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marauderundercover · 2 years

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How We Fell: Ch. 28

Day 28: Call a Friend/Hanukkah

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Marinette flounces down onto her couch, dropping her head into her hands. She’d just had an entire three hour long conversation (on her yoyo) with Carapace and Chat Noir. They were planning on moving in on Hawkmoth on New Years Eve. Which was three days away. She was excited, but she was also terrified. What if their plan failed? What if they lost? How much longer could Paris handle this? How much longer could her team handle this? Nino was already putting his life with Alya on hold. Sure, they were married, but they weren’t even able to live together. Nino was too determined to see the battle through. Which was nice, but still. Then there was the continued problem with Chat Noir and Young Justice. He insisted that he had tried to get ahold of them, but that none of their representatives would get back in touch with him. It was beyond frustrating, and she honestly didn’t know who to believe. She knew that, for a while, Chat Noir had been distant. He’d stopped showing up to battles at all at one point almost two years ago. And he was distracted when he was there. But then he got better, and he was back to the partner she was used to. The one she had missed. She didn’t understand the disconnect now between him and Young Justice. Why was there so much…drama there? And then there was the strain she felt it putting on her relationship with Damian. Not that he knew the strain was there. She’d lied to him yesterday. Well, it was a lie by omission but still. She hated herself for it, and for not being able to be completely open with him. And with her other friends. She knew Jon’s identity and assumed Nino knew hers, but none of them could talk about it. It hurt to constantly try to be multiple people. It was exhausting. Her phone rings suddenly and she sighs, before glancing at it. The tension in her shoulders immediately melts away and she smiles at the caller ID.

“Hey, mon amour.” She says.

“Hello, habibti. I hope I didn’t wake you up.” He says. She frowns and glances at her clock, wincing at the time. She definitely hadn’t slept last night and it was, currently, only seven in the morning. Definitely much earlier than she would willingly be up for on Christmas break.

“Would you believe me if I said I woke up an hour ago?” She asks hopefully. He sighs.

“You didn’t sleep, did you?” He asks. She sighs.

“No, I didn’t. And before you lecture me, I know it’s not healthy. I’m trying to do better, I just- I’ve been feeling a little overwhelmed lately.” She admits.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” He asks.

“No, I don’t think so.” Marinette says sadly.

“Would you like to get lunch today? We could go out somewhere nice, take a break from everything else.” Damian suggests.

“That sounds nice.” She says.

“I’ll pick you up at noon?” He suggests.

“Sounds great. I love you.” Marinette says, loving how freeing it felt to utter those three little words.

“And I you.” He says before hanging up. Marinette grins, excitement thrumming in her veins. She had plenty of time to take a quick nap and work on some commissions before lunch.

“Marinette, we really need to talk.” Tikki says, zipping into the room, the panic clear on their face. Marinette blinks in surprise, not used to seeing the kwami in such a state.

“Of course. Are you okay?” She asks, turning so that she can focus on her friend. Tikki zips around, obviously their version of pacing as they shake their head.

“No, I mean, this isn’t about me, Marinette. It’s about you and your team. And Hawkmoth.” They say frowning.

“Oh.” Marinette says, panic creeping up on her. “Am I- is this about our plan?” She asks. Tikki nods.

“Yes. And I tried to tell you sooner, but I couldn’t because-” They’re cut off by the shrill ringing of the akuma alarm. Marinette winces.

“It’s okay, Paris can wait a few minutes.” She says, trying to help Tikki calm down. They start to cry, startling Marinette.

“You can’t go. He-” The burner phone, the one that only Carapace and Chat Noir had the number for, begins ringing shrilly. Marinette frowns apologetically.

“I’m so sorry Tikki. Just, just give me a minute, okay?” She asks. Answering the phone, she immediately shifts into Ladybug mode. “Hello?”

“LB please hurry. I’m not- Dude! Not cool! I haven’t seen Chat Noir yet and I don’t know- listen dude, swords are not- SHELTER!” He yells, before the line goes dead. Marinette’s eyes widen.

“We have to go.” She says. Tikki, who was still crying, nods slowly. Marinette feels awful, but she calls her transformation before throwing Kaalki’s glasses on and calling a portal. Dropping into Paris, her eyes widen at the giant green shelter currently protecting a group of people, including Carapace, as a dozen people with swords continuously stab at the green shield. This wasn’t going to be easy.

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She was right. And she hated it. Several hours had gone by, no sign of Chat Noir, and she and Carapace had already been forced to recharge several times. She was starting to worry that he’d either been taken down by a minion as a civilian, or was a minion himself. She and Carapace had both tried to call him, several times. Ladybug had even used the burner phone, but no luck.

