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aetheternity · 3 years

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I have a request

Levi's wife y/n and 4 or 5 year old son get kidnapped by kenny and the military police. They get taken to the crystal cave with eren and historia. So when levi comes to save them he is livid and is quickly taking down every mp in his way. Luckily both y/n and her son make it out safely with levi and his squad.

Levi, y/n, and their son have a soft moment and they all hug and give kisses 😚😚😚 and day squad teases them

(I added my own little spin to this where Y/N is playfully argumentative and sometimes wild with Levi. Hope that's ok! I also thought it would be cute if Levi and Y/N’s son was named after Levi’s late friend Farlen.)

"We have more than just Historia and Eren now." Levi grunted, facing Hange. "My son and Y/N were taken as well."

"We can't wait then. We'll leave as soon as possible."

Levi squeezed the paper Hange had given him earlier in his grasp as his squad whooped and hollered behind him. Kenny probably wouldn't kill them, they were insurance after all. Which was that much worse for Levi.

He already knew if he didn't manage to calm himself before they got to Kenny he would lash out recklessly. The one thing he'd told his wife and son to never allow themselves to do.

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"Oi." Levi stepped closer, concern etched onto his face. His eyebrows scrunched where he looked into his wife's eyes. "If you continue moping around our child's health will be at risk and yours. The doctor already told you that."

She turned, eyes narrowed and lips tight where they were pulled into a frown. "What else am I supposed to feel? The father of my baby is running around dodging death. Am I supposed to be happy Levi?"

Levi rolled his eyes, his hand already coming up to the bridge of his nose in expectation for the upcoming brawl of sorts. "I'll be alive for the birth of our son."

"Will you though?" She stepped closer, challenge rising in her tone and eyes.

"I'm not leaving you or the soon to be kid we've made. And you already know that." He fought back. "I'd sooner go back to the underground."

Her hands ran up to his collar tugging him closer. And he let her, let every bit of fury trapped beneath those stone cold eyes run over his spine like a flash of lightning all with the same neutral expression.

"I'm so serious you wouldn't even believe. If you don't come back one of these days and I have to raise this baby all on my own. I'm gonna bring you back to life just so I can kill you again. Do you hear me Levi Ackerman?"

Levi let out a little huff and a small smirk ran over his lips. She let him go and he straightened out his collar. "You get scarier everyday." He remarked "Way scarier than any damn titan."

He grabbed her wrist, pulling her down the mostly empty corridor. "You saw the doctor again today right? Tell me what happened."

"We've got a healthy Ackerman on our hands. He's grown bigger than he's supposed to be at this stage actually." She smiled softly as she placed a hand on her belly. "Probably cause he has your blood."

"Tch, moron. He's already his mother. Constantly kicking every time I touch your belly. He's gonna be a brat just like you."

"I hope he gets my height and not yours."

"For his sake your height instead of your mouth would be good."

"My mouth has gotten you through many long nights so I wouldn't complain if I were you."

Levi playfully rolled his eyes as Y/N's soft laugh filled the corridor. Her eyes shining brighter than they had her whole pregnancy. It was weird Levi had always heard about new parents being scared but he barely was.

When he'd found out he'd been more surprised than anything but he'd barely even had the time to over analyze the situation until that night. This unbelievably wild girl was the mother of his child. What more could he want.

Fear did dawn on him. Knowing he'd have something new in this world that needed his protection. Something so precious and small to protect. But another part of him knew that kid would be safer if he got his mother's fighting spirit.

"Hey, you better not be thinking about other girls." Y/N huffed as she poked at Levi's forehead.

Levi grabbed her finger. "Dumbass, no one else would be able to handle you if I left."

"Just sounds like you're making excuses so that you don't have to tell me, you adore me and could never find anyone else who brings you this much joy."

"No." That barely even scratched the surface..

~~~~

"Do you have a location on them?" Hange asked

"There're a whole bunch of military police and Kenny's squad is surrounding the entire area. But no sign of Kenny himself or any of the people who were taken." Sasha replied

Levi huffed, brain not wanting to retreat to the worst possible scenario. Besides the conversation currently developing in front of him there was a sort of quiet drifting in the atmosphere.

"We have a plan right?" Armin suddenly asked

And Hange nodded, "You're gonna need these." Her hands clasped around the cool metal of the signal flares.

"Signal flares??" Jean stared in disbelief

"Don't worry, we're getting out of here alive hostages and all." Hange stated before turning to Levi. "They're ok."

Levi blinked, slowly but surely uncurling his fists. He looked around to the others their faces a mix of concern and in certain cases glee. But they all had the same sentiment.

"Put the plan into motion." Levi stood

~~~~

It went surprisingly quickly. From the barrels they'd deployed to the signal flares being shot off. Sasha and Mikasa taking out the military police like no one's business but Levi could already feel his Ackerman rage growing.

Where the hell was Kenny? He thought.

His question was soon answered when a bullet flew past his cheek immediately drawing blood. The next bullet striking an ice pillar with a hard crack as he ducked for cover behind it.

Levi paused repositioning himself to jump and land behind one another of the thick pillars searching for the source of the bullets. "Where the hell are they?" He grunted voice raspy, thick and loud where he called to the only person that would be behind this.

Kenny's laugh was boisterous, heavy where it bounced between each pillar. The amount of sweat that had collected on Levi's palms had his weapon slippery in his grip and the vein in his forehead was close to popping.

"I think you have other things here you should be concerning yourself with."

In the blink of an eye Levi's head shot backwards, Jean's scream mixed with the heart shattering sound of Hange hitting one of the pillars caught his attention. A bullet releasing her blood as she slipped and rolled over against the ground like a discarded toy.

"Tch!"

"Levi! Oi you should be worried about me. After all. Your little family dies by my call!"

If Levi was boiling before his blood was erupting now. With incredible skill and speed he bounced his way around the pillars dodging each bullet as Kenny shot them out. His agility raised as he flipped over Kenny's form and behind him. In an instant Levi was tossing a bag full of flammable liquid in time to meet his next shot.

When the bag tore open Levi flew forward, through burning flames created by Kenny's gun tossing his blade. The motion caught Kenny off guard but he managed to dodge it, his hat flying off into a nearby pillar along with Levi's blade to hold it up there.

Levi's heart was hammering taking the advantage he'd managed to get he flew at Kenny with incredible speed slicing through his torso almost like it was butter. In the heat of adrenaline Levi watched as Kenny's body fell to the ground of the cool cavern.

He landed with a hard breath before retracting the odm gears hooks. He couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't stop himself from running forward no matter how stupid and dangerous it was.

He heard bits and pieces of speech behind him. "Follow Captain!" And "Wait, hold on!" But none of it stopped his feet.

He skidded in his pace as he heard soft calls of, "Dad! Dad!"

And he was immediately headed for it. A bit of relief flooding his chest as he heard the faint sounds of odm gear clanging behind him. His squad clearly keeping good pace.

When he arrived he instantly locked eyes with his five year old son and wife.

"Dad!" Farlen's voice echoed. He didn't look injured from what Levi could tell and neither did Y/N. Farlen's hair tosseled as if he'd merely been running outside.

"Where are Historia and Eren?!" Mikasa called as she ran up behind Levi.

"Guys!" Historia's voice boomed. She slunk forward barely supporting Eren's weight. His shirt gone and his face covered in blood.

Levi quickly ran to untie Y/N and Farlen immediately embracing Farlen when he jumped into his arms. If he were any other kid Levi would probably be questioning why he hadn't shit his pants and why his face was tearless. But he definitely wasn't any other five year old.

"Geez, you guys took forever." Y/N remarked, stretching her hands above her head. "I was about to wreck all these Military brats butts for you." She said with a smirk at Levi.

Levi huffed, rubbing his son's back. "Next time you can save yourself then." He remarked giving Farlen a soft head rub.

"Ugggh Mom.. Dad not now.." he sighed

"There won't be a next time!" Y/N fought back. "I'll never get caught up like that again."

"Tch, whatever."

"Are you challenging me Mr. Ackerman?"

"You're a brat, Ms. Ackerman."

"How about I show you how much of a brat I can really be?" She chuckled with a dark smile etching over her features. She pulled him closer, hugging his and Farlen's form with a firm hand on Levi's lower back.

"Don't start something you can't finish." Levi whispered back.

"Ewwwwww.." Farlen mock gagged between them.

Y/N just laughed loudly. "You'll understand when you have someone you love to hate, Farlen."

"Yeah.. I'm with Farlen. That's eww." Connie remarked with a shake of his head.

The others soon joined in with their own little laughs and teasing words. "I can't believe how soft Captain can be." And "They're such a cute family I hope I get that some day."

Levi repositioned Farlen on one arm ignoring all the chatter. Though his cheeks bloomed a rosy color that was extremely unmistakable "Historia, where's your father?"

"He escaped before you guys got here. He's headed toward the wall." She replied

"We've gotta hurry then."

(I'm so sick of people on the internet rn I swear🙄)

#aot x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi x y/n #shingeki no kyoujin levi #snk x reader #levi imagine #levi ackerman scenario #levi ackerman headcanons

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thecaptainhelm · 4 years

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Shut Your Mouth Pt.2

hahaha, daminette part two, wasn’t a one shot, gn gn gn.

Marinette sighed as the shower warmed up, rolling her neck and relishing in the light feeling of accomplishment. Ever since Hawkmoth had been defeated, a mere two days ago, things had been tense. Hawkmoth, now known as Gabriel Agreste, was arrested along with his assistant Nathalie Sancoeur who had since retired as Mayura the year before. It was a stroke of luck to discover that the Guardian had the ability to forcibly renounce a broken Miraculous. Something Gabriel hadn’t known, granting them extra time as he futilely tried to ‘fix’ the brooch. While that happened, she managed to finally convince Chat to at least keep him as a suspect if not out of suspicion, then to actually strike him from their list. It didn’t take long rack up evidence against him, especially after learning from the Bats of Gotham.

The battle was quiet, in the early hours of the morning, where the city forcibly cut the power to the Agreste mansion, and it only took one Venom for each while they slept defenselessly. It took only a few minutes to find evidence that he was at least working with Hawkmoth, and when they found the miraculous pin and brooch, it was confirmed that he was, indeed, Hawkmoth with Nathalie working as his henchwoman Mayura.

Soon, with what was probably the fastest trial of the century, Gabriel Agreste and Nathalie Sancoeur were declared guilty and sentenced to serve life in prison and an insane asylum respectively. It had only shocked her for a moment that Mayura pleaded guilty and asked to be sent directly to rehab for mental help, by reason of insanity wrought by grief. What did surprise her was that she was the one to take the miraculous and give them to the Agreste couple as an anniversary gift, ultimately setting off a chain of unforeseen consequences.

That was a whole other cake she didn’t want to bake just yet, so she decided to finally just take a moment to breathe for what felt like the first time in five years.

So it was only normal that her smartwatch chimed on the hook of the shower caddy, a picture of a frowny eagle glaring right at her. She cursed her luck, yeah, no breaks was still her usual routine. It must be real hard for the universe to break out that particular habit.

Then she remembered that she set this particular picture and ringtone for the one person who had never called.

Robin, the vigilante that she might have, kind of, definitely made an enemy of.

Who was also her crush, so that was just. Great.

In her defense, she was a human being, and human beings were capable of amazing feats. It was just that her amazing feats were more amazing bouts of stupidity. Seriously, why did she do it? Just where did her common sense escape to make her think that was even a remotely good idea, because she wanted to go there and never come back.

She had kissed-- no! She made out with Robin, the most notoriously ill-tempered member of Batman’s team. The only reason he didn’t deck her in the face was because, because, well she didn’t know! Was it mercy, a misplaced feeling of pity, perhaps?

No, actually, it was more likely that he was frozen stiff with rage. Marinette couldn’t blame him, heck, she’d be angry too, suddenly getting passionately smooched in the middle of livid rant.

She had planned on giving him her contact information for the longest time, since they'd come to the understanding that they only wanted to do what was best for everyone, the kind of understanding that only leaders could have. And to maybe get closer to him as much as professionalism allowed. So, it stood to reason that she had to go ahead and ruin that, too. She really couldn’t believe herself sometimes, who randomly kisses someone, hands them their number, and then trots off back to work? Marinette Dupain-Cheng apparently.

In fact, it was about time he called. She had pretty much an entire year to prepare herself for what was sure to be a concise and frigid rejection, maybe even a “Stay for away from, lest I stab everyone in this room and then jump out of a window out of utter disgust”? She might as well get it over with and then move on to be alone for the rest of her life.

She wiped the water out of her eyes and squinted at the text message, before jumping out the shower with a loud curse. She hurriedly dried off and put on her clothes, before heading to the Miracle Box, rereading his message.

Emergency evac, one person, requesting Pegasus’ portal twenty kilometers horizontally above sea level precisely fifteen minutes after this message. Coordinates attached.

The message was sent ten minutes ago. How long was she catastrophizing for?!

Max was partying along with the rest of Paris while she took a breather in her art studio. Even with the full fifteen minutes she wouldn’t be able to find him in time. Shit, would she even be able to transform in time?

She grabbed the glasses from the box and Kaalki appeared in a proud flash.

“No time, there’s trouble,” she panted. “Ready?”

“Hmph, of course,” Kaalki tossed her head. “Let’s go, shall we?”

“Kaalki, transform me!” She eyed the time, two minutes left. She memorized the coordinates as she searched for a suitable place for him to land, and realized she was going to have to catch him in her storage closet.

One minute left. She opened the door and cleared space in the center of the room.

Thirty-five seconds. She stood on an old chair that she moved into the center of the room.

Twenty seconds, and she called, “Voyage!” and threw the portal up towards the ceiling.

Zero. She braced for impact and caught a body that plummeted through in a free fall.

“Ow,” she closed the portal with a groan, amidst the shattered pieces of what used to be a pretty sturdy chair.

“Don’t complain, it could have been worse.” A deep voice rasped.

Wow, to think she missed him, that asshole.

“Shut up, Robi-- oh my god your arm! Get up, getupgetupgetup!” She hauled him up as gently as possible, annoyance giving way to concern.

Robin was, putting it lightly, a mess. He had lost his mask, his eye was swollen shut and his face was bruised with cuts all over, and he was sticky with blood practically everywhere she looked. It was his arm that she was most concerned about, however. It was set in a splint, but he must have been in a rush because it was set wrong, his thumb facing perpendicular lyaway from his body.

“I am fine,” he sagged into her, weary. “I just need a place to stay for the night.”

“If you weren’t so grievously injured, I’d throw you out for that,” she remarked. “But guess what? It’s your lucky night monsieur, and I’m a trained field medic.” Robin looked at her, maskless, and she had to dart her eyes away from his maskless face.

“Oh, so Ladybug finally started replacing her subpar lineup? About time, either she benched them or Hawkmoth would kill them at some point. They were woefully incompent.” Yep, this was definitely Robin, no doubt about it with that attitude.

She called off the transformation and was somewhat pleased when he reflexively jerked his head away. She pulled him into a princess carry and made her way back to the bathroom, inwardly delighting at his reaction. She would never let him live this down.

“It’s me, Robin. Ladybug. Pegasus couldn’t make it, so you’ll have to do with me instead of a random stand-in.” She raised her brow, not that he could see it.

“Unless that bothers you, Boy Wonder?”

“...I’m not,” he mumbled.

“Hm?”

“I’m not Robin anymore.”

What. What.

“What?”

“I’ve retired, effective as of nine months ago today, Robin’s cape has been hung up for the next generation.”

Relief didn’t come yet. “Oh, so you’ve taken on a new mantle? Or are you finally the next Batman, though it would take some time to fill those shoulders. Literally, I mean that literally, um.” She observed his downcast expression and once again started walking to the bathroom. When had she stopped?

“I’m not taking over anything,” he said sullenly. “I can’t. Not after what I did.”

“Come on, it couldn’t have been so bad,” she opened the door with her heel as she backed them towards the stool by the sink. She set him down carefully, taking full stock of his injuries.

“It was. Batman’s cowl has always represented a strict moral code, one that I’ve always...struggled to adhere to.”

Marinette bit her lip as she kneeled in front of him. He didn’t say anymore, and she couldn’t think of anything to say. She sighed and brought out her med kit from the towel cabinet. She was always like this with him.

With Robin (now not Robin?) she had always drawn a blank. She could read his emotions somewhat well, had a good grasp on his moods, and could have genuinely insightful conversations with him. It was only at crucial moments like this that she struggled. Even with Adrien she had always known what she wanted to say, but Robin was different. Everything about him screamed “one chance only” and that caused her mind to go blank. It was so unbelievably frustrating that she could scream.

Marinette handed the glasses to Kaalki and nodded towards her purse hanging on the door handle. The kwami zoomed towards it and soon disappeared into it with the miraculous.

“Robin,” she called gently. He didn’t move. “I’ll have to cut your shirt off, okay? I need to see where the blood is coming from.”

“It’s not mine.The blood.” He kept his gaze away as she froze.

“Well, we’ll have to reset that arm,” she tried again. “It’s not...it’s not looking good, to say the least.”

He looked towards his mangled right arm and nodded.

It took some time to undo the splint and she tried not to think about where he had been for him to only have rotted wood and prison rags on hand. She cut his shirt off at the sleeve and down his middle, pulling it off and exposing a painful canvas of mottled bruises, scrapes, and cuts. She handed him her towel and he stuffed it in his mouth without a word. She gently untied the splint.

“Are you ready?” She gazed at him resolutely. He nodded and braced himself as best he could.

“On my count, one, two--” She re-broke his arm a count early on purpose.

“Arrghh! Ffuk!!” He jerked out of her grip.

“Hold still!” He spat out the towel and glared in response.

“Mizq dhiraei allaeaynat 'aw aidbitha!!!” She only understood ‘rip’ and ‘arm’ but she got the gist of his screaming.

“Alright it’s done now, I’m setting it, so stop moving,” She couldn’t help but sigh under his vicious scowl.

“Tsk. Be grateful that I can barely discern your features Ladybug. You’re on my shit list and I don’t feel like kicking your ass today.”

“Wow, thanks for saving me Ladybug, I could have died if it weren’t for you!” Marinette couldn’t help but snark at him.

“...tsk!” Yep, that was as good as she was going to get in his condition.

After years of fighting akuma victims she was able to observe the complex and hidden emotions of her opponents and the civilians that she rescued. And right now, her experience was telling her that Robin had more than his pride ruined. His self-confident, courageous, and taciturn nature seemed to be regressing as he fell back into what was probably a self-defense mechanism. For him to be like this instead of exhausted in his current state told her that he must have been through a lot since she last saw him.

