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mariaofdoranelle · 6 months

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Look at Us Now - ch. 19

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Technically, it hasn’t been that long since I updated this fic. It feels like forever, though. And I have so many fluffy ideas I may or may not exceed the 8 remaining chapter a little. Oops? Good thing is that this is the first day of a very long school break!

Warnings: language, NSFW

Words: 2,8k

Rowan’s hands were everywhere. Her hair, her neck, her hips. The minute Maisie fell asleep, all the longing glances and chaste touches they shared throughout the day turned into this like a switch. Aelin had no idea how long they stayed there, making out in the hallway. She wanted to soak in his attention and savor every caress before letting themselves combust, but the urgency caused by the ache between her thighs told her otherwise.

“Are you sure?”

Aelin let out a breathless chuckle. “I think we’re halfway there already.”

He held both her wrists, stopping them at his lower abs. That’s not what I asked you, the look in his eyes told her.

“Yes.” Rowan’s mouth was back on her neck, and he sneaked a thigh between her legs, which she promptly rode. Aelin rolled her eyes, overwhelmed by the bliss flooding her body. “So fucking sure.”

They kissed their way to his bedroom, tumbling over each other because they wanted to move but didn’t want to let go. It was the slowest, messiest walk down the hallway she’s ever done, but it might be one of her favorites.

When they finally reached the door, Rowan took a step back. He opened it and let her in like a gentleman, just to shut it and shove her against it like a brute.

Aelin still had on the cotton sundress she wore to the birthday party. Rowan untied the strings on her shoulders, and frowned when the dress didn’t fall off.

“How do I get this open?”

She froze for a second, wondering about how vivid his memories of her were. He might not remember her in full detail, but with no clothes on, it’d be hard to hide the stretch marks from the pregnancy and her lower belly pooch, a little reminiscent weight that Aelin never found the time and energy to get rid of. Rowan’s memories might be filled with her long gone flat abs and her breasts at the height of its perkiness, but after Maisie…

Aelin leaned away from the door, reaching for her back as she swapped those thoughts away. “There’s one more tie, and a hidden zipper—“

Rowan tore the front of her dress open with his bare hands.

Aelin gaped. It was unbelievable, and unbelievably hot at the same time. “Rude!”

“You love it,” was the only thing he said before teasing a nipple with his fingers and flicking his tongue against the other, through her sheer lace bra. A moan tore out of Aelin’s mouth before she could answer, his touch erasing every single thought she had.

Rowan kissed his way down her body, eventually kneeling before her. “So fucking perfect,” he murmured against the freckles on her hipbone. “I could worship you all day.”

When he placed one of her legs over his shoulder, Aelin’s breath hitched. It was like the entire world vanished, and it was just Rowan—his face—and that annoying last piece of fabric separating him from her.

“I missed your skin.” He trailed kisses up her inner thigh, making her whimper. “And I missed those little sounds you make when I kiss it.” Rowan’s thumb traced her slit through the panties, the responding jerk of her hips making him smirk. “Did you miss me?

Without moving her underwear, Rowan pressed his thumb against her clit, still waiting for an answer.

Aelin’s reply was incomprehensible, a string of strangled moans, and Rowan’s dark chuckle was nothing short of satisfied.

“Good girl.”

He took a quick look at her leg tangled in his shoulder, and didn’t hesitate before ripping her panties as well. Before she could protest, Rowan worked his thumb against her entrance, went all the way up to her clit and back again. Rinse and repeat, lazily working her up until she loses her mind.

“One more thing to buy when you make me replace that dress.” Still toying with her pussy, he used his other hand to pick what was left of her lacy panties off the floor, grinning. “I could have a lot of fun picking those flimsy little things for you.”

“Ro…” Aelin caressed what she could of his military buzz cut and waited, not minding if he caught up on how much she needed him.

When his tongue first touched her pussy, Aelin almost lost it.

Half of Rowan’s head was lost between her thighs, and he worked her up in long and slow flicks against her clit. Her muscles tightened and she squirmed against his mouth, taking as much as she could get when he thrust two fingers in.

Aelin tried to control her moans, since they weren’t alone in the house, but the tongue and fingers combination was too overwhelming. If her whole body was on fire, Aelin had no words for how it felt between her legs.

Her hands ached with the need to touch him, but she needed them to hold herself upright in this position. Balance was a struggle right now, but she’d rather risk falling than interrupt him.

When Rowan’s fingers hit a sweet spot inside her, Aelin’s dam burst. Her hips stuttered, and her already shaky legs trembled with pleasure. After he worked through her high, she slowly slid to the floor and collapsed there.

With a pleased grin, he scooted closer and kissed her thoroughly, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Aelin moaned into it. It was almost infuriating, how everything Rowan did turned her on. After they separated, she used a piece of what was left of her dress to wipe both their chins, since Rowan’s got all messy when he went down on her—Aelin’s too, because of their kiss.

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her sweetly. “Wanna go to bed?”

Aelin grinned at him and got up, watching him shed his clothes on his way. She trailed her fingers over his abs, appreciation shining through her. It was so unfair, how she lost her flat abs after Maisie and he didn’t even get a hint of a dad bod.

Before she knew it, Rowan tackled her into the bed, making her squeal on her way down. He hovered over her, the corners of his eyes crinkling as she beamed at him.

She licked her lips, not wanting to shatter the moment, but also eager for more. “Condom?”

Rowan stiffened above her. He swallowed. “I don’t have any.”

“What do you mean, you don’t have any?”

“It’s been a while for me, Aelin. I—“

She groaned against his shoulder, hugging him closer. She barged into his house demanding to be together. He had no time to prepare.

Aelin cleared her throat, meeting his eye. “I mean, how desperate are we?”

“Yeah...” Rowan recoiled, his cheeks reddening.

“No! Um—” Aelin gripped both of his shoulders, her lips pursed as she thought of a better way to phrase it. “I mean, how desperate are we to not happen what could happen if we don’t use them?”

He frowned, his head tilted. “I’m not following.”

“Condoms aren’t a rule… they’re more like a warning.”

Rowan perked up, eyes widening. “We dealt with the consequences just fine that other time.”

Aelin shrugged. “The consequence could even look like me for once.”

“Are you on birth control?”

“No.”

He frowned. “And you’re fully aware of the likelihood of the consequence—“

“Yes, I’m a doctor, Rowan,” she snapped. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some—“

Before she knew it, he was lined up against her entrance, his tip on the verge of pushing in. Aelin’s breath rushed out of her lungs. She squirmed against him, but he wouldn’t thrust.

Rowan swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he studied her with an apprehensive stare. “I don’t want you to have regrets in the morning.”

“With you?” She caressed his cheekbone with her thumb. “Never.”

Aelin meant it. She never chose to have Rowan cemented in her life, but even when he drove her mad, she still knew he’s a good man. A great father. The closest thing to a regret Aelin had is that she wished she didn’t waste so much time fighting with him, but she did her best back then.

He gave her one more assessing look and must’ve liked what he saw, because the next second Rowan’s cock was slowly stretching her open. The right amount of pressure built up inside her because it was the right person holding her close tonight.

When he was buried inside her to the hilt, he didn’t move. Rowan searched her face one more time, a silent question there. Are you okay? That deep look in his pine-green eyes. The way he held her like she was something breakable, but he wanted to wreck her over and over again.

It was so much more than okay.

Aelin wrapped both legs around him, a silent command. Move.

And that he did, rolling his hips into a sensual pace, slowly building her pleasure. She writhed under him, trying to make their hips meet halfway, and Rowan was right there, eating up every expression she made like it was the best thing he’s ever seen. Then he took her mouth in his, and Aelin moaned into it. She arched her back, holding him closer and feeling that fire pool in her lower back.

Aelin had no idea how even his tender thrusts made her throb like this, because it was never this way with him. Apart from that one time when she was pregnant, they mastered every form of office sex and a bit of rough play powered by the intensity of her military training, but it was never like this. Just the two of them in a bed, his body over hers.

It was amazing, but right now, Aelin ached for the kind of sex that haunted her in the middle of the night for years, made her hand lose itself between her thighs despite herself so many times.

“Ro?” She waited until their eyes met to continue, “You’re holding back.”

Rowan let out a ragged, dark chuckle. He pulled out, making her miss his length inside her while he placed a pillow under her hips and put her legs up his shoulders to change the angle.

His next thrust made Aelin see stars.

Rowan’s pace finally matched the hunger in his expression, the new angle hitting all the right spots. She sobbed, her nerves being set on fire all at once while his long cock seemed to hit her even deeper. He held on to her hip for dear life with one hand while the other uncoordinatedly toyed with her boob, his breaths shaky.

There wasn’t much Aelin could do in this position, but she could barely savor his reactions under so much sensation. She closed her ankles behind his neck because why not and—

Fuck. She cried out, scratching Rowan’s shoulders as she trembled under him.

He squeezed her waist. “Aelin?”

“My clit,” she whimpered.

He quickly looked down, just to be sure of what he already knew. “Can’t reach it.”

“You already are.”

Realization dawned on him, and that’s when Rowan’s thrusting deepened, so his pelvis would rub that spot more.

It was too much. Her walls felt too narrow as he pounded into her, the pressure against her clit. Aelin couldn’t take it anymore, her gut tightened as she jerked under his attention. She moaned a string of curses, holding Rowan as she could.

He caressed her shoulders, soothing. “Come for me.”

Aelin’s knees buckled over his shoulder, and she went limp underneath him, moaning as her whole body dissolved into pleasure. Rowan didn’t look much better, her name on his lips as he came undone. She felt the absence of his cock inside her way too soon for her liking, right before she noticed him spilling himself on her inner thigh.

He crashed by her side immediately after, pulling her close. “I kinda made a mess down there,” he mentioned the cum currently laying on her thigh. Rowan knew she wouldn’t let him say he’s sorry, but his eyes seemed a little apologetic nonetheless. “I know I should’ve asked, but I was too far gone when I remembered.”

“S’okay.” A quick kiss on his lips. Aelin didn’t think about pulling out when she agreed to do it without a condom, but she didn’t mind it either. In fact, it was for the best. She wanted more kids, yes, but she wasn’t desperate.

Besides, she didn’t know Rowan’s opinion on the matter. She made a mental note to buy condoms first thing tomorrow.

“I need to clean up.” Aelin gave a pointed look to the t-shirt on the floor. “And you ripped my dress.”

He picked the shirt for her without leaving the bed. “Sorry.”

Aelin squinted her eyes at him. “You’re not.”

He had the gall to smirk.

Inside Rowan’s en-suite bathroom, it didn’t take much for her to realize that he meant it when he said he made a mess. Aelin closed her eyes, a quick tingling flooding her body. She’d be lying if she said that having Rowan’s cum running down her thigh didn’t give her a bit of a thrill.

She quickly did her business and found Rowan waiting for her in bed, smiling as the door opened. He patted the spot beside her and watched her dash to his embrace.

Rowan held her close, caressing her hair as she took his room in while they soaked in after-sex cuddles. His bedroom didn’t look much different from what she remembered, despite being years from when she last saw it. White walls, the wooden furniture was mostly the same, little pops of green here and there. One of the few new additions was a picture of Maisie alone on her first day of school, wearing a huge smile and a bag almost as big as herself.

“Aelin?”

She hummed, still lazily snuggling him.

“I love you.”

She smiled against his chest. “I fucked you that good, huh?”

Rowan tensed under her touch, not the reaction she was hoping for. He wouldn’t meet her eye either, even if he was trying to act as if nothing was wrong, and that’s when it dawned on Aelin. It was the second time he said the words to her, but she had failed to say it back.

“Ro?” With her head on his chest, she waited until his guarded green eyes met hers again. “I love you.”

His face cleared, a grin blooming on his previously reserved face like the sun parting through the clouds. “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah.” A laugh tore out of her, her heart hammering at the sight of his silly grin.

Rowan caged her beneath him again, peppering kisses all over her face, and between steamy sex and sweet cuddles, she could stay here all night. Something told her she would.

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“Morning, sunshine!”

Aelin didn’t know if it was Maisie’s high-pitched voice or the sound of the door slamming against the wall as the little girl busted it open, but it made her wake up in a jolt.

The way her daughter’s eyes widened was almost comical. “Mom!” She jumped onto the foot of Rowan’s bed. “You didn’t tell me you were having a sleepover.”

Aelin’s cheeks burned with the innocent comment on what she did last night. Repeatedly. Until way past her bedtime.

She wore the same oversized t-shirt she stole from Rowan last night, while he had shorts on. Though sleeping naked together would’ve been amazing, it was either that or leaving Maisie locked out if she had a nightmare.

“Maisy Daisy.” Aelin tried to sound joyful, but she was in desperate need to put some clothes before her motherly duties for the day began. It seemed a good enough alternative to a nightly emergency, but her barely-covered state didn’t look decent in the light of day. Still, she didn’t want to sound too stern and spook the little girl out, end her morning cheerfulness. “What did we talk about knocking?”

“No need at Daddy’s!” She grinned, which meant she was following the rules.

She sent Maisie a strained smile. “Honey, can you give us some privacy, please?”

“Yep.” She dramatically popped the p sound before running away.

Aelin slowly slid a deadly glare Rowan’s way and, to be fair, he did look apologetic. She could not believe he’d go over something she said and make Maisie follow different rules for different houses.

They were raising Maisie the same way, right?

“I’m so sorry—“

“You don’t ask her to knock?” Aelin whisper-yelled.

He raised both hands in surrender. “Well, I didn’t need to. Now I do, and—“

“I cannot believe—“

“Mommy?” Maisie peeked inside the room again, head tilted.

Aelin startled, hoping her daughter didn’t make too much of their hushed tone. “What, honey?”

“What’s a pribacy?”

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Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 5: Compromised

Once again I have to power through the drug’s grip as I stir. This time I wake up tucked away in the corner of a short room, one filled with computers, counters of gadgets, and motorcycles.

“Good, you’re awake. Again.”

I spot Q hunched over a desk, tinkering with a watch.

“How long have I been out?” I grunt.

“5 hours. Silva's gone. Escaped by wrecking a train.”

I sit up and take a deep breath. “Where’s Bond?”

“Disappeared.”

“M?”

“Disappeared.”

I sigh. “And I’m guessing you can’t tell me where?”

Q opens his mouth to say something but closes it. I should be used to this by now.

“I get it. More secrets. Comes with the job,” I say in a mockingly perky voice.

Q straightens up and walks over from the desk. “I’m not doing it to piss you off. It’s for security-”

“And you don’t think I’m trustworthy.” When Q doesn’t argue, that gives me my answer. “I suppose I can’t blame you. It’s what I get for being in this business.” Yet I still can’t rid the look of frustration off my face.

Q frowns. “You say one thing, but look another. Why be angry at me?”

I look away and busy myself with checking my leg bandages. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s just the drugs talking to me. Is there anything I can help with?”

I can already tell Q’s annoyed with me. “Sorry, 0011. With that leg-”

“Spare me the medical talk. I’m going home.”

“Here, let me help.” Q rounds the hospital bed and starts pushing. “We’re in the basement so you’ll have to take the elevator.”

My nose scrunches in confusion. “Basement? Why are you hiding down here?”

I can almost feel him roll his eyes. “I’m not hiding down here. This is my office.”

“Really?” I take one last look around the lab before Q wheels me into the elevator. “It’s nice. Much more quiet than upstairs.”

“Hm. Never thought of it that way. I always thought they just gave me the basement because it was the only place left.” After we exit the elevator Q pushes me to the lobby. “I’ve radioed for a car to drive you home. Is your house in town?”

“I’d hardly call my tiny apartment a house. It’s in Hatfield, so not too far away.” An SUV pulls up to the curb and Q helps push my bed into the backseat. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do this.”

The man smirks. “‘Course I have to. Can’t have one of our 00 agents sent home in a meager cab, can we?”

That’s what I am, a government asset. Is it bad that I’m disappointed he doesn’t see me as someone else?

“Sorry for arguing earlier,” I say glumly before he shuts the door.

“Water under the bridge, 0011. We’ll contact you if there’s any progress with Silva, but for now it’s best if you recover. I’ve packed you a wheelchair for you to use at home.”

“Can I still come in to work tomorrow?”

Q laughs and shakes his head. “And I thought I was a workaholic! Sure, you can come in tomorrow. But no physical activity, only paperwork.”

I groan. “You take the fun out of everything. Goodbye, Quartermaster.”

“Feel better, Mrs. White,” Q smirks and gives a wave as the car starts to pull away.

Again with that codename. If I didn’t know better I’d say that Q’s finally starting to get a sense of humor. On the way home my troubled mind keeps flashing between my thoughts for Q and worrying about Bond. If Silva still has the list, could that mean I might be the next victim?

“Is this you, miss?” The driver up front asks.

The familiar gray building sends comfort to my rushing feelings. “Yes. Would you mind helping-?”

“Yes, of course. Q said to make sure you got out safely.”

Is there anything that goes past that man’s head? After I’ve been lifted out and placed in the wheelchair, I thank the driver and start making my way inside the building. I’ve always said I decided on a simple home because I was waiting to see where my job would take me. Then I settled for it because I’m always too busy with work to be at home. But now I think it’s because I’ll always be alone and shouldn’t bother living in a big house.

I must say that taking the elevator up instead of stairs is a change. I guess I took my health for granted until it got taken away, and now I’m stuck sitting down for a month. Could be worse, I guess. At least I’m not in the same condition as Jason- Oh no.

I’m at my apartment door, and something’s wrong. Back when I first started, I learned an old security trick about placing a piece of paper near the door so you can tell if it’s been opened. Ever since then I’ve always put a slip of paper on the floor. Bond calls it old-fashioned and paranoid. But it works.

I know so because I’ve opened my door now and the paper’s been moved.

Quietly, I slip my revolver out from under my pocket and look around. The only movement is Cricket, who’s waiting for me in the kitchen. I haven’t fully entered the room yet, and in my weakened state I don’t plan to. If there is someone waiting for me I’m in no condition to fight. My only thought is hoping that Eve picks up the phone. I dial the number and after a short while she answers.

“0011, what’s wrong?”

“Someone’s been in my apartment,” I whisper. “My name must have been compromised. Is there a safe house anywhere?”

A few seconds go by. “The closest place near yours is Q’s apartment.”

The thought of interfering with Q’s private life creates a whole new set of problems in my mind, but I can’t afford to be picky when my life is at stake.

“I don’t care. I just need to hunker down where I won’t be killed. Is it safe?”

I hear Eve laugh. “This is Q we’re talking about. Of course it’s safe. It’s 3 blocks down and 5 over, number 221b. The code is 3155.”

“Thank you, Eve. I’ll call if there’s any more trouble.” I return the phone to my pocket and signal to Cricket. “Come here, Cricket. You’re coming with me.”

The gray tabby pitter-patters over and hops onto my lap with a delighted meow. After locking the door and making a quick exit I get back to the fresh air and wheel down the sidewalk to Q’s apartment. The whole time I keep looking over my shoulder, the loaded gun still at the ready under my shirt.

At first I think I’m lost but it turns out Q lives in a neighborhood where all the buildings look the same. When I get to 221b and enter the code I first notice the smell. It’s super clean, like the smell of laundry. Next I’m welcomed by a hairless cat, who takes a liking to Cricket right away. The two cats go running up a staircase and leave me to get a better look at the place. Of course Q would keep a tidy home, but what surprises me most is the various cooking tools set up in the kitchen. Maybe lab gadgets aren't the only thing he experiments with?

It’s not my place to snoop around a coworker’s home, so I should just wait for him to come home. The locked door behind me is an assurance all in itself. I move myself to the couch and lift myself off the wheelchair. At first I’m positive I’m in no state of mind to sleep but I’m proven wrong as my eyes start to close…

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draconicdominant · 3 months

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Family Secrets Ch 1. Sean looked down at his bus ticket and then down at the rows of gray seats. ‘All the way to the back?’ He thought with a sigh and shuffled his feet to the rear of the bus, bringing him back to younger days when he had rode the bus to school. Sean Moore looked a bit older than he really was. For a twenty-two year old freshly graduated college student, he looked more like he was twenty-five. Though that had a lot to do with his he carried himself and his overall person. Standing a few inches of six feet, he stood over most everyone. With the fit frame of a football linebacker, broad shoulders, shapely chest and firm legs with biceps the size of cantaloupe, it made him seem far more mature in age. Given his size he was also concerned about his seating. The last thing he wanted to do was sit beside a large person with no special awareness. With his gray luggage bag stowed away on the side of the bus, he took his seat with a book on his lap and a bottle of water. His chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes were a genetic trade he got from his father. One who he had not heard from in thirteen years after he ran off. His tan skin had come from his mother, naturally tan his complexion was what most people basked out in the summer sun to achieve. Sean watched as the people filed into their seats and he was pleasantly surprised when he saw a fairly attractive woman walking down the length of the bus. She had curly ginger hair, creamy freckled skin, blue eyes and glossy pink lips. The black pencil skirt she wore was plain, as was the white low cropped shirt she wore with it. Her large B-cup breasts matched her slender frame and slight hips. When she double checked her ticket and sat down beside Sean, she smiled politely.

‘Guess I don't have to worry.’ He thought, smiling back at her.

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‘He is on his way home.’ Judy texted in the group chat, leaning against the counter in the break room. Judy Moore was a curvy young woman. Her short walnut brown hair was tied up in a small bun at the back of her head. Wearing a pair of black slacks and a blue top, she fit in with the other staff. Like her mother who was equally curvy, she had perky thick breasts and wide hips with an even waistline that was not overly thick nor thin. Her rounded ass was something she had worked hard for at the gym. Three days a hip she worked out and plenty of that had been to get the bubble-butt she was aiming for. Her blue polished nails typed away at her phone as she waited for her food to heat up in the microwave. The blue heels she wore gave her an extra two inches of height but even then she was barely taller than her sister. Born together but rather different, her sister Jill was lean and a couple inches taller but was smaller all round too.

‘His bus drops off in five hours. It's still a connecting bus ride from there. Don't get too excited yet Judy.’ Jill replied in the group, her message coming up in a green chat bubble.

‘I know but I missed him so much.’ Judy replied, putting an anxious emoji in.

‘Me too.’ Cassie added.

‘He will be here tomorrow you two. Chill out. Besides, you have the fun stick today Judy. count yourself lucky.’ Jill said.

Judy smirked and turned her attention to the microwave as it signaled its completion. It was true, she did have the app controlled vibrator in and she had already felt some pleasure earlier on in the morning. What she wanted though, was the real thing. Taking out her plate of baked chicken breast with a side of mushrooms and beans, she made her way back to her desk. As the front desk receptionist for the salon she worked at, her main duty was greeting, scheduling and taking calls. Her desk was nothing fancy, just a semi-circular desk with a landline, two monitors, a filing cabinet and a black chair. A chair that was damp in the middle after precumming for the last two hours. Judy stuck her fork into several mushrooms and brought the steaming vegetables to her lips when she paused. Without warning the vibrator that was firmly lodged in her pussy came to life. The front of the toy rested on her aroused and sensitive clitoris. The three inch toy had a gentle curve to it that pressed against her G-spot. Her breathing became labored as the vibrations steadily rose higher, then the pattern changed to a pulse. Two small pulses with a break, followed by a three second long vibration. Judy's sight glazed over as she became lost in the first climax of the day. Her body tensed and her vagina tightened around the toy as her growing need to orgasm got closer. Then, the vibrations abruptly stopped leaving her aroused and frustrated. Judy loved the way he teased her. The way he kept her hanging on the edge of a climax but never near enough that she could force herself over the peak. ‘I guess those years of training are paying off.’ She smirked.

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dozsu · 1 year

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Emotions in the Stars

Of Endless Blue — Ch.1

A girl stood at the edge of the Horizon.

Kova was no longer stunned like the first times she had been here. Funny how incredible things like the limits of reality could end up feeling like commonplace after years.

Still, she let the sight amaze and inspire her, she stared to the infinite wall of dark and voidness and let it stare back. Kova would never allow the years to rob her of the wonder she had for the world around her. But work was due, so the wonders of the world had to wait for later.

The results of the beeping and zipping machines let her know exactly what she expected, yet, the confirmation in paper made her chest swole with pride (an emotion that was quickly put aside). The theory said that nothing could exist beyond the horizon, but the Horizon had only been met little more than two centuries ago. And her kind stopped working on theories and experiments after only one century, when it was deemed useless and dissapointing.

She hated those two words, they made her remember awful things (but hate was even more dangerous than pride, so she put it aside as well)

"Useless and Dissapointing"—Kova whispered to the Horizon while checking the machine’s data log—"that would make two of us, but we are to show them different, don't we?"

The readings were foggy to untrained eyes. A deep arcane wavelenght pattern different from that of the universal weave coming from the Horizon, a very dim signal, yes, but one nontheless. That meant... well, Kova didn't know exactly what. It wasn't going to be an immediate breakthrough, nothing with the arcane was. But possibilities were extensive, new arcane techniques could be developed, maybe the ever expanding magitech could find an usage for it, this discovery could be the answer to her displacement theory, maybe even...

