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hansolmates · 4 years

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hoshi; vowels and veracity (m)

summary: after a blind date that makes you feel like a giddy teenager all over again, you’re forced to grow up and take a chance when you realize that special someone is your daughter’s kindergarten teacher. pairing: teacher!soonyoung x single mother!reader genre/warnings: fluffity fluff nuggets, humor, a lil bit of angst when yn panics, *steve rogers voice* language! alcohol, unprotected sex (wrap the pickle before u tickle), face sitting w/c: 5.2k a/n: i really have nothing to say about this but i’ve been thinking about going back to school all week so this manifested. enjoy a lil sexy but sweet hosh💕

“Y-you,” another giggle and the press of wet lips to the sensitive spot of your neck, “stop, Soonyoung! I’m ticklish there!”

You feel a pout imprint itself in the sweet spot between your ear and your jaw, and you sigh at the rumble of his lips against your skin, “But you taste so sweet, baby,” he croons, and you’re practically melting between the door with how much Soonyoung has pressed himself against you, all of himself.

“What if I don’t wanna stop, pretty girl?” he husks against your soft skin, whispering things in your ear that aren’t for the faint of heart. In your haste to keep a firm grip, one hand goes to his clothes and the other nips at the undercut of his midnight black hair, “what if I just open the door right now and we slip right in, and then I slip right in you?”

Your breath hitches and suddenly your core feels like a timebomb, ready to combust.

Go on a date, Joshua says. He’s a sweet guy, Joshua says. He’s a friend of Joshua’s, so you know going into this blind date that at the very least, he wasn’t a serial killer. But what Joshua failed to tell you going into this was how much Kwon Soonyoung packed and how much of a temptor in disguise he is.

“I really would love to invite you in,” it looks like it pains Soonyoung to admit this, as he presses his forehead to yours and the edge of his fingers dig into your crushed emerald velvet number, “but tomorrow’s the first day of work and I am not emotionally prepared. But, I do want to see you again. I had a great time.”

The previous mood melting into the night sky, you reluctantly let go of the lapels of his tweed blazer. Unable to suppress your crestfallen smile you nod, “That’s fine,” you reply, inching away from him to send him a pointed look, “I wouldn’t have gone inside anyway. I don’t put out on the first date,” you cross your arms in an attempt to feign nonchalance.

Which isn’t a lie, although if Soonyoung had asked you two minutes ago to come inside for a cup of tea, you wouldn’t have argued. He is just that tempting. Said date raises an eyebrow in response, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear at the defiance in your eyes. “Oh?” he echoes, “then what date do you put out?”

“Date seven.”

“Lucky seven,” he grins, “so if we go on a date every day this week by Friday we should be good to go. How do you feel about steak?”

You slap his shoulder in his response, and the giggle that erupts from his lips in response has you feeling dizzy and giddy with excitement. Soonyoung has you feeling like a college freshman all over again, floating like Cloud 9 and drunk in anticipation. You peck one, two more kisses on his lips. He tastes like the peach champagne you shared and his own scent as he pulls you in for a much longer, much hotter kiss.

“Good luck on your first day,” you mumble against his lips, vaguely remembering that he’s a teacher in a school nearby.

“Mm, text me when you get home,” and with a final kiss to your forehead he unlocks his door, leaving you warm and full of heart-eyes on his front porch.

The walk home, more like float home, has you feeling all parts exhausted and hopeful for the days to come. For the first time in a long time you feel young and unbridled, thrumming with excitement. Now you’re just playing with your phone, waiting to exchange goodnight texts.

“Nari’s asleep,” when you walk into your shared apartment, you spot a sleepy Seungkwan on his laptop and sprawled across your couch. “How was it?”

“It was reealllly nice,” you’re still a little wine tipsy, drunk on the taste of Merlot and a certain someone’s kisses, “he was really sweet, and surprisingly sexy.”

“Did you get dicked down?” Seungkwan asks only the most important questions.

You scoff, flopping down on the couch next to him, “As if, we have work in the morning.”

“Speaking of work, are you sure you’re not able to drop off Nari to school tomorrow? It’s her first day of kindergarten.”

“I can’t,” saying it feels absolutely awful, but a single mother has to work extra hard to keep her and her daughter happy.

“It’s fine,” Seungkwan easily waves you off and runs a hand through his fluffy auburn hair, “her favorite Uncle is there, anyway.”

“Hey,” you lightly punch his arm, “I’ve already talked Nari through it. I’m cooking a big breakfast tomorrow—chocolate chip pancakes, duh, and taking a million pictures before we have to part ways. I packed a little Kit-Kat for her lunch with a sweet note. When I come back in time for dinner I promised her pizza from her favorite parlor and she can tell me everything about her day.”

“So, you’re bribing her with food.”

“Sue me, it’s every parent’s weak spot.”

Seungkwan stretches his arms, cradling you between his chest. You sigh into his clean linen scent, feeling sleepy. “Yeah, I’ve bribed her with my Switch once or twice,” he admits softly, eyes also drooping, “but you’re a great mother regardless. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Kwannie,” you sigh, feeling more at ease.

Nari is the light of you and Seungkwan’s life. Five years ago, you promised yourself that if you were more than financially stable and still sick with baby fever, you would adopt. You didn’t want to find a romantic partner for the sole purpose of having a child, you could easily do that on your own. And that you did, you researched and visited foster homes off in the countryside.

In a little town off the coast of the shore was where you met Nari, only six months old and full with cherub cheeks and eyes that sparkled like the moon and stars. You fell in love with her instantly. Fast forward five years later and she’s the reason you wake up every morning and work hard every day. Seungkwan being your best friend, also wanted rights as the godfather and therefore is also part of your perfect family picture.

You and Seungkwan sleep warmly tonight, both excited to share yet another year of Nari’s milestones.

“And then Mr. Kwon said I was an ‘ace’ with my vowels!” Nari has a string of cheese hanging from her chin, and you don’t bat an eye as you reach to pat it away with a napkin.

“I wouldn’t expect any less, baby,” you coo, carding a hand through her hair so her bangs don’t get caught in her meal, “remember when mommy and Uncle Kwannie taught you the vowels this summer? We sang that song.”

“Yes! I sang the same song and showed everyone how ‘ta do it,” your heart is swelling with pride, and you fight the urge to tear up because Seungkwan’s already showing signs of waterworks from his side of the table, “I read a book Mr. Kwon gave me today and he said he’s so impressed I read at a Level B.”

You quirk your brows at the new jargon. You certainly don’t know what it means to be a Level B, but it makes Nari happy and that’s all that matters. Wiping the orange grease off her lips, you muse that you must get in contact with her teacher one of these days.

“What’s a Level B?” Seungkwan similarly looks stumped at the new vocabulary.

“I don’t know!” Nari shrugs, but nevertheless her teacher’s attention has her glowing.

You giggle, “I’m so happy for you, baby.”

“I’m excited to go back tomorrow, I made a new friend! His name is Jeonghan and he helped me with my numbers today. He called my bows cute.”

“Cute?” Seungkwan perks up from his stupor, “of course you’re cute, Nari. So cute that you’re too good for this Jeonghwan boy.”

“Jeonghan, Uncle Kwannie,” she pouts when Seungkwan scoffs, in favor of shoving half a slice in his mouth. She turns to you, tugging on your blazer, “Mama, can I go watch TV now? I finished my homework and I wanna see the new Ladybug and Cat Noir!”

“Of course,” you pull away her plate, gesturing for her to go to the living room.

“Thank you mama,” and she’s bouncing off her seat, pushing her chair in and off to watch Miraculous Ladybug.

You sigh, “They grow up so fast.”

Seungkwan’s eyes widen at your age-old phrase, the words reminding him oddly of his parents when they used to talk down to him. “And here we are, aging twice as fast,” Seungkwan bemoans, already starting to feel the greasy food settle in his stomach. “We used to eat a whole pie! We could eat absolute garbage back in college and here I am weak at two slices—oh my god, am I having a ‘back in my day’ moment? We need to go out. I need to go out. I’ve been practicing consonants and vowels all day. I need a boyfriend,” he playfully narrows his eyes at you, “I need a boyfriend like yours, sweet and sexy.”

“Sorry,” you stick out your tongue, “but he’s mine.”

Perfect timing, Soonyoung’s name pops up on your phone. You two have been texting sporadically throughout the day, making plans for your next date. The two of you are going to watch a drive-in movie, a situation that screams teenage-back-of-the-truck-sex but the movie is a much anticipated favorite of yours and you genuinely want to watch it.

Soonyoung is full of humor and laughs, getting you to smile and relax at the right times during work and always manages to keep you on your toes whenever he says something flirtatious.

“Are you gonna introduce him to Nari?”

You stop typing, and look up towards your beautiful little girl in the living room. Her hair is out of her pigtails, drooping tiredly like she is. Her cheek is pressed against her favorite plush cat, fighting for consciousness because she’s waiting for Marinette to save the day. Your heart swells with affection.

“Dunno,” you shrug, trying not to think too hard about it, “we’re not that serious right now.”

You’re absolutely winded. You finished work early today, due to the fact that came in early so you could clock out and pick Nari up from school. Despite the fact that Nari says it’s okay for you not to pick her up, you can’t allow it and you want to be the one who she runs into when she comes out the door.

“Who do you think she’s gonna hug first?” Seungkwan’s elbowing you, baiting you. “Because this morning she gave me a hug and three kisses before I dropped her off.”

“Three?” you seethe in annoyance, “three kisses is our thing! Two on the cheek and one on the forehead!”

The two of you slowly steep together, waiting for the colorful blue door to the kindergarten area to file out. The heel of your shoes are digging into the grass, probably making a needle-like indentation in the dirt as you struggle not to seep into the lawn. You feel like you’re going to flop on your heels, wishing you could go run back into the car and find your flip-flops from last month’s beach trip. But before you could debate on the run the bell rings, and you’re on livewire when you see the students start to file out.

Your smile grows ten-fold when you see Nari’s jaw drop in surprise, seeing you waiting for her. She fists whatever is in her hands in surprise, breaking into the cutest smile as she screams, “mama!”

And you’re ready to hold your arms out and throw her around in circles, until you see who follows right behind her.

Kwon Soonyoung is Nari’s kindergarten teacher. Kwon Soonyoung with his hair down and untextured, wearing a mint polo and looking nothing like the date you had the other night. He looks absolutely soft and so, you are weak.

Kwon Soonyoung, the sexy deviant who sends you questionable texts and sends you funny puppy videos, is staring right at you and utterly confused when Nari rams straight into your hip.

Momentarily distracted, you pepper your pretty daughter in kisses (all three of them, two cheeks and one forehead) and tell her how much you’ve missed her. Clearly she doesn’t miss you as much, as she’s waving around a picture she drew during playtime, one of her and Jeonghan in the sandbox.

“Really, Nari,” Seungkwan mutters under his breath, shamelessly vocalizing his opinion on a five-year old, “can’t you choose a different friend?”

“Seungkwan!” you chide, but he pointedly annoys you when Nari finally enters Seungkwan’s embrace. He takes extra time to cuddle her, obviously jealous that another boy has taken refuge in your little Nari’s heart.

The moment is so sweet and simple you have no choice but to revel in it and take out your phone to snap a photo.

“Mama!” she pops her head off of Seungkwan’s shoulder, “come meet Mr. Kwon!”

And she’s tugging your hand, only you’re much stronger and you stay firmly planted on the grass. Heck, you even sacrifice your shoes by digging your heels in for extra measure.Your eyes widen in panic, but Nari doesn’t notice because she’s paving a path of dirt with her lime green light-up sneakers, trying to get you to move. You nearly forgot your latest tryst is your daughter’s teacher, and you never told him you have a kid.

But within seconds, there’s an audible slam and the three of you are shattered from your bubble. Turning to the noise the heavy navy door is now locked shut, all the students dismissed for the day. The crowd is gone. Soonyoung is gone.

Seungkwan’s eyes dart between the closed door and you, the pieces clicking. His mouth forms a little ‘o’ and he nods in understanding. “He thinks I’m your baby daddy.”

The two of you point out each other like the Spiderman meme. “He thinks you’re my baby daddy,” you echo, horror marrying your face.

“Mama? What’s a baby daddy?”

“Shh, Nari—” he picks up Nari in one swoop, mouthing a go to you as he leads her to the car.

All alone on the grass, you panic as you watch your family grow smaller and smaller as they enter the parking lot. Soonyoung’s just behind that door, right? Looking left and right to assure no one is going to think you’re being that parent and harassing the teacher within the first week of school, you bound up the steps to knock on the door. Your knocks clang heavily, echoing against the building.

Ten seconds pass. Nothing.

You deflate, pulling out your phone to shoot Soonyoung a quick text.

You: hey, can you come out for a bit so i can explain? Please

A minute passes. He leaves you on read. Defeated, you slump against the door. This day is really a whirlwind on your mental state. All you wanted today was some extra time off work, Nari’s three kisses, and maybe a goodnight text from Soonyoung if you were lucky.

The door suddenly flips open, and you’re braced against someone’s hands.

“Whoa, you okay?”

Your face crumples in relief when it’s Soonyoung that’s come out to respond to you. He’s bracing your weight by holding your arms between his hands, although keeping a respectable distance between the upper half of your bodies. It makes you a little upset, but you understand. Once you’re stable, he lets you go and leans away from you.

“Why are you waiting out here?” he asks pointedly, looking at you up and down. You seem terribly overdressed in your coral pinstripe suit, mismatching with Soonyoung’s apple sauce stains.

“Why do you think I’m waiting out here?”

“And if I close the door again?” he retorts suddenly.

“Then I’ll follow you home.”

A beat passes, whatever expression he conveys on his face is practiced and primed. You have a terrible time trying to decipher his blankness. Working with kids probably does that to an adult. “Come in,” he says neutrally, and you wordlessly follow him into his classroom.

The room is decorated beautifully, with rainbows and glitter. It’s also surprisingly organized, all the crayons in place and the play area free of stray toys. Your eyes instantly search for Nari’s desk, and a small smile fits on your face as you trace her handmade name tag.

“Normally, I don’t let parents in my room until it’s Back to School Night,” Soonyoung says, leaning against his desk. It makes you terribly nervous, knowing the ball is in your court and he’s waiting for you to make a move. His carefree, easy going nature is nowhere to be found, and all you see is walls and a mean poker face. He pulls up the sleeves of his polo, exposing pale, strong arms. Your mouth waters a little (you can’t help it!) and you immediately reach for a bottle of water in your purse. “So, what is it you have to say?”

“Seungkwan’s not my baby daddy,” you blurt, and you immediately blanch when Soonyoung’s eyes widen. “Wow uh. I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“But you did say it like that,” Soonyoung replies slowly, “no child just doesn’t give three kisses to someone who isn’t their father.”

“I only called him my baby daddy because he said it first,” you grumble, almost childishly, “and Nari’s a baby, of course she’s going to give three kisses to anyone that feeds her and coddles her.”

“It sounds like an excuse.”

“It sounds like I’m freaking out because you keep talking back and forth like this!” you cry, slapping your hands against your thigh. You don’t have to look in a mirror to know that you’re quickly getting annoyed, your face morphing into a shade of embarrassment. You can’t tell if this is amusing him or this is a real interrogation. “Let me explain, Soonyoung!”

He says your name slowly, deliberately. And then, “do you want to take a break in the Calm Down Corner?”

“The—the what?” Soonyoung’s eyes flicker to a corner at the far end of the room. The radiator is decorated in a sky blue wallpaper, and there’s a yoga mat on the floor. There are chairs next to a desk filled with coloring pages, decorated with fairy lights. Filling three of the chairs are various stuffed animals, a tiger, a cat, and a panda, all dressed as doctors. It’s a child’s therapy corner. “You gotta be kidding me.”

He raises a brow, and—is that a smile on his lips? “Then explain, why are you here?”

“Because I think I really like you,” you confess, frustration melting away to reveal the uneasy upturn on your lips. You lied when Seungkwan asked if you would ever consider introducing Soonyoung to Nari. In a different world, you would’ve loved to take the time to take Nari to the museum and introduce Soonyoung there. They’d definitely bond over their love for tigers. “Seungkwan is my best friend, and helps me take care of Nari. I adopted her five years ago.”

Something softens in Soonyoung’s eyes, and the air feels much more relaxed. But his dark brows remain knit together, and he looks at you with confused eyes. “Then if you like me so much, why didn’t you tell me you had a daughter?”

“Because kids can be deal breakers,” you admit, and the colorful classroom feels smaller as you hug yourself. “I just, wanted you to like me first.”

It’s the primary reason why it’s taken you so long to date. Sure, there’d be a fling here and there, but nothing that feels as tangible as Soonyoung is. You’re not old enough to find a partner that wouldn’t blink at the sign of children, yet you’re still at that weird age threshold where a partner could immediately run for the hills at the mention of one. Nothing will top Nari, she’s number one in your heart, but the small selfish part wanted you to put the focus on yourself for just one night.

“You don’t have to hide, I want every part of your life no matter how long we have,” he assures you gently, firmly without an ounce of regret. Soonyoung opens his arms, and you cry in relief when you get to collapse in the scent of his cologne. You tuck your head in the crook of his neck, slightly sweaty from whatever activities he needs to do with the kids, but you don’t mind. His voice is quiet, melting in your ears, “and I really like you too. I really like Nari as well, she’s a great kid.”

“She is, isn’t she?”

You two pull away, and he swipes a thumb under your eyes in case some tears manage to escape. “So, Friday? Movie?”

“It’s a date.”

“Where’s Nari?” the question is huffed against your breath as you’re pressed between your freshly washed bedspread and Soonyoung’s body. He takes care in making sure the zipper of your delicate dress doesn’t get caught in the rush, easily slipping your dress off and throwing it on your desk chair.

“At Seungkwan’s, why?”

His cheshire cat eyes glow under the moonlight, positively devious. “It’s date seven,” he announces sweetly. His gaze betrays his saccarine reply, a look that only tells you that Soonyoung plans to fuck you five ways to Sunday, and you’ll gladly let him.

You sit up on your elbows, enjoying the show as Soonyoung quickly sheds his clothing. It’s ungraceful, exciting. Tonight was a simple carnival date, easily making you feel like a giddy college student all over again. Soonyoung won you five Pokemon keychains today, you could put a whole party on your hand.

“It’s actually date six,” you tease, tilting your head as his pants finally come off, revealing black boxer briefs that snug deliciously around the waist.

“Oh, okay,” he looks at you like you’ve spoken God’s word, reaching to pick up his shirt, “so you don’t want my dick fucking you raw tonight? Okay, I see how it is,” he pretends to put on his clothing, jabbing a thumb out the door.

You have the audacity to giggle, pulling him over by the waistband, “Come here so I can make an exception.”

You don’t know what it is that makes you want you want to give everything to this man. Heck, five years ago you didn’t even want a man as an excuse to have kids. But as he nudges you in all the right places and places you on top of him, you know this man will treat you like an absolute treasure. Every kiss is laced with smiles and sweetness, filled with vigor and vivacity that fills you up and leaves you afloat.

He takes care of you first, unwilling to let you budge as he places your core over his face. He makes quick, but effective use of his tongue and fingers, making sure you’re nice and sensitive for his future plans. You’re practically throbbing with pleasure, vibrating from every cell of your body. Within minutes he’s glistening in your arousal, and he pulls you down so you’re lined up with his crotch. It’s involuntary when you pulse against his member, your body shamefully alerting you that it’s desperate with need, and the remedy is right under you.

Soonyoung looks more satisfied than you, eager to please you. Without warning, he stuffs two fingers in your mouth, “You pretty, pretty girl,” you are keen at the attention, your body is glowing a radiant rose.

Your tongue rolls against his fingers, sticky and tasting of your arousal. Tilting your hips up you let Soonyoung pull his member out, lining it against your entrance. Feeling the soft tip brush against your delicate folds, you moan against his mouth. With a little ‘pop’ he releases you, lips shiny and parted.

“I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of hit-it-n’quit-it kind of guy,” he noses the sensitive spot of your jawline, which distracts you momentarily when the plush tip nudges your folds, coaxing you to unite. “Because after tonight, I’m definitely keeping you. Forever.”

The reply that dances on your tongue is overtaken by your whines when Soonyoung slips in fully, forcing your body to clench tightly against his. You take him, all of him. You feel wet and sticky and hot and swollen with affection as Soonyoung praises you for taking him so well. His pace is firm and passionate, short nails digging deliciously into your hips for leverage as he makes sure to fill you to the brim.

He’s right, tonight is far from being a means to an end. You feel like you can have nights like this the rest of your life. And when the both of you finish and you’re pulling the covers over one another, you finally manage to grasp the reply that was nearly forgotten.

Pressing a kiss to his jaw you whisper, “I’m keeping you, too.”

“So, how long can we keep this a secret for?”

“Ideally? Ten months. Realistically, I’d say Christmas.”

“Why Christmas?”

“Because I know you’re going to be dying to get Nari a Christmas present.”

Soonyoung props his elbow on the pillow, looking at you petulantly. “I could say it’s a good behavior reward. She’s been racking up those gold stars during morning meetings, babe. She’s not even trying.”

“That’s my girl,” you coo, rolling over to lean your head on his chest. Light has long flooded into your apartment, seeping through your curtains and reflecting on your white duvet. Soonyoung looks absolutely fluffy and well rested, and you can’t help but reach to pat down the ebony bird’s nest atop his head.

The two of you lay like that for a little bit, playing with each other’s cold feet under the covers and relishing under the touch of bare skin to bare skin. You remind yourself that you need to take Joshua out to dinner one of these days, as he managed the inevitable and set you up with an amazing partner.

“Breakfast?” Soonyoung pops the question easily, “let’s get steak.”

“Steak isn’t eaten for breakfast.”

“Then can I eat you for breakfast?”

You snort, hiding under the covers while Soonyoung attempts to tickle you. The whole act in itself feels wholly innocent despite the fact that you’re both naked and smell like sweat and sex. Just as you feel Soonyoung’s head dip under the covers to meet you at your chest, the door swings open.