She started to gently clean the blood off and noted the bruises underneath definitely came from an intense melee battle. Most of them were in places that made her cringe just looking at them. At least he doesn’t have any other broken bones, or stab wounds. Lucky him.

Robin put an ice pack to his face in the meanwhile and wouldn’t look in her direction.

It was quiet for a while. “So, what should I call you, then?” And she had to open her big fat mouth, didn’t she? Now it was awkward. It was awkward, and he hated her, and she was never speaking again, ever.

“Damian.” Uh oh.That didn’t sound like a moniker.

“Um, nice code name?” She started disinfecting his cuts and scrapes, trying not to panic.

“I no longer require such aliases.” Ok, process that later, heal Robin now. Process. Later.

“Ro--, Damian, uh, well,” She sighed. “My offer still stands, you know?”

He made a quiet noise.

“Last time I saw you, I mean. I had left in a rush,”-- after kissing you senseless-- “but I’m always here to listen if you want to talk about what happened.”

Robin, or Damian now, she still wasn’t used to that, froze. His brows furrowed and he strangely went red in the face, before sighing, slumping against the sink.

“I...the blood’s not mine. It hasn’t been my for a long time, but it might as well be for how long I’ve carried it. I’m not a good person so much as to blame myself completely, but I do recognize some of the fault as mine. I’d gotten help, and I was making progress, but it wasn’t enough. I started falling back into old habits and I hated it. I tried and I failed, and I kept trying and failing for months and I…” He gained a look of despair, the first real emotion she’s seen on him since he dropped in.

“I couldn’t do it anymore. I just kept disappointing everyone and I hated it so much,” he dug his fingers into his matted hair.

“So, I left. I decided to go on a journey to try and repent, and it was working, at least I thought it did. But, then I had stumbled upon a Shadows base and I…” He peered unseeing at the floor.

“It was like I lost all sense of reason. I lay siege to the entire facility and found my way to the next base. It all turned into an endless cycle, all the way until I reached headquarters and inadvertently met up with high ranking members of the Justice League, teaming up to diminish their power. We were successful, but a candidate for the position of the Demon’s Head activated the self-destruct module. Everyone was scrambling to get out and suddenly my mind felt clearer than it had ever been.” He took a deep breath and Marinette moved closer to offer some comfort. He leaned towards her gratefully.

“The Justice League had already had an escape route, but the Shadows were in disarray for some reason. After I was sure my old comrades were out, I locked all the doors, and dived down to a ceremonial bathing chamber.”

“And that’s where I came in,” she whispered. I think I’m starting to like him more than I should. What is wrong with me?! Who made me this way?! She had some complaints in regards to that.

“You saved my life,” he inclined his head in an informal bow. “Thank you, Ladybug.”

“...Marinette.” She croaked suddenly. She was left reeling from his info dump and her intense, romantic feelings. So, why not go for a confession?

Damian whipped his head up in disbelief.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Enchanté, Damian.” She smiled at his bewildered state, wiping away a bit of blood under his chin. She opened her mouth to say more, but didn’t get the chance.

Damian leapt up, furious. “You fool! I knew you were a space cadet, but I didn’t think your brain drifted beyond the stars! How utterly moronic!”

“Wait, why are you so mad?!” She panicked. She kind of had a spur of the moment idea to kiss him on his split lip, but that was looking less and less likely to happen.

(Damn it.)

“You told me your name!” he shouted.

“Yes, and you told me your’s?” She retorted.

“Have you forgotten Hawkmoth?! Your enemy that can read the minds of the emotionally disturbed should he decide to possess them!” He started to hobble out of the bathroom, still half-treated and mostly in pain.

Oh.

Oh!

“I have to leave, now! If I can stay calm long enough to reach the trains then I’ll be moving too fast for a butterfly to suddenly get me.”

“Uh, Damian?”

“No, it might already be enroute to someone else and might even already be on board,” He winced and stumbled on the tassel rug in the hallway.

“Woah, hang on a second Damian,” she grabbed him before he could fall, but he pulled out of her grip.

“We don’t have time for this, I can guarantee that I would be one of the worst akumas you’ve faced in your hero career, nevermind the insider information I hold within my mind.”

“Yes, but listen to me,” Damian moved towards the small sitting area, not listening to her.

Again.

“This safehouse should be around one hundred kilometers from the city limits, you’re safe for now, but Hawkmoth’s estimated rate of growth was--”

That’s it!

Marinette grabbed his jaw and slammed it closed. She had had enough.

“This isn’t a safehouse, we’re in my art studio,” she snapped. She could see the rage begin to build to new heights in his eye.

“No, shut your mouth, and listen!” A vein in his forehead started to pulse, but he didn't move to speak.

Good.

“Hawkmoth has been defeated as of last week, and the trial was concluded a couple days ago. Going by what you told me, you've been out the loop for almost a year, so you don’t know that my team and I had closed in on Hawkmoth’s trail some time ago and were able to build a solid case that’ll go through in a court of law,” She carefully let him go.

“So, you’re safe, I’m safe, and Paris is safe too.” She’d already started to calm down in the middle of her explanation, and idly noted that she should probably take an anger management class.

And sign up for therapy. Lots of it, preferably.

Damian nodded slowly as he rubbed his jaw and she couldn’t help her wince.

“Sorry, did I handle you too roughly? Come here,” she started to pull him back towards the bathroom. He resisted.

“No, it’s fine, no damage just from that much force,” he tugged his arm away but she quickly moved behind him and began to push him through the bathroom door.

“Well, I’m not done treating you, so get back in there.” He grabbed the door frame and pushed back, and her calm demeanor left as quick as it came. Was it even truly there to begin with?

“I said,” she picked him up and threw him back on the stool where he grasped for stability.

“Come here.” She leaned in close to his bruised face, and wow, the one eye that she could see was so very, very green. “I’m not done with you, yet.”

“...okay,” he whispered. He kept his head down.

It didn’t take long to finish disinfecting the rest of his wounds, and soon she started applying ointment to the worst of his bruises. She had enough, but she was definitely going to be restocking in order to play his nursemaid for the next week or so. She rose to her feet and started packing away her kit.

“I’ll give you some pain meds for the night, I’ll leave you to take care of the injuries under the rest of your clothes. Come find me in the kitchenette. I’ll make something for us, though it won’t be anything fancy.”

“That is fine.” Marinette frowned at the strange husk in his voice. Did someone try to suffocate him? Why hadn’t she noticed until now?

She kneeled beside him and reached around him for the water bottle she had left in there earlier, but noticed him twitch and start to blush. Did he get a fever too?

She observed his red face and clear, but dilated eyes. Merde, did she embarrass him from earlier? She knew he had a large ego, but it was his own fault for being stubborn.

“Here, get yourself some water from the sink,” she handed the glittery black bottle to him and hurriedly strode out of the bathroom, calling,

“Holler if you need me!”

Completely aware of the flustered state she left Damian in. Though not for the reason she thinks, at least.

#daminette #maribat #part two

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elfboyeros · 3 years

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How May I Serve You?

Note: So, let me explain! This is taking place in the time between seasons 7 & 8 that like year or whatever. Zane has been doing missions and stuff alone, for a while, and Pixal (because she has been Samurai X) has been popping in and out of his system. Zane is just stressed, worried, and depressed for a large list of reasons and Pixal (were she may be a bit out character) {I write them normally a bit out character regardless} is trying to make him a little relaxed. There is a thing at the end that takes place in like modern show time, got it, good! Anyway, let’s go!

@parachutingkitten

It was now turning to dusk; the titanium ninja had arrived at an abandoned building far away from the likes of Ninjago City. Dawning his semi-new human skin, as his brothers liked to call it, he approached the broken cobblestone path leading to the broken wooden doors of the building. A crumbling building, covered in dead plants, large openings in different areas, and graffiti-stained bricks.

He sighed looking upon the building, “what a shame.” He heard a slight giggle, a feminine giggle, letting eyes fall to the path to the entrance.

She stood there, sliver hair, pure white skins, purple colored assistance uniform, with the one sleeve and half skirt. With a blue film covering her body, with an almost static texture. Marking that she was really there with him, only a hologram. She smirked, bowing, her right arm place behind her back and her left against her chest, her hand over her heart.

“How may I serve you,” she questioned, looking at him through her lashes, “Zane.”

He rolled his eyes, watching her stand up straight, still smirking, “you know that is not necessary, Pixal,” he remarked, his tone one of both annoyance and tiredness, “don’t say it again.”

“I am one theatrics,” she joked, placing her hands behind her back, “and I won’t if it pleases you.”

Zane exhaled, turned leaving walking into the abandoned street, “where are you going,” Pixal exclaimed.

“Away from you,” he said loud enough were his voice bounced off the old buildings.

She let out a loud laugh, following him while matching his quick pace, “that's not a good idea.”

“and why not?!”

Pixal appeared in front of him and unbelieve close at that, making the tall man step back quickly as to not walk through her. He would never walk through her.

“You can’t get rid of me for one,” she stated, “as if you wanted to.”

Zane folded his arms to his chest, “plus you are meeting Kai in that broken-down building,” Pixal added.

Zane sighed walking toward that building, entering the time, with his hologram paramour following close behind him, even looking around as he stood against one of the partial walls with closed eyes, trying to rest.

He could feel her when she settled beside him, or the sensation of her there. She had not actually been beside him in a long while. Although the hologram stuff wasn’t normal, Pixal would do it every once a while, when he truly wanted to talk to someone. She would do it late at night as he sat in bed. Let him vent to the wall and cry against himself as she, either, sat in the window seat or at the end of his bed.

Or that one time where he had run out of the monastery on a whim and made to a cliff, where he just screamed. He did it three times that night. The first: when he got there. The second: Pixal had come out in that hologram form and let him scream at her for a few minutes. He also allowed her to scream. The third was before he left, collapsing to the ground and crying when Pixal hid back into his system.

Although since the events with Acronix and Krux when Zane was left incapacitated and Pixal had disappeared, once she reappeared in Bounty systems, with little explanation, she bounced between the ship's systems and Zane’s. It wasn't until recently she used the hologram form, that she had control of. She would pop up randomly when Zane alone, scared at best and confusing him at worst, because it was after times she had disappeared for a good minute, again with no explanation.

At this point, she was becoming an antagonistic force to Zane then a loving one.

Zane adored the woman and wouldn’t let her go. He respected her, and wish for her to really be there, but there was a sense of secrecy with her now. Mixed with his depression, stress level with the trying to find his Sensei that was lost, and dealing with normal Ninjago shenanigans. A part of him wasn’t pleased with Pixal’s playfulness and it showed.

He felt her hand try to touch his, making him jerk his hand away, “right, no touching,” Pixal muttered, “I’m sorry.”

His only rule with the hologram: no touching. It would reinforce that she wasn’t there, and dispute Pixal wanted to respect his wishes she often forgot about the rule, “the love language of touch,” Pixal remarked with a sighed, “makes something like no touching hard to remember.”

That made his heartbreak more than was ready broken, he would get anything just to touch her, “I know,” Zane sighed.

“That’s new,” she declared, making he look over at her in confusion, “the ring.”

He lifted his left hand to his eye level, leaning back against the brick, “fairly.” he whispered.

A thin black ring place on his left ring finger, only black given his titanium shell, he normally wore, “a ring on the left hand's ring finger, symbolizes marriage,” Pixal mused, “who have you married recently?”

There was ever the hit of jealousy in her voice, it made Zane want to wait on answering, to see if she would become anymore jealous.

“You,” Zane said with a chuckle and a smile, “it is supposed to symbolize my union to you. I saw this as a simple way to symbolize what is between us.”

“We do act like a married union,” Pixal alleged, “don’t we?”

Zane nodded, smiling as he heard her giggle, “I wish you were here,” he expressed, “I yarn for you to be beside me again.”

“As do I,” Pixal cooed softy, watching Zane squat down, his hands covering his face.

“It makes me livid that I didn’t try harder to get you out of my head, sooner.”

“You were busy, it is understandable.”

“And now you keep disappearing for days,” Zane cried, clenching his hands to his chest, “I understand if he other could need your assistance, but the fact that you won’t tell me where you are going, makes me nervous.”

Pixal didn't say anything, “then you come back to me, again with no explanation, almost like nothing happened!”

She once again said nothing as he stood facing her, “tell me where you’re going, when you leave my systems,” Zane insisted, “I know you are going to the Bounty's systems because I have checked, multiple times.”

“I can’t,” she whimpered.

“You can’t or you won’t,” he bellowed.

She said nothing, turning her head away from him

“Tell me where you go,” he demanded in a scream, before grabbing her shoulders.

His eyes widened as his hands fazed through her, right, she’s not really here. She was regaled to like a figment of his imagination, almost as if she weren’t real, to begin with. He stared at her hologamic form tears rolling down his face, staring at her melancholy face on the verge of tears.

Zane had not time to apologize or even speak before she disappeared, as she faded away he heard footsteps approach, “Zane,” Kai said, entering the distressed building, “I heard screaming, you okay.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, whipping his tears before turning to his brother, “I’m fine.”

It had a few good years since that night of the argument that was never resolved. Pixal, very much real, exited the monastery in need of fresh air and a nice view of Zane training, alone. She had thought about that argument a lot recently, for whatever reason, Zane had too. Maybe that’s why his training was slightly more violent.

Pixal descended the small steps to the courtyard as Zane shot ice at one of the training dummies, “that’s a bit violent,” she remarked.

Zane exhaled a breath, “why so violent to the equipment,” Pixal mused.

“I’m thinking,” he replied, not looking at her directly.

“You think most times,” she uttered, “what makes this so different?”

He didn’t want to say it, mostly because he didn’t know how to bring it up. That argument, unresolved in the moment, was irrelevant now. Pixal was here, with him, why bring up that fight. Just open a small wound.

Pixal turned away with her hands behind her back, “I see you wish not to talk,” she assumed, not offended by his coldness, “I will leave you alone.”

Zane knew she wasn’t offended, but that didn’t him feel better about his actions. He straightened himself up, watching her reach the porch, “say it again,” he declared, making her straighten her back and clench her forearms, “just this once.”

It got exactly five-second: Pixal turned on her heels, looking at Zane, her husband, with a smirk. She moved her left arm from her back to her chest, her hand over her heart, he could see her wedding band on her slim finger as it shinned in the sun. She bowed before looking at him through her lashes, before breaking the routine and standing up straight while sticking her hand out to him with an open hand.

“How may I serve you,” she pondered, “Zane~”

#ninjago #pixane #pixal #zane #ninjago pixal #ninjago zane #it's so late #Loved this #your welcome #fanfiction #ninjago fanfiction #angst #fluff #romance

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boxboysandotherwhump · 3 years

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Monsters and mushrooms

Tags: @salamancialilypad @whumpfigure @albino-whumpee @comfy-whumpee @ashintheairlikesnow @haro-whumps @moose-teeth @vickytokio @yet-another-heathen @orchidscript

A Nature fun fact: Bioluminescent mushrooms do exist actually and snails have the habit to foam when distressed in order to deter predators and protect their soft body from tiny satans like ants.

Chapter 4

CW: emotional overload, negative stimming, fear of abandonment, hints at past abusive parent

Sahar hasted up to the farm, stumbling on the crooked steps.

He knew he wasn’t supposed to cry but he’d forgotten how to stop and the world around him dissolved into a melted aquarelle painting of leaves and grass and roots as he stormed past the house.

He wedged himself between the root and the old stump they chop firewood on, eyes fixed on the axe still rammed inside, his back hitting the root over and over and over again, while he purged all the unwanted feelings from his body through movement.

There would be bruises tomorrow, Sahar thought when his violent rocking finally slowed into a gentle rhythm.

His lips trembled around one long shaky exhale and his tears finally subsided. Their tracks were only crusty streaks of salt water now, not overwhelming aches.

Sometimes, Sahar hated his body, hated it for being overwhelmed by the stupidest things, hated to have a brain full of misfiring neurons at war with themselves. A brain that made it unbelievably more difficult to exist, as what he was, in this world.

Maybe this was some kind of divine punishment.

But for what?

“Sahar?” Moira’s head peeked over the root and her worried face peered down at his cowering form. “There you are, sweetheart.”

He didn’t meet her eyes, only tugged his knees tight to his chest, ready to hide his face from whatever scolding was to come.

There had always been reprehension when he hadn’t been able to behave himself. Until all of his mother’s angry words hadn’t been enough and she’d abandoned him. At long last.

Ugly icky fear gnawed away at his insides, a sharp toothed beast he desperately wanted to banish but couldn’t. He rocked up against the root once more. Let his shoulder blades collide with it until he felt the scratch of rough bark through his grey linen shirt.

Sometimes his thoughts paused, stayed on safe routes and away from the maelstroms of his ever racing mind when he rocked or tapped or hummed enough. But now was no such time. .

Sahar’s thoughts spun and spiraled. Crashed violently into one another on their collision curses.

Please don’t throw me out. Away. I can behave. I can be disciplined. I promise. I promise. I promise. Please!

The curtain closed and left the window dark.

“Sahar?”

Wait.

There were no curtains here. And no city streets. No concrete roads or bleeding knees.

Only warm earth under his fingertips.

A long grass blade brushed his calf and Sahar closed his eyes to focus on the barely there tickle against his skin. The expansion of his ribcage, how it filled with the lavender scented air, inherent to his home, on every inhale and his eyes fluttered open.

“Yeah. I’m here.”

Here. Here. Here. And I can stay.

Moira began to heave Asmodea over the root with a loud huff that had Sahar instantly uncurl and twist around to take the snail with a firm, gentle grip from her arms. The snail immediately clung onto him as best as her soft slimy body allowed, wiggling in exasperated little waves until Sahar finally sat back down and put her over his lap.

“There, there baby. There you you you, there you go.”

He couldn’t help but smile as Asmodea draped herself flat over his legs, making no move to retreat into her shining shell. It’s brown and black stripes still shimmered from the shower Sahar had given her yesterday.

“Sahar? Can you listen to me?”

Hunching protectively over Asmodea, he gave a hesitant nod. “Yes.”

Moira didn’t like it when she had to repeat herself. It made her livid when he or Ansgar ended up absorbed in one-

Ansgar.

Something hot and heavy lodged itself in Sahar’s throat at the memory of his furious gaze. Ansgar had never looked at him like this, ever before, but Sahar realized why, now, after he had a moment to collect his racing thoughts, to calm his hammering heart. He really had been bad. Immature, thoughtless, utterly ludicrous.

But even so he knew. God how he knew.

