even been to, my uncle on my father’s side owns many police stations and my aunt on my step-mothers side owns hybrid-protection centers. If none of these rung a bell yet, I’m the son of the most wealthiest man in this country. I can buy this house, demolish it, and write you up for abusing a hybrid. Hell, I make your father’s little company look like the little bread you give these poor creatures. So I advise you hand these hybrids over. Like I said, not looking to start trouble”
“Moon….it’s true, I just searched it up. His name is Jung Hoseok”, Dong looked at his brother with wide eyes and a jaw drop, Moon looked frustrated as if he wanted to scream
“In the flesh”, Hoseok smiled, “now how much? $50 million? $30 billion? How about $30 billion? I know that this might seem like so much to you but this is like $15″, the two brothers looked speechless, flabbergasted at most. All rich people do is care about money
“Deal, take him”, Dong stood up, “we can always buy new on-
“That’s the other side of the deal. I don’t want you two to ever purchase anymore hybrids ever again. Go on and get actual people. If you do, I’ll throw in an extra $10 million”, Hoseok offered, “and just to make sure you don’t go back on your words, I contacted my aunt to tell every hybrid shelter to keep you out. Whether overseas or here so either way, you’re practically getting that $10 million for free”, He took an ‘Owner-retirement contract’ that Namjoon had given him the day he came to check on Yoongi, “now if you don’t mind, I’d like you to sign where you see the ‘x’
The brothers shut up and snatched the paper out of Hoseok’s hand, getting a pen from the table, Hoseok walked over to Jimin and placed his coat over the cautious creature, “it’s okay, I don’t bite”, Hoseok turned to the youngest brother, Moon, “key please”
He tossed Hoseok the key to unlock the shackles off of the leopard hybrid, he generously pet him and helped him walk towards the curtain, Dong handed Hoseok back the paper, “when will we get our money?”
“Two days from now, my butler will drop it off”, Hoseok started heading out for the door until something started to tingle in his body, “oh and I heard that last time someone tried to buy your hybrids, your people killed the person so if you try that, I had brought my assassin with me and to prove it”, Hoseok stomped his foot on the ground twice when suddenly a shot went through their window and hit the floor, making the brothers and Jimin jump, “that was just the warning sign, so unless you two don’t want to end up dead, I advise you stop while you are at it”
Hoseok walked out of the living room and down the hall with Jimin who was trying his best to walk, instead of letting him walk, he got on one knee and let Jimin get on his back, feeling Jimin’s dick on his back but that wasn’t the point. The butler looked bewildered as he looked at Hoseok carrying the hybrid on his back. Carefully, he walked to the car and sat in the backseat with Jimin, Taehyung was right behind him and entered the drivers seat. Quickly, Taehyung drove off and made the way back to Hoseok’s house.
“Taehyung, I’m going to need you to follow Jin monday to drop off the money to give to them, just in case”
“Understood”, Taehyung nodded
Hoseok turned to the scared hybrid next to him, “hey, hey, it’s okay, I promise I won’t hurt you. You’ll be reunited with Yoongi soon, I heard you two are best friends”
Jimin nodded, he held onto Hoseok’s jacket like his life depended on it.
“You can rest now, when you wake up, you’ll be experiencing freedom once we arrive at my house.”, he petted the feline once more, the feline nodded again and curled up on the backseat.
Hoseok felt so giddy and happy, he’s actually doing something with his life, he feels like a new chapter has opened in his life after feeling so useless. He honestly couldn’t wait until he had gotten home though, even thought the day had just started, he was so tired.
30 minutes flew by fast and Taehyung had dropped Hoseok and Jimin off at the house, Taehyung made sure everything was okay before driving off back to his home. Kicking the door woke up Jimin ,who was on his back again. The door quickly opened and the sight of Jungkook made him want to burst out laughing. His hair was a mess, sleeves rolled up and he looked drained.
