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mimi-cee-hq · 3 years

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Wildfires - Atsumu x f!reader

Summary: You're burned from last year's rumours, now fearing any hint of smoke. Yet you can't help, but fall for the childhood friend who's a balm to your wounds.

Genres, tropes, etc: angst with a satisfying and happy ending, angst to fluff, hurt/ comfort, exs to lovers (but not the usual kind), secret dating, drama and romance, but it's still somehow cute because that's just how I write lol

Warnings: false rumours about cheating and an illicit relationship, so it still technically mentions those things.

Words: 1.9k

Author's Notes: Hi Lia (@chimielie)! I'm your ☀️ anon. 🥰 You suggested exs to lovers and hurt/comfort for this prompt and it still technically is those things, but it's probably not what you expected.

If anyone is new to my blog and doesn't want to read angst, here's a cute fluff Atsumu x reader instead. :)

This fic is for the Heatwave Fic Exchange (@heatwave2021). Thank you for hosting this!

~*~*~

"I hadn't realized you two were still together."

Not even the overworked fan's whirring can drown out the strained silence that follows.

"We're not."

The air is dry and sweat forms on your brow. With the sun beating down, it's the perfect combination for a wildfire.

Atsumu's chin sits on his fist as he avoids your gaze. Lowering your eyes, you stare at the wooden table.

"Did he still care?" you ask yourself.

~*~*~

Plaid skirts sway as two students peek into their new classroom, attempting to be discreet. You hear their whispers from a distance, waiting in front of your own classroom.

"Look! We get Kinjou-sensei this year!" one exclaims.

"Are you serious?" the other asks after letting out a gasp. "I don't know if that's a good thing or not. I might end up staring at his face all day."

"Maybe it'll help you pay attention," her friend snickers.

You clench your jaw as heat rises in your body. They're able to indulge in frivolous remarks, ignorant of how you're left scarred from one fleeting gesture, a tiny piece of kindling that ignited into uncontrollable flames.

Cool hands cover your ears from behind you. Your jaw relaxes and the tension dissipates from your shoulders. You turn around to see Atsumu wearing a scowl on his lips. Sighing as you cross your arms, you ask, "Atsumu, what are you doing?"

"Well if only there was a way to make 'em shut up," he replies with a sharp tone.

You lean away from him and swat his hands back. "You're too close," you tell him.

"Alright!" he says, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'll go!"

As he walks away, he crosses his thumb and index finger behind his back, forming a little heart. You smirk at his hidden gesture to you.

"I love you too, Atsumu," you silently tell him as a smile graces your lips. However, it vanishes like the mist in the sun when yet another person calls after him, someone he doesn't know.

You skirt around the other students, avoiding their path, and rush to your desk. There are too many dry leaves around; a single spark can burst everything into flames.

Why does everyone have to know Atsumu?

~*~*~

"I wish you could've been my partner for the project," you say.

Atsumu pours a glass of water and places it on the table in front of you. "You ended up with that new girl, right?" he mentions and you reply with a nod. "She should be safe to work with."

You're startled once again when you hear the chimes from the front door. A rattan room divider obstructs your view of it, but you hunch down anyway as you finally pick up your spoon.

Atsumu sits across from you, sharing something about his team. His eyes dim when he realizes you haven't been listening.

"This isn't working," he tells you. "I thought this restaurant would be better because people can't see us from here." He runs his fingers in his hair, a sign he's frustrated.

"I– I forgot people can still hear us," you say in a low voice.

Atsumu sighs. "Let's just watch a movie at my house," he says. "Osamu already knows anyway."

"You know we can't," you protest. "Not when Hana and Haku drop by so often. They're going to realize we're together."

"But how are we supposed to have any fun when you're so scared?"

"I–" You lower your gaze, eyes unfocused towards your untouched bowl of rice. "Sorry, Atsumu."

"It's not your fault," he reminds you yet again. This exchange has become all too familiar. "Maybe we should finally tell Hana and Haku what happened to you."

"And have them find out the guy in the rumours is their beloved brother?" You cross your arms over your chest and rub your hand on your sleeve. "I still want to be comfortable around them, Atsumu. Ignorance is bliss right?"

His mouth twists before a groan escapes from it. He slouches in his seat and stares at the food in front of you, which remains the way the waitress left it.

"Let's take the train to Tokyo next time," he mutters. "Nobody'll know us there."

Your eyes grow before looking up at Atsumu. "What?" you slowly enunciate just above a whisper. "Don't you know how expensive that is?"

He presses his lips together before sharing his next suggestion. "I know where 'Samu's secret stash of money is…"

You narrow your eyes at him. "No, we're not stealing from him to go on a date, Atsumu."

"Alright," he says, lowering his eyes and dropping his shoulders.

Seeing his expression, you offer another idea. "How about Osaka?" It's only one city away.

Atsumu's eyes light up, excited at the chance of finally getting to enjoy some time with you. Although your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes, you hope leaving the vicinity of last year's wildfires would be enough, for Atsumu's sake and yours.

~*~*~

Your heart beats faster and your throat becomes dry. You weren't getting enough air.

"You're okay," you tell yourself. "She's not talking about you."

"Seriously! That happened at my old school," your project partner snickers as she recounts her story to you. "They even got the kiss on camera too! I felt so bad for her, but it's her own fault for cheating on him."

You begin to feel dizzy, catching a whiff of smoke from another victim's fire. Her words add fuel to a fire that cannot be stopped. Wildfires burn and burn, and are never satisfied until they run out of kindling.

"Oh! I've been meaning to ask. Are you dating Atsumu? The two of you seem really close!"

Your throat struggles to take control, attempting to keep your stomach down; it doesn't want to burn either.

They'll say you're cheating on Kinjou-sensei.

The tongue is a powerful weapon, causing destruction by those who are both untrained and ignorant as well as the truly malicious.

Your knees buckle as you pant for air, your grip weak on the knob. You need to get out.

Atsumu's figure is before you and you relax as he catches you. You never would have imagined that this guy would be your fleeting oasis.

~*~*~

"Let's break up," you tell Atsumu.

You both knew this was coming, yet a bucket of icy water chilled to the bone regardless of whether or not it was expected. Speaking those words aloud shocked you back into reality.

You hesitated dating each other in the first place, but you couldn't help but caress his strong hands when he admitted his feelings for you. Growing up together in your group of five, he was by your side from snotty noses to acne breakouts.

You didn't expect to fall for the hot-head of your bunch when rumours of you dating Kinjou-sensei spread. Atsumu attempted to extinguish every flame he spotted, witnessing your anguish each time you got burned.

"Maybe we can still do this," you say, contradicting your previous words.

"And what? Have ya pass out again every time someone asks about us?" Atsumu protests. He lowers his eyes as he clutches your hand. "Do ya know how worried I was about ya?"

Your heart flutters for a moment before you remind yourself that you can't keep him, the boy who has been by your side for so long.

"Aghhhhh! This is so stupid!!! Why are we suffering because of this made up crap?! 'Kinjou-sensei' had put a bandaid on me a thousand times more than he did t' ya! But nobody gives a crap about that!"

"I'm sorry Atsumu."

"Why the heck are ya sorry?!" he says, raising his voice.

"I– If I was just strong enough... If I could withstand their stupid words"–your lip trembles–"maybe I wouldn't have to choose between you and having some peace."

There's another silence between the two of you. Your fingers are loosely intertwined together, barely holding the fragile string between the two of you, as if it were a wick that would combust and disappear in a split second.

"Maybe we should just run away," Atsumu mumbles aloud.

"What?"

"Ya know, transfer schools. Or even drop out if we need ta."

"Atsumu! You can't! We can't! You have volleyball! And I... this is the only school that gave me a scholarship."

"Agh! Why is this so frustrating?!"

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing, ya idiot! Ya did nothing wrong!" He presses and rubs his forehead with the heel of his palm. "I just… I wish I could do more for ya." His arm drops at his side. "I wish I didn't feel so useless."

Your tears drip down your face. Could they be counted any more? If only you didn't fear getting caught dating Atsumu, terrified that last year's fires would morph into a raging beast. But another wildfire would not only destroy you but also the man you loved. If only your sores healed by now, you could have shown off your boyfriend, disregarding any of the flames.

If only you were fireproof.

But you weren't and now you're forced to loosen your grip on Atsumu, the balm to your wounds, and let him fall out of your hands.

~*~*~

"I hadn't realized you two were still together."

Not even the overworked fan's whirring can drown out the strained silence that follows.

"We're not."

It was three years since you talked to Atsumu, four since rumours first raged through the school. The two of you went through cycles of getting back together and breaking up again every time you learned that fear was still crippling you. Cutting off contact was the less painful option.

Years later, you're at a friend's cottage and Atsumu comes along without knowing you're here as well. Now that high school has come and gone, the smoke has dissipated and the fires have finished their course. You can finally breathe.

But does Atsumu still want you?

To anyone else, Atsumu is bored out of his mind, resting his chin on his fist. Nobody sees his thumb and finger forming a tiny heart.

Your heart flutters and you blink back tears. You attempt to hold back your growing grin, but you have no reason to hide it anymore.

You wrap your arms around him, almost causing him to topple off of his chair, Atsumu letting out a yelp. "What the heck are ya doing?"

You can finally release your feelings for him, openly and freely. The dam opens and waters rush to engulf him before you settle into his embrace.

"I love you too Atsumu," you tell him without a care in the world.

Osamu tells you he changed when you cut off contact. He desired to be a man, not wanting to feel so powerless, and poured himself into things he could do. It paid off.

"Did ya want to go somewhere together? I could even take ya all the way t' Rome if ya want."

The two of you hold each others' hands as the ocean's edge cools your feet. You lean against his shoulder, cherishing the moment that at one point seemed like an inaccessible dream.

You give him a peck on the cheek and smile. "Tokyo seems like a nice place for a date for now."

~*~*~

I hope you enjoyed this fic. :) (And I hope you liked it Lia!!) I guess I can be poetic if I try. lol. I had a whole commentary written out for this fic, but I decided against posting it here and making my author's notes as long as the fic itself. 😂

If you enjoyed this fic, I don't really have any similar pieces of writing at the moment. The only one that's similar is the hurt/comfort Kunimi WIP I've put off writing for so long because I didn't think I could pull off this type of fic. (And also because I think only one person will read it.) The theme in that one is pity/pride because pitiful is Kunimi's most hated word.

Anyway, if you want to see my usual style of writing, I have a cute tooth-rotting fluff Atsumu x reader one-shot. I currently also have an ongoing fake dating chaptered Suna fic, which is probably my best planned fic with the hints and foreshadowing and a nice mix of humour, fluff and shoujo-type angst. :)

I also have a Google form for my taglist if anyone is interested.

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yeojaa · 3 years

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stay gold.

pairing. jjk x f!reader. rating. explicit. tags. blond!jk being a good boy? idk. that’s literally it. wc. 3k. beta reader. @hobi-gif, ofc. author note. this was meant to be pwp but i cannot shut up so here is this mess that is neither pwp nor something with a legit plotline. 🤠 blame blondie.

Having a content creator boyfriend is fun. Usually.

You get to go on cool trips, he gives you all of the random shit his sponsors send him, and you get to preen like a cat that ate the canary when his DMs blow up with hundreds of messages.

Sure, there are the downsides. All his stupid pranks - the ones that piss you off when you’re trying to do your makeup, the ones that have him dunking ice cubes on you while you’re in the middle of a shower - and his perpetual recording, camera glued to his hand and if not that, then his phone. There are the rude comments - the oh, that’s his girlfriend? He could do better was a common one - and the long hours he spends editing, holed away in his office; the beyond inappropriate packages he gets in the mail, thongs and other things that he immediately tosses away with a reassuring tilt of his pretty head.

You don’t mind it though. He enjoys it, thrives on it, and you’re there to support him.

But you’d never expected this.

This Adonis standing in the doorway, freshly styled strands pushed back from his forehead, glimmering gold falling across his eyes. He looks, for lack of a better word, unreal.

(You’re not often speechless. Can’t be, when you’re dating someone like Jeon Jungkook and everything he does either makes you laugh or infuriates you. Boring isn’t a part of his vocabulary and you’ve learnt to keep up with his antics over the years.)

(Still, this comes close, stealing all the air from your lungs.)

“Hey, baby.” It’s his usual greeting, offered without hesitation as he crosses the threshold and tosses his keys into the catch-all by the door. Kicks off his chunky sneakers and peels his sweater over his head, effectively tousling the tawny threads.

He’s so handsome it’s outright disgusting, leaving you gaping up at him from your post on the couch. Gives you very little to work with as he shimmies down the hall, grabs an apple off the kitchen island, and then not-so-gracefully plops himself down beside you.

You still haven’t found your words by the time he takes two gigantic bites, flesh crunching between his teeth, big doe eyes sparkling like he’s stepped right out of a Disney film.

“D’you like it?”

Did you? Well, obviously.

You’ve never imagined Jungkook blond. He’d gone through a phase in college, colours of the rainbow rotating through the ends of his hair. Brown, red, orange, blue. You’d loved each hue but this was something else entirely. (Different even from the two months he’d spent as full-on ginger, committing far too hard to his Haikyuu!! Halloween costume.)

This version of him is steeped in some twisted fantasy, a dream crafted by years of bedtime stories and happily ever afters. It screams Prince Charming and has you reaching for him before you know what you’re doing, threading fingers through the surprisingly soft silk that curls over his ears and looks so lovely next to the silver of his piercings.

You mean to be gentle, to comb delicately through flax but fuck. He looks so good you want to devour him. (You can only imagine your face - a lovesick puppy brought home from the pound.)

There’s still apple in his mouth, juice tracking down his chin because you’re really making it quite hard for him to chew when you’ve got him like this, two hands on either side of his face, holding him in place. Inspecting him like a piece of meat as he peers at you, deceptively innocent and amused. “That’s a yes?”

An answer comes in the form of a kiss, of limbs rearranging and settling directly into his lap. Knees wide, chest to chest, you can’t even be bothered by the sickly sticky feel of his skin, the way his hands are too cold to be creeping up beneath the hem of your - his - shirt.

(Where had he put the apple? You know it’s not finished, two bites in and left to roll all over the rug. You’ll give him shit for that later, when you’re not so distracted.)

“You look like Barbie,” you mumble against his lips, into the warmth of his mouth. You ignore the way he laughs, swallowing it down with a pass of your tongue and too much spit swapped, a string of saliva caught between you when you come up for air.

Somehow, you’re still lightheaded, all your thoughts framed into the familiar silhouette of the boy beneath you. Cherry red lips - your fault, from all your biting and teasing and the balm you’d applied earlier - and blond hair. Who would’ve known that was your weakness?

(Deep down, you know Jungkook as a whole is the issue. That it’s your stupid handsome boyfriend with his lopsided smile and bunny teeth, dimples and that scar on his cheek. This is just a new layer to be explored, another reason you love him added to the Jungkook Best Boy jar that sits front and centre in your mind’s eye.)

“Don’t say that,” he groans, equal parts reproach and affection, palms resting where they belong, nestled over your spine. Long fingers toy with the soft cotton of your thong, brushing over the seamless material with small repetitive motions.

You realise then his hands aren’t the only things heating up.

The two of you have an understanding, an abiding awareness of the boundaries of your relationship and the roles you take on. Best friend, occasional sucker for the sake of a TikTok, lover.

He knows how much you hate your dirty laundry being aired - does his very best to never post anything that might be misconstrued, ensures he only ever portrays you in a good light because the internet could be cruel. (Even if he argued with you in the quiet of your home, he’d keep you safe outside of the four walls.)

You know how he needs his quiet time but that sometimes, a night out was unavoidable, a part of his life he - and by extension you - couldn’t always say no to. (Even if you were achy and tired by midnight, glaring down at your phone as he made his rounds, exchanged contact details and rambled about shit that meant nothing.)

He’s learnt to make your eggs the way you love them: soft in the centre, covered with too much pepper. He never washes your clothes in hot water (not after The Great Sweater debacle) and he always makes sure not to use your special memory foam pillow.

You kiss him goodnight without fail and play with his hair until he falls asleep; you bury your face against his chest when he’s had a long day, signing your love with the felt-tip of your lips. You bring him fresh cut fruit when he’s been working for more than three hours and wash his hair when he’s stressed.

Knowing each other was easy; loving each other was like breathing.

This, though, is different. New. Special.

He’s never been like this before, glazed over in the eyes, patience wearing thin. Sat so well, picture perfect beneath you and cornsilk crown lighting his entire expression up like a halo, he’s ethereal.

“Baby,” he whines, grits through his teeth as you roll your hips that much slower, the glide impossibly smooth thanks to the lychee watermelon lube he’d received to his PO box. (One of the items you hadn’t thrown away from that package, together with a handful of other toys that’d come in handy over the months.)

You’re shameless, soothing a hand across his cheek, thumb slipping past his lips. (You ignore the noise of indignation, meet it with a twinkling laugh of your own.) It sweeps over his tongue, pressing down in tandem with the second sound - one that echoes out of his chest, a growl that pitches into a whine and makes your ears buzz. “Hi, baby.”

“Stop teasing.” It’s practically begging - or as close to it as Jungkook will get. It draws a smile and another pass of your thumb, gliding across his gums to slot against the interior of his cheek. You’ve got him fishhooked, immobile, even as he glares up at you.

(He’s so, so handsome. Looks utterly out of it even as he tries to harden his gaze, coerce you into doing what he wants with that stare that makes your heart lurch pathetically in your chest.)

“You don’t like this?”

You know he does - that he loves being pampered. That he’ll rarely ask, instead pouting at you from wherever he sits until you turn to putty under his gaze and smother him in all the love you have to offer.

“I do. I just—” The rest of his words don’t come, stolen by a gasp when you grind against him, swollen head of his cock bumping against your clit. He’s making a mess of you both, back arching, hips rising, hands fisted into the sheets even as he chases friction like a dog does its tail. The warmth between your legs is so close he looks as if he’ll lose his mind, rutting against your cunt like just the right angle might get him what he wants. “Fuck, baby.”

“I’m trying,” you retort, mouthful of teasing that only earns you another glare, some poor semblance of one as he bites into the webbing of your hand, bucks up impatiently.

“Please.” He tries again, a different tactic this time, all sugar-spun sweetness. Strawberry shortcake rather than sour cherry pie, so eager to get what he wants that he’s not above pulling out all the stops. A hand risen from the sheets, digits decorated in ink swimming over your skin, sinking into the meat of your thigh.

(He doesn’t push though. Knows you’ll pull the moment he does.)

“Please?” An echo chamber, endlessly teasing, and a ducked head, lips finding the sweat-slick column of his throat. Just one drag of your tongue has him crumbling further, careful composure slipping with each swivel of your hips, the edge of your teeth. There’s nothing but desperation radiating off him, demand choked back when you drift lower, tracing over his chest, teasing him in the ways you know best.

It’s all so unnecessary, drawing out what he wants until he’s a goner, three seconds from combusting beneath you. You’d give him anything he ever asked for - offer it all up on a silver plate, a meal fit for a king. This is just fun, different and exciting.

You relent with a minor adjustment, settling yourself against him, face dropped into the crook of his neck. “Slowly.”

He repeats after you, uncertain and hopeful; his hand falls further, warmth descending to pull you close, hold you still. As much as he needs this - needs you - he loves the slow burn just as much. The stutter of his pulse gives him away, erratic beneath your touch. He’s a thousand miles above the clouds, floating on cloud nine; every second passed is another tingle of his toes, a tightening of the coil in his stomach.

When he aligns himself against your core, pre-cum pearling over his tip, he does exactly as you’ve asked. Sinks into you at such a leisurely pace you wonder if you might be the one who splinters apart, shatters into a million tiny pieces at the way he splits you open.

“Good?” Jungkook asks so nicely it’s impossible for you to say no, to deny him this tiny bit of reassurance.

(Maybe it’s the way he looks, crowned in glittering gold, painted by Fra Angelico. Or maybe it’s how his smile spills like sunshine, a peachy pink horizon dragging over the apples of his cheeks, burnt red like their namesake.)

(Whatever it is, it’s everything you want, packed perfectly and pouting.)

“Good boy,” you purr, breath hitching once he’s sheathed to the hilt, seated so deeply within that you swear you can feel him in your throat.

You’ve never felt so full before - close to overflow, taunted and taxed by ridges and veins, each flex of his hips that drives him somehow further within your fluttering walls. So full you might burst, that you can’t possibly hold yourself together when he begins to move, fucking you tenderly, as if he can feel the weight of the moment.

There’s something happening. A shift in the air, in the axis of your planet that revolves around him. It falls on its side, spins wildly out of control, and you’re emotional. It’s not just his hair - that gilded crown he wears, heavy heavy heavy like aureate coin - or the impossible dark of his eyes - blown out, an entire galaxy devoured by the supermassive black hole that is his pupils. It’s the things you can’t see, the pieces beneath skin, soft and jammy, the tongue-tart sweetness.

(The thing with Jungkook is that he doesn’t let go, refuses to fully submit, always so careful to regulate his voice when things get to be too much. He’ll blink back his tears, stifle a sob, even as his breath disappears from nothing but a delicate brush of his chest.)

You take his vulnerability as a treasure, hold it close and craft a chest for its home, promise to keep it safe even while you're the one who poses the most danger. When it’s your teeth and tongue that eviscerates the soft of his flesh, makes him keen and gasp, heart pounding like hooves, beat imprinted against, under, into your palms.

When he begs you to move - manages the request in a broken articulation that makes you giggle - you give, swivel your hips in a figure eight, an infinity of motion that never ends.

You take all he has to offer and sing your praise into the wet of his mouth. Lick over teeth and gums and trade spit for love; know there’s only more where that came from, that the fountain begs to overflow as he finally - finally - breaks that much more, gripping your hips gentle as can be. Hands soothe up and down, an unspoken plea in how he thumbs your hip bones, taps hopefully over the small of your lower back.

He doesn’t need to speak for you to hear him.

It’s more than a kiss forming against your skin. It’s a confession of adoration, sealed by the frame of his mouth, cemented by the sting of his teeth. It’s I love you without saying it, plastering the pecks along your spine, placing them safely in all the spaces you’ve created for him.

It’s also an apology, because he’s just torn your castle to pieces, shattered your entire fantasy into smithereens.

He hadn’t expected you to react the way you had, rolling off him as if he hadn’t just been chasing the sweet bliss of release, splitting your walls and making you wail above him. It has him pouting, utilising the one thing that melts you down like candle wax.

“Baby,” he whines, reaching for you, needy and horny and so hard he imagines all the blood has rushed from his head straight to his cock. Everything spins when he moves with you, scrambles across the California king to paw at your hip.

He’d been so good for you - wasn’t that enough?

“Don’t,” you grumble, searing his insides with just one look. (It shouldn’t be as hot as it is.)

“But—” A plea punctuated by groping hands, eager as always, smoothing over the swell of your ass, flesh squeezing between knuckles. He’d normally let this go - fuck into his closed fist in the shower after he’s done something to cut playtime short - but he can’t help it now. He’s been on the edge for so long, lit up in neon that demands to be seen, heard, felt.

“Don’t dye it again.”

Oh?

That has him reeling, laughing, such a stupid grin across his face. It devours everything else, spearing dimples into place as he pulls you against him. You can feel his smile forming against your skin, the wet drag of his tongue as he sucks a welt into the sensitive spot of your shoulder.

“You wanna play with Barbie, baby?” It’s such a stupid line - utterly sophomoric and riddled with teasing and yet the delivery has you shivering in his arms, equally childish huff splitting your lips.

Jungkook doesn’t listen to you often - not about silly things like this - but he figures he can, just this once.

“I won’t,” he chirps, sneaking another kiss, stamping another smooch. It’s working exactly as he wants, stilling your protesting limbs as he cages you to him, slips his hand back where he most wants to be. The glide is perfect, a mixture of arousal and fruity lubricant; he slips a finger in without resistance, grinding his palm against your clit.

“R-really?” Of course you don’t believe him. He messes with you too often, plays too many pranks. (He deserves that.)

His promise comes too easy, driven by how nice you feel, how pretty you sound when he presses another digit in along the first. The scissor of his fingers is languid, exploring for the spots that make you breathless as he hums a noise of affirmation against your neck; he fucks you open as if he has to, as if you aren’t already dripping, eagerly sucking him in. “Really.”

“Put it in then, Ken doll.”

He laughs - and then he does. In bed, with your knee hooked over his, pace slow and sure and sinful. In the shower, bent over with his hands bruising your hips. In the kitchen for a late night snack, another apple in his mouth and your hands in his hair.

Maybe blonds did have more fun.

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milkiane · 3 years

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slowburn

pairings: colin zabel x reader

warnings: mentions of food, mentions of alcohol consumption (wine), implication of introversion

word count: 1529

author’s note: thank you, @tatesimper and @evanmybeloved for helping me, ily. requested. idk if this was what you wanted but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3

different, you thought, preposterous.

a new version of yourself arising from the carapace of who you used to be.

it was odd, looking at your orthodox self on the mucky reflection of the living room’s mirror. a striving endeavor to get out of your comfort zone.

“you cleaned up rather nicely tonight, what’s the occasion?” your mother asked, a bag of chips in hand in preparation for her usual movie reruns.

you stared back at her through the mirror, “uh, yeah. i’ve got a date with a friend of mine, he’s coming to pick me up in a few,”

she had a teasing grin on her face, “ooh, who’s the lucky man, then?”

a soft rap on the door interrupted the conversation you were having. you and your mum exchanged looks before the both of you scurried towards the door, attempting to get there before the other does.

once you had a hand on the knob, you sent her a warning look before opening the door.

and behold came the fine view of colin in casual clothes, much different from his professional attire as a detective, and whilst you were too busy ogling at each other, your mother, who was rather being too nosy for your liking, is trying to get a look at the man.

“i- wow,” colin breathed out, “you look lovely.”

“she does, doesn’t she?” your mother finally peeked through your shoulder and looked at colin from up to down in approval, “oh! what a handsome young man,”

your face flushed in diffidence, as did he but you were too busy shooting your mom a look to even notice. clearing your throat, you gave colin a sheepish smile, “are we ready to go?”

“oh, yeah!” he grinned, offering a hand of his to hold, “shall we?”

your mother giggled, making you scrunch your nose up. you took his hand and stepped out, before you could even close the door shut, colin looked back once more and waved to her, “it was nice meeting you, mrs. l/n!”

colin brought you to a nice park just by the eastside, surprising you by grabbing a picnic basket and a typical red and white patterned blanket.

“i’ve got just the perfect spot for us,” colin murmured, “just around here somewhere.”

you smiled, basking in the golden hour of the afternoon, auric hues enchanting your face in striking ways possible, walking side by side with colin as you clutched the blanket against your chest.

children were running around the grassy field, not a care in the world as they continued to go wherever their legs take them. friends and family scattered around, each one of them stuck in their own worlds.

colin took the opportunity to admire you, the casts of the sun had you glowing more than ever, having you locked in a state of celestiality. an angel amongst the crowds of delinquents and liars — if colin had ever seen one.

feeling the weight of his stare, you glanced back at the man. he looked away immediately, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks in embarrassment from getting caught.

you bit your lip to prevent the smile from growing wider, but colin caught it and let his own smile adore his lips. he beamed up as he finally found the spot, “there it is, c’mon!”

colin led you towards the huge sycamore tree that provided the right shade from the sun, but still a perfect view to watch it set from the burnished and tranquil collisions of a burst of red and yellow in the night’s calm.

setting down the blanket, you helped him unpack the remains of the basket. a bottle of wine, sandwiches, pastries, strawberries dipped in chocolate and other varieties of picnic-friendly food.

once everything was ready, you poured some wine for the both of you.

colin watched you with a small smile, your eyebrows furrowed and tongue poked out in concentration as he felt his adoration for you grow immensely.

you handed him a glass and furrowed your brows, “what?”

he shook his head and took a sip, “nothing, you just look gorgeous,”

letting out a small laugh, you turned to look at him, taking a moment to admire his features. there was a tiny scar on his right eyebrow, an aspect that proves that even the most perfect of people could have specks of imperfections, “you’re a sight for sore eyes yourself, colin,”

half a basket empty and a tipsy little detective later, the both of you were now sprawled across the blanket. eyes focused on the fluffy clouds that were fluttering across the blue sky.

you had tons of theories on how this date could possibly go, but cloud watching with a man who got tipsy from a couple glasses of wine hasn’t ever crossed your mind.

“look, colin, that looks like a heart,” you pointed out, your heads nearly bumping into each other.

“oh, yeah,” he grinned, his eyes turning to the next bundle of clouds. one particular flocculent cloud caught his attention, his eyes beaming up in fascination, “hey, look! that one looks like you.”

“where?” you asked, tilting your head as you tried to find where his eyes were trained.

with a little bit of liquid courage left, colin grabbed your hand and pointed it out. for a second, you completely forgot about the cloud he was currently tracing while holding your hand, your attention is entirely directed at him. you felt your cheeks heat up, and you were quite sure it wasn’t from the cold breeze that easttown brought.

his lips were moving, but you couldn’t focus on what he was talking about. there were crinkles at the side of colin’s eyes whenever he smiled or laughed, a freckle on the tip of his nose, and dimples that were worthy of charming anyone.

“did you see the resemblance, y/n?” colin grinned, turning his gaze away from the clouds to see you already looking at him.

you snapped out of your thoughts, chuckling nervously as he caught you staring, “oh- yeah, yeah, i did,”

colin marveled at you, the slow overcast of the sun creating an ambient filter that could give the greek goddesses a run for their money? lightning? magic? colin didn’t know, all he knew is that not a single person or mythical physique could ever be as ethereal as you.

you smiled softly, turning away to look back at the sky, “oh, colin, the sun is setting!”

you and colin sat up, eating the leftover strawberries as you leaned against the tree.

your hands were inches apart, and colin was the first to notice, but not before he smiled at your lighthearted state. he let his head hit the trunk, slowly moving his hand closer, lifting his pinkie a bit on top of yours.

too shy to make a move, he left it there. you looked at your grazing fingers, staring at him momentarily before looking back at the sun, slightly moving your hand to intertwine your pinky with his.

to any beholders, all they would see is a casual couple, getting lost in their own bubble of love.

but for the both of you, it was more of a start of a new beginning, a teenage love experienced by two grown adults. butterflies in your stomach, bashfulness that causes rosy cheeks, and discretion to keep your heart from getting broken.

colin parked his car and rushed out to your side to open your door. the sun was long gone, the shaded colors of reds and yellows now consumed by specks of twinkling stars that coated the dark sky.

he walked you towards the front door and you turned to him with a bashful smile and said, “well, this is me,”

he chuckled, “yeah,”

seemingly not ready to accept that your date is over, the both of you stood there silently.