Her head started ringing, mind communication spells were really the worst. Specially when the tone in your head wasn't a soft and inviting tune, but the imperative tune that was warning you that "not answering" was the wrong choice.

Kova let the ring go on for a few more moments, saving all the collected data onto her iron necklace, while trying to decide which person would be the most undesirable, sadly, it ended up being the worst.

"Hello misstress, you know you are late in your report, right?"—Her chaperone said with that perky voice of her that was full of untold commentaries

"Violet, we are just at a few hours before mid-cycle, you know that i have never missed a report before last month, and yet, that day i profusely gave my pardons for not being considerate enough to warn the space shark that i could not afford to lose half of my ship."

"Oh mistress, but you see, it isn't about what you can do, it is about what you should be able to do."—Violet let the idea linger, letting it be known once again that she thought the same as everyone else—"Anyway the reason of my early calling is not to revise your recent failures, at least not now. It is about the recent success of your father"

"Did he finally decided to stop wearing those emeralds? They were the most ugly i had ever seen"

"No, he actually wore them splendidfully today, in case you didn't know, today he-"

"He was elected, i know"—Kova interrupted without care.

The news weren't a surprise, her father had made sure to put everyone on his side, but the confirmation made something itch inside Kova.

"Then i shouldn't have to explain the real reason of my message"

"It is clear, in the same way that i shouldn't need to say that my investigation period doesn't end up until next week"

"Yes, though i clearly remember that in your last report you said that you should had been able to get the results you were looking for around this day. So, did you get them?"

"I... Yes, i did, actually, just moments before you called, almost like it was coincidence"—Lying to Violet would be the dumbest thing someone could do, specially if she already had a link to your mind. Still, Kova would let her know that the tracking protocol in her devices didn't passed unnoticed.

"Wonderful, then you are free to get back”

“Eh? Well-”

“The beacon is ready to be activated, your chambers had already been dusted off and the chefs are already preparing your food.”

“Wait!“

“Oh lady Vak, your maids will be so happy to see you again" —And so, Violet cut the connection.

Kova felt the words echo in her mind, she chewed the message, processed the immediacy in which Violet said everything, and then it really hit her. She had to leave. Now.

The usual for an arcanist would be to have week or two for double checking the investigation results to seek for any errors. She expected to have another week. But no, it was never about the investigation. It was about having Kova away, the literal farest away they could . And now that her father had achieved his goal, he could allow his dissapointing daughter near him once again.

Kova didn’t knew if she really had a soul, but for a moment she felt how it slipped out of her body, leaving her cold. But, as if her soul noticed that it was falling away, it came back with force, a lot of force, more than she could handle.

She started growling, exhaling tiny puffs the color of nebulaes and felt her scales appearing. She knew exactly what was happening, it was a fatal flaw she was born with, a curse that most of her kind knew about.

Kova kept exhaling her characteristic fantasy colored breath, as long as it kept looking like that everything would be okay. She just had to rationalize and understand her feelings, that way she could properly get hold of them before they got control on her.

Anger because of her father? Probably.

Annoyance towards Violet? Definetly.

But that wasn’t everything. Those were strong emotions that burnt like flames and stung like wasps, she already knew how to deal with them.

The real problem was the phantom feeling that hid beneath her skin and took control of her breathing and pulse, an emotion that pulled from her, constantly asking what was going to happen, it was similar to simple worry, but Kova knew better, her emotions had been a constant enemy through her life and learned to give them names.

She was... scared, afraid of what her father could do with the highest rank one could reach in the NSC, horrified of going back to what her life used to be, terrified of being right beside the focus of attention. Many emotions she never learned how to control it. So she decided to take the only path that could work, burn the freezing fear.

Kova knew that this day would come, she had been expecting it since her travels started twenty years ago. A week of warning was the only thing she hoped to get. But that’s how things worked around her family. So she decided to comply in act of defiance. She wouldn’t just get back home, she would let everyone know it

Her main tool, as with many of her kind, was her breath. Kova’s breath wasn’t of poisonus gas, as it was expected of her race. Instead, the magic she favored and the years of practice had altered Kova’s breath to something way more useful. And so, she prepared herself breathing many times, letting her true form take place with each drag of air. Scales replaced the skin and clothing, hidden wings protuded from her back, hair becoming a pair of horns and crest, her size and features changing very quickly.

Where a girl stood before, a fifteen feet tall green dragon was facing the tiny spaceship. Kova let her lungs fill once again and kept the drag of air the longest she could, transforming the air inside them into a substance that could warp reality, the only thing that made her remarkable at the eyes of society, and the thing she was going to use to embarass her father.

Many minutes had already passed and she was starting to get dizzy, she had never charged her breath this much. Kova knew she was being pety, that this was all just going to be the childish tantrum of an uncontrolable kid, exactly the thing that everyone accused her off. And that would give her father just another point and example in a future discussion. But she didn’t care, no one knew how horrible it was to be a prisioner of your emotions, having to reprime yourself everytime your heart beated too fast. With all those thoughts in her head, kova was almost starting to feint, and so, she exhaled with the most power she had contained before.

A cloud full of tiny stars and colours that danced between purple, blue and pink filled the space in front of her. Kova let herself veer into the cloud, she had already setted the coordinates of the spell while containing her breath, now she only had to wait and let herself be took by the nebula of magic. Reality got messy when teleportingit required your full attention to do nothing, instants felt like eternities that never happened, movements were infinite and non-existant, and your mind gets full of all the nothings in the world. It was just after moving when you could process it all and it always felt unreal, like you just arrived where you wanted because you were sleepwalking. At least that is how things were suppoused to go

Maybe because of her charged breath, maybe because of her proximity to the Horizon, Kova had a glimpse to the space between realms, she was in a place of dark and voidness, a place that wasn’t suppoused to exist. She could see her entire reality as if from outside, and it was... trapped? Like a marble inside a jar.

Kova couldn’t breath, but most importantly, she couldn’t understand what was happening, and without answers, her mind fade into blackness.

#Of Endless Blue #Fanfic #DnD #Fantasy #Sci Fi #Dragon #original story #oc

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mintwithchoco · 3 years

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Can u make kim chaewon smut wearing that halloween costume? Thank u

Trick Or Treat

IZ*ONE Chaewon x Male Reader

Word Count: 2931 words

Categories: smut, oral, facefucking, daddy kink

note; sorry that this took a long time. 2931 words of kim chaewon coming right at ya’, hope you’ll enjoy.

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"Trick or treat!"

You heard a knock on the door and the voice of Kim Chaewon, your girlfriend's friend. Still putting up some decorations in the living room, you jumped in shock, thinking why Chaewon came 2 hours early for the Halloween party. You walked towards the front door and twisted the doorknob to open the door.

"Damn, you're really early Chae….won.."

You were speechless as you see Chaewon dressed up in a one-piece dress that is short enough to reveal her slim thighs and tight enough to show off her petite body and her perky boobs. The top part of her outfit was see-through, allowing you to see her shoulders. She was wearing a hairband with two horns, portraying her cosplay as a devil. You tried to not drool at the sight and throw away dirty thoughts about her as you stood there as straight as a tree.

"Oppa? Are you okay?" Chaewon asked you while waving her hand in front of your face.

You snapped out of your trance and quickly invited her into your apartment. She walked to the living room and sat on a couch. You slowly walked towards the living room as well, nervous as your brain was sending an impulse to your crotch. You fixed your pants so that it won't show your growing bulge before going back to decorate the wall. Suddenly, Chaewon came towards your side and started helping you out.

"I came early because I wanted to help you decorate!" Chaewon said.

"Ahh, it's fine actually, but I do appreciate your help, thanks!" You said to her and got back to work on the wall decorations.

You both were getting deep into a conversation about how her group's concert went. You told her that you loved her sub-unit's performance and her new hair color. She blushed and thanked you for your compliment. Throughout the conversation, you noticed that Chaewon’s actions were flirty, such as hitting your shoulders every time you made a little joke and licking her lips whenever she’s in your eyesight. You just ignored it because you were focusing on finishing the decorations before the others arrive.

Suddenly, she dropped some ribbons on the ground. Of course, she bent down to pick them up and surprise surprise! You got a perfect view of her ass in shorts which you're not gonna lie, has fapped to a bunch of times in her fancams. You mentally slapped yourself as you were already thinking about grabbing onto her hips and slamming her ass onto your crotch. She took her time picking the ribbons and you were feeling uneasy because of your now obvious boner.

"Ahh, sorry about that, I- ohh…" Chaewon stopped talking after she had finally realized what she had done. Your face was hot and red, filled with embarrassment. You were ready to face the consequences but a sudden smirk appeared on Chaewon's face.

"I..I'm so sorry about t-this...I'll calm it down in the bathro-" You were interrupted by Chaewon suddenly pinning you to the wall.

"It's okay, I can help you with that...daddy." She whispered into your ear sexily, slowly drawing her hand onto your crotch. You moaned in response, thinking about stopping her but the pleasure was too much for you to have and you don't wanna miss it.

"Ch-Chaewon-ah...Saku-"

"Don't worry, daddy. Sakura unnie likes it when we…"play" with you. In fact, she actually told me about you fapping to my fancams. You like my ass, don't you?" Chaewon shook her ass, teasing you as your pants grew tighter.

You slowly nodded in response. Now filled with lust, you moaned loudly to her touch. Chaewon knelt down to see your bulge sticking out. She slowly licked the tip of your cock through your pants and pleasure instantly jolted through your body. Her hands were on the side of your pants, tugging it to take it off. You helped her and threw your pants somewhere in the living room.

Now in your underwear, Chaewon groped your sticking bulge, feeling your hard shaft as it produces more precum, staining the piece of cloth covering your cock. Finally, Chaewon pulled your underwear down and your cock sprang free. It slapped Chaewon in the face, acknowledging how big it is. She giggled and stroked your cock a few times, making your tip leaks more precum.

"Does that feel good, daddy?"

"Yeah...keep doing that Chaewon-ah…."

Chaewon's strokes increased in length, going fully up and down your 8-inch cock. The room was filled with your euphoric moans as you felt Chaewon's kisses on your shaft before putting her lips on your tip. Chaewon moaned at the taste of your sweet precum. After licking off all the precum on your tip, she parted her lips and took you inside her small mouth.

Chaewon sucked your cock inch by inch, filling her mouth with your warmth. You let out a soft grunt every time the tip of your cock makes contact with her throat. Sakura's mouth was tight, but Chaewon's mouth was rather soft and perfectly shaped your cock. You looked down to see the beautiful woman who was driving you crazy with her mouth. You ran your hand through her black short hair and placed your hand on the back of her head.

"Ahh, good girl…" You said before Chaewon removes your shaft from her mouth after a few more bobs.

"I want daddy to fuck my throat."

You were a little shocked that Kim Chaewon, the innocent-looking idol was so good at dirty talking. Maybe she learned it from mommy? Fulfilling her lustful request, you formed a little ponytail with her hair and forced your cock into her mouth. Once you're inside, you start to move your hips and thrust inside her tight throat. Her adorable eyes looking at you while you fucked her throat was the cutest thing you ever witnessed throughout the sinful act. You upped your pace and Chaewon moaned on your cock, throbbing it harder than before. Her gag reflexes were non-existent, so you were more than happy enough to fuck her throat deeply.

"Is this what you want, baby?" You asked her and forced her down your shaft, widening her eyes as saliva starts pouring out from her mouth.

"Mmm-mmhm!" Chaewon murmured, feeling satisfied as her mouth is full of your warm shaft.

You continued your fast pace after deepthroating her for a few seconds. Her makeup was ruined because of her saliva spilling out as you fuck her mouth without a care. Eventually, you feel your cock twitches, signaling your orgasm is about to arrive. Chaewon felt the sudden twitch of your cock and started to bop her head down your shaft following your rhythm to chase your orgasm.

"Baby, I-I'm gonna-" You struggled to speak as Kim Chaewon fastened her pace until your orgasm finally arrived. You erupted in her mouth with your warm and thick semen, covering the entirety of it. She tried to take it all in but your orgasm was so big that it leaked from the sides of her mouth and dripped to the floor. Your orgasm didn't finish instantly as your tip still oozed out little spurts of cum even after you removed your shaft from Chaewon's mouth. Her face was covered in her own saliva and a little bit of your cum due to your non-stopping orgasm just now. She raised her head to face you and opened her mouth to show your cum that filled her pretty mouth. You smiled as she closed her mouth and swallowed your cum, giggling right after.

"Mmm, daddy tastes sweet."

"You did well, baby." You said before lifting her up to your arms and straddles her legs to your hips.

"Now daddy wants to fuck his little slut." You brought her to the couch and laid her down on her back. You took off your shirt and gave it to her to wipe off the dirty remarks on her face. Chaewon looked a bit nervous after dropping your shirt onto the floor.

"Why do you look so nervous, baby?"

"Daddy's cock is so big...I'm afraid that you're gonna break me…" Chaewon looked up to you with puppy eyes, sending a wave of emotions to your brain. How can she be so adorable when you were about to ruin her?

You chuckled, "Don't worry Chaewon-ah, daddy will take good care of you."

Your hands quickly placed itself beside her and pinned her to the couch, showing off your dominance. You slowly glide your hand towards her back to reach the zipper of her dress. Once you found the zipper, you pulled it down harshly and slowly dragged the dress off Chaewon's body with her help. After throwing the dress somewhere in the room, Chaewon was left in a black lace bra with shorts but soon after, she discarded the shorts to reveal her matching panties. No more words were needed as you lowered your face towards hers, connecting both of your lips to fulfill each other's desire.

While making out, your hand sneaked up behind her to unhook her bra. Chaewon moaned as her perky breasts were exposed to you. You fondled her breasts and pinched her pink nipples softly. Chaewon was petite, but her body was a killer, packed with curves, well-endowed breasts, and of course, a nice ass. Pulling yourself away from her lips, your mouth latched onto her left nipple after leaving a few kisses on her neck. You made sure her nipples were drenched by making circles with your tongue around it. You took your time on her left nipple before moving on to the right.

"Mmm, daddy…" Chaewon ran her hand through your body and eventually reached your cock. She strokes it slowly to get it back into full hardness. After a full minute of sucking on her nipples, you pepper her stomach with kisses before taking off her panties. Gliding your hand to her revealed pussy, you feel her getting wet with your touch. You rubbed her vagina with your hard erection up and down, earning more moans from Chaewon. Then, you thrust forward, your cock parts the lips of her pussy and enters her tight walls.

You were only a few inches inside Chaewon and you already feel like you’re gonna be stuck there forever as her walls were suffocating your cock. You pushed more of you into her, grunting loudly until the room echoed. Chaewon’s tears fell down as the euphoric sensation took over her. You kissed her once again to make sure she felt calm in your embrace as you thrust deeper into her. Both of you let out a satisfied sigh when your cock was fully inside her.

“Fuck...daddy is so big...” Chaewon moaned in your ear.

Steadily, you retreated from her walls and left only your tip there. You slam back into her and slowly develop a rhythm of thrusts. Chaewon was drenched, making it easier for you to enter her despite the feeling of her tight pussy. As you increase the pace of your thrusts, her breasts slightly bounced along. You cupped her breasts and used them as handles to fuck Chaewon even harder. Chaewon placed her hand on your back for support, whining in pain and pleasure because of your long thrusts.

"Ahh…baby, you’re so tight,” you whispered into her ear, followed by a hot breath to increase Chaewon’s pleasure.

Chaewon's moans became more intense as she felt her orgasm was fast approaching. You felt her walls were getting warm, signaling you to fuck her even faster.

“Daddy! I’m gonna cum!”

“Yes, cum all over my cock, baby,” As your words were out of your mouth, Chaewon came instantly, her juices drowning your cock and staining the couch underneath. She cried out of pleasure and moaned beautifully into your ears. Throughout her orgasm, you kept thrusting your rod into her wet core, spilling more of her nectar while Chaewon tried to recover her senses. You withdrew your shaft from her freshly fucked pussy and admired the beautiful mess that you made. Still panting heavily, you gave Chaewon no break as you turned her body and lifted her hips up to the air.

Without wasting any more time, you grabbed her tiny waist and inserted your shaft into her tight pussy once again. Chaewon was still sensitive because of her orgasm earlier, so she lets out a loud scream. Her ass beautifully clapped on your crotch as you pound her insides. You gave her ass two loud slaps, each landing on both of her ass cheeks. Chaewon buried her face in the couch to muffle her moans that were getting louder every time you penetrate her. Annoyed that you couldn’t see her gorgeous face, you harshly pulled her hair and smacked her ass once more with your free hand.

“Ahh daddy! You fill me up so well! Spank me harder!" Chaewon moaned.

With no hesitation, you smack her plump ass a few more times, earning shrieks and gasps from the fairy that is Kim Chaewon. Both of your crotches were getting even wetter with Chaewon's juices that were flooding out of her. The only thing that was on your mind at that moment was pleasuring her, the thought of her aegyos was already lost from your mind as you learned that Chaewon was more than a cute radish. The symphony of her moans continues to drive you wild as you feed off Chaewon’s desire.

You couldn’t get enough of Chaewon’s warmth as your thrusts were getting deeper and deeper. Suddenly, Chaewon squirmed and let out a loud and piercing scream. Your shaft has reached her g-spot and increased Chaewon's sensations. You kept thrusting into the same spot while running your hands all over her tight body that was covered in sweat.

"More, daddy! I'm g-gonna cum again!"

Chaewon's words awaken your senses as you drive yourself into her like a madman, filling her tight pussy with all of your cock. Her pussy was clenching your cock to force you to your orgasm. The pressure inside your body was increasing every thrust as you can feel your body tensing up. As the both of you were getting closer to your impending orgasm, you pull Chaewon's body to you so her back would land on your chest. The new position made both of you feel closer than ever as you both kissed deeply, exchanging saliva into each other's mouth.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good around my cock, I'm going to cum inside you, baby," You said after pulling away from the kiss and hugged her body.

"Yes, fuuck! Pound me harder daddy! Fill your pretty slut up with your cum!" Chaewon was filled with desperation for your climax.

Your cock was twitching hard inside her warm vagina and you did everything you could to hold yourself so the both of you will reach your orgasm at the same time. Eventually, you felt your crotch being covered by Chaewon's juices as her walls clamped your cock painfully. Chaewon's head rests on your shoulders as she reaches her orgasm, her body trembles as her cunt was producing waves of her juices, moaning directly into your ears.

A groan of pleasure came out of your mouth as your orgasm hit, all of the muscles in your body flexed as you erupted inside her, covering her walls with your white and thick cum. Chaewon’s eyes rolled back in satisfaction as she felt your cock being embedded deep in her. You held her body tight in your embrace, sweat dripped off your forehead as you filled her with your warmth.

"Daddy feels so warm…"

You kept thrusting into her despite your release, aiming to send your load deep inside her cunt. After Chaewon's pussy had milked your cock dry, you pulled yourself away from her inch by inch. Your cum starts to flow out of her pussy slowly and drips down her thighs, showing you how big your load was. Both of you were exhausted as the both of you collapsed on the couch, panting heavily while still hugging each other.

“That..was amazing, Chaewon-ah…” You said before kissing her on the lips.

“Yeah, I loved every single part of it daddy.”

Suddenly, your eyes land on the clock. 7:44 p.m. Realizing that the party is about to start in 40 minutes, you and Chaewon quickly cleaned up. Thankfully, Chaewon’s dress was not wrinkled and you haven’t worn your costume yet. You fight the urge to have sex again with Chaewon in the shower as time was ticking. Eventually, the traces of sex were gone 15 minutes before all the guests comes in.

During the party, while you were talking to a friend at a corner, Sakura suddenly grabbed your hand and brought you to your room. After she closed the door, she looked at you with a cold expression. You thought for a while as why she was looking that way and eventually, you realize that she had maybe found out about what you had done with Chaewon. Your heart beats faster as Sakura walked slowly towards you.

“So, did you have fun with Chaewon?” Sakura said and gave a slight smirk.

“I can expla-”

“Don’t worry, oppa. Chaewon’s hot, so I understand why you came inside her.” Sakura said while circling your chest with her fingers.

“I just want one thing from you…” Before you can ask what she wants, Sakura pushes you to the bed and crawls towards you.

“I need you inside of me.”

#asks #izone smut #chaewon

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shanscript · 3 years

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who: daishou x v!reader

what: adult characters, dirty talk, blindfolding, bondage, teasing, smug body worship, finger sucking, tiddie touch, twist it flip it bop it, light aftercare, hint of a fluffy ending

wc: 1932

cross posted to the ao3

a little something i vibed to!

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we out here being unapologetically self indulgent~ enjoy 💕

“Mmmm so desperate,” Daishou hissed into your ear, “D’you even know how much you’re dripping into my lap?”

Your eyes darted back and forth beneath the blindfold. You could feel goosebumps tingling up your neck as his lips barely grazed your skin. Sweat was already pooling where your shoulders rested on his taught chest. You drew a stuttering breath, tipping your head back to brush your cheek against Daishou’s parted lips. He groaned as you shifted on top of him, pressing your ass down into his groin. You felt the curve of his hardening cock rising between your folds. Desperate didn’t begin to cover it.

“Sssuguru. Fuck,” you gasped out, tilting your hips to smudge your essence along his length, “Fucking touch me.”

He stopped moving completely. You could barely hear him breathing into your neck over the pounding in your ears. You held your breath, tightening your grip on the pillow above your head. Your wrists were bound together snugly. A sharp exhale rushed through your nostrils when Daishou flicked your nipple with a swift fingernail.

“Good things come to those who wait,” he sneered, other hand attending your opposing breast with a teasing touch. He raked his nails over the ends of your perky nipples, affecting your nerves and core simultaneously. Anticipating his every move, your vision blocked by the silk restraint, only heightened the reception of your supple skin. Daishou’s tongue dragged along your earlobe, drenching it with saliva. You fought the urge to flinch away from the dizzying sensation. Your imagination provided you with the imagery your eyes failed to. Every hungry moan he breathed into your ear brought split-second fantasies to life behind your eyelids.

“Mmm your tits,” his voice was low, fingers tracing slowly around the mountains and valleys of your chest, “So soft, so perfect.”

His gentle touch turned greedy. Warm palms kneaded your areolas as he groped you possessively. “They’re so fucking distracting,” Daishou grunted, “Miss me sucking on them, don’t you?” You felt his full length twitch against your puffy cunt. Your hips canted back, begging for him to finally slip inside. A needy whine hummed in your chest, barely escaping through parched lips. Fingernails closed around your hard nipples. “You let me do anything to them,” he pinched and pulled your sensitive skin, “You’re so wet for it. Begging to be manhandled.”

You remembered your knees were bound to Daishou’s the moment you tried to kick your feet across the sheets. The restraints held firm, keeping your thighs spread just as wide as the devil beneath you pleased. Your feeble attempt at escape awarded you a playful slap of solid flesh against your slick slit. You squirmed again, pussy throbbing for release. Daishou’s knees spread between yours, finally grinding his cock against you. You bit back a wanton sigh as arousal swirled between your hips.

“You’re dying to be stuffed full, aren’t you?” Daishou drawled, sliding his length between your lips again. He nipped at your earlobe, pinching your nipples to the rhythm of his hips. “No one can stretch you out like I can.”

Your desperate moans cracked over the fluttering in your chest. You mindlessly tilted your hips, pressing your buzzing clit against his throbbing erection. The eternity of teasing had already pushed you so close to the edge.

“Say it,” his gravelly voice tickled your neck, “Tell me how deep you need me.”

You licked your lips, whining as his cock made another pass between your folds. You nodded slowly, only managing a wordless plea of moans. Your head was spinning from how he forced your blood flow elsewhere.

“What’s that, feeling shy?” Daishou chuckled wickedly, pushing your breasts together with a tight squeeze, “Mmm then how ‘bout you show me?”

One broad hand left your chest to slide up over your collarbone to your neck with a feather-light touch. His fingertips left a trail of tingling skin wherever he went. He grinned into your neck as you tilted your chin, lengthening his hand’s journey towards your mouth. His fingers traced your jaw as the soft pad of his thumb brushed across your lips. Your breath fell shakily from your nose as he pushed gently into your mouth. Your jaw offered no resistance as two fingers glided over your tongue, eagerly taking any part of himself that Daishou offered.

An uncharacteristic gasp sputtered into your shoulder as you sucked his long fingers deep into your mouth. His hands were always soft and fragrant, and you’ve developed quite the appetite for his skin. You hummed your gratitude as your tongue pushed between his digits. If only you could see the way Daishou’s face softened as his fingers slowly pumped in and out of your mouth. His brows furrowed and eyelids fluttered; you made him forget to breathe.