“Oh thank god you’re here, he wouldn’t stop for a damn hour. It just kept coming out and I thought it would never end but it did 10 minutes ago. Right now, he’s eating the soup you told me to warm up in the dining room.”, Jungkook spoke fast, “I’ll be heading home now, I need to shower for like 2 hours, my arms are so god damn sore”, he walked past Hoseok, “I’ll see you Monday”, he mumbled as he went to his car.
Hoseok chuckled and walked in, kicking the door behind him closed. He walked to the dining room and saw Yoongi’s back to him, “hey Yoongi, guess who I brought?”
Yoongi turned around and basically flipped over the table with how fast he got up, “Jimin”.
Hoseok placed him in the chair across from Yoongi, “I have to call Namjoon for another check up and to take the papers, you both are officially mine except more free”, Hoseok reassured them, what he didn’t expect was Yoongi to come up to him and hug him, it shocked Hoseok but he calmly wrapped his arms around Yoongi, petting him, as much as Hoseok wanted to continue hugging him, he really had to make that call so he broke the hug. “Please give him soup for the meanwhile”, Yoongi nodded and went straight to Jimin.
He went upstairs to retrieve his phone and dialed Namjoon’s job’s phone number
“Hello, this is Dr. Kim, how may I–”
“Namjoon, get your ass over here, I got permission from both of the owners and I need you to run another test on another hybrid, he’s Yoongi’s best friend and I bought him too. So get your ass out that seat of yours.”
“I’ll be over in 20 minutes, is he eating anything?”
“Let me check”, Hoseok went down the stairs to check on the two felines, Yoongi sat on the table in front of Jimin with the bowl in his hand, he was feeding Jimin himself.
Jesus, why did they have to be so cute?
“Yes, Yoongi is feeding him right now. Just come now!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming, calm down!”
“So far he’s alright, he’s not as malnourished as Yoongi but be careful either way. He can eat things like sausages and eggs, but don’t just give him things like heavy meat or something that takes a while to digest. After today, you can start giving Yoongi some sausages and eggs, just take time. Give it a week or so and then build up”, Namjoon informed Hoseok while packing up his briefcase, “oh and he’s going to have to milked as well in 2-3 days. Panthers and Jaguars are in the the same family tree so they both get their heat around the same time and I’m guessing he wasn’t used well considering how he acted with the aphrodisiac, get the both of them sex toys”
“Yeah…I’m going to have to, huh?”, Hoseok rubbed the back of his neck, Namjoon just nodded before walking towards the door.
“The tests for Yoongi is going to come in 2 days, I just have to run the analysis for Jimin now”, Namjoon raised his hand, “see you” and left the house, Hoseok walked to lock the door. When he turned around, he saw Jimin rubbing against Yoongi and purred, Hoseok’s heart warmed up at the side.
“Jimin, are you able to take a shower or do you need me to help you?”, Hoseok walked up to the two felines, they looked so small
“I think I’m able to do it, thank you”, he sat up on the couch and purred, still having the aphrodisiac in his system, “can you just tell me where it is?”
“It’s down the hall by the staircase, first door on the left”, Jimin sweetly nodded and stood up, the jacket falling off of him, showing his naked body. Hoseok got flustered again and looked away until he felt someone’s arms wrapped around his torso…and something on his thigh, “thank you Mister Jung”
“P-Please just call me Hoseok”, he patted Jimin’s back before the silver haired Jaguar walked to the bathroom, “he’s very adorable”, Hoseok tried to make light conversation, Yoongi wasn't laughing so he just changed the subject, “can I ask a serious question?”
“Go ahead”, Yoongi stretched his arms out and yawned, slouching right back on the couch
“What is your and Jimin’s sexual preference? Cause I need to get you guys sex toys and all in case you need to like, milk yourself when I’m not here”, Hoseok awkwardly asked, didn’t feel any better when Yoongi tilted his head,”I’m only asking because Namjoon said that I have to get you guys some, n-not to seem weird or anything”, he reassured Yoongi
“Hybrids were made for any sexual preference so anything works unless it gets the job done, where it’s male or female, whether we have to cross dress or bondage up. But when we are on our heat, then that’s a different story”
“B-Bondage? Cross-”
“Yes”
“And what do you mean it’s different for heat?”