“Mama!”

The previously warm room feels like wickedly sharp ice, freezing you to your spot as you clutch the covers closer to your chest. “Baby!” you cry exasperatedly, flinching when she throws all her weight on you. She’s still in her ladybug pajamas from last night, hair falling out of her braid.

She lifts her head from your breast to give you an adorable one-toothed grin. You try your best to maintain eye-contact, but Nari has impeccable vision. Her grin evolves into a full-on beam when she finds your bed partner.

“Mr. Kwon!” she’s squealing, clamoring over your lap. You do a double-take when you see Soonyoung sitting next to you, wearing a t-shirt. Where on earth did he get that?

Soonyoung’s eyes reduce to crescents at his (secretly) favorite student. “Good morning, Nari-ah. Had a fun time at your Uncle’s house?”

“Nari,” you force your daughter down to stand on the hardwood, giving her a stern look, “give Mr. Kwon some space, it’s really early and it’s the weekend.”

Knitting her brows together, she looks between the two of you, “But you two don’t have any space.”

You wince at her perception, and nudge yourself away so you’re pressed against your nightstand. The oakwood corner digs painfully into your back.

“We were haviång a very special parent meeting,” you fight the urge to cry when Soonyoung turns on his teacher's voice, sending your daughter a very convincing smile. You watch as your daughter’s eyes go wide, probably feeling very special that her teacher came all the way to her house to have a meeting. “You’ve been doing so well during the read-alouds that I had to tell your mama in person!”

“I told you mama!” Nari juts out her chest, and you lean over to kiss the crown of her head. “But Mr. Kwon, why are you having it in mama’s room?”

“Her room is the warmest!” he says like it’s the most obvious thing, his and Nari’s eyes widening simultaneously as he gestures to the open window. “The sun travels directly into your bedroom in the morning, and those rays send heat—”

“Mr. Kwon,” your voice is as steady as it can be, and you frown when Soonyoung wiggles his brows. You already know he’s thinking of three separate ways you can use the term Mr. Kwon in private, but you’re not having any of that, “shouldn’t we uh, wrap up this… meeting?”

“I wanna stay,” Nari glowers, obviously nosy as to what you two are talking about.

“I know baby. We just gotta finish up the meeting, okay? Can you—” you cut yourself off when Seungkwan finally decides to make his appearance, eyes wide at commotion he’s created. He’s in matching pajamas, ridiculously red as he bends down to scoop up Nari. Absolutely sweating and as red as his clothes, his eyes dart between the two of you. You could care less that Seungkwan’s eyes have bags under their bags, and was probably too tired to catch her when she ran inside the house. No, Seungkwan doesn’t deserve the title of godfather anymore.

“Nari! You can’t interrupt teacher meetings,” Seungkwan pretends to scold, and Nari turns her head so she can hide in her Uncle’s shoulder.

Knowing that Nari can’t see a thing, you mouth a very explicit I will kill you to your best friend, and he immediately mouths an apology to the both of you as he ushers himself out the door. You wait ten seconds for your daughter to be out of ear shot, before dropping the blanket from your neck and throwing yourself against the pillows.

But Soonyoung’s chuckling, pressing a litany of kisses all over your bare body in an attempt to comfort you. Instead of reveling in his lazy morning touch, you want to disappear between the sheets, never to be seen. What will the PTO moms say when they find out? How will you stop Nari from telling Jeonghan, and therefore Jeonghan telling the entire kindergarten population? Why isn’t Soonyoung freaking out about this? Instead, he favors to taste your body, in between kisses muttering something about it being kismet that Nari so happened to see right as you were discussing the secrecy of your relationship. Ten years from now, your daughter will be horrified when she realizes that no, teachers don’t normally give housecalls in your mother’s bed.

Your boyfriend pinches your thigh, regarding you with mirth in his eyes.

“So, that means I can buy her a Christmas present now, right?”

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thebiasrekkers · 4 years

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Pillow Talk

Pairing: Joohoney x POC Reader

Type: One Shot

Genre: F2L, The one that got away, Smut, Pining [ithink], Fluff [ifyousquint]

WC: 2.6k

Warning: unprotected sex.

A/N: What do you do when your friends are feeling down in the dumps? You write them sawft comforting things with their kpop support boys. So, I did this for Admin E and she said I could share. The italicized words are the lyrics to the song partly responsible for this squishyfluffyinlovejooheon stuff.

Song: Pillow Talk by Novelties

© thebiasrekkers (Admin T). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

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She was on his mind again. They were friends, the best of friends - cliche, right? The kind of friends that were connected at the hip each and every time they were near. The kind of friends that comforted the other when their hearts damaged. It was a ritual as old as time, as old as both of them.

Their dreams took them in different directions. He had a fever for the idol life. He had a raw talent for words and rhymes. His style was unique and unlike anything that existed in the industry. He could do it - reach out and snatch that dream in his fist. She believed he could do it.

But her dreams took her to the US. During the initial training phase, he couldn’t communicate with the outside world.

And there wasn’t a day that he didn’t think about her.

Every night and every day

Then he debuted. It took a short period of time to gain traction. His group had been put together in front of a nation, after all.

He invited her to their first concert. They finished the first part of their set, standing in front of a crowded stadium. Light sticks sparkling in a sea of fan love. He bit into his bottom lip scanning the faces and banners. And then he saw her.

One of the members was busy talking about how excited they all were. The world seemed to quiet as their eyes met. She offered the slightest of smiles wiggling her fingers in greeting. He didn’t understand the shock, honestly. Why wouldn’t she come? And she was still as beautiful, to the point he felt his heart beat a little harder.

I think of what we could be

When he finally reached out to her after the communication restriction lifted? He was frightened. There was some free time for them finally. Jooheon spent it pacing and watching his phone. While Shownu and Kihyun were fine to let their main rapper wait to come to them? Minhyuk, unfortunately, was not that patient.

“Jooheon-ah, you’re going to walk a path into the floor.” He teased watching the other man pace with occasional glances to his phone. Minhyuk was busy perfecting his selca angles. Jooheon’s brow furrowed as he slowed his pace.

“Hyung, please. I’m already nervous as is.” He chewed the tip of his finger between his teeth. Minhyuk looked over his own cellphone. It wasn’t like Jooheon to be so impatient, so ..nervous. He pursed his lips as Jooheon flopped on the couch next to him. The rapper’s ringed fingers slid through his bleached hair.

Min sighed turning to clap a hand on his shoulder. “Go on. Tell me about her then.” Jooheon looked up too quickly, validating his assumption. “Just tell me.” Jooheon’s shoulders slumped and he spilled his pent up beans.

It took an hour for Jooheon to talk about the one that got away. That if he had a Muse on two legs? It was her. That he hadn’t stopped thinking about her the whole time they were training. That he hoped to make this dream come true. So he could reach her in a way that he couldn’t before. That he felt he had waited too long to reach out to her.

That he couldn’t think of not having her in his life.

You and I, we’ve got that thing

Minhyuk listened quietly almost energized by the passion oozing from Honey’s words. How the Rapper’s whole body was animated by the thought of this woman. He couldn’t help the sly grin that creased the corner of his lips. Jooheon groaned, his head dropping into his hands.

...and then his phone beeped.

No one else can make me feel.

He scrambled from the couch to pick it up. The familiar name flashed across the screen and suddenly? He lost his nerve. “It’s her! It’s...It’s her!?” He held the phone as if it was burning his skin. Minhyuk practically hissed as he shot up from the couch.

“Answer it, babo!” Min had a hand on his hip and the other flailing toward the younger member. “Straighten yourself out and answer it! Or you really will regret it later!” He stomped his way out of the studio hoping Jooheon would regain his nerve.

He took a deep breath and finally accepted the call. “Hey.”

There was a momentary silence, then a shuddering breath. “H-hey, is this - if it’s a bad time?”

“N-no! No, it’s fine. I was hoping I’d hear from you.” He relaxed, sinking into his chair. “...I’m glad to hear from you.”

She bit her lip listening to the sound of his voice filter through her speaker. “I’m glad you - I mean…” Another soft sigh. “I really missed you.”

He couldn’t fight the dimple deepened smile that spread across his face. “I missed you, too.” A flick of his wrist to glance at the time. “Are you busy tonight? I want to see you.” There was an audible sound of surprise from the other end. He smirked, “Well, do you?”

“U-uh, y-yeah. I do. But, is that ok? You won’t get in trouble, right?” Concern peppered her voice, but his laughter eased her fears. Just a bit. Only a little bit.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Tell me where you’re staying.” And she did. It was much later when he was finally able to leave the dorm. She wasn’t that far away. Close enough that an excuse for a night run shouldn’t put him out of place any longer than usual.

All he could think about was everything he wanted to tell her. All the time he missed that he wanted to regain. That nice leisurely jog turned into an almost desperate run within half a mile of his destination. He didn’t feel the burn in his lungs as he stepped into the elevator.

He felt like he was on auto-pilot by the time he reached her door. He licked the top of his lip before exhaling slowly.

She could hear him breathing on the opposite side of the door. Her fingers clutching the fabric of her shirt to quell the tremble in her fingers. What was she going to say to him? What would they even have to talk about?

Could she ever tell him…?

You fix all my pieces

Could he ever tell her…?

I want you

Would they even be the same?

I need this

Jooheon knocked gently, three soft raps upon her door. It took a moment to move her feet forward, trembling fingers undid the latch and locks. The door turned, parting slightly, til a pair of green circle-lenses looked up at him. “Hey.”

“Can I come in?” He could feel that hard thump in his chest again as she smiled - and stepped aside.

“Please do.” He brushed by her in a haze of heat and cologne. She closed the door gently behind him. She could feel him lingering there behind her. His frame blocking the light behind them. She turned slowly, keeping her back pressed against the door, to stare at him.

He had gotten taller, even more so, since last time. He filled out in the shoulders, his arms were impressive even beneath that hoodie. He was so different, yet still the same. It brought a smile to her face to see him healthy. To see him well.

Just...to see him.

“Jooheon.” She said his name like a gentle caress, and he lost all reason. He advanced, too quickly, pinning her to the door and her hands above her head. His breaths were deep as he inhaled her scent on quivering lips.

Love the way you say my name

“Say my name again.” His tone was gruff, hinting the edge of a growl. Hinting the very edge of his restraint. “Tell me you missed me.” His eyes squeezed shut tight. The sound of their staccato breathing was so loud in the silence of this moment.

I got no more secrets.. ‘cause all night I dream about you.

“Jooheon.” She sighed against the side of his face, trying to lean further into him. She couldn’t help herself, the warmth of him. The feel of him against her and the emotions welling inside of her. “Bogoshipda..”

Love how you say you miss me

Tears.

They were hot and they burned. His grip on her hands eased as she meshed her fingers with his. Neither one knew who shed them first. Their visions blurred as their foreheads touched. “I missed you, too.” He shattered into a thousand relieved pieces as she pressed her lips against his. A tentative brush, a testing of the waters, that had her tongue slipping over his bottom lip.

He felt his muscles tighten at the delicate motion. “There wasn’t a day that went by…” A groan as she got bolder. Soon she was edging him backward, his hoodie unzipped so she could touch him. He tore it off and it fluttered into a chair. His fingers toyed at the edges of her t-shirt. She had to practically get on her tiptoes to kiss him fully.

He was done toying around at that point. They were a flurry of lips, limbs, and untapped passion as they landed on the bed. He pushed pillows against the headboard, shifting her body upward. He couldn’t count how many nights he had wanted to do this. How many times she had brought her broken, shattered heart to his doorstep. How many times he want to kiss away her sadness. How many times he wanted it to be *him* that she laughed for. To be *him* that she smiled for. He wanted to own all of her good, her bad, and be the barrier between anything that would bring her low.

Her fingers interlocked at the nape of his neck as he paused. “What is it?” She asked him whisper-quiet as he processed all of her beauty.

“I never thought..” His brow furrowed as his hands dug greedy possession into her hips. “...that this moment would ever come.” His pants hung by a prayer to the expanse of his hips. His knee pressed deeper between her legs causing a moan to roll from her throat.

“I didn’t want to keep you from your dreams, Jooheon.” Her fingers slid against the side of his face. “...and I was an idiot to try to and worry about whether I would get in the way, or ruin our friendship.” She bit her lip as her eyes glittered with unshed tears. “...you were the best thing for me.”

Scared of love but it’s ok...

He shook his head with a soft sigh. “You were my dream. I felt like if you were with me? Anything was possible.” He covered her body with his. Braced on his elbows he moved a curly strand of hair from her face. “...even from thousands of miles away. It was always you.”

See the side of me no one's ever seen

All day and all night

Pillow talk.

“It’s always been you. It should have been you from the start.” Her hands fell away to cover her face. He healed her every heartache, just so she could turn around and get hurt again. Because she was running from the things she felt. Because she didn’t want him to lose the fire of his dream. Because she thought it was for the best - a lie she told herself for one year too many.

Is this what it feels like?

His world stilled as the truth left her lips. The whole, complete, truth that he had known for so long. She had been in love with him. He hadn’t read her wrong. And he was right to keep up hope. Jooheon moved her hands away from her face wearing that boyish grin. “It took you long enough.” A rapid bewildered blink of tears before she started to laugh. His smile grew until his eyes seemed to sparkle.

“Kiss me.” She looked up at him with desire so blatant his mouth went dry. He suddenly looked at her again, really, looked at her. Her hair was crimson-hued in the lamp, spread against the pillows. Her curves fit right into his hands. Need twirling his insides into a loop as he crushed his mouth to hers. He wasn’t gentle as he removed what clothing was left on her body. Rearing back on his knees he finally got to see all of her. There was a moment where she let the back of her knuckles rest on her lips. Her free hand moving to cover perceived imperfections had him growling.

“Don’t.” His chest heaving as he held onto the dregs of restraint. “Don’t you dare hide from me.” He winced as she moved her hand away. She was luscious and soft, a temple of curves that he would worship for as long as he could. She watched Jooheon slide back to the edge of the bed. His fingers tucked into the waistband of his pants one moment, flung to the chair another.

He sprung up hot, velvety, and hard as he continued to stare at her. Memorizing each freckle, every inch, and the birthmark on her thigh. He grabbed her ankles tugging her forward to meet him at the lower part of the bed. She leaned up on her elbows as he dropped to his knees, letting her feet dance on the top of his shoulders. She felt every swipe of his tongue and every pinch of his teeth down the inside of her leg. Each leg. He tortured her with his mouth along her skin, breezing over ache between her legs. He let her taste settle on his tongue before finally pulling her even closer. His fingers digging into her thighs as he let his tongue slide against her sex.

The contact had her gripping the bed for dear life. The sound that she made pushed him onward. He had the whole of his mouth covering her, devouring her as if she was the most sacred elixir. That the taste and scent of her would heal all his woes. He could feel nails scraping his scalp as he feasted. And he didn’t stop, even though she cried out. He held her tighter as she struggled against his mouth. He could feel her pulse dancing under his fingers. He heard her call his name, a hoarse whisper. He heard her breathing intensify as she moaned his name in a rush. He felt all the blood rush to his head when she shook violently as his tongue rolled over her clit. She felt him loosen his grip and she scrambled back toward the head of the bed. Her skin was flush, her nipples peaked, and he could see the goosebumps littering her skin.

Jooheon crawled onto the bed like a tiger eyeing his prey. She was thrilled and adrenaline-fueled as she felt the need to run. He moved between her legs unable to hold himself back any longer. He grabbed her by the waist holding her steady as he slid inside of her. Crushing his mouth to swallow her cries as he buried himself to the hilt. Her legs trembled as she locked her legs around his waist.

You and I - we’ve got that thing

No one else can make me feel

Scared of love but it’s ok

Love the way you say my name

Love how you say you miss me

Is this what it feels like

No words were needed. No words could have been spoken. There were no words in any language that would have been able to quantify the sensations that moved them. The road to eternity stretched farther and farther with each thrust. Her fingers dug in, crying out, and scratched down his back as her hips lifted to meet his one last time. He flexed into those nails a hoarse sound leaving him as he felt himself go lightheaded. His pulse quickened as he filled her, clutching her body close.

He rolled to the side, keeping his arm around her.

Sweating.

Breathless.

Complete.

All his dreams had finally come true.

Is what it feels like to fall in love?

#ksmutclub #thekpopnetwork #kwritersworldnet #monsta x imagines #monsta x smut #jooheon #jooheon x reader #jooheon smut #joohoney smut #monsta x jooheon #monsta x joohoney #ambw imagines

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1heartsickfics · 4 years

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hey uuh sorry if u don’t want to do this and it’s totally fine if u don’t, but maybe another reid fic? maybe where he’s running a fever and it’s staring to mess w him and he isn’t doing great at his job bc his brain is like all muddled so morgan forces him back to the hotel bc at that point he’s just slowing them down

thanks for the prompt anon :) I decided to do this as a continuation of my last fic which you can read here

“Morgan, what do you have?” Hotch answered the phone.

“We finished the geo profile, looks like about a 2 mile radius in the center of the city,” Morgan informed him.

“Does Reid have a guess based on demographics?” Hotch asked.

“Hey Reid, can you narrow it down?” Morgan asked, pulling the phone away from his mouth.

“Narrow it down?” Reid asked, frowning.

“Yeah, demographics or something,” Morgan pressed.

“Demographics...” Reid mumbled, turning towards the map.

“Kid come on,” Morgan said impatiently.

“Somewhere around 100th avenue. Within a couple blocks,” Reid shrugged, although he wasn’t really sure his guess was worth anything. He could hardly think.

“Garcia’s looking up an address for us, we got a name from the store owner, hopefully it’ll be close to 100th. I’ll hit you back in a minute,” Hotch said, then disconnected the call.

“They’re waiting on an address for a suspect, hopefully it’ll fit,” Morgan informed Reid, who was slumped over in his chair, resting his head in the palm of his hand. The kid looked rough.

“Good, that’s good,” Reid mumbled, looking like he was fighting to keep his eyes open.

Reid jumped when Morgan’s phone rang, eyes snapping open as he sat up straight in his chair. Derek gave him a skeptical look as he answered Hotch’s call.

“Hey Hotch,” he answered, praying that the address was closer to Hotch and Prentiss than to them. Reid was in no condition to be out in the field but he couldn’t go in alone.

“1114 N Chester Boulevard. You guys are closer, we’ll meet you there,” Hotch said.

“Got it, we’re on our way,” Derek said, mind beginning to race as he cursed his bad luck.

“Is Reid okay to do this?” Hotch asked, as if reading Derek’s mind.

“Yeah, he’ll be okay,” Derek said, hoping that he was right. They were out of time.

“We’ve got an address Reid, lets go,” Morgan said, hanging up and shoving the phone back into his pocket.

Reid stood up, sluggishly pulling on his vest and strapping on his gun with clumsy hands. Morgan could tell that he was shaking. This was not going to go very well.

They quickly got into the SUV, although Derek could tell that Reid was seriously dragging. His eyes were hazy and unfocused, like he could pass out any second, and there was sweat beading on his forehead. J.J. had given them a worried look as they’d walked past her, but hadn’t said anything. She knew as well as they did that if they didn’t get to this girl in the next hour she’d be dead.

“Alright kid, I need you to be straight with me okay? Can you do this?” Morgan asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“I think so,” Reid said.

Morgan sighed, “That’s not very reassuring Reid.”

“Well I really don’t feel well, but we don’t have a choice do we?” Reid said, slumping against the door as Morgan drove.

“Yeah, we don’t,” Morgan echoed, praying to anyone who was watching that the kid was able to handle this so they could save the girl.

Morgan reached the address and hurriedly parked on the street in front of the house. He jumped out of the car, already pulling his gun out as Reid stumbled out of the passenger door, reaching for his gun as well as they started to head towards the house.

“Just stay behind me and try not to pass out,” Morgan said as they reached the door.

“Copy,” Reid mumbled.

“FBI!” Morgan yelled as he kicked open the door. Reid was on his heels as he entered the house, clearing the room quickly before moving to the next one. They made it through the whole house, finding it empty. The girl wasn’t here.

“Morgan!” Hotch yelled from the front of the house.

“She’s not here,” Morgan said in frustration, storming past Hotch onto the driveway, Reid in tow. Hotch frowned as their resident genius walked past him. He knew immediately that Reid should not be out in the field.

“Reid. What happened to 100th avenue? This isn’t anywhere close,” Hotch called after him.

“What?” Reida asked, stumbling as he tried to turn around to face his boss. Derek caught him by the arm, grabbing his vest to hold him up as he continued to sway from the vertigo.

“Alright, that’s it, I’m taking you back to the hotel,” Derek said, steering Reid towards their SUV.

“He shouldn’t have been here,” Hotch said.

“I know,” Derek sighed, shutting the door once he’d gotten Reid situated.

“Go, get him in bed, then meet us back at the station. Hopefully Garcia will find another address for this guy,” Hotch told him.

“Right,” Derek headed towards the drivers side, pausing when Hotch called to him again.

“And Derek?” Hotch asked. Derek turned, cringing as the use of his first name. With Hotch, that meant he was in trouble. “We’ll talk about this later.”

Morgan winced, giving Hotch a nod before he got in the car, backing out and heading towards their hotel. He knew he should’ve forced Reid to go back a long time ago, or at least not let him go out in the field. He just wanted to save this girl so bad and he knew that the longer they took the less likely that she’d be alive when they found her.

“You doing okay kid?” he asked when Reid groaned from next to him.

“Head hurts,” Reid grunted.

“Migraine?” Morgan asked, knowing he had a tendency to get those when he was sick. Reid didn’t answer, just groaned softly, which gave Morgan his answer.

When he pulled into the hotel, he parked quickly, then walked over to the passenger side to open Reid’s door. He helped the kid out, holding him steady. The last thing they needed was for him to pass out in the parking lot.

Slowly, they made their way inside and up to the room that they were sharing. Morgan deposited Reid onto the bed, then dug around in Reid’s bag to find a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.

“Go change, then you can sleep,” Morgan said, thrusting the clothes into Reid’s arms and shoving him towards the bathroom.