Even after everything-

“Ansgar and Eric persuaded the… headhunter, to try his luck up in Berlin.” Moira began, lips pursed in displeasure. “Your house arrest remains nevertheless. Don’t give me that look. You’ve been irresponsible and ill-mannered, young man. No matter how good a reason you may think you had, you have to control yourself.”

A protest burned on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed the sizzle of anger down, buried it deep inside himself where all his other unsafe emotions were banished.

“I know. I I- I’m sorry.”

Moira shook her head with a sigh, grey curls swishing softly from side to side. “Just be better from now on and stay put for the next few days. No strolling through the farm woods either.”

His fingers began to tap an anxious rhythm onto Asmodea’s shell, while her body pulsed in soothing waves over his thighs. One of her eyes gently nudged his forearm.

“What, uhm what, but if if if one of the snails, if one gets lost and-“

Moira’s strict tone nipped his tender try at backtalk at the bud, rendering him silent for good.

“Ansgar and I will take care of that then. I have to go now. The others already left to check the InD-Unit’s for a possible breakthrough. I don’t trust one word out of this guy’s mouth, and I expect you to stay close to the house. Did I make myself clear?”

The scar on his arm stretched uncomfortably as he curled tighter around Asmodea, desperate for his friend’s silent support. Their soft body wiggled gently in response.

“Yes, ma’am.”

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“We gonna go pick glowy shrooms! Glowy shrooms! Glowy shrooms!”

Mara shrieked, running in circles around Charlotte, a woven basket clutched tightly in her small brown hands. Her yellow hairband fluttered and the ‘thud thud thud’ of her prosthetic leg got drowned out by the other children’s laughter, hot on her heels in a tumultuous chase for the basket.

A small pale boy broke out into a bright grin as he caught himself from stumbling over the hem of his pants, way too long for his small, stubby legs.

“Did Julian steal Hanne’s clothes again?” Kaja emerged from one of the orphanage’s many crooked entrances with a box of flashlights under one arm. A bag full of pocket knives dangled from the other as she dodged a low hanging wooden beam with practiced ease.

Charlotte took the box from her with an irritated sigh. “I’m glad he’s wearing clothes at all, this time.”

“Are you sure you can handle them on your own?”

Kajas cocky grin vanished under Charlotte icy glare. Blue eyes frosted over as she yanked the bag from Kajas hands and shouted: “Everyone who does not want to stay home lines up here now! You don’t lose your flashlight and when I see one pocket knife flicked open for anything other than picking mushrooms you celebrate the festival in your room. Am I clear?”

The children’s excited shrieks died in an instant as they hurried to get in line, waiting obediently for Charlotte to hand every one of them their items and making a show off storing them dutifully away in their pants pockets and backpacks.

The perfect picture of orderly compliance.

Everyone knew it would last for as long as it would take them to leave the orphanages grounds.

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The academy yard’s gravel crunched under Gideon’s boots as he snuck away from yet another disciplinary task. He had scrubbed all the bathrooms to shine in the past, had assisted in the kitchen more than once, and had sorted the trainings gear enough times to know it by heart.

Sometimes he even understood why it always ended up like this.

What he couldn’t understand, however, was having to clean up the entire two story training hall because that stupid farm boy provoked him. For once, he hadn’t even done anything. At least nothing that wouldn’t have been deserved.

Not that the little shit had been helpless.

“Where do you think you’re going?!”

Gideon nearly choked at his upperclassman’s call. His hands clutched the spear’s strap dangling from his shoulder tighter and he turned to face the young man who had hurried over from their living quarters. His dark thick brows were harsh, frowning lines in a permanently stern face.

“Berkan.” The corners of Gideon’s mouth twitched. He was really in no mood to deal with this stuck-up right now. “Just out for some late night practice.”

It wasn’t even a lie. He did want to get some extra training in, only someplace where he had some damn peace for once. Who could have thought the countryside would be even more suffocating than a life under his father’s roof.

Turning around before Berkan opened his mouth in protest Gideon hurriedly added,“Just finished the cleaning ‘n shit. Go look for yourself if you want.” before he skidded down the large staircase leading down from the academy campus.

Even if Berkan decided to check up on his task Gideon would be already gone by the time the other boy realized he hadn’t done shit.

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Sahar rubbed slow circles over Asmodea’s head, right between her antennas. It was one of her favorite spots, right after the underside of her foot, when Sahar would gently wipe it clean with a fluffy towel whenever she’d managed to get something unpleasantly stuck to her body. Like the godforsaken acidic tree sap she had blindly glid through on their first forest excursion.

Asmodea carefully extended one eye, gently poking Sahar’s other hand while she began to softly nibble his leg. The raspy sandpaper-like sensation made him chuckle and his fingers began to tap over the warm earth.

“Hey, hey hey. I’m fine. Don’t, don’t worry.”

Another enthusiastic nibble made him smile, bright and toothy for the first time on a day unpredictable like a summer monsoon.

Sahar was just about to coax Asmodea from his lap and get some strawberry, when a gut wrenching shriek pierced the evening air.

Something rustled through the bushes.

He shouldered Asmodea and sprung to his feet in one fluid motion, eyes fixed on the timberline and heart stuck in his throat.

Don’t tell me?! Did something break through the border after all?

His pulse hammered in his ears as Sahar listened to the sound of snapping twigs, to the rapid ‘thud thud thud’ coming closer with every second ticking by. His thoughts raced. Would he be fast enough to hurl Asmodea over the root? To jump after? His eyes snapped to the axe. Could he run at all?

The bushes parted.

Sahar was about to throw his friend over the root, risking an injury to her precious shell, when he saw who had screamed. His body froze dead in its tracks and Asmodea fummed in paniked protest.

Mara had burst out of the thick bushes, covered in scratches, her little face blotchy and tear crusted. The yellow hairband that had been seemingly fused to her head was nowhere to be found and the glittering drawings on her prosthetic leg were smeared over with dirt. Sahar was kneeling by her side in an instant.

“Hey hey hey hey what- what happened? Mara?”

Wiping at tears rolling in endless rivers down flushed chubby cheeks, Sahar scanned her shivering disheveled form for injuries that, to his immense relief, didn’t seem to exist.

“Hey hey hey, It’s fine. It’s fine now. I- I’m here. Every- everything’s fine, fine now.”

“Nonononono.” Her tiny hands fisted in his shirt as she pressed her forehead against his collarbone, shaking and rubbing her head into Sahars skin.

Her fluffy curls brushed his chin.

“Monster. A monster. Monster at the glowy clea- clealing!”

“Glowy- what what what do, what do you mean?”

His hands tapped a rapid-fire rhythm over her shaking shoulder blades as Sahar tried to make some sense of her choked-off babbling.

Sobbing, Mara dug the remnants of a squashed luminescent mushroom out of her pocket. The glowing blue pulp dripped down her fingers and painted sparkling droplets of night sky onto the muddy earth.

“Oh. Oh! The the The clearing! I know, I know, know now. That that that’s close. Were, were were you, were you- were- fuck.” Balling his hands into fist tight enough to leave crescent indentations in the soft flesh of his palm, Sahar forced a long breath in through his nose and out of his uncooperative mouth.

Slow now, sweetheart. Don’t get too worked up again.

“Were you and the others pick- pick picking- for the fest?”

Burying herself back against Sahar’s chest with a frantic nod Mara howled: “The others- the monster, the monster trapped them!”

A breakthrough. Fuck, fuck. Fuck! There must have been one.

She trembled as he held her at arm’s length, meeting dark panic hazy eyes with a determination he thought had died that fateful autumn night eight years ago.

“Listen Mara. I, I I go to the clearing and and and you run to to to the, run to the tea house. Every- everyone’s gonna be, be there warming up for for for for tomorrow.”

He hastily wiped her cheeks before hoisting her over the root. Sahar flashed her a wry smile, trying to look braver than he felt.

“Everything’s gon- gon- gonna be fine.”

Sahar willed his hands not to shake as he tore the Axe from the cutting stump and vanished into the woods.

#whump #whump writing #emotional whump #mutant whumpee #mutant whump #negative stimming #emotional overload #autistic mc close to meltdown #but his pet helps him calm down :3 #nothing better than snail snuggles #some flowers have teeth #sahar #gideon #charlotte #post apocalypse whump #post apocalypse story #post apocalypse

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Witcher Fic Mass Post

I have delved deep into the Witcher fandom during these quarantimes. This is a selection of the fics I’ve enjoyed.

All are Geralt/Jaskier unless stated otherwise.

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Louder and Louder - https://archiveofourown.org/works/22295869

Geralt tries to puzzle out why Jaskier keeps following him into danger after danger... completely missing the obvious. There's too great a gulf between what his witcher senses pick up, and what his damaged heart is willing to accept.

"The bard’s heart always beats faster whenever the witcher draws near. That isn't unusual. So do the hearts of most humans he encounters. Not only do they blanch and recoil at the sight of his white hair and amber eyes, but they begin to sweat, the stench of their fear a sour tang at the back of his throat.

But the bard never seems to reek of fear."

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The Courting Jewellery A/B/O - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1689562

Geralt doesn’t wear his courting jewelry—the medallion is apparently a witcher thing, not an omega one—and Jaskier supposes that makes sense. Geralt leads a very active life, and probably saves the jewelry for situations it won’t run the constant risk of getting ruined in. Certainly a nice set of earrings would be a lot more fragile than the plain studs he wears instead. A lot of omegas don’t wear their courting jewelry day to day, anyway, or at least not most of it. Geralt’s hardly unusual in that.

It’s a bit of a shame, though, because Jaskier’d like to see him in it.

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You Follow? - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1620703

I’m a Jaskier Rivia stan first and a person second @whitewolfpackleader: Did @bardofficial win a Grammy? No. But he DID put his husband in a leather tunic for the red carpet and in that sense, we’re all winners tonight

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Front Row Praises - https://archiveofourown.org/works/22326214

The girl rolls her eyes at him. “If you’re just going to stand here ogling the witcher, maybe go and do it out of the way.”

“Ogling.” Jaskier scoffs. “Who’s ogling?”

She looks unimpressed. “Have you told him you want him to fuck you?”

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Even a Small Love - https://archiveofourown.org/works/22473670

“Well,” Jaskier replies distractedly. “Lots of things want to strangle you.”

“You don’t.”

It isn’t a particularly troublesome accusation, or even necessarily an accusation at all.

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Redwood and Dandelion - https://archiveofourown.org/works/22681252

"The Witcher's bought a room for the night, and says he'll pay double for anyone who can bed him without stinking of fear the whole time."

"Oh, I've fucking got this," Jaskier promised.

Or, the one where Jaskier works in a brothel and falls head over heels for the stoic, not-actually-that-scary Witcher who comes in requesting his services.

Geralt doesn't know what he's getting himself into.

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Petrichor - Geralt/Eskel/Jaskier - https://archiveofourown.org/works/22866559/chapters/54652891

“Geralt…? What, by Melitele’s tits, are you doing? The door, man, normal people use a d--... Geralt?” He noticed it now. The feverish sheen on the Witcher’s skin, the alert, skittish look in his eyes and the--. He cleared the distance between them in three strides. Geralt retreated until his back hit the wall with a dull thud, but Jaskier would not be deterred. He shoved his face into the crook of Geralt’s neck and breathed in deeply, his hands gripping the edges of the damp cloak draped over broad shoulders. “You’re…”

“I need… need to ask you… for a…” He clenched his teeth, eyes rolling to the ceiling. Two gloved hands lifted to push Jaskier away from his chest; it felt like trying to move a mountain. Not because Jaskier pushed back, but because every fibre of his being wanted to pull the other way. Ask for a what though? ‘Favour’ didn’t quite fit the bill for what he was about to request, and so he stared at Jaskier with those intense golden eyes, while mentally scrambling for a coherent explanation amidst the brain fog.

The saga of Geralt and Jaskier getting together, falling in love with Eskel, and learning that it's all right to want (and let themselves have) things.

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Where There’s a Witcher - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1604140

Jaskier is a twentysomething recently unemployed journalist and amateur musician looking for his big break. So when he’s saved from the jaws of a wyvern by the infamous Butcher of Blaviken, Geralt of Rivia, he comes up with a brilliant idea: he’ll follow the Witcher around and sing about their exploits. He’ll gain fame and fortune and Geralt will get a much needed image rehab. Everyone wins. Unless Jaskier goes and falls in love like an idiot.

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Tired Symphony Verse - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1597723

Silence reigned between them. Outside there was the dull sound of training swords clashing and Jaskier turned his gaze towards the window, watching the sky outside.

“I’m-- sorry.” Geralt said. It sounded truly remorseful.

Jaskier took a deep breath and then tipped himself slightly to the side, pressing his shoulder against the witcher’s.

“I know.”

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There Goes my Heart Beating - https://archiveofourown.org/works/22382665

“Sometimes,” Geralt says quietly, “I forget that you care.”

Jaskier looks up surprised and sees that Geralt is looking down at him with a small frown on his face. “Geralt,” Jaskier sighs, shaking his head fondly, “you foolish beef-brain. Of course I care.”

Or,

Five times Jaskier asks Geralt questions, and the one time Geralt asked Jaskier.

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Shrug off the Shroud - https://archiveofourown.org/works/23027161

askier's student doesn’t see him when she skids into the tavern. Her friends are already present, drinking merrily, and she slaps their table so hard their tankards rattle.

“Have you heard?" She flashes a gossiper's secretive grin. "The White Wolf’s gone mad.”

After Geralt sends Jaskier away, Jaskier returns to Oxenfurt and builds a good (albeit unfulfilling) life there. He's fine—moving on, truly—until gut-wrenching rumors start to circulate that the White Wolf's lost his his mind. Jaskier's a bard. A truth-teller. He can't just let the rumors go unsubstantiated.

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Sometimes a Hammer, Sometimes a Lockpick - https://archiveofourown.org/works/22998961

Geralt's been in a dungeon for two weeks and is understandably frustrated. Jaskier, on the other hand, is what one might call... livid.

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New Monster Stories - https://archiveofourown.org/works/23097970/chapters/55260658

“So do you have a name?”

“Yeah.” The man who had saved his life less than an hour ago – the white-haired, absurdly buff, weirdly sexy man Jaskier might have called taciturn if he was feeling charitable and surly if he was feeling less so – dug into his second burger.

Jaskier waited. “Are… you going to tell me what it is?”

The man paused mid-bite, and looked at him reproachfully as if to say how dare you. How dare you interrupt me. Can’t you see I’m enjoying my cheeseburger. Can’t you see this cheeseburger is the most important thing in my life right at the moment. He swallowed, and said, “Geralt.”

It turns out almost getting eaten by a werewolf can make your whole life go careening off in a new, terrifying, wondrous, artistically flourishing direction. Who knew?

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When Midnights Break their Sleep - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1647292

The first Snapchat that anyone ever sends Geralt is a picture of his own irritated face.

shrike_princess: can u believe this dumbass finally got a snapchat bc a cute boy asked him nicely

"It wasn't even that nicely," Geralt says flatly.

AKA: The one where Geralt is a bartender and Jaskier sings karaoke.

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An Exaltation of Wolves - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1687699

Jaskier accompanies Geralt to Kaer Morhen for the winter and finds the other Witchers just as prickly--and just as deserving of love--as the White Wolf.

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Lilacs and Dandelions - Jaskier/Yennefer/Geralt - https://archiveofourown.org/works/22929526/chapters/54808162

“The Witcher believes you’re under a spell,” Yennefer said, conversationally, drawing a sip from her tea.

“I most certainly am,” said Jaskier to her in a warm drawl that Geralt recognized as the tone of voice he slipped into when flirting and frankly, things needed to start making more sense and fast before he gave into his impulse to do something rash and wholly unhelpful. Namely, chuck himself out the cottage window and into the sea.

Or Geralt seeks out Yennefer only to find her, of all unbelievable and ridiculous things, shacking up with his bard.

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Woodash and Iron and Leather - https://archiveofourown.org/works/22114921

Jaskier is the only person Geralt's ever been around who doesn't smell of fear

#The Witcher #Witcher #witcher fanfiction #geraskier #geraskefer #RandomFandom #fanfiction #fanfic #fanficrec

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Rambling about Katara and Zutara

Ok so I’m going to kind of just put my two cents out there on this stuff. I joined the ATLA fandom this past summer and just started watching TLOK (my brother and I just finished Book 2 yesterday). This is a hot debate and I just want to ramble on about my opinions on this stuff. A lot of this will focus on Katara’s perspective because I can understand her better than Zuko or Aang due to personal experience. Im just... gonna... get into it now...

I’ll give you some background on me so you guys can understand where I’m coming from. I’m a 15 year old girl with abandonment issues caused by multiple deaths of close friends and family at a young age (my uncle when I was 4, a grandmother like figure when I was 7, my dad’s mum when I was 9 or 10, my great grandma when I was 11, a close friend of my dad’s when I was 13 and many others). I also am the Mum Friend (my friends literally call me “Mum”). I’m the caregiver of the group- the glue, the harmonizer, the therapist, the teacher, the good advice giver etc. (This stuff actually hot me in trouble as a kid and it kind of messed me up). My friends who have seen Avatar have compared me to Katara on multiple occasions and say I’ve got the temperament of a waterbender. You can kind of see where I’d relate, you know?

I do ship Zutara. My brother turned to me during the Book 1: Water- Episode 9~ The Waterbending Scroll and asked, “What if Zuko becomes a good guy and ends up with Katara?” From then on I was on the Zutara hill and I’ll probably die there. It limited ships that I loved from childhood and I thought it would hav been really cool- it would have fit the themes of the show, it would have been a cool thing to see grow and blossom, etc. It had nothing to do with Katara and Zuko being attractive at all- not in the slightest. It also wasn’t me projecting onto Katara. I didn’t really care to notice any major similarities between us until Book Three: Fire- Episode 7~ The Runaway. It was this exchange that changed Katara from my favorite character to someone I could heavily relate to.

Toph: [Sarcasically.] Oh really, Mom? Or what are you gonna do? Send me to my room?

Katara: I wish I could!

Toph: well you can’t! Because you’re not my mom, and you’re not their mom! [Extends her arm at Aang and Sokka, who are sitting on a ledge.]

Katara: I never said I was!

Toph: No, but you act like it! You think it’s your job to boss everyone around, but it’s not! You’re just a regular kid like the rest of us! Stop acting like you can tell me what to do! I can do whatever I want!

I remember bursting out laughing when I heard this. My brother asked me what was up and I paused it and explained that that was a lecture I revived so regularly when I was younger. It really really ended up messing me up. It’s not like I tried to mother anyone- it just happened. I wasn’t controlling it. I didn’t notice I was doing it and I got in trouble. Now things are different and I’ve embraced the fact that I am the designated Mum Freind. Still working on getting over being told off about it in therapy though. Anyway, I think you now can understand where I’m coming from with this “analysis.” Now I’m going to get into it (for real this time lol).