“i really-”

“today was-”

you both shared a laugh, “you go first,”

“i really had fun today, colin,” you confessed, interlacing your fingers together as you balanced yourself back and forth on the heels of your feet.

“me, too, actually,” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair, “and i’m hoping that we could go out again sometime?”

“of course,” you smiled. the curtains from your living room got drawn open, in came the sight of your mother watching with anticipation.

you groaned in embarrassment, “i-”

he only laughed softly, with your head still turned away from him, colin leaned in a bit to kiss your cheek, “well, i’ll be staying in touch with you for next time,”

but when you turned to look at him, he pecked your lips by mistake.

colin’s eyes widened, stuttering out an apology, but you cut him off by pulling him into a sweet kiss, your hands finding their way on his face and one running through his hair. kissing back almost immediately, colin slowly wrapped his arms around your waist respectfully.

pulling back a bit, he leaned his forehead against your own, both of you unable to open your eyes for a moment.

“finally!” your mom exclaimed, “now this is a slowburn better than the movies!”

“mom!”

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Dog Days Part 23: Almost Too Easy

((Y/N catches up with Wilford before they have a meeting with the studio’s manager.

This and the next part are both going to be on the longer side. I also feel like I should give a head’s up that there is some gaslighting happening the later conversation. Just one character being all around not okay, but that’s pretty normal for him.

And here are links to yesterday’s part and to the series masterlist if you need them.))

You waited until the studio doors closed behind the others, and then a little longer to give yourself time to breathe, to prepare yourself for what might happen next. And still, you had no idea what to say to the man who was still whistling to himself, as though waiting to be invited back into your earlier conversation.

“Colonel,” you said, and the whistling stopped.

Wilford looked over at you and beamed. “Now there’s a name I haven’t heard in years! I’ve gone through so many over the years, you know, can hardly keep track of them all…What did you say your name was, again?”

“What?” you stared at him, sure that he must be joking. But as the silence went on too long, you asked, “You don’t…you don’t remember me?”

Wilford approached and leaned on the back of the chair he had been sitting in a minute ago as he studied you. “Of course! You told me your name earlier, it was…Dave, right?”

“Dave?” you repeated.

“Dave!” Wilford plopped down in the chair and leaned toward you again, his eyes bright. “How have you been? How’s the wife and kids? See, couldn’t be sure, you don’t look like a Dave, but something about your face just reminded me of that name, you know?”

“Colonel, I’m not Dave,” you said. “You told me…you told me how Dave died, remember? Do you remember, we were sitting outside, and you—you showed me your arm?”

Wilford glanced down at his arm and rolled back his shirt sleeve to reveal the bite mark, still as livid as the first time he showed it to you, when he told you how the ambush on his unit ended with him bitten and his comrade past any hope of saving.

“Y-yeah, I remember…” Wilford said softly, running his fingers over the scars. “Good man, that Dave.”

He blinked hard for a moment before he looked back up at you, and for the first time, recognition seemed to spread across his face. “Y/N! Why, I haven’t seen you in ages! How have you been, what have you been up to?”

“I’ve been trapped in a mirror for decades.”

“Well, that’s still no excuse not to visit,” Wilford scolded, shaking a finger at you. “You’re as bad as that hunter, haven’t seen that guy since the party. Wonder what he’s been doing.”

“I think he’s been looking for you,” you said, thinking now might not be the time to bring up why. “Is there anyone else from the party that you have seen? Like…”

“I think that butler and the chef opened up a restaurant together,” Wilford said, scratching his chin. “Good place, fun crowd, you should go there sometime.”

“Yeah, I’ve been.” You hesitated, knowing who you really wanted to ask about, but before you got a chance, Wilford was practically in your face, grinning knowingly.

“Go there with someone else?” he asked. “Like on a date?”

“No. I was stuck as a wolf at the time, and couldn’t change back no matter how hard I tried.”

Wilford nodded, as though this was a common problem. “It’s hard to get back into the dating scene after a while. Just give it time, find someone special, you’ll work it out. And don’t marry just because they have a funny name, believe me, it does not last.”

“You got married? What about Celine?” you asked, realizing a fraction of a second too late what you had just said.

But instead of becoming upset, Wilford’s eyes went soft and he said, almost dreamily, “Oh, Celine. My heart still beats for her to this day, or as much as it beats for anything. But if she saw me, she’d probably carve mine out.”

You started to ask why he thought that, only for the memory of that face on the other side of the glass to come to mind, the look of utter disgust on his face before he walked away. So completely different than the man you thought you knew.

You blinked rapidly and focused on your breath, until you felt calm enough to take another shot at getting something close to an answer out of Wilford.

“At the restaurant, I was with someone else,” you said, trying to ignore the knowing smile on his face. “A man who called himself the Host.”

“Like the game show host?” Wilford asked. “Bim’s a bit hard not to recognize, but I can bring him back if you need another go at it—”

“No, not Bim. He wore bandages around his eyes, and walked with a staff. And he had a voice, that could get other people to do what he wanted. Does that sound familiar to you at all?”

There had to be some kind of connection here. At the park, where the Host had been attacked, you smelled what you now recognized was that magitek thing, Google, and his scent had led you to the disco, to Abe, to Wilford.

But Wilford shrugged and said, “Doesn’t ring a bell. Course, it all gets jumbled up, mixed together these days. That Google guy always says I’d wander off on my own if he wasn’t there to keep an eye on me, like I don’t do that every other day. You have to, around here, if you ever want to actually have some fun. Why, if it were up to him, I’d never leave the studio at all!”

“…Why are you here, Wilford?” It occurred to you that Bim had acted as though he had been asked to find somewhere to put Wilford, as though someone had brought him into the studio and only then realized they needed something for him to actually do. You remembered the flyer, the note written on the back of it. “Who asked you to come here?”

He winked at you and said, “Same one who invited you, I’m guessing. You are a VIP, after all.”

Your mind immediately went to the scent that took you from the park to that flyer, to Google. He worked for the studio, but who did he answer to, really? The Jim twins and Bim both invoked the studio’s policies and rules when talking to him—if he really was just a mixture of magic and technology, then it made sense that he would be bound to some kind of rule system, but he still needed someone to give him orders.

“Oh, someone’s looking thinky,” Wilford said. “And that’s no good for anybody. You’ve gotta trust those instincts of yours, Y/N!”

“If I did that, I wouldn’t even be here right now,” you muttered. “Col—Wilford, doesn’t something feel off about this place to you?”

“Mmm…no?” Wilford shrugged and jumped out of his chair, as though sitting still for any length of time was completely beyond him. He paced around a bit before adding over his shoulder, “And is that what your instincts are really saying? To turn tail and run?”

You started to answer, only to hesitate at the last second. Part of you was wishing that you had taken Chase up on his offer to just leave, to let this lie and walk away, but you knew you couldn’t do that. Not when you had found the Colonel again, for the same reason you couldn’t bring yourself to just let Abe leave without trying to reach out to him, even though you had every reason not to trust him. Because you could feel the edge of something bigger here, of answers to questions you had been left alone with for far too long.

“My instinct’s saying someone here knows more than they should, about what happened to us,” you answered, but when you stood up you realized that Wilford wasn’t listening to you anymore.

His gaze was distant, fixed on nothing in particular that you could see.

“Colonel?” you asked, and when he didn’t respond you prodded his arm carefully. “Wilford? Is something wrong?”

He jumped, putting several feet in between the two of you as he brushed at his forehead and said, “Yes? No, just realized that Bim might be on to something with that lunchtime thing. Positively starving, you?”

Before you could answer, he was already moving toward the studio doors at a fast clip that you could barely keep up with when it occurred to you to try and follow him, and he said, “I have a room here, you know? My name on a star and everything, they bring me my meals on the regular there, I bet it’s already waiting.”

“Wilford—” The name still felt strange on your lips as you followed him out into the hallway, where he paused only briefly before lurching off again. “Your…your meals, they aren’t—You still eat a lot of meat, right?”

“Of course! I love me my meat, you won’t see me turning vegetarian anytime soon,” Wilford said, pausing at a door that really did have a star and the name “Wilford Warfstache” on it to give you a wink. “Sorry, I just get a little antsy if it’s been a while. You know how it is.”

“You’re still craving meat,” you said, more of an observation than a question when you could already smell what was waiting for him on the other side of the door. “Has it—has your condition been a problem? I mean, does it seem to have gotten better at all, or…?”

Wilford opened his door and positively beamed at the stack of slabs of meat piled up on a plate, all of which could barely qualify as medium rare. Someone had bothered with trying to season it, at least, but the smell underneath the spices still made your stomach turn.

“I feel like that’s something I would remember…” Wilford mused, the same man who had mistaken you for his dead comrade just minutes ago. You remembered how he told you his hunting kept him well stocked enough to curb the cravings, but you wondered how he had kept that up before ending up here. As your roommates had discovered while trying to feed a wolf, meat was expensive when you weren’t out getting it yourself. That the kitchen staff here were ready to send up this kind of meal on the regular suggested that someone else here knew about Wilford’s condition. He shrugged and asked, “Are you hungry? I’m always willing to share, and the kitchen staff here can send up more—”

“No,” you said quickly, taking a step back from the dressing room. It was one thing to eat that much meat as a wolf, but even then uncooked meat did some bad things to your imagination. “No, I’m…I’m good. Thanks.”

“They make some excellent desserts,” Wilford offered, but his further mentions of cakes and pies while you could still smell the fresh meat just made your nausea worse. “Okay, your loss. Still, don’t be a stranger! I don’t want to wait however long it’s been to see you again, do you hear me?”

“…I’ll try,” you said, and that seemed to be answer enough as he smiled at you before closing the dressing room door behind him. You stood alone in the hallway for a moment, feeling a strange sense of sadness as you looked at the star on the door.

Celine had promised him, once, to help find a cure for the zombie bite that had infected him. That he had been able to stay in control of himself this long was amazing, but you knew from your own condition that just being able to control something didn’t mean that it wasn’t still a problem. It just meant living with the fear of losing that control.

You tried to shake it off, telling yourself those kinds of thoughts right now weren’t exactly helping you or Wilford. Walking back to the elevator, you paused and stared at the up and down arrows, and the directory sign next to the buttons. Chase had said the Jim twins were taking him and Jameson to Studio 5, but you still hesitated to hit the button that would call the elevator. Right now, you found yourself alone and unsupervised in the studio; not a chance you could hope to have very often, or if you rejoined the others.

Inside the elevator, you studied the buttons before selecting the unlit human resources button, just to see where it would take you. Plus, it was near the top where you suspected more of the higher-up offices would be, and someone there might be able to point you in the right direction. Google had said he was going to report to a producer, so maybe it was one of them who hired Wilford. And, if nothing else, being a werewolf did leave you with a talent for eavesdropping from far enough away not to be noticed if you were careful.

Except when the doors slid open on the Human Resources floor, they revealed dark hallways and empty desks, along with a smell of cleaning supplies that hadn’t completely banished the musty scent of undisturbed air and dust bordering on decay. A scent that was all too familiar to you. You punched the close doors button, pressing it over and over again until they finally slid shut and quickly selected the next floor up.

Only to have the doors slide open and reveal a set of offices that looked a lot more like you had expected, alongside a surprised-looking woman standing outside waiting to take the elevator.

“Who are you?” she asked, even as her eyes went down to the visitor’s badge hanging around your neck.

“Uh—”

“Oh, Y/N,” she said, her tone changing quickly. “Did Google send you to the wrong floor? He was supposed to take you to the studio manager’s office himself.”

“Manager?” you repeated. “I think I might have—”

Before you could come up with an excuse, she smiled and said, “Don’t worry, this place can be easy to lose yourself in if you don’t know where you’re going. Let me show you.”

She stepped into the elevator alongside you and pressed yet another button, except this one did have a label: “ID Required.”

“Your badge should work, if Google’s added you to the list,” she said. “Just hold it up in front of the scanner, and it’ll read the code on the bottom.”

Still absolutely baffled as to who this woman was or what was going on, you followed her directions and held your visitor badge up to the black square that until now you had just assumed was for decoration. She patiently turned your hand so that it was facing the correct way, and the elevator gave a different tone before it began moving upward.

“Uh, thanks,” you said, but she just shrugged.

“I’m just glad I caught you. I was about to head to lunch, and I doubt one of the editors would even notice someone was wandering around looking for help. And then I’ve got to go have a talk with Wilford, again…” she muttered the last part, pinching the bridge of her nose underneath her glasses and sighing before she seemed to remember someone else was there. “Is this your first time in the studio?”

“Y-yes, it’s been interesting,” you answered, trying to figure out how to tactfully ask who this studio manager was and why they wanted to see you without giving away that you still weren’t sure why your name had been on the visitor list at all. “I’m guessing you’re one of the producers here?”

“That’s right, name’s Kathryn,” she said, sticking out her hand for you to shake just before the elevator doors slid open once again to reveal a large foyer-like area, well decorated with artwork and an expensive-looking rug, even a set of vaguely humanoid shaped statues on either side of the opposite dark oak doors, alongside plants and wide windows to let in the sunlight and show off the rest of the city further below. “He’ll be waiting for you, just go right in. And if you need anything at all after you’re done here, just let me or one of the crew know.”

“Thank you,” you said, stepping out into the foyer and walking as far as the middle of the room before the elevator doors closed behind you. At which point, you were free to panic on your own.

This was bad.

Either whoever was on the other side of those doors thought you were someone else who just happened to share the same name, or they knew exactly who you were and had been expecting you.

It wasn’t hard to guess which one of those was the worse option, or the more likely one considering Wilford’s presence here as well.

You looked over your shoulder at the elevator doors and the curtain-like drapes to either side that you suspected, based on the layout of the floors below, hid the door to the stairwell. Either one would be an easy escape back down to the others.

You took a deep breath, in the process realizing that this room had recently been cleaned, or wasn’t used often enough for you to be able to pick up the scent of anyone else, familiar or not. A shame, considering the view, and you would have liked to have some kind of idea what you were walking into when you forced yourself to walk toward the set of doors on the other side of the room.

Doors which swung open as you approached, seemingly on their own, to reveal an office on the other side possibly larger and more elegant than the foyer that led into it, if you had been in any state of mind to notice.

Instead, your eyes were drawn toward the desk in the center of the room and the man in a well-tailored suit casually leaning against the front of it who smiled at you and said, in an all too familiar voice:

“Hello, Y/N. Long time, no see.”

A snarl escaped your throat as you lunged forward, nails like claws digging into the polished surface of the desk and leaving deep scratches where the man had been just a moment before. Your other senses caught him, and before he could do so much as breathe, you spun around and slammed him up against the wall behind one of the doors, a growl coming from deep within your chest that sounded a lot more like it came from the wolf.

“You.” It barely came out as a word, as you struggled not to change back right here and now and let the wolf take over everything you’d like to do at the moment.

Only because you wanted to get some answers first, and for that you needed to remain in control and stay human for a little longer, at least.

“Me,” he answered, sounding calm for someone who had a half-transformed werewolf at his throat. Dark eyes studied with you interest, and the heartbeat you could feel underneath your hands was calm, steady, if far too slow. “Although I’m not sure we’re thinking of the same person.”

“I know who you are,” you said, your hand pressing tighter against his neck, forcing his chin up to reveal old scars there and under the collar of his shirt. Scars left by Mark, before he tossed aside this body in favor of a new one that hadn’t suffered as much abuse. “Damien. Or am I talking to Celine?”

He smirked. “That’s a…complicated question these days. The process of taking this body took its toll on Celine which she hasn’t quite recovered from yet, and dear Damien, well…there are some things you can’t walk away from without being changed. I’m sure you can relate.”

You growled, already suspecting that you wouldn’t have nearly enough patience to deal with whoever was piloting this corpse at the moment. Did it really even matter, anymore?

“No, these days most people just call me ‘Dark,’ if they even bother to give me a name. I’m just the studio manager, after all.”

“Dark Entertainment Studios. So they think you named this place after yourself,” you said, but the smirk on his face disappeared when you added, “Guess you and Mark have that in common too, then. Markiplier, Markiplier Manor…”

“Do not compare me to him,” “Dark” said, anything like humor or fake friendliness dropping from his tone. “I am nothing like that man.”

You laughed, a bitter sound that was far too close to becoming tears. “Really? After everything you did, you want to pretend you have some kind of moral high ground over Mark?”

Dark didn’t move, but you felt something grab at your arms, your legs, your chest, a cold darkness that spread from somewhere behind you to wrap you in its tight, choking grip.

“You know better than anyone else what he did to us, Y/N. He betrayed us all, turned us against each other for his own amusement and then left us to die while he walked away in my body, all because he couldn’t handle having his heart broken. He manipulated us, used us, and then—”

“So did you!” You strained forward with another snarl, unsure if the way the office around you was fading was because of whatever was holding you back or because you were cutting off your own blood flow trying so hard to break free from it. “How dare you talk about betrayal and lies?! You left me there, trapped to burn and die over and over again in that mirror for years! Decades! I trusted you, Damien, I believed you, I would have done anything to help you and Celine, and you…”

“Needed to pay a price,” Dark answered coolly, no trace of emotion in his eyes or face despite your words. “Power requires a cost, and returning us all to the land of the living, you back to your body and Celine and Damien to this one, to get these broken bodies of ours moving again, all of that does not come cheaply, my friend.”

He paused at the pained growl that came out of you and walked away, a moment later the grip the darkness had on you disappearing as quickly as it started. You turned to find him standing on the other side of his desk, glancing down at the claw marks you left before looking up at you again.

“Celine and Damien became consumed by their desire for revenge, to do whatever it took to destroy Mark, no matter how long it took, no matter what it cost. Thus was born me, ‘Dark.’ Your…beloved detective has paid a similar price, whether or not he realizes it. And you…you spent your time in the mirror, in your cage of silver, and your price was paid that way.” Dark shrugged easily and said, “It’s one reason I made it a little…easier for your magician to find you. Once the time was right.”

“You—what?”

Marvin had been looking for you, ever since he and the others found out about your disappearance. He had told you that, told you how he had even gone to the house before and found nothing, but only now did it click into place.

“You were hiding me from him. You could have let me go at any moment, and instead you kept anyone else from helping me?”

“Because the price—” Dark paused as you lunged forward and vaulted over the desk only for your clawed hands to slash at empty air, before he continued from the other side of the room, “Had to be paid. I’m not your enemy here, Y/N, whatever you may be thinking right now.”

“You stole my life from me!”

“After you lost it,” Dark answered, again moving out of your reach in the blink of an eye. It was the same way Jackie moved sometimes, when he would show up out of nowhere or disappear just as quickly to go out and do his vigilante work. Whatever Damien and Celine had become, you could smell the entity’s influence still at work here. “After Mark set you up to die, over and over again in his little game. The cards, the silver bullets, in every way he stacked the deck against you. Not that you were the only one; if it were up to him, he would have been the only one to walk out of that house alive.”

“…He was the only one who came back, after you left,” you said, carefully watching Dark for his reaction. “He offered to help me get out of the mirror.”

Dark’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment his form became hazy, as though the darkness was back again and swirling around him with flashes of gray and silver like static. “I’m sure he did. You would make the perfect pet then, being bound to pay back your debt to him. A tempting idea—”

Dark again disappeared and reappeared, but this time you were ready, and it was only the darkness that followed him that held you back as he smirked and continued, “But it does seem like you’re lacking the training someone like him would prefer.”

Mark’s last words came back to you, not that they had ever left you for long since that short conversation.

“I’ll come back around, once you’ve learned how to heel.”

Dark, studying your face closely, saw the flicker in your eyes, the sting of memory, and he took a step closer to you as he said, “I could have been the one to free you from the mirror. I could have brought you back here, nursed you back to health, left you dependent on me for every meal, for every breath of fresh air and whisper of sunlight until you realized that I was the only one you could ever really trust to come back for you. I could have made you mine, no matter how long it took.”

He was closer now, and a hand went to the side of your face, just close enough to leave a trace of warmth without touching you (or being within biting range).

“But what did I do instead? I led your friends to you. I watched from a distance as you gathered your strength, as you readjusted to the world. I used Google to leave a trail for you, away from that pointless detour you were going down to Wilford, to here, so that you could come on your own terms, and meet me face to face,” Dark said. “All because I think, with enough time, you’ll understand. That you can be reasoned with, that you’re not some wild animal that needs to be caged until you’re tamed. Believe me when I say that Mark would not have exchanged the same courtesy, if he had been able to get to you.”

You lunged backward, either breaking the grip the shadow had on you or being let go to keep your distance from Dark, even though you knew this room wasn’t nearly big enough to give you all the distance you wanted right now. “And what, you expect me to be grateful? Like the fact that you had a chance to be even worse and didn’t take it somehow undoes everything else you’ve done?”

You paced back and forth along the side wall of the office, oblivious to the window and view as you passed, to the paintings and the fake plant in the corner because nothing living could survive in this room with him and whatever it was that surrounded him, that toxic air that tore at the back of your mind and, for a moment, made you feel like you were back in the house, back to pacing the floor of a hollow reflection, where your body wanted nothing more than to change to the wolf and the safety and security that form provided.

Your fists clenched, forcing the claws to turn back to fingernails, as you continued, “You trapped me there, left me to suffer, you—I—and for what?! So you could become some TV executive?!”

Level with his desk now, it was an easy swipe of your arm that sent papers flying and his computer monitor crashing to the ground. He did nothing to stop you, and did not even flinch as the coffee mug went sailing by his head, an inch or two off thanks to your still recovering eyesight.

“If you’re done,” Dark started, only to pause as the stapler almost nicked his ear. Your aim was getting better. “Of course, the first thing I did once I left the house was track down Mark, which proved more…difficult, than I imagined it would be. He had been with the entity in that house for so long, had learned so much from it, while I was still a patchwork of broken souls bound together by spite and revenge. He nearly killed me, assuming I can even die anymore.”

His expression changed, the disgust evident in his eyes and the turn of his mouth, or as much as you could see them through the thickening haze around him. “But he let me live. Said every ‘hero’ needed a ‘villain’, and he had such great plans for us and this city.”

He spat out the words, and for a moment you thought you saw not one but two men standing there screaming before the haze around him settled back into one form. “If you thought the little game he had us play back at the party was bad, then you cannot begin to imagine what has followed since then, even if it started off small. Our deaths on the front page of every paper must have ruined any hope he had of slinking his way back into society even with a new face, and we both had to be careful not to attract any unwanted attention.”

“So, the first ‘game’ was how to regain power, how to manipulate from the shadows. He chose his pawns, and I chose a medium that I saw some potential in,” Dark smirked and added, “Mostly in the potential it had to hurt the former actor’s ego, I will admit, but still, it has turned out far better than I could have ever expected. First TV, then all the opportunities a more connected world provided with such a willing and eager audience.”

“Why?” you asked, trying to ignore the prickle under your skin that suggested fur trying to grow out. “What’s the point of all of this?”

“We can tear each other apart all we want, but we’ve both grown stronger over the years and the casualties for everyone around us would be…significant, if that happened. Like destroying all of the chess pieces until there’s not even a board left to play on. So instead, we find other outlets to gain an advantage over the other. Mark would say that it’s a fight for the soul of this city, but then he was always the one for delusions of heroism,” Dark said with a roll of his eyes. “This city isn’t the one you remember, but you’ve probably already realized that. Technology, progress, all of that. And monsters, allowed to live out in the open! Assuming they’re the right kind of monster, of course, as long as they can be tamed and fit within his precious view of what is right and good.”

“Meanwhile, I’ve been more than welcoming to our…less than conventional employees here. Under my protection, they have nothing to fear from the Bronson Institute. Bim Trimmer would be a stuffed curiosity if Mark had his way, but here he can be in front of the camera, in the homes and on the phones of millions, to become comfortable to them. He used to be nothing more than a glorified gate guardian, and now people come to the studio to have selfies taken with him and to get his autograph. And the same goes for every other nonhuman that appears on his shows.”

Dark stepped closer and you immediately took a step back, but he merely bent down to pick up a knickknack that had been knocked to the floor during your sweeping off of the desk. It was a metal recreation of the studio’s logo, a silhouette of the city skyline with D.E. Studios engraved into it with a cursive script, and weighty enough that if you had been thinking clearly you would have tried to hurl it at his face before knocking it to the ground.

“Influence what people see, what they’re exposed to, and you influence what they think. There’s a power in that, and I think that I have used mine well, don’t you?” Dark asked.

You bit back your instinctive response to that, very aware that Dark was trying to do just that right now. Control what he told you, paint a picture that portrayed him as the suffering hero here and influence what you thought. Instead, you asked, “Is that why you brought Wilford here? To protect him? But if so, why wait until now?”

“When has Wilford ever needed my protection? His mind isn’t what it used to be, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, but he still has that same astonishing ability to survive whatever comes his way. No...” Dark frowned down at the studio logo, turning it over in his hands as though searching for something on its surface, before he looked back up at you.

“These games, they’re not just about the ‘fate of the city’ or whatever you want to call it. Mark wants power, but more than that, he wants to make everyone who hurt him suffer as much as he thinks he suffered. And I’ll admit that at least for me, the feeling is mutual. The same night you broke free from the mirror, Wilford was playing what would be his last show at that disco, and a certain hunter was on his way back to the city. Do you really think that was a coincidence? A new game has started, and Mark and I have already chosen our players.”

You stared at him as this information sank in. Wilford was here, under Dark’s protection, which meant that he must have “chosen” him. And there was only one person Mark would choose if that was the case, only one person who had been searching after the Colonel all this time already, who Dark had already said was just as consumed by revenge as the man you once thought you knew. It would be so easy to push him in the right direction and watch him go.

“And how do these games of yours end?” you asked, your mouth so dry that you could barely get the words out.

Dark raised an eyebrow at that, his expression saying that you both already knew the answer to that.

Among the remains of everything that had once been on his desk, there was a low buzz before Google’s voice came from the surprisingly still functioning black glass orb that was cracked down the middle.

“Sir, there is an issue that requires your permission for maximum response.”

Dark sighed and nudged the device with the toe of his shoe, causing the surface of it to change and become a lighter shade of gray. Perhaps it was lighting up with some color, but you couldn’t be sure and it didn’t seem to matter much when it began to flicker and stutter.

“I’m going to go ahead and assume the answer is no, but explain.”

Google’s voice was distorted when he spoke through the device again, glitching and stuttering as he said, “Your-your response is-is-is unclear, Sir. There appears to be an err-err-error in the—”

There was a garble of noise before his voice came through again, “Unauthorized intruders in the-in the-in the—one matching record on fi-i-i-ile, Abe—”

Another garble of static, and when Dark attempted to prod the device again, it responded by neatly splitting in half along the crack as the glow within died completely.

“I paid a lot for that,” Dark remarked, sounding surprisingly calm despite this latest revelation. “A direct line to that Google unit, among other things.”

“You mean you can’t get him back?” you asked. “What’s he going to do to Abe?”

“Well, without directions from an authorized source, he will have to resort to his programming. Or at least, how he chooses to interpret it in this situation.” Dark shrugged and said, “He generally tends to prefer the lethal options. A bit of a problem that his creator couldn’t be bothered to work out in the first run of development, I suspect.”

“Then tell him to stop,” you growled, stepping up to Dark only for him to stare you down.

“And how, exactly, am I to do that? You destroyed the device, and as I don’t know where in the building they are, calling around isn’t likely to be helpful. And of course, you make the mistake of assuming that I care.” Dark didn’t flinch as you grabbed him again, and there was no attempt by his shadow to defend himself as he continued, “I’m not stopping you from doing whatever you want, Y/N, but I’m not about to do anything for that man. You can run and find your precious hunter, but I think in the long run you will wish you had stayed here and let Google do his job. A hunter is a hunter, after all, and you…”

He cast his eyes down before meeting yours again, and you became painfully aware of your current state. You could feel the shape of your teeth that did not belong in this mouth, the fur still itching to show itself, the claws digging into the palms of your hands. All it would take was a single push, and you would change entirely with no guarantee of how long it would take to change back, assuming you even could.

But you couldn’t let this happen, either.

“This game is over,” you snarled into his face, promising yourself that this wasn’t going to end here, that you would make sure Dark and Mark both paid for what they had done.

Until then though, you had more important things to worry about, starting with finding Abe before Google found him, or before he found Wilford.

Dark watched you run out of the office and tear back the curtains hiding the door to the stairs in the foyer before disappearing from sight. He smiled to himself and leaned back against his desk, oblivious to the mess around his feet. His fingers, however, found the deep marks you had left behind on the otherwise smooth, dark surface. So much anger, so much fear, and so much confusion.

It was almost too easy.

((End of Part 23. Thanks for reading! Fun fact, in the first ideas for this story, it was Actor Mark who was running the studio, but I feel like Dark being here fits better. Plus, more of a Markiplier TV feel that way. I also had Dark casually admitting that sometimes there’s the occasional “accident” involving audience members or contestants, before I remembered that he’s supposedly trying to get Y/N on his side. XD

The next part is the one that I wanted to get to before I started posting again, which is why there might be another delay after tomorrow. I’ll talk more about that in the notes section of that part.

Link to Part 24: Three Shots Fired.

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dirtyoatmeall · 3 years

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Lady Luck (Kirishima x reader)

A/N: My first request! I hope you like it!! If you couldn’t tell, I am a sucker for friends to lovers, and I’ve been listening to Jenny by Studio Killers, so expect a fic revolving around that soon lmao

The jist of it: You’re in love with your best friend Kirishima, it took getting stabbed to let him know it.

Pairing: Kirishima Eijiro x reader (I don’t think I use any pronouns for the reader)

Word Count: ~2k (my longest to date!)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of stabbing)

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Lady luck was definitely not on your side.