When Reid came back out, he somehow looked even more sick. His skin was pale, ashen even, dark circles under his eyes, hair mused up from changing his clothes. He didn’t seem very steady on his feet, so Morgan grabbed him by the waist and led him back over to the bed.

“I’m sorry,” Reid mumbled as he clumsily pulled back the covers and sat down.

“Don’t. It was my fault, I should’ve told Hotch that you weren’t field ready,” Morgan shook his head.

“Should’ve been able to know that myself,” Reid insisted.

“We’re all too damn stubborn kid, it’s alright,” Morgan said, pushing on Reid’s shoulder until he was laying down. “Just try to sleep, okay pretty boy? J.J. will be over later to check on you if I can’t get back,” he added.

“Mmhmm,” Reid hummed, already half asleep. Morgan sighed, mentally kicking himself for not being more forceful earlier. Reid should’ve been in bed hours ago.

#sick reid #spencer reid #caretaker morgan #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #hotch #hotchner #criminal minds #bau

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purrfectstrangers · 3 years

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Another great story from Gamzanon! I dunno what I did to deserve to pot all their short stories, but I'm happy to bring you yet another~

As always, be aware this is vore and digestion heavy, so readers squeamish about that, catch a different one <3

Fanboy Bellies

(I'm so sorry for the delay. My muse for the Dave prompt just flat out died... so here's a Hiveswap story instead. It's my first time writing these characters, so I hope it satisfies~)

[You literally always satisfy, my dude ;3]

Zebede couldn't believe that this was really happening.

He was to attend a Cirava Hermod concert. Cirava. Hermod. The vaporwave legend that had defined a generation was going to appear live on stage. And he was going to be able to see them. It was almost, no, it was completely unbelievable. Zebede was practically vibrating where he stood. With his round shape and his black and yellow color scheme, he already looked like a bee. Now he almost sounded like one too.

A pair of grey fingers snapped impatiently in front of his face, dragging Zebede back into reality.

"♤Are you just going to stand there all night? I need you to pull your weight here!♤"

"i'm sorry. i spaced out."

Yes, that's right. He wasn't here to just to see Cirava.

You see, Cirava was an online musician. The only reason they were at a concert was because they were challenged to a rap battle by one Marvus Xoloto.

Such an event naturally attracted fans of all stripes, including one particularly obsessive blueblood. Both Zebruh and Zebede wanted to... meet their respective idols, so the two decided to hatch a plan. Or, rather, Zebruh dragged Zebede into his.

"♢Now, do you remember the plan?♢"

Even when crouching behind a wall, Zebruh was still a lot taller then the young yellowblood. Enough so that he could probably rest his head in between Zebede's horns in the right position. Zebede pulled a jar of bees out of his hoodie pocket, taking a deep, steadying breath as he tried to focus.

"ok guyz. i need you to do me thiz one big favor." Zebede whispered into the jar. "please." With another steadying breath, Zebede pulled off the lid.

The loudly buzzing swarm flew off around the corner, leaving Zebruh and Zebede to watch as security noticed the cloud.

"Wha-what the Hell!"

The large purple guard shielding their face as the swarm clouded around their head, twitching and twisting hither, thither, and fro in a desperate attempt to keep the bees out of their eyes. "Dammit! Leave me alone!" The clown swung their club wildly in a vain attempt to keep the bugs out of their eyes. They ran off cussing and flailing as the swarm persisted in its assault.

The two Zs waited for the buzzing to fall out of earshot before commenting.

"♧...I'm going to be honest... that shouldn't have worked.♧"

"you'd be suprised. they're pretty reliable."

The two stood up and approached the Staff Only door. That was it. The one obstacle between them and their idols.

"♡I suppose this is where we part ways.♡" Zebruh gave a big dramatic bow, making sure to adjust his bowtie along the way. "♡As a lowblood ally, it has been my honor to unite a yellow fellow with his idol. I do hope you keep this favor in mind in the future.♡"

If Zebede noticed the slightly sinister intone of his voice, he didn't say so. "oh, yez. i will. honest, thiz iz the nicest anyone'z been to me for a very long time." His face deflated and his smile fell. "...it'z also the longest anyone haz ever interacted with me in a long time, come to think of it."

Zebruh pushed the door open, dramatically ushering him inside. "♡When we meet up again, we can interact plenty.♡" He winked and, again, adjusted his bowtie. "♡Until then, I have a date with a popular, promiscuous purpleblood.♡"

As the two walked in separate directions through the backstage area, a telltale gurgle escaped their guts and echoed down the halls. It's not every day you get to meet a celebrity. They're not going to waste this opportunity~

Cirava exhaled another puff of smoke, their room positively flooding with polluted green air. The condensed heat threatened to cook them alive as it left their form drenched in sweat. They let out a long, satisfied sigh as the drugs filtered through their body. Yeah, that was the stuff. A good smoke always got their head in the game before a song.

The door creaking open didn't catch their attention, but sudden loud coughing did. Cirava rolled their head over to see a round little troll waving smoke out of his face as his coughed and wheezed. They just stared as Zebede got his barrings again, watching his eyes widen as the two made eye contact. "well you're not security".

Zebede nervously rubbed the back of his head as he dared to step closer, waving smoke out of his face again when he had to suppress a cough. The room's heat was making him sweat just as much as his nerves were as he cleared his throat. "um, hi? zebede tongza. i'm a big fan."

Zebede held out his hand timidly, which Cirava shook without any fan fare, leaving Zebede to stare at his hand in awe as they pulled back. "cirava hermod. but im guessing you knew that lmao."

Zebede's face slowly split into a grin. "yeah... yeah! it'z good to finally meet you." Cirava stood, popping their back as they casually stretched.

"dont mention it. youre cool. had me a little worried when you showed up without a pass tho." Zebede looked away, either embarrassed or ashamed. Cirava was too busy fishing a piece of paper from their pocket to care. "here's your autograph." They said nonchalantly. Zebede grabbed their wrist instinctively.

Zebede's mind sputtured and spurred to a halt as he stared.

Right there, on that small piece of paper, in a lowercase, golden font, was the Cirava Hermod's name.

Cirava Hermod's autograph.

Cirava Hermod is giving him their autograph.

Just as Zebede began to process that information, a scent crept into his nose.

A heavy, mouthwatering scent. A smell more intoxicating then the poisonous green smoke that surrounded him.

It was Cirava's scent. And they smelled wonderful.

Zebede's stomach growled.

"hey are you gonna let go sometime soon?"

Zebede looked up. "oh. sorry." Zebede plucked the note out of Cirava's grasp before pocketing. Now, he held their hand in front of him like a nice big burger. "i swear i'm sorry about thiz, but... i can't pasz thiz opportunity up."

With that, he promptly shoved Cirava's hand into his maw.

Cirava tried to pull their hand out as Zebede slobered all over it, savoring their flavor. "what the fuck." Cirava tried to pry his mouth open, only for Zebede to grab his free hand and shovel it into his mouth. "alright seriously. let go!" Zebede was pulled out of his blissful stupor as Cirava continued to struggle and shout. He shrugged apologetically before grabbing them by the horns and pulling their entire head into his mouth. He could risk them attracting any guards, or else he'd take his time savoring their taste.

Cirava's horns bulged out his cheeks as they thrashed around back and forth. Their feet beat desperately against the floor as his tongue coated their face in golden saliva. Zebede almost moaned as their salty, sweaty flavor overloaded his taste buds. Their scent continued to drift directly into his nose, leaving him drooling around his thrashing meal. It wasn't long before he greedily shoveled Cirava's head down his throat.

Zebede was already so pudgy that you couldn't tell from the outside looking in that Cirava's hands had reached his gut. At most, you'd be able to hear their muffled yelling coming from his midsection, but Zebede didn't notice that either. He was too busy slobbering on Cirava's torso. Still, even as caught up in his gluttonous fever as he was, still tried to avoid loosening their binder.

Another swallow finally distended his gut a little bit. Cirava's head outlined in his ballooning gut as they continued to swear and scream. His gut gurgled eagerly as Zebede closed in on those limply kicking legs. It wouldn't be long now.

Zebede tilted his head backwords and slurped up those flailing limbs like noodles. His gut completely ballooned out as his entire meal fell into it at once, forcing a massive belch out of his mouth. Zebede's gut gurgled eagerly around his vainly struggling celebrity snack, giving him time to catch his breath. The air had sense cleared, the green smoke drifting out of the open doorway, allowing Zebede to hyperventilate as what he just did caught up with him.

"i... ate you." Zebede's eyes began to shine, his face splitting into a massive, ear-reaching grin. "i actually are you. thiz iz so cool!"

Zebede belched again, not even stopping to be embarrassed as he began massaging his thrashing gut. "you were do deliciouz and juicy and filling... thiz iz amzaing! you were everything i thought you'd be."

Even with his body weighed down by a stomach that nearly doubled him in size, Zebede managed to bounce up and down on the balls of his feet. "i've wanted to eat you for so long, ever sense i first saw you, and now, oh, thank you so much!"

Zebede pulled his gut into a tight hug, resting his head atop Cirava's. "thankz for everything. you've made me the happiest troll on alternia."

If Cirava had any response to that, it was drowned out by Zebede's grumbling gut.

Marvus blinked as he examined himself in the mirror, carefully checking his face paint for any imperfections. It was something he took seriously, even with his laid back personality. His face was on billboards. He couldn't afford a smudge.

Even still, his laid back smile didn't drop as he heard his door creak open. "Zeb. Bro. Buddy. Didn't I tell u bout comin back here?" Zebruh froze in the doorway, hand instinctively grasping at his bowtie to steady himself. He took a deep breath before walking in.

"♡Oh, come on, darling. If you'd only give me a chance I...♡" Zebruh paused as Marvus spun around in his chair. The clown's posture was relaxed. His face was perfectly calm. He still had that lazy, carefree smile on his face. It just mad his red eyes stand out that much more.

"Thought I made it clear I don't want u round here." Marvus stood up. His massive body towering a full head over Zebruh. "Thought we'd had dis convo bout thirty times now. Round thirty two or so?"

Zebruh backed up against the wall, about to open his mouth in protest when the singer unsheathed the sword from his cane. His chin was made to rest on the blade as Marvus leaned on over him. The body heat coming off of him was palpable and Zebruh could smell the sweat running down his skin, some of it trying and failing to seep out from under his paint. "Zeb. I'm gon give it to ya straight. I don't want ur blud on me. I just cleaned dis suit. I justabout got my paint on. And I don't wanna get my hair gunked up. So I'm gonna let ya turn round now, kay?"

Zebruh forced himself to meet those eyes as they bore into him. Everything about this was starting to drive him mad. The heat of his breath, the size of his body, and that sweet smell.

Zebruh's stomach growled.

Taking his silence as an affirmation, Marvus plopped himself back down in his seat, picking at his face in the mirror. Zebruh practically throttled his tie as his tried to catch his breath, blood pumping in his ears as his stomach roared once again.

He always wanted to eat Marvus. Ever sense he saw Marvus he'd want to eat him.

But that smell.

He could practically taste it.

Marvus didn't notice Zebruh approach him not until his chair swirled around and his vision was suddenly eclipsed by dark blue slime. Zebruh moaned as his tongue lavished the idol's face, smearing his facepaint as it mixed with his sweat on Zebruh's taste buds, creating an intoxicating flavor that left the blueblood drooling.

Zebruh could've tasted his head for hours... if Marvus's hands hadn't clamped onto his neck.

Laid back or not, Marvus was still a purple blood. A purple blood who had no more patience for Zebruh's shenanigans. Zebruh tried to pry his hands open, but it did nothing to deter the bigger, stronger clown as he stood up and squashed Codakk's windpipe.

In a moment of panic, Zebruh kneed Xoloto in the gut, knocking his grip loose long enough for Zebruh's maw to wrap around those broad shoulders. Zebruh moaned again as his tongue slid across Marvus's chest, coating his pecs in blue saliva.

Zebruh kicked Marvus's discarded cane aside as he saw the clown grope for it before swallowing again. His gut bulged out from under his suit, showing off the outline of Marvus's face for all to see as Zebruh savored his now helpless meal.

Zebruh swallowed again, leaving only Marvus's kicking legs free from his maw. He spun around and planted himself in the chair, tilting his head up to let gravity drag Marvus's ass across his tongue. He chewed and kneaded that taught bubble butt as it slipped into his throat, before casually slurping up those pesky flailing legs.

The ensuing belch was nearly loud and crass enough to shatter the mirror. Blue spit flew everywhere as the clown curled up inside his new home. Zebruh shamelessly moaned as he felt the struggles start up. "♡Darling. You tasted so much better then you had any right too."

Zebruh spun around and admired his giant gut in the mirror. Following the outline of Marvus's struggles as his hands massaged his tightly wrapped form. "◇Now, I know this must be hard for you. But I can hardly call myself an ally if I don't treat castes equally. And I've eaten quite a few lowbloods in my day." Zebruh swiped Marvus's hat off the mirror and rested it over his eyes. He reclined the chair back and pat his gut again.

"♡Please, darling. Kick back. Relax. And enjoy your stay. I promise I'll take good care of you~♡"

Both Zebruh and Zebede enjoyed every second of digestion. Zebede simply couldn't stop gushing about Cirava's work while Zebruh smoothly soothed Marvus's every move.

This continued even as punches turned to pleads and anger melted into fear. Zebruh was always happy to hear his food beg. Zebede was just happy to listen to his idol at all.

As the hours ticked by and the guts rounded out, the two Z's examined their gains. They flaunted their heavier behinds with pride and declared that they would never shed these pounds.

As the fanboys gathered their mementos, collected discarded laptops and canes, their guts gurgled eagerly.

They licked their lips and wondered if they'd see their fellow fanboy on the way out. Because they both had plenty of room for desert~

#//digestion #//vore #submission

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If the summer of our lives could just come again, ch31

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Winterfell

Everyone was beyond exhausted. Bags under the eyes, sluggish movements and dim conversation had become the norm.

Then the mammoth showed up. It’s stride barely even notices the trench, now widened the earth shaking.

The Free Folk all hope that the Night King did not count any of the giants among his soldiers.

Ygritte’s arm shakes as she looses arrow after arrow trying to fell the beast. All the others in line do the same. The arm she took the arrow in has begun to feel warm, but she does not fear corruption so much as reopening the wound.

It’s just as the beast over the castle walls has been hit enough to stumble, that Rowan comes behind the archers to warn of an impending call to the trees, so that they could kneel and brace themselves.

The first time they had had an archer fall clear over the ramparts, his neck broken. He’d risen far too quickly, and they’d been forced to burn him. Remembering it made the hair on the back of Ygritte’s neck stand up. They still hadn’t seen any sign of the Night King.

Close to the pull of sleep, Arya had told her once about it before, muttering with her eyes half closed about how she had stabbed him with her little dagger and he had shattered as if made of glass.

This time, Arya is woken from sleep by the shaking of the earth. She sputters a bit before turning to Ygritte.

“Do they need me back?”

Ygritte shakes her head. Better to let her sleep. Arya was a damn good archer, but there wasn’t much that could be done until the snow let up and the visibility improved.

Other than trying to keep them from climbing the walls.

In the Great Hall, Ned’s shoulder still burned, even as he left his cot. He went against Maester Luwin’s advice the minute he’d heard.

The Hunter’s gate was overrun. Val and the other Free Folk were cutting down all they could see, slashing and cutting down the wights left and right.

“Best we’re trying is to let the bodies pile up and block the opening,” she tells him, hacking at a wight dragging along the ground with her dragon glass axe. “And once they do, we’ll set fire to the lot.”

The plan works, to Ned’s shock. Once the fire is burning and the pile stops twitching, several of the largest of the Free Folk make to block the broken gate with empty wagons full of whatever they can find to weigh them down.

But while they are doing this, a cluster of wights have made their way inside the keep.

The one Ned sees used to be a woman, he thinks. She lumbers, jumping on a young squire from behind, before one of the other squires slices her skull from the rest of her, and scooping her remains into the fire.

With a start, Ned realizes the fighter carrying the dismembered wight is Rickon. His youngest son is now a figured smeared in dirt and blood, his hair slicked with sweat and snow.

Ned spins, following the sounds of the screams, the clang of steel, waiting to find a target he could direct them to. Eventually, a scream he recognizes pierces through.

He follows as fast as he can, finding Robb on the ground, a wight’s teeth sunk into one arm, his other flailing, trying to reach his sword where it had fallen. His arm is already beginning to take on an icy hue.

Ned’s muscles snap as he springs as fast as he can. But his movement isn’t necessary, as the wight is seized by one of the Free Folk and pulled away. But even as the threat is gone, Ned sees Robb’s arm, torn to bits, with lines running down it glowing an eerie unworldly blue.

The sight makes him freeze nearly, the sight of his first born child, the sounds of the battle rattling in the back of his head. His stillness is interrupted when Val comes to him, picks up the sword from the cobblestones and in a single quick movement, with barely a grunt of effort and a sickening crack, severs Robb’s arm at the shoulder.

His screams ring out through Winterfell.

“Give me your torch,” she tells one of the Free Folk, and Ned watches as she holds the fire to the wound until it seals and the smell of perverse cooked meat fills the air.

“Help me get him to the Great Hall,” she orders, and though Ned moves to help, he realizes Val’s words were directed at Gendry off beside him, who takes the fallen torch in one hand, and carefully lift’s Robb’s uninjured arm over his shoulder.

Once they are out of sight, that part of the keep is once again quiet of screams, at least for this moment. Ned’s shoulder burns worse than before.

Ned is later glad that he isn’t on the east side when it happens.

Brienne watches later as Gendry pulls two soldiers onto the back of his horse.

“The same fever?” she asks him. An illness of some sort had been passing through those stationed on the east side. With no time for proper food or rest, those who caught it had been dropping like flies. Brienne feared it wouldn’t be too long before it spread to other parts of the keep.

Gendry nods.

“Luwin’s having me quarantine them in one hallway outside the Great Hall. He fears them infecting the injured.”

He doesn’t tell her about the one he’d left a few days ago who had had a violent seizure when he’d come to check on them, his limbs shaking and mumbling fever dreams.

He nods to Brienne before turning to leave with the ill men.

Brienne surveys the meager forces manning the east wall again, as if by going through them again, they might suddenly grow, might suddenly be less haggard and starved.

As if they somehow might stand a chance.

As Brienne dismounts to go and check the archers on this side of the wall, the ground shakes, but not like before. Not like what the trees did.

And she hears the telltale sounds of stone beginning to crumble. The tiny chinks that have built up as the dead continued to slam and pile up against it, until parts of the east wall begin to crack and fall.

In the Godswood, Jon wakes with a start, to find Rowan shaking him.

“Your glove began to peel off,” she tells him, and he rights it. “You must be careful of frostbite.”

Yes, Jon thinks, frostbite.

Even trying to reclaim his tiny bits of sleep, he reaches out to the outside. He sees the second mammoth, the one who rammed the east wall and caused it to begin to crumble, and his eyes snap awake.

The trees don’t know too much of what to make of the Night King, other than he is heading south, fast, far too fast. Jon thanks all the gods that he seems to be limited by normal means of transportation.

The trees speak again to Jon now, unbidden. They say they will help again, but he does not understand their words this time. He feels the touch they would give to him, the assurance. That what they are about to do will take a lot out of him, and that he should brace himself, but not just physically.

Stumbling wildly out of the visions, Jon backs himself to the trunk of the weirwood, and lowers himself to the ground. Rowan presses closer to his side, and with his eyes trailing shut once again, Jon wishes Ygritte could be here with him too.

When the images pass through his mind, images of another him and another battle, he just lets it slip through him.

Greywater Watch

Sansa and Shireen pour over the harp for days that turn into weeks that turn into months.

“I learned to play in King’s Landing,” Sansa muses, “From Leonette Fossoway. But I was so anxious and frightened all the time, I’m afraid I was quite a poor student.”

“I learned a bit in lessons as a girl,” Shireen adds, “But not too much. I wanted to learn the lute instead.”

And a frozen bog in hiding from the rising dead isn’t quite the best place to try and relearn, but they do what they can.

“Great-grandfather’s fiddle’s around here somewhere,” Meera tells Jojen one afternoon when the soft pings of the plucked strings are ringing out again.

“Waiting for a Reed who’s not an embarrassment to the art of music,” Jojen agrees.

At that moment, the scene is interrupted by Bran sticking his head in from outside and calling out to Sansa. He’s holding a rolled up scroll from the leg of a bird, so Meera and Jojen both follow Sansa to find out what’s going on.

Shireen looks around the table and realizes she’s alone again. Oh well, it never lasts long, there’s not too many places to hide in a keep this size.

It doesn’t even last five minutes, as Lord Reed re-enters from the back end and sits on the opposite side of the table from her.

Shireen nods, and greets him. She never learned too much about House Reed, aside from its allegiance to the north, but they’ve been good enough hosts.

There’s a long bit of silence, when he asks.

“You’re an only child aren’t you Shireen?”

Shireen nods. She remembers having always wanted siblings, but thinking on her parents as nearly an adult, she suspects it might be better that she didn’t.

“I heard about your father at the Wall. I’m sorry.”

Shireen nods again. She’s tried so hard not to think about it.

“With him gone, I guess I should go home to Dragonstone after this. I don’t know if my mother- I should probably just try and do my duty.”

Howland studies her. His gaze isn’t penetrating, but she still feels exposed.

“Is that what you want though?”

She smiles softly.

“I don’t want my house to die out, though I did think I would have a little more time...When I was little, I used to listen to Maester Cressen talk about his training, and I wished I could go to the citadel. I know they don’t let women in, but I always thought maybe I could sneak in at night, or something of the sort. I do at least have a huge stack of writings that I might be able to convince them to be worth reading now.”

Howland’s face has turned serious, and Shireen wonders what it was she’d said. The others have returned from whatever was being carried on the raven, but are on the other side of the room. He watches as Shireen tries to catch Jojen’s eye, hoping for a hint of if the letter was important.

“Are the two of you close?”

Shireen’s face turns pink.