You felt his other hand slip down over your tummy. Your lips tightened around the fingers in your mouth as his alternates danced across your groin. Your core clenched, smudging his length with more of your juices as your hazy brain focused on his touch. Daishou pulled his knees up and further apart, taking yours with them. Your back lifted off his abdomen as his fingertips teased the apex of your pussy, tracing a crescent moon dangerously close to your throbbing clit. You moaned a plea over the digits filling your mouth.

“Mmm you’ve been so good for me,” you barely heard Daishou say, “You’ve earned this.”

With a guiding hand and a tilt of his hips, he finally sunk the tip of his leaking cock inside of you. Your back arched severely, angling yourself to better take him. Warm pleasure spread from your core as he pushed more of his length past your greedy entrance. You choked on your own moans and Daishou’s fingers as he filled you at both ends. A finger pressed suddenly into your aching clit, swiping back and forth as his cock bottomed out.

The combination was more than enough. The tight coil in your gut sprung apart as your walls fluttered with your orgasm. You barely felt the hot, open-mouthed kisses pepper your neck as your hips spasmed against Daishou’s lap. Electricity sizzled up your spine in hot waves. Fuck, it was worth the wait.

But Daishou wasn’t done with you yet. He finally withdrew from your mouth to drag his sopping fingers across your heaving chest. You were finally free to babble mindlessly as he thrust his hard length deeper inside of you. He brought both his hands to your tits, gripping one in each palm. He pinched your nipples between his knuckles as he thrust up into you with a blinding force. Your body writhed in his grasp. He bit down into your shoulder as your wet heat became close to unbearable. He exhaled a growl against your skin. You weren’t the only one at a loss for words anymore.

Daishou paused his reckless movements to wrap his arms around your chest. He rolled you both over, restraints pulling tight against your knees. You could barely hold aloft your torso, propped up on your quivering elbows. He leaned over you to give your breasts one last appreciative squeeze.

“You’re so wet and tight,” his breath was hot and heavy against your ear. “Gotta make some more room for me.”

Daishou’s chest lifted off your back as his body straightened. His hands slid down your ribs, hips, and thighs, only to drag his nails back up again. His eyes made one final pass down your elegant back, down to where his body was deeply connected with yours. How did he get so damn lucky? Your core was buzzing, walls wounding tight in anticipation around his thick cock. You drooled into the sheets as he slowly tugged himself free, sending more waves of pleasure through your nerves.

He watched in wonder, how his full length glistened as it struggled to leave your tight hole. Daishou drew a long breath, grounding his fingernails in your soft hips. He always loved dramatic pauses, his best teasing was done without a word. You felt his hot cockhead barely nudging your entrance. You twisted your head to the side, the power of your eye roll nullified under the blindfold. You opened your mouth to complain--

Smack. Daishou’s groin collided with your ass as he sheathed his cock within you, knocking the air from your lungs and the words that went with it. The way his head stretched out the limits of your pussy made you forget whatever complaint you even had. Daishou was right, no one fucks you so well and good like he does. You cried louder into the sheets as he picked up the pace, scrambling your thoughts entirely.

His narrow hips snapped against your thighs over and over, each collision shocking your body with pleasure. You faintly recognized his lewd praises as he railed you harder into the mattress. His rigid girth barely squeezed through your sloppy hole. Eventually, your arms simply gave out. Your chest sunk into the sheets, ass still high in the air for Daishou’s taking. He yanked back on your hips to match every thrust, driving himself deeper. Your moans became a constant stream of squeals, interrupted only by the rhythmic clapping of flesh. This angle gave him dizzying access to your g-spot, your walls swelling with every thrust. You were close, Daishou could feel it.

Your blindfold was suddenly torn off your head. You blinked over your shoulder. Daishou’s dick made it that much harder for your vision to adjust.

“Cum for me baby,” he commanded, leaning back with a smug look on his face, “I know you can’t help it.”

“I--” you barely recognized your own voice, “fuck--”

Your eyes screwed shut as a powerful thrust made you burst. You gushed around his length as he slammed into you, fucking you straight through your second orgasm. Your juices ran down between your thighs, smearing Daishou’s legs as he chased his own high inside you. He leaned forward to feel more of your body heat, forcing his hands between the mattress and your tits. You could barely think as his lips wrapped around the back of your neck.

“Mmmmyou--” he groaned, “your… huh--”

His chest tightened against your back, hips jerking unevenly as he painted your insides. He puffed a deep exhale into your skin, leaving a mark with his teeth. You sighed along with him, your body flattening into the bed under his weight. After a while, your joint labored breaths leveled out. The haze in your mind cleared as Daishou pressed a few gentle kisses over his imprints in your skin. He brought his hands together around your wrists, smoothly untying the restraint. Your body felt warm and full, eyes still gently closed.

You barely budged as Daishou withdrew to disjoin your knees. The mattress jostled slightly as he left on the hunt for a washcloth. He returned to gently wipe both of you clean. His free hand passively held your ass as he worked, all to the sound of your sleepy hums. Once satisfied, he climbed back into bed behind you, pulling up the comforter with him. He curled one arm around your chest, nuzzling his chin into the crook of your shoulder.

“I’m lucky…” his voice was soft and muffled, “Lucky you’re mine.”

You paused a beat before allowing yourself a small smile. You turned towards him with an incredulous look. “Suguru, you going soft on me?”

His eyes widened until his nose crinkled into a grin, “Gimme a few minutes, and maybe I won’t be so soft anymore.”

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sunflowersteves · 4 years

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Unforgivable || ch. one

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Your life with Natasha seemed like pure bliss until the team mistakes you for an agent gone rogue.

Author’s note: There will be a part two!

Warnings: angst, fluff!, swearing, smut with angsty plot, basically the whole team is a dick, SMUT!!, orgasm denial, sex toys, f/f, overstimulation, dom!nat, sub!reader [18+]

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Your eyes flutter open to the morning air, the soft sounds of the birds chipping behind the window had gradually woken you up. You turn your head to see Natasha lying peacefully next to you, an arm lazily slung around you. Her red hair was tickling your cheek and you just stared; you lifted up your fingers to gently touch her rounded blushing cheeks.

“I love you, you know.” Your smile showed brightly in her direction, teeth pearly white and eyes sparkling. You giggle at the sensation of her nose poking the side of your neck and her breath fanning just above your ear. “I love you too, Nat.” She peppered small kisses all around your neck and you softly groaned at the fluttering sensation you felt in your stomach.

She playfully bit down and you yelped, quickly turning back to giggles. She smiled brightly at you and you knew she meant trouble. Her hand slowly lifted up the hem of your shirt and her fingers trailed up your stomach before landing right on your breasts. You only cry out softly when she stops kissing your neck. “You’re so needy and I’ve only been kissing your neck.” You were about to give her a sass before her eyebrow raised a little and you quickly shut up. For eight straight days, Natasha had edged you, fingers deep inside your cunt until you were slipping towards the sweet sensation but she would stop, walking away and leaving you propped up against the wall, your face contorted into a mess and your wetness dripping down your thighs. So, you had to be on your utmost best behavior.

Her kisses became lazy and sloppy on your neck, harsh sucking and biting making your eyes close shut. “Since you’ve been so good, baby girl, maybe I’ll allow you to cum today, hmm?” She lifts the shirt off of you and attaches her lips back to your neck. You gasp as she starts to roughly massage your breast, taking the prominent bud between her fingers and pinching harshly. You look at her with wide eyes, “please…” A pool of wetness started to form in your panties, the aching and throbbing of her lack of touch already getting too much. “Oh, baby. I’m so proud. You’re already begging me to touch you” You whine as she moves her body to face in between your legs. She pulls down your shorts and panties, throwing them across the room somewhere.

She moans at the wetness that pooled around your gracious pussy and she marveled at her finger spreading it around your wet folds. Her face twitched into a smirk as her fingers teased your clit, circling the sensitive nerves. “So good for me, baby.” You whined and groaned, hands gripping the sheets. Nat wasted no time in inserting two fingers, making a steady pace, and curling just at the right spots.

Your hips started to roll around her fingers, desperate for any kind of friction. She just chuckles and your legs start to involuntarily close. “Keep them open.” She demands, roughly spreading out your “If you don’t behave, I’m not letting you cum.” You tremble out a whine and nod your head, back arching as she inserts her fingers again, this time fucking at a faster pace. Your breath turn to shaky ones and your body twitches when she inserts another finger. “Please…” you begged, fingers pushed and pulled your walls. “Oh, fuck. Nat.” She could feel your walls clench around her fingers. “You’re so close, I can feel it,” just as the coil was about to snap, her face is quick to turn into a smirk as she halts her movements, fingers slipping out of your wet and desperate cunt.

“Nat..” Her fingers returned to your clit and you jumped, the overstimulation settling in. “You had to be punished first, baby girl. You’ve been naughty all week.” You yelp in agony as her tongue dips between your wet folds. “Because you’ve been so mean! I can’t help it-” She leaves you in gasping breaths as she inserts three fingers, curling just a bit in your cunt.

Your head is thrown back. “I’ve been mean to you, huh? I’ve left you all alone with your throbbing pussy, haven’t I? If you had just behaved, you could’ve came a long time ago.” You couldn’t even speak, the sensation of her fingers in your swollen pussy. Your eyes widen when she grabs a vibrator from the bedside table, swiftly turning it on and pressing it on top of your clit. “Don’t cum yet.”

You squirm underneath her gaze and everything becomes too much, small tears rolling down your face. It was too much, holding in your walls from the utter bliss was making you twitch. The three fingers fucking into your tight pussy was all too much. The vibrator was teasing you, laughing at you that prevented you from coming. But you could do it, you could be a good girl. Your hands started to desperately attach them to her hands as if asking for more pressure. “Ah- Nat, please…”

She turns her head in contemplation, teasing you even more from her fingers pushing in a little bit deeper than before. But she immediately gives in, seeing the torture you had to go through the past week. “You can cum, my love.” You let go, eyes rolling in the back of your head. “That’s it, baby, I’ve got you.” the feeling crashed over you like waves, screaming so loud you thought the neighbors would knock on the door in a panic. You flailed a bit in the bed as her fingers fucked your high out. New tears streamed down your face, the pleasure so intense you could see stars and fireworks as she continued to praise you.

“You did so well, baby. It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’m so proud, baby girl.” She then lifts your body into her arms and cradles you, whispering sweet nothings. She then took you into the bathroom to clean you up and help you relax. Every time you would always ask, “What about you? I can-” but she’d always shush you, insisting that your aftercare was more important than her pleasure.

For the rest of the day, the two of you were lazy and lounging around the house. You were sitting on the couch eating sweets together when she abruptly turned to you. “I know we’ve been dating for a while and you’ve shown me all of your friend groups but I haven’t shown you mine. I’ve wanted to protect you because of how dangerous my life is but I’ve realized that to fully open up to you, you need to meet my family.” You smile big, eyes crinkling in delight. She wanted to take a big step in your relationship, she wanted to show you a life that she kept closed off at all times. You could finally see some of the people, the heroes, that you’ve seen on the news. You suddenly became super excited.

When you first started dating you could remember when she never told you what her job was, despite being gone for weeks that even turned into months. You had to practically pry it out of her until it was no use and you started to cry in frustration asking if she just didn’t want to be with you and was pitying you. Luckily though, she reassured you that she loves you and it’s just her job. She kept you protected so not only would you have to deal with her baggage but also keep you safe. But you quickly told her that it hurt more that she kept things from you, your mind obviously going towards her just pitying you. From then on, she kept you informed on what she does and her whereabouts.

However, she still kept that life hidden away and tucked on a shelf you couldn’t read. That is, until now. You both change clothes and get ready to head out. She sat on her motorcycle, giving you your own personal helmet. You strap it on and lift one leg over to get on the bike. She then smirks in her helmet a bit as your arms wrap tightly around her abdomen, body pressed up against hers. She could feel your perky breasts on her back, nipples prominent and she practically moaned.

She kicked up the stand and drove off, part of the wind blowing her red hair.

“Oh, wow.” The compound was huge, an immense looking security building with a big ‘A’ logo on the front of it. She took a hold of your hand and gently tugged, indicating for the two of you to walk in. You stared in amazement at the lobby, the modern style contrasting with white marble and some oldies accents around the place.

She walked you over the elevator and eventually made your way to the compound’s common room where the Avengers all stood. She cleared her throat and they all turned around and gasped at the sight of you, her arms slung around your shoulder.

“Guys, this is y/n.” Clint narrowed his eyes towards you but you made nothing of it as Sam greeted you with a big smile and shook your hand. “We’ve heard much about you, y/n.” You became flustered at his comment, Nat talking about you to her friends made your heart soar. You greeted everyone with a handshake or a wave but Clint, much to your surprise, enveloped you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around him and before he let go, you didn’t miss the slight whisper in your ear.

“I know who you really are.” And that confused the hell out of you. What did he mean? Did he know something you didn’t? When he let go, you just played it off as if he had never said a word as did he. Natasha smiled brightly at the two of you, happy that two of the most important people in his life are getting along.

Tony offered you to come to movie nights with the team and you gladly accepted, getting cozily into Natasha’s side. The whole team talked for a while and asked you a bunch of questions about your life. Before you entered, Natasha had told you that they might because they’re so protective so you didn’t think anything of it. However, you noticed Clint’s lack of smiles and interaction towards you. But maybe he’s just having a bad day, you thought.

Natasha sat up slightly, stating that she’ll go make the popcorn for everyone before you pick the movie since it’s your first movie night with them. Once she was out of earshot, Clint immediately growled at the sight of you. “Stop playing her like that.” Sam whipped his head towards Clint with his eyebrows raised. “Clint, what?” You just looked at him with confused eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Clint lifted the paper that he had under his jacket and handed it to Tony. Being right next to him, Rhodey peaked over to look at the folder too. “You’re a stupid lying bitch. Do you really think we wouldn’t catch you? Find out the truth?” You didn’t understand what he was talking about which was evident in your features. What had you done that made him so angry?

“Wow. You really had us all fooled. Files all here. She’s a Hydra Agent, probably sent in to spy on Nat.” The whole team gasped and stared at you with hardened stares. You then see Scarlet Witch’s eyes glow red as she handcuffs you with her powers. “I don’t-” Tony shoved the file onto your lap and you just stared wide-eyed at the paper.

Y/N Y/L/N -- HYDRA AGENT -- EXTREMELY DANGEROUS

You wouldn't believe your eyes. Sure, that was your name on the paper but you grew up in Queens, you’ve never seen life outside of New York. How could you be a Russian spy? You were so confused, eyebrows furrowing down at the paper. “This isn’t me.” Tony just looked at you and scoffed. “It says your name right there.” You shook your head, not believing this. Had you really been a trained assassin? You couldn’t hurt a fly. Natasha had told you about how they’ve been known to brainwash, could you really be an operative?

Steve just growled and shook his head, “You filthy human being. Messing with someone’s feelings like that is the worst thing you could do.” Agonizing pain struck through your heart, the thought of Natasha being hurt made your mind turn into straight anguish. But you were also just so confused. Nobody believed that you hadn’t done anything wrong. Nobody trusted you, even though you clearly have no idea what’s going on. “I haven’t done anything wrong. You must have the wrong person.” Bucky just rolled his eyes. “She’s already been through enough from the red room and you really want to play the victim here?” He faked a laugh, “You’re such an ugly human being.”

For a while, the Avenger’s all kept trying to get you to talk but you just wouldn’t. They thought you were just hiding and being really good at it but the truth was that you just didn’t know anything. “She’s good. She's dodging all the questions and isn’t even scared. Definitely Hydra Trained.” Bucky’s lips pursed. Oh, but you were scared. How could they not see your trembling hands? Your eyes darting all over as you kept telling them you were innocent. Wanda then, with her eyes glowing, got super close to your face as she spoke.

“Listen closely, we know how Natasha feels about you and don’t think she wants you killed. So we’ll let you go.” She lifts up a finger, anger still evident on her face. “We’ll only let you go if you leave her alone and never see you again or we will end you. I’ll find you myself and rip your throat out.” You gulped and nodded, promising you’ll never see Natasha again. She uncuffed the magic from your wrists and you quickly grabbed your things, tears streaming down your face as you ran as fast as possible to get the hell out of there.

Natasha came back with lots of bowls of popcorn and she made, as a surprise, ice cream sundaes for everyone to share but she frowned at your presence not being there. And your things? Those were gone too. “Where’s y/n? Why is all of her stuff gone?” All of the Avenger’s faces twisted into facial features of remorse as they set her down, telling her what had just happened. She just angrily set down the food on the table. Tears rolled down her cheeks, sobs rippling out from her throat.

How could she not see this? How could she be so stupid to let you in, thinking You were so gentle and kind. There was no way that you were a double agent, a spy trying to wiggle your way through her to get to the Avengers. She wouldn’t believe it. Why did you never ask about the team unless she talked to you about it? Why did your heart hammer inside your chest every time she held you? Was Natasha really just played? The one time she freely opens her heart to someone, they completely rip it out to use her?

“What? That’s not possible. S-She-” Clint just shook his head and gathered Natasha in his arms, shushing her as the tears fell. The team calmed her down and all got her to send you a text, telling you it’s over and she never wanted you anyway. Maybe that way, if you cared about her as you said, you’ll leave her alone for good. Of course, they would keep tabs on you for a while before letting you go.

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows as she thought long and hard. There was just no absolute way you would do something like this. So, she wiggled her way out of Clint’s grasp and took the file out of Steve’s hands. “Nat, you may not want to-” She just shushed him and read through the file. This was definitely your name but something just wasn’t right. She could feel it, in her gut. Nothing on this file seemed to add up to anything you told her. Even though “Wait, I’ve seen this before. This isn’t her.” Rhodey just sighed and placed a hand on her knee. They all thought she was in denial for the love that she had for you. “You guys, she works in humanitarian places and refugee camps there’s no way that this is her.”

“Nat, we know this is going to be really hard but working on moving on is the next best thing.” Nat just shook her head, this wasn’t you. You weren’t born on the day that the file said. Your parents weren’t the same names. The life of your childhood wasn’t the same on paper. If it was all fake, she had to give you props because you told such real-life stories of you growing up and your parents that she couldn’t believe it was true.

“FRIDAY, can you look up the file y/n y/l/n, please?” She responds and pulls up the file. While she loads and finds the file, the rest of the avengers just sigh and shake their heads in sorrow for Natasha. They couldn’t even imagine trusting someone that much, loving someone so hard it hurt s for them to just backstab her in the back.

But then the picture right next to the file showed up in big letters right in front of their faces. Steve just gulped as no one said a word. There was an indefinite silence, guilt, and anger, and sadness all rolled into one big empty silence. Especially Natasha. Her friends had driven you out, threatened your life. There was no way you would ever forgive her for not trusting you, for assuming the utmost worst and letter her friends to believe the lie.

On the board was a picture that looked nothing like you, opposite features and opposite body type. Rage started to bubble up inside her, none of the team had still said a word. They mulled over every single nasty and horrible phrases they shouted out to you. Natasha turned to them, fire in her eyes, and face red from anger. “How could you be this stupid?” She shouted, their heads immediately ducked to the ground. “You didn’t think to see what she looked like? I’m so fucking dumb for trusting you all! And Clint, I can’t believe you didn’t consult me first!”

Clint tried to grab her wrist, “Nat, we were just looking out for you.” She whipped around, yelling just inches in front of his face. “Looking out for me? You had to do a minimal amount of more research to find out it wasn’t her! You THINK you’re all protecting me! You’re so unbelievable.” The next words she only whispered, “I should’ve trusted my gut, should’ve trusted her.”

This time Wanda places a hand on her shoulder in attempts to consult her but her nose just flares. “Don’t even get me started on you, Wans. You could’ve read her mind, seen she wasn’t a spy.” Wanda just sighed and dropped her hand as Nat shrugs it off. “I’m sorry, Nat. I was blinded by rage.”

All she could do was grab her things and run out of the building. She could deal with those assholes later. Right now, finding you was more important.

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jingabitch · 4 years

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Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell ch.1

Summary: When you were ten, Taehyung adopted you and gave you a home. Now that you’re eighteen, the sudden change in your scent perplexes and confounds him.

Pairing: wolf hybrid!tae x human!reader (all bts members are hybrids)

Word count: 10.5k

A/N: here it is!! I hope you enjoy it and tell me what you think; I was really unsure about writing this, especially at the beginning. Edit: I will not be doing a taglist, so please don't ask. Thank you!

Series index

“Hyung –” Taehyung whined as he sulked on the couch of the dorm.

Yoongi sighed, looking over at his team member. “What is it, Taehyung-ie?”

“I’m bored,” Taehyung replied, crossing his arms over his chest as he slid down on the couch, his usually perky ears drooping.

The snow leopard hybrid just grunted, flicking one of his ears in irritation. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Hyung, come play with me, please?”

Namjoon, who was lying on the adjacent couch, stifled a snicker. Taehyung had been more needy than usual in the past few weeks, and he was working Yoongi’s last nerve. The older man had inherited his animal counterpart’s solitary tendencies, and while he was, for the most part, happy to socialize and hang out with the rest of them, Taehyung had been cutting into his alone time a little too much lately with his neediness, and the grey-haired hybrid was Not Happy.

Jin, their resident spotted hyena hybrid, laughed, a sound very reminiscent of his animal counterpart’s trademark sound. “Yoongi, just play with him. He’s lonely.”

Yoongi scowled. “Why do I have to do it?! Isn’t this why you got a pet in the first place, to keep you company?”

Taehyung’s frown deepened. “It is, but as you can clearly see,” he bit out, upset now, “Yeontan isn’t here.”

Hoseok, seeing the snow leopard hybrid taking in a deep breath to begin ranting, cut into the conversation to save the wolf hybrid from a scolding. “Hyung, you know how Tae is. He misses the company, is all.”

“Why don’t you just get another pet, then?” Yoongi asked.

“Because the same thing would happen, hyung,” Taehyung responded drolly, unable to hide his irritation at what he clearly thought was a ridiculous suggestion. “I don’t want to get attached to another pet, and then have to palm it off onto my parents again.”

Namjoon, ever the problem solver, lit up in that way that happened only when he had a eureka moment. “Get a human, then!”

The rest of them gawked at him. “A human?!” Jin asked skeptically.

“Yah, if he didn’t have time for a dog, how’s he going to care for a human baby? They’re even more high maintenance, and for way longer!” Yoongi snapped.

Namjoon made a rude noise. “Don’t get a baby, then! There’s lots of children and adolescents in shelters that need good homes. You can get one of those; they’re more self-sufficient.”

Taehyung’s mouth dropped open in shock. “That’s genius!”

Jungkook and Jimin, who had until now remained out of the conversation, immediately leapt up excitedly. “Yes, yes, can we adopt a human, pleaaaase,” Jimin pleaded. The black-footed cat hybrid, already small in stature and adorable because of his animal genes, opened his eyes wider and pouted up at the others.

Taehyung and Jungkook, seeing him, followed suit, and before long, the other members conceded, and they’d agreed to get a human pet. Taehyung, excited now that he was going to have a new little pack member to take care of and keep him company, immediately ran to get his laptop so he could research human shelters in Seoul.

Two hundred years ago, humans created hybrids in science labs. Splicing human genes with animals was supposed to create the perfect servant, companion and soldier – with the intelligence and capacity for emotional connection of humans and the superior physical capabilities of other animals, these new creations were supposed to make life better for humans.

What the scientists hadn’t realized, in their hubris, was that it was extraordinarily likely that the hybrids wouldn’t be content merely taking orders and serving the whims of humans, who were, after all, genetically inferior to their artificial perfection. A revolution and reordering of society occurred, and now humans were the pets, bred for the sole purpose of being the best possible companions for their hybrid owners.

You understood this history well enough, thanks to the kindly old hybrid who adopted you as a baby to soothe her empty nest syndrome after her grown-up children moved out and began their own lives, and her husband sadly passed away. She’d given you far more than she was obliged to as an owner, even ensuring that you had a basic education.

It had been a couple of years since she’d unfortunately passed away suddenly from a massive heart attack, landing you in a shelter when none of her family members wanted to take you in. Now that you were ten, you understood that the likelihood of you staying in the shelter for the rest of your childhood grew exponentially each day, as most families wanted babies or toddlers that would be more attached to their adopted families.

Plus, everyone loves babies.

You sighed as you pushed the covers off yourself. You’d finally managed to get a coveted bottom bunk bed after one of the girls in your room was adopted out, and you felt like you should be happier about it.

If only it wasn’t so sad to be happy about getting a bottom bunk in a shelter, after years of waiting your turn. You hoped against all hope that you wouldn’t spend much time in this bunk, that you’d be going home with another family soon, and you promised yourself there and then that if you ever got adopted, you’d do whatever it took to make your new family happy for saving you from this drudgery.

As you made your way to the cafeteria for breakfast, you noticed that there seemed to be a lot more… buzzing than usual. You shrugged it off – you’d been here long enough to know that it just meant a high-profile visit was scheduled for the day, and all of the children were told to dress up and be on their best behavior.