I think I’m going to start with the caregiver stuff. Katara’s mother died when she was very young. It was a very traumatic death. We can infer that Katara blamed herself for this death because the Southern Raiders were looking for the last waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe- her. That’s a lot for an 8 year old to try to process. Here’s the kicker: I don’t think she ever fully processed it until after Book 3: Fire- Episode 16~ The Southern Raiders. She almost immediately helped her grandmother take up the roll as the woman of the house. She probably didn’t feel like she had anyone to talk to about what she was feeling however true or false that’s what she most likely perceived this to be. When Hakoda leaves for war with all of the men of the tribe, Kanna might be the matriarch and help raise Sokka and Katara but even Sokka admits that Katara became a pseudo-mother for him. Taking care of others doesn’t leave a lot of time to deal with your own issues. Sometimes it feels easier to help others face their demons than face your own.

We continue to see Katara become the glue of the Gaang as the series progresses. She keeps them together in the Si Wong desert after Aang leaves her, Sokka, Toph, and Momo. She’s always the one cooking, cleaning, and mending not because she wants to, but because she knows no one else will do it and it needs to be done. We see her try to coax Toph into helping out around camp when she firsts joins the Gaang. It doesn’t work and this conflict continues for most of Book 2 and the beginning of Book 3. All of this time, she’s making it a point to take care of everyone. When the adults show up after the Boiling Rock, she’s still the one making the dinner and probably does a lot of the other chores as well (except for tea making- this will come into play later).

There’s a running joke about Katara being “Momtara” within the ATLA fandom (more the Zutaraians in the fandom than anything else but it’s a pretty well known concept). We continue to see this when the Gaang is on Ember Island. She brings them all drink during training sessions, watches said training sessions in case someone gets hurt and they need her, wrangles Sokka to the best of her ability, and just generally looks out for everyone regardless of age gap. It’s her natural instinct to be motherly. She retains this quality even after she finds Yon Rha. (Getting closure on her mother’s death doesn’t mean losing what had become a major personality trait).

Let’s unpack that now, shall we? Kya dies and Katara thinks it’s her fault. She doesn’t really talk to anyone about it. A few years later, Hakoda leaves to fight in the war. The Southern Water Tribe recives no letters or news about what happened to their warriors at all. Katara felt like she lost another parent. She nearly says as much during Book 3: Fire- Episode 1~ The Awakening.

Hakoda: You’re taking about me too, aren’t you?

Katara: How could you leave us, Dad? [She attempts to wipe away the tears.] I mean, I know we had Gran-Gran, and she loved us, but we were just so lost without you.

Hakoda moves to comfort her as she turns away.

Hakoda: I’m so sorry, Katara.

Katara: [Embraces Hakoda.] I understand why you left. I really do, and I know that you had to go, so why do I still feel this way? I’m so sad and angry and hurt!

The thing that sets off this exchange is Aang running away for the third time since Katara has known him (the fourth time in Aang’s lifetime). The other times he ran were when confronted by the rude fisherman in Book 1: Water- Episode 12~ The Storm, then again during Book 2: Earth- Episode 11~ The Desert. Aang has a, for lack of a better word, chronic running away problem. I’m not mad at him for it. It makes him an interesting character and shows that he too has flaws (even if they aren’t always addressed but that’s an issue with Bryke). When Aang flys away after waking up during 3.1, Katara is distraught.

Katara: He left.

Hakoda: What?

Katara: Aang. He just took his glider and disappeared. He has this ridiculous notion that he has to save the world alone, that it’s all his responsibility.

Hakoda: Maybe that’s his way of being brave.

Katara: Its not brave, it’s selfish and stupid! We could be helping him and I know the world needs him, but doesn’t he know how much we need him, too? How can he just leave us behind?

Katara feels abandoned by Aang. This is completely understandable. She has every right to be angry at him and feel sad that he flew away. He comes back every time but I feel like if I were in her position, as much as I’d hope my friend would come back and I’d tell everyone that I knew he would, I’d still be afraid that there was an off chance that he doesn’t. This is a natural human reaction to this situation. People were seemingly constantly fading in and out of Katara’s life and that just wasn’t good for her mental health. It couldn’t have been. This also raises the question of if someone has a very serious fear of abandonment, would it be healthy to be in a romantic relationship with someone who consistently leaves? Personally I don’t think so. Be friends? Sure. Date? I don’t know. It doesn’t quite sit right with me.

Katara probably feels abandoned by Zuko too. During the Book 2 Finale: Crossroads of Destiny, Katara and Zuko bond in the crystal catacombs under Ba Sing Se. They relate over their shared fear of being abandoned by those they love (yes I think Zuko has abandonment issues too- among other issues/fears). When he turns his back on her, she doesn’t live him (obviously). She has cared about him enough up to that point to offer to use what is arguably her most powerful possession to heal his scar. She cares. Because she cares about him then, she is downright livid when he betrays her. (Of course the difference between Zuko and Aang with this is Zuko leaves once and comes back and he doesn’t leave again. Aang leaves and comes back over and over and over again).

Katara: I thought you had changed!

Zuko: I have changed!

Katara carries the weight of his betrayal on her mind until she and Zuko go on their life changing field trip to confront the man who killed Katara’s mother. This was her time to finally get closure. She had probably had these feelings bottled up for 6 years and didn’t act on them. When she finally had the chance, her best friend and brother tried to stop her. She lashed out.

Katara: We’re going to find the man who took my mother from me.

Sokka pauses and stands up, surprised.

Zuko: Sokka told me the story of what happened. I know who did it and I know how to find him.

Aang: Um ... and what exactly do you think this will accomplish?

Katara: [Shakes her head in dismay.] Ugh, I knew you wouldn’t understand. [Begins to walk away.]

Aang: Wait! Stop! I do understand. You’re feeling unbelievable pain and rage. How do you think I felt about the sandbenders when they stole Appa? How do you think I felt about the Fire Nation when I found out what happened to my people?

Zuko: She needs this, Aang. This is about getting closure and justice.

Aang: I don’t think so. I think this is about getting revenge.

Katara: [Angrily.] Fine, maybe it is! Maybe it’s what he deserves!

Aang: Katara, you sound like Jet.

Katara: Its not the same! Jet attacked the innocent. This man, he’s a monster.

Sokka: Katara, she was my mother, too, but I think Aang might be right.

Katara: Then you didn’t love her the way I did!

Sokka: [Hurt.] Katara!

Katara gets a lot of flack for this interaction. She says Sokka didn’t love their mother like she did and Sokka I’d understandably hurt. It doesn’t excuse what she said, but people do lash out when they are feeling a lot of emotions and they get defensive when they feel like they’re being ganged up on or attacked (I myself am guilty of this sort of thing). What Katara said was wrong but I have no doubt in my mind that she didn’t apologize to Sokka when he and the rest of the Gaang arrive on Ember Island later in the episode. She is seen walking over to him after she hugs Zuko.

Zuko and Katara go after Yon Rha anyway. For once in her life, Katara is feeling emotions and no one is trying to get her to stop or to push them aside. She doesn’t have to be constantly taking care of someone so she can focus on herself. Katara trusts Zuko more than I think she realizes. I mean she trusts him with a lot and he follows through on a lot of unspoken/subconscious agreements and promises.

Zuko is looking out for her. Zuko has her back. Zuko is allowing her to feel all of these emotions and work them out of her own accord. Zuko isn’t telling her to feel one way or another. Zuko isn’t going to judge her for whatever she decides to do when they find Yon Rha or what she does in order for them to get to that point. Zuko ensures she gets the closure she feels she needs.

When he sees her bloodbend, he’s surprised, but he isn’t appalled. When he thinks she’s going to run Yon Rha through with a giant shard of ice, he doesn’t try to stop her. He lets her be her. He sees a dark side of her in a way that no one else in the Gaang has seen. It’s strangely intimate. Clearly it has enough of an impact to make her forgive him. She knows he isn’t going to abandon betray her and her friend again.

Once they become friends, and even before that, Zuko starts to help out with small things here and there. We see him making tea for all of the kids at dinner. He tells jokes to make them laugh. He teaches Aang firebending. He goes with Sokka to the Boiling Rock to make sure he doesn’t get himself killed or in a prison cell for the rest of his life. With all of this, “Dadko” is born.

If you strip away Zuko’s anger, he just becomes the awkward-turtleduck-first-time-father that we all know and love. There’s more balance in the Gaang with him there to help and become an “authority” figure with Katara. They become the parents of the other members of the Gaang. It’s an interesting shift in their relationship- enemies to unsteady acquaintances to enemies to frenemies to friends. They’re close enough that they show small signs of physical intimacy and they tease each other.

Also if you look close enough when the Gaang walks into the “seedy Earth Kingdom tavern,” Zuko and Katara appear to be holding hands and are near each other from then until the finale episodes. They are clearly just great friends by the end of the show. I mean Zuko also takes a bolt of lightning to the chest for her...

Zuko doesn’t leave when his life gets difficult- not after he joins the Gaang. He made that mistake once and he won’t make it again. Aang was always part of the Gaang but continued to leave (again, I’m not mad at him for it but he never seems to realize the effect it has on the people around him- especially Katara). Zuko also doesn’t all but forget Katara and continue to run around the world. When Zuko fully decides to stick around, you best believe he is sticking around.

This works really well for Zutara. They’re both each other’s rock. They support each other and help each other in times of trouble. Do they argue? Yes. Is that a normal part of a healthy relationship- romantic or otherwise? Yes. Do they take care of and look out for each other while also not smothering or suffocating each other? Yes. I don’t know about you but this sounds stable and healthy to me. They balance each other out so well (I’m not going to get too into that because if you’re reading this you probably already know with the whole Tui and La, Yin and Yang, Oma and Shu thing).

Now, this is a big deal for me and it makes me furious, but Katara is forgotten by history. She has no statue. She is reduced to a housewife and healer- things our wonderful water feminist was afraid of becoming as an adult. I mean this girl

This girl

THIS GIRL

She becomes nothing but a housewife stuck in a healing hut who gets forgotten by the world and left behind by her family just... let’s all of that happen? Yeah that’s pretty unrealistic. I think about this frequently and with starting TLOK I have formed even more opinions and have a little thingy (I don’t know what to call it) for what happened to her.

Kya II is everything Teenage Katara wanted to do and be before settling down. Old Katara is everything Teenage Katara was so afraid of become reduced to/becoming.

It’s an interesting way to think about it and I thought I’d share. Now if Katara was Fire Lady, she wouldn’t end up like that. She’d have the power to change the world and continue to fight for what she believed in. She could have helped with the trail with Yakone. Katara has so much potential to not be forgotten or brushed aside and somehow it happened. It makes me so sad. The potential Zutara had to make sure Katara had a genuine legacy was right there at their finger tips and they didn’t use it. What a shame. What a shame.

With all of the things I’ve talked about, I just feel like Zutara would have been better for Katara than Kataang was. I think that’s more Bryke not developing the relationship well enough and instead choosing to be sloppy and selfish in the way they structured the relationship. Yeah this is my rambling on about the issue. Hope it was mildly entertaining! If you want me to write something about how Zuko would have benefited from Zutara, let me know!

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klariwitch · 3 years

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You’ll Love Me Again

No one ever really mentioned all the symptoms that comes with heartbreak. For one, your heart quite literally hurt. It burned. Not in the sorts that felt like heart burn, but more so like it was falling. The feeling of weightlessness. Yet, at the same time you felt as heavy as can be. From there its just full on misery. Y’know how people will say they feel like they just got hit by a truck? Yeah. Yeah its that.

“I’m uh, how do i put this without you going all vigilante mode on me? I’m into your sister,” Kon was grinning stupidly now.

Oh!

oh.

Tim felt his heart sink and then the nausea began to settle in.

“My? My what?” Tim shook his head in disbelief. Kon didn’t like him. He liked-

“Cass. Kon likes Cass, Steph,”

“Yknow when I see him next, you best believe I’m bringing that kryptonite ring, I’m gonna-“

“I feel sick to my fucking stomach,” the Robin sobbed over the phone.

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The answering voice sighed. She still felt the shock of Tim crying on the phone with her, about a boy of all things. And, although the she wanted to slap the living shit out of the both of them, she also knew it was best to be calm and to let him cry on. “I know, I feel you Timmy, been there, done that,” she gave the phone a sad smile.

“I can’t even comprehend how that’s a thing. Seriously, Steph, how?!” His eyes seemed to bulge, one step closer to completely freaking out. He laid back on his bed, the phone still close to pressing against his ear, and salted tears running down his reddened cheeks.

He was a bat. A detective. Trained by old comics and the world’s greatest himself, batman. So, how on earth was he feeling so sunk by all these emotions? Why so much all this once? How was he to cry over the phone to Stephanie Brown over not just a boy, but the superboy. And, not just because he didn’t like him back—no, that wasn’t even able to be gotten out—but because he planned to ask out Tim’s own sister.

“Could my life really get anymore amusing, Steph? This is fucking humiliating,”

“Tim, I’m seriously so sorry this just all around sucks. Were you really planning on telling him, though?” The voice questioned over the device.

“Yes,” the boy cringed, “ I had a whole speech planned out to tell him tonight. Talk about bad timing,” his breath slowed. Without all the tears now, he felt tired. So completely drained for ever believing his best friend would ever see him much more than just that. Best friends.

“Why don’t you just spend some time away from him? Not exactly to cut off all contact, but more so just hanging out less? Maybe start making up excuses like Bruce needs you working on a case more, or that your parents have been home?” She suggested.

Actually, it wasn’t the worst idea, either. Kon would be okay with him being busy, and in the meantime he would take that step back and convince himself Kon wasn’t really the one.

“You’re right,”

“I am, aren’t I? Y’know it actually feels really nice to hear you say that for once, maybe just once more?” The girl pressed playfully.

He scoffed. “Yeah wouldn’t you like that?” The Robins teased one another, after all she could always make him feel better. “Alright, I think I have to call it a night. I’m gonna go throw up and then to bed.” He wasn’t lying, either. For whatever reason after speaking to Conner his head hurt like hell and his stomach carried what felt like a flu virus.

“Goodnight, Tim,”

“Night, Steph,”

*****

“Well,”

“Well?”

“It’s been about a month,”

“Tim,”

“I think I’m actually okay this time. I don’t feel so achey around him anymore! I told you we met up after patrol tonight!” The boy exclaimed over the line, a smile captured on his lips.

“Okay, so, it went alright, then?” Steph asked. She cringed a bit. No way his feelings where just poof gone.

“Steph, it went great,” assured Tim. “I think we plan on doing the same thing tomorrow...it just nice to have my best friend back, yknow?”

“Tim, it’s really okay if you still need time, you know that, right?”

“Steph. I promise. I’m okay, my feelings for Kon are completely gone,”

*****

“You’re here on time” the boy in front of him called. A small chuckle arose, “did bats let you off early?”

“Yes, actually, how’d you know?” Tim smiled. He sat down right beside him on the edge of the rooftop. Ironically, sitting on top of a fifteen story building, next to a superhuman somehow managed to be the spot he always felt the safest. He assumed, it was all about the trust. All about a matter of not having to worry that Kon might decide to push him overboard unexpectedly, or even if the building suddenly gave out. The only fault there was, why did he still have that trust for him? Admittedly, Kon had never exactly tried to send him soaring off a rooftop, but wasn’t heart break a close equivalent?

“Tim?” The familiar hand waved in his face. Tim carefully swatted it away.

“What?”

“I asked you how your day was?”

“Oh,” Tim nodded. He even looked down as if his fingers might curate him the perfect move. Spoiler alert: they did not. “It was…well, I mean kind of slow? Patrol and all that,” the last bit came out as a mutter. Why was he there, again? Honestly, he couldn’t even look at him now. He had thought he was fine, really he did, but what exactly did fine mean? Ignorance, in this case.

The only problem was, he just couldn’t let go. In movies and literature it was always so much easier, because it just always works out for them. They have a promised happy ending. For Tim, none of that was a guarantee.

It was like..insurance. insurance that he did not have. Because, even when the character didn’t end up with their love, they still found something great—like a new person or happiness. And now, all happiness was looking like without Kon was a cold bottle of chardonnay stolen from his mother’s wine cabinet.

“Are you okay?” Kon asked then. His face carried worry and all kinds of fear.

Shit

shit

‘Don’t make me lie to you’ The shorter boy thought. He didn’t want to, it honestly wasn’t something he could find the energy for anymore. “I, uh,” he felt his phone vibrate under his thigh. He didn’t answer it, it would only be Steph wanting to know what was happening.

“What is it, Rob? Spit it out,” the meta pushed, a cheerful smile forming his face.

“I…don’t think I can?” Answered Tim.

“Huh, well, why not? Its okay, you know you can tell me anything, right?”

The raven haired boy just stared at him, mouth split open stupidly. “Right! Right. Yes, I know that,” he nodded.

“So?”

“Right…” he bit his lip till blood arose and the feeling of confidence came beside it. “Could I, show you, instead?” He requested.

“Sure? I mean, yeah. Of course you can, anything that helps,” Kon nodded willingly.

Was he really going to do that? Where was some sort of memory wiper when you needed it? He’d do anything to redo the last ten minutes.

He sighed. Was he really about to do this? In all fairness, he had been wanting to for some time. Okay, he’d do it. Okay. Maybe not? “Y’know what?” Tim turned. they were closer than he had thought they were. No going back now, right? He laughed sickly, “fuck it.” Evenly, his face melted to a smile as he leaned him, pressing his lips ever so gently against Kon’s.

He couldn’t believe it. He was kissing Kon. His best friend. The boy who unknowingly broke his heart just months ago. This was...unbelievable. It always seemed like it was so incredibly out of reach and get here he was now, kissing him. Did that mean Kon really did like-

“Woah,” and just like that he was pushed away. He’d have to fight through the tears at an arms length distance now. “Hey, sorry, Tim I’m flattered, really, it’s just-“

“Okay, look, I probably should have waited, I just, I don’t know? Ever since you were talking about Cass I just couldn’t get you off my mind, and that’s why I stayed away for so long. Look, most people can just watch, too Kon. Most can just love from afar and wait. Im sorry, but I can’t do that. Im not that person, okay? I’m selfish. So selfish. I hate that I am and i’m sorry, but I can’t just watch, okay? I can’t,” Tim heaved a breath. He wanted to get it all out so bad and now he had spoiled the vibe. “Im sorry to burst your perfect little bubble, I just fucking can’t. Now I see it was a mistake too, because i thought you liked me back. I really did,” his lip bled. Biting too hard again? “You just don’t get it, okay? We’re supposed to be together. Everyone thinks so. We’re best friends, Kon. We’re the beautiful love story. Look, I’ve been telling myself that forever, and you’re just supposed to feel the same,” he shrugged. Just as if it was no big deal.