“We’ve found some...very unusual common ground.”

Howland puts his face in his hands. His voice softens so the others don’t over hear, but is unexpectedly rough,

“When this is over, and you leave this place...convince him to go with you, in whatever capacity that is.”

Shireen blinks in shock.

“Don’t you want him home, safe?”

“Of course I do. But I don’t think he will be safe if he’s home. It’s not so bad here in the winter, but come spring...this environment is harsh. Illnesses spread through us like wildfire. In the spring the swamp gas rises. Jojen’s already fallen to Greywater fever once. I don’t worry about Meera, she’s strong-”

Shireen chuckles. A few days prior, Meera had climbed part way onto the roof of the keep to free Una when she had become entangled in a snare, with very little regard to her rapidly swelling abdomen.

“But Jojen never has been. He was always a fragile boy. And even though his mother and I always told him how important his visions were...we all knew that this was not a good place for him. I don’t want him to leave home and die like last time, but I want him to die earlier than he needs to even less.”

Shireen watches the others, solemn.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

The moons go on, and Sansa and her can’t make heads or tails of the harp. Once, when Sansa plays, Shireen notes that one of the runes on the side seems to light up, but despite her scribbling it down as fast as she can, they have yet to get that reaction from any of the other runes.

One morning, one the Reed’s lookouts come to report that men have been spotted marching along the causeway from the south.

“What? What banners are they carrying?” Sansa demands.

The lookout couldn’t see them in the snow, so Bran sends Una south.

When she reaches the men, Bran reports.

“House Tyrell, but they aren’t displaying their banners, I could only tell by their armor. And they’re being led by Jamie Lannister.”

The distaste in his voice is prominent.

“Should we tell the men to try and stop them from getting through?” Meera asks.

There’s a long pause.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Bran says slowly. “They’re not traveling under the banner of the crown. We should at least see what happens if they make it through and encounter the Others.”

There are nods all around. Bran spends the next weeks in and out of Una trying to discover why a company of soldiers, but not from King’s Landing, would be coming north.

One night when he had left her and nearly immediately fallen asleep, he dreams of the Night King coming for him in the Godswood. It wakes him in a cold sweat.

He’s just managed to calm his heart, when he realizes Meera’s sitting up on her side of the bed, hunched over.

“Hey-” he reaches out to touch her on the shoulder. “Is it the babe, should we call for the midwife?”

She shakes her head, and Bran sighs in relief. She should have at least a moon’s turn left.

“It was back before, when I left Winterfell,” her voice shakes. “It was snowing so hard, and I could barely sleep. I hadn’t slept alone, or been alone at all really, in so long…”

He rubs his hand along her shoulder and reaches for his cane beside the bed.

“Come on, lets get some tea.”

But when they reach the table, they aren’t alone.

Shireen’s muttering about fire, and Sansa says something about the crypts. But it’s not just them, but others within the keep, awake and speaking quietly.

Jojen is the last to join them, looking confused at everyone else.

When he sits, his only words are.

“That was a green dream. But I’ve never had one like that before.”

“Doesn’t make sense,” Sansa responds, “The things we saw really happened.”

There’s a long silence, interrupted only by the rustling of the others waking.

“But only you lot remember that these things happened,” Shireen says slowly, “The rest of us see this as new.”

They sit in silence again as this washes over them.

White Harbour

At White Harbour, Theon sits up with a jolt. They’re still on the ship, surveying before they disembark.

In the dark, he gropes his way out of the cabin before finding Yara on watch. Her eyes meet his, and her terror he feels must be mirrored on his own.

Yara stares at him steadily, before looking back out to the land in front of them.

“We do not sow. Remember our house words. We are here, we are Ironborn. We will not go down with the dead.”

Her words are enough, at least safely at sea.

Gliding on the air above them all, Danaerys jumps when her vision shifts, finding herself aboard Rhaegal again instead of Drogon like she had in the vision, and wonders at what could have made that seemingly small thing different. Much moreso, she is confused by the memory of her own feelings, her nearly arrogant certainty. She steels herself in the darkness, running a hand along Rhaegal’s scales. It would be wrong to admit she has no such certainty now.

The Kingsroad

Jamie’s arm is too light. This is the first thing that registers when he wakes. His arm is too light and it seems to flop around of its own accord.

But it’s not just his arm weighing him down, but the memory of Cersei’s betrayal.

She had begged him to find a way to stop Father sending her back to Casterly Rock, and he’d been plagued by guilt over it. Now he questions why. His whole life he’d tried to spend in her service, and what did he get in return for it? Now with this memory, though hazy and rapidly fading, his guilt begins to lighten.

When the first light comes, he orders the men on. His guilt does begin to rise, when he recalls what he suspects they will find at the end of the Kingsroad.

King’s Landing

Margaery had found the necklace among her things ages ago, and she had also noticed the stone that came loose. She had kept it in her personal effects, close, planning to bide her time.

In the moons since she had sent Jamie away, Joffrey had become increasingly paranoid. Rambling on during council meetings about the rumors and correspondences with the Targaryen girl, even lashing out after being reprimanded by his Hand, his own grandfather.

She spends several days observing routines, finding the best time. Night time would be too obvious, too many servants who might take the blame.

The visions that pass over them all don’t even seem to phase Joffrey at all, to Margaery’s disgust. Breakfast provides the perfect distraction. Especially since breakfast today is fried fish, complete with their tiny bones.

Especially since it seems everyone else in the keep awoke in the same fugue state Margaery found herself in. Her maid had looked at her as though she had seen a ghost. She fingers the jewel tucked into her pocket. Her dream did nothing but spur her on.

In the Great Hall, everyone has gathered among the breakfast spread, no one much meeting others eyes and bumbling about, confused. Only Joffrey is already eating, licking the greasy batter of the fried fish from his fingers.

The jewel dropped its way easily into the goblet of red wine. She hasn’t even have the opportunity to sit down before Joffrey’s hand snatches it away.

“Far too early for a queen. Wouldn’t want you ending up like my dearest mother.”

Margaery lets him take the goblet and place it to his lips. And she waits.

Winterfell

Ned’s shoulder burns anew when he wakes. At least he knows he’s alive.

Robb jerks awake on the cot in the Great Hall. Only an arm, at least there’s that.

Gendry doesn’t even quit moving as he drags a man with a broken leg from the rubble of the east wall.

Brienne grips her sword tighter, the word ‘knight’ echoing in her mind.

Up on the ramparts, Arya stares straight ahead. She squeezes the dagger at her waist, and dares the Night King to come this time.

Beside her, Ygritte rolls on her side and mutters, “Gods, I hope someone killed that fuckin’ kid.”

In the Broken Tower, Benjen stares across the horizon, looking for the figure he imagines must still be coming for him.

In the Godswood, Jon touches his stomach and chest where the stab wounds had been, takes a deep breath, and tells the trees thank you.

“Do you think this will help?” he asks them, the tongue feeling more natural on voice now somehow.

“Unknown. But we’ve done what we can.”

Jon hopes that it’s enough.

#game of thrones #A Song of Ice and Fire #time travel fix it #gendrya #fic

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queenraikichi94 · 4 years

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A song to heal a tired soul 15 (Raikichi x Piers)

Rated: Teen and mature

Warning: Bad language

Note: Raikichi is around 25 years old

-------------PART 15------------------

-----------RAIKICHI’S POV-------

Where I was? I couldn’t see through all the darkness, but then, I felt cold. It was...Water? Was I in the water? I tried to swim to the surface, but I couldn’t. Something made me keeping going down. I tried to shout, but the air left my lungs. I was drowning as I tried to keep swimming, and while everything turned black again, I felt again my lungs empty of air...

-----------PIERS’ POV------------

I slowly opened my eyes when I felt that Raikichi was moving, and they went wide and full opened when I saw that she has fighting for breath. She was moving her arms as she tried to breath, trapped in a terrible nightmare. I quickly took her in my arms, holding her close to me. “Hey, babe, listen to my voice” I said but without success. “Please, Raikichi, breath. Breath, love, please...” I kept talking to her, tears in my eyes cause I didn’t know what to do in that moment “KABU!!” I cried loudly as I held my girlfriend and when Kabu rushed into the room after hearing me, he quickly went at our side “She’s choking...I can’t wake up her...”

“Grab her firmly” he said as he went quickly to the kitchen and then, he returned with a small package

“What’s that?” I asked as he opened it a bit and then, I rose an eyebrow when I smelled it “Incense?”

“Yeah...It will help her with her nightmares...” he said as he made her to smell the incense and when we saw that he took a very big breath before starting to breath well, both of us sighed in relief “Have this next to you in case of more nightmares”

“Alright...Kabu?” I asked as I put Raikichi again on the bed

“Yes?”

“This happened before, right? I ask it cause you knew how to calm her...”

Kabu looked at me and sigh before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Yeah...It was when she was a child and she was living in Sinnoh...She was playing in the forest and then, she fell into the water. She was still learning to swim, and the current of the river was strong, so Raikichi couldn’t make her way to the edge. I was visiting her family and when in that moment, I was looking for her cause she ran away pursuing a Pichu and I had to find her...Then I heard her crying for help...I tried to rescue her but I couldn’t reach her...Until I launched to the water and grabbed her without thinking it. Thankfully, I managed to get her out of the water and in that moment, I saw a Pokemon that had been watching us”

“A Pokemon? What Pokemon?” I asked curious

“Suicune” he said “Suicune, the Legendary Pokemon, was watching us, like if it was going to act but stopped when he saw me rescuing my niece...Of course, she surpassed that, and she turned to be a very good skilled swimmer...But it was hard seeing her scared from water.”

“But you fear that maybe she can have again that fear right now cause her nightmares, right?”

Kabu nodded and then, he sighed as he stood up “I’ll be in my room. If you need something...”

I nodded and Kabu left the room. I lied next to Raikichi, hoping that she wouldn’t have more nightmares. My girlfriend, my muse, the woman that got me out of my shell and the most brave person I’ve ever met...I would do everything for her, and if that included helping her with her trauma and fear with water, I would do all I had in my hands to help her.

-------------RAIKICHI’S POV----------

I woke up with a rough cough that made my Glaceon to be on alert and now I was been held by Piers’ Obstagoon who handled me a bottle with water. I took it with trembling hands and after taking few sips, I let Obstagoon to put it back on the night table before putting me back to the bed. “Thanks...” I said and I yawned as I stretched a bit before noticing the sweet scene of incense in the room. I looked around and I spotted the small pouch of incense in the other night table, the one on Piers’ side. I recognized the incense since I remembered its smell when I had nightmares. Then I remembered the nightmare I had last night. I couldn’t remember if I used to have that type of nightmares before, but something was familiar...I tried to remember what Pokemon took me out of the water when I fell due the attack I recieved from that Gigantamax Toxtricity, but what Pokemon saved me? I tried to remember it, but the memories were blurred...Poers said that it was Primarina, but my mind was not allowing me to remember that.

“Fuck it...”

“If ya are swearing like that, means that you’re felling better” Piers said entering in the room. He was still on his sleeping clothes, meaning that he probably had woken up before, and his hair was wet, so he had taken a bath. “Did you sleep well?”

“If we ignore that nightmare...Yes, I slept well”

“Then is time to have a bath” Piers said as he picked me in bridal style

“Piers, babe, I can walk, ya know”

“Remember what happened when you tried to walk two days after you woke up?”

“Touché”

He laughed softly as he took me to the bathroom. Once there he sat me down on a stool, he made sure that the water of the bathtub was warm enough and then, he started to undress me after closing the door. I have some purple marking on my skin, markings that showed thhe places were I got hit when I was attacked that day. I looked to the water and a shiver ran through all my body. Then Piers got naked himself and picked me again, but when I saw the water more near of me, my body started to remble as I clenched into him, my nails piercing his skin. He hissed but didn’t drop me to the floor. “Easy, babe, easy” he said, trying to calm me down “I’m with ya, don’t worry”

“Piers, please, don’t put me on the water, don’t put on the water” I said, trembling more

“Listen, Raikichi, I’m with you, ‘kay?” Piers said softly “I’m going to put you slowly in the bathtub, and then you’ll hold on those bars in order to let me enter the bathtub and putting myself behind you”

“No, Piers, no no, please, don’t put me on the water”

Piers kissed my forehead as he hummed one of his songs trying to calm me down. His Obstagoon and his Toxtricity were there to help us along with my Glaceon, who was worried about me. Slowly, my boyfriend put me on the water, and despite of me trying to keep on his arms-and with that scratching his back a bit-I had to hold on the bars, making a grip so tight that my knuckles went white. Then, Piers entered after me, sitting behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, but I couldn’t release my grip from the bars. “Raikichi, I’m holding you. You can release your hands now”

I swallowed as I nodded and then, I released my hands from the bars and quickly put them on his arms. Piers kissed my neck before trying to get some shampoo, but my grip on his arm didn’t allow him. “Darling, you’re not going to drown here...I’m with you...So please, let me get the shampoo and wash your hair...” he whispered and then, I released my grip slowly before hugging Glaceon when she jumped into de water. Piers started to wash my hair gently as I stroke Glaceon’s fur. Obstagoon and Toxtricity watched, worried about me having another attack like the one I had moments ago. Then, my boyfriend removed the soap and started slowly to wash my body. “Easy there, babe...” he said as he washed my body with care. Once he was done, he exited the bathtub, and I tried to grab his arms “Calm down, babe” he said as he put a bath robe on him before taking a big towel that he gave to Obstagoon.

“D-Don’t leave me in the water...”

“I won’t, babe” he said taking me out of the water, his Obstagoon quickly wrapping the towel around me. Piers hugged me beofre helping me getting dry as Glaceon exited the bathtub and shook herself before licking her fur. I started to tremble, so Piers decided to be a bit quick in order to dry me and help me to get dressed. I got dressed thanks to Piers, and then, he let Obstagoon to hold me as he gor dried and dressed. Once he got dressed, he picked me again on his arms and took me to the living room, putting me in the couch and then, he covered me with blankets.

“Piers...I don’t need these blankets...” I said “In fact...I’m feeling my forehead burning”

Piers touched my forehead with his hand and once he confirmed that I had a bit of fever with a thermometre, he quickly went to prepare some breakfast for me while Glaceon climbed to the couch and put her paw on my forehead. After few minutes, Piers returned to the couch with our breakfast. I wanted to try to eat by myself, despite of my trembling hands, and slowly, I started to eat my breakfast, sometimes my boyfriend helping me when my hands trembled a lot. Once I was done, I took my disgusting medicines and I let Piers to take the dishes to the sink as Glaceon brought me the TV controller. I took it and once I switched on the TV, I started zapping in order to find something to watch. I stopped when I saw that in a channel wwere putting a documentary about the ancient history of Galar. Then I remembered the notes I took when I was on Hammerlocke’s Vault and I tried to stand up in order to go to my room, but my uncle’s Ninetales jumped on me and now was on my lap.

“Please, Ninetales...” I said as I tried to move but she didn’t move; and when she saw me trying to move, he made her temperature get higher “U-Uncle!! Tell your Ninetales not to provoke me a heatstroke!”

“Ninetales” uncle Kabu said and his Pokemon left my lap. I sighed in relief as I remove two of the three blankets Piers put on me “You were trying to move, weren’t you?”

“I...No?” I asked trying to hid my intentions on moving and then, my uncle shook his head and sat down next to me “Alright, alright...I wanted to get my notes”

“Kiddo, you need to rest” uncle Kabu said “You were two long weeks unconscious, and you’re still recovering from the pneumonia”

“I know, I know”

“And also...Piers told me what happened before...”

“Oh...” I said with a sigh. Fuck this shit; the World Champion being scared of water. I closed my eyes as I removed my glasses in order to pinch the bridge of my nose “I think I’m going to be the laughing stock in all Galar”

“Why do you say that, kiddo?”

“C’mon uncle. Me, the World Champion that has faced many dangers, is afraid of water. OF WATER” I said with a heavy sigh “And knowing that this was my second accident in the Wild Area...I’m giving that bitch of Oleana the enough chances to discredit me using my accidents as ‘things that could have been avoided if I wasn’t too irresponsible’.”

“She won’t do that, and if she does it, I’ll make sure she will suffer the consequences” uncle Kabu said in a cold tone before softening it “And this isn’t the first time you got scared from water”

“Uh?”

“It seems that you don’t remember...You were a little child when all of that happened” he said “You fell into a river which current was so strong that avoided me to rescue you, and then, when you were near drowning, I managed to rescue you.”

“I think I remember it...”

“Your parents, your grandmother and me remember that day very well”

“Yeah...” I said and then, Piers returned from the garden. He had been talking with his sister and he looked between worried and calmed “Babe?”

“It was Marnie” he said “It looks Team Yell made a little trouble but everything is under control. They were trying to get some goodies for you but they ended a bit bad”

“Tell them not to worry, ‘kay?” I said with a smile before hearing the timber. Uncle Kabu went to open the door and when I heard who had called the timber, my smile faded away.

“I hope you don’t mind I came here to pay a visit, Kabu” Chairman Rose said “I wanted to see Raikichi now that she’s awake”

Glaceon was hissing as she arched her back, but I manaed to put a hand on her back and stroked her fur, trying to calm her down. Uncle Kabu closed the door once Rose entered in the house, and when he saw me, he smiled. “Raikichi, I’m glad you’re finally awake” he said “How are you feeling?”

“Better, I think. Sometimes the fever comes back, but I can handle it”

“It’s good to hear that” Chairman Rose said “I came not only to see how were you; but also to tell you that I decided to postpone the starting day of the Pokemon League until you have recovered completly. We don’t want you to push yourself to your limits”

“That’s...kind from you, Chairman. And don’t worry, I’ll be full recovered for that day” I replied

“Glad to hear it. Oh, sorry, I have to go. As I said, I’m glad seeing you’re recovering well. See you another time, Raikichi”

Then, he said goodbye to my uncle and when uncle Kabu closed the door, I exhaled before taking a deep breath. Glaceon relaxed at least, but then, I saw that Piers wasn’t in the living room. “Piers?”

“I’m here” he saw as he exited my room. He looked really pissed, and it looked that he entered in my room before being noticed by the Chairman. My boyfriend sat down in the couch before lying down, his head on my lap. I smiled softly as I stroked his hair and his scalp, making him sigh in relief “I like this...” he said softly

“Sorry, kiddo, I didn’t expect Chairman Rose coming here” Kabu said laening his arms on the backrest of the couch

“Don’t worry, uncle. You know that Glaceon would have kicked him if he stayed her for too long” I said and Glaceon made a proud sound that made me chuckle “So...Now I’m scared of water. Great...”

“Kiddo, you’ve experience a terrible experience. You were near of drowning that day” uncle Kabu said “I hope this time won’t take you that loong like the first time you got scared of water...Don’t worry, we’ll help you with this”

I nodded and then, I looked down to Piers, finding that he had fallen sleep while I played with the locks of his hair. He was hugging my waist, his head on my lap as I kept playing with his hair. It would be a long recovery for me, but my uncle and Piers were right; I wasn’t alone. I had the friends I made here, I had uncle Kabu, and of course, I had Piers, and also, my Pokemon. I smiled as I hummed that song my grandma taught me one day, thinking on the things that were going to come.

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Days passed and the pneomonia that was affecting me started to dissappear. During those days, my uncle allowed me to stay at the garden in order to sunbathe a bit, but with vigilance. While I wasn’t resting, I has making my legs recovering their strenght, and for that, Bea helped a lot since she knew what was having your legs too heavy and loaded after staying for too long in bed or resting in the couch or in the divan at the garden.

Raihan turned to be a good friend when he wanted, but I could see that he cared for me and he wasn’t only ready to joke about my height. When Piers or my uncle couldn’t be there to help me, Dragon Boy became like a body guard. I once joked about him being a dragon watching over his treasure, and I thought I saw him blushing when I said that. Then Piers arrived and when he asked me about why Raihan was blushing, I couldn’t help but laugh.

More days passed and I started to feel more secure on my feet, but when I started to walk by myself after allowing my legs to recover they strenght, I had Piers and uncle Kabu in Kangashkan mom mode on, watching me in order to hold me if I fell. Slowly I managed myself to walk without using any item to hold me, and that made my uncle and Piers hug me with proud, tears of happiness in their eyes. Also, that was such a great progress, and my uncle didn’t doubt to invite the other Gym Leaders to celebrate it, with Leon and Marnie invited as well. Of course, and since my relationship with Piers was now public, there were A LOT of messages in the social media wishing me a good recovery. And how they knew about it? Simple answer: Raihan. Dragon Boy managed to tell in the social media about me, and thanks to Arceus he didn’t mention the fear to water I got when that Toxtricity made me fall into the Lake of Outrage.

It took me two months to get full recovered. Two months of medical checkings, and also, two months of trying to get ride of my fear. That was the only thing I couldn’t get success at during those two months. Uncle Kabu said that when I got that fear when I was a child, it took me more than two months, but in that time I hadn’t been attacked by a giant Pokemon.

I sighed as I wrapped my arms around my legs, sitting under a tree while I watched all my Pokemon playing. I was in the Wild Area, but not alone: Nessa, Raihan, uncle Kabu and of course, my lovely boyfriend Piers where with me, their Pokemon playing with mine. Nessa tried to encourage me to go to the water, but the many times I tried to approach the edge of the Lake, my legs stopped working and I couldn’t give a step ahead.

“Hey, babe” Piers said sitting down next to me “Look what I’ve found” he said showing me a flower that he put on the hairband I was using to keep my hair into the ponytail “You’re so cute, ya know”

“You’re cute too, Piers” I said nuzzling him before kissing him “Thank you...”

“Wanna try again going to the water?”

“I...I don’t know...”

“I’m going to be with you, babe” Piers said standing up and offering his hand

“Alright, let’s try again” I replied taking his hand and standing up

We walked slowly, approaching the lake’s edge and stopping when I squeezed Piers’ hand to tell him to stop. That was the spot where I got attacked, and one of the reasons we were there was to help me with the trauma. At first I rejected the idea, but if I wanted to get ride of this trauma, I had to do the impossible to get success. “Let’s remove our shoes and shocks and let’s allow the water touch our feet, ‘kay?” Piers said and I nodded. Slowly, we removed our shoes and shocks and now were with our feet in the water. I shivered a bit, but slowly, I started to feel comfy. “You’re doing great, babe” he said

“Pity that I didn’t bring a swimsuit with me”

“The important thing is that you have to...”