You knew it as soon as you opened the door to your class on the first day of your hero course at UA and saw him. Your heart dropped into your stomach at the sight of his red hair and bright smile. You thought about turning around and either dropping out of the hero course or just out of UA all together, but alas, red eyes found yours and you suddenly found yourself crushed into a hug.

“(Y/N)! I didn’t know you were in the hero course! How awesome is it that we’re both in the same class!” You flushed slightly at his excitement, patting his back awkwardly before taking a step back from his embrace. Confusion rippled over his expression but it was gone as fast as it came. You avoided eye contact and mustered up a small smile and a soft statement of agreement, face still flushed pink. He opened his mouth to speak, you couldn’t help but glance at his sharp teeth before meeting his eyes and then deciding to focus on the small scar above his eye.

Before he could speak again, the door behind you opened and his eyes flickered to the person behind you. You took the momentary distraction as a chance to escape, mumbling a soft ‘ “scuse me” and moving quickly to a seat in the back. You busied yourself with the things in your bag, trying to make it look like you weren’t avoiding the teen, who no doubt was confused over the way you were acting.

You let out a soft sigh of relief as he moved back to his desk, and soon enough the teacher came in and you turned your focus on school, rather than your best friend you were avoiding.

You sighed for the umpth time that day as you packed up for the day. You had successfully avoided Kirishima for the whole day, making small talk when you absolutely couldn’t. He had yet to ask why you were so obviously acting different, which you were thankful for. You knew it would come eventually, you were just hoping that you’d figure out what to say before the time came, you couldn’t really say ‘Oh sorry I’m avoiding you, I realized this summer I’m hopelessly in love with you but you are definitely way to good for me so I’m just going to slowly cut off contact to save myself hurt!’

Unfortunately the time came sooner rather than later like you had hoped. As soon as you spotted him waiting anxiously at the gate, you cursed your parents for buying a house three doors down from the teen, and yourself for not realizing he would want to walk home together, like you had for the last three years of middle school. You took a deep breath and smiled, giving yourself one last time to indulge in him before going back to your plan. You called out his name, waving when he looked up. Alarm bells went off in your head the moment your eyes met and he broke out in a big smile waving back and coming to meet you. ‘fuckfuckfuck I shouldn’t have done that’ You tried to swallow your thoughts and your blush at his smile, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as the two of you started your trek home.

You allowed yourself to indulge, letting down the walls you had started to build, basking in the warmth Kirishima brought you, and just enjoyed being his friend in the moment. The two of you shared stories from the summer and random old memories that came to mind. You had missed him a lot in the few months you hadn’t seen him, having avoided him all summer under the guise of vacation. He let you sit on the inside seat on the train, next to the window like you preferred. Though now you felt slightly trapped.

“Y’know I was scared earlier,” He started, and you looked at him quizzically, he gave you a soft smile before continuing. “This morning, and earlier during class too. I was sure you were avoiding me. I thought I had done something unmanly over the summer, I mean you didn’t even tell me you were applying for the hero course.” He sighed as he trailed off, and guilt bubbled in your gut. You had been trying to save yourself from hurt, but by doing so you were hurting him. You turned towards him and went to take his hand before stopping yourself. You met his eyes and smiled sadly, deciding that you would rather hurt yourself by being friends like old times than hurt him.

“Oh Eiji I’m sorry I made you feel that way. Please know that it was absolutely nothing you did. I’ve just been really nervous today, and I didn’t want to burden you with my anxieties. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about me going into the hero course, it was a last minute decision.” You weren’t really lying, you had been nervous, and it was a last minute decision to join the hero course, you just left out the ‘I’m in love with you’ part.

He reached over and put a hand on your knee, squeezing it affectionately. You felt the warmth from his hand spread through your whole body. “(Y/N), You’re my best bro, I hope you know you can come to me with anything! I think a lot of us were feeling anxious today, It’d be weird not to! I’m glad we can go back to how things were, my moms were asking about you all summer!” You giggled, glad things were back to semi-normal.

And semi-normal they stayed. You and Kirishima resumed your friendship, acting like nothing had changed since middle school, except for the fact you would come home everyday more and more in love. You were doing a decent job of keeping it contained, until the USJ incident that is.

‘Specialized rescue training’, what fun. Your quirk wasn’t the most helpful in rescue, made more for medical help. You had a healing quirk that could, at the moment, heal small wounds. Nonetheless you were excited at the possibility of growing and honing your own quirk and seeing where your classmates were at stability wise. Though you definitely did not expect there to be villains and to have to fight said villains. Especially with your best friend/crush.

You and Kirishima had just knocked out the last villain, and you surveyed the room while trying to simultaneously catch your breath and not ogle your best friend. He look good, a little too good, in his hero costume, you were having a hard time keeping your eyes to yourself. The two of you were making a plan on how to get the fuck out of here when you saw it, the slightest bit of movement and the villain who suddenly appeared, leaping for Kirishima, knife in hand.

Your feet moved before your mind had fully processed what was happening, and next thing you know you had pushed him out of the way and there was a blooming pain in your gut. You looked, wide-eyed at the knife in your abdomen and back at the villain, who looked like a chameleon. Thankfully Kirishima had spurred into action, knocking the villain out while you were still reeling from shock. You felt dizzy and slouched to the floor, Kirishima next to you in an instant, scolding you for taking a literal knife for him and also calling you manly for being so brave. His words went in one ear and out the other, though you could barley hear them over the buzzing in your ears and your eyes were still locked on the knife in your stomach. His hand placed on your shoulder seemed to snap you out of it somewhat, and you promptly pulled the knife out, wincing at the pain.

Maybe that wasn’t the best idea, as the shock seemed to wear off and the pain came crashing into you as blood flowed from the wound. You could faintly hear Kirishima speak to you, you could only identify the worried tone of his voice. You clutched your stomach, trying to stop the bleeding, but that only caused you more pain. You let out a deep breath, hissing at the contact before remembering you had a healing quirk and got to work. You had to concentrate hard for it to work, and unfortunately that caused you to be unable to filter your words.

“(Y/N)! Are you listening? Why in the world would you do that? He could’ve killed you!” You rolled your eyes at his scolding, unable to stop the next words that tumbled out of your mouth.

“Why? Maybe because I’m hopelessly in love with you, doofus. I wasn’t about to let you get stabbed Eijiro, and besides I can heal myself.” You could feel him stiffen besides you, and you cursed, pinching the bridge of your nose with your free hand. You focused on the soft light emitting from your wound, imagining the skin stitching itself back together as you also mulled over your next words, almost not hearing Kirishima’s response.

“You love me?” It was so soft, you would’ve missed them if there was anyone else speaking in the room. You sighed, it was too late to take the words back, or to dismiss them as friendly. You might as well get rejected, you already got stabbed what could be worse? You exhaled as you finished healing yourself, too tired to keep up the charade any longer. You turned to him, looking at the ground between you two before speaking.

“Eiji listen, I know you don’t feel the same it’s oka-“ Your words were cut off by hands gently grabbing your face and lips slanting against your own. You squeaked, eyes widening, not quite sure what the fuck was going on. He pulled away after a brief moment, still holding your face, pressing his forehead softly against your own. You met his crimson eyes, tears welling in your own. What was he doing?

“Who said I don’t feel the same? How could I not love you (Y/N)?” You could see the love in his eyes and hear it in his voice, but you still couldn’t believe it. You let the tears fall down your cheeks and you moved back before throwing your arms around him and burying your head in the crook of his neck, crying into his shoulder. His arms wound around your waist gently as he held you, rubbing your back and softly talking. He spoke of the moment he knew he loved you, and everything he loved about you. It only made you cry harder, months of pent up pining and sadness finally coming to the surface. He really loved you back.

After a few minutes he gently pried you back, wiping your cheeks tenderly. You sniffled and nodded, knowing the two of you needed to get back to the task at hand. Love could wait until the two of you were safe.

Later that day, as the two of you were on the train home, Kirishima tentatively took your hand in his. He smile nervously, clearing his throat before speaking. “(Y/N), I still can’t believe you did that back there, and it made me realize, I can’t handle being best friends anymore.” Your eyes widened, did you hear him wrong? Did you somehow dream the kiss? Sensing your panic, he was quick to continue, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have worded it like that. What I mean is that I feel the same way, I have for a while. Before I was fine with just being friends, but after what happened back there, with what could’ve happened, I can’t just be friends anymore, I need more, would you be okay with that? With being more?” He looked at you nervously, and you had to fight back tears for the second time that day. You smiled and nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. His face brightened, and he gave you a trademark shark toothed grin, intertwining you fingers. You shuffled closer, resting your head on his shoulder. Maybe you should get stabbed more often.

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x y/n #kirishima x you #kirishima fluff #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia imagine #my writing #boku no hero imagines #boku no hero #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academy

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threeletterslife · 4 years

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09 | Illegirl

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→ summary: Excelling in every school subject, acing every math test and conquering the academic world is something you do as easily as breathing. As your residential social outcast nerd, you live rather as a recluse, talking to almost no one except for your dear ol’ cousin and that sweet boy in a few of your classes—Jungkook? was that his name? Befriending your ʰᵒᵗ AP stats teacher was the last thing on your high school senior agenda…

→ genre: 90% fluff, 8% crack, 2% angst | teacher!au & f2l!au

→ warnings: profanity, jimin being a fucking idiot, jin being scary as fuck

→ wordcount: 3.2k

You feel like you're seven again, being reprimanded by your unforgiving parents in the dreaded living room. Tension so thick, it could cut through goddamn Mt. Everest, itself. You'd be lying to yourself if you weren't scared. You're fucking terrified.

Pure trepidation haunts you, sits heavily on both shoulders, making your body go numb and thoughts freeze.

Especially when Jin's forced you and Jimin to sit on your knees on the wooden floor as he remains on the couch looking down at you. It's intimidating as fuck, and you fight off the urge to huddle against your boyfriend's protective chest.

"How long have you been doing... this?" Jin finally asks, his voice cold and serious, unlike anything you've heard before. He glares at you especially, making you flinch back.

Goosebumps dot your body as you nervously look at Jimin, who surprisingly looks calm. It was as if he got his shit together on the drive to your house. Honestly, it almost gives you comfort to see your boyfriend so collected. You figure you shouldn't be so frightened if he's not, but it's easier said than done.

"Doing... what?" Jimin replies, quirking his eyebrows.

"You know what I mean," Jin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I dunno, making out or dating? Because I can assure you, we've made out longer than we've dated." Jimin shrugs nonchalantly.

Your mouth drops open in shock. You have no idea if your boyfriend's being a goddamn idiot or if he wants to die by the hands of your cousin.

"WHAT?!" Jin roars, standing up from the couch. His aggressive movement makes you fall on your ass, scootching towards Jimin for protection. If you weren't screwed before, you were now.

"Wait! Wait! Don't listen to Jimin!" you yelp, panicked. "We've been dating for a little over three months, alright?"

"What? I thought it was four!" Jimin protests, a mischievous grin stuck on his face. It's obvious he's joking. But there's a time and place for that.

Okay, Jimin, I love you and all, but this is not the time!

"OKAY NO, JUST SHUT UP!" Jin shrieks, throwing his hands up his head. "You!" He points aggressively at Jimin, who raises his hands up in defense. "God, tell me you haven't taken her flower yet!"

"My what?" you cry, standing up. You weren't scared now, just a tad bit angry.

"What the fuck? No, Jin! She's 17!" Jimin yells, suddenly enraged as he stands up and grabs your hand. "You know I'm not that kind of person!"

Your face scrunches up as you take a step towards your cousin. "I can't believe you actually thought we had sex! I'm 17!"

"Well, it looked like it when I walked in the freaking classroom, you know that?" Jin shrieks. "What if it wasn't me? What if it was the principal, huh? Or another student? Another teacher?"

"We're sorry!" Jimin apologizes, though his voice raises. "That was just one mistake, alright? Just one, out of the hundreds of other times!"

"WHAT?!"

You place a hand on Jimin's chest, calming him down. "I think you should just uh... stop talking..."

No doubt he was making it worse.

"No, Y/N. Obviously, Jin doesn't understand how much you mean to me," Jimin announces, squeezing your intertwined hands and turning to your cousin. "Look, I've been taking great care of Y/N, okay? I've given her the love she deserves and all the right treatment, you know that? I love her, Jin, I actually do. Just... work with me here. I don't know what I'll do if you don't approve of this because I'm your best friend and she's your cousin or because I'm her goddamn teacher! I know it's against the rules, but fuck the teacher handbook! I don't even care if it's illegal..." Jimin trails off, looking at you with absolute love in his eyes. "Ever since we became friends, my days have been getting better. Ever since we became lovers, my life got brighter. You know how much of a positive effect we have on each other, Y/N."

You literally don't have words, but you try to speak, you really do. "J-Jimin..." It's all you can do at the moment. You're about to tell him you love him, that you know all of these things, that you don't care if it's illegal or not when—

"Okay, I didn't ask for a whole soliloquy but go off, I guess." Jin stifles a laugh by clearing his throat. "You guys do know I knew you liked each other before both of you found out?"

"What now?"

"Yeah," Jin chuckles. "Well, I always assumed Y/N was dating someone behind my back. I mean, it's so not Y/N to have fun and relax, you know, someone must be helping her live. I thought it was that Jungkook boy for the longest time when I realized how Jimin was becoming less of a workaholic too. I put the pieces together and realized you guys had feelings for each other."

You're more than bewildered, eyes turning wide and mouth open in shock. "C-Come again?"

"No, for real!" your cousin snorts, shaking his head in disbelief. "I really did suspect something! And though I probably didn't like it at first, I guess I kinda noticed how your relationship was helping both of you become the best version of yourselves. I totally approve of you two dating. Yet I don't approve of you making out in public."

You and Jimin stare at each other with jaws dropped, completely shocked. And there both of you had thought Jin never suspected a thing.

"But for real, you think I really didn't notice all those late-night dates? I can play dumb too, you know," Jin huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Y'all should thank me for lowkey setting you both up. I mean, if it weren't for me, both of you would've thought of each other just as a teacher or student. The horror!"

"I don't know what to say," you whisper, emotions taking the better of you. "I literally can't express how thankful I am, Jin. I really am... I don't even want to imagine what could've happened to my senior year if you didn't introduce Jimin to me, outside of school, that is. God, I would've been some friendless, antisocial robot with a side of mild depression!"

"Damn. I'm just confused," Jimin mutters, tugging you into his arms to kiss the top of your head. "Workaholic plus workaholic should equal double the work... yet somehow we learned to have some fun."

"That's what you're confused about?" you giggle, squeezing Jimin's hand. "Sometimes I question your maturity level."

"Yeah, well today, I questioned both of your intelligence levels," Jin scoffs, shaking his head. "I pretty much suspected both of you were dating for a while now -- possibly even before you were actually dating. But for real, guys? I didn't think either of you would be dense enough to make out at school!" Jin rolls his eyes. "Dense as ice, I tell ya."

You frown. "You mean dense as water."

"What?"

"Water is denser than ice," you explain slowly as if you were talking to a child.

"Okay whatever, nerd," Jin says. "The point is, I got mad because of how careless both of you were. I mean, if you want to break some rules, at least be somewhat secretive!"

"Yeah well, lesson learned. I don't want to see you mad again," you squeak, tightening your grasp on Jimin. "It was scary and I value my life."

Jimin chuckles, kissing your forehead as he hugs you from behind. "Really? I thought Jin being angry was funny."

"Oh shut up, you," Jin snorts, "before I place a strict curfew on this household."

That shuts your boyfriend right up.

"But anyways, if you wanted my blessing, I give it to you both, 3000%," Jin announces proudly. "Jimin?"

"Yeah?"

"You've got a catch. Love her to death for me, will ya?"

"Sure thing," Jimin answers, snuggling his face in your neck.

"Y/N?"

"Mhm?"

"You're gonna kill me for saying this, but it has to be announced sooner or later..." Jin starts, a mischievous smile blossoming on his face.

"What is it?" You cock your head.

"Well, I guess one could say... you're quite illegirl."

You don't know who lunged angrily at Jin first, you or Jimin.

"I dunno if that's a good idea, Jimin," you sigh, scratching the back of your head. "There are just so many more reasons why we shouldn't do this, you know?"

Your boyfriend laughs, rubbing your shoulder with a warm, comforting hand. "Stop being such a scaredy-cat, Y/N. It's just one small date at Wattbucks, what can go wrong?"

"Oh, ohhh, a lot of things," you scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. "If we go there, the whole city will know we're dating in less than half an hour!"

"Noooo," Jimin argues, giving you an innocent puppy-dog look that dangerously quickens your heartbeat. "We'll be careful!"

"Yeah, that's what we said before Jin found out." You shudder at the memory, not particularly fond of that moment in your life. It was a particularly scarring scene, still haunting you in your nightmares.

"Okay, but we'll be extra careful!"

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, no, Jimin. God, I thought you were the adult here!"

Your boyfriend huffs in mock anger, "I am! I'm just... I'd rather take a risk to have a good time with you!"

"Yeah, but the risk could literally make you lose your job, and me, expelled," you point out, crossing your arms. "I dunno if you haven't noticed, but we're kinda not allowed to be dating. We really shouldn't be—"

The next thing you know, you're at Wattbucks, waiting for your drinks. Honestly, you should've known you'd give in to your incredibly stubborn er, persistent partner. Especially when he had started pouting, you knew it was game over.

You tug your baseball cap down in an attempt to hide your face (jUst iN cAsE), running over for the thousandth time in your head why you agreed to come to such a public place with your illegal boyfriend.

"We're grabbing the lattes and leaving," you mutter, "before we meet somebody we know."

"Aw, Y/N! Stop being so paranoid, we're not gonna meet anyone we know! I've done the math, it's less than a 12% chance," Jimin whines. "I literally sat down with a pen and paper and calculated!"

"Well, I've done the math too—in my head," you protest. "It's 12.7% for your information, and what about the remaining 87.3%, huh?"

Jimin sighs, shaking his head. "Relax, okay?" He reaches across the table, placing a warm hand over yours to comfort you. His charming, toffee eyes peer into yours, soothing your jumpy nerves. And when he smiles at you, eyes scrunching up and plump lips pulling apart (a genuine smile), you can't help but forget you're in public.

"OH MY GOD HOW ADORABLE!"

You and Jimin both jerk your heads towards the inhumanly high-pitched shrieker, only to find that annoying waitress that had served you months back. You'll never be able to forget her shrill voice and her favorite word: adorable.

"Here are your drinks!" the loud waitress exclaims, setting down your matching heart-design lattes. "How's my favorite couple? Would you like a free couple's mini cake?"

"Um, it's f—"

"Yes, please," Jimin answers before you do, hooking his arm around your shoulder. "We'd also love another photo!"

You shoot him an unappreciative glare that says 'you're not helping us stay lowkey,' but Jimin shrugs it off, grinning at you.

"I'll be right back with the cake~" the waitress sings, starting to leave. She calls behind her shoulder: "I'll ask my brother to take the photo. That rascal really thinks he can get away making 10 bucks an hour doing nothing. Taehyung!!!"

You gasp, so shocked that you almost fall off your seat if Jimin hadn't caught your arm. "N-No..." you breathe. "She said Taehyung, right? My ears aren't deceiving me?"

"Fuck, do you know him?" Jimin asks, tightening his grip on your arm as if you would sink to the floor without his support.

"Jesus, he's literally in my friend group!" you exclaim, standing up as Jimin's hand falls from your arm. "Forget the drinks, we've got to yeet—"

"Y/N???!" a familiar, surprised voice hollers. "Mr. Park??!"

"Fuck," you mutter under your breath before turning around to see Kim Taehyung, alright. "H-Hey, Tae!"

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung asks, cocking his brow. "And with Mr. Park?"

You and Jimin immediately scoot away from each other, making the distance between the two of you reasonably innocent.

"Oh, just discussing, um, math club details," you quickly fib, despite the fact that with the school year approaching its end, clubs weren't meeting anymore. You grit your teeth, praying that Taehyung wouldn't call you out for your immature lie. "Right, Jimin?"

Your boyfriend sighs. "Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you? It's Mr. Park."

Fuck. Bad habits. He just saved your ass.

"Anyways, hello, Taehyung," Jimin sleekly says, smiling at his student. His professional demeanor is back, amazingly so. Talk about a smooth transition. "You're working here, I see?"

"Uh... yeah," your friend says, staring quite suspiciously at the two of you. "Nice lattes."

Shit. The heart-shaped lattes had once seemed so cute, but now they were going to be the end of you both.

"Well, Jungkook's coming too," you blurt out before thinking it over. "J-Just wanted to um... surprise him..."

You thought the stuttering would make the lie less believable, but it seemed as if it made it more valid.

"O. M. G. You two are a thing? Oh, I fucking knew it!" Taehyung shouts, pumping his fist in excitement before realizing his teacher had been witnessing. "Uh, I mean, I freaking knew it... Sorry, Mr. Park."

"No! No, we're not a thing... uh, yet," you say, trying to sound as convincing as possible. But what can you say? You're literally the worst liar ever. Hopefully, Taehyung's incredibly gullible.

"That damn kid," Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head. "He's too much of a goddamn pussy to ask you out." One disapproving look from Jimin makes your friend flush, looking down at his feet. "Er, yeah... I'll be leaving now! Bye, Y/N, bye, Mr. Park!"

"Wait a minute, not so fast, you rascal!" The waitress flies back, an adorable mini cake in her hands, which she quickly sets down on the table. But she's too late; her brother had already fled the scene. "Damn him," she huffs, placing a sassy hand on her hip. "Would you still like a photo?"

"Uhh, no we're fine," you quickly answer, "but it'd be amazing if we could get the cake to-go."

"Yes, we completely forgot we made reservations for lunch," Jimin pipes up, smiling coyly at the waitress to convince her further. "May we get the lattes to-go as well?"

"Sure, no problem!" the waitress chuckles, shaking her head as she balances the lattes and cake on her tray. "Taehyung'll bring these out in a moment!"

As soon as she leaves, Jimin stands up, grabbing his jacket. "God, if Taehyung's coming, I better leave. Make up some fib about Jungkook and meet me in the parking lot!" He gives you a fleeting kiss on the cheek and rushes out of the quiet cafe before you can say another word.

You roll your eyes, an 'I told you so' threatening to bubble out of your throat. But still, the warmth of his lips, when they had pressed on your cheek, leaves you yearning for more.

"Fuck, did that idiot stand you up?" Taehyung asks, slightly out of breath as he hands you a to-go bag. "Damn, he fucked up."

You laugh, shaking your head. "Kook wouldn't do that to me! We're just meeting somewhere closer to his house 'cause his car broke down."

Taehyung scoffs. "You guys are taking it so slowly, god, I'll get married by the time you two start dating!" he whines. "Didn't he already confess?"

You frown, shifting the bag from one hand to the other. "What do you mean?"

"What the fuck, he told me he confessed!" your friend sighs, rubbing his forehead stressfully. "That goddamn liar."

"I'm pretty he said that to get you and Yoongi's asses off of him," you chuckle. "Last time I checked, there were no confessions!"

"What?? That little bastard! He told me you confessed your unrequited love first, and then he confirmed his feelings for you!" Taehyung huffs, genuinely looking angry. "This whole time I thought you were secretly dating!"

Your eyebrows furrow, lips pulling down into a serious frown. What??? You'd never confessed anything, at least, in your memories. But that's when it hits you.

"I'm sorry. I just... I don't... I'm so sorry."

"Unrequited love?"

"I guess you could say that..."

"Thought so. But he loves you back."

It hits you like a goddamn freight train. This whole time Jungkook had thought you had been talking about him. Fuck. This whole time Jungkook had thought you liked him back. Fuck. All those little touches here and there, the arm linking, the side hugs—the gestures that you thought were completely innocent and friendly had meant something else for him.

But you really weren't looking for drama now. Besides, Jimin was waiting for you in the parking lot. You need to make this quick.

"O-Oh," you stutter stupidly before clearing your throat. "No, yeah, he did confess, but we just agreed to take it slow." Somehow the lie flies off your lips too easily as if your guilty conscience had disintegrated.

"Well, don't take it too slow!" Taehyung winks at you teasingly. "I want to be alive by the time you two finally date!" All you can do is nod, gripping the to-go bag tightly. Taehyung notices the gesture, realizing that you kinda wanted to leave. "Then I guess have a nice time with Kook, Y/N. Bye!"

"Thanks! Bye, Tae!"

You don't turn around once, making a beeline for the door and rushing out to the parking lot. Jimin's leaning against his car, looking off cynically to the distance. When he catches sight of you out of his peripheral vision, he perks up, a smile blossoming on his lips.

"Taehyung give you a hard time?" he asks, taking the to-go bag from you and opening the shotgun seat for you to get in.

You smile at him gratefully, sliding into the seat. "Yeah, kinda..."

"What'd he say?"

"Eh, nothing really important," you say quickly, hoping your boyfriend wouldn't want to mull over such a small deal. You don't know if he's the type to get jealous, but you don't want to find out.

Thankfully, Jimin doesn't ask any more questions. "Sooo, wanna go home?"

"Yours or mine?"

"Mine, of course," Jimin chuckles, smirking. "We don't want Jin walking in on us again."

Your face flushes at the memory, and you slap your boyfriend's shoulder for bringing it up. "Yeah, definitely." Sighing, you tug your cap down again, slouching in the seat. "This is why we should always have our dates at home."

Jimin grins. "I don't object—not when I have so many amazing activities planned."

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“Wet Sugar” [Part 25 of 30]

Summary: Yani forces Erik to realize some things...

NSFW. Mature Audience. Smut.

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"I bet she could never make you cry 'Cause the scars on your heart are still mine Tell me that she couldn't get this sting 'She can almost be the worst of me' Too bad she's just eating off your dreams Let me know when you're ready to plea Maybe you just need to send for me

Send for me Send for me Send for me (woo) Send for me…"

Rihanna – "Woo"

She allowed him to stay the night with her in the apartment.

With Erik's arms wrapped around her, Yani lightly touched the scars on his chest and the silence in her bedroom wrapped them in a cocoon of denial. Tracing the contours of the keloids with her fingertips, she was aware that each one meant something, and her gut instinct told her it was something bad. Newer ones that he had returned with had healed up, and there wasn't much space left on his front or back to add that much more. Unless he planned on putting new ones down below…

Erik's lips kept brushing against her forehead, kissing her there all through the night. Neither one of them slept well, and when dawn arrived, Yani decided to skip her classes.

She held him all morning, even when he dozed off in a fitful bit of sleep. His heartbeat thumped in her ear and she tried to take in all of his body heat. She had to pee but was afraid to move, not wanting to break the spell of just holding him close. Keeping him with her. Her bladder won out and she slipped out of the room to relieve herself.

She knew he was awake once more when she felt his right hand rubbing on her right butt cheek. He glanced at his watch.

"You shouldn't skip your classes, Yani."

"I can catch up from a classmate…be still…"

She pushed him back down onto her bed when he tried to pull his shirt back on.

"Go to school—"

"Please…just lay down."

She rested her head back on his chest and wiped her eyes with her wrist, hoping no tears dropped on his skin. Erik rubbed her back.

"Don't get behind on schoolwork because of me. I have five days left. Klaue and the others are booked to leave in two. I'm closing down shop for him. We'll have time together. A whole weekend."

He tilted her chin up with his hand.

"I want you to bring Sweet Pea and come to the compound. Just the three of us. When Our Lady's Manor is vacated, I'll send for you. We'll go to Kendall's show, spend a whole day together at the cove, I'll cook you some more gumbo…"

She nodded her head then placed it back on his chest. Her eyes were blurry from the water threatening to fall again from her lids and Erik wiped them away. Her lips kissed the center of his chest and she crawled on top of him and stared at his face. His eyes were soft-looking and she touched his lips. He lifted her up and kissed her, held her neck and lower back and allowed his mouth to kiss away the pain she felt. She pushed back on the future and clung desperately to every second he touched her.

Erik rolled her over onto her back and licked down the side of her neck. Her skin tingled then burned for him. Turning her head to the side, his mouth latched onto the back of her neck. He pressed gentle kisses there and she turned all the way over, allowing him to kiss his way down her spine until his tongue dipped into the tiny indentations on her lower back.

"Killmonger…"

Her sighs urged him on and he nipped at her ass cheeks with his teeth and then dragged his tongue down her left thigh until he reached her ankles. He did the same to her right ass cheek and leg.

She glanced back at him.

"What are yuh doin' ?"

She watched him kiss back up her side until she felt the hairs of his beard tickle her neck again.

"Tasting you all over," he said.

She turned over and he suckled her left collar bone.

"What do I taste like?"

"Whatchu think? Sugar."

"Yeah?"

"Mmmhmm, especially down here…"

His tongue swirled on her flesh as it passed between her breasts and down to her belly button. She widened her thighs when he reached her clit.

"So sweet…" he sighed as the warmth of his breath made her shiver.

Her eyes rolled back when the hot wetness of his thick tongue slathered her inner labia with saliva and hums from his throat.

"You get so wet for me…so fast girl…"

His fingers slid up and played with her nipples as he took care of business down below.

"Killmonger—"

"Pussy jumpin'…"

Yani felt the pulsing in her center controlled by his voice. It was no different than when he used to call her on the phone and make her play with herself while he had to sit and listen to Klaue talk all day. She tried to imagine him sitting in a meeting with Klaue, an earbud stuck in his ear as he heard her playing in her pussy. Such a nasty man. She gazed down at her folds and saw her body obeying him and only him.

He pinched her nipples hard.

"Cum in my mouth."

"Ooh…"

His full lips smothered her vulva and she released on command, her body arching up from the bed as she grabbed for his hair. He licked up everything she gave and when she looked down at him, his lips and beard glistened.

"Open that pussy up for me."

Slick fingers peeled back her drenched folds and Erik lifted up to his knees. He stroked his erection and she watched his face contort in ecstasy.

"Got me so hard…'bout to make a mess…"

Yani felt the twitching in her pussy again. Erik jammed his left fist on the bed against her waist as he shifted forward and aimed the tip of his dick near her opening. A copious amount of clear fluid dribbled out from his slit. She knew what was next.

"Fuck…look what you makin' me do bitch—"

"Hmmmph…"

Erik's body jerked hard.

"…big mess…"

"…get your pussy…"

"….bitch…"

"…yours…"

"Yani! Fuck!"