Kon groaned. He considered for a moment to grab ok to his hands but for obvious reasons that wasn’t exactly appropriate. “Tim. Hey, you don’t have to apologize. Im glad you told me. To be honest, I kind of like you too,”

“Wait, really?” Tim smiled, searching the meta’s face for any truth.

“What? Are you even listening to me? Tim, I’m sorry but I can’t be apart of your little fantasy..” It was clear it pained his friend to say al this. “We’re not some sort of destined couple or whatever you think we are. It just doesn’t work that way, okay?”

Oh. So, not as he expected.

Right

“Well, why not?” The Robin urged, hurt growing in his blue eyes.

“I’m dating Cass,” breathed Kon. “Look, we were going to tell you tomorrow but then all of this happened...I’m sorry, I should have told you,”

Ouch. Fuck. Again?

“Right,” was all he could mutter. “I’m uh. I’m sorry, Kon,” he had to leave. Had to get out of there fire his eyelids broke like dams and he had to muffle his own screams. “I think I’m going to head out, actually..goodnight, Kon,” Tim sighed. He walked off then, taking deep breaths to help ignore the boy calling his name behind him. He could catch him if he wanted to. Easily. Obviously he didn’t want to. Kon loved Cass...not Tim.

****

“I kissed him,”

“You what?!” The voice over the phone sounded livid.

“Yeah, yeah I know stupid, right?” Tim sighed. He sat on his bed, holding a chilled glass of chardonnay, just as he had promised himself.

“Im guessing it didn’t go so well?”

He could hear her cringe over the phone. Tim didn’t respond. Instead, he simply sipped his drink: dry. This one was eruopean as were most of the others, rolled in oak barrels and some sort of fruit. It was like drinking Kon’s scent. Whatever cheap cologne he decided to douce himself in every morning some how crawled its way into his head to torture him. He set the glass down.

“Im sorry, Tim, you really-”

“Its okay, Steph, really,” insisted Tim, having cut her off.

“Is it?” The girl asked genuinely.

“Yes. I’ve decided I cannot change it, so yes, its fine,”

“Wow. Okay. Thats, that’s actually very mature of you,”

The robin nodded, although obviously not visible.

“Goodnight, Steph,” he called into the phone.

“Goodnight, Tim,” she huffed back, right before leaving him in inconsiderable silence.

The boy picked up the wine glass again. He stared deeply into the few bubbled and cringed with the inhale of smoke and aged French oak.

“You’re really messing with my mind, huh, Conner Kent?”

Tim glanced around. His room was gloomy. sad. Dimmed. He wished for Kon to come light it up a bit, yet he didn’t. They’d be apart for now, but he’d turn around eventually. He would get his fantasy.

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prorevenge · 4 years

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Make me wait for my money. I’ll take the engine back.

I’ll get this out right at the top. I posted this a few years back but after another grandfather story I was asked about it so I thought I’d bring it back and clean it up a little. This was all done on my phone so I hope it’s still readable.

Secondly this was not me and thirdly this was some time ago. TLDR at the end.

My grandfather had been retired for a bit after getting hurt on his job at the railroad, actually got crushed between two boxcars. Being a little bored at the time he offered a local Indy VW shop owner his time to run for parts and other errands in exchange for some help on his VW Squareback. Carbs he could’ve handled but this was some German fuel injection voodoo and not quite his thing.

So one day my grandfather returns to the shop in the afternoon to find J the owner of the shop rummaging around and acting pretty pissed off and he ask him what was up.

The story went that J had just rebuilt and installed an engine for a customer and the guy picked up the car that morning and had paid with a check.

While J liked cash better, being circa 1980 this wasn’t uncommon.

When J went to cash the check at lunch the bank informed him that payment on the check had been stopped. He asked them when, as he had just received it a few hours ago. They told him just this morning. So apparently the owner of the car paid the bill and went to the bank and immediately cancelled the check to stop the payment in his freshly repaired car.

J called the guy on the phone and asked him what the hell happened, why was the check cancelled. The guy said. “You made me wait for my car, so I’m going to make you wait for your money.”

What had happened, was one of the parts for the engine had been delayed a few days and J couldn’t finish the job when initially promised but as soon as the part came in he put the engine back together and got the guy his car back.

Needless to say J was pissed. It’s Friday and he wanted to wrap things up a little early and getting paid for an engine rebuild was a nice wrap up to the week.

Now the revenge.

J asked my grandfather to come with him, he grabbed a few tools and he hopped in his little pickup, a VW of course and off they went.

They drive over to the guys house, knowing where he lived based on the him being a customer and having the address on the cancelled check. Pulled up to the guys house and proceeded to remove the engine from the car in about 10 minutes. While this might seem unbelievable if you ever worked on a an old aircooled VW they are literally held in by 4 bolts, a couple of screws and a few wires and a good mechanic could have one out in no time at all and J had been at this fair years. After it was removed my Grandfather helped him put the engine in the back of the truck. While a little bulky a complete VW engine is not that heavy and two people can easily lift it.

Now the Pro revenge.

After they had the motor loaded up J wrote a note and left it under the wiper. “When you decide to pay me just add in an extra $$ to pay for the removal and replacement of the engine and for the time it took me to come over here and get it....asshole” and they drove off

A few hours later The guy called J back and was livid when his new engine wouldn't start. It may not have been obvious (but should have been) when he walked to the car and it wasnt sitting right. They sit a little high without the extra weight.

He was promptly reamed by J about the whole thing and told if he wanted the engine back he needed to pay the extra time and labor and most likely in cash. I am making an assumption on how the actual events unfolded as it was almost 40 years ago but J could be a dick as well.

TLDR. Guy withheld payment on an engine replacement to a local Indy shop owner so the guy went to his house and took the engine back and then charged him for the labor.

FWIW. Engine = Motor.

Edit. I think this is a Pro enough as a few people didn’t think my last one qualifies.

(source) story by (/u/Jeheh)

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boldly-ho · 4 years

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Another Life - Chapter 19

Fandom: What We Do in the Shadows

Pairing: Vladislav x Reader

Series Rating: E

Word Count: 3030

Chapter Summary: After a close brush with danger, Reader is incredibly shaken. Vladislav keeps her safe.

A/N: As always, cross posted to AO3.

The evening after your collective drunkenness, you had considered hiding in your room, avoiding everyone, particularly Vladislav. Instead, you’d put on a brave face that night, and every night since, pretending that nothing had happened and that nothing was wrong. You weren’t sure how convincing you were, but no one said anything about it, at least.

You jumped half out of your skin when Vladislav all but yelled in your ear in order to be heard over the thumping dance music. “I’ve found someone and I’m going home! Can you make it back yourself?”

You nodded and offered him a thumbs up instead of shouting to be heard. You watched him leave, his arm resting over the shoulders of his ‘someone,’ most certainly a victim. Viago and Deacon had both already left with ‘someones’ of their own, making you the last member of your party at the club.

As the loud song ended, you made your way off the dance floor, ready to pay your tab and get home. Instead, you collided with another person, as apparently neither of you were looking where you were going.

“I’m sorry!” you shouted over the next song, placing a hand on his cool forearm, both to steady yourself and to check on him.

He offered you a small, close-mouthed smile. “It was my fault entirely! Can I offer you a drink?”

You considered his offer. He was unbelievably attractive, with blue eyes, and dark, thick hair. He exuded confidence and charm. Still, you’d wanted to get home, and as attractive as he was, you weren’t too interested in taking any flirtation farther than that.

Eventually you shook your head. “No, thank you. Maybe another time.”

He nodded kindly, accepting your rejection with a grace that almost made you reconsider. “At least allow me to walk you out?”

His voice took on a new cadence, becoming almost musical. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you looked into his eyes. The club faded until the world consisted of nothing but him.

“Of course,” you answered breathlessly, forgetting all about your unpaid tab.

He gently grabbed your overheated hand in his cooler one, and took you out a side door. It was clearly a fire exit, as it was away from the crowd of club patrons and almost opposite the main entrance. It led into an empty alley, rather than out onto the street. Though you could see the occasional person pass by the alleyway’s entrance, they clearly did not see either of you standing in the shadows.

You didn’t mind. You liked being alone with him. He flashed you a dizzying smile as he pushed you up against the brick wall of the club. His white fangs sparkled under the lone light above the club’s side door.

You faltered, putting your hands between yourself and the man as he leaned in towards you. Hadn’t you wanted to go home? You’d rejected his drink offer. You didn’t want to be here. Right? How had the two of you even gotten out here?

“Wait!” you shouted a bit too loudly, suddenly panicked. “I- I don’t want…” you trailed off again, no longer panicked or upset, but unsure and confused. You weren’t sure anymore what you didn’t want.

“Of course you do,” he answered anyway. And he was right. Of course you did. You loved the way his voice sounded.

He leaned towards you again, and you felt his lips brush your neck. Goosebumps prickled at your skin as you shivered. You craved his touch. You tilted your head, giving him better access. His lips parted gently.

Suddenly, violently, he was torn from your body, and it was like a bucket of icy water had washed over you, leaving you dazed. You looked around quickly, trying to get your bearings. Where were you? How had you gotten here?

You stood in a dark alley, standing against a filthy brick wall. Across the narrow space, Vladislav stood with the man you’d bumped into into the club. Though ‘stood’ wasn’t the half of it. They were struggling, grappling with one another in a fight you couldn’t begin to identify the cause of. You watched as they wrestled, unsure what, if anything, you should do. Finally, Vladislav seemed to gain the upper hand, harshly gripping the other man by the front of his shirt and slamming him into the exterior of the neighboring building, where his head smacked with a sickening thud against the brick.

You gasped in shock. A blow to the head such as that would have easily rendered you unconscious or worse, but the man seemed unfazed, glaring at Vladislav who held him pinned to the wall.

He hissed in Vladislav’s face, and you saw his exposed fangs. Oh, god. Fangs. You’d been alone with a strange vampire in a dark alley. What had almost just happened to you? You felt suddenly dizzy with belated fear.

“What’s your fucking problem!” the vampire spat. “I saw you with her, but you left her! She was fair game!”

Vladislav growled and pushed the vampire harder against the wall as he said, “Don’t fucking touch her.” His voice was dangerously calm and you felt a chill run down your spine in response to his words.

“What, is she your familiar?” he sneered.

Vladislav slammed him against the brick again, and there was a resounding crack as his head hit the wall a second time. This appeared to have much more of an effect than the first blow did, and his head lolled for a second before his half-glazed eyes rose again to meet your flatmate’s.

“Don’t fucking touch her,” Vladislav repeated menacingly. “She’s under my protection.” With that, Vladislav dropped the other vampire, who sunk to the ground, before scrambling up to the best of his ability in his still-disoriented state, and running out of the alley, not stopping to give you a second glance.

Your heart was racing, both from witnessing the altercation between the two vampires and from the cold fear of realizing what would have happened had Vladislav not found you.

You opened your mouth to thank him, but snapped it shut when he whirled around to face you, eyes still blazing with rage. As he took a step towards you, you instinctively tried to take one back, bumping up against the wall.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” His voice was no longer calm.

Vladislav had never spoken sternly to you before, let alone yelled as he was doing now. You couldn’t even remember the last time anyone had actually yelled at you, not really. You blinked back the tears that were springing to your eyes.

“Well?” he shouted at you. You realized his original query had not been rhetorical. “What possessed you to follow a vampire into an empty alley in the middle of the night! Don’t you have any sense at all? And where’s that damn necklace? It won’t do you any good if you don’t actually wear it!”

You initial upset was replaced by indignation at his accusations. As if you would knowingly and purposely put yourself in such a dangerous situation.

“I am wearing it!” you shouted back. “And if you don’t stop fucking yelling at me, I’ll take it out and prove it!”

Vladislav huffed but shut his mouth.

“He must have hypnotized me.” You volume was lowered, but your tone was still just as biting. “I don’t just follow strange men into dark, isolated places; I’m not a fucking moron. I don’t even remember leaving the club.”

He nodded at your words, but didn’t say anything other than, “Let’s go home.”

You wanted to tell him no. That he could fuck right off and you would get home without him. Only now, after your close call, you didn’t feel entirely certain you would make it home without him. You felt unsafe, and you’d rather walk in angry silence than fearful solitude.

Still, you were livid, so you walked towards the street without acknowledging him, trusting that he’d follow. He did.

The two of you walked side by side for a few blocks in total silence, both stubbornly looking straight ahead.

“Are you alright?” he finally asked.

You brought your hand up to your neck, feeling the ghostly sensation of that vampire’s mouth on you as you replied, “Yes. Thank you.” You still looked pointedly ahead, though you could feel his eyes on you.

“I’m sorry I shouted at you.”

“Thank you,” you said again. “I’m sorry I shouted, too.”

You finally brought your head up to meet his gaze, and almost tripped when you saw the distress on his face as he looked at you. You stopped walking, placing a hand gently on his arm to stop him.

“Are you okay? You seem pretty shaken.” You, of course, were shaken as well, and probably looked even more upset than he did. But you imagined that was to be expected. He looked incredibly unsettled for someone who hadn’t been almost eaten.

“I thought you were dead.” He said it like it was an accusation, and you tried not to take offense. “I was up the street when I heard you yell, and by the time I got to that alley, I could see you pressed up against that wall, with that vile creature’s mouth on your neck, and I thought I was too late, that you were being drained of all your blood.” He spoke through gritted teeth, and you saw a vein visibly pulse across his forehead. “I thought that maybe, if I was lucky, I’d be able to at least turn you into a vampire before it was too late, but I really thought you were already dead.”

“You were going to turn me into a vampire?”

“If it was the only way to save you, then yes.”

You thought for a moment before speaking. For whatever reason, you mind flashed to Kura’s missing person poster. “But, I don’t want to be a vampire.”

“That wasn’t really my point, Y/N.”

“No, right, of course not. Sorry.”

The two of you resumed walking, though this time with less distance between you.

“Thank you,” you said softly. “I really don’t know how it happened.”

“He hypnotized you,” Vladislav confirmed. “If you don’t remember anything, then it was hypnosis.”

“Was there anything I could have done?”

“No.”

The necklace you wore felt suddenly heavy, and you no longer felt safe with it. It was as if it existed only as a cruel reminder of your true helplessness. You felt hot tears prick your eyes again. You tried blinking them away, but Vladislav noticed.

“Hey,” he said gently. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. You hated crying in front of other people. “Nothing, sorry.”

You approached the house at last, and made a beeline for the front door before Vladislav stopped you, pulling you down to sit beside him on the front steps.

“It’s not nothing. Do you want to talk about it out here? Before we go in and have to deal with everyone else?”

His kind treatment of you, clearly spurred by your tears and in such a juxtaposition of his early shouting, threw you over the edge, and your tears flowed more freely, morphing into soft sobs.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” you apologized for your crying. “It’s just- I’m just- I’m helpless and defenseless, and I was almost killed tonight! And what if you weren’t there? What if-“ The words fell out rapidly, punctuated by your crying.

“Well, I was there,” he said firmly, looking into your wet eyes, a concerned frown etched onto his face.

Your crying slowed, and you took a deep breath, momentarily calmed by his reassurance. You knew though that he couldn’t always be there, and that his being there tonight was more luck than anything else. You couldn’t imagine ever feeling safe again after what had transpired.

You spoke again, voice breaking as you did so, “Vladislav, I’m scared.”

He said nothing, instead gathering you to him in a tight hug, nearly pulling you onto his lap. You were stunned for a moment, but leaned into it, letting your tears fall again as you buried your head in his half-exposed chest. After a minute or so, you felt his face bury in your hair as he quietly shushed you, stroking your back.

After a while, your tears stopped, but you stayed put, comforted by his holding you. You heard the front door open, and tensed, preparing to leap away from Vladislav. But his gripped tightened on you, not so much as to be harsh, just enough to stop you from leaving. You relaxed in his arms, once again keeping you face hidden against him, not caring enough about who had opened the door or what this looked like. You were thoroughly exhausted from a combination of the late hour, your brush with death, and your sobbing fit.

“What’s happening?” It was Viago.

“Y/N had an uncomfortably close call with another vampire. She’s pretty shaken up.” You felt his words rumble through his body as much as you heard them.

You thought maybe you should be irritated that they were talking about you like you weren’t there, but you were too physically and emotionally drained to participate, anyway.

“Is she okay? How close a call? With who?”

“I’ll tell you about it later. I’m going to try to get her up to bed for the night.” You felt panic rise inside you again at the prospect of being alone. As if reading your mind, he continued, “I’ll probably stay with her until she falls asleep. Can you have a glass ready for me after? I didn’t get a chance to eat anything.”

“Sorry,” you muttered against him, feeling fresh guilt over causing his hunger.

He ignored you.

“Ja, I can do that,” Viago affirmed.

You heard the front door click shut once again, then felt Vladislav’s hand move up from its place on your back to pull the back hair from your face. Your face now visible, you turned your eyes up to his without moving from your resting position on his chest.

“Hi,” you said upon making eye contact.

“Hi.” The corners of his mouth twitched up. “You heard the plan. Are you ready for bed? Can you walk or do you need help?”

Certain that help meant being carried, and already embarrassed enough and dreading seeing anyone after your minor mental breakdown, with your face still blotchy and tear-streaked, you assured him you could get upstairs yourself. You both walked into the lounge, and you steadfastly ignored your flatmates’ greetings, looking at the ground as you made your way to and up the stairs, with Vladislav right behind you.

You kicked your shoes off immediately upon entering your bedroom, and went straight for the dresser, rummaging through for something to wear to bed. Armed with a soft t-shirt and pair of lounge shorts crumpled in your fisted grip, you turned around to find Vladislav leaning against the doorframe. You waved the pajamas at him as you walked past the bed to your en suite bathroom.

“I’ll just change in there.”

Instead of entering the bathroom, though, you stopped just shy of the door, suddenly terrified of being alone in there. It was stupid. You knew it was stupid. Nothing could happen to you in the bathroom. And even if it could, Vladislav would be right outside, here in your room. Your other flatmates were just downstairs. There was no reason to be afraid. Any other vampires can’t even enter the house without being invited.

Still, you couldn’t be alone. Not yet. Not now.