But before he could continue, something hitted my Swanna and made her fall to the water. “Swanna!!” I cried as I saw what attacked her: a Gigantamax Toctricity; the same that attacked me two months ago. All my Water type Pokemon went to help Swanna as some of my other Pokemon tried to distract the Toxtricity. I could hear Swanna crying in pain, and I was there, without being able to move. “Raikichi, we have to move before the Toxtricity notices us!” Piers said as he tried to pulled me out of there, but then, another cry called my attention: more Pokemon were in danger and I understood why: that Toxtricity wasn ‘t attacking them cause it wanted; it was confused and out of control due the Gigantamax thing. Then, my grandma’s words appeared in my mind. What is the task of a Champion? she asked. Protecting people and Pokemon, despite of the difficulties I find on my way, I replied. I frowned and with determination, I removed my jacket and I looked to my Milotic. “Milotic!! Over here!!” I yelled and then, I jumped into the water, ignoring that Piers was crying my name, trying to reach me.

At first, my body didn’t want to move underwater; the trauma I got two months ago was still in my mind, but those Pokemon needed my help and when I started to move my limbs, Milotic appeared and I hold on her, reaching the surface and jumping over the water before diving on it again, and swimming across the water as I approached my other Pokemon. Glaceon was on Lapras, and when she saw me, she chirped happily.

“Raikichi!!” I heard my uncle calling me from the edge “By Arceus, what are you doing, kiddo?!”

“The things that only a Champion can do despite of the difficulties I find on my way!!” I replied, ready to confront the Toxtricity “Listen, we don’t want to hurt you! I know you’re suffering! I know you can’t control the power of Gigantamax and that is hurting you! I know that you didn’t want to attack me by free will!”

Those words made the others gasp as I tried to make the Toxtricity react, but then, it attacked us. I ordered my Pokemon to use Reflect, but the attack was so powerful that I fell onto the water, like that day two months ago, but this time I knew what to do. This time, there wasn’t a hail storm. This time...I wasn’t alone. Milotic appeared again and held on her again, and when we reached the surface, I took a big breath as Milotic approached Lapras. I climbed onto Lapra’s back, panting and coughing as I shivered. Glaceon nuzzled my face, worried.

“RAIKICHI!!” PIers yelled as he tried to find a spot near the place where I was but Luxray and Lycanroc stopped him. It took him few minutes but then, he understood why they stopped him; if he gave a step more, the Toxtricity could attack him, and I was holding all the Pokemon attention on me “Are you alright, babe?!”

I rose my hand and with a thumb up I told him I was okay. Then, I saw that we were very near of a Power Spot, so if I did things well, I could catch that Pokemon. “Glaceon, are you ready, girl?” I asked as I activated the Icium Z and then, Glaceon nodded, ready to do the Z move “ From the coldest and hardest blizzards, from the most beautiful winters you rise up and shows your eternal beauty, shining with the first rays of the winter sun “ I said as I performed the pose of the Ice Z move “ Glaceon, use Subzero Slammer!!! “

The Z move was strong enough to get the Toxtricity the enough exhausted to give me the chance I was seeking. Staraptor brought me a Dusk Ball and for the first time, I was going to use the Dynamax Band. Amazed, I saw how the Dusk Ball turned BIG and then, with all my strenght, I threw it to the Toxtricity. It entered inside the Pokeball, and when it fell, it made the ground tremble a bit.

One.

Two.

Three.

And the Dusk Ball returned to normal. I couldn’t believe what had happened, even when I reached the edge of the lake and I got trapped on my uncle’s arms first and then, on my boyfriend’s. “You did it!!” Uncle Kabu said proudly “You not only got that Pokemon, kiddo; you also surpassed your fear!”

“I’m so proud of ya, babe” Piers said hugging me after putting a big towel over me

“T-thanks, I-I guess...” I said shivering

“Time to get back home” my uncle said and once we got all our Pokemon back to their Pokeballs, we went back to Mototoske. Nessa and Raihan returned to their homes and Piers, uncle Kabu and me went to my uncle’s home. Piers grabbed me quickly to the bathroom and together, we took a quick bath. During those two months I got myself comfy again when I had to take a shower or a bath, and now I could enjoy them without that fear. My boyfriend didn’t waste his time peppering me with kisses and hugs, saying how proud was of me and how glad he was of seeing me surpassing my fear.

After taking that warm bath and putting on me the pajama Piers bought for me and that was like the one I bought for him but mine had two Galarian Zigzagoon and the black pants had white details on them, we went to the living room, where my uncle was serving the dinner. It was a huge dinner since we were celebrating that I got ride of my fear and then, uncle Kabu explained me many ways to do a great throwing when I throw a Dynamaxed Pokeball to a Dyanamax or Gigantamax Pokemon. I had to tell him that I was going to wait in order to use it because I wanted to know better about both Dynamax and Gigantamax, and when we saw Piers’ Toxtricity getting along pretty well with my own Toxtricity-who was also a Low Key one, like Piers’-we couldn’t help but smile.

When I started to yawn, Piers decided to take me to the bed in bridal style. If I wasn’t that tired I would complain a bit teasing him, but I was so tired that I allowed him to pick me up on his arms, followed by Glaceon and Obstagoon. Once he laid me on the bed, I slipped under the covers and when he laid down next to me, I curled next to him, my head on his chest as I tangled my legs with his.

“Ya know, I’m really glad of seeing you getting ride of that fear” he said smiling

“Well, I wasn’t alone. Our friends, my uncle, our Pokemon...And you” I replied “Without all of you, maybe I wouldn’t get success...”

“But here are you, and I’m proud of you babe” Piers said before yawning “Today has been a long day...”

“And we deserved a very well rest...” I replied with a yawn as I closed my eyes “Good night, Piers...”

“Good night, babe...” he said and together, we fell asleep.

#piers #piers x oc #kabu #raihan #nessa #trainersona #raikichi pkmn #pokemon sword and shield #chairman rose #bea pkmn #a song to heal a tired soul

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aceofwhump · 5 years

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Would you mind writing a fic were Klaus is All nauseas And dizzy from being sick but everyone thinks he’s just “recently getting sober” or drunk but he’s actually been sober for months now, and he’s actually sick. Diego believed him and he helps take care of him along with Ben’s help; who’s been with him the whole time and actually gives a lick about him? Pls and thank u!

So last night I sat down to write a completely different story but had a sentence for your request pop into my head. I opened up a document and wrote it down, thinking I’d go right back to the other story once it was written. Well, one sentence turned into two. Which turned into three. And about three hours later I had written the entire fic. Just needed some editing.

I guess it’s safe to say that the Umbrella Academy has my muse in a stronghold at the moment. If the massive amount of gifs I’ve been making wasn’t evidence enough this fic should do it. I don’t think I’ve ever written anything so fast before. It came so easily.

Anyway, I loved writing this. I hope you like it :D

Klaus had been feeling off for a few days now. At first he just had a headache and the occasional body ache but today was the worst of it. He felt like all the times he’d sobered up because he ran out of money to purchase another bag of drugs. Or the last time he sobered up, willingly, so he could focus on harnessing these dumb powers of his.

He alternated between sweltering hot and blistering cold, sometimes mere second in between the two, leaving him confused about how the fuck he should dress. One moment he wrapped himself in his fluffiest jacket to stave off the chills racking through his body the next he was desperately tearing it off himself before he roasted to death. The spinning room did nothing to quell the nausea rolling through him. He’d thrown up earlier this morning which was very unpleasant. He always hated puking. It was gross and made him feel even worse once he was done.

It he hadn’t been four months sober now he’d know exactly how to fix this. A couple a pills, maybe some weed or a bottle of whiskey and he’d be as good as new. But this wasn’t him getting sober. And besides, he wasn’t going back to that. He was clean and he intended on keeping it that way.

Ben did what he could to help but without a corporeal body there wasn’t much he could do besides comforting words and advice. They had been practicing Klaus’s powers to make him corporeal again but he hadn’t been quite able to do it every time yet.

So when Klaus ran into the bathroom at 6 in the morning and violently threw up everything he had for dinner, Ben anxiously kneeled by his side offering comforting words until he was finished.

Ben tried to get him to tell someone he was sick but Klaus didn’t want to. He’d be fine. And they wouldn’t care anyway. Ben scoffed and said things were different now but Klaus knew better. Yeah some things were different but it’d be a long time before any of them changed that drastically.

He fell asleep in front of the toilet that night, sweaty and exhausted, with Ben close by watching over him.

He woke up to Luther pounding on the door shouting that they were all meeting in the living room and to get his butt down there now.

It took a couple of minutes but he managed to pry himself off the floor, clean himself up a bit, and head downstairs.

The seven of them were now all gathered in the living to discuss how best to go about avoiding the apocalypse again but Klaus wasn’t paying attention. He sat on one of the stools at the bar, arms wrapped around his stomach in a vain attempt to prevent himself from throwing up all over the floor and tuned out the spinning world around him.

Eventually he noticed that the room had grown quiet. Klaus looked up to see everyone staring at him. “What?” he croaked, baffled as to why everyone was looking at him expectantly.

“They asked you how it was going with your powers,” Ben offered with a worried look.

Oh. Whoops.

“Klaus, if your not going to even pay attention why are you here?” Luther asked with a hint of impatience. Ben scowled at him.

Cause you made me you jackass. “No, no. I was paying attention. Riveting stuff as always. As for me well everything’s going just ungh!…” Klaus’s stomach rolled suddenly and he clamped a hand over his mouth to stop himself from puking.

“Klaus, please, just tell them you’re sick. They can help. And you need help,” Ben pleaded with him. Maybe Ben was right. He really wasn’t feeling so great. He nodded slightly at Ben and removed his hand to speak but Luther interrupted before he could make a noise.

“Are you drunk? Jeezus Klaus, can’t you stay sober for one second. God dammit, go sleep it off! I swear if you puke on me.” Luther hissed. Klaus looked at the faces of the others, all disapproving and disgusted, as usual. He had been right. No point in saying anything to them. They didn’t care.

His stomach rolled again and he closed his eyes tight and fisted his hand over his mouth again, willing himself not to upchuck right then and there. The room spun around him. He was having trouble keeping everything in focus and the spinning making his stomach even angrier.

“Klaus? You okay?” Diego pried himself off the column he was leaning against and came closer to him. He could see the sweat on his brow, the way his frame shook. Something was wrong.

“Leave him Diego, he brought this on himself and we have bigger things to focus on at the moment, remember? That pesky apocalypse thing?” Five said.

Diego ignored him and placed a hand gently against his forehead. Klaus closed his eyes and leaned into it with a sigh. Diego’s hand felt so cool against his burning face.

“You’re burning up. Not drunk then I suppose. Withdrawal?”

Withdrawal? They thought he was in withdrawal? Of course they did. They didn’t know. “No. ’m not drunk. No drugs. Sober.”

Diego’s mouth opened slightly in surprised but he recover quickly and placed a hand on Klaus’s shoulder with a nod.

“Klaus just go do whatever you need to do to sober up, okay?” Luther said dismissively turning his back to his brother and facing the rest of the group.

Klaus watched as Diego got that look on his face that usually came before knives starting flying. He whipped around and shouted, “Fuck off, Luther! Something’s clearly wrong with him.”

“Yeah he’s a drunk and drug addict. This isn’t news here Diego.” Five said with an air of annoyance.

“Guys, come on. That’s enough.” Allison tried in vain to get them to stop arguing.

“Fuck you Five,” Diego spat before turning his attention back to Klaus who was busy trying to control the spinning. The world tilted sharply threatening to thrown him off his precarious position on the bar stool so he grabbed hold of Diego’s holster to steady himself.

Diego caught Klaus by the elbow as he started sliding off the stool, “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy there. I got you. Let’s get you upstairs, okay Klaus? Can you walk?”

“Don’t think so. Erng….dizzy. Gonna be sick.”

“Alright, just hold on okay? No puking til I get you to a bathroom.”

“Trying.”

Diego put an arm under his knees and another under his arms and carefully lifted him clear off the stool and up into his arms in a bridal carry. The sudden change in altitude made his stomach flip and he groaned.

“Hey, hey, hey what I’d say! No puking! Don’t puke on me, man, I mean it!”

“Ugh..Diego!”

“Shit. Okay, hold on,” Klaus had only a moment to close his eyes, hold his breath, and pray, before Diego raced off to the bathroom around the corner and deposited him in front of the toilet. It was just in time too because Klaus’s stomach chose that moment to violently get rid of everything he’d eaten or drank in the past day, as if there were anything left after his adventures during the night.

Klaus heaved and gagged for what felt like forever. By the end he was dry heaving, nothing left to throw up. He could feel Diego awkwardly lay a hand on his sweaty back and rub small circles in a comforting gesture as he heaved over and over again.

When his stomach finally let him go he collapsed, exhausted, onto the tiled floor of the bathroom. He heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on briefly.

Klaus felt a cool cloth wipe across his face cleaning away the sweat from his forehead and the sick from his mouth. “You think you’re done?” Diego asked.

Klaus opened his slightly and hummed, “Think so.”

“Okay then. How about we get off the bathroom floor, get some medicine in ya.”

“That sounds nice.”

Klaus tried to sit up but his arms were too weak to lift himself up so Diego hauled him slowly up and held him steady while he got his bearings back.

He swallowed several times, tamping down his nausea and dizziness. When he was sure he wasn’t going to puke again he nodded at Diego who helped him up. He deposited him on the side of the bathtub and nudged him to get his attention.

“Here. Take these. For the fever. You need to drink some water too. You’re probably dehydrated.”

“Don’t think I could keep the water down right now,” Klaus said, taking the pills from Diego and dry swallowing them.

“Mmm. Later then. Think you can make it to your bed?”

Klaus nodded and together they slowly made their way to Klaus’s room, Diego bearing most of Klaus’s weight. Ben hovered close by at all times, unable to help but worried for his brother.

Diego helped Klaus get out of his sweat covered clothes and into some sleep clothes, Klaus being too out of it to comment on the fact that he was being undressed and Diego sure as hell wasn't’ going to point it out. Klaus then collapsed onto his bed and promptly curled up with his pillow pressed to his chest.

Once Klaus was comfortably snuggled up in bed, Diego pulled a chair next to him sat down. Klaus was almost asleep when Diego’s voice brought him back into consciousness, “How long you been clean for?”

He hesitated but seeing Ben smile at him, prompting him to tell Diego, he said, “Four months. ’m four months sober. Not that anyone cares.”

Ben took exception to that, “Hey I care. And I’m proud of you Klaus.”

Klaus smiled at Ben and turned back to Diego, “‘cept Ben. Ben’s been very helpful now that he knows he can punch the pills out of my mouth”, he said with a smirk.

“And don’t you forget it,” Ben countered.

Diego looked at his brother with a proud smile, “That’s amazing, Klaus. Way to go, man. Must have been hard. Sorry I wasn’t there.”

“S’okay,” Klaus said as his eyes closed once more, “Wasn’t completely alone. Had Ben.”

“I’m glad,” Diego smiled, pulling Klaus’s covers up to his shoulders. He directed his next words to the room, not knowing exactly where Ben was but knowing he was in the room somewhere, “Thanks for keeping an eye on our bro, Ben.”

“Someone had to do it.”

Klaus giggled lightly and felt himself falling asleep. He was warm and comfortable for the first time in days. Whatever Diego had given him was helping with the nausea. Exhaustion pulled at him and he drifted off knowing that both Ben and Diego were watching over him.

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fratboyvivimatthews · 5 years

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imagine making out drunk at a party w spencer and when he comes out of the bathroom and goes to the boys he has lipstick marks all over his neck/lips and then u walk out looking like a mess and they put 2 and 2 together

we interrupt our regular scheduled baby fever to bring you this:)

“i’m really bored,” you whined to fran eyes looking around the party to see if you could find the one person who could entertain you. “we’re literally just sitting here, since you won’t let me do anything anymore,” you huffed, arms crossing over your chest in dramatic effect.

“you’re already wasted y/n/n, there’s a reason i cut you off,” she sighed giving you an annoyed look. when you started to pout she pulled you into her side, locking her phone as she did so. “look i’m sorry, but i’m not going to let my best friend kill herself by drinking too much,” she explained making you look up at her through glazed eyes. “i love you too much for that y/n/n.” your arms wrapped around her hugging her tight in return.

as she started to go on your eyes went back to looking around the basement, before they landed on him. spencer was already looking at you, drinking in the way how good you looked in your black skinny jeans and cropped tee shirt. his signature smirk worked it’s way on to his lips as he raised his cup to his mouth, jutting his head towards the hallway before walking off. “are you even listening to me anymore?” fran asked, a pout now on her face. “i was pouring my heart out to you, but you’re not even listening.”

your shoulders shrugged as you stood up. “i love you too Franny,” she cringed at your choice of nickname, “and don’t worry no more alcohol.” she smiled at you before you leaned over and kissed her cheek. “i’ll be back,” you slurred disappearing before she could ask where you were going. you started walking down the hall, looking back to make sure nobody saw you. before you could even turned to walk into the bathroom, spencer’s arms were wrapped around your waist pulling you into it, locking the door after he pulled you in.

“i missed you y/n/n,” he whispered into your ear as he pushed up against the counter, “especially since you look this good.” you could feel as your cheeks heated up, but he didn’t seem to notice too busy leaving kisses up the side of your neck.

“missed you too spence,” you slurred causing him look at you with a cheeky smile. “yeah I've had a lot to drink tonight,” you huffed arms going to wrap around his neck, “but now that it’s out of the way are you going to kiss me or not?’

he chuckled before full filling your request, lips pressing against your hungrily. you moaned against his lips as his arms wrapped around your waist, one hand giving your ass a squeeze, and that’s how you knew he was also drunk. spencer wasn’t one to be handsy, unless he had a little alcohol in him. his tongue slipped into your mouth causing your hands to go flying to his hair, giving it a hard tug.

it was spencer let out a groan giving you the perfect opportunity to pull away from him, your lips now going to work against his neck. “you know you can moan spence,” you whispered into his ear before pressing a kiss to his sweet spot. “i know you want to,” you added smiling against his skin. he threw his head back, letting out a moan that was music to you ears.

“fran’s gonna be wondering where you are y/n,” he whispered as you placed light kisses against his jawline. “and the boys are gonna be looking for me,” he added trying to get you to stop your actions.

“and your point is?” you asked tilting your head to the side. “they can wait a little longer spence. i’m bored, and this is entertaining m-” he cut you off his lips slamming down against yours, his hands going up to run through your hair. your head started to spin as he tugged on your bottom lip, wanting way more than just a make out session in a bathroom. you felt as his lips tugged into a smirk right as he pulled away from you.

your eyes stayed closed, trying to figure out the proper way to breath. “you’re coming home with me tonight y/n/n,” spencer called pulling you back into reality as he walked out of the bathroom door. you stood there leaning up against the doorframe, trying to figure out when he worked up the nerve to pull something like that.

“knighter who’s the girl?” you heard one of the boys ask, before more of their voices joined in to question the goalie. “if you look like this, i’d love to see what she looks like.” you knew they were talking about how your lipstick was smudged against his neck and lips. your cheeks heated up as you slowly started to leave the bathroom, and make your way down the hall to fran.

with your brain still fuzzy from not only spencer, but the alcohol you stumbled and leaned up against the wall causing almost everyone in the basement to look at you. jack’s eyes went wide as he look in the hickey’s that now littered your neck, and how messy your hair was. “when the hell did this happen?” he asked surprised you didn’t tell him, or any of the boys.

you smiled sheepishly trying hard to ignore everyone’s eyes as you sat back down next to fran and abby. the boys had all turned to spencer with wide eyes, throwing questions left and right as the girls started to do the same with you. “y/n what the fuck,” fran exclaimed annoyed you didn’t tell her. “why didn’t you tell me you made a move on spencer, when did this happen?” she asked not giving you any time to process it.

“uh, like two months ago?” you asked not quite sure yourself. her mouth dropped open as she turned away from you frustrated you didn’t say anything about it. “Franny please,” you whined slumping down into the couch, head resting on her shoulder, “i was gonna tell you, but didn’t want anyone to know. please Franny, don’t be mad at me i love you.” your unpitched sing song voice caused her to look back at you from over her shoulder.

“if you don’t stop calling me Franny, we’re going to have problems.” she sighed turning her body so she could hear you as you spoke. “now i want all the details about you and spencer since you’ve been holding back for two months.”

your mouth opened to speak, only your e/c eyes caught his blue ones as he stood in front of you all. “she’d love to, but it’ll have to wait until a another time, i’m taking her home.” fran and abby’s mouths dropped once more as spencer offered his hand out to you, pulling you into his side. “bye girls.”

“yeah, bye Franny,” you sang with a teasing smirk, “i love you.”

“y/n, i’m going to kill you.”

you shrugged your shoulders as spencer lead you up the stairs, quickly throwing your best friend a wink. “you know spence, you look better in my lipstick than i do,” you whispered into his ear. he hummed ignoring your drunk thoughts. “i wonder how it’d look on your cock,” you mused knowing you’d have him right where you wanted him.

only he didn’t react at all, a smirk pulling on his lips. “now that’s a thought isn’t it?” you slowly nodded your head not quite understanding how he didn’t react at all. “i guess we’ll just have to test it won’t we?” your knees went weak, and you knew he had flipped the tables on you, but hey, you weren’t complaining.

#spencer knight #blurb #anonymous

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sinningbutsoft · 4 years

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Happy belated New Year folks. Saw folks making their top songs of the decade and thought I’d give it a shot cause I’m bored but also curious to see my own list. I’m not making this as a “top” list as I’m sure if I did it would be filled w/ common songs, but this is more of a “I have such a soft spot in my heart for this song” type of list, if that makes sense. To be honest there’s no format in terms of limits to how many spots for each year, as I include multiple songs in one spot and even include a mini album at one point cause what even are rules? I did bold a few that I think might have been missed due to them either being from artists not as well known, or for those that aren’t that well known outside of Korea, so there’s that.