Picking up a tray and lining up for your breakfast, you held in a sigh. Most people are looking for babies and toddlers, and it’s rare that anyone wants to adopt at a shelter. Even when they do, they go for younger children, who are still cute and cuddly.

Well, not that you weren’t cuddly. It was literally in your genetic makeup to crave physical affection because hybrids like to snuggle with their pets, but you’d lost that cute doe-eyed helplessness that hybrid clients like in their pets. With a sigh, you took your tray and sat in a corner to eat, unwilling to listen to the excited chatter of the younger children. You weren’t that hopeful anymore, and it hurt too much after the first few times to get all excited and put in effort, only to not be chosen at the end of the day.

Finishing your breakfast, the same porridge with kimchi and laver that you have every morning, you went back to your room to wait. It’s standard procedure – every child has to remain by their bed in their room when the prospective client arrives and takes a tour to find the child they want to bring home.

With a sigh, you sat on your bed, propping the pillow up against the metal frame of your bunk bed, to continue reading the book you’d begged off from one of the caretakers. Most of the human children couldn’t read, because it wasn’t mandatory to teach them and many of them were rescued off the streets, but the grandmother who owned you before had taught you the basics.

You were still engrossed in the story – a classic from hundreds of years ago about a boy who found out he was a wizard and went to a school called Hogwarts – when Taehyung arrives, flanked by Namjoon on one side and Jimin on the other. The leader had accompanied Taehyung to restrain him and keep him from getting every child in the shelter, and Jimin had just wanted to see cute human children and give his two cents’ worth on the human they eventually adopted.

Because, as he said, he was Taehyung’s best friend so a pet Taehyung adopted would naturally be his business. The others didn’t quite buy it, but Taehyung seemed okay with him tagging along, so he cleared his schedule and came.

The matronly caretaker at the shelter, a middle-aged dog hybrid, came out to greet them excitedly when they arrived, gushing about all the cute children they had in the shelter, and how she hoped they would find their perfect match today.

They nodded and listened politely as she ushered them into her office, where she went over the ground rules for today. No pictures, no yelling, disturbing the children, et cetera. If there was a child they were interested in, they had to ask for permission before they were allowed to approach the child, and at all times children’s safety was paramount – if they indicated that they were uncomfortable, they could be removed from the situation without any repercussions. It was all aimed at ensuring that the humans were prioritized and felt safe in their home, and this was why Taehyung had chosen to support this shelter.

Namjoon, ever the responsible one, and Taehyung, who was dedicated to becoming a good pet owner, listened carefully as the hybrid caretaker explained what the challenges were in taking care of a human child, especially one that had lived in the shelter. Older children would be harder to train, she said, less malleable, and depending on what their circumstances had been before coming to live in the shelter, may have trauma or other psychological scars.

Jimin impatiently bounced around, aware that this was important stuff, but just excited to see some cute children and hopefully take one home today. When they finally stood up to leave the office and go to the dorm rooms where the children were waiting, Jimin could hardly keep the wide grin splitting his face under control, and Taehyung was similarly excited, the muscles under his shirt periodically tensing up as he resisted the urge to bounce along behind the caretaker. She was hardly likely to be impressed with him if he couldn’t demonstrate that he was a mature adult able to take care of a human child.

Because Taehyung had made it clear that he wanted an older, more self-sufficient human pet, the caretaker skipped the first two rooms, where the young children were, and the nursery, heading straight to your room. You were still reading your book, and she tutted as she saw you sitting there.

“Y/N, sweetie, would you like to come say hello to these nice hybrids?” she asked patiently, and you looked up from your story, surprised to see that there were indeed three men clustered behind her. Most hybrids decided on the child they wanted to bring home after seeing the younger children, so it was uncommon for you to see visitors.

You were tempted to reject the offer, but remembered your earlier promise to yourself, and smiled graciously, putting your bookmark back in and leaving your book on the bed. “Yes, ma’am,” you said sweetly, standing up and brushing imaginary lint off your skirt. “Good morning, sirs. My name is Y/N. I’m ten years old, and I’m very pleased to meet you,” you recited dutifully, remembering the spiel they taught all the children to say to visitors.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Y/N-ah,” the tall wolf hybrid said, kneeling down so he could look you in the eye. His ears twitched slightly as he looked up at you slightly, and you smiled back. He had such a friendly demeanor that you couldn’t help but feel comfortable around him immediately. “My name is Taehyung, and these are my friends Jimin and Namjoon,” he said, pointing at the other two hybrids. You weren’t certain what kind they were, although you deduced that Namjoon was some kind of canine hybrid and Jimin, based on the cute rounded ears on top of his head, was a large cat.

“It’s a pleasure you meet you all,” you said politely, looking up at them. Your speech was crisp, delicate and refined from years of being the prized companion of a wealthy old lady.

“Likewise,” Namjoon said with a nod, and Jimin said nothing, but smiled so widely that his eyes all but disappeared. You smiled back, liking them already, and hoping that they would choose you to go home with them.

“What are you reading, Y/N-ah?” Taehyung asked, and you took his hand excitedly, bringing him to the bed where you’d left your book. He trailed after you, looking back at the other two members with a wide grin. It was so cute, how you lit up when he expressed interest in what you were reading, and how at ease you seemed to be, even initiating contact with him. You didn’t seem aware of who they were, which he supposed was to be expected, since he didn’t think humans really kept up with pop culture, and it wasn’t like you were walking around the streets of Seoul where BTS music was playing all over and their photos were plastered on every available surface in the city.

Sitting down next to you, he listened, his chin in his hand, as you chattered away excitedly about the book. Namjoon and Jimin came to squat on either side of you, and you basked in the undivided attention that you hadn’t had since your previous owner passed away.

“Who taught you how to read, Y/N-ah?” Namjoon asked when you wound down, his ears sticking out of the black hair on his head flicking slightly.

“My previous owner,” you replied.

“She seems nice,” Jimin said carefully, and young as you were, you picked up the unspoken question.

“She was,” was all you said, a little quietly and sadly. You missed her, the woman who’d asked you to call her ‘mom’ and really had acted like a mother to you.

At least, you think so – you were bred by a breeder to be a pet, and you didn’t remember your own mother, having been too young when you were separated from her.

After talking for a little while more, they excused themselves and you smiled as graciously as you knew how, returning to your book as they left the room to go back to the office to discuss things further.

“Hyung, she’s so precious,” Taehyung fairly sang, spinning around in circles with his arms spread out wide.

Namjoon was more reserved, but he agreed internally. She wasn’t rambunctious in the way that Yeontan was, but adorable all the same, in the way she’d lit up while talking about her book and how easily she’d accepted their touch, clearly happy to have the physical affection.

Jimin, way more exuberant than Namjoon, grabbed Taehyung’s hands and bounced around with him. “We’re getting a human!” he cried out in excitement as they jumped like children up and down.

The wild dog hybrid just shook his head at his two younger bandmates, before leading the way into the caretaker’s office to settle the adoption paperwork.

You returned home with them that day, to your surprise and pleasure. You hadn’t allowed yourself to hope until the caretaker came back to let you know to pack your meagre possessions, and sends you off with them. Taehyung gives you a hug when you walk out of the building with your bag to join them, and straps you safely into his car before they take off, back to his apartment.

As you were travelling there, they chattered away, filling you in on what their home will be like. You found out that they were part of a boyband that live together, and you would be moving in with all seven of them. Apart from the three hybrids in the car with you – Taehyung, who bought you, the wolf hybrid; Namjoon, the serious-looking African wild dog; and Jimin, the adorable-looking black footed cat who was sitting in the back with you – there were another four. They were all predator hybrids, something Taehyung noted with some pride, beaming at your reflection in the rearview mirror.

You smiled back uncertainly at him, apprehensive about how different the new arrangement was from your previous one but still certain that no matter what, it would still be better than living at the shelter. It hadn’t been awful – it wasn’t like you’d been abused or anything while you were there – but with how stretched thin the resources at the shelter were, it had been impossible for you to get the care and attention that you required to be emotionally and mentally healthy after all this time.

Carrying yourself as stiffly as you could, in order to leave the best first impression possible, you hugged your bag tightly to your chest and stood ramrod straight in the elevator, resisting the urge to look around curiously. Your previous owner had been wealthy, but she hadn’t been this wealthy, and you’d never been in a lift that was so opulent before.

Taehyung tugged the bag out of your arms insistently, and you relinquished it after a brief struggle for control over it. You didn’t want to put him out, feeling that he’s already done enough, adopting you and giving you what looked like it would be an amazing home, but he was stronger than you and you were also concerned that he would think you were too stubborn or headstrong if you continued fighting him, so you let it go.

When they ushered you into your new home, though, your jaw dropped and you couldn’t hold back your reaction that time. The apartment was so nice and spacious, worlds away from the shared room you’d lived in at the shelter. Taehyung laughed at your expression and whisked you off to his bedroom, which was now a shared bedroom for the two of you, showing you where everything you would need was. After getting you settled in, he led you back out by the hand to the living room, where the other boys were gathered, eagerly waiting to meet you.

And that’s how you became part of the BTS family.

Your new home was very different from the one you had spent your early childhood in. Living with seven young and energetic hybrid men meant you suddenly had companions and playmates to indulge your more rambunctious impulses, whereas before you’d always had to be calm and docile, since there was no way your previous owner would have been able to keep up with a screaming and running child on the playground. It wasn’t like it had been bad – you were naturally a quieter child, but all children need space to run and play, to expend their excess energy, and as hard as she’d tried, she hadn’t been able to offer you that.

On the other hand, you played so much with your new family that you were completely exhausted every night, and Taehyung had to prod you to get ready for bed properly, instead of just collapsing in whatever you were wearing. He didn’t mind, though, pleased that you were having so much fun every day. Besides, having you around to dote on made all of them happy, especially Taehyung, who missed his young cousins and was still slightly bitter about how much of his siblings’ and cousins’ childhoods he hadn’t been around for, and later, his nieces and nephews.

And so you spent your adolescence in their company, making a home for yourself. It wasn’t just BTS that seemed to have adopted you – Big Hit as a whole did. The stylist noonas were utterly thrilled to finally have a little girl around on the regular, and treated you alternately like a little sister and a doll, dressing you up in all the cute girlish trends they privately sighed over but couldn’t experiment with.

Another benefit of having a human as a pet was that it was far easier to transport a person – humans were allowed on planes and buses, so you could travel with the boys. Your calming presence helped soothe frayed nerves and mediated fights, and ARMY loved watching the tender interactions between the boys, who were all predator hybrids, and the wide-eyed human child, claiming that it showed how nurturing the boys were despite their natural inclination, and how they would be good fathers someday. You even had your own little fanclub, like Yeontan had before you.

Speaking of Yeontan – the little dog had gone to live with Taehyung’s parents, so you didn’t get to see each other that often, but when you did, the two of you got along like a house on fire. Taehyung had to keep an eye on you at mealtimes to make sure most of the food on your plate wasn’t finding its way down to Yeontan, who lay casually across your feet at the dining table, while the dog was so excited to see you that he basically ignored Taehyung whenever the both of you arrived together.

The vlive of you and Yeontan taking a nap on the couch after Chuseok dinner with his family, curled up together as you whined about your tummy hurting while Taehyung, behind the camera, laughed as he teased you about being such a glutton but then went to rub your aching belly, became the most watched vlive ever, spawning a million GIFs.

It also became common for you to be somewhere in the background of Namjoon’s vlives, reading a book on his couch, while he chatted with fans. After many requests for you to appear on Eat Jin, you did eventually do an episode with him, although he spent the whole time comparing the food to meals he’d cooked for you in the past.

One might think that growing up the lone female around seven men might be awkward at times, especially with you going through adolescence and getting your period and all that, but they made it normal. Hybrids were far more open about normal bodily functions than human societies had been, and it would have been stranger for them to get squeamish about their pet’s bodily functions. There was no hiding from them when you got your period or anything like that, but they were so nonchalant about it that you were too, even warning you beforehand when you were going to start because they could smell the changes in your scent.

It was all fine – at least, until the boys went to the military.

All of them enlisted together when you were sixteen, and you went to live with Taehyung’s parents while they were serving. Living in Geochang was a change of pace from Seoul, but it was nice nevertheless. You helped out at his parents’ farm, got to play a lot more with Yeontan and the other animals running around, and had a lot more freedom since his parents were too busy to micromanage you.

During this time, you really grew into your own – enrolling in an online GED course, using the Internet and the enormous resources at your disposal to figure your personal style out, even finding human friends and a boyfriend. Who would have thought that Geochang had such a thriving human community?

Needless to say, by the time the two years had passed and you went back to live with Taehyung, you were a vastly different person, in both temperament and appearance, than you’d been the day he dropped you off.

Still, you’d missed being in Seoul with him, and you were excited to go with his parents to pick him up from the military base. You’d never been to visit him when his family members went, because they’d needed someone to stay home and tend to the crops and take care of the animals, and ever eager to please, you’d volunteered to do it even though you really wanted to see Taehyung too.

This time, though, you had to go, because everyone was going to Seoul to spend the night, and then you would stay with Taehyung. Although you hadn’t seen each other in two years, you’d kept in contact via text messages and video calls whenever he was free, and you knew that he’d decided to move into an apartment in Seoul without the other boys. It was about time – Seokjin was pushing thirty and planning to propose to his longtime girlfriend, and it was a little weird for seven men in their thirties to be living together anyway.

So you packed your things and prepared to move out of Geochang and back to Seoul. It wasn’t difficult – with technology it was easy for you to keep in contact with your friends in Geochang, and you’d broken up with your boyfriend a couple months ago on amicable terms. The most difficult thing for you had been saying goodbye to Tannie, who was getting on in years now and had relied on you more and more each day.

But move out you did, and you bounced in your seat all the way to the military base where Taehyung had been living for the past two years. When you first saw him walk out of the compound, still in his uniform, your excitement got the better of you and you flew towards him, perhaps uncharacteristically for you given how taken aback his parents were, but you didn’t care.

“Taehyung-oppa!” you screamed as you ran. To his credit, he didn’t waste any time processing the missile currently hurtling towards him, and just opened his arms for you to leap into.

“Hello, Y/N,” he laughed as he hugged you close. He’d missed you too, his cute little human, and after so long away from him, you didn’t smell anything like him anymore, something he was determined to change as he started rubbing his cheek on the top of your head. Used to it after living with him for so many years, you just stood still and let him do it.

Fansite photographers and more zealous fans who’d come to see him cooed and sighed at the cute picture you two made. You were still tucked under his arm, clinging to his shirt, as he greeted the people who were gathered, thanking them for coming all this way, and thanking his commanding officers and platoon mates for being there for him for the past few years.

Then it was over, and he was in the van with his family for a more private reunion. You were still clinging to him, not that he minded as he stroked your hair softly as he chatted with his family. He’d seen them when they’d come to visit, or during his breaks – it was just you that hadn’t had the chance to see him since he’d gone away.

During the drive back to Seoul, you tucked your face into his neck and took a nap, tired from all the excitement. While you were asleep, Taehyung asked his mother how you’d been. “Did she give you a lot of trouble?” he asked.

She chuckled. “No, she was an absolute angel. So good with the children and the animals, always eager to help out.”

He smiled. “Yeah? That tracks. The lady at the shelter told me she has an amazing pedigree.”

“It was a real joy having her, Taehyung-ah. You’re lucky to have such a sweet human in your life.”

“I am. I hope she had a good time in Geochang, too.”

Taehyung’s mother laughed at that. “Oh, did she ever!”

His curiosity piqued, his ears perked. “Sounds like you have some good stories to share.”

“The girl had the time of her life these past two years,” his mother snickered. “She had a lot more freedom in Geochang than in Seoul because it’s smaller and safer, so we let her go out on her own a lot more, and she’s really sociable. She even found a boyfriend.”

He raised a brow. “She did? Sounds like she had lots of fun in Geochang, then.”

He wanted to find out more about what you’d been up to, but since they were arriving in Seoul and would be at the restaurant for dinner, he couldn’t, instead waking you up since you always took a little while to be functional.

You untangled yourself from him sleepily and almost fell out of the car as you tried to get out, and it was only his father’s superior hybrid reflexes that saved you from eating asphalt as he caught you and put you back on your feet. Murmuring your thanks, you waited for Taehyung to climb out of the van and lead you into the restaurant by the hand.

Tonight, you were dining at a Korean barbeque restaurant, which was always a winner for the hybrid wolf family. Usually they just ate meat, not even bothering with lettuce wraps, but they were still nice enough to order some vegetables and king oyster mushrooms for you. You were in charge of grilling, of course, not that you minded, and hearing the praise from everyone else at the table made you glow a little every time.

Taehyung was the center of attention that evening, of course, as he regaled his family with tales of his time in the military. He was the first member of BTS to be discharged, although since they’d all enlisted at around the same time, the others were due to be discharged in the coming few months, so unfortunately there weren’t funny stories of his bandmates coming to visit him, but Bang PD had, and so had some stylist noonas.

There were also stories about silly punishments and shenanigans, water parades, being made to hold the wall and shout, “Help, help! The wall is falling,” because he’d been caught leaning against it once, that made everyone crack up and you almost drop the tongs right on the grill.

Eventually, though, he started asking about how everyone had been, which turned, perhaps inevitably, into everyone ganging up on you and trying to tell the most embarrassing story they could think of. You sighed and whined as one by one, they all took turns rehashing your various mishaps to Taehyung – you trying to climb a tree and getting stuck like a cat, your various fashion disasters as you tried to ‘find yourself’ – complete with pictures, of course, and worst of all, your theatrics when your GED certificate came in the mail.

Well, you were really proud of that last one, but did they really have to describe your joyful outburst as helpless histrionics?

Still, though, the way Taehyung squeezed your hand as he told you how proud he was of you made everything better.

Soon enough, dinner was over and all of you piled back into the van to go to Taehyung’s new apartment. It had already been set up by the multitude of assistants that BigHit had, with some input from his parents, so it was basically already liveable. With so many people helping, it wasn’t long before all your things were moved into the apartment too, and then the two of you were left alone, for the first time in two years.

Since you had so much spare room in the apartment, you had your own bedroom, and it was beautifully decorated just how you’d pictured it, with a very pretty queen-sized bed in one corner with a white cushioned headboard and pink-and-grey patterned sheets, a reading nook in front of floor-to-ceiling windows with an overstuffed chair and foot rest, a lamp, and a large bookshelf with a ladder occupying the adjacent wall, and a little coffee table with a scented candle already on it next to the chair. Fluffy rugs were strewn across the room, and a wooden dressing table sat on the opposite side of the room. It was beautiful and comfortable, everything you’d dreamed of, but when you got ready for bed, you found yourself missing Taehyung.

Which led to you in your pajamas, all scrubbed down and ready for bed, knocking plaintively on Taehyung’s bedroom door. He seemed to know that you would be there even before opening the door, which he probably had, with his enhanced senses (and the fact that there was no one else in the apartment).

When he opened the door for you, clad in just his pajama pants, all you had to do was pout up at him and he was standing aside to let you in. Generally, he indulged your every whim, because according to his life philosophy, why have pets if you weren’t going to spoil them rotten? Making a beeline for his bed, you made yourself comfortable by burrowing under his sheets and fluffing up one of his pillows.

Shaking his head at you, Taehyung followed you back to the bed, getting into the other side with an indulgent huff. “You know, I paid a lot of money for your bedroom,” he said drolly. Ignoring his remark, you cuddled close to him and shut your eyes stubbornly, and he capitulated with a sigh, stroking your head as you drifted off to sleep.

Somehow, you smelled different than he remembered. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, and it wasn’t bad by any means, but it was just… different. And he didn’t quite know what to do about it.

For some reason he’d been reluctant to ask his parents, even though they’d been the ones living with you for the past two years, if they’d sensed anything different about you. He’d rationalized it to himself at the point – since they’d been with you every day it was likely that they wouldn’t notice anything different if your scent had changed gradually, and if it had been sudden and enough to cause worry, they would already have let him know about it.

Still, his mind wouldn’t stop racing with the possibilities as he leaned in closer to take a good whiff. He could still smell the base notes of your scent, which had always been somewhat citrusy, but now it was slightly… earthier, with a musky, deeper aroma threaded through it. Was it vanilla? Perhaps cinnamon?

Whatever it was, it was nice, and he shut his eyes to allow himself to drift off after deciding to do research on humans’ scent changes tomorrow. He didn’t think it was anything to worry about – any illness would definitely have a sharper, less pleasant scent – but he didn’t know why your scent would suddenly change again. It had changed gradually once before, as you went through puberty, but based on what he’d read about humans, it shouldn’t change again for many years yet.

No harm finding out more about what could be causing it, he thought as he slipped after you into slumber. Maybe he would take you to a doctor, too, if it became necessary.

Morning dawned, and Taehyung woke up leisurely for the first time in too long, slowly blinking his eyes against the morning sunlight streaming in from the windows. As he slowly became conscious of his surroundings, he became aware that he was the most comfortable he’d ever been, probably in his life, and he nuzzled closer behind your ear.

Wait a minute. A second later, he drew back. He didn’t remember going to sleep with a lover, and he definitely hadn’t had a girlfriend since his last one broke up with him while he was in the army. So who was he currently wrapped around…?

When it dawned on him, he recoiled in horror, and almost crab scuttled away from you. Thankfully, you were still asleep and hadn’t noticed his morning boner pressed against you, because it was beyond inappropriate for him to feel that way about you, his pet.

Unfortunately, his abrupt movements pulled on the duvet that you were sharing, and jostled you awake. He froze, wide-eyed, as you stirred. “Taehyung-oppa?” you said, voice raspy with sleep.

“Shh, I’m just going to pee,” he lied. “Go back to sleep, sweetie, it’s still early.”

You hummed wordlessly as you burrowed back into the covers, and despite his own inner turmoil, he smiled at you as he straightened the duvet over you before he left the bedroom.

He darted into the bathroom, where he sat on the edge of the tub, his head in his hands. God, what the hell was wrong with him? You weren’t a hybrid, and he didn’t understand how this could have happened. In that moment before he’d woken up fully and realized what was happening, his instinct had been to treat you like a… lover. He shuddered at the thought.

Okay, he thought, getting up. He was going to take a shower, rub one out, and then pretend like everything was fine. This was an aberration, just a weird fluke. You were warm and in his bed, and it had been a really long time since he had any action, since military service tended to inhibit such activities.

He just needed to get laid, and get used to your new scent, and then everything would be fine. No one would need to know about this embarrassing little slip-up.

With renewed determination, he started stripping off his clothes to get into the shower. All soaped up, he started sliding a hand down his body to grasp his erection firmly, which had never really gone away. Biting his lip, he started stroking it slowly, running his thumb over the head on the upstroke. His mind, however, remained unfocused, flitting between various memories and porn he’d watched, never able to focus on anything long enough to immerse himself.

That is, until his enhanced wolf hearing picked up the rustling sounds in the bedroom. He could hear, even over the sound of the shower, so clearly what you were doing that his mind had no problem filling in the blanks. The rustle of the sheets meant you were pushing the covers back; the soft thud on the ground meant you’d sat up and put your feet down. Then you stretched, and he definitely had no problem imagining it – or an overly erotic version of what actually transpired. Your soft moan of satisfaction as you cracked your spine sent a shiver running through him.

After that, it was basically a race to the finish line, as he fisted himself as hard as he could, leaning forward to brace his free hand against the wall in front of him. Usually it took a little longer, and he would play with his balls more, but it wasn’t going to be necessary this time, he could feel it. Remembering how good you’d smelled this morning was enough to push him over the edge, and he muffled his groan in his shoulder as he came all over the wall of his shower, the hand on the wall curling into a fist.

“Fuck,” he panted as he washed the cum off himself and the wall. Needless to say, he didn’t feel any cleaner after that shower.

When he came out of the shower, you were already getting breakfast ready. Another perk of having a team of assistants dedicated to making your life easier – the fridge came fully stocked. You’d washed up and pulled a sweatshirt on over the cami and pajama pants, and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw that it was a BTS merchandise from several years ago.

“Good morning,” you chirped, flipping the bacon. “I didn’t know what you wanted for breakfast, but I remember how much you love bacon, so I figured this would be safe.”

He leaned his elbows on the island and watched you warily from a distance. “Are you sure you should be cooking?”

“I got better,” you shot back defensively. “You shouldn’t have let me take cooking lessons from Namjoon-oppa in the first place.”

“No, I really shouldn’t have,” he agreed absently. You really had improved in your cooking, he thought, watching how easily you moved around the kitchen. It wasn’t long before a giant helping of bacon was sitting in front of him, with a more modest, human-sized portion on your plate, and some toast.

“You really should have let me make you breakfast,” he sighed, even as he started to tuck in. “I miss spoiling you.”

You shot him a cheeky grin. “Not to worry, you spoiled me plenty while you were in the military,” you sassed him.

He huffed out a laugh. “I know, I saw the credit card statements.”