Erik's ejaculate soaked the opening of her pussy and covered her mound in a heavy cream that dripped a copious amount onto the sheet.

"Turn over," he demanded.

She did and Erik straddled her thighs, placing his length between her ass cheeks. He shifted his body forward and his chest pressed into her back while he humped her. She loved feeling his full weight on her.

His left hand circled around her throat while his beard scratched against the right side of her face.

"Open your legs."

The harsh whisper in her ear made her gasp. Spreading her thighs, Yani panted into the sheets as Erik adjusted his erection with his right hand. Entering her slowly and going deep, Erik brought fresh tears to her eyes while squeezing her throat. The slight pressure he gave her neck made her insides clench. Not too hard…not too soft…just enough to make her woozy.

"Don't move…dassit…dassit girl. You ain't gotta do nothing but take this dick. Hear me?"

Yani gasped when the deep strokes he gave her went slower.

"Fuck…listen to that pussy…"

Erik's tongue kissed the back of her neck and his lips stayed there a he rocked into her. Each lust-laden stroke was drawn out as he made sure his balls slammed against her clit and rested there just long enough to tease her swollen bud. Wet squelching noises punctuated each stroke and Yani screamed into her pillow.

"Oh, shit…oh shit…Yani…gripping my dick like that…don't stop…keep doing that…oh shit."

His fingers tightened around her neck even more and she grabbed the metal rods of her headboard with both hands.

"…ass got me fucked up…shit…"

Erik pulled out and rested his dick between her cheeks again.

"…fuck I'm cumming…"

Hot spurts coated her back and she rested her head on her pillow as he rubbed her behind, squeezing her cheeks and still stroking his dick up and down her backside. Heavy exhales left his mouth until flopped down next to her. Her eyes turned to look between his legs. He was finally flaccid.

Erik stroked her back and played with his cum, rubbing into her skin. He loved seeing her covered in his essence. Any chance he got, he made sure to smear it all over her body. Marking her.

He checked his watch again. A heaviness settled around him once more. He kissed her with slow wet satisfaction until his watch alarm went off. She closed her eyes and her lips pouted heavily.

"Gotta dip, baby…hey, don't make that face."

Pushing her forehead into her pillow, Yani waved her hand at him.

"Go on, man."

"Gimme another kiss."

She leaned over and licked his lips before giving him what he wanted.

"Make sure you go to class this afternoon. Send me a picture that you are there."

"I don't have to go if I don't want—"

SLAP!

Erik's hand stung as it smacked her right ass cheek.

"I'm not playing. Give baby girl a kiss for me later."

Yani reached down and rubbed her butt.

"Fine."

He left her room discreetly and Yani padded to the bathroom nude. It was too late to act like Nannette didn't hear them when she returned from dropping off her daughter earlier.

Showering for a long time, she tried to give any lingering thoughts about him leaving to the hot water Gods as she cleaned herself thoroughly. Throwing on her favorite robe, she sauntered into the living room.

"No school today?" Nannette asked.

"I'm going this afternoon."

"Busy?"

The smirk on Nannette's face made Yani snicker. She sat down next to her roommate on the couch.

"He won't stay over again. That was just a one-time thing. He's leaving the island for good."

Nannette's eyes looked concerned.

"What happened?"

"His job."

"You two…?"

"I have school. He has his career. It can't work…not right now."

"So there's a chance—"

"Let's go to the movies tonight. I can have Anika watch the girls and you and I can have dinner and a movie after my classes today. We deserve some fun. My treat."

The words came out perky, but Nannette saw Yani's obvious lip tremble and she reached over and patted her thigh.

"That sounds like fun. We do deserve a girl's night together."

"It's a date."

Yani jumped up from the couch before she broke down all the way.

###

The compound security system was Erik's forte.

He knew every inch of the place because of Yani and Leona.

Once the others left, he would recalibrate everything under his control. He wanted Yani and Sydette to have paradise once more. He would give it to them with a high degree of privacy.

Time was now spent being under Klaue's beck and call. They jettisoned mercs they would no longer use, and Erik learned a lot about Klaue's inner circle. Had the man took a different path in life, he would've made an effective neutral diplomat. He was also loyal to no one but himself…and Erik.

Crazy.

This man that Erik would kill once he was on his way to Wakanda had a soft spot for his unknown secret enemy. He entrusted Erik with security codes to his private stash/safe houses around the world. Important decisions were bounced off of Erik first before Klaue brought it to the other men. There was a high level of respect that Klaue had for him that he was not afraid to show in front of the others.

Erik often wondered: Did he have the same relationship with his father before he turned on him?

He could easily see why his Baba used Klaue. The man had connections to people and places that shouldn't be possible. This filthy uncouth little man could talk his way around the fucking world. Could reach out and take an audience with friend and foe of any country.

Erik knew his own father had an arrogance and pride of association with people, so it must've been difficult for him to be in Klaue's presence for any length of time. N'Jobu Udaku didn't suffer fools, and from what Erik could decipher from his father's journals, Klaue was meant to be disposed of after they took vibranium out of the country. Something went awry, something made Klaue turn against his father and bomb a bunch of Wakandans to cover his tracks. Erik took great care in covering his own tracks, acquiescing to Klaue when it was beneficial to him and his agenda to keep the man focused. What did his father do or say that let Klaue know he was in danger?

"Let's call it a day, mate," Klaue said, rubbing his eyes as he shut down a digital 3D map of Busan, South Korea. It was four in the morning and Klaue had them up for over twenty hours.

Erik suggested that any exchange of goods should happen in Busan if Klaue could swing it. Klaue had a friend of a friend with connections to a place that had no problem allowing illicit deals to occur in the open. Klaue liked the idea. It wasn't Europe or Africa.

Erik and Klaue heard the security system announce Linda's presence. She walked in wearing clothes she had left in the previous day. A cat with a canary in its mouth look was plastered on her face. Erik knew that look well. She had been dicked down properly outside of the compound.

"Good morning, Ms. Chambers," Klaue teased.

"Good night," she said blowing them both kisses and traipsing toward her room.

Erik walked out onto the balcony, his eyes seeking the comfort of the Caribbean Sea.

Find a sizeable chunk of vibranium. Get it to Ross and the C.I.A. Let Klaue get his currency and then take him out once they entered East African territory.

He rubbed the side of his hip. He had enough smooth skin there to place about five to six more body counts.

Erik made arrangements to visit all of his close remaining family members. That meant trips to Oakland, D.C., Martha's Vineyard, and Sao Paulo. A final tour before Wakanda and vengeance…

No. Not vengeance.

Justice.

Erik made plans in his head to study Busan more. Coordinate charting a private plane to get in and out of South Korea quickly. The C.I.A. would be on high alert with an exchange of vibranium on the line. Several contingency plans would have to be made if their cover was blown. A four-person team could do a lot by being efficient, but they'd have to know the lay of the land intimately. Erik's Korean was rusty, but his childhood friend Walter could help out with that. An extended stay in Oakland and visit's to Walter's grandmother would have him up to speed in no time. His ear for languages was uncanny, and Walter's grandmother was crazy about him. She'd be ecstatic to speak in her native tongue with him. He'd have to do some self-study to capture the dialects near Busan for nuance and slang.

"How is Yani?"

Erik was startled to hear Klaue ask about her. The man stood and watched the sea with him.

"I hear things, Killmonger."

"Like what?"

Erik's face turned to stone as he watched Klaue's face.

"Don't get hostile, mate. I know you have feelings for her. That whole severance package ruse gave you away. I'm going to have a barbecue tomorrow night for the crew. A farewell to the island gathering. I'll invite her. Think of it as a present for you. Another reward for work well done here."

The fuck?

Talking about Yani like she was some slave girl he could pass around as he saw fit? Erik's left fist clenched and he counted down from fifty to zero in his head hoping he wouldn't be impulsive and reach for the Glock strapped to his thigh. The itch to blast the man where he stood was strong.

"Do what you want."

"It's what you want. Hell, she can stay the night if you want."

"Why?"

Klaue shrugged.

"Why not?"

It was tempting. Having her next to him there and not having to sneak off. Having her in their bed again.

He turned to look at the sea again. His eyes were wistful. The yearning to stay so strong in his bones.

All he had to do was step away…

###

He's not happy to have her around the compound.

Yani eats from a paper plate while sitting on a deck chair near the pool. Klaue mans the barbecue grill there and the rest of the mercs eat, talk and drink. Leona sits next to Yani with her own plate.

Shipley controls the music and loud 90's rap plays. Erik eats from his plate as he pretends to conversate with Limbano. Linda drinks beer and laughs hard at whatever Neal and the other mercs are talking about.

Erik tries his best not to stare at Yani, but he can't help himself. Life comes at him faster now, and he knows these are the last days he will be near her and it stresses him.

"Here, have some more shrimp," Klaue says, piling two wood skewers on his plate.

Yani's eyes catch his and she smiles at him. He accepts the love he sees there but doesn't smile back. He doesn't want the others to see how he really feels about her.

Cee Cee walks down to the pool area carrying more beer and a full bottle of rum and Shipley takes the rum and heads to the minibar.

"Killmonger!"

Limbano waves at him with Linda.

"We're going down to the gun range. Trying out the new Glocks."

Erik leaves his plate on a pool deck table and follows them. Passing by Yani, her eyes looked worried.

"Yani, come with?" Linda asked.

Erik stares at Linda and then back at Yani.

"You always watch us down there. Come see it up close," Linda cajoled.

"No thank you, I'm just going to relax—"

"Go on down. I need to speak with your Aunt privately," Klaue said.

Yani's eyes flicked over to her Aunt and cousin before they rest on Erik's face again. Linda strolled over and grabbed Yani's hand.

"I'll show you how to shoot," Linda said.

"I know how to," Yani answered.

Linda stopped and looked her over.

"Really?"

Yani nodded.

"This should be fun then," Linda said looking at Erik when she said it.

Yani followed them down to the range and Erik felt his body get tense.

Everyone put on protective eyewear and earplugs. Erik watched Shipley unlock a gun crate full of the new Glocks Klaue brought to the island.

The mercs took turns shooting and Erik cradled a Glock in his hand waiting his turn.

"These are better than the Kabul ones," Erik told Limbano.

"New manufacturer."

"You want next?" Linda asked Yani who stood behind everyone.

Erik knew she was still nervous around guns, and it didn't help there were so many weapons being waved around. Linda was also acting a little too sweet with Yani, treating her like a real guest. Erik didn't trust her.

"No. You can go," Yani said.

Erik saw Neal looking Yani over. She wore some plain jeans and a t-shirt, but Neal's eyes danced over her body in an obvious way.

Linda took her place and fired off an impressive round into her target. The others commented on her accuracy and she cheesed really hard in front of Erik as the accolades made her head swell.

"Your turn," Linda said to Yani.

Erik handed Yani the weapon she would fire and went over the precautions with her again. He could see Linda smirking as she slipped her weapon into her holster.

Yani took her position and Erik could feel the others watching with amusement in their eyes. There were a few snickers when Yani took deep breaths from nervousness.

"If it's too much for you, you don't have to shoot…" Linda said.

Yani looked back at her.

"It's not too much," she said.

Erik held his breath, but he didn't need to. Yani popped off some accurate shots into her target and it wiped the smile right off of Linda's face.

"Damn, she's almost as good as you, Shipley," Limbano teased.

"Lucky shot—"

Yani shot up the targets of the others. Moving slowly across the range her accuracy got better and when she turned to look at them while changing the magazine with precision, no one said anything.

"Not bad, huh?" Yani said.

The men laughed. Linda didn't.

"Had us fooled," Linda said.

Yani handed the Glock back to Erik.

"How did you learn to shoot like that?" Linda asked.

Yani's eyes darted to Erik and Linda's face soured.

"Had a good teacher," Yani said. Her arm slinked around Erik's and he felt all the eyes of the mercs on them. Bad move.

Yani reached up and cradled Erik's face before kissing his lips.

"There it is," Shipley said.

"Ribs are ready!" Cee Cee called to them all from above the gun range. The others moved to finish eating, and Linda was the last to stroll back up after putting away her weapon. Erik stayed behind with Yani.

"Why?" he asked.

"I don't care anymore," Yani said squeezing his arm, "fuck her too."

"Getting bold, girl."

"I'm staying the night too," she said.

"Nah. We not doing that—"

"Klaue said I could stay. I'm staying. And we fucking too."

Yani stepped away from him.

"Wait a minute—"

"I want some ribs. I want Klaue to serve it to me."

"We can go to a hotel."

"No. I want to be in our bed. I want you to make love to me and I want that bitch to hear us."

What the fuck was happening?

"Where is this coming from?"

"I'm stealing every moment I can with you, and I don't care if they make fun of us for being together."

"I'd rather go to a hotel."

"I'm going to give you some good pussy in our bed."

Erik reached out to grab her hand and pulled her close.

"Talking all nasty. Girl whatchu—"

Her hands pulled his head down to her and her mouth smothered his.

"Yani, shit…"

He tried pulling back from her, his eyes sweeping up to where the mercs had dispersed. He saw Linda looking down at them.

Yani turned to look and saw Linda herself.

"Mind yuh business," Yani called up.

Linda walked away and Yani laughed at her.

"She wahn mi dick, but she can't have it."

Yani groped between his legs and Erik couldn't believe how brazen she was. It was turning him on.

"You tryna get into it now?" he teased rubbing her ass with his hands.

"We can do it right here. I don't care."

"You wildin', Ma. I like it though."

"I love you, Killmonger."

Her arms wrapped around his neck and he lifted her up.

"I'll always love you. Know that," he said.

She nodded and he kissed her. Soft at first and then he couldn't help himself. His tongue rolled out and she joined hers with his. Slow wide-open mouth licks that had their heads twisting side to side every few seconds. Yani's lips went to his neck and Erik groaned when he felt her teeth bite him and then suck hard on the skin. Her head pulled back from him and her eyes were hungry.

"I wahn suck yuh dick."

The purring in her throat made Erik moan out loud. He dropped her to her feet and adjusted his dick in his pants. Looking around he dragged her to a spot he knew that cameras wouldn't see them.

Yani dropped to her knees and pulled up her shirt so he could see her breasts. Her fingers undid her bra and when her tits were free, Erik unfastened his pants and let them drop to his knees. Yani cupped her breasts with her hands and Erik pinched her nipples.

"Stick out your tongue," he demanded.

She barely had her mouth open before he was stuffing his length down her throat.

"This what you want?"

Yani choked on his dick and her watery eyes were determined to keep his thickness in her mouth. He packed her throat tight and she fondled his balls.

"What if Linda comes back down here? You want her to see you like this?"

Yani groaned on his dick and Erik felt his balls throb and jump.

Her wet tongue ran down his length on both sides before she rested that sweet mouth on the spongey head.

"Titties all out…bitch…you want me to cum on your face?"

A loud popping sound occurred when she released his dick from her mouth. Saliva ran down her chin. "Cum on my face…" she whispered. Her breathy voice had him in a daze.

"That's what you deserve," he said grabbing hold of his erection and pumping his fist around it.

His eyes shot up to check for anyone watching, and he moved closer to her so his dick was right next to her face.

"You deserve all this," he said, "look at me…Yani…look at me."

Her big eyes pleading for his release made his cum hard on her face. He milked his dick until her face dripped with hot ejaculate. His jizz dropped onto her breasts and she smeared it all over her nipples the way he liked her to.

"Mi wahn more, Daddy," she hissed at him.

"Fuck, girl."

Erik fixed his pants and reached down pulling her to her feet. He dragged her down to Klaue's main house, her tits still out in the open as they slipped past security cams. He had her fully naked and bent over his bed, his dick plunging in and out of her while he choked her the fuck out.

"Getting fucking bold like that…you want this dick bad. You 'gon get it, bitch."

Yani threw that sugar-sweet pussy back on him and he stuck his thumb in her ass while choking her harder.

"Pussy 'gon be sore when I get done," he shouted.

He shoved her head down onto the bed and Yani arched her back so that her ass clapped on him.

"Fuck!" he shouted when he felt his nuts tighten, "turn over!"

He pulled out and Yani scrambled onto her back. He sprayed semen all over her chest and stomach, his yelling loud enough to surprise himself.

He dragged his eyes all over her body while she squeezed her tits for him.

"Fuck me again," she commanded.

"Damn…Yani…let a nigga recuperate."

She laughed and closed her legs. Sitting up she reached out and stroked the keloids on his stomach.

"Mi gwine wear yuh out, man," she said.

He closed his eyes savoring the tone of her voice.

She was his. This sweet island girl with the baby that made him fall in love with this life.

Erik sat next to her on the bed.

"Yani…what if…what if I decide—"

"Killmonger, you better get these ribs before they disappear."

Shipley's voice was perverse and loud over the intercom system.

"We should eat. Get nourished before we go at it again," Yani said jumping off the bed.

Erik watched her run into his bathroom to shower and he sat on his bed thinking of what he was about to tell her. His mind was filled with doubts and jumbled thoughts, but he wanted to talk to her about staying. Giving up the life. But in that split second of Shipley disrupting his words, Erik decided not to say anything. He was delirious with the sex and his mouth was only going to say something in the heat of the moment that he couldn't back up once he really thought it through once his hormones cooled off.

Yani walked out with a towel wrapped around her.

"I'll wait for you to clean up," she said plopping back on the bed.

Erik plodded over to the shower.

"What were you saying before Shipley called you?"

"Um, nothing important. Just…should I dress up for Kendall's thing?"

"If you want to."

"We should. Let's show out. Wear that white dress again—"

"I have something in mind I think you'll like better."

"Showing ass?"

"Maybe."

He heard her laugh and it was the most precious thing to him at that moment.

###

Yani went to grab a bottled water from the middle house when Linda confronted her.

"What were you yelling at me down at the gun range?"

Linda was taller than Yani and tried to use her height to intimidate her. Yani didn't back down. She held the water in her hand and glared at the woman.

"I told yuh to mind yuh business."

"Just cuz he fucks you doesn't mean you're special to him."

"Yuh talkin' from experience?" Yani asked.

"Killmonger and I have a relationship you would never understand—"

"Relationship? Tuh. He fucked you one time—"

"Is that what he told you? To spare your little feelings? You are so naïve. Doesn't matter. He's leaving with me and you won't see him again once we bounce off this tiresome island. Enjoy what you can get."

The smirk on Yani's face faltered.

Linda looked her up and down.

"You're lying. He's not sleeping with you."

"Believe what you want. Like I said, get what you can get."

Yani refused to leave the room. That was probably what Linda wanted her to do. Go running off into the night and leaving Erik behind for her to pester.

"I'm getting a lot—"

"Thots usually do—"

Yani laughed with bitterness.

"What do you get out of doing this? Alla we can see you're pretty, can have anyone yuh want. Who am I to yuh, gyal? Compettition? Mi the first woman tuh block yuh? If him want yuh pum pum, him be in yuh bed, not mine—"

Linda pushed up on her and poked her finger in Yani's face.

"You are trash—"

"Him no wahn yuh. Let him go."

Yani's hand slapped Linda's finger away and Linda knocked the water bottle out of Yani's hand.

"For real? Yuh wahn do this in Klaue's house, bitch?"

Yani stepped back, her fists balled up and ready to knock Linda into Kingdom come. The woman's face was twisted up in an ugly scowl.

"Why are yuh so hateful…?"

Yani took in all of Linda's energy and then it struck her.

She was in love with Killmonger too.

It wasn't petty jealousy or catty girl bullshit. This woman before her had feelings for the man she was in love with too.

But Killmonger loved Yani. And Linda couldn't deal with that.

Yani unclenched her fists.

"I'm sorry he doesn't love you."

"What?!"

"Yuh hate me because of that—"

"Shut the fuck up—"

"I'd be mad at mi too if that man didn't love mi the way he does—"

Yani felt the slap sting her face and her first reaction to jump the woman was thwarted fast when Klaue walked in. Yani grabbed a hold of Linda's shirt and Klaue jumped between them blocking them from one another.

"Stop it!" Klaue yelled, but his face showed amusement.

"Make her leave!' Linda yelled.

Neal walked in and grabbed Yani's hand when she reached down to throw the bottled water in Linda's face.

"Let go of me!" Yani said shaking him off of her.

"What are you two fighting about?" Neal asked, "Is this over Killmonger? Linda, for real?"

Neal laughed out loud.

"Killmonger! Yo man, you got your bitches in here fighting each other!"

Linda rolled her eyes and stepped away from Klaue. Her face was turning pink.

"She's about to get her ass beat," Yani yelled.

"By who? You?!" Linda shouted back.

Yani sucked her teeth and threw the bottle. It hit Linda in the face and she lunged for her. Klaue pushed Linda back.

"Calm yourself, Chambers," Klaue warned.

Erik walked in with Leona and Cee Cee behind him. His eyes went to Yani's immediately.

"Nigga you are the cause of this ruckus," Neale cackled.

Linda stormed out past him and Yani looked around in embarrassment when her Aunt and cousin gave her a look of shame.

"I'm sorry," Yani said to Erik, "she started it and I was 'bout tuh finish it."

"Let's just go outside, eat a little, drink a little. Relax and enjoy this last time together," Klaue said.

"I'm going home," Yani said.

She picked up the bottle she threw and place it on the kitchen counter.

"Thank you for inviting me Mr. Klaue. Have safe travels," Yani said brushing past her Aunt and cousin.

Erik bounded after her.

"What happened?" he asked.

They saw Linda stomping down toward Klaue's main house. Erik followed Yani up to the front of the compound. She stopped in front of her car.

"She's in love with you."

Erik's eyes blinked.

"You didn't know?"

Yani wrapped her arms around her stomach.

"How long have you worked with her? Over a year? You didn't notice anything?"

"She don't love me—"

"Yes. She does. She hates me because you don't love her…or maybe…maybe you do in a way. God, Killmonger…"

"It don't matter."

"It does. You're about to go off and do God knows what with Klaue and she's going to be by your side. In love with you. Willing to do anything for you. I feel sorry for her. I was about to fight that bitch over you. We look so stupid in front of these men."

"I can't help how she feels, Yani."

"That's why I'm leaving. I don't like her, but I'm not going to stay around here trying to hurt someone unintentionally. I wanted to fuck you in that bed just so she could hear us tonight—"

"You still can."

Erik smiled at her and Yani laughed when she really didn't want to. It was all so messy. And sad. If Erik didn't love her, Yani knew she would be miserable and just as hurt as Linda was.

"You don't have to leave."

"I need to. I don't want to be around her. I might fight her if she looks at me wrong again. She needs her ass beat, but her real problem is with you. Not me."

Yani studied Erik's face.

"You don't feel anything for her?"

"She's just a colleague. We fucked—"

"Once?"

"A couple of times over a twelve-hour period. That was it. We get along. Nothing more. Not since you."

"What about when we…separated?"

"We not sleeping together. Can we squash this speculation?"

Erik looked around the area.

"Let's go to a hotel," he said.

Yani stepped close to him and touched his chest.

"No matter what happens with us Killmonger, you need to work out shit with her."

"Why you pushing it, Ma?"

"I looked at her face. I know that look. She's in deep. I don't want her tuh hurt you—"

"Hurt me?"

"She's just like you. A killer."

Erik's face grew tight.

"It's what you all are. It's what's all over your chest and back. Your arms. I don't want you to leave me and have me worrying that she will do something to you. She'll do it too, just to get back at me. I know it."

"Yani…don't say that, don't be worrying about shit like that—"

He tried to hug her.

"You don't give me a choice!"

She threw her hands up.

"Tahir tried to warn me. Even you tried to warn me. But it's the truth. Yuh the bad man on the hill. And I love you. And so does another woman. A bad woman."

"Give me a minute. Lemme grab a change of clothes and we can spend the night away from here together. We can talk—"

"Nothing to talk about. Not us—"

"Yani…I want to be with you tonight. Right now."

Yani gave a big sigh and leaned against her car.

"Go get your stuff, man," she said.

Erik kissed her forehead and jogged away from her. Her cell vibrated and she texted Leona that she was leaving with Erik.

Waiting for him, the time ticked away and she walked back into the compound. The others were still eating and drinking and listening to music and her Aunt watched her make her way down to the main house.

Yani heard them talking before she saw them on the balcony.

Erik was perched next to Linda on the lounger that she and Erik loved when they were alone together. His voice was soft and Linda was close enough to him for their shoulders to touch. It looked serious and intimate.

Yani made her way back up to her car and her Aunt was waiting for her.

"What is going on?" Leona asked.

"Killmonger has to deal with Linda. She has feelings for him and it's just…messy."

"How do you feel about her loving him?"

"I don't like it. But…how could she not? I mean. I love him Auntie. I love him so much and he's leaving me. She'll be with him and I'll never see him again. So I'll always wonder about them being together—"

Her chest heaved and Yani threw her hands over her face.

"Oh, Yani. I wish you could find the right one for once."

"But I did. I just can't keep him. That's not my fault."

Leona hugged her and the smell of her Aunt's lavender lotion and hair grease soothed her. The familiar smells of family.

"I love him too much, Auntie."

"I know. I see it. He loves you too. It's so obvious."

"Hey," Erik said.

Yani pulled back from her Aunt and wiped her eyes.

"You were talking to her?" Yani asked.

Erik's eyes flicked away from looking at Yani directly.

"Yeah."

Leona patted Yani's back.

"Goodnight, Erik," Leona said.

Leona's eyes watched them both.

"Be good to each other," she said walking away from them.

"How did she take it?"

He shrugged.

"Killmonger—"

"I don't want to talk about her. Let's go. I just wanna be with you right now."

He tossed his small duffle bag into her car.

"I'll drive," he said.

She handed him her keys.

He chose a hotel on the other side of the island and she called her parents to tell them she would pick up Sydette in the morning.

Their lovemaking was slow.

Gentle.

Erik's hands touched her everywhere and in every way possible. His lips painted kisses on her skin from her forehead to her toes. He was deliberate. Methodical in a sexy way. His cell rang and when they both looked at his phone on the nightstand, they saw Linda's avatar glowing.

Yani shoved his phone onto the floor and straddled his hips.

She wore him out as she promised.

Chapter 26 Here

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Author’s Note: “Wet Sugar” will end in two chapters. Shooting for 30 chapters to close this series out. Just know that a lot of what happens here will come back in the Black Boys Bloom Thorns First Series vol 3 &4.

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Authority Online: Ch 6

Celeste couldn't remember a longer week, for multiple reasons besides her anticipation of Saturday.

She had plenty of orders to fill, so there wasn't a lot of downtime to start with, especially after a specialty order cake had collapsed on itself and she had no choice but to start over from scratch, forcing her and Sky to work well into the night on Tuesday and Wednesday to keep up with everything that had to be pushed back while it was redone, but by Friday morning everything was righted and back on schedule.

When she did have a spare minute she would text or reply to a message Jaune had sent her, which both fortunately and unfortunately only seemed to be around lunchtime or after work. She imagined the lawyer kept a rather hectic schedule herself based on what little she knew about her work.

It was becoming apparent now that they had met in person that the lawyer had a rapier wit and a very dry, sarcastic sense of humor, as well as not much tolerance for those without common sense.

Speaking of…

She was just now sitting on her couch for the evening when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She smiled involuntarily when she saw the notification from Jaune and quickly swiped it open.

"Have you ever been to The Beach Front?" It read.

She'd certainly heard of it. It was a very nice American style restaurant just outside the city, they didn't have a dress code, but it would be ill-advised to show up in a t-shirt or jeans, and as the name suggested, it was right on the beach, It took up a large section of the pier overlooking the ocean.

She'd never been herself, but Greg and Rose had gone on their last anniversary and her sister had raved about the food and she'd wanted to try it, but had never had any occasion to go. It could be a little on the pricey side from what Rose had said.

"I haven't, but I've heard good things."

She hit send and didn't have to wait more than a minute before her phone buzzed again.

"So have I. Would you like to try it?"

Celeste could feel herself smiling as she typed out her reply. Honestly, she didn't care where they ended up eating, so long as she got to spend the evening in Jaune’s company.

"Sounds perfect. When should I meet you there?"

It was maybe 45 seconds before she got a reply.

"The bakery is on my way, I can pick you up if you'd like. 6 o'clock?"

"Yes, thank you. It's a date."

After that, her phone went quiet for the evening and her mind wandered to other things, like when she was eventually going to tell her sister that she was tentatively seeing someone.

She had a good idea of how that was going to go. The teacher would get all bent out of shape for a bit that she hadn't told her the second she started talking to someone online, but she'd get over it after a few hours of pouting.

That being said, she'd probably still wait till it looked like this would go past one date first.

She certainly had high hopes. It seemed she liked Jaune a little more every day.

She hoped the feeling was mutual.

It seemed like it just might be, but it had been a while since she had dated. Over three years, but after that fiasco, she’d really needed the break anyway.

She’d forgotten how exciting it could be when you met someone you seemed to click with.

There was a quiet little knock on her apartment door and she smiled, knowing who it was.

“Come in,” she called and about ten seconds later Steven walked into the living room in an oversized t-shirt and a blanket held tight in one fist dragging on the floor behind him.

“What are you still doing up?” she asked quietly as he looked up at her.

“I can’t sleep,” he said, looking quite sleepy.

“Ah, that’s right you’re going to Funland tomorrow.” She remembered. He nodded.

“Can I sit with you?” he mumbled.

“Of course you can, love”

He pulled himself up onto the cushion and flopped against her. She smiled and ran her fingers through his curly hair while the tv droned on.

“You’re excited for tomorrow?” she asked and he nodded tiredly as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Can I tell you a secret?” She looked down at him and he looked up at her, his mouth open like he was surprised she could have a secret, but he nodded.

“I’m excited about tomorrow too.”

“Are you coming with us?” he turned to better look at her.

“Not this time,love. Do you remember my friend last week, the really tall one?” He nodded. “She and I are going to dinner tomorrow night and I’m excited about it… but also a little nervous. I like her and I want her to like me,” she mumbled as she brushed some of the dark curls away from his face.

“I like you,” was his simple reply.

A quiet breathy laugh pushed past her lips as she looked down at his sweet round face.

“And I love you.” She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Now let’s get you to bed.” She gathered him into her arms and started downstairs.

~ ~ ~

As soon as she'd gotten off the phone with Celeste she'd made a call to the Beach Front to secure their 6:30 pm reservation, the place was notorious for filling up quickly on the weekends, or so she'd heard.