“Um, could you actually just turn around instead?”

Vladislav cocked his head in confusion.

“So I can change in here?”

He turned around, now facing out into the hallway, as you quickly removed your dress and bra, and pulled on the shirt and shorts in such haste that the shirt was inside out and had to be removed and donned again correctly. You kept your eyes on Vladislav’s form the entire time, but he remained steadfastly faced away from you.

You gently cleared your throat as you kicked aside the dirty clothes, planning to deal with them tomorrow. “You can turn back around; I’m dressed.”

Unsure of what exactly came next, you decided to do what you would do if you were alone, and climbed into bed.

“Do you need me to stay?”

Not trusting yourself to answer aloud, you nodded.

“Lights off?” he asked.

You nodded again and he flipped the switch, plunging the room into darkness.

The room was silent. After a brief pause, the blankets lifted, and you felt the mattress dip. He was climbing into bed with you.

Obviously.

What else was he supposed to do? You don’t have a chair in your room. Was he just supposed stand awkwardly by the door until you drifted off? The bed was plenty big enough for two. You weren’t even touching.

You relaxed again, making yourself comfortable among the pillows and blankets. Your body was exhausted and ready for sleep. Your mind, however, was not.

Your eyes remained wide open, staring out into nothing. The moonlight from outside you windows cast long shadows across the room, and your tired mind invented frightful villains in every corner. You were being ridiculous. You were safe. You knew you were safe.

You just couldn’t seem to feel safe.

You tried to slow your racing heart. When had it started beating so fast?

“Are you okay?”

His sudden voice beside you startled you, and you jolted. “What?”

“You’re not sleeping. You’re nearly hyperventilating.”

“I’m scared of the dark.” Your immediate honesty surprised even you.

“Do you want the lights back on?”

“No. I won’t be able to sleep with the lights on.”

“You’re not able to sleep now,” he sighed.

“I’m sorry.” The words were barely a whisper, breathed more than spoken.

His hand reached out in the dark, resting on your forearm.

“You’re safe, Y/N. I’m right here.”

You couldn’t say how long it took, but eventually you were able to succumb to sleep, his cool hand still reassuringly against your skin.

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eleanor-devil · 3 years

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Boruto: Sacrifices [Remade] | Chap.9 - Race Against Time

Written by: Eleanor-Devil & @mirage-05

Naruto stopped abruptly as Konohamaru sprang to his feet, not drawing out a weapon yet but on his guard in any case. A look from the Hokage told him to stay put. "Orochimaru..." the blond frowned, it was clear that the serpent man was angry, he had reasons to be... "Please... let me take him back to the village, he needs help...!" "Oh? You noticed that?" a thick layer of venomous sarcasm coated his words as the sannin felt his hatred bubbling beneath the surface. "Where were you when he was being beaten to death then? Why was there only my son out here, fighting these rogues off alone?!" Naruto didn't know what to say... Orochimaru was right, he hadn't been there when Mitsuki was attacked... The Hokage's silence only served to prove his point. "I am going to get him the necessary help, and that is not going to be from that wretched village which abandoned him in his time of need." The blond man tried to gulp as he kept staring at Mitsuki, the amount of blood... Through his lifetime, he had seen too many scenes like this, but seeing a child in this situation... and what had caused this to happen...it was hard to see, and he knew the Sannin had more than enough reasons to take his son and leave now, but… he couldn't - no, he wouldn't let the boy go away to an almost certain death!

"I accept full responsibility for what happened to Mitsuki," he said, almost in a whisper, his voice too strained. "But blaming won't help him now! He needs to be taken to a full-fledged hospital which is easier and quicker to reach..." "I have more than capable disciples who can and will take care of him. We do not need your charity." "Charity?!" His voice now came stronger, urgency and anger filling it. "Do you even know which hideout Karin is in?!" "None of your concern." "It IS my damn concern!" the Hokage yelled finally. "Are you out of your mind?! He is dying...!" "You are not going to talk to me like this...!" the black haired man yelled, furious as he leaned forward in an attack position. "I am taking my son out of here!" Konohamaru tensed at Orochimaru’s words but he wasn’t ready for Boruto’s panicked, incredulous voice rising from behind him. “What?! No, you can’t take him!” “Boruto!” the jounin hissed, his eyes on the black haired man as he turned around. He moved another inch, blocking his team completely from view. And it was maybe a good thing - with blood all over him, the snake sannin did pose a very formidable sight. Not that in any other case there would be a reason for Konohamaru to trust the man… he was suddenly very conscious of the one fact he had never forgotten. This man… he had killed his grandfather when he was still a kid… And killed all those innocent children in the orphanage like it was nothing… There hadn’t been any other nuke ninja from Konoha that did - and still does - this amount of damage to the village, and considering all that, it sounded like a tasteless joke that he should be so livid right now… It was all Konohamaru could do not to give into his instincts and attack the Sannin right there and then. Although he was unsure if it would be a fight he could win. But… there was something - someone infinitely more important right now. As unbelievable as it was, the sannin’s insatiable fury was justified in its own right - they had to rush Mitsuki to the care he needed. “And who is going to stop me?” Orochimaru hissed, snapping the young man out of his thoughts. Of course Boruto couldn’t see the Sannin around his sensei, but there was no mistaking the hostile tone. “I…” he started but his voice faltered, clearly intimidated. His hesitation, though, was only for a second, he refused to sit aside and watch as his best friend was taken from him to an unknown fate. His voice gained volume as he countered. “I am.” he said stubbornly. “I can’t let you take him to God knows where.” There was a very brief pause before Sarada, with an equally determined voice, spoke. “I can’t, either.” The Sannin’s eyebrows furrowed and in the next second, he was a flash that the jounin’s eyes couldn’t follow, standing right behind him, facing the kids. Naruto moved to rush towards them while Konohamaru turned himself but was stopped short when he suddenly found the cold edge of a sword against his throat. Boruto and Sarada gasped at the sight, their eyes going wide. Mitsuki tried to say something but his voice was barely heard, he was too weak. “And why do impudent children like you care about what happens to him?” the Sannin spoke with a raised eyebrow, otherwise remaining motionless. “B-Because…” one had to give it to Boruto, despite the fact that he was obviously scared, he was still gazing defiantly at Orochimaru while trying to hold back tears. “Because he is my best friend!” “Just let us take care of him…” Konohamaru’s voice was tight with his jumbling emotions, a mixture of desperation, panic and thinly veiled discontent. “Give him a fighting chance for heaven’s sake!” Maybe it was the choice of words, or the already thin line of the sannin’s patience, but Orochimaru’s muscles suddenly tightened, and the sword moved- “FATHER!” Mitsuki seemed to find his voice right then, trying to yell in an attempt to make his voice heard. But the strain made him cough up more blood, and his vision blurred as he wheezed and slumped back in Boruto’s arms. That was too much. "Would you stop being selfish and think about him for a moment?!" Boruto yelled, squeezing his friend's good hand. "Do you intend for him to die?! If you care so much about him, let him be taken care of properly!!" “You will remain by his side,” Naruto said, sudden realization dawning on him. “I grant you permission to enter the village.” For a moment it looked like the Sannin might have a say about that… But then, without a word and lightning fast, Orochimaru dropped the sword, knelt beside the kids and took Mitsuki’s bloodied body in his arms. He gave one last glare at the Hokage before he jumped towards the trees and disappeared. “No!” Boruto shouted and jumped to his feet, but his sensei’s voice stopped him. “Patch it up you two, we are heading back to the village!” He didn’t know for sure that the sannin was heading to Konoha, but his best bet now was that Orochimaru would heed to the Hokage’s promise. Naruto quickly looked at the two men they had caught and made a snap decision. "Kurama!" he yelled, and the fox appeared beside him. Kurama had watched from inside the Hokage, so he knew exactly what the situation was. He took a quick look around, noticed two bound men, and a few feet away from them... A bloody mass which looked unidentifiable, lying in pieces... "What is it that you need from me?" he asked the Hokage. "Take the prisoners to my office," Naruto said, nodding to the two men who were still alive. "Tell Shikamaru that I'm personally going to be there for the interrogations." … His steps, albeit quick in pace, felt like they grew heavier and heavier as the sannin made the dreaded sprint back to his old village. He did not expect to be... so outrageous, not after so many years, so many experiences and so many... Changes... His gaze wandered down to the biggest change in his whole existence, as if to check he's still there, protected in his embrace. Protected... His blood began to boil and signs of regret etched itself into his golden orbs as he took in Mitsuki's, his boy's, already fair skin color getting paler and paler by the second, creating an ugly contrast to the gash on his abdomen and the burn marks across his chest. If only he was there sooner... If only he spent more time with him... Naturally, there were the times he sneaked into the village just to check on the boy. He should give it to him, that young man, Naruto, was actually a decent person, he did let him see Mitsuki from time to time... It had not been enough. Feelings like he never experienced before threatened to overcome him as he looked at his son's eyes... his eyes. Mitsuki was glancing carefully up at him, and it literally hurt the sannin to see the light slowly fading from his irises. When his boy was little, Orochimaru liked to compare their eyes. His own was more like the cold, imposing gold, while Mitsuki... his eyes were warm and bright, like... the sun. It gave him physical pain, the thought that his sun might go out... His hold tightened only slightly and a new vigor hastened his pace. He would get him the necessary help. And then... there will be consequences. He felt a faint grip on the front of his shirt, and through the suddenly very still air, a weak whisper reached his ears. "Father..." He immediately looked down. Mitsuki blinked slowly once, trying to maintain his hold as his hands shook. Orochimaru felt his heart skip a beat, but he tried to keep his calm. "Preserve your strength. We are almost at the border." The blue haired boy parted his lips slightly once again, and his father had to lean a bit over him to hear him properly. "Please... spare... the village..." Orochimaru drew back slightly, taken aback by the words. "What...?" "Please... promise..." Mitsuki murmured, the words coming more strained as his breathing hitched. "Not their... fault..." He had his doubts about that. He wished to tell him that they were going to pay. They were going to pay dearly for putting his boy right in the middle of danger, not even thinking twice. He wanted to say that he would snuff the fire of will from Konoha, just like how they made his sun sink. Looking into those eyes, though, the words simply did not form. Instead, his fury drowning in the compassion he felt for his child now, he found himself whispering. "I will leave them be. I promise." He felt Mitsuki relax in his arms as a very small smile lifted the corners of his lips gently. His next word was so faint that Orochimaru wasn't sure if it was a trick of the wind. "Thanks..." Pale fingers slid from the shirt as the young boy completely slacked against his father. The sannin watched, horrified, as the sun set with a sigh of breath. "Mitsuki...?" he whispered, unable to comprehend what was happening in front of him, and the world came to a standstill. "Mitsuki!!!" ... When he heard the Sannin yelling his boy's name, Konohamaru immediately came to a stop, his heart racing, and his head turned to Orochimaru. 'No...' he thought as his heart skipped a beat. "Don't stop now!" came Naruto's voice, he was still able to sense Mitsuki’s chakra, despite it being very weak, urgent as he realized everyone in the group coming to a sudden halt. "We need to hurry!" His words were enough of a reassurance and the group sped up again, the gates looming closer... The Hokage prayed with all his heart for the child to keep fighting... Naruto didn't know whether he felt glad or panicked when he saw a familiar black-haired figure standing right out of the gates. Seeing the Hokage, Uchiha Sasuke rushed to him. "Naruto, what business did you have with my daugh-" Sasuke stopped mid-sentence when he then saw the other people in the group. "Papa...!" murmured Sarada with her eyes still red from all the crying and panic of seeing Mitsuki that injured right in front of her. "What the hell is going on here Naruto...?" Sasuke carefully asked as he approached his daughter and pulled her closer to him but his eyes never left Orochimaru and... the bloody, unconscious child in his arms, he was so pale...if Sasuke wasn’t a sensor type then he wouldn’t know the boy was still alive... "I'll explain later but first we need to take him to the hospital!" said the blond with an urgent look, sweat dripping down his face as he too looked at Mitsuki. The Uchiha narrowed his eyes. "Fine, but you know he..." He looked at Orochimaru again, "...can't go in the village." "If that is your main problem then allow me to solve it." said the Sannin sarcastically as he managed to adjust his son's body against his chest before raising two fingers and a smoke surrounded him. Once it disappeared, it revealed his disguise, almost the same one that he had worn when he pretended to be the sensei of the three Sound ninjas, back in the Chuunin Exams when Naruto and Sasuke were his son's age, except that now he wore the Konohagakure headband. Before Orochimaru said anything else, the group found themselves surrounded by a dark wave and in the blink of an eye, they were standing only a few feet from the hospital's entrance. The hospital was in a full alarm situation, all of the experienced medic teams staying for the shift. Sakura herself didn't have the night shift today, it was Tsunade's call, but after Kiba came... she decided to stay too, she had a bad, very bad, feeling about this... Her fingernails bit into the skin of her crossed arms as a cool wind blew around them, raising the hair on their arms. A cool wind that was almost unusual for Konoha's spring... They waited out of the hospital, just the three of them, her, Tsunade and Kiba. Each passing second made them grow uneasy, restless... And then suddenly, the Inuzuka sniffed the air and went very still, his eyes widening slightly. "They're here!" he called to the two women who were standing a little behind him, and without waiting for a reply, he rushed to the entrance of the hospital. "Bring the stretcher!" Tsunade called the medics standing just inside the hospital building, as she and Sakura followed Kiba. Although he knew how bad the situation could be thanks to his strong sense of smell... Nothing could prepare Kiba for what he saw when he met the group. "Holy..." he whispered, staring at the blue haired boy, the terrible wounds all over his small body... Sakura had to cover her mouth with her hand at the horrific view... the child's state was... oh god she couldn't even come up with the words! It was awful... What happened, who could have done this to a child, she wanted to ask... but time was ticking for Mitsuki so she didn't say anything. Tsunade approached the group with two other medics that were bringing the stretcher and almost froze at the view. Sure, she had overcome her fear of blood but this did not mean she was ready to see a child in this horrifying state... Carefully she took the child from the man's arms and the cold hands in contact with hers made her shiver... they seemed familiar but the blonde didn't say a word as she put Mitsuki on the stretcher as carefully as she could, as if he were made of glass. "Take him to the surgery room!" Orderly chaos ensued as they entered the building, seasoned medics trying to keep their professional demeanor when they saw the situation. Running beside the stretcher, the previous Hokage was also doing a quick check-up to see what had happened... And the things she found out sent chills down her spine... "I need two chikatsu teams inside, and three medics to help us with the minor wounds," she said crisply. She had gotten over her initial shock - the emergency of saving a life taking over. Her eyes flickered for a moment to the man who had carried the child here... She knew it was him. There was no way she would mistake it... Words weren't needed between them, she watched as the golden orbs of the man moved only for a moment from the wounded child and looked into her hazel ones. Tsunade couldn't say it out loud because of the many people that clearly did not know who he really was but the sadness in Orochimaru's eyes were so clear that she needed to reassure him... so she moved her lips and simply mouthed the mute words, in hopes he would understand them: 'We'll save him...' Sakura ran ahead of the stretcher and led the way to the surgery room but before the doors closed she heard something. "Mitsuki!!!" yelled the Hokage's son. "You just hang on, do you hear me? Don't you dare give up on us! Don't ever give up! Mitsuki!!!" As the doors of the surgery hall closed on his face, Boruto came to a dead stop, losing his voice. He just stood there, gaping at the doors behind which his best friend just disappeared, and tears began running down his cheeks. Then he felt two strong arms grab him, and unconsciously snuggled into Naruto's embrace. ... "Oh God, that's a lot of blood..." "They practically flayed the boy alive..." "Who could do such a thing...?" As Mitsuki was connected to a number of machines, Sakura tried her best to tune out the comments of her colleagues. It was already unsettling, seeing the child who was so perfectly healthy the other day, so full of energy and life, broken and badly hurt in front of them... As the heart machine caught up and the steady beeping filled the hall, Sakura let the calm feeling it brought take over as she approached Tsunade. "What's his general condition?" she asked, professionally keeping the trembling out of her voice. "This can go wrong in so many ways in a very short time," Tsunade said, and although she was a little more composed, she too was clearly shaken. "We need blood, he had lost about a fourth..." Sakura gasped at that. "And the kid has type O..." "Then I can donate him!" "No... We need you here. I already organized one Chikatsu team for the sword wound on his stomach, but... I need your help with the burns..." "Burns?!" "There are huge burns caused by electricity across his chest, that’s gonna be the hardest to handle... This is gonna be a very difficult surgery." "On his... chest...?" Sakura asked weakly. Tsunade sighed. "I hope whatever kind of monster who caused these burns rot in hell... They are too close to his heart... We are gonna have to be extra careful..." "Tsunade-sama... Do you think we will..." "If we get these and his chakra loss under control and his heart stays strong enough, the others are more or less trivial!" Tsunade said, looking at her. As unlikely as it was, she found herself almost wishing she could use her old teammate’s expertise right now. "Izumo is already working on his arm, and we can deal with the minor burns and his ribs after we got the hardest part out of the way." "Just how much did the poor boy suffer...?" the pink haired medic asked numbly, and her mentor sighed again. "One thing is for sure... They really intended to kill this child..." Sakura didn't know what to say to that. And then they heard quick, chaotic beeping sounds coming from the heart machine. "Sakura-san... Tsunade-sama..." one of the medics called out, but Sakura was already hurrying over. To her astonishment, and shock as well... She found Mitsuki with his eyes slightly open, trying to move around on the stretcher, but his movements were weak. And then he crumpled his face... ...in pain, Sakura realized in horror. "The drugs?" she asked sharply, looking up at the medic who was in charge of that. "Half a minute until they take effect..." the man replied feebly - they didn't expect him to regain consciousness. An immense feeling of mercy overpowered Sakura as she kept looking at Mitsuki... ... He didn't know where he was... Wasn't he supposed to be dead already? He was so sure of it when darkness took him in his father's arms... Yet death shouldn't be so painful, right? His chest hurt so much that it felt like someone had lit it on fire... And the constant, annoying metallic sound echoing in his head was not helping, if not making things more unsettling... Why was this happening...? He felt someone grabbing his hand gently when he tried to bring it to his chest. He opened his eyes just barely enough to see a beautiful, pink haired woman looking down from a haze of light at him, an eternal look of mercy on her face. Was she... an angel...? "Sssh, Mitsuki, it's okay baby, it's gonna be alright..." The woman's voice echoed, and for some reason, the boy felt himself trusting her, just like that. "Stay with us now, baby, we're gonna patch you up and everything will work out..." Mitsuki blinked slowly, and hoped that she would get his message... That he trusted her... "Now count down from ten for me, can you do this?" The boy blinked again, slower. He heard the angel start to murmur a soft melody, something he remembered from a long time ago... Something a mother might have been singing to her baby... "Little child, be not afraid, The rain pounds harsh against the glass Like an unwanted stranger, There is no danger, I am here tonight..." Mitsuki felt waves of calmness engulf him and pain completely ebbed away as he thought of a mother he never had... ... "Little child, be not afraid, The storm clouds mask a beloved moon, And its candle light beams Still keep pleasant dreams, I am here tonight..." Sakura tried to keep her composure as the beeping sounds calmed down and Mitsuki relaxed, his eyes closing as the drugs finally took effect. She leaned over, softly kissing the boy on the forehead, sending a silent prayer as she did so. 'Please... please let us save him...'