“Well, to shorten it, I need to have actual sex and ejaculate whether it’s inside or out”, Yoongi spoke straightforward as if this wasn’t a big deal
This was a very big deal.
Hoseok wasn’t just going to get some random person to have sex with the hybrids but he wasn’t sure if he could do it himself, it made his head hurt. It shouldn’t be considering that Hoseok prefers both genders but he wouldn’t just do it without feeling some sort of connection…
“I never knew that it was going to be this wild as a hybrid owner but it’s my job to take care of you two so…I’ll help”
“It’s not like you really had a choice, if you didn’t treat our heat, then we would die”
“what?”
“I’m just kidding”, Yoongi laughed, that’s the first time Hoseok actually seen him smile, he had such a perfect gummy smile, Hoseok would do anything to see that smile everyday, “no but thanks for getting Jimin here safely…and for Jungkook’s help”
“Yeah, you made his arms really sore”
“We have really high stamina”, Yoongi informed him, “you should do your research”
“I will”, Hoseok crossed his arms, “I’m gonna go check on Jimin, to make sure he’s okay. After him, make sure to wash up. I’ll bring you two some clothes”, Hoseok gave Yoongi an ‘okay?’ look, which Yoongi replied with a nod. He walked out of the living room and down the hall to the bathroom. He heard the shower running and was relieved that he knew how to work the shower. It’s when he heard Jimin release a pained sound that got him worried. Hoseok walked in the bathroom concerned, “are you- oh my, I’m sorry”. He should’ve realized that he was going to be naked in the first place.
“Can you help me? I didn’t know I’d actually need it, that needle really messed me up”, Jimin’s face was flushed pink, he was on the bathroom floor with his legs in the ‘W’ position. Hoseok scanned his body, the more he looked down, the more he felt something in him shift. Jimin’s tail wrapped around his leg and his ears were pointed on his head, he honestly looked too cute. He mentally slapped and cursed himself back to reality.
“How did this happen? Are you that sensitive?”, Hoseok rushed over to help Jimin, he carefully sat him in the bathtub and ran the water, putting lavender scented epsom salt body wash so bubbles could form and so that he can relax.
“Yes, that red thing is making me feel weird, and it’s also because…of them..due to the beating and..yeah”
“I understand, it’s okay now, you’re safe now”, Hoseok reassured him, “do you need me to wash you or do you feel more comfortable if Yoongi does it?”
“It doesn’t really matter”, Jimin shrugged
“Right”, Hoseok clapped his hands, “right..”
Hoseok grabbed a loofah from the bathroom closet and waited until the bath water came up more before continuing. After 2 minutes had passed, Hoseok lathered the loofah in the soapy water and carefully ran it over Jimin’s collarbone and chest. He coherently sighed at the touch, slightly purring. Hoseok took Jimin’s right arm and started to clean it, he noticed a faint bruise by his shoulder and just shook his head. He should’ve killed them. He did the same to Jimin’s left arm and found what seemed like fingerprint bruises wrapped around his forearm.
“Why did they do this to you?”, Hoseok was infuriated, something in him told him to go back to that house and kill them, with his own two hands.
“They thought I helped Yoongi escape so they beat me, and then proceeded to have sex with me right after. Mister Dong gripped my arms so that I wouldn’t fight back while Mister Moo gripped my waist and...went at it, saying that I wasn’t worthy and called me a slut. It’s not my fault that I was made for these purposes…”, Jimin spoke softly while looking at the bubbles in front of him, there was so much sadness in his eyes
“I’m sorry that you had to suffer through this, no hybrid deserves this”, Hoseok comforted him, he silently continued to wash Jimin down to his stomach but stopped his movements.