She was quite pleased with herself, truth be told. Even if maybe she'd had to lie a little.

Truthfully the bakery was actually out of the way and she was closer to the restaurant, but it wasn't that much out of the way, so really, It was nothing Celeste would need to concern herself about.

Now she just needed to take care of her mother and considering that more often than not, despite her dramatic flair, her mother was nothing if not pragmatic.

The easiest way to get out of the opera would just be to tell her the truth.

She had after all been hounding her to date.

She slid her phone into her pocket and climbed out of her car in her mother's driveway.

Only the white Aston Martin was sitting in the driveway.

Good, The last thing she wanted was any more surprise run-ins with old family acquaintances.

She let herself in and walked up the stairs to her mother's office.

The door was shut but she could see the light shining out from underneath the door and knocked.

"Yes, what is it, Penny?" Her mother's voice called out from the other side of the door.

"Not Penny this time." She smiled that she stepped inside to see her mother's wide-eyed, surprised face.

"Jaune! What are you doing here?" She stood and walked around her desk, letting the blonde lean down to kiss her on the cheek. Her height came from her mother though, so she didn’t need to lean far. Of course, right now her 5’10’’ mother was wearing slippers and she was wearing heels.

It seemed her mother had just gotten out of the shower. She was wearing a fluffy white robe and her shoulder-length white hair was laying flat and slightly damp against her back, rather than poofed and primped as it usually was. She wasn’t wearing any makeup and the jagged scar in the center of her forehead was plainly visible.

She preferred her mother like this, unexpecting, natural. Not playing at anything or putting on a show for friends and acquaintances.

“I came to see you tonight because I can’t go to the opera with you tomorrow,” she said and her mother frowned.

“I know it's not your favorite activity but I ask so little of you, Sunshine.” Blanche huffed, crossing her arms and turning to walk back to her desk. “Your work won’t go anywhere in the course of one evening.” She sat in her chair and all Jaune could picture was a pouting child. Even as she poured herself a glass of brandy from the decanter sitting on her desk.

“It’s not because I have work,” she started, rolling her eyes and walking up to the desk. “I have a date,” she finished.

The glass stopped halfway to her mother’s lips.

“I’m sorry, I must have misheard you, dear, what are you doing tomorrow evening?” Her mother blinked at her, setting the glass back down and Jaune rolled her eyes.

“I have a dinner date with a woman I met,” she clarified, crossing her arms and sitting on the couch that sat perpendicular to her mother’s desk.

“That’s wonderful, Sunshine.” Blanche smiled, face lighting up at the news. “So tell me about this young woman you met.” She leaned forward eagerly and Jaune sighed internally, but she’d known that this was the trade-off for getting out of the opera.

“Her name is Celeste. We met on a dating website. Actually we’ve been talking for about two weeks now, we met and had coffee last Sunday. She owns a bakery on the west side of town.” She ran down some basics.

“That’s lovely…, but what is she like?” she stressed. Jaune leaned back in the seat and folded her hands in her lap.

“Mind you, we’ve haven’t been talking long and we’ve only met once for a couple of hours but…” she started and Blanche made a ‘yes and?’ motion with her hand. “She’s quick witted... and charming, with this soft, dulcet, Irish accent.” she looked down at her folded hands. “She’s incredibly beautiful…with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.” she looked up and saw her mother looking at her with wide, surprised eyes and she felt herself turn pink.

“But… yes, I’m growing rather fond of her.” she cleared her throat and stood, brushing out the imaginary wrinkles in her shirt as she did. “So, I hope you’ll forgive me about the opera this time.”

“Don’t worry about opera, Jaune. You have fun with your new paramour.” She smirked and Jaune turned red.

“Mother please, it’s a first date,” she sighed, rubbing at her temple.

“Didn’t you say you had coffee with her just last week?”

“Yes, but that wasn’t a date, we were just meeting, to see if we actually would like to pursue something.

“In my day we called that a date.” Blanch hummed, taking a drink from her glass.

Jaune scowled.

~ ~ ~

Saturday was as busy as it usually was.

Celeste was rather glad for the distraction to be honest. Hopping around the bakery without pause to even breathe gave her little time to over think and get herself worked up about her coming evening. That being said, it was still the usual exhausting Saturday, first thing in the morning and again at lunch time the shop was packed with people.

She was seriously considering her sister's idea of hiring part time help, if not just to free up some of her own time but to take some of the load off her and Sky.

When the crowd thinned out at last around two-thirty she sent Sky out on her lunch break. She herself nibbled on half a sandwich Rose left her in the walk-in before they had left for Funland early this morning. She often got so busy during the Saturday rush that she forgot to eat, something Rose was all too familiar with.

She took a bite and pulled her phone out of her pocket when it buzzed. She had two unopened messages from her sister.

Opening them she smiled at the two photos of the three of them at Funland eating cotton candy and playing games and wished she could have gone, but Saturday was her biggest day and Sky couldn’t do it alone.

Maybe she would have a’ now hiring’ sign printed up on Monday after all.

After closing the photos she looked at her ongoing conversation with Jaune and hesitated a moment before opening it and typing a quick message.

“Still on for tonight?”

She slid it back into her pocket and went back to her sandwich as she restocked the display case with the latest batch of pastries and baked goods.

A flash of light in the corner of her eye made her look up. A car had pulled into the nearest parking spot in front of the bakery.

The sunlight was bouncing through the front glass off its bright, pearlescent white paint.

Normally she wouldn’t have taken much notice, but it was not a normal car. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it was definitely expensive.

The woman that got out of the car looked equally expensive.

She was older, perhaps sixty and dressed very nicely in a gray mid length skirt and fitted white blouse. Her large dark sunglasses covered much of her face but her bright red painted lips stood out in stark contrast. It took only a glance to see that the white bag hanging off her shoulder was designer.

She entered the shop, the jingling bells heralding her arrival.

“Welcome to Butterscotch Bites,” she greeted, putting her half eaten sandwich under the counter and brushing the crumbs off her hands on her apron.

“Good afternoon, dear.” The woman pulled off her glasses, revealing dark, wide eyes and smiled at her as she walked up to the counter. She was a little taller then Celeste and walked with an unarguable self assuredness.

“How can I help you?”

“I was recently recommended to this establishment by a colleague, tell me, what do you recommend?” she asked, sliding her sunglasses into her bag.

Celeste hummed as she moved to the back of the display cases.

“I can never recommend the butterscotch bites enough. Of all my recipes it's always been my favorite.” She pointed down at the tray of golden, chocolate drizzled fudge.

“Oh, is this your shop?” she asked, but the way she said it lacked any of the surprise expected with the question.

“It is.” Celeste smiled.

“Marvelous, If they're good enough to name a shop I suppose I’ll have to try them, can I get a dozen?” Her voice was positively saccharine.

“Of course.” Celeste nodded as she moved to pack the sweets into a little box for the woman she could feel her dark eyes following her, as though she was observing her, but she was smiling and seemed genuinely… pleased?

Celeste wasn’t quite sure what to make of the elegant older woman.

She took the woman’s card and couldn’t help but notice the diamond shaped brooch pinned to the breast of her blouse. A stylized 'R' engraved into its center.

“That’s a lovely brooch.” she complimented as she handed back the card.

The woman’s eyes widened briefly in surprise before those blood red lips pulled into a gentle smile as she reached up to brush her fingers over the gemstone studded jewelry.

“Thank you, my late husband gave this to me.” The timbre of her voice changed as she said this, losing it’s sugar coated tone and turning slightly more sombre and Celeste immediately felt bad about bringing it up.

“Ah, I’m Sor-”

The woman was waving a hand before she could even finish the apology.

“Don’t worry yourself, dear.”

Celeste handed her the wrapped box of treats. “Thank you.”

“Have a nice weekend.” The woman smiled that knowing smile again before she turned and left.

As far as strange interactions went she had had her fair share of far worse than that but something about the woman had seemed off, she just couldn’t put her finger on it.

She felt her phone buzz in her pocket and pulled it out. A reply from Jaune.

“Of course. I’ll see you at 6.”

She smiled to herself and picked her sandwich up.

When Sky came back she forgot all about it the strange interaction with the white haired woman.

~ ~ ~

Celeste hummed to herself as she inspected her reflection in the mirror.

The dress was a dark navy that stopped just below her knees, though the slit in the left side went up to mid thigh. It hung slightly off her shoulders and dipped into a ‘V’ at her breast bone, perfectly framing the silver chain hangin around her neck with the help of her hair, laying flat against her shoulders and back. A black pair of heels that she’d had to dig through her closet for and clutch completed her outfit.

The dress was hardly formal in style but she couldn’t help but wonder if she was overdressed. Rose had worn something of a similar style to the restaurant, but then again her sister could often be over the top at the best of times.

She glanced at her clock.

5:52

Her decision was made. Picking up her keys she left her apartment, walking as quietly down the stairs as she could, lest she alert her sister to her leaving. Her heels were loud. At the bottom of the stairwell she let out a breath of relief as she walked into the kitchen.

“Wowza!” Greg’s voice suddenly filled the quiet.

She jumped, turning to see the rest of her family gathered around one of the ovens and a sheet pan.

Steven smiled at her while Rose and Greg looked at her with wide eyes.

“What are you all doing down here?”

“We're making cookies!” Steven helpfully supplied with a wide smile.

“Our oven is broken, where are you going looking like a sweet treat yourself?” Rose turned to her, hands on her hips and she flushed at the description.

“I…,” she stalled but it didn’t look like she was getting out of it this time. “I have a date.”

“What!?” Rose squealed. Greg winced. “You have a date and you didn’t tell me?

“This is only the second time we’ve met, I didn’t want you to make a big a deal out of nothing.”

“This is the second date you’ve been on!?” Rose wasn’t yelling but it was on the border.

Before she could answer the sound of knocking came from the front of the shop and Celeste perked up.

‘We’ll talk about it when I get back,” she said as she walked out to the front, heels clicking on the linoleum.

“Have fun!” Greg called. Rose followed her sister to the front, but hung back in the kitchen entrance.

A tall, familiar looking blonde woman was standing outside the glass door in a pair of black slacks and a dark, mustard colored dress shirt tucked into them, beneath an open black blazer. She smiled when Celeste appeared.

A golden yellow Mercedes was parked in the street in front of the shop.

“The lawyer?” Rose mumbled to herself.

Celeste unlocked the door and stepped out, looking up at the blonde. Even with her own heels and Jaune’s flat, black dress shoes she was still taller, though not by as much.

“Right on time.” Celeste smiled.

“I can’t stand to be late,” she admitted. “You look gorgeous." The words all but left her mouth unbidden as she looked at Celeste.

She knew she'd said the right thing though when the baker's cheeks flushed a rosy color.

"Thank you." She pushed a lock of sterling hair back behind her ear. "You look rather dashing yourself," she said, admiring the lawyers clean and sharp appearance. She grinned and Celeste's heart did a quick double tap in her chest.

"Thank you. Are you rea…" she trailed off, looking at something over her shoulder.

Celeste turned around and did her best to suppress the sigh that threatened to escape her lips.

Rose, Greg and Steven we're all peeking out from behind the doorway of the kitchen.

"Your sister and her family?" Jaune took a guess.

"Yes… I didn't know they would be in the kitchen when I came downstairs." She rolled her eyes at them, at Rose and Greg anyway. "But yes, I'm ready to go."

Jaune turned around and opened the passenger door on the car and Celeste smiled at her as she climbed inside.

It was very nice and certainly cleaner than her own car. While the inside of her own silver sedan often smelled of baked bread or sugar the blondes car had a distinct aroma of leather and coffee which did not surprise her.

Based on everything she knew so far that was a perfect summary of the lawyer.

Jaune climbed in and started up the car, quickly pulling out into the Saturday night traffic.

The short drive to the restaurant was spent in quiet conversation over the low playing radio.

It amazed Celeste that they could just pick up their conversations right from wherever they had left off in their messages.

The restaurant was already quite busy when they arrived and it took them a few minutes before they found a parking place, though it was at least not too far from the doors.

The lobby was full of people waiting for tables and Celeste was suddenly afraid that they may not even get in considering how many people were sitting in the waiting area.

"It's an hour wait," someone standing nearby said helpfully.

Celeste grimaced at that.

Jaune just hummed as she walked up to the hostess stand.

"6:30 reservation, Roche."

The woman scanned the appointment book for nodding with a smile and grabbing two menus.

"Right this way." She led them through the restaurant and right to the patio that overlooked the ocean. "Enjoy, ladies, your waiter will be with you soon." The hostess said before disappearing back inside the restaurant.

Celeste had to admit, one could hardly ask for a better setting for a date then this one.

Though all the tables on the patio were full they were spaced far enough apart to allow some semblance of privacy. The sun slowly going down over the ocean certainly didn't hurt the ambience.

"My sister and her husband came here for their anniversary last year, so far, it's just as nice as I heard." She turned to Jaune who was flipping through her menu.

"Some of my colleagues come here often and can never stop talking about the place after they do, I thought this might be a good opportunity to try it."

"Well, we can try it together then." She smiled.

The waiter eventually appeared and took their orders. Despite the obvious busyness it didn't take long for their food to come and they continued to talk trading stories from work.

While her interactions with customers were rather tame the majority of the time, Jaune on the other hand had some very interesting stories.

"I think one of the dumbest things I've ever heard was when a man told me he wanted to divorce his wife because she had spent $70,000 on psychic hotlines."

"Oh my god." Celeste balked and Jaune rolled her eyes at the memory.

"Evidently it was a waste of money If the psychics didn't tell her that that would happen." Jaune grinned when Celeste burst into peals of laughter.

It wasn't until halfway through dinner that a glint on the blondes blazer caught her eye.

It was a diamond-shaped brooch with a stylized 'R' engraved in its center.

"Your brooch…" Celeste pointed to the small piece of jewelry pinned to the lapel of Jaune's blazer.

Jaune looked up, fork still in her mouth, but looked down at the small piece of jewelry.

"It's funny I saw one that looked exactly like it today on a woman that came into the shop. It even had the 'R'," she said.

Jaune's eyes narrowed at that and she swallowed the bite she was chewing and carefully wiped her mouth before speaking.

"Was it an older woman, white hair, dressed much too lavishly?" she asked and obviously it was someone the lawyer knew based on the spot on description.

"An acquaintance of yours?" She cocked a brow.

Jaune sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"My mother," she finally grumbled.

"Your mother?" Celeste blinked and Jaune groaned.

"She wanted me to go to the opera with her tonight, the easiest way to get out of that was to simply tell her I had a date, she asked about you, of course. However, I didn't think for one minute she would take that information to come harass you…," she scowled.

"Oh, no no. She didn't harass me, she was very pleasant actually." Jaune cocked a disbelieving brow with that. "She came in, made a little small talk, bought some candy and left."

"I'm surprised." Jaune hummed, picking up her fork again.

"The only reason I remember was because I complimented the brooch and she told me… her late husband gave it to her." She mumbled the last part, looking at the brooch pinned to Jaune's blazer.

"Yes, my father had them made. Mine was A gift when I graduated from law school. He was a lawyer too. He died of a heart attack seven years ago and I inherited his practice and made it my own.

"I'm sorry. At least your parents supported what you wanted to do with your life." Celeste smiled, but it had it undeniable tinge of sadness to it.

"Yours don't?"

Celeste glanced out over the ocean for a second before those blue eyes slid back to meet amber.

"No, they didn't. In Ireland my family was very poor. When my sister was a baby and I was only a toddler they sold everything to move here and have a fresh start," she explained. "What they really wanted was for me to go to school and get a high paying, successful, office job, like yours, to support the family."

"Those are unfair expectations…" Jaune frowned, her brows drew together between her eyes in clear annoyance, Celeste was touched by her companion;s concern.

"Yes, well. They worked to pay for my school, only instead of culinary school as I had dreamed, it was for my degree in business management at Delmarva U. They refused to let me "waste my time and their money on such foolishness." So I never got to go.”

Jaune leaned forward in her seat, elbows on the table as she listened to Celeste.

"So what do they think of your successful bakery, despite the fact that you never went to culinary school?"

"I don't know, they both died in a car accident about ten years ago, Right after I graduated, I never had a chance to tell them what I had planned."

"Oh. I'm sorry " she mumbled, unsure what to say or do now in the tenser atmosphere .

"It's alright." She took a sip of the dark red wine in her glass. "You were right..," she finally said after a moment.

"Oh, what about?" Jaune cocked her head curiously.

"Your mother really is an interesting character." She smiled, and it widened when Jaune chuckled.

~ ~ ~

Three hours later Jaune pulled to a stop in front of the bakery and shut off the car, making it quiet.

"I had a wonderful time.Thank you for dinner, Jaune." She turned to her companion, clutching her bag in her lap, in no real hurry to get out of the car.

"It was my pleasure." The blonde assured her. "Perhaps, we could do this again?" The hint of hopefulness was clear in her voice and it would be a lie if Celeste didn't say she was pleased by the blonde's desire to see her again.

"Yes, I'd like that." She nodded. Jaune smiled and despite the sudden explosion of butterflies in her stomach she leaned over the center console and pressed a quick, featherlight kiss to the blonde's cheek.

When she pulled back, settling back down into her seat she couldn't help but giggle at those wide amber eyes and shocked expression. Pink wasn’t Jaune’s color, but it still looked nice splashed across her face.

"Goodnight, Jaune." she smiled to herself as she climbed out of the car.

"G-goodnight, Celeste." she called behind her.

She waved and let herself into the shop. A few seconds later the car drove away.

She couldn't help the wide, dopey grin on her face as she walked up the stairs.

Honestly, she couldn't remember the last time she’d had a better evening.

"You're back!"

Celeste nearly jumped out of her skin as her sister's apartment door slammed open just as she was passing by.

"Rose, please!" She held a hand to her chest, waiting for her heart to go back to a normal rhythm.

"Well?" She fisted her hands on her hips.

Celeste rolled her eyes.

"I'll tell you all about it in the morning," she said over her shoulder as she continued up the stairs.

"What?!" Rose shouted after her, standing in the hall and throwing out her arms.

"In the morning, I promise," she laughed quietly at her sister's aggravated noises, but her mind was already drifting back to a certain blonde lawyer.

“Well?” Greg asked quietly, peeking into the hall at his wife.

“She looked stupidly happy.” She turned to him with a smile and Greg grinned back.

~ ~ ~

Jaune smiled to herself all the way home.

Despite her earlier annoyance with her mother at going to the bakery for the sole purpose of checking out Celeste, nothing could damper her mood at the moment.

Her cheek still tingled where Celeste’s lips had been.

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mysteryofren · 4 years

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You will never forget

part 10 of So Happy Together

part 9

The rest of the week went by slow. There was a lot of crying. A lot of late nights with the group. A lot of Elaine coming home to you crying. It felt like a stab to the guy every time you saw him. Your friends knew this, so they decided to start eating lunch out on the lawn to reduce the risk of you all having to see him. You felt bad. Ben was Matt's brother, and even though he assured you he didn’t wanna see him either. You couldn't help, but feel guilty. You wish you could switch classes to avoid having to see him every morning, but you didn't want to go that far. It was finally Friday, and on your way out of calculus Professor Windu had stopped you.

“I'm concerned. Your grades have never been this low.” he said handing you all your work from the week.

“Im sorry sir, but a B is still passing.” you immediately regretted saying that.

He sighed before going to close the door. “Yes. a B is still passing, but not for you. For as long as I can remember I've always striven for nothing less than an A. Now you're scoring low B’s, and I even heard from other teachers that you skipped the other day. What's going on?”

“It's personal.” you flipped through the papers. Looking at all the grades. Sure enough you had gotten an 80-85 on all of them.

“Listen. Your grandfather and I are friends. I know he wouldn't be happy with me if i saw something was going on with you and didn't reach out to see if you were alright.”

You stayed staring at the papers. He walked over and grabbed them. He tossed them in the trash and opened his draw digging out new sheets.

“I remember being a teenager. I remember how hard it was, but i've gotten to know you well these past few years, and i know you are strong.“ he handed the new worksheets over to you.

“I know everyone goes through things. I understand if you don't exactly feel like talking to some old guy about it, but i know you're smart. I know you can do better. Redo do them over the weekend. Ill ignore the first ones and put the new ones in the grade book.”

You put the sheets in your binder. “Thank you sir. I appreciate your concern. I'll get these done.”

“You're a good kid. You'll get through whatever you're going through, and you'll come out of it stronger.”

You walked out of his class, smiling. The perk of having your grandfather, was that he was well loved. That meant no matter where you went in town someone was always looking out for you. Lunch came quick and the day was already better than previous ones. You greeted your friends on the lawn and sat. you all talked about things you loved doing, and even started planning a day to go out together. You had felt so much better than you had been lately. You took out the instax camera and started taking pictures of your friends. You and Matt were talking when Phasma had picked up the camera and taken a picture of you both. You asked her to take another where you both were posing. He wrapped one arm around you and gave a weird thumbs up with an open smile while you laughed. just then you heard someone clear their throat behind you guys.

“I'm gonna need the car this weekend.” Ben said looking at Matt. He slid his arm off of you and looked at him.

“No way! We were planning on hanging out this weekend and I was gonna drive us!” he said motioning to the group. You noticed the death glares that Hux and Phas were giving Ben.

“Well i'm taking Rey out.” he looked over at you. You tried to hide the hurt you felt but failed miserably. “I'm sure you can find another way to get to where you're going.”

He walked off. The little bit of progress you had made was tossed out the window when he said that. He had ignored you to date Rey. She had everything she wanted. Why did she need him too? You felt tears starting to build up again. When you felt a mass of weight hit you. Everyone had gotten up to hug you.

“Trust me, had I known he was dating Rey I would've said something!!”

“It’s okay,” you said, trying to even your breathing, ”it's not your fault.”

“Don't worry we're gonna have an awesome day tomorrow. You'll have so much fun you'll forget all about him.” Phasma said, pulling away.

“Just imagine me trying to skate. The image itself is hilarious, imagine watching me do it.” Hux had said. You laughed as everyone went back to their spots. You all continued planning, as you tried pushing thoughts of Ben to the back of your head. You tried not to imagine him and Rey together. You tried not to see him kissing her the way he kissed you. You were failing miserably.

Later that day you and Matt presented your projects. You had received an A, and Matt wanted to celebrate. You agreed to go out to get ice cream with him. Before you left you needed to go get changed. While changing Elaine walked in.

“Hey whatcha getting dressed for?” she asked as she put her soccer bag down.

“Matt wants to get ice cream to celebrate us getting an A on our project.” you informed her while getting your shoes on.

“Cool, can i come?”

“Yeah I don't see why not.”

“Cool ill meet you guys there! I gotta shower and change.”

You walked out of your dorm and met up with Matt outside. You guys walked over to the small town like area by the campus. You guys talked about your day, and talked about tomorrow.

“By the way did you see phasmas text in the chat about it being 80’s night?”

“Yeah dude im so excited i already have my outfit picked out! It's gonna be so much fun”

“Me too luckily my glasses already fit the era well.” he said while pointing at his glasses.

“Have you ever been skating before?”

“Once when we were kids Kylo taught me and Ben how to do it, oddly he was like a skating pro.”

“What's Kylo like? I mean i know you, and ya know ben sort of, but I don't hear much about him.”

He pulled out his phone, and showed you a bunch of pictures of kylo and him. He looked more like Ben than Matt did. In fact. You could even say he's hotter than Ben. he had long dark hair, with a wide nose just like Ben, and Matt. in every photo he showed you he had a serious look on his face. Like he was upset about something constantly. He also had a large scar that went from his cheek, over his eye, and into his forehead.

“He looks mean, but deep down Kylos really is a great guy. He's studying to be a lawyer at harvard. It's his last year.”

“You sound really close to him.”

“Im close to both of them, but kylo has always talked to me no matter what. Ben has always seen me as the dorky little brother he doesnt wanna be seen with. We're still close though.”

You both arrived at the plaza where the ice cream shop was. It was a long walk, but it had been worth it. You guys made your way inside and sat down waiting for Elaine. You both talked and joked around when she finally got there. You saw the way he looked at her. He had it bad for her. He looked at her like she was what made the world spin around. He loved her. Too bad she really was super focused on school. They would make a cute couple. They Are totally opposite, but the same at the same time. He was tall and always trying to make himself smaller. Meanwhile she was short, but she walked and talked like she was 6’6 with two guns. She had such dark and elegant features. Dark skin, with long curly pitch black hair that made her green eyes appear as if they were glowing. Her face was perfectly chiseled. She looked angelic. It was completely opposite of the blonde headed, pale man sat by her.

“Matt, it's good to see you again, i can't wait to go out with you guys tomorrow.”

“I didn't know you were coming.” he said, hugging her.

“Phasma invited me today, it's gonna be awesome, I love 80’s night.”

“We should add her to the group chat so she's updated on all our bullshit.” you said as you pulled out your phone to add her. You unlocked it and saw you had a message. It was from ben. Elaine and Matt walked to the counter to order when you read the message.

‘So you're hanging out with my brother now? Don't use him to get to me. It's not fair to him.’

What the hell was wrong with him. You knew Matt before you knew Ben, you just never hung out with him before. Even then it was him who reached out first. He had a lot of fucking nerve.

‘That's pretty bold of you to assume that I care that much. Your brother and I have been friend’s a while now, not that it's any of your business. Besides you have Rey. You don't need to worry about what i'm doing.’

Just then they had come back, Elaine holding your regular order. She handed it to you, and you must've looked mad.

“Uh oh. We were gone for like 3 minutes. What happened?” her and Matt sat in front of you. You held up your phone showing them the text.

“Oh what an asshole. No offense Matt.” Elaine said.

“None taken, that's an asshole move. The response is perfect though.”

“Yeah you killed it with that. Put the bitch in his place.”

Matt held his ice cream in the middle of you all and smiled. “To putting bitches in their place.”

“TO PUTTING BITCHES IN THEIR PLACE!!” you all yelled as you bumped your hands into each other careful not to have your ice cream cones touch.

You all laughed and looked around at all the people who stared at you for what you had just said. For some reason you didn't care, you laughed and ate your ice cream. You stopped for a moment. Taking in what you were seeing. You took out the instax camera that you now carry all the time. As your friends laughed you took a photo. You wanted to remember this moment. This was one of the good times. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You ignored it as you ate your ice cream and talked. Soon you guys decided to leave luckily Elaine had driven herself here so you didn't have to walk back. You let Matt sit up front so he could be closer to her. You watched them closely. It was clear she was interested in him too.. You knew her though. She genuinely was focused on school work.

“Hey I got a switch in my room, you guys wanna come play mario kart or something?”

Elaine had pulled into the school parking lot. “Hell yeah dude, Y/N you coming?”

“Nah, I gotta redo my calculus work since Windu was nice enough to give me a second chance at it.” you all got out of the car and she locked her car, and took Matts arm.

“Guess it's just you and me Solo.” she said as she led him off. You watched as Matt fumbled over his words as they walked off.

You got to your dorm, and unlocked the door. You automatically put some upbeat music, and got started on the calculus work. You danced around as you figured out the problems, still high off the fact that you told Ben off. You may be heartbroken, but you'd be damned if he accused you of pretending to be Matt's friend. That reminded you he had messaged you back earlier. You decided to check what he had said.

‘Just. stay away.’

You scoffed. Who the fuck did he think he was? Did he really expect you to just stop being friends with Matt because of him? You threw the phone on your bed and continued to do your work. Soon enough you were done with it. You would be able to give it to him Monday morning. You put the worksheets back in your binder and packed a bag. You planned on going to your grandfathers after your night out with the group. While folding your clothes up you thought you heard a knock. You paused your music and heard it again. It couldn't have been Elaine. She had a key. You walked slowly towards the door to look outside the peephole when you heard someone yell from the other side.

“I know you're in there. You can't pretend like you're not.” it was Ben's voice. What the hell was he doing?

“So what you're gonna ignore me now? Huh?”

“If I remember correctly you were the one ignoring me.” you yelled through the door. “I'm just returning the favor asshole.”

“Stay the hell away from my brother. I've got enough going on. I don't need you around making things harder.”

“Fuck off Solo. he's my friend. You were too.” you said trying not to cry.

“You're delusional if you thought what we had was a friendship.” you heard him slam his fist against your door then storm off. Without thinking you walked out and yelled down the hall.

“You can deny the fact that we were friends, but you can't deny the fact that you kissed me. Twice Solo! Twice! That's something you will never forget! Not as long as i'm around!” tears streamed down your face as he walked off ignoring you. People were walking out of their dorms to see what was happening. They stared at you as you walked back into your dorm. That man was going to be the death of you.

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chickensarentcheap · 4 years

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Sanctuary- Chapter 9

WARNINGS: language and smut. NSFW.

Tagging: @alievans007, @valkyrie-of-the-light, @c-a-v-a-l-r-y, @innerpaperexpertcloud

She straddles his lower back as he lays on his stomach in the middle of their bed; her fingers pressing into the tight and aching muscles in his right shoulder. The pain is moderate to severe tonight. A dull ache that starts in the base of his neck and travels the entire length of his arm, throbbing in the elbow and pins and needles in the fingers. Scar tissue from the various surgeries he’d needed after Dhaka wrapping and twisting around ligaments and nerves and causing on going issues. The worst is his right shoulder; a reconstructive surgery to piece everything back together repeated shoulder separations had led to increased mobility issues. The scar running over both the front and back deltoid muscles and along the top of his shoulder to the nape of his neck. Surgeons had been able to save and improve mobility but had warned that there’d be permanent and progressive consequences, tightening and shortening of muscles and ligaments, bursitis, arthritis. The list went on. Long term physio, massage, drugs. Umpteen things prescribed or suggested that made him feel a hell of a lot older than his forty years.

“Ovi wants to bring that girl over tomorrow,” Esme says, as she uses both thumbs to get into that tough spot right under his shoulder blade.