Giggling, you eat another bite of your breakfast and smile at him with your cheeks stuffed, and his heart clenches with fondness. How could someone so plainly adorable drive him so crazy this morning? It must have been a fluke; his instincts misfiring. He just needed to get laid, and then everything would be fine.

Update: everything was not fine.

Things got progressively worse over the next couple of weeks, until Taehyung was honestly filled with dread every night when you came into his room and slid under the sheets on the side of the bed you’d claimed as yours.

It was getting to the point that all you had to do was sidle up to him for some cuddles and he would start getting sidetracked from having your scent invading his personal space. And yet it wasn’t like he could ask you to dial it back – it was in your nature to be physically affectionate and needy; it was literally what you’d been bred for. What could he possibly say, anyway? “Sorry, but can you stop touching me, it turns me on”? You’d be horrified, and rightly so. You trusted him, he could see it every time you smiled up at him like the sun, looked at him with complete adoration in your eyes, came to sit on his lap for cuddles. His reaction was a complete betrayal of that trust.

There was definitely something wrong with him. It was sick for a hybrid to be thinking about his human pet in this way. Maybe he should be the one to see a doctor, but he’d probably be arrested.

Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, if it guaranteed your safety from him.

Amidst all the angst and worrying about whether he was a danger to his own pet human, there were some bright moments. All of his brothers were discharged from the military, and after Jungkook, the last to be discharged, was released, they’d all gone for a massive reunion/celebration. You’d wanted to join, but he’d said no, knowing that there would definitely be plenty of alcohol that night, which meant that firstly, he wouldn’t be in any position to look after you and/or resist your charms, and secondly, your underage self was definitely not going to see how depraved your precious oppas were going to get.

The night started off well enough, with a nice dinner at an exclusive new restaurant in Seoul. The wine flowed freely, and by the time they were done, everyone was more than a little tipsy. They then moved to a club – again, exclusive and new – where they were automatically ushered to the mezzanine. A bottle of whisky was brought to their table, but soon enough, several of them had left to hit the dance floor – Jungkook, that brat, was of course looking for someone to spend the night with, and Hoseok and Jimin just wanted to tear up the dance floor.

“How have you been spending your time off?” Namjoon asked. Taehyung had been a little off all night, quieter than usual and when he thought no one was watching, he had a little frown perpetually affixed to his face.

Taehyung forced a nonchalant shrug – or at least, what he hoped passed for nonchalance. “Just hanging around,” he said vaguely, hoping to fend off any more probing into his life. “What about you?”

Namjoon looked amused. “Tae, I was discharged three days ago. I spent it sleeping and fixing up my apartment.”

“Right, right,” he said, staring studiously into his glass of whisky as if the amber-coloured liquid could tell him the secrets of life.

“How’s Y/N?” Yoongi piped up. Of course, he would be the one to bring you up first. For all his bitching and moaning when Taehyung adopted you, he quickly grew the most attached, and the feeling was mutual. He was your very favourite oppa after Taehyung, and sometimes – like when Taehyung has no choice but to discipline you – he was pretty sure Yoongi was your favourite.

“She’s fine,” Taehyung said, aiming for the innocent enthusiasm he used to have when talking about you, but from the way Namjoon’s eyebrow went up, he knew he’d failed.

“Is everything okay?” Namjoon asked slowly.

Taehyung gulped. The jig was up. Curse his inability to hide his feelings. Well, no matter. If pretending like everything was okay at home wasn’t going to work, there was always good old avoidance.

“Yes, everything’s fine!” he exclaimed a little manically, knocking back the rest of his drink in one gulp. “I’m going to hit the dance floor,” he said, making his escape quickly.

The others, a little surprised, didn’t react, letting him leave, although they exchanged suspicious glances. Something was up with Taehyung; he’d made that obvious enough.

Stepping onto the dance floor, he saw Jungkook in one corner getting hot and heavy against a wall with his chosen companion for the night, and he sighed enviously. He wished he could still do that. It wasn’t that they were afraid someone would go to the press – this club really was exclusive, and only celebrities and the ultra-wealthy (read: chaebol relatives) could even enter the club, so discretion would be guaranteed by both parties.

Instead, it seemed that as his attraction for you grew, his ability to find other, more suitable hybrid women attractive… diminished. Which was another pretty significant part of the problem that he didn’t even know how to address. He’d tried hooking up with hybrids over the past couple of weeks, but none of them ever smelled right. There was always something that felt a little bit off that prevented him from taking things further with them, no matter how much he might want to.

He was going crazy, he was sure of it. How could his sexual attraction be focused completely on one human woman? There was no way that this was okay.

He just had to hide it from others. He didn’t know what he was going to do about it yet, and it wasn’t like he didn’t trust his brothers, but this was a little different, and as much as he wouldn’t blame them, he couldn’t imagine the judging or pitying looks they would direct at him if he told them what was going on with his life.

No, better to keep it to himself for the time being.

His resolve seemed, unfortunately, alcohol-soluble. When the night ended, Taehyung returned to his apartment, saw that his bed was empty and immediately turned around to go to your room, where you’d settled in for the night since you weren’t sure what time he would come back, if he came back at all – hey, you weren’t one to judge. Spotting the human-shaped lump under the covers of your bed in the darkness, he stumbled over to the bed and lifted the covers to slide in.

It was then that Taehyung discovered that those cute camis and pajama pants that shouldn’t drive him crazy but did were you dressing more modestly than usual for bed, out of consideration for him. Because tonight, you weren’t wearing pants.

His brain seemed to short-circuit as he stared at your panty-clad ass, but he must have lifted the covers for too long because the cold started to make you stir as you turned over, patting the area around you looking for the blanket. Not finding anything to grab on to, your eyes opened slowly, and you squinted up at Taehyung.

“Oppa?” you croaked. “You’re back.” Clearing your throat, you reached for your phone on the bedside table. “What time is it?”

He groaned as he watched the way your body stretched out as you turned away from him. “You smell so good,” he whined, flopping down on the other side of the bed, and squirming close to you.

You allowed him to press himself against you, knowing that he was a needy drunk. This wasn’t exactly new for you – Taehyung didn’t get drunk as often as his other members did, but he still did occasionally, and you’d been with him for so many years now that you had a routine by now.

“Oppa… are you still dressed?” you whined as your bare skin came into contact with his jeans. You hissed in displeasure as the cold metal on his belt buckle pressed against your thigh.

“…No,” he said unconvincingly after a moment.

You squirmed out of his grasp, and he let out a forlorn whine that reminded you of his animal half. “Come on, you should get changed at least, you won’t sleep well in your clothes. I’ll go get your pajamas, okay?”

“Nooo,” he made grabby hands at you. “Don’t leave.” He pulled you back into his embrace, pressing his face into your throat. “You smell so good,” he slurred, rubbing his face against you.

You giggled at the ticklish sensation, resisting the urge to push him away. “At least take your pants off, okay?” you negotiated. “I have some water here, you should have some before you go to sleep…” Your voice trailed off as you reached for the bottle you always kept on your bedside table, and his head fell to the pillow with a soft thump as you pulled away. His eyesight was far better than yours, and he took the opportunity to stare at you while you weren’t able to notice it.

While he drank, you wriggled yourself back into the bed, blinking sleepily in the dark as you listened to the rhythmic sound of him gulping down the water. When he’d had enough, he started to lay down, and you quickly intervened. “No, you can’t sleep in your clothes!”

He laughed in response. “You’re very eager to take my pants off, love,” he teased.

Your whole body flushed with heat and you drew back, sulking. “Fine, sleep in your clothes, then. Just don’t complain in the morning,” you snapped, turning over to go to sleep.

Instead of doing the same, Taehyung scooched closer and threw an arm around you. “Don’t be like that, baby,” he purred. “I was just teasing. I’ll take off whatever you want me to,” he promised.

Hearing him speak to you in that tone, though, had you all kinds of worked up. It wasn’t unusual for him to call you baby – he’d always used that pet name on you, and Yeontan and all his other pets as well. It was just the way he’d said it… it reminded you of the way your ex back in Geochang used to talk to you when he was horny. And you found, to your shame, that you’d reacted to it with a small shiver.

That couldn’t be right, though. Humans and hybrids weren’t compatible in that way. You’d just been reminded of Jong-in in that moment – even though you’d broken up, it had been amicable, and you’d always enjoyed physical intimacy with him; it was a natural reaction.

While you were busy rationalizing it to yourself, though, the scent of your arousal hit Taehyung and he pressed himself closer with a groan. “Why do you smell so amazing, Y/N-ie?” he asked, pushing his nose insistently into the crook behind your ear. Unfortunately, his belt buckle pressed into the strip of skin on your lower back exposed by the way your camisole rode up.

“Agh,” you cried out in displeasure, squirming away from him. “It’s cold!”

“What? What’s cold, baby?”

“Your belt,” you heaved out, and his hands immediately went to it.

“Okay, it’s going,” Taehyung responded placatingly, undoing it and throwing it onto the ground beside the bed. Now that he’d gotten started, his pants were quick to follow, being scrunched into the corner of the bed under the covers where he’d kicked them, and his button-down shirt. Finally, clad in just his boxers and undershirt, he relaxed into the mattress, and you cuddled close, satisfied now.

“Good night, oppa,” you murmured as you slotted yourself into your usual spot in his side, your eyes drifting shut as you clutched his shirt in your fist.

He mumbled something indistinct in response, but you could feel his hand resting on your back, and you went to sleep peacefully.

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Taehyung woke up in a bed that wasn’t his own, half-dressed, and was confused for a moment, wracking his brain for memories of last night. Had he finally managed to get some?

Rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand, he propped himself up on his elbow and peered around, realizing that it was your room. So he hadn’t broken his dry spell, then. Damn.

Pushing the covers away, he meandered out of your bedroom to the kitchen, where you were already working on some hangover breakfast for him. “Good morning,” you chirped, turning away from the stove to point at the glass of water and hybrid painkillers you’d laid out for him. “In case you feel bad,” you explained.

He sat down and downed the water, ignoring the painkillers – he didn’t feel that bad – as he took you in. You’d put some pants on, and a cardigan over the camisole you’d worn to bed, and tied your hair back in a messy ponytail. As a hybrid, he naturally ran warmer than you, so during winters you made sure to pile the layers on to remain warm.

This line of thinking triggered a memory of you squealing in protest at the cold metal of his belt buckle touching your skin last night, and he paled as he remembered how inappropriately he’d acted with you. He watched you carefully, but you seemed the same as always, and he wasn’t sure if he should just pretend it never happened or apologize for it.

When you deemed the yukgaejang ready and took it off the stove to serve together with two bowls of freshly cooked rice, his guilt at how boorishly he’d treated you last night overwhelmed him and he blurted, “About last night – ”

You looked up from the drawer where you were picking the utensils out. “Yeah?”

“Um… about what I said…” he trailed off awkwardly.

“Oh, you mean the scent thing? Don’t worry, I get it,” you laughed it off, waving a hand in the air dismissively. “It’s because of the pack bond, right?”

“The what?” Completely confused, he just stared at you as you poured some soup into your rice.

“The pack bond? I read about it, that some hybrids can form pack bonds with the people around them. Like you did with the other members, or your pets, I guess,” you said, shrugging.

Instead of responding immediately, Taehyung chose to shovel a huge mouthful of stew and rice into his mouth to give him more time to think about how to respond. You’d given him the perfect cop-out for any overly affectionate behavior he might display. He was sure you didn’t know enough about hybrid pack behaviours to actually call him out on his lies.

“Y- yeah, that’s it,” he said, the visible relief on his face making you smile at him cheerily, your triumph at guessing correctly written all over your face.

As you both went back to eating, you felt something that had tensed up inside you last night unclench. It was just the pack bond. You could stop thinking about it, and you wouldn’t misinterpret anything anymore.

Returning to the studio to work on their comeback was a relief for Taehyung. For one thing, it meant that he would be spending most of his time away from you and your maddening scent. For another, he’d worried (perhaps needlessly, given the outpouring of support and congratulations on their social media when they were each discharged) that they wouldn’t be relevant anymore and he would be out of a job.

He’d also really missed his brothers, and was excited to work with them again.

However, what he hadn’t anticipated was that they’d missed you just as much as him, and you felt the same way. Every evening when he came home you were there, waiting for fun stories about the other members, and they pestered him incessantly for updates about you or, better yet, pictures or videos, or best of all, bringing you to the studio.

Since you basically begged for the same thing, he’d pretty much had no choice.

You chattered on excitedly from the front seat of his car as he drove to the studio. It was unbearably early, but that didn’t seem to deter you. Most mornings you were the one who woke him up anyway, since you were by far the most patient out of the members and producers. Even without you being there most days, the members knew that any time Taehyung showed up for practice on time and awake it was because of your efforts.

You fairly skipped from the carpark all the way to the studio where the boys were supposed to be working today, dragging Taehyung along in your wake. You knew the building like the back of your hand by now, having spent much of the time you’d been with Taehyung here. Even the boys from TXT knew you, and often kept snacks and things in their studios for you when you dropped by.

Reaching the corridor where the studio was located, you ran down it and burst into the studio, a ball of almost frenzied energy. “Hi!” you cried exuberantly, causing the current occupants of the room to look up at you. Almost all the members were there, sans Yoongi and, of course, Taehyung, who was following you at a more sedate pace, and they grinned at you.

“Y/N!” Jungkook leapt up from his seat and rushed over to you, and as you hugged him he picked you clean off the floor to swing you around, giggling. The tiger hybrid’s ears flicked excitedly as he took you in. “Don’t you look pretty today?” he cooed, rubbing his cheek over the top of your head. You stood still to let him, used to all the members attempting to scent you since it was basically an affectionate gesture.

“Thank you, Kookie-oppa,” you said politely, smiling up at him.

“You’re such a polite girl,” Seokjin complimented you, pulling a Tupperware of your favourite spicy baby octopus out of his bag. When Taehyung had texted them last night that you would be coming today, he’d immediately gotten to work preparing some of your favourite snacks.

“Ooh, thank you, Seokjin-oppa!” you sang as you stood to take it from him – with both hands, of course, and accompanied by a deep bow.

“Don’t you mean Seokjin-samchoon?” Jungkook ribbed, causing the hyena hybrid to snarl at him.

By the time Taehyung entered the room, you were sandwiched between Namjoon and Jimin, happily sharing your food with them, while Jungkook and Seokjin were playfighting, Hoseok egging both of them on. He sighed as he headed to the last empty couch and dropped down on it heavily, used to the chaos of his members.

“Where’s Suga-hyung?” Taehyung asked, looking around.

You shrugged. “Probably still in bed,” you responded to the amusement of everyone in the room.

Unfortunately for you, the man in question walked through the doors just in time to hear your remark, and he scowled. “For your information,” he bit out acerbically, “I was in my studio. I’m not Jimin,” he said, rolling his eyes, even as he bent down in front of you and opened his mouth for the proffered mouthful of food you were holding in your chopsticks for him.

“Hey!” Jimin protested. “I thought we were past that.”

“Never,” Taehyung promised, and you giggled. To ease the sting of his members teasing him, Jimin aggressively scented you, and you leaned into him to facilitate it.

Taehyung, observing your interaction with the other hybrid, tried not to show his irritation on his face, mostly because he knew it was ridiculous to feel that way. When you’d first come to live with them, the others had been cautious about getting their scents on you, just in case it was something that bothered him, but he’d made sure to assure them that he didn’t mind. After all, all of them were pack. It made sense for them to smell like each other, and it had even comforted him sometimes when you came to him drenched in the scents of his members.

Now that your scent was different, though, he didn’t like it as much when the other members rubbed up against you. It was a shameful, terrible feeling to be possessive over you like that, and he noted somewhat wryly that he could add it to the list. He really hadn’t been a paragon of virtue when it came to you recently.

When the boys started working, you pulled out the book you were currently reading and settled in. By now, you knew how to entertain yourself when at the studio, and tuned them out for the most part. As a result, you didn’t notice the way Taehyung’s attention would drift over to you instead of his members, but Namjoon did.

The older man raised his brow as Taehyung stared at you, sitting on a couch in the corner of the studio, instead of listening to the melody that Yoongi had just been working on. This was uncharacteristic of Taehyung, to say the least, and though as a leader he was somewhat annoyed at Taehyung’s inattention, he was also worried, remembering how strangely the wolf hybrid had acted the other night. He was still watching Taehyung out of his peripheral vision when he saw Taehyung catch himself staring, shake his head and frown.

He followed Taehyung’s gaze to you, wondering what it was that had captured Taehyung’s attention. You seemed unaware of it, turning the page on your book and continuing to read with a soft, relaxed expression, eagerly devouring the page. He couldn’t detect any differences, either – aside from the fact that you’d grown a little and carried yourself differently, you were much the same as you were when they’d left for the army.

Still, there must be some explanation for Taehyung’s sudden change in behavior, and he ran his eyes over your face more closely, watching for any hints.

Unfortunately, Taehyung, looking up from his notes, saw Namjoon staring at you, and before he could stop it, he growled at the wild dog hybrid. A second later, he realized what he’d just done, and shame flooded him. He got up so suddenly that the chair he was sitting in rolled away, bumping against the studio board, and fled the room.

Immediately, you put your book down and got up, ready to follow him to ask what had gotten him so upset, but Namjoon stopped you. “I’ll go talk to him,” he assured you, and looking up at the serious set of his jaw, you nodded, knowing that Taehyung was in good hands.

Namjoon found Taehyung in the restroom, bracing himself against the sinks with his head bowed. Hearing the door open and able to identify his leader by his scent, Taehyung’s hands tightened.

“You doing okay?” Namjoon asked mildly, leaning against the restroom door.

“Go away,” Taehyung grumped without moving.

“Tae, I’m worried about you. You’ve been acting weird since we came back from the military. Tell me what’s going on, please?”

“Nothing’s going on, everything’s fine,” Taehyung denied, his voice becoming increasingly whiny.

“Tae, come on. We’re brothers, you can tell me what’s up.” Namjoon went over to the wolf hybrid and rested his hand on his shoulder.

Resolutely, Taehyung stayed silent.

Left with no other recourse, Namjoon started guessing. “Is it because your heat is coming soon?”

Taehyung’s head shot up, and he stared at Namjoon in the mirror. “My what?”

Namjoon quirked his brow at the younger man. “Your heat?” he prompted. “The one you’ve had once a year for about ten years now?”

Taehyung paled. With all that had been going on with you, he’d totally forgotten about it. Fuck. He was not going to get through this heat alive.

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Only the Light Ch. 18

Scully, Mulder, and Missy travel to California to meet Emily and wrestle with the future.

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The echo of Scully’s heels against the linoleum is almost enough to drown out her racing heart. Mulder’s thumping steps and her sister’s daintier ones help too, but their collective power does nothing to ease Scully’s awareness that the Earth circles the sun at a thousand miles per hour. Today, she’s feeling every bit of it.

The three of them round a corner, and a broad-shouldered man and tiny-waisted woman come into view. Agent Feniston and the lawyer, this must be. Outside of conference room C--as planned.

Straightening every disc in her spine, Scully extends a hand and exchanges a firm shake with each of them. Mulder and Melissa hang back.

“Dana Scully,” she declares. “Thank you for seeing me.”

“That decision rested with the foster parents,” the male agent insists. “As does any from this point forward.”

“Yes, and I’ll be sure to thank them as well,” Scully acquiesces.

“Hello, Ms. Scully.” The lawyer uncrosses her ankles. “I’m Tanya Joyce, you can call me Tanya. As a representative of the state of California, my priority is guarding the child’s wellbeing and ensuring that any choice made is what’s best for her.”

“Of course,” Scully murmurs. “Thank you for being here.”

Tanya thumbs toward the closed door of the conference room. “Brian and Cecily are eager to meet you. The foster system has extremely limited information on little Emily. Your testimony will help us all fill in some blanks.”

Scully nods. “Me as well...this is as much a surprise for me as all of you.”

“Are we to understand that you were not aware you bore a child, Ms. Scully?” Agent Feniston asks.

“Yes, sir. I know it’s quite hard to believe, I feel the same. I was missing for a period of time last year and was comatose when I returned.”

“Yes, and how long was that period of time, Ms. Scully?”

The edges of her lips fall. “Approximately five weeks.”

“So is it safe to assume that though the child shares your DNA, you did not carry her?”

“No sir, not that I know of. I believe that my eggs were harvested, and she was...well, she comes from one of those.”

The agent hums a note of acknowledgement. “As I told you over the phone, the federal database contained no viable DNA match of a father.”

Scully nods. ��Yes sir, and I have no knowledge of what sperm may have been used.”

“Noted.” He rubs his neck. “We were lucky, we only found you because you were in the missing persons database.”

“I had no idea I was still listed there,” Scully says. “I’ve asked the FBI to remove it.”

“Well, it was a stroke of luck for us,” the agent tells her. “This little girl’s foster parents encouraged the state to pursue child abandonment charges against whoever left her. She was found outside a local care center at two weeks old, as I’ve told you.”

“Yes.” Scully purses her lips. She imagines a baby with her eyes, nose, toes, chromosomes crying on a nondescript doorstep...she and Mulder did not know what they were doing when they said they wanted the truth.

“We’ve already confirmed your story with the FBI,” Feniston continues, “and we have proof that you were working on cases in the east at the time of Emily’s delivery to the foster center, so you are free of any child abandonment charges.”

“Wonderful,” Scully replies, but really, those were the least of her concerns. “May I see my daughter now?”

That’s the first time she’s ever said that sentence, and she didn’t expect terror to shoot up her spine. Is this what it is, having an extension of your life outside your body?

The lawyer steps forward. “I’ll introduce you to Brian and Cecily, they’d like to speak with you first.”

Scully does not like the way that sits in the air. Still, she musters a smile. “It would be my pleasure.”

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Mulder and Melissa make themselves at home on a pair of leather chairs outside the conference room. They have been the pall-bearers keeping Scully aloft as her crushed dreams reinvent themselves as high hopes. They don’t understand how it happened any more than Scully herself: one phone call turned into multiple consultations with Agent Feniston, then Tanya and California Social Services and finally, DC social workers who performed background checks and prepared forms so that Scully could come here today to meet her baby and, God-willing, bring her home.

It doesn’t happen this fast, it never does--different voices said these same words to them a dozen times. And yet, barely two weeks after Agent Feniston’s fated voicemail, here they are. On All Hallow’s Eve, no less. Just in time for Emily to complete her first rotation around the sun.

They both play contrasting yet crucial roles in Operation Miracle Baby, as Mulder dubbed it. Dana has sobbed into Missy’s shoulder every night for the past two weeks; happy tears (her baby! she has a baby!), sad tears (she has a baby…and she didn’t even know...), scared tears (a baby! a baby, Missy! probably already walking, and maybe even talking if she’s exceptional...). The situation--and its implications--are impossible to reconcile in such a short time, if at all. Scully’s petite frame could not physically contain it.

Mulder’s the comic relief, the distraction, the reminder that nothing can be so grave if there's still breath left in your body. He bought a CD of nursery rhymes and stuck in it his beat-up office radio, playing it through the day while Scully labored over this form or that and he pretended to alphabetize the case file drawer. Now, he hums himself to sleep every night with one of those rhymes; he’s hoping this new skill will come in handy.

He would’ve bought toys and baby clothes too, but Melissa made him swear not to in case the adoption falls through. And she’s right, he can’t bear to imagine the pain Scully would feel packing those away. For sale: baby shoes, never worn hits you no matter who you are. Still, he has a stuffed UFO and a Build-a-Bear fox (yes, he went in and filled it himself) hidden in his closet, and he hopes they won’t go to waste.

Operation Miracle Baby has been as covert as anything Mulder’s ever been involved in. He, Melissa, and Mrs. Scully are the only ones in his partner’s circle with any knowledge of what’s going on. No one else, in Scully’s words, matters. Trinity too has received a full briefing from Missy and is ecstatic about her girlfriend potentially becoming an auntie. Skinner was told it was a family emergency--and well, it is--though surely he’s suspicious about both of his agents requesting time off. Bill Jr. has no idea they’re in San Diego, though they may seek “refuge” (the air quotes are Missy’s) at his place if the proceedings drag on.

This is a triumph or failure to be shared only with those most beloved, that’s what Scully said to them the night before they boarded the plane. Mulder has never been included in anyone’s most beloved before. It feels pretty damn good.

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The perky lawyer raps on the conference room door, opening it in response to a voice on the other side. Scully’s breath catches….a strawberry-haired infant rests in her mother’s arms (Scully hates to think it, but surely this woman is more Emily’s mother than she is), pulling at a lock of the woman’s blonde hair.

The woman turns her way, and Scully gets her first glimpse at Emily’s face. Emily. Her baby. She wondered the whole flight here whether she would feel a connection….a sense of recognition...upon laying eyes on her daughter. And my god, it’s like some chained section of her heart has burst open, flooded with all the good feelings of the world. Icy blue eyes and cherub cheeks...that’s her baby. That’s her baby.