Time to show how much of a fandom old I am!

2010

I Go Crazy Because of You by T-ARA

Lucifer by SHINee

M.E.P by BoA

I Can’t by 2PM

Wake Up by SNSD

Shake it Up! by Super Junior

Mr. Boogie by f(x)

2011

the entire “Fever’s End: Part 1 “ by Tablo

Opera by Super Junior

꼭두각시 by Sunny Hill

Mach, A, and To Me by Rainbow

Can U Smile by Infinite

Trick by SNSD

Lie (Korean ver) by CNBLUE

Hands Up, Tonight, and Somebody to Love by Big Bang

Fiction by Beast

Shampoo by After School

the near entirety of SNSD’s first Japanese album

2012

베짱이 찬가 by Sunny Hill

Lips by Miss A

the near entirety of the “Slip Away” album, but especially 그리고, 남겨진 것들 by Nell

Not Over U by BoA

Blue and Bad Boy by Big Bang

Midnight Sun by Beast

Flashback by After School

I’ll Be There by SPICA

2013

Tonight by SPICA

No.9 by T-ARA

어둠 속을 밝혀줘 by VIXX

Don’t Touch by Rainbow

Wild and Action by Nine Muses

My Lady by EXO

the entirety of the “Pink Tape” album by f(x)

the near entirety of the “Blessed” album by Clazziquai Project

A.D.T.O.Y. by 2PM

2014

Gentleman by Mamamoo ft eSNA

Domino Game by Kiss&Cry

Pretty Pretty by Ladies Code

U by John Park

Wait a Minute by SNSD

Fxxk U by GaIn ft Bumkey

One More by Fiestar

the entirety of the “Red Light” album by f(x)

the entirety of the “Blink” album by Clazziquai Project

또 싸워 by Epik High ft Younha

the entirety of the “Play” album by AKMU but also 시간과 낙엽

Ain’t Nobody by HA:TFELT

2015

Stress by Taeyeon

the entirety of the “Frank” album by Baek Yerin

Calling in Love by Suran ft Beenzino

Love Belt by Jonghyun ft Younha

Hurt Locker by Nine Muses

the near entirety of “The Red” album by Red Velvet

느낌이 좋아 by HALO

Rude Love by f(x)

What If by EXO

너 같은 and Joker by Dal Shabet

Domino by CNBLUE ft Wheein

Butterfly by BTS

Ah Yeah by EXID

Diphylleia grayi by Jonghyun

2016

Drip Drop and Press Your Number by Taemin

11:11 by Taeyeon

I Don’t Love You by Urban Zakapa (cover by Sojung of Ladies Code version)

the entirety of the “Flower” mini album by Subin (or is it DalSooobin now?)

Bye bye my blue by Baek Yerin

Fantasy, Dynamite, and The Closer by VIXX

Emotion by Mamamoo

All Mine by f(x)

Tell Me What To Do by SHINee

the entirety of the “I am Sam” album by Sam Kim

One Step Two Step by Oh My Girl

any song featuring Hoody on the “Everything You Wanted” album by Jay Park

Summer Night (Remix) by Gray ft Hoody

Hold On by IOI

Ohio by hyukoh

By Your Side by Hoody ft Jinbo

the entirety of “The Day” album by Day6

the near entirety of the “Red Planet” album by BBOL4

First Love by BTS

Re-bye by AKMU

지독하게 by 4ten

Suit Up by Jonghyun

2017

the entirety of the “Circle Dreams” album by Subin/DalSooobin

Walking by Suran

1 of 1 by SHINee

Love Don’t Hurt by Shannon ft Amber

Like This by Pentagon

the near entirety of the “Rookie” album by Red Velvet

A Girl Like Me by gugudan

the near entirety of the “23″ album by hyukoh (especially Tomboy)

the near entirety of the “Everyday #5″ album by Girl’s Day

Wake up by Dreamcatcher

Excuse Me by AOA

Reminiscing by Ailee

the near entirety of the “Moonrise” and “Sunrise” albums from Day6

Ending Scene by IU

One Last Time by SNSD

the entirety of the “Eclipse” album by EXID

I Wander and Read Me by HA:TFELT

the entirety of the “My Voice” album by Taeyeon

Move by Taemin

~42 by Primary ft eSNA and Sam Kim

ONLY 너, FFW, and 24/7 by Twice

얼굴 찌푸리지 말아요 by Highlight

Loonatic (English Ver( by Loona Odd Eye Circle

2018

the entirety of the “Void” mini album by The Rose

Sunset by Twice

the near entirety of “The Story of Light Epilogue” album by SHINee

Not That Type by gugudan

Lucky One and Artificial Love by EXO

Mayday, What, and Full Moon by Dreamcatcher

U&I and Recollection by BoA

숨 by cacophony

the entirety of the “Poet|Artist” album by Jonghyun

Fermata by SNSD Oh!GG

Circus and Something New by Taeyeon

Trivia : Seesaw by BTS

hello myself by Choi Yegeun

Look by Red Velvet

the entirety of the “Warning” album by Sunmi

DKDK and Love Bomb by fromis_9

Girl Front and Sweet Crazy Love by Loona Odd Eye Circle

Memoria (Japanese ver) by Gfriend

예쁜 게 죄 by April

2019

Better Babe, Wine, and Blue by Taeyeon

4x4ever and 25 by Mamamoo

%% by Apink

Silent Night by Dreamcatcher

Flower by N.Flying

Boy with a star by Hyuk

No Different by Epik High ft Yuna

SOSO by Winner

Blueming by IU

Want by Taemin

Tika-Taka and Picky Picky by Weki Meki

Hush by Everglow

Face by Kim Woosung

Run by Grizzly ft Chungha

the near entirety of “The Book of Us: Entropy” album by Day6

Superhuman by NCT 127

어떻게 이별까지 사랑하겠어, 널 사랑하는 거지 by AKMU

Get Loud, Trick It, and Love Foolish by Twice

I Wanna Be, One of those Nights, Forever Yours, Chemicals, Easy to Love, and I Will Fight by Key

Fever by Gfriend

Noir by Sunmi

Katchup by Dalsooobin

#me #kpop #honestly making this list was kinda fun #and kinda telling #clearly i was a bigger SM stan in my start #more boygroups than I thought too tbh #also the songs of the earlier years did not age well lol #wayyyy to much electronic sounds for my taste now #although it's only natural that there's more on the list the closer to the present it gets #as it's a wee bit fresher in the memory #still fun though #i'm prob gonna remember shit to add to this later but whatever #this list is already chaotic as is

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angelinuhh · 5 years

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what is a krpg??? i don’t understand what it is or what’s bad about it

u know now that we’re here i forget whether krp stands for kpop rp or korean rp sdfsdf fuck. im also tired as fuck so i’m sure this isn’t as eloquent as it could be and i’ll end up editing it in the future. also disclaimer, i am NOT korean but i am east and southeast asian.

first off, @batdadrpc did a fucking fantastic job compiling the opinions and voices of korean people in the rpc in regards to this topic HERE. please click around and read up. it is worth your while.

krp/krpg is a type of rp in which most fcs are kpop idols or otherwise active in the korean entertainment industry. [wording taken from @thefangirlrph] to my understanding, the genre came about after those who played kpop fcs felt like they were being excluded in traditional rp and thus tried to make a space where their fcs would be accepted.

but while this doesn’t sound bad at all, it is important to note that most of the people that participate in krps are not korean or asian, and that many of them actively fetishize asian people and their culture.

a very incomplete list of problems that plague the krp community

whitewashing

the infantilization of men and women

feeding into the stereotype of “the perpetual foreigner“

by only allowing asian fcs to exist In Asia and only interact with other asians, there is a kind of imposition that we cannot exist outside this bubble.

yellow fever

lots and lots of racism… just lots…

look, this has been brought up by many people, but nowhere else in the rpc do you group and isolate people by race alone. this only happens in the krpc. and its gross.

krps are poc only rps. but what they are not are diverse rps. they are often exclusionary of other minorities and, even more importantly, exclusionary of the narratives that do not perpetuate harmful stereotypes of asian people.

because of these issues and MANY MANY OTHERS, many asian people in the rpc have called for people to not use the tag/the title of krp.

instead, we want truly diverse rps, rps where kpop/asian fcs can and should be played, rather than rps where we are regarded as so exotic and foreign and unaccepted that we must be transported into a genre unto its own.

but wait…. at least, the existence of krps show that people love kpop/support asian people?

no. asian people are not your perfectly pale obedient model minorities. we are not here to exist within the narratives you create for us. this asian (me) welcomes you to play asian muses, but i’m also not going to sign off on shitty portrayal.

we don’t need your ‘love’ for our culture if you fail to respect our voices.

okay …. i get that some people in the krp community write bad stuff that harm people. but why does that mean the whole community is bad?

i’m sure there’s one person in the krp community who is fine. but that doesn’t change the inherent isolationist and gross nature of the tag.

this tag doesn’t uplift a community. it doesn’t add or promote diversity. it simply isolates those who write asian muses so they can continue to fetishize, encourage stereotypes of and otherwise be a detriment to the asian community without reproach.

(to quote myself in another post) when we use the krp tag, we normalize all the things it stands for. in general, just seeing rps market themself as krps tells me (even if they aren’t actively toxic or gross) that they’re comfortable with contributing to and even promoting these harmful behaviors and thoughts.

really there’s a lot i’d like to talk about in regards to asian rep in the rpc, both in krps and outside of it, but i’m just going to finish it with…

TLDR; the krp community is rp using mainly kpop fcs. it contributes to the marginalization of asians by having its members (usu non-asian)often perpetuating stereotypes and engaging in racist behaviors. while the krpg is bad, what’s worse is the fetishization and the dehumanization of asian people that lurks behind it.

help be an ally by not supporting krps or racist portrayals of characters and help elevate our voices in the community by not speaking over us and promoting what we have to say.

last edited 3/23/2019

#rpt #rpc #rph #krp #anti krp #hottakes #anonymous #the great krp debate #long post tw

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nyctolovian · 5 years

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Merry christmas, Sincere! So hi im ur secret santa hahahaha! I know it’s kind of weird to have a sickfic for christmas but I rly tried to write something christmassy and ummmm yeh as u can see it didnt work out hahaha! Hope u still enjoy it with its fluff!!

Summary: Trucy is running a fever while Mr Wright's at a trial so Apollo takes on the nursing duty. But health issues aren't the only issues Apollo will help with today.

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“Trucy has a fever?”

Upon hearing that, Apollo and Athena turned away from the client to look at their boss concernedly.

“Mm. ... Yes. … Oh... But I’m in the middle of a trial...” Mr Wright glanced at the clock. They only had five more minutes before the trial began again.

Eyes wide with worry, the client stared at him, wordlessly begging him not to leave. At that, Mr Wright flashed her a smile that assured her that he will be staying.

“I’ll ask someone to head over to fetch Trucy on my behalf,” Mr Wright spoke into his phone. “I’ll text you that person’s number. ... Yes. Thanks.” He pressed the “End Call” button before pulling his two protégés aside. “Well, you guys heard it. Trucy’s school called and she’s running a fever. And I can’t exactly leave halfway. Could one of you help me out?” he said with a sheepish grin. “I’d usually ask Edgeworth but he’s in Germany now...”

“I’ll go,” Apollo said, raising a hand. “Our client seems to need some help managing her fear, doesn’t she?”

“She does,” Athena affirmed. “It’s making her mess up a lot of her statements.”

“Then, it’s decided. I’ll go.”

Mr Wright wrote down something on a notepad and tore the page out. “This is the school’s address.” He handed Apollo the note and patted his shoulder. “Thanks for your help, Apollo. I’m counting on you to take care of her till the trial is over. I trust you’ll be fine though.”

The bailiff called the defense back to the courtroom and the defendant jolted in fear. Calmly, Mr Wright turned to her and comforted her. Athena held the defendant’s hand and squeezed it comfortingly.

Apollo glanced back as the three of them headed back into the courtroom before heading out. He took a look at the note Mr Wright had passed to him. The school wasn’t far from here. He quickly reached there by bus and got a visitor’s pass from the security guard before heading to the reception area.

“Hi, I’m here to pick up Trucy. Trucy Wright?” he told the receptionist.

“Ah, she is in the sickbay. I’ll wake her up,” the receptionist said.

Apollo pursed his lips. Was Trucy asleep? This fever seemed to be doing a number on the usually energetic magician. And he was right. As Trucy walked out of the sickbay, she looked incredibly exhausted, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“Oh! Polly?” Her hand flew to her mouth. “You’re here?”

“Uh, yeah. Your dad’s in the middle of the trial so I’m here instead,” Apollo explained. He glanced over her quickly before gently tugging at her bag. “I’ll carry that for you. You look terrible.” For a moment, Trucy stubbornly tightened her grip around the strap. But Apollo was just as stubborn and she was feeling tired after all so she let go and sat at one of the benches.

The receptionist took out a form and told Apollo to fill it up so Trucy could sign out. He nodded and quickly filled it up. When he gave it back to the receptionist, her eyes widened in surprise. “You’re her coworker?”

“Um... Yes?” Well, technically I’m her employee but that’d be harder to explain. Apollo thought, cringing internally.

The receptionist laughed good-naturedly. “You two look so alike. I almost thought you were her brother! So you are a magician as well?”

“No, I’m not her brother,” he said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “And I’m not a magician either. I’m a defense attorney. See?” He lifted his lapel.

“Polly, are you flashing your badge again?” Trucy asked from behind him.

“... No.”

The receptionist giggled as she filed the form away. “You two really get along well. Thank you for picking her up.” She craned her neck to look at the sick girl. “Rest well, Trucy!”

Seeing how tired Trucy was, Apollo got an Uber to take them back to the Wright Anything Agency.

As soon as they got in, Trucy started to nod off. However, when her head began to droop, she would suddenly straighten up again and the cycle would repeat.

“Just close your eyes,” Apollo said, leaning towards her. “You’re tired, right?”

“Ey, lass, y’ sick?” the Uber driver boomed, peered behind.

“Please look in front while driving,” Apollo reminded.

“Yep,” Trucy replied. “Fever.”

The driver nodded and turned his body slightly to look at her. “Thought so. Take forty winks, lil’ lady.” (“Oh god! Please look where you’re driving! Car! Car!”) Yer brother there can wake y’ up when we reach.”

“He’s not my brother,” Trucy said with a slight pout. “He’s just Polly.”

“Ey! Sorry ‘bout that! Y’ two got the same face!” the driver guffawed so loudly the car seemed to be shaking. Apollo clung to the roof handle for his dear life.

“Why do so many people say that?” Trucy mused aloud. “My friends in school say that too. Remember that time when I forgot my umbrella, Polly?”

Gulping, Apollo nodded. He won’t be remembering that any longer if the driver kept turning around to talk to them. “Alright, nice. Can you please nap now? No talking while napping,” Apollo said, patting her head. At least then Trucy won’t goad the driver into talking again.

“Good night,” Trucy muttered absently as she curled up in her bed.

“Good night,” Apollo replied even though he knew that was a weird thing to say at 10am. As he sat at the living room, he texted Mr Wright.

You: Trucy’s home now. She’s running a fever of 38.5 degrees. [10:34 AM]

Tentatively, he peered into Trucy’s room. Apollo felt pretty useless as he watched her tossing and turning uncomfortably. Never had he been needed to take care of someone else with a fever. And usually when he was sick, he’d just sleep it off.

Surely, he shouldn’t just be telling Trucy to sleep and leaving it at that. He frowned in thought for a while and paced around. Then, he picked up his phone again.

You: im taking care of trucy cos shes got a fever. 38.5 but wth do ppl usually do for fevers??? [10:39 AM]

The reply was almost instantaneous.

spaceman: Oof [10:39 AM]

spaceman: Give her water [10:40 AM]

spaceman: And paracetamol or watever [10:40 AM]

spaceman: Put a wet towel on her forehead [10:40 AM]

You: im not sure where mr wright keeps his medication stuff though. i asked trucy and she doesnt know either [10:40 AM]

You: shld i ask mr wright??? [10:40 AM]

spaceman: Yeah. Do that. [10:41 AM]

You: not sure when he can reply. hes at a trial now [10:41 AM]

spaceman: Ohhhhhhh [10:41 AM]

spaceman: No wonder ure the one taking care of her [10:41 AM]

spaceman: Good luck bro!! Dont die!!! [10:41 AM]

You: ok tks i wont [10:41 AM]

spaceman: Btw for the towel, get a basin so u dun need to run abt [10:41 AM]

You: k [10:42 AM]

After sending a message asking Mr Wright where he kept his medications, Apollo placed a cup and a jar of water on Trucy’s bedside table. With a bit of nudging, she finally sat upright to down an entire glass of water before sinking back into her bed with a flop. Then, he followed what Clay said and got a basin of water and a towel. Apollo soaked the towel and wrung it before placing it on Trucy’s forehead.

Apollo noticed the minute relaxation of her facial muscles so he supposed he was doing this right at least. Thank god for Clay. What would he ever do without him?

Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Apollo picked it up again.

spaceman: AND SOUP OR PORRIDGE [10:53 AM]

spaceman: FOR LUNCH [10:53 AM]

spaceman: Im kinda assuming mr wright wont be back before lunch cos ure usually MIA for almost an entire day when uve got a trial [10:54 AM]

You: good idea [10:54 AM]

spaceman: Careful not to drop the entire bottle of pepper in the pot again. Itll kill the poor girl. Her dads a lawyer, apollo. Dont risk it ;-;[10:54 AM]

You: THAT WAS ONE TIME [10:55 AM]

spaceman: Tell that to my poor tongue :( [10:55 AM]

You: I GET IT STOP [10:55 AM]

spaceman: RIP Clay Terran’s tongue. 2004-2024 Death by pepper poisoning. [10:55 AM]

You: ITS TIME TO S T O P [10:55 AM]

spaceman: Dont. Stop me nOOOOWWW [10:55 AM]

You: why r u quoting queen in 2027 [10:56 AM]

spaceman: Why r YOU quoting filthy frank in 2027 [10:56 AM]

You: why r we even friends [10:56 AM]

spaceman: What do u mean?? This is precisely why we r friends [10:56 AM]

spaceman: IVE BEEN CAUGHT MY PHONE NOOOOOOOO [10:56 AM]

You: wow. a murder right before my eyes. ngl i feel nothing for ur death. [10:57 AM]

spaceman: Aura speaking, apollo, stop texting clay while hes at work. [10:57 AM]

You: Noted. Sorry. [10:57 AM]

“Trucy, please get back in bed,” Apollo said. “You’re still sick.”

“My fever’s gone, isn’t it?” Trucy said, puffing her cheek, as she continued to carry things out of the fridge to be defrosted.

“Well, yeah,” Apollo said. “But you’re not completely well yet. The sick should stay in bed to rest.”

“Do you even follow your own advice?” Trucy said, arms akimbo.

“Yes?” Apollo tried, rubbing his bracelet.

The piercing look Trucy gave him made him shrink back. Lying was futile. She could perceive lies too after all. Was this what it felt like at the other end of courtroom scrutiny?

“Okay, fine. I don’t,” he admitted. “But you’re a kid! A growing kid! I’ll do the cooking, alright?”

“The guest shouldn’t be doing the cooking.”

“I’m not guest, Trucy! I’m supposed to take care of you!”

“Look, Dad’s coming back for lunch. I can’t leave him hungry,” she said.

Apollo drooped with a sigh. “I’m sure what he means is that he’s coming back to settle lunch for you. Look, I could even ask him right now!

“I highly doubt he can cook,” Trucy stated, pouting.

“Mr Wright’s an adult. I’m sure he can settle his own meals. But if you really think that, I can just do the cooking. Your germs are going to get in the food anyway.”

“I can wear a mask,” Trucy rebutted.

Apollo waved his arms wildly before dropping them in exhaustion. “Rest. Please? Trucy?”

Trucy frowned at her feet. “It’s just a meal. I can do a meal.”

“Exactly! So can your dad. It’s just a meal. He can handle that by himself,” he said.

“I’m cooking,” Trucy insisted, stomping her foot.

“Why are you so stubborn about this?” Apollo sighed. Then, he noticed her fists shaking with emotion. “Trucy…” He watched her closely. “Is this really just about cooking?”

Her sharp blue eyes shot up to glare at Apollo. “Polly! You’re perceiving me?!”

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Apollo muttered, “Sorry. Habit. But answer me truthfully, Trucy.” He looked at her again, his brown orbs warm and gentle now. “This isn’t just about cooking lunch, is this?”

“I’m supposed to be the one who cooks lunch every day,” Trucy replied.

“So you see it as a- um… a duty?”

A silent nod.

“So skipping out makes you feel bad?” Apollo asked as he pulled a chair out and sat on it. “Like you’re not doing your part?”

Another nod. This time, she tentatively added, “It’s like a contract.”

He hummed in understanding. Then, he dragged another chair out and patted the seat.

Gingerly, Trucy sat down beside him. Her hands gripped the sides of the chair, tense.

“I kind of get it,” Apollo began. “I mean, being a foster kid, most of my relationships with my guardians feel like contracts too. ‘If you don’t do this and that, you won’t get, um, whatever.’ So I kind of get it. That kind of spread to my other relationships to be honest. So I always get this guilt when I’m not — I don’t know — performing?”

Trucy huffed in amusement.

“Have I ever told you about my best friend?”

“Clay?”

“Yeah, him. I used to always set rules for myself on what I should do for and with Clay,” Apollo continued. “I’d, um, not go for things, like parties or school projects, if he wasn’t going with me because I felt bad enjoying myself without him and stuff like that. When he found out, he got so mad at me and said it was dumb.”

Trucy snickered. “That is dumb.”