“Are you a virgin Mister Jung?”, the question baffled Hoseok
“Call me Hoseok and no, I’m not”, he furrowed his eyebrows
“Then why won’t you touch me?”, he asked innocently
“Because I want to make you are comfortable around me and plus, after what you told me, it doesn’t feel right to”
Jimin nodded and took the loofah from Hoseok hand, putting it under the water. He moaned softly at the touch, Hoseok knew it wasn’t intentional, the aphrodisiac would wear off in the next 4-5 hours so he just pet him until Jimin made sure he was clean. Hoseok proceeded to wash his back, hair and legs before helping him out the bathtub, grabbing the nearest towel and wrapping it around Jimin. He grabbed a smaller one and dried what he could from his hair.
“Stay here, I have to fetch you some clothes”, Hoseok left the bathroom and went upstairs to him room, grabbing a fresh new pair of underwear, white shirt and gray sweatpants with some slippers, “I need buy them some actual clothes”. He jogged back down the stairs and saw Yoongi just sitting down on the living room floor, his tail was thrashing around and his ears were pointed back. Something was wrong. Hoseok quickly went into the bathroom and gave Jimin the clothes, taking the wet towels and putting them in the laundry basket before giving Jimin some privacy. He went to see what was wrong with Yoongi, “are you okay?”
Yoongi shook his head no and Hoseok sat on the floor with him, “I made him get hurt”
“..How much did you hear?”, Hoseok asked in a low voice, audible for both of them to hear.
“Everything up to the virgin question. He got beat and practically raped because of me. Yet he was still so happy to see me, with a big smile on his face. You know what he said to me? He said ‘I missed you, thank you for being alive’. I was so happy to see him yet I can’t help but feel like complete and utter shit, he took the blame for something I completely did on my own. He should hate me right now, I should’ve taken his beating, he didn’t deserve it”, Yoongi looked up at Hoseok right in his eyes, tears threatened to fall out.
Hoseok didn’t know how to react, he didn’t like seeing people cry. His instinct made him bring Yoongi in for a hug, a heartfelt one. That’s when the tears actually fell out, he rubbed his back and ran his fingers through his hair, helping him calm down.
“What happened to Yoongi?”, Hoseok’s turned his head around to see Jimin look confused, the clothes on his were a size big on him and his hair was damp.
“Um..he’s..uh..”
“Nothing Jimin, I’m just really happy you’re here”, Yoongi wiped his tears and broke the hug from Hoseok, getting up from the floor to go hug Jimin, Hoseok heard Yoongi muffle an ‘I’m sorry’ into Jimin’s shoulder. The Jaguar hybrid just smiled and rubbed his back.
“It’s okay…”
They both decided to go to take a nap in the guest room, leaving Hoseok by himself on the living room floor. He smiled to himself and got up from the floor. He checked the time, it was 2:45pm. Hoseok had a busy few weeks ahead of him before he can stop worrying.
#bts suga#bts jhope#yoongi#hoseok#hybrid#au#hybrid!au#hybrid!bts#hybrid!yoongi#hybrid!suga#smut#holy water#bts v#bts jimin#bts jungkook#bts rm#bts#namjoon#bts jin#seokjin#taehyung#jungkook#jimin#sope#yoonseok
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QUEEN VICTORIA → It does make my hair stand on end to think that my 2 daughters should turn into des vaches [cows].
Vicky’s fourth child in six years of marriage arrived on September 15, 1864. It was another son. By the time this baby was born, Vicky had enough self-confidence to defy her mother and mother-in-law and nurse the child herself. “I am sorry to find that Vicky’s determination to nurse her baby makes you so angry,” Victoria’s sister Feodora wrote Victoria from Baden; “the Queen of Prussia feels the same as you. I have no opinion... as I have always felt it a duty for a mother to nurse her child if she can and if the doctors approve.”
“My little darling is grown so fat!” Vicky wrote one of her mother’s ladies-in-waiting two months after the baby’s birth. “He has not had a single ache or pain and sleeps like a top. He lives next door to me, and I wash and dress him every night myself. I nurse him 5 times a day. I cannot say how happy I am with him and what a delight nursing is. I really think I never was so happy, & I certainly never loved one of the others so much. It is too strange that crowned head have sworn such enmity to this very innocent occupation.”