#boruto:sacrifices #boruto #mitsuki #sarada #boruto fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #tw:blood

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minervahopebeyond · 4 years

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Blood Daffodils.

Chapter 23: The Battle of Hogwarts (part 2) <<part3/3>>

Hagrid was carrying him. He knew they had finally reached the Great Hall because he could hear everyone’s whispers.

Hagrid kept crying, his big tears falling on Harry’s shirt and face. It was very hard not to pinch him to let him know he was alright.

“Harry!” He heard his father yell and before anyone could react, it was Voldemort who spoke.

“HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!” He declared and ended up laughing, which made every other Death Eater join.

“No!” He heard Draco’s voice cry in pain and Harry felt like his heart was being squeezed to death just from the sound of it. He also heard struggle. “Let me go, Sirius! He can’t be! He can’t be-“

“He is.” Voldemort replied with ease. “As you can see, fighting has become ridiculous. Join me and I shall leave everyone alive.”

He heard Lucius weak voice speak. Hesitation in his voice, like he was fearing the outcome to what he was saying.

“Come, Draco. The Dark Lord will forgive you-“

Lucius Malfoy didn’t know his son at all, did he?

The sound of someone spitting on the floor echoed in the Great Hall.

“Fuck you. I’m going to burn him alive and then I’m going to burn you alive.”

It was unbelievable, how Draco could be crying, inconsolable, and still threaten someone in between the sobs. He wanted to kiss him so bad that his lips were hurting.

And, then, Neville came forward.

“I must say, I was hoping for better.”

‘Disgusting piece of shit. I hope that Death will make you spend your eternity alone and forgotten.’

He just needed to wait a little longer, maybe he could get him when his guard was down...

“I’d like to say something.”

“Well, Neville, I’m sure we all would want to hear what you have to say.”

“It doesn’t matter that Harry’s gone.”

“Stand down, Longbottom.” He heard Nott say.

“People die all the time. But they didn’t die in vain! But you will, ‘cause you are wrong!” The sound of the sword sliding off the sorting hat was too familiar for him. Only ever presented to true Gryffindors, like Neville. “ I’ll join you when he’ll freezes over. Dumbledore’s Army!”

And Harry was jumping off Hagrid’s arms. Everyone turned to look at him. Even Voldemort. And he was still wandless. He hadn’t thought this through, had he?

“POTTER!” Nott yelled and his wand came flying right to his hand. He caught it middle air and pointed it to the snake.

“Confringo!”

“That doesn’t work, you stupid Gryffindor! RUN”

And he was never happier to hear Draco mad at him, at least the crying had stopped.

In between the running, the blasting curses that were being casted towards his way, and Voldemort’s screams in anger, he could hear his father exclaim something like:

“My son just doesn’t die, does he?”

“Seems like it, Prongs.” Sirius respondes to him laughing and everyone started to move again.

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In the end, he understood what Death had told him. He even shouted him to Voldemort just to spite him.

“You can’t touch them! I meant to die in that forest, just to protect them, the same thing that my mother did for me, the same thing that brought your fall that Halloween night!”

“But you didn’t-“

“But I meant to! Now this is between you and me only.”

He challenged him because he knew he couldn’t resist them. His pride and ego were to big to choose his own battles, he responded to them all, especially if it was Harry asking.

“You are going to loose, Harry Potter.”

“We’ll see, Riddle. Because, if my calculations are correct, then I am the true Master of the Elder Wand.”

That pissed him right off.

“AVADA KEDABRA.”

“EXPELLIARMUS.” He casted at the same time.

The green and red light were fighting for dominance and Harry felt like his entire magical core was fighting off the curse, fighting for him to survive this.

The struggle became easier. That was when he knew he would win.

In the end, Tom Riddle died like any other human would. His body fell to the floor, his red eyes seemed lost and Harry felt like he could actually live for the first time ever.

His knees gave out and he fell to the floor, exhausted. Soon enough he felt someone lifting his head up. It took him a moment to see those beautiful grey eyes looking at him, livid.

“You promised me”

“I didn’t lie to you.”

“I should try to kill my self and leave you those words in the bloody letter, how about that?”

And Harry grabbed his shirt to pull him down and kiss him.

To kiss him like he wanted. To kiss him with all the time in the world. To kiss him as a promise that he would never leave Draco alone, that he would never do anything like this again.

His lips moved perfectly against his. It always felt like they were made for each other. Imagine all the fights they could have fixed, back in school, if they would have just kiss each other like this.

“Get a room!” He heard Ron yell and Harry couldn’t help but to chuckle in between the kiss.

“I do miss our room activities.” He said with a smug tone to the blond.

“Can we not talk about room activities five meters away from a dead body?”

“You were the one snogging me next to it. Don’t be a prude, Malfoy.”

Draco laughed and it sounded like the most beautiful sound in the world.

Finally, they would get to live.

#drarry #fanfic #fanfiction

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goldenkookietae · 4 years

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Contract - On the Table (M)

BTS One shot

Pairing: CEO!Yoongi x CEO!Reader

Word count: 7,020 words

Warnings: Smut, swearing, dom!yoongi, dom!reader, masturbation (male), spanking, oral (fem rec.), a lil bit of Taekook (mentions and intense gazes lol)

Summary: Y/N and Yoongi think their only common trait was to be on the cover of Brilliant Minds, a contract proves that they have more in common that they know.

A/N: After that Variety photoshoot? All of them be pulling off the damn CEO look and it has me drooling. This one was a request and I am more than happy that I wrote it. It’s pure filth, get me some Hobi water guys.

Disclaimer: This story is an AU fanfiction that I have created using the names of the members of BTS. I do not claim any ownership over the members of BTS. The plot and the personalities of the characters are entirely my own.

Do not plagiarize my work and do not repost.

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*I do not claim ownership over any of the pictures. They are credited to their original owners.

“I want him.” Y/N declared as her fingers trailed over the smooth texture, imagining them touching the expensive suit and wondering how soft it would feel. Being on the cover page of Brilliant Minds was no joke and it was definitely something to be proud of. The most influential people made it there, the wealthiest, the ones with an attitude, astronomical ego and as they so popularly called it, a brilliant mind. Among all of these business magnets, the most common trait was that they were all too young to be that successful. That was exactly why they were called brilliant minds. They really did live up to the title.

The magazine didn’t have a publishing schedule. It all depended on coming across the right person to be in it. Needless to say, business soared right after the publication. Not that any of the people on its covers needed it, but it was a milestone, the highest of them all. The last one had been a month ago and the latest edition from just two days ago had definitely caught her interest.

The man staring back at her, his slim figure donned in a sharp grey suit, a hooded look to his eyes and his jaw clenched, looked impeccable. His single raised eyebrow said it all. This man was fucking proud. She could prove it from the barely noticeable raise at the corner of his lips.

Y/N fucking loved it. It was the same look that was etched onto her face since the past month. The previous copy of Brilliant Minds laid right next to the latest one and her own eyes stared back at her. She was fucking proud too.

“Funny, I heard he wanted you too.” Jungkook nodded from the other side of her desk. He quickly inverted the magazine towards himself as he flicked through the pages to the middle. It held another sharp cut of the same man with his side profile and Y/N immediately noticed the tantalizing jaw line. The two pages would have details of the interview with this man, and Y/N was definitely looking forward to reading his responses.

“Oh, really now? And how, may I ask, do you know that?” Y/N raised an eyebrow at her secretary, finding it unbelievable that he had insider information on almost everything. He was a social bird, and she hated that most of the time, she hated almost anything that was too loud and bubbly, which was exactly what Jungkook was. But there was a difference between how she treated others and how she was with Jungkook. She hated him in an almost, endearing way.

“Well, his secretary told me.” Jungkook shrugged and Y/N sat up straight. “How the hell do you know his secretary? And how close are you two?”

“We’re not that close, even if that’s what I want. Still getting to know each other. We only met a few weeks ago, we were drunk so ya know we just happened to roll around in the sheets and-” Jungkook stopped abruptly looking up at Y/N apologetically.

She raised an eyebrow higher as if to say, ‘Get to the point now’, and Jungkook did just that. “Anyway, we were talking about things that absolutely infuriate us, I didn’t mention you so don’t worry, but Taehyung accidentally blurted out that his boss was an annoying prick and had recently gotten obsessed with some contract that he wanted to get into with our company. I believe it started from your interview with Brilliant Minds.” He finished, tapping the magazine and shrugging.

“Interesting. Jungkook, I totally support you dating this guy. And I need you to do me just one tiny favour.” Y/N grinned, leaning back into her chair and clasping her hands together. “I need you to let slip, purely accidentally of course, that I’m interested in a contract with their company. And that I won’t stop pestering you about it. So infuriating, isn’t it?”

Jungkook let out a laugh as he narrowed his eyes playfully. “I don’t want to take advantage of him, but you know what, I think a contract will benefit all of us. More money and higher bonuses.” he sighed, nodding his head.

“And Jungkook,” Y/N added with a second thought, “I’m going to have to cut down all the business secrets you get to know. I’m not sure how well you can hold your tongue when the alcohol gets to you.”

Jungkook frowned immediately. “You’ve known me since we were babies and you know I don’t do that. And that plan won’t work because I have my ways, people always tell me everything.” he smirked, and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Well, I wonder why no has told you yet that your fly is open.” she pointed to his pants and Jungkook immediately slapped his hands down to his crotch, fumbling with the zipper and realizing that it was secured to the top. He glared at her and she could see the promise in his eyes that vowed revenge for tricking him.

Y/N grinned. “Gotcha.”

Jungkook was always at the top of things and Y/N knew he did his job all too well. But nevertheless, it was still a surprise when Jungkook walked into her workspace the next evening, informing her that Taehyung had contacted him about his boss wanting to speak with her about a proposal.

“Seems like he jumped at the opportunity. I literally only told Tae last night. His boss must’ve been waiting for this to happen.” Jungkook analyzed the situation like he did to almost everything going on around him. It gave Y/N a different perspective sometimes and a headache all the other times. However, at the moment, she simply gazed at the magazine that had become a part of her room décor.

“Alright, I’ll speak to him.” she declared, as Jungkook nodded and instantly jotted it down onto her schedule. “I’ll gather his contact details and let you know. It’ll probably be just an introduction call, but you can discuss the actual details of the contract face-to-face. I’ll check with Taehyung for his schedule and book a meeting room-” Jungkook rambled mostly to himself as he noted down everything he could possibly do around the job.

“Kook,” Y/N stopped him with a sigh, “whatever you do is perfect.” Taking that as less of a compliment but rather his cue to leave, Jungkook nodded swiftly and backed out of her room.

No longer than an hour had passed and Jungkook had sent her the contact details. He slipped into her cabin just as she was opening his mail, drawing her attention to him.

“So, I think, it’s better if I get the basic talk done myself. I’ll try and get to know a little about what their idea is and maybe pitch in a few of mine. I’ll check with you on how you like it so then we could go ahead and set up a meeting. Taehyung and I will take care of stuff for now, you guys just have to finalise the deal when you guys meet.” Jungkook suggested.

Y/N nodded. Ultimately it was lesser work for her, and she thought it better to use her time to seal the deal rather than having introduction calls pretending like she actually cared about how the other person was doing. She just wanted her work done.

“Thank you Jungkook, you’re the best.” she muttered, before smiling and winking at him. “Have fun planning things with Taehyung.”

Yoongi was pissed. It didn’t matter that her secretary had come all the way to their office with a stupid gift pack to make up for rescheduling the meeting just an hour before it was set to begin. ‘Ms. Y/N had to deal with an emergency and had to cancel unfortunately. She’s deeply sorry to have caused you the inconvenience.’ Her secretary’s words still played in his mind and it made him sick. He knew more than anything that it had not been an emergency, it had to have been work related and it was so important that she cancelled out on him. He was livid.

He was already pissed about the fact that Brilliant Minds had put her on the cover before him, and it frustrated him that her company was a position higher than his on the official list of the most successful companies of the year. The feeling of coming next was new to him, he couldn’t get it out of his mind, and he would do just about anything to beat it.

He’d extended an offer just so he could see what was so special about her, but she’d cancelled on him, even after she’d seen him on the cover of the magazine. His company was no fucking joke. A million contracts for collaboration were at his doorstep and instead of choosing ones readily available he’d went ahead and approached hers all by himself, and for what? For her to call it off. He felt like a fucking idiot. He should never have let himself believe Taehyung’s words, sending out a formal invite based on rumors made up over a couple of beers.

He clenched his jaw tight as he downed the wine in one go, slamming his glass down on the table with a loud clank. Taehyung had left him a bunch of emails for him to check on but Yoongi refused to listen to his secretary at the moment. He considered firing the guy from his job but somehow, he knew he’d regret that once he got back into his work. Grudgingly, he went back to his desk, flopping down onto the chair and scrolling through his emails.

He wasn’t wrong. Being away from his work for two hours had landed him with over hundred emails and those were just the ones that Taehyung had filtered out as important for the time being since he knew Yoongi was in a terrible mood. Sighing, he looked into each one as quickly as he could, already mapping out how long it would take him to get them all done with.

He found one from Taehyung saying Y/N’s company wanted to reschedule the meeting and he immediately responded with a ‘fuck no’ and then proceeded to delete the mail for good riddance. Just after he’d done that, he noticed another one just below, and he clicked it faster than ever once he made sense of the sender’s name.

17:34 pm

Dear Mr. Min,

Please accept my sincere apology for being unable to attend today’s meeting. It was very important to me, but I had to cancel due to an emergency. I hope you understand. If you are still willing to go through with the contract, it would be my pleasure to reschedule the meeting to another time and date.

Do let me know of your thoughts and have a great evening!

Sincerely,

Y/N

Yoongi read the mail over and over again, feeding her contact details from her signature into his phone. He raised a finger to touch the mail right over the sender’s signature. He’d thought that he’d made up his mind, he never wanted to get into a contract with them again. But he was so wrong, this had been on his mind for more than a month and an apology mail from Y/N herself made him feel like he had the upper hand. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was smug at the fact that she wanted it as much as he did.

Without a moment’s delay, he typed out another mail to Taehyung, ‘Reschedule’, he wrote, not bothering to elaborate because it was more than obvious. He was going to meet her.

“I think you may have pissed him off.” Jungkook pursed his lips as he watched Y/N chuckle and shake her head.

“Look, when you’re running a company, you get busy and sometimes you can’t make it to stuff okay? We all have a one-track mind when it comes to work, and these kinds of things are normal. We don’t fight over that. What are we five? And plus, I sent him an apology mail, what more can I do?” She looked at Jungkook as though he was being ridiculous and he himself thought he was.

“True. It’s happened before but, I don’t know. When I went there to inform him, he seemed mad.” He sighed, clutching his fork and pushing it brutally through his spaghetti. Satisfied with how much he’d gathered after twirling his fork, he stuffed his mouth and began to chew loudly.

Y/N stared at him amused. “It’s fine. I’ll make sure to let him know again how sorry I am for cancelling and he’ll have to be okay with that.” Jungkook nodded, puckering his lips and sucking stray spaghetti into his mouth. “So you’re nervous.” Y/N said casually, sipping her wine and staring at Jungkook over the rim of her glass.

“M ’not. Why’d I be.” Jungkook rolled his eyes, gulping down his food and staring at her, no doubt demanding an explanation. “Taehyung is going to be here in two hours, Jungkook. You’re nervous. Don’t be, you’re amazing.” She smiled at him and Jungkook frowned. He opened his mouth to deny it but shut it closed as soon as Y/N raised her eyebrows at him. Sighing, he chomped down the last bit of his meal as he gulped slowly.

“Yeah okay, I am nervous. But you’re right, I’m awesome so I don’t really have any reason to be.” He nodded to himself and Y/N snorted. “Make sure you don’t do any funny business under the table alright? This is a professional, work thing.” She chuckled dismissing the glare Jungkook gave her.

Y/N was waiting near the window, her phone in hand as she went through random news articles. Jungkook had just slipped out of the room, no doubt welcoming that day’s meeting attendees and leading them to the meeting room. No longer than five minutes later she heard footsteps outside the door and straightened herself to her full height.

Jungkook entered with two men on his trail and she could tell that no matter how professional the pictures in the magazine looked, seeing Yoongi in the flesh was unbelievable. Everything about him screamed arrogance and pride, making his presence stand out as eye-catching. It was evident from his jet-black hair styled neatly to the side, the expensive maroon suit he donned, the Rolex glinting from his wrist and the indifferent look in his eyes. Despite being shorter than Jungkook and the blonde-haired man who she assumed was Taehyung, he still dominated the stage with the way he held himself.

His eyes met hers and, in a flash, so fast she could’ve missed it, he had scanned her from top to toe, as though he’d noticed that she’d done the same thing to him. Out of all the introductions Y/N had had with potential clients and business partners, the one with Yoongi bagged the award for being the most intense. Not once were too happy smiles or polite greetings exchanged, just hooded gazes, nods and tiny smirks.

The meeting never came to the discussion of whether or not to take up a project together, it was as though they’d already decided on that a long time ago, the meeting was just to kick off the project. Y/N had taken her time considering bringing up the what if’s of not making the deal, but half-way through the meeting, the kind of ideas she and Yoongi had come up with together pushed the thought right out of her mind.

Over the span of two hours, they’d laid out a rough draft of a road map, and they hadn’t even realise that they’d downed all the beverages without paying the slightest bit of attention. They had another meeting scheduled for the next week, and Y/N seemed to notice that Yoongi had pushed down something on his schedule to make up time for it. For the past fifteen minutes that was all Y/N had been doing, staring down Yoongi as he talked to Taehyung about setting up a call with his internal team. She had already put up Jungkook to the same task, but right then, she was more interested in Yoongi’s mannerisms.