“Yeah, because, you know, he really hated that I wasn’t doing things for myself because I had set my own rules for our friendship. Well, the point I’m making is this,” Apollo said. “People who care about you wouldn’t want your relationship with them to restrict or hurt you, you know? People who really care would want the best for you, I think.” He looked up at Trucy. “And I think your father cares about you. A lot.”

Trucy was silent. She wasn’t meeting his eyes.

“I-I hope the things I said made sense,” Apollo stuttered. “I was just saying what I thought. I’m really not that good with words- URNGH!”

Trucy had slammed her face into his chest. Stiffly, Apollo’s arms hovered at his shoulder level as the teenager tightened her embrace. A fond smile spread across his face. Slowly, he lowered his arms over her shoulders and pat between her shoulder blades.

“Thanks, Polly,” Trucy said as she pulled back. She shot him a cheeky grin. “You make a pretty decent older brother.”

Apollo rolled his eyes. “Quit teasing me. Now, go sleep. I have a meal to make.”

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honestly-lahey · 7 years

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Taking Care // Derek H x Reader

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader Warning: Fluff, cuteness, sick!Reader, maybe a swear word or two Word Count: 1.2k+

Request: Heyo! I saw you wanted requests, so could u do a Derek hale x reader where she’s his mate (human, but knows about everything) and he keeps her secret from the pack because he’s worried about the people out to get him. Suddenly she gets sick tho and he’s gotta take care of her which leads to the pack being curious and worried about where he is every day for a week. Fluff please :3 thanks lovie! A/N: Wow I haven’t written for Teen Wolf in such a long time! I’m sorry about that, most of my focus has been on my main blog @Lady-Thor-Foster. I’m excited about picking my fics back up again and writing new ones! Chapter Two of Muse is coming out ASAP. I’m still taking requests!

The Pack never thought too hard about where Derek disappeared to everyday. He was extremely reserved and as much as they wished he’d open up, they respected his privacy. They didn’t like it, but they respected it.

Derek was immensely grateful that no one (especially Stiles) grilled him about his notorious disappearing habit. He’d promised you that he’d do his best to protect you and that meant keeping you a secret from anyone who would deign to use you to hurt him. After all the losses he’s had to deal with in his life, losing you would be unbearable.

When you woke up with just the hint of a cough, Derek went into full protective mode.

“Der, I’m fine, I promise. The Pack needs you more than I do right now.” You were trying your best to convince him that he didn’t need to stay and smother look after you, but good lord, he was the most stubborn man you’d ever met.

“Are you sure? I can call and cancel. Scott can handle it.”

“Derek Hale, I swear,” you chuckled at your overly worrisome mate boyfriend, “If you don’t leave right now I’m going to call Scott and Stiles myself and have the meeting moved here.”

“N-no!” he shouted, a little too quickly. You giggled at his antics and shook your head.

“Are you ever going to tell them about me?” He pulled you into a tight hug and pressed a kiss to your (suspiciously warm) forehead.

“Not if it means compromising your safety, [Y/N].”

Derek spent the entire Pack meeting worried about you. He’d been checking his phone so often for updates about you that Stiles stopped mid-meeting to ask what was wrong.

“Yo, Derek! You got someplace more important to be?” Derek snarled at the impetuous boy’s interruption; he couldn’t help being worried about you.

“I’m fine,” he stated. Scott elbowed Stiles in the ribs and carried on with the meeting.

“Like I was saying, we need to make sure everyone sticks to the patrolling schedules with their partners, Liam.” The younger hot head grinned sheepishly and mouthed ‘sorry’. Derek found himself grinning at the energetic wolf; it wasn’t so long ago that he was the same. His phone buzzed with a text from you.

“Can you bring home some meds? I think you were right about that fever… :/,” you asked.

“Is now an appropriate time to say ‘I told you so’?” he replied. Despite the message being exclusively visual, you could hear the sarcasm dripping from his words.

“*middle finger emoji* *crying laughter emoji*”

“You’re lucky I love you.”

The meeting was scarcely over before Derek vanished out of the door, a faint trail of smoke left in his wake.

“What’s up with him?” Isaac asked, his eyes following Derek’s hasty departure.

“Who the fuck knows?” Stiles replied.

The second time Derek bolted from a meeting, Scott and the gang chalked it up to his general disdain for being in their company longer than necessary. A quick nod, a grimacing smile, and he disappeared almost instantly. The third time, Derek didn’t even wait until the meeting was over before he bolted. If Scott thought about it hard enough, he’d think that Derek was hiding something. Fortunately, Stiles did.

“Liam,” Stiles called after the boy in the halls in Beacon Hills College, “Liam! Wait up!”

“What’s up, Stiles?”

“I need your help with something, but you can’t tell anyone what we’re doing.”

“Umm…okay?”

“I need your help following Derek.”

“Dude what the hell!? Why are we following Derek?”

“Are you seriously going to tell me you don’t want to know why Derek has been disappearing every day for the last week with absolutely no explanation?” Stiles demanded. Liam rolled his eyes at his overly inquisitive friend; the days of being sucked easily into his schemes were over.

“No, Stiles. Not everyone has the need to know everything about everybody at all hours of the day. Some things are just Stilinksi things.” Stiles rolled his eyes at this; he’d never understand why more people weren’t curious about what Derek does when he disappears into the darkness.

“Are you going to help me or not?”

“I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“Nope.”

Liam sighs, “Fine. But if he kills us, it’s your fault.”

“I’ll accept that.”

Derek could feel his stress level plummet dramatically once you finally settled down for a nap. You were always so resistant to his (s)mothering whenever you were sick. Watching you sleep soundly went a long way to ease the anxieties that made a semi-permanent home in his head and heart…for the moment.

The sound of a twig snapping on his property set his teeth on edge. It looked like the day he’d always dreaded had finally arrived.

“Jesus Christ, Stiles could you be any louder? I swear Derek probably heard your stomping half a mile ago,” Liam half whispered. Derek exhaled in mild relief; he’d finally been discovered but not by his enemies.

“My stomping? What about your loud ass breathing? I’m a human and I could have heard you miles away.”

The boys were so busy arguing among themselves that they didn’t notice Derek standing on the front porch, scowling at them.

“If the two of you are any louder, you’ll wake [Y/N] and then I really will have to kill you,” he growled. Stiles yelped in surprise. Both Derek and Liam rolled their eyes at his antics.

“Wait,” Stiles paused, “[Y/N]? Who’s [Y/N]??”

“That would be me, Stilinski,” you called out as you approached the front porch wrapped in a fluffy blanket, still sniffling.

“Oh…uh…hey!” Stiles waved half-heartedly with a sheepish grin on his face. Liam smacked him on the shoulder. Derek’s scowled deepened.

“What the hell are you two doing here, Stiles?” asked an extremely displeased Derek.

“Well, see…I was worried about where you kept disappearing to when you thought we weren’t looking. I asked Scott to come along but he said something like ‘If anyone deserves his privacy, it’s Derek. He can take care of himself. If he needs help, he knows we’d be there’. But man, I just don’t understand why no one else wanted to make sure you were okay or anything so, uh…here I am?”

“That explains what you’re doing here, but not Liam,” Derek said.

“Honestly, I’m just here to make sure he doesn’t get himself killed or fall in a hole,” Liam said with a snort.

“Okay, if you recall, it was you we found in the hole and that was one time!” Stiles exclaimed. You laughed to yourself as the two young men bickered amongst themselves; you might not have been an integral part of the Pack but you couldn’t help feeling that familial tug watching Stiles and Liam behave like life-long brothers. You could see Derek grinning at the two of them. His love for his Pack was only surpassed by his love for you. Nudging Derek in the ribs, you gestured your head towards the inside.

“Maybe now it’s time to tell everyone about me?” you asked gently. Derek sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hide you forever, no matter how much he wanted to. Tucking you under his arm, he kissed the top of your head.

“Maybe you’re right. Besides, if you get Stiles sick, maybe I won’t have to hear him running his mouth for a few days,” he grinned wickedly.

“Derek Hale!”

“I’m just saying…”

“Alright boys,” you called out to the still bickering brothers, “Come on inside. It’s time we had a talk.”

End

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somefinelipstickonthatpig · 7 years

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(abt that smoke au) Please for the love of Laphicet write that I will dance at your wedding

well gET UR DANCIN SHOES READY BUD cuZ HERE WE GO !!

Canon-divergent drabble in the Tintagel Ruins where the scene in which Sorey gets locked in the chamber happens just a little differently.

[also for Sormik Week 2017 - Day 8: Katz’ Korner, Free Day since I could write whatever I wanted to my heart’s content so heRE HAVE SOME REQUESTED DR A MA and a little fluff at the end cuz i love these two]

When Rose first said, “Whoops,” Sorey should have known that wouldn’t bea good sign. “Don’t you ‘whoops’ me!” he had cried, fumbling for the gap in thewall to the left. Rose just laughed. When she said, “Whoops,” again for the secondtime, Mikleo beside him grumbled with his arms crossed over his chest, “Whatdoes she mean by that?” and Soreywasn’t sure he wanted to know.

The third time she made some sort of surprised sound was the moment itall went downhill.

Steam hissed into the room from a corner Sorey couldn’t identify, thoughhe tried to find it.

Edna whistled long and low. She lifted her closed parasol to her slendershoulder and tapped it once, twice. “Well. Things just got interesting,” shemused.

“Uh—sorry, Mr. Shepherd! Dunno what that did but I’ll see if I can turnit off…!” Rose’s voice traveled to them from behind the thick wall. “Obviouslyit didn’t open up the door, so…uh, how about this one?” As she spoke, a collectionof shafts dotting the upper walls of their enclosure slid open. Moresmoke—colored oddly, Sorey couldn’t help but notice—filtered slowly into theroom.

Mikleo huffed, “That is the oppositeof helping!”

The Shepherd laughed nervously. “It’s okay…!” He called out, both for theseraphim around him and the human who couldn’t hear them still fiddling in theroom beyond. He scratched the back of his head and then shrugged. He turned tothe others. “Here, maybe there’s a way to make that stop on our end. C’mon,let’s check it out.”

Soreylead his team around the room, meticulously examining every wall. He placed hisfingers to every crevice, pressed into each nook he could reach. Edna stompedon the floor pattern with her overlarge boots, mumbling something about thisentire venture being “stupid.” Lailah hummed, eyes following the images alongthe walls with her bright green eyes for guidance. Her fingers hovered justabove the stone surface.

Mikleonever once left Sorey’s side. Perhaps that was why he was the first to noticewhen Sorey’s breathing started to change.

“Sorey?”

Soreycoughed into his hand lightly once and then twice. He shook his head andblinked his eyes hard. “I’m fine,” he answered, his voice quiet. He winced andlifted a hand to his throat. “Just getting sore, I guess. Weird.”

Mikleofrowned but said nothing.

Afew minutes later, Sorey coughed again. His shoulders curled inward. Mikleo’shands shot out and hovered. “Do you need some water?” he asked.

Soreyshook his head again. He waved a hand. “No, it’s passed.” He turned to thewater seraph with a bright and brave grin. “But thanks! C’mon, there’s gotta besomething here that’ll turn that weird smoke off. Let’s see if we can find it.”

Mikleolet his hands fall to his sides. His eyes lifted to the ceiling, now filledwith the smoke in question. He watched the way the clouds of it slowly driftedwith an odd odor and hue, circulating and churning around itself.

Aheavy stone settled in his gut when Sorey swayed and coughed again. TheShepherd put out a hand to steady himself against the wall they were beside. Thesudden attack was rougher than before; it drew the attention of the two otherseraphim in the room. Edna tapped her parasol against her shoulder. Lailah’sface grew tight. The fire seraph walked over.

“Sorey?”Lailah called.

“It’sokay,” Sorey responded with a bare-bones chuckle. It was weak. Mikleo couldn’thelp but notice the sweat that now dotted the human’s brow. There was an odd,thin strain to his breath. “I’m fine.”

Sorey’sshoulder crashed into the wall with his next lung-rattling cough a few minuteslater. His body sagged against the stone.

“Sorey!”

Lailahand Mikleo were there in moments. Mikleo took his shoulders and eased him tothe floor. Lailah hovered in front of the Shepherd, her hands torn betweenreaching for his fevered skin and clasping each other in front of her.

“Ohdear…!” she gasped. “He’s so pale…!”

“Sorey!”Mikleo called, tucking him against his chest. He could feel every shake ofjagged breath in his friend’s form and his hot pants for air, short and pained.

“I’mfine,” Sorey whispered. “It’s okay. I just…gotta figure out how to—“

“—Sorey,you’re not fine,” Mikleo corrected.His head snapped up; his violet gaze swept the room. “Edna!” he called to theearth seraph now standing in front of the wall that had imprisoned them. “Can’tyou do something about this?”

Ednaturned. Her glare, even from across the room, was edged with daggers. “In caseyou haven’t noticed, Meebo, I’m an earth seraph. I can’t do anything aboutpoisonous gas and weak humans.”

Lailahmade a soft sound. “Poisonous—“

Mikleoshook his head. “I know that, youidiot! I wasn’t talking about the gas; I was talking about the door! We need toget Sorey out of here! Now!”

Edna’seyes lit up with something dangerous. Her body fell still. “What did you just call me…?”

“What’sgoing on in there?” Rose’s muffled voice carried through the thick stone. “Everythingokay? I can hear a weird hissing sound, but not much else. You still kickin’Mr. Shepherd?”

Lailahjumped to her feet. “Rose!” she called. “Rose, you have to hurry! Sorey’s in abad way!”

Therewas no response from the assassin just outside their room.

Edna’sgaze drifted to the wall. The tip of her parasol dropped from her shoulder andto the ground. “Well. So much for that; she still can’t hear us, it seems.”

“Shecan’t—“ Sorey’s voice was haggard. He coughed again; Mikleo was half afraid thehuman in his arms would upheave his own lungs with each rough jerk. An odd lookentered Sorey’s wide green eyes; something born at the intersection of fear andresignation. “—well,” Sorey gasped thinly. “That’s…not good.”

“Brilliantdeduction, Sherlock,” Edna mumbled.

“Edna,this isn’t funny.”

“DoI sound like I’m laughing, Meebo?”

“Guys,”Sorey breathed. His fingers reached up for Mikleo’s tunic. Tanned fingers duginto white-spiraled teal. “Stop it. We gotta…” A thin, high and whispy thingcame out of the Shepherd. “…gotta get out of this.”

“Weneed to get you out of this, Sorey,”Mikleo stressed. He squeezed the Shepherd’s shoulder and could feel Sorey’sform shake and labor to breathe. How strange it suddenly seemed to the seraph inthat contact that so small a thing such as badair could wipe away a life. Humansare different from us, Mikleo, Zenrus had always said.

Nowthat the difference was tangible under his fingers, Mikleo wasn’t sure he likedthe reminder as to just how fragile humans could be.

“Yes,”Lailah agreed. “And we need to hurry. Perhaps…perhaps if one of us were toarmatize with him? We could blast our way out and—“

Soreyshook his head. The world swam in front of his eyes with the motion. “—but, theruins…”

“Sorey.You’re really gonna worry aboutkeeping the ruins intact when I’m pretty sure it’s this ruin that is killing you right now?”Mikleo’s voice lacked all humor as Edna stepped over to the huddle around thefallen Shepherd.

“Tintagel…”Sorey rasped. He coughed violently. “…there’s…so much history here. We…we gottagive it its chance to tell us its story. To…to explore it all—“

“—oh,just shut up already,” Edna deadpanned. She stuck her hand out towards theShepherd pointedly. “You can’t explore if you’re dead, idiot. And neither willyou be able to help my brother like you promised. So suck it up and armatizewith me. I’ll make sure your stupid ruin stays safe.”

Soreyraised glassy green eyes to the earth seraph. His exhale struggled to fullycome out of him. “You will?”

“Ohmy gosh,” Edna rolled her eyes so farback, they may have gone into her head for a moment. She squatted down andsnatched up one of Sorey’s limp hands in her own. “You’re as bad as Meebo. Justsay my name and let’s get this over with already.”

“Hey!”

“O-okay.”Sorey’s quiet voice wavered. He took a breath and tried to squeeze Edna’s handback. “Then let’s…l-let’s go.” He took another breath and for a moment, Mikleoworried he wouldn’t be able to get the words out.

Then,he whispered, “Hephsin Yulind,” andthere was a great flash of light.

Rosejumped the instant she heard an explosion from some place behind her. Her headsnapped around, blue eyes wide. “What the—?”

Withoutwasting a second, she scurried back to the room she had left the Shepherd in.The large door that she had shut between them was burst to pieces as if asingle powerful punch had been given to its center and torn all the stoneasunder. Dust was still settling from the blast. In the doorway, looking paleand weak and surrounded by a strangely-colored smoke that spilled out into thehallway from the chamber, stood the Shepherd himself.

Hislegs shook.

Hereyes widened even further.

“Is…”he began. His voice sounded weak. “…is the door okay?”

“U-uh—“Rose wasn’t sure the door should be the Shepherd’s priority right at themoment.

Blearily,those green eyes turned to the stone that had crumbled to the floor around him.Stone he had, she was assuming, somehow blasted aside in his effort to get out.At whatever he saw, the young man nodded, his feathered earrings dancing tosome unknown question that hadn’t been asked.

“Isee,” he said. Then he collapsed.

Astrange wind blew in from behind Rose and swept the smoke away.

“Sorey,we’ve got to stop doing this.”

“Iknow.”

Mikleopressed cool fingers to the Shepherd’s brow, feeling the poison-fueled heatstill simmering underneath his human’s skin. He wet his fingers again with asmall spell and watched as Sorey’s eyes fluttered at the renewed contact whenhe placed his fingers at the tip of the human’s forehead.

“Heythough, this time,” Sorey murmured back, rough and quiet. He coughed weakly.“It’s not my fault.”

Mikleo’seyes flickered up to look at the assassin who was in the middle of aconversation with another member of her Sparrowfeather group. Rose had a tightfrown on her face; her arms were crossed over her chest. “Yeah, I know,” hemumbled.

Soreycoughed again, a harsh and grating sound rising up from deep within.

Mikleoleaned back. “Do you need to sit up?”

Soreyshook his head. A few harrowed breaths later, he calmed. One hand clung tightto the collar of his dark blue button-up as the other rested on his stomachover the blanket lying across him. His exhale seemed to rattle his whole body.“Ugh. I feel awful, Mikleo.”

Mikleolistened as the human’s breathing slowly evened out. He nodded. “Yeah, well.That’s ancient poison for you.”

“It’s…notgoing to kill me, right?”

“Sorey,”Mikleo chided with a small and knowing smile. “Do you think I’d let it?Besides, you’re past the worst of it by this point.”

Soreylooked up. He grinned back. “Oh. Yeah. I guess that was a silly question, huh?”

Mikleoput his chilled fingers to his best friend’s brow again. Gentle pressure,soothing, and caring. Sorey’s eyes slipped shut. “The silliest thing I’ve heardall day,” he fondly murmured—and that, he knew, was saying something.

#sormik week 2017 #zestiria #sormik #sorey #mikleo #edna #lailah #rose #a hint of dezel #fanfic #mod krissey writes a thing #Anonymous #not on AO3 unless people want it to be so i can move it there if u guys want #just lemme kno

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threeclaws · 7 years

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V A R I O U S . D R A B B L E . A U S .

@claradox asked: 6~

06. Victorian AU.

monstrum: noun, latin // A sign or portent that disrupts the natural order as evidence of divine displeasure

The pollution hit James’ nose long before the shoreline was spotted on the horizon, and it was precisely what stirred him from fitful sleep. One misery to another, in typical fashion. Something popped and creaked as he pushed himself into a sitting position, and he winced at the feeling of bones pressing on his flesh inside his arms. Usually a postured sleeper, he’d grown accustomed to sleeping on his side, curled around, holding- and, well, an empty bed did make for fitful sleep, didn’t it?

He dressed for work, despite knowing he’d be useless until they reached the harbour. Despite all his advantages over the usual labourer, he faltered at the sight of water. Circumstances of the past had proven that he could swim. However, there was something about the deep water that unnerved James. Every time he spent too long watching the tide, he felt all too aware of his flesh, as if there was a heaviness inside him that would make him merely an anchor in the sea. His tasks aboard the ship remained internal. Repairs, menial cleaning - settling fights spurred by cabin fever. Still though, it was hardly a competent mop job that had enticed the employers to take James across the sea. Once they made port, they would journey into London, where the real work began.

For now, there was the looming dawn - the darkness faded to a vague, monotone blue. As opposed to the empty void, the borderless connection between the air above and the water below, he could see the contrast on the tide. As he needlessly meandered along the deck, he kept an eye out for land, the scent of it still heavy in his nose. If it was bad now, he couldn’t possibly imagine the wretchedness of a city as busy as London. Those who’d visited had insisted the smog was like no other, unable to tell the exhaust from the clouds. But then again, those who’d preached that were New Yorkers, and he doubted that their bias hadn’t blinded them of their own city’s rot.

He didn’t dare wander too close to the railing, knowing if he looked over to the waves right underneath him, it’d stir up panic. However, lingering right by the hallways meant he was passing by the doorway to the guest cabins when it swung wide open, knocking right into him. With a grumble, James rubbed at his forehead, peeking under his hand at his attacker.

The little girl merely stared up at him, wide eyed at the sight of anyone else up this early. He recognized her - of course he did. She was with the Hudson party, affluent passengers with plans for Poole. Despite being the older of the two young girls, this one was the smallest passenger aboard.

James grumbled, “What are you doing? It’s too early to be awake.”

Quite eloquently, the girl raised her shoulder and dropped it. She turned away from him, disinterested in his scolding. She wandered towards the railing, and he finally noticed that she was still in her nightie.

“Hey,” he said, but she ignored him, instead clambering onto the first bar so she could poke her head out over the railing. Sharply, he repeated himself, “Hey!”

With a frustrated sigh, he crossed the deck to tug her down, but stopped short to grimace at the waves as they washed mercilessly against the side of the boat. The little girl set her arms on the railing, putting her chin on her hands. Perhaps it was his frustration at getting so close to the side that clouded his vision, but he could’ve sworn when she twisted her head up to look at him, there was an amused gleam in her eye. He glowered, and swept his hands under her armpits to set her back down on the ground.