They also weren’t having much luck finding the actual akumatized person. Just a lot of minions. With swords. She glances at the clock and swears under her breath.

“Carapace? I gotta make a quick call.” She says. He gives her a thumbs up, but focuses on the minion he was busy fighting. Hopping up onto a low roof, she pulls out her yoyo and dials Damian’s number.

“Hello?” He says, and she can practically hear the frown in his voice.

“Hey Damian.” She says, keeping an eye on her surroundings.

“Marinette? Did your number change?” He asks and she has to suppress the urge to groan. Unless she took the time to press the right buttons on her yoyo, it came up as unlisted. Which was usually helpful, but not so much in this moment.

“I can explain that later. I might be a bit late for lunch.” She says, feeling awful.

“Is everything okay?” He asks. Marinette starts to respond, but yelps instead as another minion shows up out of nowhere, slashing at her with a sword. “Marinette!”

“Just a sec.” She says, muting the call as she throws her yoyo forward, wraps it around the minion and pulls them close. “I was in the middle of a conversation.” She chastises before yanking their sword away and using the butt of it to knock the minion out. Huffing, she unmutes the call. “Sorry about that, just uh, klutz moment?”

“Marinette, what is going on? Do you need assistance?” Damian asks, worry clear in his voice. Marinette frowns.

“Uh no?” She says unsurely. Honestly, it might be time to move up their plans. See if they could get Hawkmoth today.

“Are you-” He starts, but she screams in pain as a sword is inserted into her shoulder. Yanking away, she snaps her yoyo shut and immediately starts fighting the minion. It was time to end this.

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Damian Wayne liked to think of himself as a level headed individual. Yes, he could get angry. He was his Father’s son, after all. However, he always believed that he could stay calm in tricky situations. That belief, though, crumbled the instant he heard Marinette’s pain filled scream.

“Marinette!” He yells, panic shooting through him. But the call disconnects. Making his mind, Damian grabs his keys and rushes out of the manor, towards her apartment. He definitely broke several traffic laws as he sped through Gotham, but he didn’t care. He had to make sure she was okay. Parking right in front of her building, he takes the stairs two at a time, not wanting to wait for the ancient elevator. Rushing to a stop in front of her door, he knocks twice. Not hearing any movement on the other side, he uses his spare key to unlock the door and enter the apartment. He stays silent as he clears the apartment, scanning for any sign of a struggle. Any sign as to why his girlfriend was hurt. And how. But there was nothing. Pushing down his panic, he tries to call her back on the number she’d just used, but the call would not go through. It was almost as if the number did not exist. Frowning, he tries her personal number.

“Pick up, pick up.” He mutters into the phone.

“Hi!” She says chirpily, and he sighs with relief. “This is Marinette. I can’t come to the phone-” He growls and hangs up, pacing the living room for a minute before calling her back.

“Hi! This is Marinette. I can’t come to the phone-” He hangs up again. He runs through his head for any contacts they have in common who she may have contacted. Kent? Maybe….making up his mind, he exits the apartment and locks the door again. Taking the stairs two at a time again, he decides to call Agreste on his way to the Batcave. If he hadn’t heard from her either, Damian would just have to try and find her as Robin. He had more resources that way.

“Hello?” Agreste answers on the second ring, sounding as though he had recently been exercising.

“Agreste, this is Damian Wayne.” Damian says, switching his phone over to the bluetooth in his car.

“Yeah, obviously. I have caller ID. What is it?” Agreste asks with a huff. Damian frowns.

“I was calling to see if you had heard from Marinette.” He says. Agreste grunts, sounding almost as if he was in the middle of a fight.

“No, I haven’t. Is that all?” He asks, clearly frustrated.

“What is happening?” Damian asks.

“Akuma attack. Gotta go.” Agreste huffs out, the line disconnecting.

“Call Jon Kent.” Damian says.

“Calling, Jon Kent.” The car says, the sound of the phone ringing echoing throughout the car.

“Damian! What’s up?” Kent asks happily.

“Have you heard from Marinette?” Damian asks.

“No? What’s wrong, you sound worried?” Kent asks, clearly concerned. Damian lets out a slow breath, trying to calm himself. He was no use to Marinette if he was panicked.

“I was on the phone with Marinette, she screamed, and the call disconnected.” He says simply.

“I’ll try listening for her. We’ll figure out what it is, Damian. Don’t worry.” Kent reassures him.

“If I do not hear from her soon, I will be going out as Robin to look for her.” Damian says.