Queen Victoria not only disapproved of Vicky’s nursing her baby, but was furious at her for influencing her sister Alice to nurse her newborn as well. The Queen had thought that Alice, like their mother, “disliked the disguting details of the nursery...” “all & every one of which Vicky delights in,” and was pained to discover otherwise. “There is in everything the animal of our nature...” Victoria wrote to Alice “but this - when one is high born - one can avoid & ought to avoid. I maintain that a child can never be as well nursed by a lady of rank & nervous & refined temperament - for the less feeling & the more like an animal the wet nurse is, the better for the child. It hurts me deeply that my own 2 daughters should set at defiance the advice of a Mother of 9 Children, 46 years old. You said you did it only for your health & because you had no social duties. Well Vicky has none of these excuses, & indeed has very important public & social duties to perform which she cannot with nursing & if she gives up her duties as Crown Princess she will right enrage the King & Queen & the whole of Society. I think you could speak to her much more strongly than any one else. I never say anything more to Vicky for she always disagrees with me.”
On another occcasion, Vicky arrived in Homburg in early September. Her sister Alice, about to give birth to another child, was with her, and the Crown Princess shuttled between her family and the hospital. After the baby’s birth, Alice had trouble with her milk, so Vicky, who was still nursing four-month-old Sophie, helped nurse her sister’s child as well.
{An Uncommon Woman : The Empress Frederick by Hannah Pakula}
#queen victoria#historyedit#princess alice#empress victoria#victoria princess royal#england#prussia#i would LOVE to read the full account of victoria#when her daughter-in-law the grand duchess maria alexandrovna#breastfed her baby at his christening#alix's report is already so funny#my edits
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Drautos x Reader pt 2
“Before I left the Citadel today, I told Cor about us and asked him to take you into the Crownsguard”.
“Huh”? You asked, furrowing your brow.
“Clarus will never allow you to continue in the Kingsglaive when he hears about us”.
Your hands move immediately from the small of his back to his pecs, pushing like hell to get this boulder off of you. He sighs deeply and complies, begrudgingly releasing you. You feel tears forming in your eyes as a scoff escapes your mouth. You immediately shoot yourself upright and turn your head back to give him a death stare over your shoulder. “WHAT”!
“You seemed ok with it 20 minutes ago”, he says to the ceiling.
You sit next to him for a minute in stunned silence.
“Ok with what, Titus” you ask, your tone quiet and shaky. “With you not talking to me about it before you went and spilled your guts to Cor”? “Ok with you making decisions for me that affect MY life”? “Or is it that you thought I would be ok with babysitting a narcoleptic brat”?
“Baby, c'mon” he pleads, right hand shading his eyes as if the sunlight at midday just burned them.
You stand to face him, “No ‘baby’ this time, this is fucked up Titus”! “Why would you do this”?
“I thought I just told you why” he says under his breath, his voice beginning to crack.
“Oh great, so is this why you said it, to soften the blow”? you say with a shaky voice as you make your way to the dresser in the corner and pull out a tshirt and jeans.
“No. I said it because I mean it” his tears running freely.
You never were much of a yeller, even in the most warranted of circumstances, but this is just BEYOND. You actually are lost for words. “I am so angry with you right now”, the tone you use lets him know that you are actually more hurt than angry. You put on your jeans and steal a glance at him to see that he still has his eyes shaded and he hasn’t moved.
You then throw on your shirt, zip up your boots, throw your hair in a ponytail, and announce “I’m taking Titan for a walk”. “We’ll be back in about an hour, be ready to explain yourself”. You can hear his chest struggle to inhale deeply as you leave him there on the bed.
You stop at the door to grab Titan and a jacket, but you meltdown. NEVER has Titus EVER tried to control you or your path before. Sure, he had control over you in the Kingsglaive, and you pushed his limits more than once - mostly thanks to Nyx dragging you off during battle to slay some never-before-seen monstrosity - but that was different. It was work, and you reported directly to him. He was responsible for all of you, and if he gave you a punishment, you Gods damn well deserved it. Never has he mixed work with home, it had to be that way and you both liked it that way.