In the last five years she’s grown accustomed to every inch of his body; whether it be providing relief for therapy for painful joints in muscles or when they made love. Those fingers acquainting themselves with every muscle, memorizing the way they twisted and bulged, how they moved under her touch. She knew every spot that either ached or turn him on, able to intricately trace the outline of every tattoo and scar. There was a time where the memories those scars held were too painful to relive; she couldn’t see them, let alone touch them, without being reminded of the horrific events in Dhaka. Now the trauma had subsided, and she no longer had to look away or pull her hands back. The events were still fresh in her mind, but she was able to block them out. There was something bittersweet about those scars now. The ones that he’d gained while in Dhaka. A reminder of how she’d almost lost him but how he’d fought back and they’d both been given a second chance.

“Why?” Tyler asks, both forearms under the pillow his cheek rests against.

“I guess he thinks this is going to be something long term and serious and he wants us to meet her. He seems pretty crazy about her. I don’t remember him being this bad over any of the girls he dated in high school.”

“I wonder if he’s going to cough up his V card sooner rather than later.”

“You have an unsettling obsession with his virginity,” she teases, and he turns his face into the middle and lets loose a string of profanity when she gets up under the shoulder blade and presses a hard as she can. His entire body going rigid; toes digging into the mattress. “And no,” she says, as she releases the pressure. “That was not meant as punishment for said virginity obsession.”

“It’s not an obsession,” he lifts his head from the pillow and removes one arm from under it, resting his chin on it. A pained grimace on his face, sweat beading across his forehead and gathering at his hairline and temples. “I’m just curious. She’s an older woman, he’s a virgin. He’s lucky when you think about it. She’s probably got all kinds of experience.”

“Or she could be relatively inexperienced like I was when we first met.”

“The things you knew how to do and you were comfortable letting me do? You weren’t that inexperienced.”

“You are the third and the last. Three guys? That’s not a lot.”

“Well the other two must have been really good teachers. I should send them thank you cards. Fuck,” he groans, as she runs her knuckles along the entire length of his right shoulder blade. “You’re savage for a little thing.”

“How do you know it wasn’t you who the good teacher?” she suggests. “I mean, there wasn’t else much to do for those five days and you are blessed with an incredible amount of patience and stamina. How do you know I didn’t just let you do all the work and show me how things are done?”

“Because I was there and I know that isn’t true. There were things you knew and that you did willingly and I never even had to say a word.”

“Maybe you’re just so hot I said ‘fuck it. I’ll let him do whatever he wants’.”

“Well, you did let me go where no other man has ever gone before. After only three days. So…”

“You really are a fifteen-year-old with raging hormones stuck in a grown man’s body,” she chides. “So you think he will? Cough it up to this girl?”

“I wouldn’t blame him if he did. What guy wouldn’t take it if it’s right there staring him in the face? I don’t know why we have to meet her though. Can’t he just fuck her and leave us out of it?”

“I don’t think this is strictly a having someone to fuck situation. I think he’s actually really into her. Haven’t you noticed the way his entire face lights up when he talks about her?” Her fingers and thumbs move up to the top of his shoulder, firmly pressing along the scar.

“You honestly don’t think I pay attention to that kind of shit do you? I’m a guy. Guys do not pay attention to that kind of stuff.”

“He’s totally crazy about her. It’s so obvious. Pay attention next time. I’ll ask about her tomorrow at breakfast. Just watch how he reacts. What he does with his face. You do it sometimes too. When you look at me.”

“Am I drunk when I do it?”

“I’m going to seriously smother in you sleep. Don’t be such a smart ass. I know you hate talking about feelings and all that sappy stuff. But I know you feel that stuff. You don’t have to admit it, baby. I know you better than you know yourself sometimes.”

It’s true. There were times she could just look at him and know what he was thinking or feelings. Easily finishing his sentences. Or giving words to the thoughts in his mind that he couldn’t find an adequate way to express.

“I still don’t understand why we have to meet her,” he says, forehead against the pillow, teeth digging into his bottom lip as she narrows in on the troublesome spot on the base of his neck.

“Because he wants us to. Because we’re his family and he wants her to meet his family.”

“It’s going be weird explaining all of that. I hope he’s not going to throw me under the bus and leave it to me to answer her questions.”

“Just tell her what we’ve told everyone else who asks,” her hands move down onto his spine, pressing into each vertebra. “His parents were friends of ours who died in a car accident and we were named his guardians in their will.”

“That story isn’t going to hold up forever. One day or another, the truth will come out. It always does.”

‘Well don’t let her be the one you tell it to. The last thing we need is to traumatize her and have her sue us for emotional pain and suffering. Can you imagine hearing a story like that? It sounds screwed up to me and I lived it. Imagine how messed up it would be to her? We’ll just have a nice quiet dinner like a normal family.”

“Like we’re normal. Have you met our kids?”

“Good point. Your spawns do have a tendency to get a little rowdy.”

“My spawns,” he snorts. “Because I’m the only one responsible for why they’re here.”

“You had your five minutes of fun, didn’t you?”

“You and I have very different experiences of the times our kids were conceived. Were you even in the room when it happened? Because five minutes? Times that by like twenty.”

“Oh, you wish! You may have the stamina of a God but that’s even too much for you. I love you and you’re a great fuck, but let’s be realistic.”

“Better than your ex?”

She laughs. “You’ve been wondering that all day, haven’t you?”

“Not all day but…” he closes his eyes and inhales sharply when she finally reaches the tailbone. Applying pressure as her hands move across the small of his back and over to his hips. “…I did think about it.”

“I can’t believe you’d even think it was a valid question. You are way at the head of the line on the best lover list. Second place is way back there. And it isn’t him, so…” she leans sideways to grab the bottle of pain relief cream lying on the mattress beside him. Grimacing when she opens the lid and sniffs. “…do I seriously have to sleep in the same room as you tonight? How offended would you be if I told you to sleep on the couch?”

“Very fucking offended.”

“This is not a smell I want next to me all night,” she holds the bottle up to his nose, and he coughs and gags. “Almost as bad as that sewer back in Dhaka.”

“Nothing will ever be as bad as that sewer back in Dhaka. But that does smell like shit. Just leave it.”

“The doctor said it’s the best one to use.”

“Who cares. I’ll put it on after you fall asleep. Then I’ll put a clothespin over your nose so you won’t wake up when the smell hits you.”

“You’re very stubborn,” she says.

“You tell me that every day at least five times a day. And that’s every day for the last five years.”

“So then stop being an enormous pain in my ass.”

“Never,” he declares. “Get up for a second.”

She pushes herself up onto her knees, allowing him to roll onto his back. “You okay?” she asks, noticing the grimace on his face.

“Fine. I’m fine,” he places his hands on her hips and settles her back down on his stomach. “Thank you, babe. That feels a lot better.”

“I don’t ever want to hear you say I never do anything nice for you,” she teases, as she leans down to kiss him and then settles her face in between his neck and his shoulder. A hand coming up to comb through the longer strands of his hair as he wraps both arms around her.

“So you’re being serious?” he asks after several minutes. “About this list of yours?”

“You can not be serious right now.”

“I’m just curious. You said you had a list and that I was first on it.”

“Are you honestly self conscious over my ex? Really? You of all people? You’re the last guy I’d ever expect that from.”

“I’m not being self conscious. I’m just curious.”

“Baby, you are at the top of every list I’ve had since I was sixteen and I first started dating.”

“Are these lists written down somewhere or…”

“Tyler…seriously…” she laughs against the side of his throat. “…you have absolutely nothing to be self conscious about. You are in an entirely different league than my ex in every possible way. It’s the man versus the boys. Let’s leave it at that. There isn’t any other man like you out there. I promise.”

That answer seems to satisfy him, and he drops a kiss on the top of her head.

‘What about your lists?” she inquires.

“I don’t have lists. I don’t do weird shit like that.”

“It doesn’t mean you don’t keep mental notes. Where would I be on your list?”

“I already told you. You give the best head I’ve ever had. I would have travelled from Australia to Colorado just for that.”

“What about the other stuff?”

“What other stuff?”

She sighs in exasperation.

“What do you want me to say? That you’re the best I’ve ever had and I’ve totally forgotten about every other woman that came before you?”

“I swear to God if you put me at the bottom of the list…”

Tyler laughs, and wrapping an arm around her waist, sits up and effortlessly tosses her down onto her back. “There is no list. I don’t think about things like that. I just know that you give the best head I’ve ever had and sex with you is incredible. Every time. I don’t compare it to other people. Why do I need to? None of them matter any more.”

“You’re being very diplomatic about this,” she frowns, but then sighs when his lips find the side of her neck.

His beard is rough against her skin, his breath warm, lips and tongue moist as they travel along her jaw and move up to her ear. His hand heavy on her stomach; pushing up the bottom of her simple tank top to expose an inch of flesh, fingertips gliding across her skin. And she shivers when the tip of his tongue traces the outer edge of her ear and his teeth gently sink into the lobe.

“What about Nik?” she asks.

“Who’s Nik?”

“I’m being serious,” she grabs a hold of his hair and yanks his head back, so he’s looking at her. “What about her? Am I at least better than her?”

“Who am I married to?”

“You had a chance to marry her? What…?”

“Stop…” he kisses her, chuckling against her lips. “…there is no one else but you. No one else I ever think about. There’s no one else I want other than you. So please…” he resumes the teasing and the torturing on her ear and her neck. “…stop…”

She opens her mouth to speak, then clamps it shut when his fingers make short work of the small bow holding tight the waist band of her bottoms. His mouth covering hers in a deep, hungry kiss as his hand slides down the front of her pyjama pants and dips between her legs. One hand in his hair and the other tightly gripping his shoulder as his tongue pushing its way past her teeth and seeking out hers. The kiss is desperate. Hungry. Needy. And she cries out into his mouth when he slips two fingers inside of her.

“Are you going to stop asking me questions now?” he asks, as he pulls back to study her face. Her pupils wide, her face flushed, hair falling across her forehead. “No more questions?”

She shakes her head, then lifts her head to kiss him. She curls an arm around his neck and pulls him into her; his free hand moving to support his weight, palm down on the mattress. Arching her back and pressing her hips flush against his palm as his fingers move inside of her. Slow, deep strokes that has all of her nerve endings on fire.

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he watches her. The way her eyes darken and her breathing picks up pace; hips rising and falling to match every move that his fingers make. Bringing his thumb in contact with her clit, softly rubbing at the hardened nub until she’s got a hold of his hair once again and she’s yanking him down into another kiss. Effectively muffling the noises that come tumbling out of her mouth.

He continues to kiss her; soft, gentle pecks interspersed with longer moments of closed mouth upon closed mouth. Waiting until her body stops shuddering and her breath returns to normal before removing his hand between her legs. Eyes locked on hers as he licks her fluid off of his fingers.

“You’re evil,” she declares.

“In the best possible ways, yeah?”

She nods and reaches for him, a hand cupping his erection through his boxer briefs. Long and hot and hard underneath that cool, smooth cotton. The tip of her tongue sliding along her lower lip as she strokes him through the fabric, her grip tight, applying just the right amount of pressure. Until he’s swallowing noisily and his own breathing picks up his pace. Frowning when he suddenly pushes her hand away and then leans across the bed to grab a condom from the nightstand.

“No,” she says, as she takes hold of his wrist. “Don’t. Let’s have a baby, Tyler. One more.”

“You’re sure?”

She nods. “But I swear to God, if your super sperm does something crazy like another set of twins or worse, triplets, you won’t have to worry about a vasectomy because I will use a kitchen knife to cut your dick off myself. You’re a little too good at making babies.”

“Maybe,” he grins, as he sits back on his heels and grabbing a hold of her hips, pulls her towards him. “But they’re beautiful babies.”

She smiles. “They are. We did good, didn’t we.”

“Yeah. We did. We did real good.”

“Maybe the last one will be a girl,” she muses. “There’s way too much testosterone in this house.”

“Maybe,” he says, and hooks his fingers in the waist band over her pants and yanks them down in one swift movement. Batting her foot out of the way when she presses it against his crotch, toes rubbing against his cock. Placing a hand on either side of her head as he leans down to kiss her, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth before pushing his tongue into her mouth.

Her hands reach for the elastic band on his shorts and she hastily pushes them down over his hips and his ass. And he never breaks the kiss as one hand reaches behind him to shove the fabric down past his knees. Feeling her shudder against him and gasp into his mouth when he slips inside of her; groaning deep in his throat as he bottoms out inside of her.

“Fuck…” he breathes, forehead resting against hers. “…you feel so good. You always feel so good.”

She raises her head to kiss him; a brief peck on the lips before her mouth moves across his jaw and down onto his throat. Tongue travelling over the scar that serves as a permanent memory of when he’d nearly lost his life. Hands sliding across his shoulders and down onto his back, nails pressing into his flesh and breaking the skin as he moves inside of her. Long, smooth strokes that fill her completely.

No other man has ever been able to do the things he does. Or make her feel the way he can. The way he looks down at her with so much love and adoration in his eyes. The way each movement and each kiss lets her know just how worshipped she really is. His gaze never wavering; those blue eyes locked on hers, as if they’re burrowing into her very soul.

“I love you,” she breathes. “I love you so much.”

“I know,” he smiles. “I love you too.”

“Put a baby in me, Tyler. Put your baby in me.”

He blinks at both the honesty and power that comes with those words. And then it is as if every last shred of patience and resolve shatters. Slow love making turning frantic and aggressive, those large hands flipping her over onto her stomach and forcing her up onto her knees, slamming into her with brutal force. One hand on her hip and the other gripping the headboard as he furiously pounds into her. Surprised at how well she has always taken him. Even five years ago in that dirty Dhaka hotel room when he’d lost complete and utter control for the first time.

He reaches around to find her clit; stroking it as he drives into her again and again until she’s burying her face into a pillow to muffle her cries, his name repeatedly leaving her lips.

“Tell me when you’re going to come,” he says, as he drops his hand from the headboard and grabs her hair, yanking her head back, lips feasting on her neck. “Tell me.”

“I’m close…” she manages between ragged gasps. “…so close…”

He pulls her to her knees, so her back is pressed against his front; her hands reaching back to grab at his hair.

“Tell me,” he growls, and increases the pressure of his fingers. “Tell me.”

“Tyler…” she can barely get his name out. “…fuck…Tyler…”

“I want you to come,” he orders, and then removes his hand from between her legs and reaches between them to slip two fingers up her ass.

That’s all it takes. Her head falling back against him, his free hand clamping down over her mouth in order to hide the scream; sis name, profanities, unintelligible nonsense he can’t even begin to comprehend. And with two hard, strong stroke he’s coming as well; a long, loud groan erupting from somewhere deep inside his chest. And he wraps his arm around her waist to hold her painfully tight against him; making sure that not one drop of his cum manages to trickle out of her.

His trembling legs give out; vision white as he collapses onto his back, chest heaving as he attempts to regain some control over his senses. And he feels her move against him; the soft brush of her skin against his, her lips pressing a series of kisses across his chest and collarbone. Blindly he reaches for her, a hand falling on the back of her neck and bringing her head down to his shoulder.

They lay like that. Cool breeze tumbling through the window and washing over their spent and sweaty bodies. Until she shivers against him and he sits up and reaches for the comforter at the end of the bed. Draping it over both of them as he once more gathers her in his arms and pulls her tight against him.

****

He awakens to tiny hands incessantly shaking him. Torn out of a dead sleep by the sensation of someone clutching him by the bicep and yanking his arm back and forth with as much strength as a little body will muster. He’d been dreaming about Dhaka; a confusing mash up of all five days. From those moments in the dirty hotel room where greedy, hungry hands tore at clothes, to the early morning hours when he’d dropped her off at the extraction point before heading to meet with Ovi’s captors, to when they’d hid out in the sewer and eventually found themselves rescued by Gaspar and brought to his house. The betrayal of one of his oldest friends. Ovi taking the man’s life.

It was all mixed together. His brain unable to make any sense of it. And he’d just been about to set foot on that bridge when he’d been startled out of his sleep. It was a relief; he hasn’t had a dream about Dhaka in nearly four years and it isn’t exactly a time in his life that he wants to visit. But the anxiety and nerves he’d felt even in the dream had been vivid; his heart hammers in his chest and sweat gathers at his temples and across his brow. He almost snaps; stuck in that hazy space between sleep and consciousness. When your body isn’t fully awake, but your nerves are firing on all cylinders. It is fight of flight at that point, and his system chooses fight; ready to reach out and grab hold of what his brain is telling him is a threat when that little voice manages to break through.

“Daddy…” a pitiful pleading, accompanied by more shaking. “Daddy…wake up…please wake up…”

His daughter stands at the side of the bed. Even in the moonlight he can see the tears that stream down her face. The way she struggles to draw in a breath.

“Millie…” he pushes himself up onto his elbow and reaches up to push her hair away from her face. “…what’s going on? What’s wrong?”

“I had a bad dream. I was really scared. I made a mess. In my bed.”

She’d gone through a stage of horrible nightmares the first time he’d returned home from the job with a broken wrist, split lip, and busted nose. The bruises and the injuries had terrified her and had set off months of trauma and sleepless nights for everyone. And he’d spent weeks either curled up beside her in that tiny single bed or sleeping on the floor right next to it.

“It’s okay,” he swings his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and checking the time on his cell phone that sits charging on the nightstand. 2:33 am. He’s groggy; a side effect of the pain medication that he’d taken only two hours before. It had been the first sleep disturbance of the night; the deep-rooted pain that starts in his shoulder and just seems to spread from head to toe. “Let’s go,” he stands, thankfully that he’d had the right mind to actually put on a pair of shorts before going back to bed. “I’ll get you cleaned up.”

Sniffling noisily, she curls her entire hand around two of his fingers as they head out of the room.

He gives her a quick bath, a fresh change of pyjamas and then takes her downstairs with him to throw the dirty laundry in the wash. Not asking any questions; knowing from experience that when she’s ready to tell him about the dream, she will. Instead he makes her a bowl of oatmeal- her favourite comfort food- and they sit in the dark living room with the tv on but the volume on mute. And when she’s placated and calm once again, she tucks herself under his arm and cuddles into him; head against his ribs, a hand resting on his stomach. And he’s contemplating whether to pick her up and carry her upstairs or if they should just stay where they are when she finally speaks.

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

“For what?”

“For making a mess in my bed.”

“It’s okay,” he assures her, and drops a kiss on the top of her head. “We got it all cleaned up. No worries. Things happen.”

“It was a scary dream,” she sounds as if she may cry again, and he tightens his hold on her. “Really, really, really scary.”

“What was it about? Do you remember?”

“It was about you. You went away. Only this time you didn’t come back,” the tears start again, her entire body shaking with the force of them. And he picks her up and settles her against his chest; her stomach pressed against him, her head on his shoulder, both of her arms circling his neck.

“It’s okay,” he nuzzles her forehead with his nose, rubs her back in slow, smooth circles. “It was just a dream. Just a bad dream.”

“The bad guys got to you and they hurt you and you never came home,” she continues through her sobs. “And mommy was crying really bad. She was so sad because she missed you so much. And I cried too. I cried a lot.”

“Shhh,” he strokes her hair. “It’s okay. Try to calm down, okay? It was just a bad dream. I’m right here. I’m right here and I’m fine.”

“What if the bad guys come after you? What if they come here to find you?”

“Millie, what bad guys? What are you talking about? What…?”

“I know what your job is, daddy. I know that you go and help people. That you get them away from bad guys.”

He frowns. “Who told you that? Was it mommy?”

“No,” she sniffles. “It was Ovi. I asked him what your job was, and he says that you rescue people. From bad guys.”

Tyler sighs heavily. And makes a mental note to kick the kid’s ass.

“What if they come here? I don’t want the bad guys coming here.”

“They won’t,” he promises. “The bad guys don’t know where I am. I always make sure of that. I always make sure they have no idea who I am or where I live. So they can’t find me. So they can’t find you and your brothers and your mommy. No one is going to come here.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. And when have I ever broken a promise to you?”

“Never.”

“Everything’s fine. There are no bad guys coming to find me. You guys are safe, okay? There’s nothing to worry about. Are you ready to go back upstairs?”

“Can I sleep with you and mommy? In the big bed?”

“Are you going to snore and hog all the covers?”

“No,” she giggles, and tightens her hold around his neck as he stands up, an arm across the small of her back to keep her in place. “You’re strong, daddy,” she says, as he climbs the stairs, floorboards creaking noisily on under his feet. “You’ve got big muscles.”

“It’s why your mom married me. The big muscles. And because I’m tall and I can reach the things on the high shelves.”

“I’m going to get married one day. And have twelve kids.”

He scowls. “I think I just aged fifteen years hearing you say that.”

Mac lifts his head as they step into the room. Ears back, eyes wide. Tail wagging when he sees his favourite little human.

“Cuddle up to mommy,” Tyler says, as he places his daughter in the bed. “Don’t wake her up. Just cuddle up to her.”

Millie does as she’s told, pushing herself across the bed and burying her face into her mother’s back.

He climbs in next to her, covering them both with the thick duvet and lying down on his side; arm stretched across both of them, his hand resting on his wife’s hip.

She stirs. Her voice barely above a whisper. “Tyler? Is everything okay? What…?”

“Millie had a bad dream,” he explains. “She’s here with us.”

“A bad dream? What? She hasn’t had one of those in forever.”

“Go back to sleep. She’s fine. It just scared the hell out of her. Try to go back to sleep,” he settles his cheek against his pillow and rubs her hip in slow, smooth circles. Until her breathing settles and evens out and he’s pretty sure she’s nodded off again.

And no matter how hard he tries, he can’t follow suit. Awake and on alert until the sun begins poking over the horizon.

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Peace Like A River Part 8

A Gwilym Lee x Reader Story

Summary: Reader is a stand up comic with a pretty dark past. She has a three new lights in her life: her daughter, Violet; her anonymous correspondent, Dear Friend; and Gwilym Lee.

Word Count: 3.7K

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A/N: oof y’all this is a big one

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII

Part 8 here we go!!!

“I want to meet my daughter.”

“No,” you said instinctively.

“Don’t be so quick to decide,” Henry said. “After all-”

“No,” you repeated, firmer this time.

He sighed, but you detected sarcasm behind it. “Alright then. Guess I’ll just have one with Stacy.”

“Stacy doesn’t want kids,” you said.

“Ha!” he shot back. “You said the same thing, I still put one in you.”

You bit your lip and squeezed Gwilym’s hand. He looked at the phone as if it were gum he’d scraped off his shoes.

“That’s not fair,” you said.

“The world ain’t fair, Y/N,” he said with so much condescension you thought your head might explode. “But the way I see it, you’ve got two choices: bring the girl to meet me and you can be right there with her or I stay with Stacy and you’ll just have to imagine - or perhaps remember - what will happen to her.”

A tear rolled down your cheek.

“You are such an asshole,” you said shakily. “Why do you even want to meet her? You signed away -”

“I didn’t do that by choice and you know it,” he cut across you. “It was part of our deal. Well, I’m striking a new deal.”

You clapped your hand over your mouth to muffle the sob threatening to escape. You looked at Gwilym and his heart nearly broke at your helplessness. He pressed his lips to the back of your hand.

“When would we even be able to do this?” you returned. “I’m on tour right now.”

Gwilym shot you a horrified look that you were actually considering this.

“I know your last show is back in New York,” he said. “That’s when I want to meet her.”

“I need to think about this,” you said.

“You’ve got twenty-four hours,” he said. “Or I’m asking Stacy to marry me.”

“Are fucking kidding me?!” you cried. “You’d stoop that low just to spite me?!”

“You’re damn right I would!” he yelled back. “You think you’re so high and mighty now that you’re famous, but don’t you ever forget who you really are - just another bitc-”

You hung up on him once again. You looked over at Gwilym as your mouth began to tremble with the emotions flooding to the surface.

“What am I going to do?” you whimpered.

“Say no,” he said. “You can’t let him use Stacy against you.”

“Don’t you see?” you said. “He’s made whatever happens to Stacy my fault. Because I could have done something. He’s put this on me!”

“What he does to Stacy is his fault - his choice,” he argued. “It’s nobody else’s.”

“I can’t let him do what he did to me to someone else,” you said. “I can’t.”

“You can’t protect everyone, Y/N,” he reminded you.

“You’re right,” you said quietly as more tears spilled out. “Turns out, I can’t even protect my own daughter.”

“Yes, you can,” he protested. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Yes, I do,” you returned.

“Y/N…”

“I know,” you said. “But it’s just one time and then we never have to see him again.”

Gwilym scooted closer to you and took your face in his hands.

“Y/N, please,” he said. “Please don’t do this.”

“He’s given me no other choice,” you said, pulling away from him. “And I’ll be right there with her. I’ll meet him in public, so he can’t start anything, and -”

“Hold on, are you saying you’re going alone?” he wondered.

“Well, yeah,” you said, blinking at him.

“Oh, no you’re not,” he said. “When’s your last day of tour?”

You told him.

“I’ll be in New York with the boys then,” he said. “I’m going with you.”

“No!” you cried, eyes going wide and grabbing his hands again. “No, I don’t want him to hurt you!”

He smiled at you. “He won’t, love. And I’ll think he’ll be even less inclined to try something with you if you have a man with you.”

You considered this. You really hated to bring anyone around Henry, much less the two most precious people in your life. Fear clawed at your heart. Henry almost always carried his gun and a knife on him. If anything happened, you could lose everything.

“I’ll negotiate some terms for this meeting,” you said. “Are you sure about this?”

“I cannot let you go alone,” he assured you. “I will not.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

You leaned towards him and rested your forehead against his. You held your face between his hands, wiping some fresh tears away with his thumb. You wondered how things had gotten so heavy. It was not quite so much of a burden with Gwilym to help.

A gasp left your mouth when you opened your eyes and saw the time on his watch.

“Gwilym, you’ve got to go,” you said. “Your interview.”

He glanced at the time and saw it too. “Damn. I’ll come straight back, after.”

“Don’t worry about that, I have a show tonight,” you said. “Spend some time with the guys. I can handle this.”

“Alright, love,” he agreed, kissing your forehead. “I’ll see you later.”

“See you later,” you returned.

He finally parted from you, leaving your skin itching for his return. He said a quick goodbye to Violet as well and then was gone. When the door closed behind him, you reached into the desk drawer to read his latest letter.

It was much the same as the others. A brief update on his emotional well-being, something about another book he’d read. He also mentioned you and something you’d said that stuck with him. He told Dear Friend how much she would like you. You chuckled to yourself. When you reached the end of the letter, it hit you. This was the first one since the first admission of love that he had not written “I love you.” Your brow furrowed. Had his feelings actually changed?

You began to write a response, but you were having a difficult time. So much was on your mind now. Henry, Stacy, Gwilym, Violet. The huge web all of you were caught up in. For the first time, you didn’t feel like writing. With a sigh, you abandoned the letter for now and checked your emails. Your manager told you that he’d paid Stacy her final paycheck and they were looking for a new assistant, but since you only had two weeks left of tour, they would probably start when you returned to LA. It was a bit of a nuisance to be on your own, but you could manage.

That night, you let everything go as you got on the stage. It was a welcome relief to disappear behind your jokes once more and engage with a crowd for a while. You didn’t have to think much about Henry or Gwilym or anyone. It was just you and your audience. You could just have fun and laugh. It was nice.

After the show, you called Henry back. You were nervous but he picked up quickly and you told him you would meet him when you were back in New York.

“Some ground rules,” you said.

“I’m listening,” he replied.

“No weapons,” you told him. “Not your gun, not your knife, nothing that could hurt me or Violet.”

“So her name is Violet?” he asked.

“You didn’t know?”

“You never told me a goddamn thing about her, how was I supposed to know?”

“Whatever, do I have your word that you won’t bring any of your usual shit?” you pressed.

“Fine,” he agreed. “Anything else?”

“This is a one time meeting,” you said firmly. “I am under no obligation to foster a relationship between you and her. If she wants to meet you again she may do so when she is eighteen.”

He sighed. “I’m her father.”

“Speaking of which, you aren’t allowed to tell her who you are,” you snapped. “She doesn’t have a father.”

“Are you serious?!”

“As a heart attack,” you said. “These are my terms.”

“Okay,” he said, but he sounded hesitant. “I won’t tell her.”

“And you will not trick me into this again,” you said. “Your next attempt to contact me will be ignored. My management team will know your name and will screen anything from you or anyone associated with you, including the whole fucking NYPD. Do you understand?”

“You’re getting ridiculous,” he said.

“Do you understand?”

“I understand,” he said irritably. “Fine.”

“Good,” you said. “I’ll text you when and where we can meet close to the date.”

“Whatever,” he said, and hung up.

You heaved a sigh. “This is gonna be a long two weeks.”

You could not have been more wrong. The next two weeks flew by. Normally, you were pretty pumped about the end of a tour, but you were dreading this one. The meeting with Henry loomed ahead like a cave with a wide mouth, but complete darkness inside.

What made it worse was that you wouldn’t see Gwilym until New York either. You did eventually write back to his letter, but it felt shallow and empty. Completely devoid of any real meaning. But you wanted to send it as quickly as possible. Perhaps the reason he’d stopped saying “I love you” was because he felt the distance, even in the letters. Or perhaps he’d put the distance there himself as he got closer to you outside of them.

It was just after Thanksgiving and you were back in New York. The air was chilly with the threat of winter, but everything looked warm and festive. It was a relief that this would be over soon and you could move on with your holidays, just you and Violet. The draw back was that Gwilym was going back home, and you’d be further from him than you had been since before you reconnected. It broke your heart to think of it.

Gwilym arrived to pick you and Violet up from your room. You were staying in the same hotel this time, but you could hardly be excited about it. Your stomach twisted up in knots as the hour grew closer to confronting your ex-husband. You subconsciously grabbed the scar on your side from your last encounter with him. It felt like that wound was opening again.

“You alright?” Gwilym asked.

“No, honestly,” you replied. “I hate this.”

“I know, love,” he said, pressing a kiss you the top of your head. “It won’t be long. You can do it.”

“Don’t let go of me,” you said, like a little girl asking her dad not to let go of her bike when she’s learning to ride. Only, a lot worse than scrapes and bruises were at risk.

“Mommy, why are we meeting this man?” Violet asked.

“I used to know him,” you explained. “And it’s important that I talk to him.”

“But you don’t like him?” she wondered.

You shook your head. “No, I don’t.”

“I don’t wanna go,” she whined. “I don’t wanna!”