“I’ll make sure my suit is ready.” Kent says simply before hanging up. Damian feels a small wave of relief wash over him. They would find her. She would be okay. She had to be okay. Using one of the exterior entrances for the Batcave, Damian freezes as he hears Marinette’s voice ring throughout the cave.

“Marinette?” He whispers, unbelieving. He rushes forward, but stays hidden in the shadows when he sees it’s Ladybug on the screen talking to his Father. Not Marinette. He frowns. He was so sure…

“Our plan’s been moved up. Chat Noir is MIA and we can’t find the akumatized individual. It’s almost like they don’t exist. Which isn’t the point. I need someone to help scan security cameras, try and help us get a location on Hawkmoth. Maybe even Chat Noir? I don’t know, I’m just worried that he’s hurt and that Carapace and I aren’t around to help him.” Ladybug rambles. Damian narrows his eyes as he looks at her. Her face had scratches, and the fabric on one of her shoulders was darker than the other. Most likely drenched in blood.

“Of course, Ladybug. Do you need additional backup?” His Father asks. Her eyes widen slightly and she ducks down as a sword comes into view.

“Listen asshole, you already made me cancel my damn date. Stop trying to kill me!” She screeches, somehow gaining control of the sword. She flips it and the hilt of the sword disappears momentarily, a thud occurring out of sight before she twirls the sword, relaxing her shoulders slightly. Damian gasps lowly as he looks at her, and it’s almost as if a layer of magic surrounding her melts away. He tunes out the rest of the conversation because he realizes: Marinette is Ladybug. Skirting around the edges of the cave, he makes it to the locker room. Grabbing one of his suits, he pulls out his phone and calls Kent again.

“I need a pickup outside my house in two minutes. We are going to Paris.”

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“Carapace, fall back. We need to recharge.” Ladybug says tiredly. He nods, taking a few steps back to stand in line with her. Wrapping her arm around his waist, she manages to swing them away from the horde of minions that were quickly approaching. Swinging into her go-to alcove, she lets her shoulders slump.

“Okay, seriously, where is the akuma? Or Hawkmoth? It’s like he’s trying to play with us. Trying to mess with us.” Carapace huffs out. She shrugs before turning, both standing back to back as they let their transformations drop.

“I have no clue. And Batman is having trouble trying to find anything. I hate how this is all happening right before we were supposed to execute our plan. Seriously, how is our luck this bad? The Ladybug Miraculous is supposed to be good luck.” She huffs out.

“Oops?” A familiar voice says. Marinette’s eyes widen as Chat Noir lands in front of them, his eyes wide.

“Chat Noir!” Marinette shrieks, hoping he hadn’t been around long enough to know.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry you guys. I didn’t- Well, the plan wasn’t-” He starts to ramble, a terrified look on his face.

“It’s okay dude.” Nino says gently, his eyes closed. Marinette pinches the bridge of her nose, wanting nothing more than for this to all be a bad dream. Everything that could go wrong, was going wrong.

“No, you don’t understand.” Chat Noir says, shaking his head. Marinette frowns.

“What do you mean?” She asks.

“Plagg, claws in.” He says. She yelps and squeezes her eyes shut.

“No, Marinette, Nino, please, look at me.” He says, effectively outing her to Nino (though, she was pretty sure he already knew). “Guys please.” He says again. Marinette opens her eyes, blinking in surprise.

“Adrien?” She says.

“No way.” Nino says, not opening his eyes.

“Open your eyes, ya goof.” Marinette says with a laugh. Nino huffs, but opens his eyes, jaw dropping.

“I can’t believe you’re Chat Noir.” He breathes out. Adrien chuckles.

“Surprise?” He says. Marinette frowns.

“Your Father-” She starts, and Adrien nods, a hopeful look on his face.

“Yeah, I know, but see, now that we know each other’s identities, it’ll be so much easier.” He says. She frowns.

“Easier for what? I thought our team worked fine.” She says. He sighs.

“Yeah, sure, but now that you know everything, you’ll give me the earrings, right?” He asks. She flinches, taking a step back as he takes a step forward.

“What?” She says under her breath.

“Your earrings? I really didn’t want to have to fight you guys, and now that we know we’re all friends under the masks too, you’ll give them to me, right?” He pleads. Tears spring to her eyes as she shakes her head.

“No, no, Adrien what are you-”

“I’ve been helping my Father.” He says quietly. “I just- I want my mom back.”