The neighborhood you live in is quiet…not too far from the Citadel, not so close that you could run into someone FROM the Citadel. A nice neighborhood, but not without its problems. Titus bought the condo you share ten years ago when he was commissioned to Captain. You tease him about the location often, saying that he needed a quiet place to take his honeys back in the day. There is a park nearby, so you walk the short distance and flop yourself on a bench.
Looking down at Titan, you exhale deeply, and begin to sob uncontrollably. You knew everything Titus said was true. You both were sick of hiding, the statement about Clarus not having it, that he loved you, and you knew if the two of you were to trust anyone with your secret, Cor would be the ONLY name on the list.
Not to say that Clarus was a prude or judgmental man, but he was a fair man. He would never stand for a Captain fucking one of his subordinates, even if it was love, lest favoritism come into play. You had met him on several official occasions, and found him to be quite charming.
Cor was amazing. He was gentle, sweet, and honest. You are sure that Cor gave Titus the treatment, and laid it on pretty thick, before giving him a hug.
You take a deep breath and release Titan, who has been patiently tugging on his leash for at least 20 minutes while you sort through your thoughts. The little shit bolts across the park to challenge a pit-bull four times his size. “Titan” you scream, and run after him, sure in your mind that he will be reduced to pâté by the time you reach him. “Down, NOW” you hear a deep voice come from your left. The miniature horse immediately lays down and butts Titan to the side with his snout as he arrives for his ass-kicking.
You feel relief, but keep moving. Titan is now in this dogs face barking like a little bitch. “Titan” you yell again as you scoop him up into your arms. You can hear laughter off to your side, so you turn to see what is so funny about your dog’s near-death experience. “Kid’s got balls”, the dark figure says. It was past twilight and the lights hadn’t come up yet, so it was difficult to make out anything besides his immense figure.
When he stepped closer, your breath hitched and you felt sick. SHIT!
Gladi-fucking-olus. You’ve lived here for almost two years now, and never once had you ran into a single soul from the Citadel. Curse the Six.
“Yeah, he takes after his daddy” you half-heartily laugh, while looking straight down to count some rocks. “Thanks for calming your dog, I was afraid he would eat Titan in one swift bite” you mumble to the dirt. There is an awkward silence, and you can feel Gladiolus staring you down. “Do I know you”? He questions. “No, don’t think so” you answer…74,75,76….Pelna may be the smartest man you know…
“I’m pretty sure I know you. Where do you work”?
Truth is, you do know him. Intimately. Six months after your recruitment into the Kingsglaive there was a joint party that included the Crownsguard to celebrate when your class cleared Level 8 training. People got drunk, people fucked in the dorm. All you remember is who it was, and how much it fucking hurt the next day.
You raised your gaze to meet his, and with an innocent smile you said softly, “I think I would remember someone like you”, which garnered a grin and a flick of his pecks.
Show off.
“Anyway, thanks again, I’ve got to get this daemon back home”. SHIT! Only people from the armed forces called them daemons… civilians called them monsters. You attach Titan’s leash to his collar, but keep him in your arms, and turn to walk away. You walk briskly, fearing he may want to continue his investigation of your initial meeting. The hairs on the back of your neck tell you that Gladiolus’ eyes are on you until you turn a corner a block from your home.
You entered stealthily, knowing that you had been wrong to go off on him like that. Truth be told, the two of you had discussed the dream of exposing yourselves and what would happen to both of you. Titus told you that he would be asked to leave, or you would. The two of you knew that meant YOU would be the one extricated. His actions today were an attempt to secure you a job in the Citadel, which was sweet, but if this got out it would actually separate you from him when you most wanted to be by his side. The thought of him going to war without you nearby brought new tears to the surface, and you sat at the kitchen table with your head in your hands trying to organize your thoughts before going upstairs.