Y/N had a hard time keeping her eyes away from the way his jaw moved, sharp and defined making her wonder how hot it looked when he while he was making out. Every once in a while, he would swipe his tongue over his lips or the tip of his tongue would poke out the side of his mouth, accompanied by that gaze that made him look like he wanted to eat her out.

Instantly, her mind flooded with pictures of how that scene would play out, how he could bend her over that table right there and shatter her sanity with everything he wanted to do to her. As her mind came up with images of him pushing his fingers into her, and her gaze slipped to his hands, she was not at all disappointed. His long fingers, studded with metal rings had to be the sexiest pair she’d ever seen and whenever he pointed to something or did random gestures, her thighs clenched, imagining them moving inside of her.

When they’d concluded the meeting, it seemed as though Yoongi knew what Y/N had been doing and she knew he felt the same. The lust in her eyes reflected in his too and she didn’t miss the way his touch lasted a little longer than it should’ve for someone as professional as he when they shook hands. Yoongi smirked at her as he exited the meeting room and his hand almost shot to his crotch when he saw her smirk back at him.

As soon as Jungkook was back in Y/N’s room after escorting Yoongi and Taehyung out of the meeting room, she groaned, imagining all the work Jungkook no doubt would’ve laid out in her schedule for her to do. It was that time when she was feeling good and thought she was on the top of everything, but it always ended with Jungkook reminding her of a ton of things that had to be done on priority.

“I was actually having a good day, don’t dump work on me now.” She said anyway, knowing Jungkook would never listen to her because that was his job. She was the boss, he was the secretary and she had to get work done, not delay it.

“You say that, and when you actually have nothing major to do, you whine about not having work instead of chilling. You love working, stop complaining.” Jungkook called her out and Y/N sighed as she realized that was exactly how it was.

“Really. You use that phrase to dump work on me now?” She asked, still being stubborn and fighting against a lost cause.

“We can talk about that, or we can talk about how you and Yoongi eye fucked each other today.” Jungkook said casually, and Y/N rolled her eyes, chuckling slightly.

“Was it that obvious? He’s hot. I’m hot.” She shrugged and Jungkook shook his head. “Taehyung and I were wondering when you’d both jump onto the table and do the nasty, but surprisingly you guys held it in.”

“Alright fine. Give me my schedule and leave. We all noticed the intense stares you and Taehyung were giving each other. I think I remember him squeezing your thighs under the table. Everything okay done there, JK?” Y/N raised her eyebrow and held out a hand, smiling at how Jungkook blushed and placed his tablet in her hand.

“Whatever.”

Twenty minutes into the video on his personal laptop, ready to relieve his stress for the day, and Yoongi realized that he really had fucked up. He had fucked up the very first day he’d come back from the first meeting with Y/N with an aching cock. And to add the cherry on top, he’d gotten rid of his boner jerking off to explicit scenes of Y/N that his mind had conjured up so readily.

Even when he made a conscious effort to pay attention and jerk off to the porn on his computer screen, his mind drifted off to Y/N, and that would be the only way he could get off anymore. Had she been his secretary, he would’ve fucked her already by then, maybe more than just once. With that thought becoming regular, he waited for his cock to get up and make him feel alive as he played his favorite porn to correct the mistake he’d made and get back to normal.

He almost thought his dick was broken as he plainly watched a boss fuck his secretary as punishment, until he closed his eyes and he was in his office, with Y/N standing in front of him, her ass tucked into a short tight skirt and her black blouse shaping her figure so well he wanted to rip it off of her.

“Fuck!” Yoongi groaned feeling himself growing hard at the thought of Y/N being his secretary, constantly following him around in tight dresses that left little to the imagination, doing everything he told her to do and taking punishment whenever she made a mistake. His cock was aching, and his hand moved to the tip of his cock already dripping with precum. Giving up his efforts to go back to normal a millionth time, he indulged in his fantasy and his hand gripped his cock tightly, spreading his precum over his length.

His mind was reeling, and he was then standing over Y/N bent over his table, recreating the scene on his computer with her and himself. Instead of punishing her, he was rewarding her for doing a good job on the project, stroking the soft flesh of her bare ass held in the air just for him to touch and do with whatever he pleased.

His hand moved up and down his length, and he groaned when the fantasy version of himself slipped two fingers between Y/N’s dripping folds, bringing her juices to his cock, his tip leaking with precum and he jerked as he pressed his thumb to his slit.

“So good for me, aren’t you sweetness?” He whispered, his fingers plunging into her tight heat and curling as she gasped, laying helpless with her face pressed to his table and hands held behind her back.

“Yes, sir. Just for you.” Y/N mewled, as Yoongi thrust his fingers into her faster, his hips now jerking up from the mattress as he fucked into his fist, his mouth opening at how delicious she sounded, a little bit of drool slipping past her lips as her mouth hung open with how good he made her feel. He increased his pace at that thought, the fact that he was the one making her feel so good that her body quivered with unbearable pleasure.

The thought made him angry, pissed at how he was jerking off to the satisfaction of pleasing her, and to make himself feel better, he slapped her ass harshly, once, twice and he kept going, Y/N’s body moving forward with the force, and he was sure that it was stinging at that point. Yoongi expected her to scream, beg him to stop as he spanked her relentlessly and his fingers pushed into her heat brutally, but even in his fantasy, his mind betrayed him, and Y/N moaned.

“More.” she begged.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. Fuck fuck fuck!” Yoongi grunted as he reached his peak, spilling ropes of white hot cum over his hands, chest and his sheets. As he rode out his high, he imagined Y/N cumming on his fingers, her body shaking from her orgasm and she tried to look back at him from the table. “Thank you, sir.”

Yoongi groaned, his hands having a mind of their own as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, where behind closed eyes, he tasted Y/N’s sweet arousal. A growl ripped through his chest as he swallowed, his tongue circling over his fingers until he had cleaned out every drop. Slowly opening his eyes, he took note of the mess he was in his bed.

He shut down his laptop harshly, throwing it to the side as he cleaned himself with the tissues by his bedside. His habit had turned into an addiction and if his fantasy made him so hard, he couldn’t comprehend what it would be like to actually be inside of Y/N.

On the pretense of discussing pressing issues, he found himself at her office countless times, and he couldn’t help all the dirty thoughts his mind came up with when they sat across each other. And the fact that he knew she wanted it, she thought about him just as much, made him leave her office with a hard on every single time.

Not surprisingly he’d come to realise that fantasy-secretary-Y/N and the actual Y/N were nothing alike. He was always in control when he imagined her as his secretary, but when it came to the woman who came up with solutions for issues in the project, the CEO of the company he wanted a deal with, the arrogant one who was on the cover of Brilliant Minds, it was evident that Y/N was always in control.

While Yoongi was used to people honoring his opinions above all else, Y/N had no problem turning them down, only picking up the points that interested her and were beneficial to the project. It irked him that she always had a logical explanation for every idea she refused, and he’d understood in quiet a short while as to why her company was doing as good as it was.

Even when they both checked out each other, she never showed signs of weaknesses and his idea of distracting her from work with his seductive demeanor wouldn’t go as planned, and it made it harder for him to convince her to implement his opinion. He never dared to act out on his fantasies; his work was not something he wanted to put at risk when he was responsible for employing so many people.

He’d adopted her thinking technique swiftly after, and then seemed to agree with most of her opinions, she was helping him grow that was for sure, and over the course of six months while their project was implemented and went into the market, Yoongi was at par with her thoughts. He would point out flaws in her ideas and if he thought he was the expert before, he had definitely perfected his decision-making abilities after the deal with Y/N.

At the first mistake he’d ever pointed out, Y/N had been surprised, and then she’d slowly gotten used to it, her own mind gearing up for a battle as she worked harder to spot his mistakes. With a silly quarrel keeping the project efficient at all times, it bloomed through the market and the both of them were fairly satisfied.

Their deal was a hit, and it was only natural that they’d pursue more. In no time, another contract was made, this time with higher investment, more project staff and greater focus on marketing. They were so damn sure of success.

“So what do you propose be our strategy?” She asked, her eyes not leaving his lips as she bit her own. It was impossible to look away from his face and she was fully aware that she was checking him out again with no shame, but when she realized he was doing the same to her countless times, she just couldn’t get rid of the habit.

“Let’s go deep. Let’s do something that makes us feel good too.” Yoongi rasped and if she was distracted before, her mind was completely astray now. His words held an entirely different meaning and she was starting to grow hot from whatever he had implied.

Yoongi felt the same, the way Y/N’s eyes had widened by the tiniest fraction and then fallen down to a low hooded gaze had him licking his lips in anticipation. He had been hard since the moment his legs had accidentally touched hers under the table, and just the thought of being able to feel them with his hands made his cock strain against his pants.

All he wanted to do in that moment was, to pull Y/N onto the table, mount her and make her scream his name as he pounded into her. He wanted to feel the fantasy he’d jerked off to every night in the past few months, the night before and that morning when he decided to ask her to come and meet him for no particular reason. He wanted to see her in his office for a change, and he no doubt felt in control.

Her presence, the way she looked at him with her chin held high, the way she shot down some of his ideas by pointing out the loop holes, the way she’d raise an eyebrow and subtly tilt her head whenever she made a point, every time she exuded power in even the tiniest things she did, fucking everything turned him on.

To be constantly beaten at his own damn game with the dominance she had, made him pissed. He wanted to put her in her place, and at the same time he wanted to kneel down and do anything she’d say. Even then, as he watched her drag her lips through her teeth, it made him furious, furious that he wasn’t the one doing it. Involuntarily his body sat up and he watched her rise in the same moment, a brief pause before they were both leaning over the table and crashing their lips together.

Y/N tasted divine, a low groan rumbled deep in Yoongi’s chest as his tongue met hers instantly, the realization of her hastiness bringing on a wave of arrogance as he tried to savage her mouth. His tongue had explored her mouth for barely two seconds before she was pushing again, her tongue clashing with his as they fought for dominance. It was so important to the both of them, their ego slipping into the way they kissed, bit, licked, nipped, sucked and it would only end when one of them would surrender. It didn’t seem likely.

As they pulled apart for breath, his lips pressed to her jaw and his hands went around her waist pulling her onto the table to sit. With one sharp tug he pulled her across to himself, twisting her completely towards him and wrapping her legs around his waist. Y/N’s skirt bunched up at her thighs and Yoongi’s hands instantly pressed onto her skin, palming and squeezing the soft skin as his lips mapped their way back to hers.

Yoongi had imagined that Y/N would give up fighting after all this time, but even as he pulled her crop top over her head and cupped her breasts, she still managed to dip her tongue into his mouth, never losing control even as she moaned at the way he fondled her breasts. A soft whine slipped past her lips as Yoongi pulled away from her, his own lips missing her touch as he unhooked her bra with one hand and threw it behind him, closing the distance between them again as he sucked her breast into his mouth.

He rolled his tongue around her nipple and Y/N gasped, gripping his hair and bringing him closer to her. He released her breast from his mouth with a small pop, his face burying itself in the valley between her breasts and inhaling the fragrance. He dragged his tongue all the way to her neck, her jaw, her chin and eventually into her open mouth. He sucked on her tongue as she took a hold of his tie, pulling it loose and snapping open the buttons of his white shirt.

Y/N was desperate to touch Yoongi and as soon as her hands felt the warmth of his smooth skin under her fingers she sighed, laying her palms flat against his chest and rubbing the skin. She had waited too damn long and at that moment she didn’t care if someone would knock on the door. She hadn’t missed how Yoongi had locked his door behind her when she came in, but either way it wouldn’t matter if anyone walked in on them at that point. She wanted him, and she would have him.

Catching up to her hastiness Yoongi undressed just as quickly, throwing away his blazer which was followed by his shirt and tie. His hands moved to Y/N’s skirt, flicking the buttons open and pulling down as her hands worked on unbuckling his belt. As his trousers dropped to the floor, he pulled his briefs down to his ankles, his cock springing free from the containment and growing painfully hard at the sight of Y/N stepping out of her skirt.

He stopped her as she moved to pull off her thin black stockings, staring at the skin he could see through the translucent material. His mind snapped a picture of how Y/N looked right then, naked on his table, with a poor excuse for cloth covering her legs which were accentuated by her black pumps.

“Those stay on.” He growled, and much to his annoyance she bit her lip and smirked at him. As he made to grab her waist, Y/N put a firm hand on his shoulder. With the slightest pressure, she was pushing him down, face lowering past her shoulders, jaw and her navel to the only place that he knew he wanted to be at.

Her strength was incomparable to his really, and he could throw her off in a second if he wanted to, but her eyes fixed on his sent him into a trance and he was surrendering, sitting on his knees, his eyes leveling with her dripping heat.

“Eat me.” Y/N commanded and without a second thought, Yoongi buried his face into her heat, his tongue licking a broad strip over her folds gathering her sweet juices. Y/N moaned as her hands clutched his hair, tugging at the roots in want.

The treat was long awaited, and Y/N enjoyed just how good he looked at that moment, his face stuffed into her core and doing all she told him to. Yoongi poured in all of his anger into it, how she’d pissed him off, how she’d constantly kept him sexually frustrated for the past few months and just how unfair the situation was when she displayed her power.

His mouth ravaged her, gulping down every drop that slipped from her heat and pushing his tongue into her hole for more. His hands grabbed her thighs, feeling the soft material of her stockings stretch under the force of his fingers. Pulling up both of her legs, he rested them on his shoulder, the pointed edge of her pumps digging into his back as she clenched her thighs around his head.

Y/N gripped her hands at the edge of the table as Yoongi fucked her with his tongue, the soft muscle curling inside her walls wonderfully as his hands kept her from shutting her thighs together from the pleasure. She wanted to finish right there, and she knew that was what Yoongi would love to do to her, make her cum with his tongue alone. Gripping Yoongi’s hair tighter she pulled him away from her heat, his eyes hooded with lust as her juices dripped down his chin. She pulled his face closer to hers, swiping her tongue from his chin to his bottom lip, collecting her arousal and pushing it into his mouth. He let her in so easily, lapping hungrily at the sweetness and moaning.

“I want you inside me.” She moaned, reaching for his cock and pumping it twice to spread the pre cum leaking from his tip before pushing the tip into her heat. Yoongi grunted at the sudden shift in pleasure, his eyes closing as he pushed into her fully and bottomed out.

“Fuck, so tight. So wet, sweetness.” He groaned, and Y/N held on tighter to him, pushing him backwards until he landed on the chair behind while she settled down on his lap. She pushed down onto him slowly, rolling her hips and adjusting to his size. Her hands gripped his shoulders for support and Yoongi wrapped his around her waist to keep her from falling.

Her lips were latched to his collarbone sucking on his skin no doubt creating the same red patterns that he had done over her chest and shoulders. His hands moved up the span of her bare back to her neck and he slipped his hands into her hair and pulled her face to his. He managed to kiss her while she bounced on his cock, her breasts touching his chin and neck with every move.

He cupped her ass as she circled her hips against him, and he buried his face once more between her breasts. He tightened his hold on her as he hauled her up, and placed her on the table, pushing her backwards and laying her down as he climbed the table on his knees, straddling her. Smirking, she spread her legs wider, and Yoongi’s eyes slipped to her heat, groaning at how filthy the sight was to look at. Another push and he would crumble.

His eyes flared in anger at her cockiness and he decided on the only thing he could do. Punish her. He thrust into her suddenly, knocking the breath out of her as he bottomed out, only giving her a second to compose herself before he slammed into her repeatedly. Y/N’s face was twisting into a fucked-out look that Yoongi considered dangerous rather than a sign of weakness.

Her body jerked as he pushed into her, moans slipping out from her mouth with every thrust and sometimes overlapping to turn into gasps as he increased his pace. His hands were laid flat on her belly holding her down and making sure she took every inch of his length. She let out a slight gasp as he smacked her breasts, marveling at how they bounced with every thrust. Looking down on her as he towered over her naked figure, spread out on his office table while he pounded into her, it was his fantasy coming to reality.

He savored every moment of being in control, being the one that made her look so fucked out underneath him that the sight alone had his orgasm teetering on the edge. But he refused to give in, he refused to come until she did, and with all the will power he had in him, he pulled her up by her waist and held her tight to his chest, hitting her deeper from the new angle.

Even as his ego swelled, he knew he was far from being in control. He’d already seen what Y/N could do; she had made him get on his knees first, and he had enjoyed it more than he would’ve ever imagined. At that moment, as he sucked on her breasts and his hand teased her clit, he knew that she was letting him be in control. It was obvious that they both were into power play. Y/N was her own person, independent, strong and she didn’t need anybody but herself to keep her satisfied, much like him and that made everything about her so god damn sexy.

As Y/N felt the cool metal of Yoongi’s Rolex rub against her clit, she shivered, pushing herself down to match every one of his thrusts, the feeling of him deep inside and the cool metal on her nub driving her closer to her orgasm. Yoongi was quick to observe, her walls clenching around him tightly, and he worked his fingers faster on her clit, desperate to get her to reach her release first.

He almost thought he’d succeeded as Y/N’s walls were so tight around him, he let himself climb the high and as soon as he let his guard down, he knew he was done for when he noticed the glint in her eyes. She swooped down to lick a broad strip across his abdomen and with the same need to devour him, she pulled his nipple into her mouth, biting the pebble and twisting her tongue around the skin deliciously. When she moaned against his skin, the vibration shot straight down to his cock deep inside her and he shattered. As he groaned into her hair, his fingers instinctively pinched her clit and she was following him, tipping over the edge.

Both had their heads tilted back as they rode out their highs, their pants becoming the only thing they could hear as the sound of their skin slapping together reduced and eventually halted. Y/N could feel Yoongi’s hot load dripping out of her heat, pooling on the table as they clutched each other tight.

Once they’d both regained their breathing, Y/N chuckled and bit her lip. “That was a good strategy. Very deep.”

Yoongi snorted. “Yes, I do love how it fit so perfectly.” He murmured against her hair and pushed into her slightly to emphasis on the fitting part. As soon as he did, he was growing hard again, and the fact that Y/N’s walls were still so snugly wrapped around him was only adding fuel to the fire.

Y/N looked at him with raised eyebrows, “Is that what I think it is?”, she bit her lips and Yoongi blushed. When he made to pull out, Y/N wouldn’t let go of him, holding him tighter and inside her.

“Door’s locked.” She grinned and Yoongi cursed, almost cumming again right there.

He growled as he picked her up off the table and carried her to the nearest wall. Playfully biting at her nose, he pressed her against the wall, lips finding hers as they dove back in. In his mind, he’d figured out his schedule for the day, and he would do it over and over on every inch of his office.

“It will be as long as you’re here, sweetness.”

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