You wished it was that simple. That you could stamp your foot and say no and get your way. But you couldn’t. Not with his threat against someone you knew. You regretted not talking to Stacy more, but you weren’t sure you could have convinced her to leave him. But if you only opened up to people, then they would know. Guilt washed over you. Had you doomed her by keeping your guard up? You couldn’t think about that now.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you said to her. “But we only have to go once.”

You walked to the park where you were meeting Henry. The beauty of the city in this season was lost on you as your nerves made every shaky step harder and harder to take. If Gwilym and Violet were not holding your hands you were sure you would have collapsed already.

You came around the corner to the park and you spotted him. He was not very tall, but he was bulky. He’d gained some weight since you last saw him, but you were sure he had not lost any of his old strength. He stood up from the bench he was on when he saw you coming. Every cell on your body was screaming at you to run. To get as far away from him as possible. You stopped walking to take a breath.

“Nearly there, Y/N,” Gwilym said gently.

You nodded, inhaling deeply again and started forward. Henry was only feet away from you now. The places on your body where he’d done the most damage were lighting up with the memory of his strikes. Your left eye throbbed. The burn on your collarbone grew hot. The cut on your side stung.

“Y/N,” Henry said.

“Henry,” you returned with a stiff nod.

Violet stood in front of you, but she backed up into your legs, looking warily up at Henry. He looked at Gwilym.

“Who’s this?” he wondered.

“Gwilym Lee,” Gwilym answered.

“What are you, her boyfriend?” Henry asked.

“That’s not your business,” you interjected. “You’re here to talk to Violet.”

“Right,” he said, clearing his throat. He went to kneel down to greet her but you stopped him.

“Hold it,” you said. “Show me your waistband.”

“Come on, I left my gun in the car,” he told you. “My knife too.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” you said. “Show me.”

He groaned, rolled his eyes, and then lifted his sweater and undershirt. You found no holster or knife clip.

“Go ahead,” you said.

He knelt in front of her. “Hi, Violet. My name’s Henry.” He held his hand out to her. “It’s nice to meet you.”

She narrowed her eyes at him and then looked up at you. “The bad man?”

Before you could answer, Henry sprang to his full height. You flinched.

“The bad man?” he repeated, practically spitting at you.

Gwilym wrapped his arm protectively around your shoulders, but you didn’t relax. Violet whimpered beside you and wrapped her arms around your leg.

“That slipped out,” you said. The familiar need to protect Henry’s feelings and appease him arose in you. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you oughta be,” he said. “You’re already setting her up not to like me.”

“Why should she?” you blurted out.

“Hey, watch it with the fuckin’ attitude,” he warned, stepping toward you.

“Is that a threat?” Gwilym challenged, moving to stand between you and Henry.

“Mommy,” Violet said, tugging on your jacket and cutting the quickly growing tension. “I gotta go potty.”

“Okay, sweetie,” you said, taking her hand. “Let’s go find the restroom.”

“There’s a building just down the path,” Henry said, his shoulders relaxing.

“Okay,” you returned. “We’ll be right back.”

Gwilym watched you disappear with Violet into the building Henry referred to. He felt tense now standing beside your ex-husband, who had caused you so much pain. He didn’t even know half of it, he was sure. Anger was boiling up inside of him, but he wanted to keep a cool head for your sake. You were anxious enough already.

“So, how do you know Y/N?” Henry asked.

Gwilym blinked at him.

“We used to work together,” he answered shortly.

“So you’re just friends?”

“Sure.”

“And Violet, she likes you?”

“I would think so considering how often she hugs me.”

Henry sighed and toed the ground with his boot, stirring up some dust. “Ah, fuck.”

“What?” wondered Gwilym.

“It’s just shitty how it all worked out,” he said. “I hate this.”

Gwilym was shocked. Had Henry changed?

“If she hadn’t left, we could have been happy,” Henry said.

Gwilym couldn’t hold back any more. “Are you joking? If you hadn’t treated her like a punching bag, maybe she wouldn’t have left!”

“Hey, what the hell do you know?” Henry shot back.

“Did it make you feel better?” Gwilym cried. “Burning her, slapping her around? Did it make you feel like a man? To force yourself on someone smaller than you and helpless?”

“She earned everything she got!” Henry shouted. “A good woman doesn’t talk shit to her husband!”

“Tell me, what exactly were you doing to be a husband worthy of her respect?”

Henry flared up and glowered at Gwilym. His hands balled into fists, which did not go unnoticed by the latter.

“Going to hit me?” Gwilym challenged. “Or do you exclusively beat on people who can’t fight back?”

“Hey, FUCK YOU!” Henry bellowed.

Gwilym laughed in his face. “Raise your voice all you want, Henry. You’re a tiny, pathetic little man, and you don’t scare me.”

Henry swung at Gwilym who only leaned back to avoid the impact. But the former had put all his weight behind the punch, so missing threw him off balance, and he stumbled. Gwilym took this opportunity to shove Henry several feet back. He caught himself and re-centered, preparing to lunge at Gwilym again.

You were drying Violet’s hands when you heard Henry curse loudly, and assumed it was directed at Gwilym. A nervous twinge went through you and you gulped. You wondered what had been said and if it was still escalating.

“Come on, sweetie,” you said, taking Violet’s hand. “Hurry.”

You walked quickly outside, and you saw Henry throw a punch but miss. Then you saw him prepare to strike a second time. You took off running, hurtling toward Gwilym. Violet gave a surprised cry and followed close behind, sprinting beside you at a rate that was impressive, though you couldn’t even process it. You had missile lock on Gwilym as Henry raised his hand.

“Don’t you TOUCH HIM!” you screamed, casting yourself between the men.

You faced Henry, arms spread in front of Gwilym. You glared fiercely at your ex-husband, surprised at his newfound hesitation. Violet caught up and hid herself behind Gwilym. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath.

Gwilym blinked, shocked at your sudden appearance and your ferocious defense of him. Your need to protect others from Henry’s cruelty became even clearer to him now. Even though you were smaller, weaker, and more afraid, you stood there in front of him, shielding him and your daughter. His admiration for you grew about tenfold. As did his love.

You waited for Henry to strike. You could not allow him to get to Gwilym and Violet. Your whole heart stood behind you, and you would shield it with your life if you had to. Henry stepped closer, and you brought your hands forward and rammed both fists into his chest. He was so thrown off by it, he fell onto his back.

“This was a mistake,” you said to Gwilym, but without facing him. You knew better than to turn your back on Henry. “Let’s go.”

Henry rolled onto his side and then scrambled to his feet.

“Hold on, I’m not finished,” he said.

“I am,” you retorted. “Deal’s off. Fuck you.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but Violet again interrupted.

“Daddy, hold me!” she whined.

You and Henry both whipped around - you terrified, and he hopeful. But then you saw it. She was reaching up for Gwilym, ignoring Henry entirely. She had tears streaming down her cheeks and she was shaking. Your heart ached for her. You knew she must so scared and confused. Gwilym stooped down and lifted her into his arms. She buried her face in his shoulder and let out a sob.

“It’s alright, love,” he said, rubbing her back. “I’ve got you.”

You turned to Henry. “We’re leaving. Contact me again, and I’ll file harassment charges.”

“This is bullshit,” he said.

“Get bent,” you returned.

Gwilym approached. He had Violet on his hip, so he wrapped his free arm around your waist. You turned, feeling more secure now, and the three of you walked way.

“Y/N!” Henry called.

You ignored him.

“Y/N!”

You flipped him off as you walked.

As you headed back to the hotel, Violet relaxed. She was not asking questions, just holding Gwilym around his neck and relying on him for comfort. You took her hand.

“I love you,” you told her. “I’ll never put you through that again. I’m sorry, Violet.”

“I love you too, Mommy,” she returned. “I’m okay. You’re okay. That’s what matters.”

You smiled at her. Then she closed her eyes and rested on Gwilym. He looked over at you and smirked.

“You were really amazing back there,” he told you. “I’m so, so proud of you.”

Your heart swelled at his praise. “Thanks!”

When you got back to the hotel, Joe, Ben, and Rami were all there in the lobby, clearly fretting over Gwilym’s return. When they saw him in one piece, they all sighed with relief.

“How’d it go?” Joe wondered.

“Fine,” Gwilym assured him. “Y/N set him straight.”

“Good for you,” Rami said, clapping you on the shoulder as you grinned.

“Hey, would you guys mind taking Violet for a little while?” Gwilym asked.

You shot him a quizzical look.

“I just want to talk to you,” he said. “Privately. Is that alright?”

“Yeah,” you said with a shrug. “Do you guys mind?”

“Not at all,” Ben answered.

“What d’you say, Vi?” Gwilym asked her. “Wanna spend some time with your uncles?”

She looked at the three of them, a slow smile spreading across her lips. Joe made a goofy face and did a raspberry at her and she giggled.

“Yeah!” she agreed.

“Good girl!” Gwilym said, handing her off to Joe.

You waved to her as Gwilym led you to the elevator.

“Wait, are we going to your room?” you wondered.

He nodded. “Yeah. It’s important.”

Confusion and a jolt of worry went through you. You feared - irrationally - that he was going to tell you this was all too much for him and end your friendship. It had to be about what happened with Henry. Was he going to scold you for trying to protect him? You really had no idea what else it could be.

When you made it to his room, utterly lost at the purpose of all this, he quickly opened the door and almost pushed you inside. Where had this sudden intensity come from?

The door clicked shut and you looked at him, distressed.

“Gwil, what’s going -”

He cut you off with a kiss. His lips were hot, needy, and desperate against yours. His mouth swallowed your yelp of surprise. You could fight it no longer. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as you melted into him.

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saedii-gilwraeth-simp · 4 years

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I Knew I Loved You ~ Chapter 7

Yay, new chapter! Life update: iso is getting me down and sucking any and all motivation and inspiration from my soul so if my Jules x Emilia fic isn’t ready for ages, I apologise.

Chapter 7: Billy

~Glasgow, Scotland~

Three weeks later, Billy is woken by the loud trilling of a phone call an hour before his alarm was set to go off. He didn’t even bother looking at the contact, assuming it was Arsinoe calling from one of her morning runs. She was the only person he could think of who would disregard his sleep schedule.

“Hello?” He says groggily.

“CHRISTINE PROPOSED!” His sisters loud voice yells down the line, successfully waking him up.

“Go again?” He said, sitting up and rubbing his face.

“Christine proposed. I’m getting married Billy,” and then she squeals so loud Billy has to move the phone away from his ear but he can’t help but laugh before bringing the phone back to his chin so he could get out of bed.

“When did she propose?”

“Last night in the park and she had rose petals and lights and a sting quartet and Billy I died, you know, died,” she speaks quick and excited and Billy can’t help but smile at his sisters ramblings as he tugs a shirt on and walks downstairs to make breakfast.

“What date should I put on the calendar?”

“We haven’t decided but Billy,” her voice got serious when she said his name, “could you walk me down the aisle? I really want you there and I know dad won’t show up nor do I want him to and-“ Billy chuckled before responding gently.

“Jane, of course I’ll walk you down the aisle. You never have to ask,” she let out an audible sigh.

“Thanks Billy. I have to go but I just wanted to let you know. Oh, and Arsinoe’s welcome, Chris and I agree that she’s awesome,” the line went dead and Billy smiled. It was a good way to start his day, smiling. He was glad to hear that Jane was so happy and he carried that energy all the way through his morning until he got to his office and Christine told him a call had come in from a past client and he picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hello, William,” Billy scowled.

“Father. I see you couldn’t get my personal number from Arron so you wrangled my work one. What do you want?” He said tersely.

“I want to be back in your life. You and Jane both have soulmates and I want to meet them,” his father sounded oddly cheerful and Billy’s scowl deepened.

“Not gonna happen and if you go near myself or Jane, I’ll put restraining orders on you so fast you won’t even know what’s happened. The same if you call me again. Goodbye, father,” and then he hung up way too harshly. He took a deep breath in and held it before turning towards where his phone had just dinged. A photo text from Arsinoe.

The photo was of a painting he vaguely recognised from somewhere, but he couldn’t figure out where until she sent a caption.

I finished it said the text and it dawned on him. The painting was hers, a work in progress he had seen in her art room the last time he had been at her place. He had been happy to just sit and watch her paint. Christine had teased him the next morning for how chaste they were, commenting on the fact the two hadn’t gone any further than making out and sleeping in her bed - just sleeping.

But this painting had confused him when she had told him the subject. He now understood it perfectly. An impressionist style blue hallway, too clean to be anything but from a hospital. In the hallway, there were two blurs. One gold, the other red and finally, one black dot in the centre, the only clearly defined part of the painting. It was a beautiful piece and he said so back.

She sent him a smily emoji and then ‘have fun at work’ He couldn’t help but smile. How was it that she could turn his mood around so quickly.

~Six weeks~

The engagement party was in full spin by the time Billy and Arsinoe had arrived. Christine was fielding questions from people who looked like relatives and Jane was talking with some of Christine’s friends from work. But when she saw him, she excused herself from the group and skipped over to him, letting him pick her up in a hug.

“How you doin’, trouble?” Jane laughed as he let her go, moving to wrap Arsinoe in quick hug.

“You spoke to me yesterday, idiot,” he dodged as she punched his shoulder. Jane turned to Arsinoe next, “you should come meet some of our more liberal relatives. They’re eager to meet you,” and then she was pulling Arsinoe towards the centre of the gazebo they were in. Billy laughed and instead chose to greet Christine with a hug.

“Hey, future brother-in-law,” she said with a smile brighter than the sun.

“Hey, future sister-in-law. You excited to have this party over with and spend the next few months planning?” She pokes her tongue out.

“If you and Arsinoe ever get hitched, I’m gonna pull the same jokes.”

“We’ve only been together a couple of months.”

“Yeah and you have done nothing of actual note,” Christine wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and Billy narrowed his eyes.

“Give up on that. It’ll happen when it happens,” Christine laughs.

“You are such the opposite of the guy I dated before I realised I was gay,” Billy hugged her to his side, talking amiably with her until Jane and Arsinoe approached. Billy’s shoulders clenched when he saw the frightened look on Jane’s face and a worried one on Arsinoe’s. Jane didn’t speak for so long that Arsinoe had to clarify the problem.

“Your father’s here,” Billy saw red as Arsinoe pointed across the crowd. Christine held Jane’s hand and Billy walked towards the monster that was his father. He could feel Arsinoe at his shoulder as they pushed through the crowd.

“William. There’s my son.” Billy was a patient person, a diplomat at heart but when someone threatened his sister, he got angry. And so when his father went to hug him, Billy punched him in the mouth.

“I told you to stay away from Jane, you piece of shit,” William Sr.’s face scrunched up in a way Billy knew meant he was about to be hit. His father lunged at him and Billy held an arm out to deflect the hit only for it to never come.

Because his father was being held down, one knee on the floor, by Arsinoe. Everything went silent and everyone just watched to see what would happen next. All Arsinoe did was lean down and whisper something that made William go completely pale. Arsinoe released his arm and he stood and fled, tail between his legs. Arsinoe stepped back to Billy and took his throbbing hand between her own scarred ones.

“Let’s get you some ice,” she led him out of the gazebo, catching a quick hug from both Jane and Christine.

“What’d you say to my father back then?” He asked, wincing slightly as the ice touched his knuckles. Arsinoe smiled gently.

“I told him I knew how to pull his spine out through his mouth and that if he came near you, Jane or Christine again that I wouldn’t hesitate to do so,” Billy looked at her, obviously so shocked that it made her laugh. “I’m kidding. I told him that I was a combat trained soldier who would show him just what it takes to survive in a war-zone if he hurt you or Jane again. I let his imagination do the rest. Imaginations are always worse,” Billy chest constricted at her words and he leaned forward and kissed her, pouring all of the love he felt for her into it. She kissed him back, one of her hands resting on the nape of his neck.

When he finished kissing her, he didn’t move all too far, instead pressing his forehead against her own.

“Would you like to stay the night at my place?” Arsinoe smiled, pressed her lips together in a line and then kissed him again.

“I would really like that. But first we should probably get back to the party,” she kisses him again before standing and, taking his unbruised hand, led him back to the party.

She was kissing his neck when he woke up the next morning. The night had been long and sweet and passionate and she had stayed the night, tangled together with him, her bare chest pressed against his ribs.

“What’cha doing?” Billy asked, groggy and only three quarters awake.

“Repaying you for all of the hickeys you put on my neck last night,” her voice was raw and gentle and she kissed him when he turned on his side.

“You know, I still don’t know the story behind all of your tattoos,” his fingers traced the Capricorn symbol on her left hip. “The rule was if I could see it, I could ask. Well, I’m seeing all of it so…” he said and watched as she took his hand.

“My sisters names so I could have them close to me, my rising sun to commemorate my time in the army, the J infinity because Jules and I were drunk and wanted to celebrate 17 years of friendship, the zodiac symbols represent my birthday, being right on the edge of both, and the paw is Braddock. And that’s it until I get another one. Maybe one for you. Haven’t decided yet,” she shrugged.

“Don’t they hurt?” She shrugged again.

“Not anymore than getting these scars did,” that was evidently true. Arsinoe’s face was not the only part of her with scars. Her right shoulder had a large burn spanning to her shoulder blade and she had a bullet shaped scar just to the left of her upper back. He traced her shoulder and kissed it. “Did you ever consider getting a tattoo?”

“Once. The first time I went with Jane to pride, I sat with her to get her tattoo and I considered getting something,” he said it casually, with very little for her to question. But of course, she did.

“Where, what and why?”

“I wanted a shield and sword just here,” he moved her hand to trace his ribs, just under where her names were. “I wanted it because Jane said that I really lived up to my name and when I looked it up the shield and sword felt right.”

“What does William mean?” She asked, her hand not moving even as he let it go.

“It means protector,” she smiles and leans forward to kiss him before rolling out of bed and pulling her underwear on, throwing one of his t-shirts over her head to wear.

“Let’s go then,” he furrowed his eyebrows and sat up.

“Go where?”

“To get your tattoo. You have so many of mine and if you would let me, I would like to have one of yours,” she goes to his drawers and rifles through, pulling two pairs of shorts out. She threw the blue ones at him and pulled the black ones up her own legs, tying them high up on her waist. She pulled a hair tie off her wrist and tied the hem of his shirt in a knot at rib level. “Come on, let’s go,” she admonishes, tilting her head at him and smiling. Feeling almost giddy, he smiled back and slid out of bed.

#three dark crowns #one dark throne #two dark reigns #five dark fates #kendare blake #queen arsinoe #billy chatworth #billy x arsinoe #jane chatworth #christine hollen #ikily

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dancingsparks · 4 years

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Make It Better

Thank you at the amazing @fictional for beta reading this as well as your comments and title ideas! 💙

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Draco has the hiccups. Harry has the time of his life.

“Would you stop—” hiccup, “laughing? I swear to Merlin, Potter, I will—” Hiccup, again, and Harry is still laughing, immune to Draco’s glare. He gives up on talking, it’s not worth the effort since it’s clearly not working. While he usually thoroughly enjoys making Harry laugh, it’s a different matter entirely if it’s at his expense. Draco glares harder.

“You look adorable though, like a disgruntled kitten.” Harry looks far too pleased with himself at the comparison. Draco throws a pillow at him. He catches it easily, but he has enough grace to tone his laughter down to a wicked smirk.

“I might have some ideas, if you want this to end.” Draco wants that, desperately, and is about to say so when another hiccup reminds him to keep his mouth shut. Instead he settles on nodding, trying to make it look like he is the one doing Harry a favour in entertaining his ideas, but it’s probably too enthusiastic to be convincing. It doesn’t matter in the end; Harry knows him far too well to fall for even his most credible mask. It’s one of the things Draco loves about him, even if it does have its disadvantages.

Mercifully, Harry doesn’t tease him about his eagerness, although the still prominent smirk starts to worry Draco. It could mean great things, but if the smirk is aimed at him, like he is prey and Harry’s ready to pounce, it mostly means that Draco is going to seriously question why he hasn’t broken up with the git yet.

“A sure-fire way to cure you of this, or anything really, is to hold your breath for ten minutes.” Harry grins at him, waiting for Draco to get it. This is not what he expected at all, did he — ten minutes, of course. Hilarious.

Harry laughs again, enjoying his own joke more than Draco did and this time anticipating the pillow and ducking away. He delights in Draco’s suffering far more than would be decent. Draco tries to tell himself that his joy is not infectious, absolutely not. It doesn’t stop his own smile growing.

Until the next hiccup, that is, when Draco is rudely reminded that this is not fun and robbing all his amusement.

“Alright yes, in all seriousness though.” Draco doesn’t buy Harry’s sober face for a second. “Holding your breath is supposed to work.”

Yeah, right. As if Draco would actually — another hiccup.

This is becoming more and more irritating, testing Draco’s nerves. Draco has never been the most patient person; he was ready for this to end five minutes ago.

“No come on, we can do it together if you want.” Harry takes an exaggerated gulp of air, cheeks full and making him look like a greedy hamster. It’s stupid and adorable and Draco doesn’t mind playing along. But he refuses to puff up like this, he will do this with dignity or not at all.

It turns out rather more boring than Draco thought it would be, sitting here with nothing to do but keeping some air in his lungs.

Harry still looks ridiculously charming, staring right back at him.

Draco really should be over this by now, but every once in a while he is stunned by how beautiful Harry is. There are his eyes of course, that thrilling green sending chills down his spine; his messy hair that is exactly as soft as it looks, and Draco could spend hours braiding. His lips permanently chapped because Harry can’t stop biting them; the scar on his forehead from when they got incredibly drunk and thought fiddling with hair straighteners would be a brilliant idea — Draco is ripped out of his reverie by another hiccup, shooting through him and breaking his focus.

“Well that clearly didn’t work.” Such a shame, Draco would have been perfectly fine with that darn pest quietly disappearing.

“Don’t pout, we can try again, and you can gaze at me some more.” Smug prick, as if Draco had been the only one somewhat caught up.

“It clearly didn’t help, so unless you want a chance to stare at me some more, I don’t see why I should have to do this again.” That was either the best or the worst thing to say, because Harry lights up at it, grinning at him full of promise.

“You know I always love staring at you.” They have been dating for five years now, and Draco is still getting flustered when Harry flirts with him. It’s supremely unfair, considering Harry never blushes in public just because Draco kissed him on the cheek.

“Oh! Do you know what I would love to watch you do?” He is back to smirking, that smirk that means that he intends on making Draco blush and stutter and lose all composure. Harry has a delightfully filthy mouth and a vivid imagination — Draco is pretty sure he knows where this is going. “Pull on your tongue.”

Draco was wrong. He had no idea where this was going. Still doesn’t really. “Excuse me?” (Draco hopes that hiccup sounded indignant and didn’t ruin the effect.)

“I thought you wanted to get rid of them,” Harry gestures vaguely at him, mildly insulting actually though he clearly means the hiccups. “This is how you do it.”

“That’s what you said about holding my breath, too.” There is no way Draco is going to pull out his tongue, Harry would never let him live it down.

“Yeah but I have more data now. I can judge the situation better.” It sounds almost convincing when Harry says it like that, as if curing hiccups is a science and easily done when enough clues are gathered. More likely he just wants to see Draco make a fool out of himself.

“You will forgive me when I tell you that I highly doubt that.” Harry’s smile falls and he affects a heavy sigh. And people call Draco dramatic!

“Fine, not that one then. What else, let me think … yes! Take a deep breath, close your mouth and nose, and then exhale!” Draco is sure that will look even more ridiculous than the breath-holding-thing Harry suggested.

Maybe, if he approaches this right, Draco won’t be the only gathering blackmail material today.

“Not sure I understand that one, how are you supposed to close your nose — and then exhale?” Keeping the smirk hidden under an innocent expression is something Draco mastered long ago, he only hopes Harry won’t look too closely. He doesn’t, almost bouncing in his excitement that Draco appears to be considering his idea. Good.

“It sounds more complicated than it is, you just have to — I’ll show you, then you’ll get it.” This time Draco allows himself a triumphant smirk, almost not bothered by the hiccup reminding him of why they are doing this.

Just as before, Harry takes a deep breath, cheeks blown wide. Then he pinches his nose, closes his eyes and seems to blow up even more. That is probably the exhaling part of it then. As hoped, this is better than the hamster from before, much more entertaining. The only thing missing is steam shooting out of his ears, otherwise the picture is perfect.

Draco can’t keep his laugh down anymore, bubbling up in him and breaking free as he watches Harry trying harder and harder, forehead wrinkling and hunching in on himself.

The sound startles Harry out of his trance-like state, looking around with wild eyes until they settle on Draco. Harry is flabbergasted for a regrettably short moment, before melting into a fond smile that Draco doesn’t mind either.

“Glad to see you had fun.” Harry’s tone is dry, but it doesn’t conceal his affection.

Draco is about to answer, when he learns that laughter and hiccups don’t mix well, leaving him gasping for air and unable to think of a suitable comeback.

“You deserved that I’d say. Had you just done what I graciously proposed you could be free and, like me, completely unplagued.” Of course Harry would find a way to turn this on Draco, of course.

“Well since I am already plagued, and now know with certainty how stupid it looks,” Harry rolls his eyes at him, “there is no chance to convince me to do this.”

Harry frowns at him, either in thought or in discontent, before his face clears and he jumps up, shouting a be right back over his shoulder and runs out of the room. Another insipid idea, most likely. Draco really hopes this one works. He’s grown tired of these hiccups.

When Harry comes back, holding a glass up triumphantly, Draco feels his hopes sinking. He doesn’t know what mysterious cure-all he expected, but surely one glass of water cannot be of much help.

“You have to drink this, tiny sips and nose pinched. And you better do it too, because I can’t be the only one looking like a moron.” Harry grins at him, that charming grin no one can say not to, and holds the glass out to him. Draco takes it, begrudgingly and sure to let him know that.

Drinking while pinching one’s nose is easier said than done. It’s practically impossible to drink without tilting the head in an extreme manner, because the hand is in the way of lifting the glass high enough. It results in a lot of spluttering and coughing and does absolutely nothing against the hiccups.

It is also vastly entertaining to Harry, convulsed with laughter while Draco tries to reach the water. Draco might have played the struggle up a little, just to see him laugh.

“This isn’t working, Potter.” He didn’t expect it to, not really, and no matter how much he enjoys hearing Harry laugh, he does want to get rid of this.

“Maybe if you would actually give it some time it would. This could take a while, you know.” Harry might have a point there, but Draco doesn’t have the patience to try stupid things for an hour just in case they stop being stupid later on. He also suspects Harry doesn’t want him to keep going because he seriously thinks it will help.

“I’m sure this has nothing to do with your desire to laugh at me some more.”

“Absolutely not!” Harry doesn’t even pretend to believe that, grinning widely and clearly more than fine with laughing at Draco for the entire day. “But you could also try drinking normally, of course, just from the opposite side of the glass.”

Draco doesn’t know why he tried, he doesn’t believe that it will work and he is aware it will look ridiculous, but he tries it anyway. Maybe because it’s Harry suggesting it, maybe because he is that desperate, maybe because he, despite everything, quite enjoys their experiments. Not that any of this matters; none of it is a new discovery and while never said out loud, Harry is well aware of his influence on Draco.

Apparently strong enough to be directly responsible for Draco spilling an entire glass of water on his shirt. There’s a very good reason people don’t usually drink like that, tipping it up under ones chin feels awkward, looks even worse and will only result in the water flowing down the neck at the first hiccup to rattle the fragile construction.

Draco should have expected that. He didn’t. Harry did, though, completely unsympathetic and laughing again.

That’s it, no matter how much Draco loves to make him laugh, there has to be a line somewhere. There are also more dignified ways, he has a weakness for terrible jokes that Draco usually refuses to tell but look rather appealing now.

“Don’t pout, Draco. I’m sorry, alright? I promise I will stop laughing.” Harry does an admirable job of trying to suppress his laughter. He doesn’t succeed, swinging between manic giggles and a somber expression. Draco is not going to forgive him that easily.

“I’m going to get a new shirt and you better think of a way to make this disaster up to me.” Harry sits up straight, laughter replaced by a smirk. Draco freezes.

“I already have an idea for that. There is something else they say cures hiccups.”

As if summoned, Draco hiccups. They both ignore it.

“If you still want to try, that is.” When has Harry gotten this close? He is leaning far into Draco’s space, breathing on his face, staring at his lips. Well, Draco is not going to give up trying now.

He leans forward to meet Harry in a kiss, not even caring if it helps with the hiccups. It probably will. There is little Harry’s kisses can’t fix.

#drarry #established drarry #draco x harry #harry x draco #my writing #fluff #hp fanfic #humour

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descensoparcialdeliris · 4 years

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Alright, here it is @boysrunaway 💞💓. I really hope you like this.

Hold you for a million years.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

I could hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love

Go to the ends of the Earth for you

To make you feel my love.

*****

It was almost midnight and they were holding tightly to each other. Finn had his head on Sam's shoulder and Sam's hands were connecting in Finn's back, hugging him. Their legs were intertwined in the sweetest but clingiest way possible. Inhaling and exhaling at the same rate, with their hearts beating in sync. It was the calm after the storm.

It all felt just right at that moment. Finn really could just be there for as long as he lived and not complain one bit. There, at that moment, where the only thing that mattered was each other's bodies covered in that yellow dim light, where the only thing they could hear was each other's breathing and that show they could not stop watching, where the only thing they could smell was each other's scent and where the only thing they could taste was each other's lips. At that moment, they were just them, every single piece of the world outside was non-existent.

"Jij en ik, 100%, voor altijd" Finn couldn't help but sigh, feeling Sander's words as his, holding even more tightly to Sam. Trying to tell him all that just by touching. Sam returned the hug, leaving also a sweet kiss on Finn's forehead. Finn would sometimes get so lost in his thoughts, thinking everything that happened was too good to be true and his way of getting back to reality was by touching, giving and receiving. Sam knew that, he had learned to read Finn's expressions and learned how to make him feel more at ease. "In elk universum" They both smiled at the tv screen. That sentence had a lot of power to them, relating so much to it.

It was always like this when one of them felt a little down. It had become now their thing, they would cuddle and watch that show every time any of them felt even just a little tired. No words needed, just the touch. This clip in specific was their cure, they would always fully release the tension on their bodies after hearing the short dialogue. Sometimes they would watch the rest of the show, other times they'd turn off the tv and fall asleep, or talk for a while. Most of the times, though, Finn would get his sketchbook and roughly sketch whatever he was feeling at the moment, just caring about portraying his emotions, more than how aesthetically pleasing the sketches would look. And Sam would be there, watching him draw, admiring him. Finn just loved to know Sam would be there to kiss every scar.