One thing you definitely did not discuss was the timing. Today was most certainly not the day chosen by the both of you. Titus’ confessional with Cor today caught you off guard, and that is what really pissed you off, no matter how much you trusted the man. The Glaives and CG had the next two days off to recover from today’s hellish training day, but you all had received an invitation from King Regis himself to join him for dinner in the Citadel tomorrow evening. An invitation from the King was not a request, it was an order. You wondered how Cor would react when he saw you. Your stomach dropped, and you wiped your eyes once more.
“I’m sorry” came a small whisper from over your shoulder. Apparently, Titan had alerted him that you were home safe. Startled, you looked up at him, eyes soaked and bloodshot. He too, looked like he had been crying during the time you were gone, and he falls into the chair next to you. Not wanting to feel your wrath, he stares blindly at the table, while stroking it with his left hand.
“Why” comes your plea. “Why would you do this without talking to me first”? He continues to stare at the table. “How am I going to face Cor tomorrow night, when I know that he knows”? A low chuckle comes from his mouth that enrages you. “You think this is funny, you’re fucking with my life here” you growl. “No baby I don’t think this is funny” he says, trying to subdue his laughter. “What the fuck is wrong with you”? The tears are falling again, so you jump up and turn to walk away, but he grabs your hand and pulls you into his lap. You struggle with him, but let’s be honest, you have no chance of getting away. When Titus decided he wanted you somewhere, that is exactly where you were going.
He has one arm firmly restraining your waist, the other hand holding the back of your head firmly forcing you to face him. “I love you, please baby, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone, and I just can’t take it anymore”, his voice trailing off as he buries his head into your chest and becomes a mess beneath you. You are repelled by the display at first, but realize that you had never seen him like this. Titus was the type of guy to hide his emotions behind closed doors, you cannot recall a single instance of him melting down like this and your heart sinks. You place your hands gently on his head intertwining your fingers into his hair and kiss him on his crown. “I love you” you whisper. “We’ll figure this out”.
You lift your body slowly and turn yourself to straddle him on the protesting chair. Cupping his face in your hands, you give him a long, languid kiss. He responds immediately and grabs the back of your head, inserting his tongue deeply into your mouth, exploring every contour. You pull away, and he chases your lips. “No more unexpected confessionals” you whisper, looking him dead in the eyes. He nods his head and invades your mouth yet again.
You feel his rough hands on your abdomen, playing with the hem of your shirt and you instinctively raise your arms to accommodate his silent request. He lifts your shirt with timid hands over your head and his mouth descends upon your sensitive mounds. Your breath hitches as you grab the back of his head pulling him in closer. He teases your nipples relentlessly with his tongue, spinning quick circles, followed by soft nibbles between his teeth.
Titus wraps his strong arms tightly around your body and lifts you up to sit on the table, positioning himself between your legs. He unzips and removes one boot, then the other. Cursing your tight jeans, he removes them with intense urgency, as if you may change your mind at any second. He can still smell himself on you from earlier in the evening, and he holds your thighs wide open to give himself full access to descend upon your pussy with his hungry mouth.
His fingers spread your soaked folds so his tongue can skillfully hit you in all the places only he knows about. His sweet lips pulling you into his mouth, creating a vacuum around your clit. You lock your fingers into his hair, as your hips gyrate in time with the movements of his skilled mouth. “Are you still mine” he asks, keeping time with your hips. “Always” you get out between ragged breaths. The admission spurs him on and he inserts two fingers into your wet entrance. “Shit” you whisper, arching your back off the table and earning a smile from him. He pulls them out, shoves them back in, twists and turns, increasing speed and force, as your body convulses below him. As soon as he begins to feel you clinch around him, he withdraws. “Uhhhh, nooooo”, you whine and he glances up to your beautiful red face, licking his fingers of your juices. You look down to him with a pouty face. “Maneuvers like that will not get you back into my good graces, Captain” you pant at him.