“Go back to bed, pup.”

The girl batted her big eyes, looking ready to protest - but then the door opened, and James Hudson poked his head outside. He was half-dressed, preparing for an early morning before he realized that one of the little ones was missing from her bed. He glanced between the pair of them, before he beckoned for her to come back inside.

“Come along, sweetheart. It’s not yet morning.”

She sniffed, but reluctantly listened, shuffling along in her bare feet to be herded back inside. Hudson patted her shoulder as she passed him, gently encouraging her along. About to follow her back to make sure she did indeed to return to her chambers, he stopped and caught the door before it closed. Hudson inclined his head; James returned the action.

“My thanks, Jim.”

“Of course.”

A navy ship had docked ahead, and the spectacle upon their arrival was a sight to behold. The soldiers gave a parade down the gangplank, out onto the streets - they’d march all the way to the barracks, or to accompany their prized passenger to his residence. Governors and princes and rich men - they’re all rather the same, and the show was a spoil to their inflated ego. However, as despicable and redundant as it was, the display was exactly what had led their vessel to be docked at this precise location, at this precise time. They’d hardly pulled into the port before men were swinging down to the wooden boards, unpacking before the harbourmaster could get a good look. The first mate was already bumbling down the way to distract the man in question. By the time he’d return for an inspection of the ship, any unsavoury cargo would be long gone.

James hardly had a chance to revel in the steady ground under his feet before he was being knocked upside the head and ordered to his tasks. Biting back the growl that longed to linger on the back of his tongue, he straightened himself up and began his work. Twenty-two trunks were his load; back and forth he went, freighting the cargo from the ship’s hold to the carriage that awaited them. He glanced to the plank, watching as the captain assisted a white-eyed woman down the steps. She was passed along to the coachman, who escorted her to the carriage. She stepped up with the footman’s assistance, carefully instructed to duck her head. Like most underlings, he’d assumed - or, hoped - that he’d be ignored. But despite the blurred, unseeing pale irises, the woman suddenly pulled back and looked at James.

Or through him.

There was a long moment, in which he remained still. He wanted to meet the eyes of his peers, unsure of how to proceed when confronted by his employers’ guest. But she had him in a curious trance, so much so that when she spoke, it startled him.

“You’ll need to strap that one down.”

Before James could even process what was said at all, or even attempt to retort, the woman had disappeared into the carriage, settling against the seat by the far window. With a frown, he reluctantly returned to his task. Searching for another’s gaze was useless; the other men were as perplexed as he. There was little to do but to lift the last of the trunks.

“Any troubles, lad?” one of the men asked, but he adamantly shook his head.

“Fine. Move along, I’ll be done here,” he said. As if to prove his point, he managed to get the baggage atop the pile. He gave the side of the carriage a pat, calling up to the driver, “All set. Passengers loaded?”

“Yesser, all packed in, like sardines in a can. Best hop up, we’ll be headin’ off.”

In no temperament nor motivation to disobey, he moved to the back of the carriage, grabbing the top with a slight hop and swinging himself up onto the back platform. In the front, the horses lurched into action under the crack of their master’s whip. The coach’s wheels were mere centimeters from taking his feet as he pulled up. With a strangled groan, he moved his feet just in time, balancing with his hands on the seat. James looked over the top of the carriage, incredulous. The driver didn’t turn away from the glare, not until he’d made eye contact and finally shrugged.

“Quick little colonist.” The driver mused, as if his intent all along had been to maim him.

He carefully eased into his seat, his arm pulled back to the top of the coach. “Let us hope your horses are just as swift. The sooner we arrive in London, the sooner I’ll settle.”

A swift exit from the city gave way to the constance of country. It just went to show the distrust one ought to have of New Yorkers, as their tales of flat, disappointing farmland were untrue. Granted, the green wasn’t as vibrant as it ought to be, shades of yellow in the grass that showed signs of malnutrition. It’d soon be in for a treat, however. The forestorm winds that had swept them into the harbour were following their party far along the road, bringing with a legion of clouds that had remained just far enough to avoid falling on them. It was as if a little fall of rain had developed a sheepish demeanor. It would be enough to revitalize the countryside. He had a vague sense of nationality to this motherland, impressed by the sights of rolling hills and high trees that crowded the road.

But, with a heavy pang of disappointment, it wasn’t home. Even as early on in this endeavour he knew as much. It was a shame, but he resolved to make an effort to burrow into this country nonetheless. He’d made plans to settle in London, with this new and lucrative employment, and damn all, settle he would. Be it as it may to be in typical fashion of him to ignore the omens that came his way. He turned back to watch the clouds chase them, still far in the distance when a shadow fell over them. Frowning a moment, he turned his head to crane back, watching as tall trees crowded the path, effectively blocking out the sun. The horses whinnied in complaint, but they were whipped to continue ahead.

Again, he was the sort to ignore omens. External warnings were all too simply waved off; it was the ones that came from within, the phantom hands that twist your gut, that were difficult to ignore. And his stomach turned then, a sense of dread for something terrible. He realized that he recognized a stiffness in the shoulders of the driver, as he peered over the top of the carriage. Suddenly untrusting of the man’s competence in guiding, he scooted to the end of his bench, maintaining a sure grip on the top post as he leaned over and looked ahead.

Only at the last second did he hold his tongue, cutting off any curses that may have been overheard by any conservative passengers. Up ahead, he could see large roots that’d come up from the earth, well in the path of the oncoming carriage. He winced, realizing that the driver’s attention would have to be spared to getting free of the untamed wood in one piece - and he’d have to be the bearer of bad news. He swung himself around, finding an unsteady footing as he reached out to knock on the door.

It opened to the pale-eyed woman, looking a few inches to the right but keeping a pleasant expression.

“Quite curious to receive a knock on a moving coach, no?” she bantered.

“Just a warning to you and your fellow passengers,” he explained shortly, trying to remain cordial without showing his frustrations, “up ahead we do have some uneasy road, the ride may be uneasy.”

“Isn’t it always!” she crowed, merely laughing at him. The others inside joined her, and she waved a hand towards him, “It’s quite commonplace, my dear. I must say, we were remarking earlier how impressed we were at the smooth ride so far.”

He looked ahead again, still focused on the tension of the driver’s back. The man was hired for this - he was an experienced man who’d surely been through these paths hundreds of times. If this was as truly commonplace as the woman insisted, would he not be at ease even in the face of this sort of challenge?

Phantom hands remained steadfast inside him. James locked his jaw, and started to nod carefully in return to the woman, before he realized himself. Hastily, he cleared his throat, and started to pull himself back.

“Of course. Sorry, I’ll… let you return to your pleasant ride. Ma’am.”

Still humming out a chuckle, she shut the door, but not before he heard her saying across the passengers’ cab to another, “An interesting catch, that Mr. Howlett-”

He paused, both hands on the top post, his foot still reaching for the back platform once more. For anyone, it was bound to be unsettling. For him, a man who would be unrecognizable if he wasn’t unsettled on some level, the fact that she could issue his name was outright alarming. James’ head turned to the cab door, and he had half a mind to push himself forward once more and demand how she’d gained such knowledge. Exactly how close were she and his employer, that the latter had revealed as much as his name? What else did she know?

It was an omen. Perhaps best to ignore. With that final dismissal, he sighed at his own paranoia, and his arms started to pull himself back onto his seat.

Then they hit the first root, and the coach’s front wheels took air. The animals yelped and nickered, and the driver yelled as he attempted to regain control. His hands slipped on their post, and his feet flew out before he slammed back into the carriage. Upon impact, he groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to brace against the pain so he didn’t lose his grip. But his eyes snapped back open once more at the sound of crashing, as the trunks piled below the platform jumped and banged against one another in the luggage rack. He only realized what he was watching when it was too late; the cases all jumped and slid, but it was the one he’d pushed atop that fell clean off. It was on the road, and the carriage was speeding on, putting distance between them rapidly.

The twenty-third trunk was about to be lost forever.

“NO!” he cried, adjusting his grip to hook his elbow to the top post. Hanging on only by his arms, his head whirled around to shout out to the driver, “STOP THE COACH! STOP IT NOW!”

“I can’t slow them down now, they’re panicked! We’ll have to keep on until they tire!” the driver hollered back, but that wasn’t enough.

“It’s my luggage!”

“Oh for Heaven’s-” the man twisted in his seat to throw his arm up in the air, “I am not turning around for your personal affairs, blast you!”

“WE HAVE TO TURN BACK.”

“If you want it that bloody much, you hop off,” the driver snarled, already turning back around. Unfinished with his beratement, however, he lifted a finger to the air, “But you’ll lose it! You’ll lose your ticket to London, mark my words! On we-”

He’d twisted back around… only to find no one hanging on.

“... Go?”

Already far behind, James lay directly on the border where dirt road met the grass, curling around his swelling elbow. It didn’t take a master practitioner of the medical arts to see that he’d broken his arm clean in half; the bone was sticking out from the skin. Or rather, bones. It was a rare injury for him to splinter the three bones that remained hidden from the world, but along with his radius forearm, the claws stuck out close to the juncture of his elbow. He hissed and moaned, but already was attempting to push himself to his feet. There was pain in his leg, but nothing as dramatic as the arm. The broken bones were the most significant injury - and he could walk with a practically obliterated arm. Trusting that the distance already put between himself and the coach was enough, he stood up and raced towards where the trunk remained.

He slammed to his knees beside it, rolling the front around so he could undo the clasps, shove up the lid and inspect his cargo.

Laura Howlett, James Hudson’s ward, sniffed - and whimpered unabashed when the sound made her nose shift. In the tumble, her head had slammed forward, crushing her nose against the inside of the trunk. Her father cursed quietly, and lifted his hands to cradle her face.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry-” James apologized, over and over. Her hands clutched at his sleeves, bloodying the jacket. He didn’t have the energy to particularly care - not even when her eyes went wide at the sight of his bones sliding back into place inch by godawful inch.

“You’re hurt.”

“You’re hurt,” he repeated back. With a hand on her chin, he made her lift her head, tilting it from side to side so he could inspect from all angles. “I shouldn’t have taken you this far, we can’t make it to London like this. You should have stayed in New York-”

“No!” she protested adamantly, and as if to prove her point, punched at his shoulders, “No, no! ¡Quiero quedarme!”

“Basta!” he snapped back, “Don’t fight me, Laura. Let me see now-”

She yelped as he corrected her nose, but soon enough it was healed, with only the blood to prove there had ever been a fracture. His arm shifted back into place with a nasty, audible snap of ligaments. He started shifting around her, reaching to pull up a fresh jacket to cover the blood. He also started to arrange the clothes - both his large, heavy shirts and her small, posh dresses - around so any further jostling would be cushioned, like an odd nest.

“We shouldn’t-”

Laura stopped him, pronouncing carefully, "London. You said we would go to London, and we will go to London. I don't want to go back to where..."

He'd opened his mouth to protest, but as she carefully dropped her gaze, suddenly unwilling to finish her sentence, he had to stop and merely sigh. It was a conversation they'd had before, a conversation they'd agreed upon. If not London, then not there. The loss was still a fresh wound for both. Even with their mysterious abilities, passed on from father to daughter, it was a pain that would not yet soon heal. The farmhouse that had been home for so long was a stark reminder of their loss.

If not there, then London - that was the conversation they'd had before.

They could have continued on alone. He knew they could. The two of them could have simply walked to London this way. But the only way they'd have made it this far was the route they'd already taken, and that came with strings. This route had come with a job offer that simply could not be refused. His employer was generous enough to take him on, pay for a ticket across the sea... But only one ticket. As generous as he was, he was frivolous, and only wanted loyal labourers under his care. He did not take kindly to men who turned their backs on him.

It was a fool who double-crossed him. To break a promise with the man and then wander right into the same city he'd be working out of, it was to sign your own death certificate.

No. If they wished to journey to London, it had to be under Nathaniel Essex's care.

They had to get back on that carriage.

He looked at the coach fading in the distance, then back to Laura. The same resolution in mind. It was always as such with the pair of them, wasn’t it? Two minds, linked through the wretched curse of their legacy, but perhaps more. Two souls, dependent on one another. Long ago, he’d promised his wife - as she cradled their sweet infant to her breast, singing lullabies passed from her mother and her grandmother before that - that Laura would be before all else. Perhaps down the line, Laura had made much the same promise to her mother in regards to him. They knew each other intrinsically. They both had an understanding of the other’s plans before it was even spoken. It didn’t need to be.

James fixed his jacket. Laura reached up, grabbing the inside of the trunk’s lid, and slowly lowered it on herself. James locked the latches. Laura adjusted, ensuring for his concern that she wouldn’t be tossed about. James lifted the trunk, up onto his back. Laura breathed, and he could hear it through the thin metal. She’d spoken on the exhale, putting every ounce of trust into him.

“Corras.”

And he started to run, at first so used to keeping appearances that it wasn’t enough. No human could catch up with a horse-drawn stagecoach, tossing and turning in the root-riddled road.

But he wasn’t human, was he?

James Howlett was not a man, but a monster. A demon. And he could make it to the carriage.

Onwards he pushed himself, faster and faster, until he was matching the speed of the horses, then overcoming it, rapidly pulling ahead until the carriage was upon them. With a huff, preparing himself for the exertion he was about to put himself through, he remained apace. One, two, three long strides. And then, heaving the trunk forward, it landed with a clatter on the back platform - and with a pounce, he followed.

The commotion made the driver turn around, and he was startled to see James’ head rise over the top of the carriage again.

“Bloody hell!” he cursed, “I thought you fell off!”

James, trying to catch his breath and seem casual, shrugged, “Almost. Hangin’ on by a thread, with your shit driving. Only just climbed back on. Watch it next time, got it?”

Before there was any further baffled protest from the driver, he turned back, slumping against the back of the cab. The trunk sat beside him, but he didn’t bother to place it back under to the luggage rack. He simply hugged it to his side, the corners awkward against his legs and his gut. Onwards they would go, until tall trees became stone, and the roots underfoot became the desperate and reaching beggars’ hands; until London came to introduce herself, like sickness welcomes itself at home in living flesh.

All omens of trouble ahead may as well be disregarded; the storm had finally caught up with the travelling party, and it began to rain overhead.

Fair enough on New Yorkers, the smog of London had no contenders for the most miserable air James had ever encountered. It wasn’t merely the pollution. Something rotted in the city. Perhaps it was all the politics, so much corruption that it left a tangible stench. But despite the overarching buildings, indeed as high forest branches, they didn’t enclose their space. Even as he took the directions down to the row of flats that would house him (and his secret companion), James was uncrowded by the narrow streets. It was nothing more and nothing less than what he’d seen in America, if not a little more composed in its history. Americans were fascinated with turning the wheel - the English had invented the wheel, played for many a century, and already their interest waned.

The flats themselves were Georgian in make, though that was more out of lack of care to renovate versus a certain pride in showcasing older architecture. What would have been an impressive and affluent street upon its building had faded with time. Right at the end, he could spot a hostel. But the street was bordered by a central garden square, which gave the decrepit neighbourhood a charming look.

Sarah would have adored it.

James shouldered on down the road, careful not to meet the eyes of his neighbours (for the time being). If it was a place he would live, that meant the men around here were as good as him; that is to say, they were not terribly trustworthy. He called judgement upon the landlady once he knocked on the door. As she led him up the stairs to his floor, he even double checked his pockets with her back turned. Still, he thanked her shortly and made her quickly retreat once he remarked that he would be changing out of his journey-worn clothes. With a distasteful sniff, she’d stuck her nose in the air, collected her shawl close around her, and went to slam the door behind her.

He went to do the locks behind her, and finally released Laura from the entrapment of his trunk. She made an exaggerated gasp of air, stretching out her sore, stiff limbs. He chuckled at her theatrics, reaching down to pull her out and set her on her feet.

“Tired?” he asked. She hummed in return, shaking her head.

“Hungry, then?” he asked, knowing it was the right question. She hummed in return, nodding adamantly.

Of course. Bemused but charmed by her giddiness, he nodded - they would try to find something. They had nothing stored yet in their cabinets, so out they would venture.

It took little effort on the man’s part to slip the little girl down the stairwell and out onto the street. For a block, James insisted that they remain separate, but once he was convinced they were out of sight of any watchful snitches, Laura was immediately by his side again, clinging to his hand. She took to making herself a nuisance, swinging his arm dramatically. He remained dutiful to his task of seeming bemused, with long sighs and stern shakes of his head, but the truth was that he hadn’t seen Laura in such high spirits since long before they’d climbed aboard the ship. She hadn’t been able to take a look at their new abode, given that she’d still been hiding in their luggage, but now that she was free, the little girl was enraptured by every sight, sound, and smell. The main streets were a constant struggle of tugging Laura away from the con artists and street performers, distracted by bright fabrics and flying ribbons.

“Mira, papa, mira!” she’d exclaim, pointing out toys set up in window displays. She let go of his hand only to dart right over, her feet on a step to press her nose against the glass. James sighed, pushing past two businessmen to tug at her hand.

“Food.”

“Papa!”

“Laura,” he warned, and she reluctantly stepped down, mumbling darkly in the language her mother had shared with her. He elected not to make the effort to translate in his mind, and started to lead the way down a sideroad. While a stranger to London, companions of the past were not, and there was always the recommendations. As it was told to him, the neighbourhood was unsavoury, but the regular attendants would be friendly to the likes of the Howletts. He wasn’t terribly concerned about Laura’s wellbeing. He was beside her, and experience had already taught them both that they made a formidable team.

There were worse things in London than a rowdy bunch of drunkards.

True to his old friends’ word, a sign advertising The Rose & Crown hung not far up ahead as he made the turn off the main road onto Trap Street. The cobblestoned path was too narrow for those impressive vehicles, but still wide enough to highlight the seemingly broad emptiness. The only person was an old, haggard man, sitting on one of the stoops and puffing away at a pipe. He eyed them with a bit of a sneer. Perhaps, if it wasn’t them, it may have frightened off any other. But James merely grasped Laura’s hand and tugged on her harder; she was starting to snarl back.

Approaching the inn made for a remarkable contrast. Even outside, the clamour was audible, and warm light shone through the windows that depicted bright and humoured folk. All of them particularly shabby, though like most after a drink or two, not seeming to particularly mind. James held the door open for Laura, and she led the way - infallible exuberance replaced by a cool, observant look as she studied the strangers around them. He gave her a nudge, guiding her towards an empty table - one where he could keep his back to a wall and his eyes on the room.

“Well well well, it’s not every day someone walks in here littler than me.”

James’ was shedding his coat when the voice spoke. He didn’t startle, yet turned with a suspicious look. He knew himself an intimidating man, yet there wasn’t a single falter in the glint in brown eyes. The barmaid only spared him a smile, dimpled where it quirked to the side, and she turned her attention back to the person she’d been speaking to in the first place: Laura.

“You, sweetie, look very pretty today. And hungry.”

Laura had a perplexed look on her face, conflicted between indifference and giddiness. Of course, she was her father’s daughter and they thrived on their levels of intimidation, but it was plain to see that she was immediately charmed by the barmaid. She finally gave in, and nodded adamantly in agreement.

“Just get us started with a drink. Two standards.” James said shortly, uninterested in exposing Laura to any lengthy conversation. He was already disregarding the barmaid, settling down with a grumble. But she hadn’t moved an inch, merely let her eyes slide over to him with a certain look. Not distaste, and certainly not fear. But there was a slight to her expression that made her suddenly seem adversarial. Without even moving her head, she flipped out the menu in her hand to hold it out to Laura.

“You take a gander and I’ll get back to you.” She turned to Laura with a warm smile, and gave her a wink before leaving for the back. Laura clambered into her seat with a newfound burst of energy, poorly smothering her smile when her father frowned at her. He took the chair across, crossing his arms where he leaned on the table.

“Ella es bonita.” Laura pointed out.

“Ai, Laura,”James shot back, his roving gaze snapping back to send her his scolding look, “Fácil. Mantén tu cabeza abajo, si?”

“Papito.”

“Hija.”

Laura wrinkled her nose and growled, before hiding behind the paper that’d been given to her. James huffed out a laugh at her attempt at having the last word, and returned to his careful scope of the room. The little girl quickly became disinterested in the words in front of her and mimicked him, craning her head towards the kitchen, where the back door had been left open. She tilted her head curiously, but James disregarded her behaviour until a huge gasp came from her.

“What?” he asked impatiently.

Still searching for the right words, she grunted and pointed.

“Papa, she disappeared!”

James sighed, lurching up to lean his elbows against the table as he started on one of his well-worn lectures, “Laura-”

“Wotcher sweetie, two standards!”

He fell back just in time to avoid the mug that came skidding in front of him. Laura’s tiny hands leaped forward to catch hers in time. Her eyes went wide, and flickered quickly up. Laura, who could be so calm and cautious and wary, absolutely beamed in pure, childish delight. He only frowned. Just like before, it didn’t seem to faze the barmaid.

After a moment of glaring, he had to ask, “How’d you do that so fast?”

“Ah,” she said, eyes sparkling - damn it, she was just waiting for him to bring up the very question.”Well, you take the time, you’d be surprised how quick things get done.”

“Ella es como nosotros.”

James’ gaze snapped back to Laura, but he didn’t scold. He didn’t glare. She knew what it would mean to say that. She knew that weight. Once more, the recommendation for the Rose & Crown came to mind, how the regular attendants would be friendly to the likes of the Howletts. It couldn’t have possibly meant- ella es como nosostros.

She’s like us.

The barmaid never batted an eyelash, only watched, patiently awaiting a response. He doubted she spoke, but there was something that knew. Could she get in their heads? Had she been following them? Did she know who they had come with? Expressionless, holding his breath, he took her in - really looked for the first time, every inch of her taking equal regard. Finally, he reached out, taking the mug in hand. He brought it to his lips, and just before taking a gulp, he gave one question.

“So, what do you know about mutants?”

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