She watches as her baby is passed to a woman in a CA Social Services button-up who slides past Scully in the doorway like she’s not even there. Scully has a split-second to notice the dimples on her daughter’s cheeks, but that’s it. Emily’s gaze misses her entirely.

Tanya strides toward the couple in the room, Scully following behind.

“Mr. and Mrs. Lace, this is Dana Scully, Emily’s biological mother.”

“We’re so glad to meet you,” the man says, shaking Scully’s hand with a firm grip. “I’m Brian, and this is my wife Cecily.”

“Thank you for speaking with me,” Scully tells them, shaking Cecily’s hand in kind. “I understand you’ve cared for Emily since shortly after she arrived at social services.”

“Yes,” Cecily confirms. “She came to us when she was a month old. Raising her has been an absolute joy.”

Brian nods. “She’s the second infant we’ve fostered. We adopted our first one, Andrew, when he was a year and a half.”

“I didn’t realize you had another child,” Scully converses, feeling out of her depth. “It must have been quite a transition, taking Emily in.”

“It sure was, but she’s an angel, truly,” Brian says. “We couldn't fathom that someone could abandon her and get away with it, that’s why we contacted Agent Feniston.”

Cecily chimes in--”We were told the chances of finding a DNA match in the federal database was slim. We didn’t expect to learn that you were unaware of Emily’s existence!”

“Yes, I’m still coming to terms with it all,” Scully replies. “I’m grateful that you’ve given me the opportunity to see her, at the very least.”

“When we heard your story, we knew it would be heinous of us to say no,” Cecily says, offering a sympathetic smile.

“You’re an FBI agent, did we hear that right?” Brain asks.

“Yes sir, I’ve been with the Bureau five years now.”

“You live in DC?”

Scully nods. “Around the corner from the National Mall.”

“That’s exciting!” Cecily pipes up. “How did you find yourself having Emily in San Diego?”

“I actually have no idea, Mrs. Lace,” Scully murmurs. “My family lived here when I was young, but I haven’t been back since. Coincidentally, my brother lives not too far off.”

“Wow,” Cecily gasps. “They weren’t kidding about you being a missing person.”

“No ma’am.” She went from a missing person to missing a person. No wonder she’s spent the past year feeling so empty.

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Mulder and Melissa get only the slightest moment to catch their breath before a child that is unmistakably the progeny of Dana Scully is carried into the lobby. Her hair curls around her ears in a cute mushroom top, her tongue dancing in her mouth like it has a mind of its own. They stare; they know better, but fuck it, if any baby is worth staring at, it’s this one.

“Is that--?” Mulder whispers.

“Yeah,” Missy breathes.

They’ve both seen the pictures, they are well aware that it’s her. They say these things for the awe of it.

“She’s…” Mulder’s eyes are wide. “She’s bigger than I thought she would be. Not fat, I mean. Just...a whole tiny human.”

“She is, isn’t she?” Melissa smiles at her niece, who is now seated on her caretaker’s lap across the hallway. Emily’s big eyes blink at her, containing silent judgements. How like her mother she is.

Missy elbows Mulder. “I bet she orders mushroom pizza and then picks the mushrooms off because apparently ‘the cheese tastes better than on the regular cheese pizza,’” she muses, naming one of her sister’s quirks.

Mulder likes this game. “I bet she vehemently denies the existence of extraterrestrials only to secretly believe that her dashing partner is right,” he offers.

Missy smirks. “I bet she would find this game very stupid if she understood it.”

“I’m all in on that one.” Mulder mimes pushing a pile of poker chips into the center of a table.

Missy laughs, looks toward her seat partner with soft eyes. “She’s gonna be a great mom, isn’t she? Dana, I mean?”

“Oh yeah.” Mulder clasps his hands in his lap. “We should be so lucky to have a little Scully in the world.”

“Mm-hm.” Missy focuses on his face, watching for the slightest move that might give his thoughts away. “And she’ll be able to do it alone, do you think?”

“Well, I’m sure she’ll need some help from Mrs. Scully, and you, and…” he trails off before adding his own name, but Missy’s mind fills it in reflexively. “She’ll need help,” Mulder finishes, “but yeah, she’ll be incredible.”

The details have already been parsed out. As a single mother, Scully is required to list a guardian who would take custody of Emily if something were to happen to her. She listed her mother as the primary one--the social worker told her it’s best if it’s someone who has child-rearing experience--and Missy as the secondary guardian. She would, after all, already live in the child’s household.

Then there was the matter of the job--its extensive time requirements, travelling, and danger level were all of concern to the agency. This came as no surprise to Scully; a single female FBI agent does not make the ideal adoption candidate. And though she hasn’t yet spoken to the Bureau, Mulder has promised her they’ll work something out. It can be like your leave of absence, he assured her. You tackle the paper trail and I’ll focus on following the suspect’s trail. Easy-peasy.

That’s what he says to her, though he’s terrified of losing her as his partner...Of her being reassigned to something simpler or leaving the Bureau entirely. She could teach at Quantico, that schedule would be a hell of a lot easier than running on Mulder time. Agent Scully can pack for hastily-booked flights at midnight then catch them at 7am, but Emily’s mother couldn’t. He will have to reckon with this if all the pieces fall into their graceful place. He’ll have to figure out how to rearrange their partnership for her, or even worse, how to live without her as his partner. Or maybe even at all.

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Scully glances at her shoes, then summons the courage to meet Mrs. Lace’s hazel eyes. “I hope you will consider my request. I know it’s not up to you entirely--the court will have the final say--but my abduction experience has left me unable to have a biological child, so learning of Emily was truly a miracle of the highest order.”

Her voice clips as she takes a breath. “I understand that it would be a huge sacrifice on the part of your family, and that you’ve developed a bond with Emily over the past eleven months. I just ask you both to please...think about it.” Tears twinkle in her eyes. She made it, thank god, she made it without breaking down! She’s rehearsed that speech ten times over.

Cecily lays a hand on her husband’s arm. “Of course, Dana. It would be a painful sacrifice to us, you’re correct, but we understand that you’ve flown across the country to be here, and that you’ve brought witnesses to testify to your character, so your commitment is clear. We’ll listen and make as compassionate a decision as possible.”

Scully’s lips creep into a smile. “Thank you. I appreciate that.” She steps back, the weight of imminent sobs settling over her chest.

“Ms. Scully has already undergone most of the requirements needed for adoption,” the lawyer tells Mr. and Mrs. Lace. “Medical clearance, psychiatric clearance, criminal background check, and home study. In the spirit of her unique circumstances, California and the District of Columbia have agreed to cooperate to make the process as smooth and expedient as possible, if you should choose to surrender Emily to her. I don’t mean to sway your decision in any way, just to give you all the available information.”

The couple nods. “Thank you, Tanya,” Cecily answers. “We’d like to speak with the first witness now.”

Scully balks. She expected more questions, a barrage of them, as intense and prying as if she were testifying in front of Congress. And she was ready for that--she was prepared to do whatever they asked of her, to show that there are no lengths she wouldn’t go for Emily. She’s already documented every detail of her life for social services and given over the necessary specimens to prove that no, she’s not a drug user, and yes, her thyroid is hyperactive, but she takes medication for that and her doctor will confirm that it’s under control.

And if they wanted to know more, she’d tell them. She’d tell it all. Her deepest, darkest secret (telling Daniel that yes, he should leave his wife & kids...all for her, to be with her), the most petty thing that haunts her (stolen cigarettes, smoked on the family porch at 1am), what she wants to say most but can’t (I love you)...a part of her was taken to create Emily. She would give the rest away to keep her.

There was a moment, in one of the drab little interrogation rooms at DC social services, where Scully was met with a question that lunged toward her like a time-bomb. Pull the fuse, pull the fuse it taunted her. See what happens. Instead, she played it off. Pretended she didn’t hear its doomed tick. Feigned none the wiser. No, she isn’t aware of any potential medical condition that would inhibit her life expectancy or ability to care for a child, she told the nice woman. Thank god they got the chip out of her neck before it showed up on any x-rays.

She snaps back to reality, watching as the conference door opens, and her sister enters the room.

“Thank you, Dana,” Tanya says, and she assumes that’s the lawyer’s way of telling her to get out, so she does. Outside the room, she settles next to Mulder in a seat that’s still warm.

“How’d it go in there, champ?” he chatters. “You need some water or anything?”

Scully’s not listening. Her eyes are trained on the baby girl across the way with hair too auburn to be brunette that’ll require a smattering of box dye every two weeks to qualify her as a soulless ginger.

Emily’s eyes land on the woman she does not know is her mother, studying this new face with an infant’s usual curiosity. Mulder has realized by now that the little girl is of much more interest to his partner than he is, and he watches as mother and daughter wave to each other.

Scully lets out a laugh so strangled that for a moment Mulder thinks it’s a cry and jumps to comfort her. He relaxes back into his seat once he sees the joy on her face.

“She’s a sweetheart, huh?” Mulder wisecracks as the young girl jams her fingers into her mouth.

Scully beams. “She’s a baby, that’s her way of learning the world!”

“Hey, I’m not knocking it. That’s my personal preference as well,” he says with a lop-sided smile.

“Yeah, well, she’s not licking evidence,” Scully quips.

Mulder shrugs. “A man can’t help his oral fixation. Haven’t you ever heard of Freud…?” he lets it slide off his tongue.

Scully rolls her eyes. His inability to maintain an appropriate manner is nothing if not inspiring.

She gestures toward Emily. “You’re already encouraging bad behavior. Tsk-tsk,” she teases.

“That’s my job as--hey, wait. What’s she gonna call me?” If you get custody, of course passes silently between them.

“I don’t know, Mulder,” Scully says, watching her daughter out of the corner of her eye. “I hadn’t really thought about it.” That’s a lie. She’s sat up during the night trying to decipher Mulder’s relation to Emily. He would certainly be the male authority in her life, but that doesn’t make him a father figure. Right?

Scully adored her father because he was the head of the family, and he embraced the responsibility, always making sure they had what they needed. While her mother was often the one doing the grunt work of caring for them, her father provided for them. His long deployments with the Navy protected them. Scully understood his sacrifice and loved him for it

That’s not how it would go with Emily. If she were so lucky as to get the child, Scully would be the caretaker and the provider. A two-in-one deal with a high price. What would that mean, for Emily? Scully could do it, she believes that. Not that it would be anything less than utterly exhausting, but with a little help from her mother and her sister, she could make do, and they say it takes a village to raise a child anyway, so what’s so bad about that?

Since she’s filling those roles herself, that leaves...well, Mulder could be the fun uncle, that fits him. Bill Jr. isn’t gonna cut it, and neither is Charlie, considering that he’s god knows where. Besides, it’s unlikely that Mulder will get a chance to know a biological niece or nephew. He and Emily could fill missing pieces in each other’s lives.

Scully’s eyes trace the contours of her partner’s face. “Do you have a preference about what she calls you?”

“I was hoping for His Royal Highness Fox Mulder of Martha’s Vineyard--is that too much?”

Scully lets a strand of hair fall over her face. “It might take her awhile to get her tongue around that.”

“Or it’ll speed up her speech acquisition,” Mulder replies.

“Oh, you’re a child-rearing connoisseur now?”

Mulder twiddles his thumbs. “It is my goal to raise the first kid to transcribe canine language into English.”

“Really? I wasn’t aware of that,” Scully tells him, a smile flitting on her lips. It’s this kind of banter that keeps her sane. A few minutes out here with him, and she’s forgotten that what happens in that conference room will dictate the rest of her life.

Across the hallway, Emily giggles at the air, and it fits, doesn’t it? Here she is, already laughing at Mulder’s jokes like the Scully girl she is.

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It feels like a prisoner exchange when witness number one in their civil-that-sure-feels-like-a-criminal case joins Scully back in the hallway, and Mulder is called forward “to the stand.” He swears he found a penny in the parking lot this morning & promises to bring back good news. Scully’s pretty sure he made that story up, but she’s no less hopeful that it’ll come true.

Returned from her brief stint in captivity, Missy dives right into a discussion of her niece: “Look at her, Dana, she looks just like you!”

“Well, she does have fifty percent of my DNA,” Scully concedes with an admiring glance at the little girl.

“Have you gone over to see her?”

Scully shakes her head. “I didn’t think that would be proper.”

“Are you kidding me?” Missy retorts. “First of all, Brian and Cecily are very nice people, and I’m not supposed to say this, but I think there’s a chance that Emily will be yours. Secondly, this could be your only opportunity to interact with your daughter and you’re not gonna take it?”

Scully bites her lip. Her sister knows how to craft an argument. “Alright, but you have to back me up.”

“Trust me, I wanna see her just as badly as you.”

Scully steels herself, then approaches the woman in the polo shirt. “Hello.” She does a polite half-wave, which she’s never done before and which makes her feel ridiculous. “I’m the potential adoptee, and I was wondering if I could say hello to this precious little girl.” It all feels completely out of character, like she’s reading lines from a script. But this is it, this is her reality.

The woman’s face offers little in the way of recognition. “You can have a supervised visit with her, yes,” she recites, as rehearsed as Scully.

“Great.” Scully claps her hands together. “May I take her to my sister right over there?”

The woman nods. Scully lays her hands on Emily’s waist and lifts the girl gently from the woman’s lap. She is heavier than Scully imagined, or maybe just heavier than she hoped. Every ounce is a reminder of unseen existence and unwitnessed growth.

Emily does not balk, just stares up at her mother with those probing eyes.

“Hi baby girl,” Scully coos to her daughter as she settles her against her hip. “Can you say hi? Have you got that one yet?”

The girl blinks. “Ma-ma.”

Scully crooks her neck, tries to reign in her racing imagination. All babies do this at this age, don’t they? Calling every woman mama and every man dada. Emily’s no exception. And yet...for that to be the first word her daughter has ever said to her. God winked at her, and she’s glad to have caught it.

The pair makes it to Missy, who blows a kiss in Emily’s direction. “Hey there little one.” She extends her index finger, and the girl latches onto it.

Scully cradles her baby’s head, Emily’s fine hair soft beneath her fingers.

“She’s even-keeled for a baby,” Missy remarks, wiggling her finger and watching Emily crack a smile.

“Yes,” Scully gurgles out of the sheer joy. She settles into her chair with Emily in her lap. “Do you know what she said to me?”

Missy looks up. “What?”

“Mama.” Scully dons a triumphant grin. “She called me mama.”

“Oh, no way!” Missy squeals. It’s a bit too loud and sudden, making Emily jump. The ladies laugh, and Scully pulls her daughter in closer, kissing the crown of her head. She still has that baby smell; the freshness of new life and all its purity. Scully sighs. It must have been even stronger when she was born.

Scully closes her eyes. If she had one chance to pause life somewhere along the way, to linger in a perfect moment longer, she would do it right now and she would never regret it.

“My baby…” she breathes into Emily’s ear, hoping it will stick. That one day she’ll remember and find her way home, should she need to.

A warm tear slides down Scully’s cheek and lands in Emily’s lap, a dark drop on the girl’s corduroy pants. “Mama loves you, Emily.” She tightens her embrace. “That’s me,” she sniffs. “I love you, Emily.”

Observing this, Missy feels that she is an interloper and slips off to the bathroom, leaving mother and baby to have their moment.

Scully strokes the girl’s tiny palm with her thumb. She has missed so much already, and my god, she could miss so much more. What is love, if not sacrifice? Hadn’t that been the takeaway from each week of Sunday school?

The conference door opens, and Scully finds herself irritated that life has failed to pause. Oh, what wouldn’t she do to take the reins from God, even for a moment? She looks up at Mulder, doe-eyed as he processes the optical illusion that is Emily and her mother. Said mother sees the tenderness on Mulder’s face as he comes to terms with this sight, and something in both of them breaks, and something else opens.

Mulder approaches quietly, apprehensive about ruining the moment. Little does he know, he’s not ruining it; he’s completing it.

“Hey,” Scully swoons. “How was it?”

He’s too earnest to crack a joke right now. “Less nerve-wracking than I expected,” he murmurs. “Brain and Cecily are good people.”

Scully can’t help but wonder if they’re hammering this point about Brian and Cecily to make her feel better when the gavel falls in their direction. Mulder directs her train of thought away from this when he kneels in front of Emily. His eyes are as soupy as ever, Scully notices; she could sink right into them.

“May I?”

Scully chuckles under her breath, like a stranger has just asked if they could pet her dog. “Of course, Mulder. Say hi.”

Over the past weeks, Mulder spent considerable time anticipating this initial interaction. First impressions are important, after all, and there is no one he has wanted to impress more than this sweet girl. Ultimately, he decided that he didn’t care what their meeting was, as long as it would be. And now that he’s here, knelt in front of his two favorite girls, he’s ready to make a promise.

He envelops Emily’s closed fist with one hand and uses the other to caress Scully’s palm. “I want you to know,” he begins, shifting his gaze between mother and daughter, “that I’ll always be here for you.”

He looks to Scully, realizing that Emily is unable to comprehend what he is saying. “Regardless of Brian and Cecily’s choice, I am prepared to make every sacrifice so that you two can be a family. The family you deserve to be. I know what it’s like to not have that, and christ, Scully, I’m not letting you go through that. You’ve had enough for one lifetime.”

Scully’s face puckers. She is moved on a dimension that transcends the spiritual, if such a thing is possible. She closes her eyes, lets the tears slip out, then softens her focus on him.

“Thank you, Mulder...Fox,” she effuses, needing to heighten the intimacy. “Emily and I…” she kisses her daughter’s temple again. “Well, you know. You already know.” Her voice is somber almost, reminiscent of a wedding vow’s binding utterance.

Mulder smiles up at them, pats Scully’s hand. “I know. Me too.”

There are many phrases that could fill her blank, but he chose his favorite, and he’s got an inkling that he’s right.

Scully sucks in a breath, and it’s the first one that has ever counted. Earth is new to her, again.

The door opens a second time, and the lawyer approaches with Brian and Cecily behind her.

“Mr. and Mrs. Lace would like to take some time to think about their decision,” Tanya announces. “You will understand, they hope…?”

Scully nods, swallowing back a lump in her throat. She would like to break into a tantrum, throwing chairs and screeching every obscenity she knows. Begging please, please, don’t let me miss another heartbeat. Let me live in this Heaven I’ve found. But no answer is better than an immediate rejection, so she screws her lips into a smile and gives away two more handshakes.

“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Lace. I’m grateful for this opportunity.”

#you guysss i have been excited for this chapter since day one!!!#it only gets more emotional from here ahhhh #hope you enjoy <3 #i am hugging anyone who reads this #only the light fic #missy and scully fic #the x-files #txf fic #txf #fox mulder #dana scully #melissa scully #mine

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Lockscreens (ch. 3)

tw: Implied drinking

Word count: 2.9k

Genre: Angst, fluff

All trigger warnings will be tagged and posted at the beginning of each chapter! This will have *manga spoilers*

Pairings: Bokuto x fem!reader, Kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: Nearly four years ago, Bokuto left the love of his life for volleyball. Despite all the time, he’s still very much in love with her. He comes home to a major surprise leaving him wondering…What happened while he was gone?

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ch 3: No new notifications (13 weeks)

“Cheers! To the best, most hard-working Manager I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, who is doing a kickass job in her life. This is all for you, bestie!” Kuroo pointed at her, brandishing his red solo cup. The room broke into cheers as she began to glow cherry-red. She glanced down to the phone in her hand. No new notifications.

“Congratulations (Name)!” Yaku grinned, tapping his cup against hers. She tucked her phone back into her pocket as she took a sip of the sparkling apple cider.

Kai stood beside her, elbowing her slightly. “We always knew you could do it.”

“He’s so embarrassing,” she huffed, cheeks puffing up. Kuroo walked over, pushing her cheeks together. His own glowed like fresh-picked strawberries.

“You look so adorable kitten~!” She playfully nipped at his fingers, causing him to pull them back and wag his finger at her. “Is that really any way to treat your bestest friend who planned this party for you?” They stood side-by-side as they surveyed the scene. Kuroo had gone all out. He’d ordered food and had even helped prepare curry prior to the party while she had made the gyoza. Her house was filled with familiar faces. Her heart glowed, recognising all the members from the Nekoma team from her third-year. Even senpais who had graduated two years before had stopped by. Here and there were familiar faces from other teams like Sugawara from Karasuno, Konoha from Fukurodani, and even some of her classmates from university.

By the entrance, a large white poster was tacked to the wall serving as a backdrop. On it was “Congratulations (Name)!” with markers were provided for party-guests to leave heart-felt messages. The pop of another champagne bottle being opened caught their attention. White and gold streamers decorated the walls. Balloons were center-pieces at all the various tables. Her heart clenched, an all-too familiar jersey and face popping into her mind.

“Congratulations Kou!” She squealed, jumping into her boyfriend’s arms. Bokuto beamed, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Congratulations to you too, babe!” He leaned down, rubbing his nose against hers. She giggled, pulling back and straightening out his tie.

“I can’t believe we’re finally finished,” (Name) smiled, turning her body so that her back was against Bokuto’s chest while they surveyed the room. All around were various former third-years of Fukurodani and Nekoma. Nekoma’s graduation ceremony had been yesterday whereas Fukurodani’s ceremony had been that day.

“Finally finished, but still stuck together,” Kuroo appeared, looming over their shoulders with a smirk on his face.

“It’ll be a new adventure,” she protested, glaring at the male.

“Oi, Kuroo, leave the love-birds alone,” Yaku scolded, holding two red solo cups. Yaku handed her a cup. “Cheers guys!” They all cheered, their cups tapping together.

“To another four years with my babies,” she smiled affectionately, letting her head rest against Bokuto’s chest.

“I guess I’ll sacrifice another four years taking care of you children,” Kuroo teased. She rolled her eyes, feeling Bokuto’s warm breath on her ear.

“To four years of university, and then a lifetime beside the girl who stole my heart all those years ago,” he whispered. (Name) flushed pink, only for a scarlet glow to overtake her when Bokuto pressed a sloppy kiss onto her cheek. “Let’s party!” He cheered, pulling away and chugging the rest of his beer.

She glanced down to her phone. No new notifications. All that stared back at her was the picture of some cute dog she pulled off of the internet. Nimble fingers plucked the phone from her grasps. “Hey!” She protested, hands reaching up to try and grab it.

“This is your party!” He gestured to the room. “All of these people gathered here to celebrate this accomplishment with you.” He sent her a soft look, cupping her cheeks before pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. “You can have your phone back later, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she pouted, pushing his hands off of her face.

Kuroo pushed her towards Kai and Yaku before he walked away, joining Kenma in the corner. “You and Kuroo seem closer than ever,” Yaku commented, shooting the girl a sly look. “Did something happen?” The former libero eyed the rooster-headed male as he laughed.

“Oh, let me help you with that Kenma!” (Name) called, putting down the water bottles as she made her way over to the first year setter. Kenma’s face turned as he avoided direct eye-contact, focusing on the ball he was wiping down. She stood beside him, grabbing a towel to wipe another. Her perky voice carried through the emptying gym. Hazel eyes followed them, a smile proudly displayed on his face. Yaku and Kai exchanged looks, a smirk creeping on Yaku’s face. The second years entered the locker-room, following the rooster-headed male.

“God I’m so happy right now.”

“Oh really, what’s going on now Kuroo?” Kai inquired, sending the male a sly look.

“Does it have anything to do with (Name)?” Yaku teased.

“No!” Kuroo pouted. “Maybe.” He took off his shirt, grabbing a different one from his bag. “I’m just happy that she and Kenma get along, okay?”

“Don’t they usually hangout anyways?” Kai raised his eyebrows.

“Is that all that makes you happy about her?”

“Well I mean...isn’t that good? Isn’t it a good thing my best friends get along together?” Kuroo smirked. “I don’t see you having any best friends, Yaku, so I guess you can’t relate there.” Yaku’s face crossed into anger, as he rolled his shirt sleeve up.

“Hey, don’t start fighting here,” Kai warned, tugging his own shirt down.

“He started it!” Yaku scowled.

“Well, I’m ending it.”

There was a knock at the door. “Kuroo? Are you still in there?”

Kuroo was holding his hand against Yaku’s forehead, preventing his movements. “Yeah!”

“Hurry up, rooster-head. I gotta get home and get started on my paper!”

“Coming!” Kuroo pushed Yaku back, throwing his bag over his shoulder as he ran out, tripping slightly. The boys exchanged looks.

“He’s so whipped.”

Kai grunted in agreement.

“Something like that.” They all turned to look at the pair of best friends.

“What happened to Bokuto?” Kai asked, his eyebrows raised.

(Name) turned to look at them, her eyes dimming. “He uh...he left, I guess.” She cleared her throat. “He went to go pro and left me behind.” She shrugged. Another sip.

“That owl-haired idiot,” Yaku scowled. “You guys seemed so in love though.”

“Didn’t you choose your major because of him?”

“We were and yeah, kinda.” Kuroo’s eyes met hers from across the room, and he sent her a cheeky smile. “But sometimes, you gotta let go of the people you love so that they can fly to their highest.” The group drank, Kai and Yaku exchanged looks at her sorrowful expression. “Besides! I love being a recreational therapist anyways.”