He stands and positions his body above you with his arms wrapped around your legs, and leans down to give you a kiss. You grab his face and pull him to you, his delicious lips tasting of your combined orgasm two hours prior. “I want to suck on your cock” you whisper, licking the sensitive area behind his ear. “No need, baby” he says, freeing his hard cock from his sweat pants. The two of you lock eyes when you feel the pressure of him wanting entrance. He moves his hands to the sensitive skin behind your knees, holding you wide open to accept his thick cock. He pulls away from your face, and stares intently into your eyes as he breaks your resistance and pushes his way all the way into your slick cunt, earning a short spasm from your body.
He is gentle and sweet with his movements. Slowly, he completely sheaths himself inside your body then withdraws until just his head remains inside. He continues to slowly fuck you, and you can tiny explosions of your juices escaping, running down your ass. “Your cock feels so good honey” you say as he continues to force every inch into your body, using every thrust to bring you closer to release. “Fuck yeah it does” he retorts with a breathy chuckle. He begins to pick up the pace and raises his foot to rest next to your hip, so to reach even deeper depths inside your tight cunt.
“Please baby” you plead with him as he pounds into you relentlessly, your orgasm approaching quickly. He stops his movement, looks into your eyes and asks, “Please what”? Tears are forming in your eyes from this amazing feeling and you beg him to “Make me cum on your cock”. Without a word, he withdraws completely and picks you up like a rag doll and turns you over. Your full upper body now resting on the dinner table, your abdomen sliding in the juices that leaked from your cunt as he first gained entry.
Titus teases your clit several times with his cock then positions himself at your now dripping wet hole. He waits. “Fuck me baby” you beg him. “How do you want to be fucked, sweetheart”? “I want you to fuck me like this is the last piece of pussy you will ever get”. “Shit, babe” he says through a smile. He grabs both of your shoulders and shoves his cock into you so hard and deep, you are certain your eyes would have bulged out of your head had they been open.
His strokes become hard, and deep. He pounds into you at a punishing pace, bodies slapping together at a rapid rhythm. Titus releases your shoulders and grabs your right leg and lifts it to get maximum access. You moan loudly as the cool air hits your swollen clit. With his free hand he grabs your hair at your scalp and strengthens his grip on your thigh. Using both points for leverage, he pulls your whole body closer to him. Arching your back, you feel your orgasm creeping into your abdomen. “Baby I’m cumming” you announce. “Fuck yeah…cum on that dick” he commands. As you chase your release, you can hear his breathing become heavier, as his strokes become more and more erratic. You cum in a rush of endorphins and your pussy grabs at his cock, not willing to relinquish this feeling of euphoria that it gives you. He continues to pound you through your bliss, letting go of your leg only as he announces that he too, was going over that cliff. You feel his hot cum spill into you as he lowers his chest to meet your back and his sweaty body convulses on top of you.
You smile at the feeling of his cock pulsating inside of you. You turn as much as the weight of his torso allows, push him off of you, turn around and tell him to sit. Breathing heavily, he complies, as you drop to your knees. You grab his still rock-hard cock by the base and take him fully into your mouth. Your eyes meet his and your mouth descends once again onto his mushroom head, sucking the remaining nectar from his body. “Fuck” he moans, brushing the hair from your face and holding it back. You eagerly take each of his balls into your mouth sucking each gently in quick intervals while listening to his praise. “Gods, baby, your so good at that”.
He watches you work for several minutes before his leg begins to tremble under your chest. “Fuck me with that pretty mouth” he orders, tightening his grip on your hair. Lifting your head, you give him a smile, and engulf his enormous cock fully. The suction you skillfully apply to the tip, alternating with the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat make him completely lose control under you. His grip becomes so strong in your hair that it almost hurts and he begins to thrust upward as your saliva spills down his full length. “Oh, fuck, I can’t” he yells as he releases his third load of the night straight into your mouth, his body in full spasms. You always did love the taste of him, so you lick him clean and look up to see his face. “Thank you” he says hoarsely, giving you a grin. “You’re always welcome” you smile back and insert his cock fully into your mouth one more time, pulling away with a sinful 'pop’.
“Shower, dinner, then bed” he asks.
“Sounds like a good strategy” you say.
You stand in front of him and he lifts you into his arms, carrying you up the stairs once more.
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