"You okay?" Sam whispered after he had sat up to turn off the tv, looking at Finn expectedly but with loving eyes, then changing positions and trying to find one comfortable enough for both of them. They had still their legs intertwined, but now they were facing each other, with their chests far apart and with their hands on each other, Finn had his on the side of Sam, while Sam's was going up and down the soft skin of Finn's arm, brushing his fingers ever so lightly, tracing now his little clown tattoo on the inside of his forearm.

Finn looked up at him, with his eyes fully open and smiling. "I am now" he replied, giving Sam a peck, getting closer to him and lowering his head a little. Now he had just his lover's locket on sight, he reached out to it, played with it a little, thinking about the story behind it and then opened it up. And there it was, the small version of one of the many paintings he had done for his boyfriend. It was a simple painting: two blue train seats with the sunlight sneaking through the window on the side. Finn had painted it one night, after hanging out, way before they knew they had feelings for each other, when they used to be just best friends. It was not the best day Finn had had and Sam had noticed it, so he put one earphone in Finn's ear and the other one in his, trying to make him feel at least just a little better. They were listening to music, singing, nothing out of the ordinary, but Finn had looked so lovely and baby with the sun shining on his face that Sam couldn't help but snap a picture of it. "Wacht, just keep looking at the sun" he remembered those words so vividly, like it had just been yesterday. And oh, it had been so tempting to him to just keep looking at Sam; so tempting to stay still, wait for Sam to ask him what was wrong and just tell him "I'm looking at the sun, you're my sun". But he didn't do it, so once he got home, he had to paint something not only to treasure that moment forever, but to free himself of what he was feeling.

Finn smiled a little bigger, remembering all those sweet times they had had even before they started dating. "What do you want to do now? Do you want to sleep?" Sam asked softly. Finn closed the locket and left it hanging on Sam's chest and looked up at him again. "I have completely lost any desire of sleeping, to be honest" Finn watched as a small and mysterious grin was growing on Sam's face and he furrowed his eyebrows, knowing he had something on mind but couldn't figure out what it was "Wha-"

"Alright, then, kom!" said Sam and jumped out of the bed, dragging him along.

"Wait, wait" Finn replied while laughing softly, confused by the sudden change of tone the whole situation had had. "What are you planning on doing?" he asked, curious but letting himself be dragged out of the bed, looking so lovely at Sam. God, he was so gone for him, he loved him so much. Sam just gave him one of his sweet smiles, the ones that made Finn's world stop and his stomach do silly things.

Sam positioned his boyfriend just behind the window. "Stay right here, I'll be right back" Finn felt a tender kiss on his shoulder and then the cold of his boyfriend's absence.

From where he was, he could see the moon, study it, feel its light on him like so many times before. He'd sketched to that light way too many times. For so long, the moon had just become his best friend, keeping him company when he couldn't get himself to sleep. When he'd felt so heavy, he'd think the space-time would distort just beneath him, he would feel the moon and the stars closer to him, so close that if he dared, he would be able to touch them. He'd feel so overwhelmed by the intense light he imagined to be striking him; but still wanting to reach out to it; feeling confused as well, how did the universe around him shine so bright when all he got was darkness inside? Thing is, he'd actually shine just as bright, but if he would've been able to see it, his eyes would've burned. Sam, on the other hand, was able if not to see it, to feel it. He knew Finn was worth everything.

And this time, right in front of his window, was different for Finn. He was not alone anymore, he was with the actual love of his life, hearing his movements behind, waiting for whatever he had on mind.

It was just seconds later he started to hear the lyrics of that song they have sung each other many times before.

"I found a love, for me. Darling, just dive right in" Finn turned to face him, Sam was just a meter apart with one hand holding out "follow my lead" without any hesitation, Finn took it, with such a big stupid smile planted on his face and his heart pounding on his chest, following his boyfriend's lead, letting himself be swung by him. "I found a boy, beautiful and sweet".

"Oh, I never knew you were that someone waiting for me" Finn sang this time, his eyes shining so bright, they resembled a baby's eyes, so full of joy and love. Sam would never get tired of that face he gave him. Finn pulled Sam closer, not wanting to waste any other second far from him.

"'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was" they sang together this time, both just so amazingly lost in the song, drunk in the feeling, strayed in each other. Finn put his head in Sam's shoulder, once again and they began to slow dance. Sam's right hand was holding him by the back, while the other one was intertwined with Finn's left hand, their moves becoming more and more smooth with every second.

It felt like a dream, almost, slow dancing, with the moon so visible in the sky, that warm light hugging them, their shirtless bodies so up close and a little cliché song as background. They loved each other with so much intensity you could actually feel it in the air.

They danced to all the songs in the playlist, laughing constantly by the Disney songs that made them reenact the scenes, making silly faces and dance moves.

"Hakuna Matata... What a wonderful phrase!" Sam recited in a high pitched tone, Finn couldn't help but roll his eyes, he was so done with that song. "Come on, you know you love it! It means no worries... For the rest of your days", Sam continued while starting to do so many stupid dances that got Finn laughing out loud, so sure that if his boyfriend kept going he was eventually going to fall. And it happened, Sam stumbled and fell on his knees, but couldn't even begin to care, he continued singing to the song.

Finn, on the other hand, was laughing at him, "You're such an idiot" he said but looking at him so fondly, feeling so amazed by how much he loved him, how much fun it was to be around him, how free he felt at moments like this. Sam looked at him still on his knees, smiling widely. He got up and quickly so closed to Finn "Oh, but I'm your idiot" he lamented jokingly as he pressed a soft kiss on Finn's lips, a short one, though. It was the kind of kiss Finn would never be satisfied with, so he cupped Sam's face, not letting their lips stay apart for more than a second, kissing him deeply but smiling through it. And, oh, every time they kissed felt like the fucking first time, Finn would feel a whole fucking zoo in his stomach; feel his heart pounding on his chest, pull Sam's hair and touch every part of his body. Again, to touch the reality of it all, to touch their love. He'd melt every time they kissed like this, needing Sam to hold him up, although they were both in the same bubble.

The world around them was fading away. Finn's hand in Sam's neck started going down and staying in his chest, right where he could feel his lover's heart beating. Meanwhile, Sam's hands were on Finn's waist, steadying him. It was so magical and powerful, every time they kissed they gave 'love' a whole new concept.

They continued dancing for so long, they lost track of time. Changing between slow and romantic songs to a little more energetic ones. Of course, Bowie had to be in the playlist, and whenever one of his songs started playing they would just do a whole performance of it, closing their eyes and singing loudly, as if they were on a concert with hundreds of fans singing along.

Some of the songs in it were from wtfock soundtrack, and to those ones, they would just chill, feeling so connected to them, to the story.

Dance Monkey started playing, making them break apart, stopping their slow dance from the song before and therefore, breaking their kiss. Both looked at each other, Finn's eyes were kind, warm but sleepy, while Sam's were loving but a little goofy, like he still had something in mind "They say dance for me, dance for me, dance for me, oh-oh-oh..." Sam sang and Finn made him spin on his place and then hugged him very tightly, holding him to never let go. It was just seconds later that Sam's intentions were revealed when he started tickling his boyfriend, wanting to hear his laugh one more time.

Finn tried to escape from it, laughing uncontrollably, walking backwards, trying to say whatever he could to get Sam to stop. But he wasn't going to stop, he kept going until Finn's feet hit the base of the bed, falling inevitably on it and with Sam falling right on top of him.

"Okay– okay!!" Finn tried to take Sam's hands off of him, his body shaking and his eyes shut, with tears starting to fall down from the pressure "Stop– my stomach is already starting to hurt!" he yelled one more time, choppy by the laugh taking over him, and Sam finally decided it was enough, he took his hand off of him and laid on his side, letting him catch his breath but laughing softly.

They stayed still, heavily breathing by the tiredness already hitting them, till the last seconds of the song they had forgotten about, the last one of the playlist. Finn landed his sleepy eyes on Sam's "Alright, I may be ready to sleep now" he said, with a tone ever so cute, so endearing and charming, looking at him with those baby eyes. Sam placed a hand on his face, holding him lightly, brushing his thumb tenderly on his cheek, giving him some eskimo kisses, too. "Yeah..." Sam took a deep breath and whispered "Me too".

"Let's go to sleep, engel" Finn chuckled and they quickly got under the covers, no cuddles yet, just facing each other just like before. Admiring each other's beauty, being so, so close and getting even more so, like magnets. They closed their eyes, but right before their lips met, Finn let out a sigh and murmured a soft "Thank you" as he stroked their noses and Sam opened his eyes to look at him.

"You don't have anything to thank me for, schat" Sam responded, cupping his face once again.

"No, I do, I just..." Finn opened his eyes, searching the right words to say "Thank you for making me feel this way... So loved and cared for. So... Safe" he said and felt those words in every part of his body, he really felt like that and needed Sam to understand the infinite love he had for him. He wanted to scream from the rooftops how madly in love he was with the boy just in front of him. He wanted to find a way to make Sam feel like he did every time they were together; wanted to find a way of really showing it to him. Because no matter how many times he said it, it always felt like it wasn't enough.

Sam smiled at him, so crazy over Finn's babyness and cuteness "You don't have to thank me for that" Finn opened his mouth to complain, but before he had a chance to do so Sam said "You don't" and raised Finn's chin with his index finger "Existing is everything you have to do to make me feel right" Finn couldn't do anything but melt and crash their lips together, putting his hand on his boyfriend's back and pushing him closer, kissing him so intensely.

They surrendered to the feeling. They kissed. They kissed as though nothing could fall. They kissed until they were too tired to even think.

But before they completely gave in to the darkness, Finn, slowly, as if he was tasting the words, whispered "Ik hou van u" and searched for Sam's hand with his to interlock them. "Ik hou van u" Sam replied seconds after he pressed a small kiss on Finn's forehead "mijn kunstenaar" he said, lastly, with the words filled with adoration.

When they woke up, they were in exactly the same position. They woke up but stood so still, wanting to preserve that moment forever, feeling like time had stopped around them, feeling like the center of the universe, feeling so good. They could hear some birds singing outside and the relaxing way the other one breathed. They just knew how much they loved each other, felt it in their bodies... So much so, that they were sure they had to be together not only in this one, but in elk universum.

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Fun facts?? i guess:

Sam is short for Samsíða which is Icelandic for 'parallel'. YES I KNOW IM CHEESY AF, but it just fitted so! well!

And yes, Finn, in this universe you have the clown tattoo I designed and that's on that, im sorry, i make the rules now.

#this is so shitty i dont know how to write and im sorry but im too emotionally invested in this ship to care #and this git really personal at some points uhhhhh #theres a lot of me in this but i hope you can see a lot of yourself in it too #also #there are a lot of easter eggs ofc and i hope some of them are so hidden you dont directly notice themr #but still make your heart feel warm inside like i intended to hehe #but!!! one that i did want to tell you bc i feel like its too cute is:#the part of the moon and the stars got to me like an epiphany lmao and its a very slight reference to starman jshs #cheesy af again but i warned u🤷🏼‍♀️#anyway #i hope u find ur sam in dit universum and flex the fuck out of him and annoy me with ur clingy selves #i want u to be this happy always #thank you for inspiring me with your art everyday first to draw and apparently now to write #im sorry one other thing #yes i did use the 'baby' adjective to describe a lot of u and ur actions what are u gonna do about it?#thats how it is in my mind #you = baby #and you = talented but me ≠ talented but i did my best #ajshaushhs tell me please this is finn approved bc i need love and validation #ok bye ily

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blankdblank · 5 years

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Back Again Pt 7

All –

@himoverflowers, @theincaprincess, @aspiringtranslator, @sweeticedtea, @ggbbhehe4455, @thegreyberet, @patanghill17, @jesgisborne, @curvestrology, @alishlieb, @jogregor, @armitageadoration, @fizzyxcustard, @here2have-fun, @lilith15000, @marvels-ghost, @catthefearless, @imjusthereforthereads, @c-s-stars

x Thorin – @evyiione, @deepestfirefun, @queenoferebor

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 –

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“So, how is it dear Cousin?” Dwalin asked grinning at you widely.

Weakly you giggled replying, “Big week.”

“Yes it is. Custody hearing, winning custody, engagement, first stop in at work, wedding, plans for having all the little ones for the summer, on top of Estel’s first sleepover, big steps.”

You giggled again, “Plus, got a call from my father,”

His brow inched up, “What did he have to say?”

“He congratulated me. Hoped I have better luck than he does.” You added with a weak giggle, “He said he’s got an appointment for a vasectomy.”

“Really?”

You nodded, “He made sure to follow tradition and get my approval first,” At taking in his puzzled expression you added, “It is supposed to be a, an assurance that his line will continue granting him a rest from conceiving.”

“Meaning-,”

“Meaning it was a question of if I will be having children. Logically it would be any of us, but me especially, as I’m the only one of age.”

“How is that on you, pressure wise?” he asked lowly in a concerned tone.

Your head shook, “Not any more than usual. There’s no deadline, no hopes to play grandpa. For all his great, dreams of a daughter I have fulfilled them splendidly. Quiet and obedient tending to my younger siblings as told, easing his struggles on that aspect.”

Exhaling lowly he stated, “That, is, terrible, but very common for Men I hear.” A grin from you eased him onwards, “I hear the drop in at work went well. The new author was thrilled to see you.”

“Ya, Bard. Actually he saw me, out in the hospital when I was having my surgery.”

“That’s why he told Dis to put you on it?”

You nodded, “He was there to visit a friend of his late Wife’s. Saw me sketching a girl from down the hall as a nurse checked on me, I had a few of my sketches up and he knew I would get it. Wants me to keep up to illustrate the series.”

“That’s great. Looking forward to your first full day? Estel seemed excited, talked about having a bag for his art supplies too for his area.”

You nodded, “Yes, he’s excited.” His brow twitched up again as he wet his lips and you curled your legs in front of you, “I’m just a bit nervous, I don’t know how we will do on our first day. How the day will go, what to do, I seem to breeze through things, and how to keep Estel distracted by me through it.” You shrugged, “Only one way to find out though.”

Dwalin chuckled, “Exactly. I am certain you will handle it marvelously. Besides, I hear with you signed on they’ve been getting countless calls confirming your employment. You have an untouchable reputation.”

You giggled softly, “Well, I usually tend to get what they need and want better than they can verbalize.”

Spreading his grin, “So, Father, summer visitation, work, how are you feeling?”

“Physically I’m better. Bruising is nearly all gone. Thorin helped me with the creams for the last of the swelling.”

Dwalin nodded, “Yes, he mentioned it was troublesome to apply.”

You nodded, “Not the most comfortable thing to do. Sad to say I all but passed out the first time I did it.” Parting his lips for a moment, “But it got better, kept it to once a week, I think just another week and I shouldn’t need it, though I should probably leave that to Oin and Gloin, Dis already set me up with an appointment few days back.”

Dwalin chuckled again, “They are anxious to see themselves how you are healing. Full round of scans and blood work and all that.”

“Ooh. So much fun and Estel is excited to go with the boys to the movies in my appointment tomorrow.”

Making him chuckle lowly, “So, four months until the final verdict, though we can at least get a first check up on it.” You nodded and he asked, “How are you doing on the change in appearance, tattoo and all I mean?”

Your head tilted to the side, “The uncovered scars are a bit unsettling.”

“Understandable.”

“Though mainly for, I left them uncovered, in case I have to, do it again.” At the tears looming in your eyes and dropping tone he settled his hands on your curled legs, “Though, I am trying to be positive. Have to keep going, hope for the best. Estel needs me, all the kids do.”

“We’re all here for you. Thorin especially. He is going slowly? Not pushing you too fast? I know most women, the house, the ring and ceremony. On top of your health, must be a change to say the least.”

“Thorin is spectacular. Great listener, very caring about everything. Very excited about everything. Built in family on my side too this time.”

“That’s the spirit. And now we just have to help your poor baby sisters on their flirting.”

Making you cover your face giggling, “I can’t help it, it’s genetic. Makes me wonder how father ever earned a date let alone so many wives.” Making him chuckle again as your hands dropped, “Even with the boys, all so adorable and blush inducing.”

“True. Dis can help. Bella and Gorgo too. They can learn that, wiggle into their confidences, you’ve set a great foothold already, instilling in them the willingness to stand up alone and together, great morals, impressive self image. Not that they need it being every bit as drop dead bewitching as you are, even more so with your flirting fails. You have done spectacularly. You do know that, don’t you?”

You nodded and wiped your cheek with a soft sniffle at the single tear breaking free, “I wanted them to have something close to what I had. My Mom, was unbreakable. Even after she was gone, I used to imagine she just turned to clouds to follow me around when I needed her. I wanted them to know someone was there for them, nothing more, just them. That there was one person there loving them, ready to face the world to tear their path clear. And it hurt, sending them away again, and not telling them. But they’re closer now, and so ready to spend summer together when it rolls around.”

“That’s good. Now we just have to decorate your office and their rooms for them.”

“Yes, they are thrilled about that one. Fuzzy blankets and bean bag chairs, so many pillows.”

Again your legs curled tighter and his eyes lowered, “Your legs hurt?”

Sighing you wobbled your knees, “Just feeling restless. Keep fighting against working out. There’s a gym here. I used to do squats and lunges in commercial breaks and I slipped and did a set after Thorin left for work.”

Dwalin chuckled, “I am certain a small amount for your legs will not do harm. In fact, Gloin commented as long as your internal scarring is healed you could slip back into it. Carefully.”

Looking him over you asked, “How often do you handle this normally? Mastectomies?”

Inhaling steadily he said, “I have handled this before, though it’s not as common as my other patients. A couple every few years, though we tend to keep up with them for a few years after. Mostly with family as well, if the girls or your brothers want to talk about it, we did give them our numbers and emails to do so. Your dad does know?”

Wetting your lips you shrugged and said, “If the girls haven’t told him in their calls and emails monthly then no. But soon enough I’ll know either way to tell him if he asks.”

An hour seemed to breeze by and with all you covered more and more Dwalin had more of a clearer picture of all you were taking in and how you were leveling through it all in stride. It was a lot and near an unbearable level of stress for anyone else to handle, but between your stubbornness and the family gathering around you there were plenty of ears to borrow and shoulders to lean on. Back at work again Dwalin passed on a picture Estel sent with him Thorin proudly hung up on his wall listening to the dinner plans the whole clan had set up at their place tonight.

Six came soon enough and Estel grinned wider in his place by the door ready with picture in hand hearing the car park and then the boot steps that followed until the door opened. His arms shot up and Thorin’s smile at returning home again to his new family doubled seeing his warm welcome. Crouching down he accepted the picture and hugged the boy tightly returning his welcoming hug to lift him asking, “What have you been up to, hmm?” Carrying him inside as he bumped the door shut behind him listening to the full recap. Straight through to the living room he walked, setting down his bag to smirk at you watching as you laid on the end of the lounge at the end of the couch with legs extended to tap the ground then rise up to hip level.

Turning your head you curled your legs and sat up pretending you hadn’t been exercising making him chuckle as you asked, “Busy day?”

He nodded, “Sort of. Had the privilege to hang a marvelous piece of art in my office today.”

Making Estel gasp and ask, “Really?”

Thorin nodded and rumbled back as he sat down beside you, “Really. Your picture, right on my wall, best spot, everyone loved it.”

Kissing his forehead he watched as Estel shifted his legs and slid off his lap saying, “I have more!”

A lean in later and his lips met yours while his hand cupped your cheek then purred, “I saw that.”

Rolling your head back you groaned, “Two sets of twins, then two single kids, I had hours of work and now,” you groaned again at his next chuckle, “I can’t just sit still, if my brain isn’t rushing my body has to.”

He chuckled again, “All lower body?” You nodded and he chuckled back as Estel rushed back with a full sketchbook he settled into Thorin’s lap, “I am certain Gloin won’t object.” His grin widening lifting Estel back onto his lap to flip through the choices he had, each one more impressive than the last as the story he was writing with them was shared stirring proud tears into the Dwarf’s eyes.

The story again was shared at dinner where you had confirmed you had a copied version of it printed and waiting for the images to be added to a scrapbook to hold it in when complete. Tables were packed with the meals the entire family brought out for you three to sample to your hearts desire until you finally headed home for the night. A simple night of snuggling after eating far too much to keep you conscious for long you were changed and tangled in bed until daybreak when appointments pulled you from bed, but not before the young brothers Fili and Kili hopped on your bed sharing they had made your breakfast. Overly eager for their own time with their newest cousin they helped to ready him and then dashed out the door with him after assuring you had traded pecks on his cheeks.

The door closed and with a few minutes left until you had to split up Thorin’s arms circled you lifting you in a warm kiss then hummed against your lips, “I will try to get there as soon as I can.”

“No rush, I know you have important patients to see to.”

His eyes narrowed playfully at you, “I am off at lunch, Gloin said it would cut close, but I should be there by the end of your last test to hear the results. And then I can bring you back here and feed you.” Planting his lips on yours again he lowered you and held your hand on your way out until you had to break for your own cars after another stolen kiss.

…

Cold and painful, your memories of the last hospital you were in. However this pastel painted waiting room seemed a bit warmer in Thorin’s borrowed cardigan you pulled around you in your peering up at the tv show playing lowly on the wall across from you.

“Pear?” At your last name you shot up with a faint grin at the woman feeling the eyes of the other patients around you staring at you wondering what had brought you here.

Weight taken and into the exam room you went, sitting so blood pressure and pulse could be taken along with a blood and urine sample. A plain ridiculously large gown was handed over and as expected you when alone stripped to your panties and socks leaving the rest folded on the chair along the wall. Your grin flashed back at the door when it opened revealing Oin with a grin of his own. Chuckling lowly he approached saying, “Jaqi, I see we still have yet to find any of our smaller sized gowns, I apologize.”

You giggled ad shook your head, “I’m used to it.”

Inhaling sharply he stated, “I will do the basic exam and then Gloin will head your scans and we will conference after.”

You nodded, mumbling, “Fun.”

Forcing out a chuckle again he raised his hands after adding a set of gloves to feel around your neck, wetting your lips you stared ahead as the back of your gown was opened and he felt for any abnormalities before you shrugged out of your gown and laid back resting your arms up over your head. Inch by inch he ensured a thorough inspection, focusing especially on your surgical scars asking, “Have you been exercising at all?”

“A few leg reps and some lower abdominals.”

At your sheepish glance up at him he chuckled saying, “No need for that expression. I am glad you have picked up some again, restlessness tends to worsen moods in post surgical patients. No upper body just yet, nice and simple body weight only for now. Even some time on Thorin’s treadmill or reclined bike, no more than half an hour mind for the workout, any problems with your cycles?” he asked inching his fingers lower to your pelvis, “No history of ovarian cysts or anything like that?”

“No, cycles are regular, had to get off my birth control for all this. Not much of a change off it.”

“No abnormalities by my inspection.” His hand stretched out to help you up and to ease your gown back on after stealing another glimpse at your tattoo, “I will tell Gloin you are ready for the first scan.” Stepping back he made for the door only to chuckle seeing Gloin waiting outside with a grin, “Ah, and here he is.”

You hopped down and Gloin’s grin spread as you joined him for the walk to the other end of the floor for your full body xray that would be followed by a full color full body scan to assure nothing was missed.

Awkwardly a series of xrays were taken and another short walk after brought you into a chilly room with a large machine inside. Oin was back with you helping Gloin to get you on the table, coated with a blanket with a pair of headphones around your ears inside the head rest. Through them your favorite Dwarf instrumental band was playing, raising the struggle not to move but helping to calm you through the twenty minute scan in the clicking and banging machine.

Outside the machine you looked over the eased grins on their faces out of habit making you wonder just what they had seen on the screens. Again you were taken back to your private room where you were told you could redress. Jeans, shirts again were wrapped around you and you sat on the end of your bed with your foot propped up tying your sneaker. Lowering your foot at the knock on your door you spotted the door cracking open, “Love?”

“Hey Thorin.” With a grin he slipped inside closing the door behind him, crossing the room to take your foot you had eased your second sneaker onto. Resting it against his thigh he tightened the laces and tied them, gently lowering it after and moved closer to plant his lips against yours.

“Any word yet?”

You shook your head, “No, just got back from the last of it.”

He nodded looking you over, “Cold?”

“The cardigan is still a bit warm, it’s helping.”

Chuckling lowly he turned to lean against the table draping his arms around you planting his lips on your forehead and he purred, “Can’t have you being cold, Karuke.”

Around you he melted hoping to warm you with his own usual body heat and for the next few minutes he shared what he could of his day until the fated click of the door opening again for the father and son to enter again.

Oin started as they grinned at you both, “Bloodwork and urine samples are leaps and bounds over your last tests before the surgery. Physical exam is ahead of standard healing markers for just over a month out.”

Gloin, “The xrays were clear, though I would like to, at a later date of course, discuss ways to manage that fracture in your foot if it is hurting you any.”

Oin again shared, “As for the full body scans they all came back clean. Remaining breast tissue and glands are all clear, lymph nodes are normal. Ovaries and uterus are clear of any cysts and abnormalities. We will need to check again at the four month marker, but I would say you’re in the clear.” Stirring a teary grin onto your face as Thorin’s eyes welled with tears over his spreading smile as his head tapped against yours for a few moments to collect himself.

Gloin eyed you then asked, “I do have to ask, it is an awkward place to fracture your foot, how did you do that?”

Weakly you chuckled and sniffles wiping your cheeks, “It, um, first time was a mishap with the stroller for the girls and some stairs after shopping. Then later, there was an unfortunate pogo stick accident with Tippy.” Their brows rose and you sighed, “She got a pogo stick as a present and there was a garden on the back and she was popping around, but the moss grew up over the end of the walkway and the end slipped. I lunged, caught her and my foot slid end ended up sort of bending awkwardly into the moss. Sort of wobbled it off, each time, waited till the nanny could come in and I went to the hospital, ended up in a boot both times and it just was hard to stay off it with the stairs so it never really healed properly.”

Glowing nodded, “I believe a short while out we should see to that. I would hate for you to have another stumble and break it worse.”

You nodded, “Well it would have to be before the summer break, to be safe then.”

Oin chuckled saying, perhaps we could celebrate your four month check up with a boot then.” Making you giggle to yourself. “So, take the rest of your set month off, to settle into things and ease your way back into your exercise routines. I would say some easy upper body work would be safe, all body weight mind you, just for now. End of the month you can start low on the weights again.”

“Thank you.” They both chuckled and when you eased down accepted you sniffle filled hugs and then showed you out after setting a date at the end of the month for another check up.”

Out at your cars again a giggling squeak left you at Thorin’s tight hug lifting you off the ground, mumbling into your shoulder, “Oh this is wonderful news.” Your head pulled back and his grin melted against your lips, pressing your forehead to his he purred, “I love you.”

Giggling back you replied, “I love you, my giant teddy bear.” Making him chuckle and steal another kiss, “Now, don’t you have to head back?”

He nodded, “Yes. And you have to head home, where Amad will be waiting with tea.” Making you giggle again, “They are just itching to know.”

“Go save the world Teddy Bear.” Making him chuckle again, “I will see you at five.”

His eyes remained fixed on you as long as they could until he had to turn away heading back to work. A massive grin settled onto his face and mentally he’d settled to bursting in to share the good news to his waiting cousins.

The closer he got Thorin’s grin spread as his fears had diminished greatly seeing the ease in you at the good news. Endlessly his mind rattled on as for how to share the news with his cousins. Just parking outside he spotted their faces in one of the windows making him chuckle in his climb out of the car to lock it and head for the side entrance they used. Eagerly Bofur opened it and Thorin passed by as Dwalin said, “You’re smiling, good sign. Right?”

Thorin grinned turning to them, “Scans, bloodwork and xrays are clear along with the physical exam. She has been cleared to ease back into exercise between here and the end of her month off.” His hand rose to pause their hugs as his grin spread, “And especially it appeared her ovaries and uterus are completely healthy and clear. We still have to check in after another four months but they think she’s in the clear.”

He looked over the group and chuckled at their frozen stances, “Now we can hug.”

They all lunged forward wrapping their arms around him tightly. When they pulled back Dwalin asked, “Should I take my lunch over? Just to check in to help her ease into it?”

Thorin chuckled shaking his head, “Amad said she was going to go over with Frerin for the afternoon to help with that until Estel comes home. She said she’s going to call her siblings too after their classes are through.”

Straight home you went and into the kitchen where you heard a soft chatter and found Frerin and Diaa both setting the table for the light tea and snacks they put out. Eager grins spread across their faces and they listened at you shared the news, tearing up the whole time. Frerin neared you when you finished crouching down to lift you into a tight hug to melt around you at the first sniffle at your burying your head in the crook of his neck while Diaa rubbed your back, “I got you Sis.”

For a few minutes you stayed there until he released you when you drew back and then he set you down kissing the top of your head and Diaa claimed a hug of her own along with a kiss on your cheek saying, “Come have some tea, and we can talk it all out.”

You nodded and sat between them as they delved into it all easing your doubts and worries about the next few months at least but a phone call tore you from all that. With a brow raised you lifted your phone to your ear, “You’re supposed to be in class.”

Through the line the eldest of the twin girls said, “I know, but I just had to know how it all went. How did it go?”

A weak chuckle left you and you said, “It all came back clear so far. Still another check up in a few months.” Through the line you could hear a throat clear turning your sister’s head, “Now you go get back to class.”

Cheerfully she bounced on her toes saying, “I will, and I’ll stop the others to share the news with them too. I love you.”

“I love you. Now don’t you get into any more trouble.”

She giggled and hung up the phone and turned to the waiting Headmaster with her arms crossed, “I’m sorry.”

“You know you are only permitted-,”

“I know, but see, my older sister has cancer,” parting the woman’s lips, “Had surgery for it, just got her first check up after. It couldn’t wait four more days. I’m sorry.”

The Headmaster sighed and motioned her hands, “This once I will allow it. In the future kindly try to have her appointments scheduled on the weekends.”

She nodded, “I will tell her.”

“Off to class.”

#Thorin x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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