“Are you planning on getting a doctorate? I know you mentioned wanting to do physical therapy sometime.”

She shrugged. “I don’t think it’s in the cards for me right now, but maybe sometime down the line.” A hand subconsciously settled onto her stomach. In turn, she asked them about their post-graduation plans and they soon fell into an easy conversation.

After a few hours, the party began to wind down. People left, the food and alcohol had long been consumed. “Thank you for having us!” Yaku waved as he and Kai left. (Name) had been bent over the kitchen counter, picking up the empty cups and dirty plates that littered it. She waved at the duo before the door snapped shut behind them.

“Thank god that’s over with,” she said as she went back to cleaning. Another glance at the phone on the table. No new notifications. She bit back her sigh. At this point, she shouldn’t have even been surprised.

Kuroo’s annoying laugh echoed in the house as he began cleaning the table. He eyed the decorations. “How about we leave the decorations up for a bit? There’s no harm in celebrating a little longer.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re just too tired to clean up.”

He walked around the island, wiping down the cleared counter. “That and you need rest,” he chided. A light hand pressed against her lower back. “Go shower and get ready for bed. I’ll take care of this.” A chaste forehead kiss. Her eyes fluttered shut at the searing contact.

She let out a long sigh, a hand on her stomach, a slight bump meeting it. “Only because my feet and back are killing me,” she acknowledged. She leaned up, pressing her lips to his cheek. “Thanks rooster-head.” Ignoring his cry of indignation, she headed to the bathroom. By the time she was finished, Kuroo was sprawled onto her bed. “I don’t remember giving you permission to sleepover,” she remarked, leaning against the doorway as she towel-dried her hair.

“And I don’t remember getting a thank you for today. I guess we’re both missing something now aren’t we?” His snarky reply had her balling up and throwing the damp towel on his face. Kuroo whipped it off, complaining loudly. She walked over, crawling towards Kuroo to hover over him.

“Thank you for the party.” His eyes gleamed as he tapped his cheek.

“I think you missed something here.”

“Kuroo!” She warned, and he threw his head back in a good-natured laugh.

“Down, kitten,” he teased. “No need to get your claws out.” He gently eased her off of him onto the bed. “I’m gonna shower and I’ll be right back for cuddles.” She scowled, throwing a pillow at him.

“Don’t even think about it Kuroo!” He cackled as the pillow bounced off the door. She stretched slightly before she relaxed onto her side. Exhaustion overwhelmed her, and she slipped into the abyss.

****

Nearly 300 miles away, a muscular male was just clambering into bed. His phone vibrated, lighting up.

Konoha: Missed you at (Name)’s grad party! Hope you’re having fun with the pros 🙄😜

Gold eyes widened as he opened his calendar. He cursed. (Name) had finished university last week, and he hadn’t even sent her anything! Setting a silent reminder to send her a gift in the morning, he quickly drafted a text.

Bokuto: Congratulations baby! I’m so proud of you 💖 Can’t wait to see you soon!

He tossed his phone onto the nightstand and laid on his back. His muscles were extra sore that day, practice had run three hours over due to an interview that had predated it. He closed his eyes as his breathing deepened. The wing-spiker didn’t notice the error message that popped up on his phone as he fell asleep. Nor did he notice that his phone wasn’t plugged in.

****

(A week later. Name is 14 weeks along)

Stepping into the comfort of her home, (Name) let out a sigh of relief. It had been nerve-wracking, going to the clinic alone. She threw her purse onto her couch, plopping down next to it. Glancing down at her phone, she realized she had probably an hour before Kuroo would be coming over. At the thought of her friend, her heart skipped a beat. A hand settled on her stomach again as she slipped in her thoughts. Feeling the bump, seeing the doctor….it was all so real. She really was having a baby. She was having Bokuto’s baby. Her fingers played with her phone. Should she…? A thumb hovered over his contact. (Name) gnawed on her bottom lip. She tapped on their messages.

Last message sent:

[Name]: Hi baby! I hope you’re having fun at your training camps 💞 Don’t forget to eat and drink water. I love you. Read: 1 month ago.

(Name) shook her head. There was no point in texting him if he wasn’t going to respond to her. She sighed, startled out of her thoughts as her stomach gurgled. “Ooh, I’m sorry baby. Gimme a sec.” She stood up, making her way to her kitchen. Opening the door to her fridge, she was greeted to the sight of prepared bentos. “Oh, Kuroo,” she sighed affectionately, taking the top box out. A sticky note was tacked onto it. ‘Figured you might be too busy to make food. Enjoy! -Kuroo’. Popping the lid open, she was greeted to rice, a fried egg, sliced chicken breast, and spinach. Placing it in the microwave, she pulled out her phone to send a text.

[Name]: Thank you for the bentos! It looks delicious

Rooster-head: Anything for you, dear 😼 See you soon!

The microwave beeped, calling her attention. She sat at her table, whispering a quick, “thank you for the meal,” before she started scrolling through social media. As she placed the empty container into the sink, there was a knock at the door. Briskly patting her hands dry on the towel, she opened the door.

“Howdy-do!”

She rolled her eyes. “Hello to you too Kuroo. Do you have any other weird greetings for me?” He shrugged off his coat, throwing it over the back of the couch.

“I’m sorry, is ‘Honey, I’m home!’ more appropriate for you, princess?”

“You’re insufferable.” He cackled, pulling her into a hug.

“Eh, but you love me.”

“Do I really though?” She dead-panned, gently pushing him off. “Thanks for coming over, I really appreciate all the help you’ve been giving me.” He let her go, taking a step back.

Kuroo cracked his knuckles. “Don’t sweat it, I offered. Now, is everything already in the room?”

“Yeah, I just need to get some last bits of furniture, and then it’ll be all set.”

“Let’s get to painting then!” She stepped into the secondary bedroom, revealing a cloth-covered floor. “What color did you pick out?”

(Name) popped open the lid for the bucket. “I liked this blue-grey colour. Figured I wanted something gender neutral.”

“Makes sense.” He surveyed the walls. “Are you going to do a mural or something on the wall too?” Kuroo bent down, pouring a bit of paint into the tray.

“Maybe? Might have to ask someone who’s more artistically inclined.” A hum in response.

“How was the appointment, by the way?”

She put her hair in a bun, pulling on a pair of stained overalls. “Good! The doctor just told me to have more DHA, protein, and to make sure to get sufficient rest.”

“I told you that you needed more docosahexaenoic acid.”

“Like I said, insufferable.” They stared at each other before bursting into laughter.

Kuroo clapped his hands, rolling his shoulders back. “Well, the paint isn’t gonna get on the walls itself.” They rolled up their sleeves. “Let’s get to it.” The next hour was filled with laughter, their favorite songs blaring from the Bluetooth speakers that (Name) brought in. Just as they were about to jump into the chorus of (favorite song), the music died out and was replaced by a ringing noise. She raised a brow, laying the paint brush against the lid as she went to her phone. Her heart skipped a beat. Was it Bokuto? (Name) answered, taking the call off of Bluetooth.

“Hello, is this (L. Name, Name)?”

Her brow furrowed. “Yes, this is she.”

“Excellent! My name is Kirishima Kayda, I’m with the Tokyo Office of Sports Medicine. I’m calling about the resume you submitted recently. Will you be free for an interview next week?”

Her eyes widened, and she started smacking Kuroo’s arms as she bounced with excitement. “Oh my gosh, hi Ms. Kirishima, yes! I have open availability next week. When would you like me to come in?”

“How about Tuesday at 10 A.M.? I will send you an email with the interview confirmation and all other information you’ll need.”

“That sounds wonderful, thank you so much for your time.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll see you next week!”

“What was that about?” Kuroo asked as she pulled the phone away from her ear.

“I just got an interview with the Tokyo Office of Sports Medicine!” She squealed, glowing with excitement.

“Ooh, I’m so excited for you! Congratulations, kitten.” Kuroo pulled her into a hug, causing her to whine as splatters of paint transferred onto her clothes. “Now, help me finish getting this room ready.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she pouted, tucking her phone back into her overalls. After tucking some strands of hair back into the bun, she grabbed one of the brushes, flicking paint at the tall male.

“Oi!”

She giggled, ducking under his arms as he attempted to send a glob of paint at her. They began running around the room. More paint ended up on them rather than the actual walls as they played like children.

****

“Not that I care, but why the hell have you been checking your phone so much?” Bokuto jumped, his phone flying out of his hand and skidding across the ground. Sakusa stood in front of him, his arms in his pockets.

“No reason!” Bokuto replied nervously, running over to pick his phone up. He winced at the cracked screen. “Aw man,” he whined. Bokuto had already been having issues with his phone for the past week or so.

“Serves you right,” Sakusa rolled his eyes. “C’mon, we’re supposed to be practicing.” Bokuto let out a soft sigh as he walked back to his bag. Sakusa turned, heading towards the court while Bokuto dropped his phone into his bag. No new notifications. Every opportunity he had, he was racing back to his phone. No new notifications.

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tarithenurse · 4 years

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Nightingale - 13

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC Contents: Fluff, angst, mystery, suspense, pining, etc. A/N: I have no regrets. As usual, ASK or REBLOG for tag!

Ch. 13

Another nighttime encounter with Mei spent simply wandering through the forest until they plop down on the cool moss, for once close enough that their knees touch and the white-haired jōnin smiles as he notices there’s no flinching, no tension taking over her body at the contact. Instead she simply starts to braid her hair while the friendly banter continues. Soon, a thick braid coils over her shoulder as she ties it off.

Girly. It’s not the right word, but whatever he’d call it Kakashi likes what he sees, adores the contrast to the neutrally black, practical clothes it creates. She’s beautiful. Obviously, he has known it for a while but this is the first time he really takes his time to let it sink in as he studies the features he’s come to see in his sleep. A perky nose. Dark, soulful eyes. Soft-looking lips.

She’s missed a strand and he reaches out to tug it into the braid. “Forgot some.”

Her hair is as delicate as the few strands on the stone flute hints and smooth against his fingertips. It’s a different kind of smooth compared to her skin when he leans in to press his nose against her cheek.

“’Kashi...” she whispers.

He knows it’s a halfhearted, broken request for him to stop. “Tell me you don’t feel it. If it’s just me then...then...” he whispers against her ear before brushing his lips against the blush spreading over Mei’s cheekbone.

“I never meant for this.” There’s a quiver in her voice mixing with the urgency similar to the few occasions when she’s turned down any advances. “What we feel is -”

We. What we feel is right. “I refuse to believe it’s wrong,” Kakashi promises, both hands gently cupping her face so he can lean in and plant a soft kiss on that perfect nose, “it can’t be.”

His heart and lungs feel petrified when he presses his lips against hers – his mystery girl – but they spring back to life at the sensation that she is reciprocating, the willingness of her mouth filling him with something akin to the lightning energy from his chidori and spurring him on to lean closer. She doesn’t object, doesn’t push when her hands land on his shoulder and chest. A sigh escapes her like the fluff of a dandelion carried off by the breeze and it’s the prettiest sound Kakashi has ever heard.

“Mmnno!” Mei must have snapped back to reality because she pulls away. “No. No, you don’t...you shouldn’t...”

The jōnin would do anything to stop the quiver of her bottom lip. “We’ve all done questionable things, Mei-chan, whatever it is you’re hiding -”

“You say that but that’s because you don’t know.”

It would be easier if she was yelling. Rage would be simpler than the all-consuming resignation in her voice because there’s nothing he can do in the moment to soothe it. Yes, she allows him to cup her face again and even leans into the touch...but she might as well have been at the other side of the world and alone with those tears threatening to fall.

“Then help me understand. Please...please...”

What could have been a growing protest is bit back, her teeth digging into plumpness as she bows her head in defeat. The stray lock from earlier comes loose again, adding a hint of colour to the paling face.

“Hatake Kakashi.” Looking up, the gaze in the dark eyes hardens. “I never meant to put you in this situation. I will explain...but not here. Not like this.” A shivering sigh adds a moment for Mei to seemingly pull her thoughts together. “You shouldn’t hear my...my story as the first one. And not alone. If you bring me before the Hokage, the council...do that, ensure I’m bound tightly and that my belongings are brought...then yes, I’ll explain it all.”

What?! “You can’t be -” looking at her, though, he realizes none of the mentioned requirements are debatable -“...any other demands?”

Shaking her head, she stands to slowly lead the way back to town.

...

It’s both the longest and the shortest walk in the jōnin's memory. The awkwardness is deafening, foreboding. When the two reach the gates to the Academy, Kakashi begins to follow through on the requests by sending a chunin off to fetch the mysterious woman’s backpack – apparently she has been lodging above the bakery just a handful of streets away.

At the doors to the council chambers, they encounter Anko and Hamaki, and the former scurries off to fetch the Hokage without protests, leaving Hamaki behind confused and perplexed by the request of getting two lengths of rope.

It’s a relief when the doors close behind them, confining them to the room. “Is this really necessary?”

“Yes.” Mei disarms before turning to face him. “Would you kindly verify that I’m unarmed now?”

He does. The kind of task is far from new and his hands flow along the usual routes of the body and limbs without finding anything except a new urge to hold her. Perhaps the search could be more thorough, still: she accepts it and kneels where he points to just in time for Hamaki’s return with rope in hand (which is new) and a worried expression (which already was there).

“Mei...?” Kakashi tries without really hoping.

She’s grasped each lower arm with the opposite hand behind the back and patiently holds still as the white-haired jōnin sets to work. The hempen fibres are rough against his palm but even if he didn’t have the calluses, he wouldn’t have noticed...just like he stubbornly refuses to see how her chest is pushed forward by the position because this is not the time.

“You uhm gonna explain?” Hamaki tries.

Blue hair strands dance on Kakashi’s sigh. “Like this, with the Hokage present, it’s the only way she’ll say who she is.”

“...’kay.” The confused man gives it some consideration for a moment while his friend finishes by tying the ankles tightly together with the same rope. “Gotta ask, though....where’d you find her?”

I’m in so much trouble. Straightening up, Kakashi surveys his handiwork restraining arms and legs. At least that’s still as it should be. Following the instructions she gives, he makes a noose on the last coil of rope with a growing feeling of dread as if the hangman’s tool is meant for himself.

There’s no hate or fear in her eyes when she lifts her head. “I trust you.”

Great. Good for you. “Then...why?”

“You’ll understand soon.”

With Kakashi slipping the noose around her slender neck, it is no wonder that Sarutobi Hokage stops dead in his tracks at the sight that awaits him when he opens the door, accompanied by Anko, Asuma, and Raidō.

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ladyanput · 4 years

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Seeing Green Ch. 2

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"Am I being stupid with this?" Marinette stared at herself in the mirror, fretting over the grey knit dress she wore, nervously tugging it down lower on her stocking covered legs. Her gaze flickered down to Tikki casually sitting on the vanity table, nibbling on a cookie. "I mean, I just met him this morning, Tikki, and I'm going on a date with him tonight. What if he thinks I'm easy? That I'm some French floozy?"

"Marinette, this doesn't have to be a romantic date." Tikki flew up, slowly circling her Holder, before hovering before her face. She offered a kind smile. "This can be a date for you to get to know each other. And you can't get to know each other unless you spend time together, right?"

"You're right, I'm just overthinking things again." Marinette let out a small giggle, then took a seat at the vanity. She had chosen to let her hair loose, the dark waves reaching far past her shoulders, as she had decided to grow it out forever ago. She smiled at her reflection, then began painting her lips a soft pink colour, as Tikki returned to her cookie, munching happily. "He's not expecting anything, I'm sure. I.. I won't go further than a kiss. If he tries anything, I'll just drop him altogether."

"You're taking Eva's advice on dating again." Tikki giggled, watching Marinette pick up her signature purse, the kwami quickly flying inside. Marinette merely smiled in response, heading towards the elevators. As soon as she pressed the button, she heard a door open. She turned to see Alix stepping into the hall, frowning.

"You going on your date?" Alix sounded stiff, awkward when she spoke. Marinette merely blinked, and Alix's face reddened, and she crossed her arms. "Listen, just.. Don't let him get up to any funny business. I'm not.. I haven't been the greatest friend, I've been a real shitty one, but I still worry. I.. I know she's lying now. I should have before, but I was stupid."

"Alix, what.." Marinette shut her mouth as soon as she saw tears welling up in Alix's eyes, but she stubbornly refused to shed.

"I should have fucking known. I kinda did, but I didn't want to get in the middle of the shitshow, so I tried to stay neutral. But today, we left you behind in Gotham, a place that's really dangerous. And I'm sitting with Lila and Alya, listening about how you're mooching off this hot intern to make Adrien jealous, maybe get a threesome, and I'm just sitting there thinking 'aren't they worried about her? This is Gotham, the Joker and people are here. This isn't Paris, people get kidnapped and die here, and they stay dead, there's no Cure!'

"And I try and bring this up, and Alya has the fucking nerve to say that you deserve whatever you get, because you're a worse bully, have been ever since Chloe transferred to a different school. It.. It was a wake up call for me, Mari, and I realized how much I screwed up and that I was so horrible to you. We all have been. And I'm sorry, I really am.. And.. Please, be safe. I want you to come back safe."

"Alix..." Marinette stepped forward and hugged Alix tightly, surprising the girl. She felt tears in her eyes, and let them fall as she hugged Alix tightly. Something in her that had long since been locked away, came forth. "I am so happy to hear that. I... I've missed you. I miss all of you."

Marinette pulled away after a few minutes, wiped away the tears, and smiled brilliantly, a real smile.

"And don't worry, I can take care of myself. If he tries anything, I'll make sure he'll never walk right again." The fierce grin she gave caused Alix to burst into laughter.

"Not if I get to him first. He does anything funny, they'll never find the body!"

Both girls shared grins, once destroyed bridges finally beginning to mend.

…

When Marinette got down to the lobby, she felt a little better. It wasn't by much, but that bit certainly helped lift her mood. She smiled at the sight of Damian standing in the lobby. He was a really handsome guy. Tall, broad shoulders, dark messy hair, he even had muscle, muscle that could be well seen with the black turtleneck he wore.

In her unashamed ogling, she hadn't noticed that he was talking with someone. Or that that someone was Miss Bourbon, who did not seem impressed with whatever Damian was telling her.

Mari rushed over before the TA could scare her date away.

"Hello Miss Bourbon, I take it you're giving Damian a lecture." She spoke up, grinning when she saw pink dust the older woman's cheeks.

"Not a lecture. Just a warning that you're my student, and if anything happens to you, I'll bring the wrath of Hades down upon him." Eva grinned, and giggled with Mari, before turning back to Damian. "But in all seriousness, I want her back by nine o'clock sharp. We're going to Gotham City Park tomorrow for a picnic, and we don't want the students abandoning Marinette again."

"Completely understood." Damian gave her a small smile, then held out his arm for Marinette to take. Even Eva had to admit, Damian was an attractive man, not that she'd touch him. A twenty three year old should never go after a seventeen year old. Ever. "I will just be taking Marinette out for dinner, then I'll bring her straight back."

"Well, good.. I understand the whole… Young love thing, just don't go overboard, okay?" Eva found herself smiling at Damian, then gave Mari a wink. "An old lady like myself knows exactly how that type of thing can go badly."

"Bon soir, Evangeline. I'll bring you a piece of cheesecake, if they have any where we're eating at." Marinette assured her, before she was guided out of the building. They were greeted with the sight of a driver opening the door of a very expensive looking car for them. "Damian.. You… You have a personal driver?"

"It's not too much, is it? I just thought it would be easier to talk to you, if I didn't have any distractions." Damian gave an almost embarrassed smile, helping Marinette into the car, then sliding in after her. As their thighs pressed together, Marinette could feel the heat radiating off of him, and her heart began slowly picking up speed. "You know, your English is pretty good for someone from France."

"O-oh, thanks. Miss Evangeline is from Canada, she came to France to strengthen her French. So she helped me with English, while I helped her with French. A fair trade." Mari felt her cheeks go scarlet, trying to ignore the heat of him, of his charming smile. It should be illegal to look so good. "She.. She really cares, you know? Miss Bustier, she wants you to ignore what anyone does bad to you, she wants you to be an example to the bullies, to cause little fuss, just smile and be the bigger person."

"So, what you're telling me,is that you are being gaslighted by your teacher, you are being bullied by everyone in your class, and only a person from a different country believes you?" Damian's brows rose, and Marinette glanced down at her folded hands, then clenched them tightly to keep them from trembling. "Do you want me to kidnap you, so that you'll never have to deal with them again?"

"What? No, no, it's fine! I just have to deal with them until graduation. Besides, some of them are coming around." Marinette shook her head, Alix flashing in her mind, but she ignored it and smiled up at Damian once again. "Let's not talk about it, okay? I want to get to know you better. I like you Damian, but I don't really know anything about you. I don't even know your last name."

They shared a smile, and began to talk as they drove along the streets of Gotham. Marinette explaining how her parents were bakers, of her aspirations in fashion, meanwhile Damian went on about his father and brothers, though he was very careful not to mention his last name. He liked how Marinette looked at him. At him because he was Damian, not because he was Damian Wayne. He wasn't lying to her, but he wanted to keep that look, at least for tonight.

"I mean, life has been hectic, ever since the akuma attacks started a few years ago.." Marinette began, as the car slowed to a stop. Damian's brows drew together as he thought over her words.

"Akuma attacks? What's an akuma?"

"Master Damian, we have arrived." The driver spoke out, cutting off Marinette's attempts to respond. The two exchanged a glance before they climbed out of the car, standing before a small diner. Damian took Marinette's dainty hand into his massive one, and guided her inside.

When they stepped inside, Marinette decided it felt warm and comfy there. It was a quaint diner, a few people scattered here and there, enjoying warm meals. It was a relief, so see this, instead of some upscale restaurant where it would be so fancy, her head would spin. The smells of spices and something faintly citrusy filled the air, as a perky waitress guided the couple to a booth, then left them alone with their menus and ice water.

"Now.. Want to explain what an akuma is?" Damian glanced up, meeting Marinette's gaze. He noted out her hands tensed, gripping her menu tighter.

"You really don't know what an akuma is? But they've been terrorizing Paris for years, how can no one know about them?" Her voice became soft, hollow as she spoke, those blue eyes of hers seeming to close off their expressive nature. "How is that possible? Is that why.. Why the Justice League wouldn't come and help? Because they didn't think it was actually happening?"

"Marinette? Angel, are you alright?" Damian touched her hand, drawing Marinette from her odd trance she went under. She seemed a bit shaken, but forced a smile and returned to reading the menu. Damian took that as a sight to refrain from pushing the subject. So he gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and went back to look at his menu as well. Maybe chicken alfredo would be nice.

…

Chat Noir scowled as he watched the diner from across the street, perched on a building. He didn't like the guy Marinette was out with. He just didn't seem right. It's not because Adrien was jealous, not at all. Marinette was just a friend. Or would be a friend, if she'd stop trying to expose Lila. He didn't want to have to deal with Lila being akumatized. Again. For the tenth time.

He snarled when he watched Marinette blush, watched her and the intern guy laughed. He didn't miss the body language they had towards each other. Chat Noir tried to assure himself that it was only physical attraction. That when Mari saw passed the guy's shiny exterior, she'd see he's only after a quick fling with a cute girl from France.

A very cute girl. When he had seen Marinette step into the lobby, dressed up for a date, a part of him wanted to go over and take her on that date. Maybe convince her to wear her pigtails again, cut her hair again. He wanted her back to the way she was, before Lila, before that stupid miss Evangeline and her encouraging Marinette to stick up to herself, to rock the boat.

You never rock the fucking boat. Ever.

Chat Noir sat there for hours, scowling. He shouldn't be this hung up on a friend. He had His Lady afterall. His courageous, gorgeous Ladybug. She was waiting back for him in Paris. He had a new idea for trying to get a date with her. He was Chaos, she was Balance. They were meant to be, she just needed to realize it.

He was brought out of his daydreams of kissing Ladybug, stripping her out of her costume, but watching Marinette and Damian leaving the diner. He hated how cuddly they were. His claws dug into the stone of the ridge he was sitting on.

He followed the fancy car back to the hotel, watching as Damien walked Mari up to the doors of the hotel. His jaw clenched when Marinette kissed Damian on the cheek, leaving the guy looking dumbstruck as she practically flounced into the hotel, like she was floating on air.

Fury curled in Chat's gut and he launched himself onto the roof that was opposite of Marinette's room. He had to warn his princess, he couldn't let her get hurt, not by some sleazy rich guy she barely knew.

And he sat there, watching her enter her room, opening her purse, and his heart stopped. The flying red kwami had bolted from the purse and flying around Marinette, the two obviously in quite giddy conversation.

And it clicked.

Marinette… Was Ladybug. His Princess was his Lady. And everything in the past made so much more sense. He grinned, realizing now why he was so protective of Marinette. Soulmates knew each other outside of the masks, so that's why he knew her, but didn't realize it.

So Chat sat there, grinning, as Marinette stripped off her knit dress, taking in her beauty. She had grown such beautiful curves over the past few years, she had such pretty skin. When she unhooked her bra, he purred, already lost in a daydream of him being in that room with her, carefully caressing her and making her his. And he could practically taste the salt on her skin, as she whispered his name. His green eyes stayed transfixed on her, as she stripped before his eyes.

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sariahsue · 4 years

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The Open Line - Ch 32, The End

Read Chapter 1 here Read Chapter 31 here

It was Friday. Their one week anniversary. Seven days since getting together. The ending of the best week of Adrien's life. And he was in Marinette's bedroom, enveloped in pink and fabric and the smell of cookies, spinning on her desk chair as she redecorated.

He'd spent every spare moment this week with her, getting to know her as one whole instead of two halves, piecing together everything he'd ever known about his partner and his classmate into one amazing person. It was easy now, seeing them as one, finding Ladybug's grace in Marinette and Marinette's passion in Ladybug.

Last Saturday, the first time he'd come by, he was delighted to see dozens of pictures of Cat Noir staring back at him. His girlfriend (his girlfriend!) had kissed him mercilessly to stop the flow of teasing, and when that hadn't worked, she'd asked him how much Ladybug merchandise he had stashed away in his room. That had.

Today, her walls had been bared and re-covered. Piles of his pictures were stacked in a neat line across her desk – pictures from photo shoots, magazines, news reports, and some she'd taken herself. Pictures of Adrien and pictures of Cat Noir. Evidence that she wanted a constant reminder of his existence, which made him smile.

There were so many pictures, and he wasn't sure where they'd all come from. The printer hummed in the background, printing off more images of the super duo together, the only category that was lacking. Soon, there would be more pictures of him on her walls than pink, and that was saying something.

On the other side of the room, Marinette pushed her dress form aside to reveal one of the few remaining bare patches. He watched as she held up two more pictures against the wall, then switched their position and nodded.

"Could you hand me more of that tacky stuff, Kitten?"

Adrien rolled himself over to her, holding out his bounty proudly. "You want some help?"

"I've got it handled," she said, bending over and brushing his hair out of the way to she could give him a quick peck on the forehead. "But thanks for volunteering."

Marinette turned to attack the naked wall, and Adrien was left to slowly roll himself back to his designated spot. He watched her work the whole way, until his chair smashed into the desk and one of the picture piles spilled into the floor.

"Sorry, sorry!" He scrambled to pick them up. Thankfully, he'd only knocked over the smallest one, the last in the line.

"Did you just crash because you were staring at me again?" Marinette asked without turning around.

Adrien cleared his throat and shuffled the pictures loudly to fill up the silence. Marinette chuckled.

He was going to stack them back neatly for her, but as he thumbed through the pictures, his breath caught. Their very first kiss, during the fight with Dark Cupid. The one Tom snuck a photo of two days ago. The one Alya had insisted on taking when they first told her they were together. (Marinette had snuck a kiss on his cheek just as the shutter closed.)

The first paparazzi photo of Ladybug and Cat Noir kissing. Rumors had been swirling for a whole 24 hours before reporters had managed to corner them. To answer, Ladybug had dipped him in front of a dozen cameras – and then had to hold him up to hide that his knees had gone weak.

At the bottom of the pile was the one he'd taken so long ago. They were in each others' arms in front of park fountain after spending hours just talking. The peace he'd felt that night was evident across his face, and the echo of it was still strong enough to slow down his awareness of the present, while the image of Ladybug held his attention.

Ladybug, who he could clearly see as Marinette. Ladybug, wearing her widest, most beautiful smile. Ladybug, who let herself be nestled into his arms, eyes bright, moonlight in her hair. It had been the first time they'd stayed out that late together. The first time his flirting had made her blush.

Joy was radiating off her face.

She had that look a lot now, and he was humbled that he was part of the reason, then and now.

He knew she'd had the picture up next to her bed at one point, but here it was, corners curling, removed from its special spot and at the bottom of the smallest pile. The pile at the very edge of her desk, the very last stack of pictures she was planning to put up.

As an afterthought? If she had room? Why leave them for the end? Niggling doubts told him that it was because she didn't like them as much, that she was only including them because she thought he expected her to include them and she could live without having them.

Adrien put the pile down gently, taking his time to square up the corners, then slowly lowered himself back into the chair and pushed himself away from them before he continued his twirl.

He was being stupid. This was her room. She could decorate it however she wanted. His thoughts spiraled with him as he spun in her chair and stared at the ceiling. Who was he to tell her which pictures he wanted up? What right did he have to be so demanding and needy?

Soft footsteps were the only warning he had before his knee hit her leg and sent his spin drifting in the other direction. Marinette had entered his space, and she was decorated with a frown and crossed arms.

"Okay," she said. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Adrien forced a perky smile.

Marinette put her hands on her hips, unimpressed.

"Really." He shrank back into the chair. "Everything's fine. Just…" Looking around the room didn't give him any inspiration for what he "just" was. "Just waiting for you to finish."

That was true. He was waiting for her to finish. And nothing was wrong. The pictures shouldn't be a big deal. They were just decoration, and he knew that she loved him. It didn't mean anything.

Marinette hesitated, her eyes flickering from his face to his hunched shoulders. Adrien strained to relax them but only made himself sink lower into the chair.

"Okay, if you insist," she said, shrugging and turning away from him. "I'm going to trust that you're being honest with me."

His guilt only let her get two steps away before it forced him to say, "Wait."

She turned back to him, looking down on him where he sat, expecting him to tell her something important – that was worth being bothered about – and Adrien wanted to swallow his words. This was so stupid.

"Hey. Look at me." Marinette's padded toward him in pink socks, but didn't stop when she reached his chair. Instead, he stared at her knees as she settled her weight on his lap and took his face in her hands.

"Please forget it," he said, counting her freckles instead of looking in her eyes. "It's dumb."

"That's fine," she promised. "But you aren't dumb for being upset."

Marinette's hands, warm and reassuring, never left his face as she waited. She wouldn't have asked if she didn't want to know, he reasoned. It was okay to ask for things like this. If his request was over the line, she could say no. There really was no excuse not to. So why was getting the words out so difficult? She wasn't like that.

Marinette's thumb idly brushing over his lips was so distracting that he almost missed the tiny shifts of her weight on his lap, the twitches of her feet, how her breathing was slightly uneven. She was nervous. And that was finally what broke him.

Here she was, thinking she'd done something to upset him, and trying to coax it out of him anyway. She really was too good for him.

Her shirt was soft under his palms as he slipped his hands around her waist to keep her steady and then rolled them back toward her desk. Marinette pulled her hands away from his face to grip his shoulders and leaned into him to keep her balance, though he never would have let her fall.

"Could you…" The pictures nearly slipped through his shaking fingers as he picked them up off the table and handed them to her. "Could you put these ones up? Please?"

"Why?" Marinette kept her face blank, free of the judgement or surprise or annoyance or whatever it was she was feeling, and that was almost worse somehow. There was no way to tell what she thought of the request. But she was waiting for him to finish, so he did.

"Because I love them," he said, fingers running over the picture of her lips while they itched to touch her real ones. "And I love you. And I want you to remember that I love you, even when I'm not around."

Marinette's shoulders relaxed, and she shifted in his lap again, getting comfortable. "What made you think I wasn't going to put them up?"

Adrien shrugged, letting his gaze drop from her face back to his fingers. It had been a stupid question after all. She wouldn't have put the pile on her desk if she hadn't been planning on-

"Haven't you ever heard of 'saving the best for last'?" Marinette placed one strong fingertip against the hollow of his throat and slid it up his neck to the point of his chin, forcing his face up to hers. She smiled as she kissed him. "Thank you for being honest."

Before he could grip her tighter and pull her in for another kiss, she scooted off his lap, pictures in hand. "This pile happens to be my favorite, and I was planning-" she pointed up above them, "-on putting them around my bed. What do you think?"

There was no way. It couldn't be this easy, could it? Hesitant happiness started to seep in, filling some his cracks of doubt.

"I love it," Adrien said, standing up. The walls around her loft were bare, except for one sparkle of light: the necklace he'd given her.

"So which one's your favorite?"

"It's your room," Adrien said. "Put them up how you want."

Marinette started to climb the ladder, taking her time, stopping at the top to stare down at him. "Want to help me?"

"I thought you said you didn't need any." He started climbing anyway. His girlfriend (his girlfriend!) and her adorable smile beckoned to him.

"Trust me," she said, pulling him up the last two rungs. "I'm an expert at sticking your picture to walls. But I still want your help."

He'd never been invited up here before. This was completely new territory. Unsure of what to do, Adrien knelt at the foot of her bed, knees dimpling the blanket. There wasn't a whole lot he could do. Marinette clutched all the pictures to herself.

And then she held them out to him, and he crawled over to grab them.

"Which one should I put here?" she asked as soon as he'd taken the pile from her. Her palm spread flat across her ceiling, right above her pillow.

"Why start there?" There was so much space on her walls.

Marinette smiled at him. "Because I want you to be the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see every night."

Wordlessly, Adrien fumbled through the pictures until he found his favorite. That night in front of a sparkling fountain, when she'd snuggled up to him for the sake of a picture, the night he first began to think he had a chance.

The stack of pictures disappeared in a matter of minutes, transforming into the best wallpaper Adrien had ever seen. Marinette leaned back against her pillows when they were finished, then held out her arms open for him. Adrien wasted no time in leaning into her, letting her support his weight as his insecurities melted.

Eyes closed, he rested his face in her neck. His scalp buzzed as she ran her fingers through his hair, down to his nape, up around his ear. A tightness in his chest he didn't even know was there loosened as she held him. His favorite place. This was his favorite place to be. And was that smell vanilla frosting?

"I think it looks good, don't you?" she finally said.

"Mmm." He pushed his nose into her neck to smell the vanilla again.

"Hey. You feel better?"

Adrien lifted himself up just enough to look her in the eye, letting his face hang close to hers. Kissing distance. His favorite second place to be. "A lot."

"And all you had to do was ask."

"That's all, huh? Because I have another question." He dipped in lower, tilting his head, letting his nose brush her cheek.

"You already know that answer." Marinette's mouth rose up to meet him.

The End

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Author's note: WOO! Thank you for reading! I think this is now officially my longest fanfic, so thanks for coming along for the ride! (Even if it took a super long time. Ha.)

If you liked this, you might also like my other Miraculous fics, which you can find here. They're mostly one-shots, but there are a few longer ones, too. Or you can check out everything I have coming up here.

I'm *finally* going to get back to "A Cat of Their Own." I promise!

Thanks again!

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We're going to play a game of written hot potato! Dozens of your favorite authors will take turns telling this story. Each writer will craft a chapter (with no prior planning) and then "toss" the story to the next person to continue the tale. No one knows what will happen, so expect the unexpected! Follow the “vmhq presents” and “murder we wrote” tags for all the installments, or read the story as it develops on AO3. — Chapter One of MURDER, WE WROTE is written by @susanmichelin (a/k/a CMackenzie).

And stay tuned next week for Ch.2 from @nearfantastica - tag, you’re it! -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

CHAPTER ONE by CMackenzie

“Welcome aboard!” The captain of the luxury trawler, ominously named Irish Wake, greeted them on the dock with individual thermoses of hot cocoa, and dire predictions about the weather. “There’s a snow squall coming so we best be on our way– you’re my last two passengers for the night.”

Veronica managed to contain her eye roll- barely. This was going to be a very long weekend if all she had to look forward to were predictable ‘it was a dark and stormy night’ cliches. How Wallace had convinced her to make this trip North was still unclear. “Why are we doing this again?”

“Because I’m tired of watching you mope.” Wallace, following the captain’s orders, headed below deck to the saloon. It was paneled in teak and outfitted with leather banquettes and an actual, working fireplace. Wallace dropped onto the bench, leaving the seat closest to the fire for Veronica, and tugged off his gloves.

“I’ve only been home for THREE days,” Veronica said, reluctantly joining him on the sofa. She loosened her jacket and stared morosely through the windows at the gray water.

“Exactly. Three days of unwashed you walking around in a robe, wearing a sad face, and acting more pathetic than Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree. I will not spend the rest of winter break listening to you sing Unbreak My Heart.”

“As if.” She leveled Wallace with a hard look. “And for the record, my heart’s NOT broken.”

“Sure, V.” Unfazed, he pulled out the multi-page invitation for this party and started reading. “The island has its own pond for ice skating, and there are--”

“Hello? Grew up in Southern California, I don’t skate.”

“You don’t surf either, so what’s your point?” He waved the expensive vellum invite at her. “They have snowmobiles, a heated pool, an extensive library, a wine cellar--”

“What no conservatory and billiard room?”

“Plus,” he continued, undeterred. “There’s a murder mystery for you to solve. You can show off your detective prowess, while I play your devastatingly handsome side--”

“Devastatingly handsome?”

“The Watson to your Holmes.”

“This is more Christie than Doyle-- And Then There Were None ring any bells? Do you even know who owns this mansion?” Her best friend was being VERY cagey about this entire weekend. “And why were we invited?”

“WE weren’t invited, I was, and you’re my plus-one.”

“So why were YOU invited? Since when do you have rich friends who can throw Gatsby-like part—” Veronica’s eyes widened as realization dawned. “NO, absolutely not, I’m not going to be trapped on an island with HIM.”

“Totally over him, my ass,” Wallace muttered, shaking his head. “You know Logan Echolls isn’t the only rich guy in the world, right?”

Veronica humphed. She could count on one hand—on one FINGER—the amount of wealthy people Wallace knew well enough he’d consider traveling to this desolate place, and risk incurring Veronica’s wrath.

There was NO WAY she was staying. She rebuttoned her jacket, and folded her arms across her chest. As soon as they docked, she’d make the captain return her to the mainland. If Logan… Veronica frowned. “Let me see that invitation.”

“I thought you weren’t interested?”

“I’m not.” But her curiosity was getting the better of her. There was just no way Logan Echolls would throw a lame THEME party.

She held out her hand, and Wallace hesitated, staring at the card like he was trying to come up with a good reason to say no; but when none materialized, he relented, and passed it to her.

This time Veronica didn’t hold back the eye roll. The first line read: ‘Mistress X’ (Seriously? What is she, a porn star?) ‘cordially invites you to a mysterious good time.’ As far as Veronica could tell, the only ‘mystery’ was the identity of their hostess (and why she loved stale cliches). And maybe-- “Who else will be there?”

Wallace shrugged. “It’s a party, Veronica. Did you forget how those work? We eat, drink, and have fun- the only mystery for you to solve is a fake one.”

Sorry, BFF, but you’re wrong-- there was NO mystery solving in her future, fake or otherwise. Even if her curiosity was demanding to be satisfied, she would NOT be staying on this island, which is exactly what she told the captain after he docked the boat, and she scrambled topside.

“We need to go back to the mainland.”

The man continued to wind the dock line around a cleat in a tight, figure-eight pattern, ignoring her demand. Or maybe he just didn’t hear it? Frigid January air howled around them and buffeted the sides of the boat, making it thump against the wood pilings. Veronica tried again, a little louder. “You have to take me back to shore.”

“Sorry miss, no can do,” he said, shaking his head. “They’ve upgraded the storm to include white-out conditions and at least a foot of heavy snow.” He stopped adjusting the boat fenders long enough to squint uphill at the imposing limestone mansion. “I just hope you kids will be safe up there all alone.”

Veronica followed his gaze. Copper-trimmed windows glowed from inside, and several chimneys dotted the black slate roof, all of them puffing billows of gray smoke into the night sky. It was both inviting and foreboding. She shook off the ridiculous thought, stomping the cold from her feet and shoving gloved hands into her parka. “Aren’t you returning to Rollins?”

“‘fraid not; I’m gonna have to hunker down in the caretaker’s cottage till the storm passes. ” The captain glanced at Wallace who was still standing on the boat, luggage at his feet. “Let me help you with those bags, son.”

“We good, V?”

“It’s not like I have a choice.” Too bad she hadn’t paid more attention to Duncan when he’d tried to teach her how to sail, then she could take the—skiff? Scow? Sloop?—berthed next to Irish Wake, and make her own way home. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Without waiting, she left him to carry both duffels, and marched toward the house. Wallace stopped her at the front door. “Uh, Veronica, before we go in, you should know there’s a story to follow.”

“Say what now? A story?”

“Yeah, for the mystery. It’s called Murder at the High School Reunion.” He dropped the bags, and withdrew a blood-red envelope from his coat pocket. “You’re supposed to be Enid Curtis,” he added, handing her the sealed letter.

Veronica groaned. As if this wasn’t bad enough, now she had to be called Enid AND attend a pretend reunion. She ripped open the character summary.

Enid Curtis was the high school outcast. She couldn’t wait for senior year to be over so she could escape her hometown. Immediately after graduating, she fled to New York and became a successful lawyer, but she never got over her one true love, Mason. Enid is attending this weekend in the hopes of rekindling their relationship, but a dark secret—

“You are so going to owe me for doing this,” Veronica said, skimming the rest of the contents to confirm she wasn’t the killer. “I’m thinking YOU will be the one driving to Stanford every single weekend from now until the time I graduate.”

“Haven’t I been doing that?”

“Yes, but now you’ll do it without complaint.” She shoved the red card into her messenger bag. Depending on how many guests and bedrooms, she could have this solved in under an hour. All she needed was to search everyone’s things to read their dossiers. “So which high-school stereotype are you? Wait, let me guess-- class president? Teacher’s pet? No, no, I’ve got it, you’re the new transfer student!”

“You disappoint me,” Wallace said with a sad head shake. “Obviously, I’m the lovable jock- Brady Huddle.”

“Bad puns too? Could this weekend get any worse?” She entered the house and got her answer-- yes, it could. In fact, the party completely bypassed ‘worse’ and went straight to intolerable as she crossed the threshold into the living room. Dick Casablancas was behind the bar (natch), pouring a liberal amount of vodka in a collins glass. A probably-tipsy Gia, who was draped over Luke Haldeman, giggled at Dick, and Veronica’s eye twitched. Hell. I’m in hell.

She scanned the rest of the room, searching faces. Very familiar faces.

Cole was lounging on a leather Chesterfield the color of old parchment, his arms spread across its back like he was trying to redeem the lost souls of Rio, and blathering on about the Ivy Club at Princeton. Listening to him with rapt attention was Kimmy, who looked eerily like a dead Meg. Obviously she was still going to Fantastic Sam’s with Meg’s picture (and maybe even a trip, or ten, to Dr. Griffith’s office).

Floor-to-ceiling windows lined the far wall and in front of them stood Carrie Bishop, sipping a white frothy confection from a punch cup. Her bored expression was reflected in the darkened panes as she absently nodded at Susan Knight.

“Who’s the girl about to be swallowed by the fireplace?” The carved-limestone monster was massive. Its mantle towered over the unknown brunette’s head and the firebox was tall enough for a man to stand inside.

“That’s Alexis Link,” Wallace said, wearing the same moony expression from senior year when he pined after the perky cheerleader. His sudden interest in this party now made sense.

“Don’t even think about leav—” The warning was too late. Wallace was already on the move. She sighed. If the weather wasn’t clear by tomorrow morning, she was going to need a new escape plan.

Someone playfully bumped her elbow, and a frisson of excitement shot down her spine. Please let it be, Logan. Her eyes flew to the window to see the person behind her, and she had to fight to control her disappointment when she identified Casey Gant.

“Welcome to Whispering Rock, Veronica.” He jutted his chin toward the non-existent view. “It’s not much to look at right now, but during the day it’s pretty impressive-- a pond, trees, mountains.”

“Is this your house?”

“God no, it’s way too rural for my parents. I think my mother might literally die if she was this far away from civilization… and a Starbucks.” He smiled. “I got here early and went skating with Susan.”

Veronica nodded, then schooled her features into a mask of disinterest. “So is this everybody?”

“You and…”—not remembering Wallace’s name, he skipped right over it—“...were the last to arrive.”

“Oh.” Any interest she may have had completely evaporated. What was the point without Logan? Could she swim back to shore? Throw herself into the freezing water and hope for the sweet escape of death by exposure? “Guess I’ll go find my room.”

“Do you want me to get one of the maids to bring your stuff up?” Casey glanced at the lone duffel at her feet. “Or did the butler already take your bags?”

“Veronica travels light.”

Logan. She whirled around to face him. It had been over seven months since she’d seen him last (seven months, nine days, and five hours, give or take) and she deserved a little ogling time. She drank in the visual. His hair was shorter, his shoulders a little broader, and his arms… woof.

Her head tilted. “Hey.”

His smile was slow. “Hey.”

Her fingers itched to touch him. To reassure herself he was actually here. Missing him these past months at Stanford had been a physical thing. Before she did something foolish, she tore her eyes away, and leaned down to grab her bag. Straightening, she blurted, “Are you Mason?”

“Echolls. Logan Echolls.” He pulled a mock-sad face. “Have you forgotten me already?”

As if. She was never going to forget him. Or get over him. Or move past him. She knew this. Even if she’d never tell him. “I meant your character.”

“Shouldn’t you know? I mean I am your great love.”

“True love.” She frowned. “And Mason is Enid’s true love.”

“Tomato, to-mah-to.... But I am surprised you had to ask. Haven’t you already searched everyone’s rooms, or were you going to do that next?”

She flushed at how quickly he’d guessed her strategy. Was there such a thing as knowing someone too well? “Says the original snoop.”

“Takes one to know one.” His hand closed over hers and he took hold of her bag. “I’ll show you to your room-- it’s right next to mine-- and I can tell you about the other players.”

Logan took a step toward the stairs and the lights went out. A scream pierced the sudden silence. Veronica identified the direction of the ear-splitting sound (near the windows) and her head swiveled in that direction. It was too dark to identify the person (her guess was Susan), but the cause of her fright was plain to see.

With the darkness inside the house equal to the night sky, the view through the windows had changed. Moonlight and a battery-powered lantern illuminated the pond. A body lay in the center of the ice, still and unmoving.

“The game is afoot,” Logan whispered near her ear.

“Who’s the dead dude?” Dick asked, as he passed in front of the dim-glow of the dying fire to move closer to the windows. “We’re all in here.”

“Maybe it’s one of the staff?” The suggestion came from the vicinity of the bar; Veronica guessed the speaker as Gia.

“That’s lame.”

Veronica was forced to agree with Dick. It was lame. Why bother to set up all the backstories and character histories if you weren’t going to use them for the plot? She unsnapped the front pocket of her messenger bag and withdrew two LED flashlights. After clicking on hers, she passed the other to Logan. “Guess we’d better go take a look.”

A smile flirted across his lips as he took the Maglite and tipped his head towards the door. “Lead the way.”

Wind whipped through the entrance, tearing the knob from Veronica’s grip and pushing the door wide. Logan caught it mid-swing before it hit the wall and held it for her. Obviously the captain’s weather report wasn’t just part of the story. Heavy snow was beginning to fall and a thin shroud of white already covered the ground.

Veronica slowed her pace, taking tiny steps across the slick flagstone to the lawn. Icy flakes pelted her face, stinging her cheeks and making her eyes tear. A wide path was cut through the center of the grass leading directly to the water’s edge.

They trudged along. Each slippery step treacherous as the snow continued to build. Veronica kept her eyes focused ahead. The body on the pond had yet to move. Its stillness rang warning bells in her brain. It was too cold out here for a partygoer, or even an actor, to remain that motionless.

She stopped on the berm and glanced over her shoulder. Everyone had grabbed coats to follow her and Logan outside. All of them still believed this was a game. “I think you need to stay here,” she shouted over the wind. “And I’ll go—”

“Steal all the clues?” Cole scoffed. “We should all go examine the body.” He moved around her and took a step onto the ice.

Logan angled the light to see Veronica’s face and frowned. His gaze slid toward the body. “Let me go first,” he said, brandishing the flashlight in Cole’s direction. “No sense for us to be wandering around in the dark.” He enveloped Veronica’s hand in his. “Ready?”

Together they started across the frozen pond, inching closer to the body. It was bathed in light from a camping lantern. The green lamp was on its side in a puddle of red.

Blood.

Veronica tightened her grip on Logan’s fingers when she saw the face of the corpse. A bloodied ice skate was near the top of his head, and a deep gash ran across his neck.

“Nice makeup job, dude.”

“I don’t think that’s makeup, Dick.” Logan played his flashlight over the scene. There wasn’t much to see.

“Hey, that’s my stalker from senior year- Leo somebody,” Gia gushed. “Well, he wasn’t like, you know, an actual stalker, stalker, but he followed me around, and I definitely think I was his type.”

“Young?” Carrie said, without any trace of humor.

Veronica didn’t have any doubt, but she needed to be sure. She let go of Logan’s hand and used her teeth to pull off her glove. Gingerly, she stepped closer to the body. Careful to avoid the blood, she bent down and felt Leo’s wrist for a pulse. “He’s dead.”

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