“Run.” Nino whispers before calling his transformation and lunging at Adrien. Marinette quickly calls on Tikki before swinging away, moving as quickly as she can as she hears her friends fight behind her. The panic shoots through her veins as she realizes how difficult this just became. Adrien was Chat Noir. Chat Noir was on Hawkmoth’s side. Hawkmoth, technically, already had the ring. She swings into one of the towers of Notre-Dame, everything starting to piece together in her mind. When he’d stopped showing up for battles. When he stopped being as helpful. The fact that he wasn’t working with the Young Justice at all. She chokes back a sob, immediately throwing a punch as someone lands in front of her.

“Ladybug, stop!” Damian yells. Her eyes widen at the sight of her boyfriend in his Robin gear standing next to Jon.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, wiping furiously at her eyes.

“I was worried when you screamed and the call cut off.” He says.

“Well I didn’t mean to worry you, but I don’t exactly have a better reaction to being stabbed- oh shit.” Her eyes widen as she realizes he knew. “How long-”

“Earlier. I was in the cave while Father was on the call with you.” He says simply. She tries hard to ignore the awful churning in her stomach. Another thud makes her tense, then relax immediately at the sight of Carapace.

“Somehow, we’re still linked, we’ve gotta keep moving cause he can definitely still track us. We can’t afford to detransform until we’ve taken their Miraculous.” Carapace says firmly, wiping blood off his face. Ladybug’s eyes widen.

“What the hell did he-”

“LB, dudette, love your concern, not right now.” He says firmly, glancing at the other heroes before pursing his lips. “You tell him?” He asks, nodding towards Jon. Ladybug winces, shaking her head.

“No, I-”

“Mari, Nino, please come back!” Chat Noir yells, and she can tell he’s moving towards them fast.

“What the hell-” Damian starts, but she cuts him off.

“Not right now. I’ll explain later.” She says, running and leaping out of the tower.

“Please! Just- look, we don’t want to hurt you! Especially now that I know you’re my friends. Please.” Chat pleads, calling after them. An idea pops into her head.

“Then get your Father to show up. Meet us himself and promise us that he won’t hurt us or our families.” Ladybug calls back to him. She pauses on a roof, breathing heavily as she watches him also pause. He tilts his head to the side, and she’s not sure if he’s thinking, or using a comm to communicate with his dad. The thought makes her stomach churn. How often had Hawkmoth listened in on their meetings? Their plans? Their hangouts where they all claimed to love and care for each other. Where they promised each other that everything would be okay. How long had he pretended to be on their side? How long had he been a traitor?

“Fine. He says…the top of Françoise Dupont in fifteen minutes.” He says, glancing longingly at Jon before rushing away. Ladybug waits until she can’t see him, then collapses to her knees, letting out a long scream.

“I gotchu LB, don’t worry.” Carapace says gently, wrapping his arms around her as she gives herself just a minute to cry. A minute to let everything sink in. Because besides everything that had happened, he was still her friend. She cared about him, and the fact that he had turned on them hurt like hell.

“What is going on?” Damian asks, the worry clear in his voice. Sucking in a deep breath, she wipes her eyes, letting Carapace help her to her feet shakily.

“Chat Noir has been working for Hawkmoth.” She says softly. Carapace huffs, and she glances at him.

“That’s putting it lightly, LB. He betrayed us. This wasn’t some spur of the moment shit. He planned this. He’s been working with him for a while. He was the mole. The reason Hawkmoth always seemed one step ahead of us. He tried to get LB to give up her earrings earlier. Once he realized that we’re friends under the mask too. God, how could I be so stupid?” Carapace yells, whirling around and punching a chimney. He swears under his breath and shakes out his hand, the bruises on his knuckles already forming.

“Who is it?” Jon asks, sounding panicked. Marinette winces, turning away. “Who is it?” He asks again, softer this time.

“I think you know.” She says. His face crumbles, before a hard mask covers it and he whirls around, flying towards the school. Shit. She zips after him, hearing Robin and Carapace scramble to follow. She lands a little bit away, frowning at the scene in front of her.

“Did you ever even love me?” Jon asks. Chat-no- Adrien whirls around, eyes wide.

“Jon-”

“No! Did you ever care about me? About any of us? Because if you did- if you did, Adrien, how the hell can you stand there and work alongside someone who has emotionally tortured people for years?” Jon screams, tears streaming down his face. Adrien frowns, glancing around as if looking for some sort of backup.

“But, my mom-” He says. Jon shakes his head.

“You could have asked for help! The second you found out she was here, in a coma, you could have come to the League. Or Ladybug or someone and asked for help. So many different heroes could have helped you, and would have been willing! Especially since you were a hero. God, Adrien, you were a hero! You stood there and watched LB get totally wrecked at several different attacks, all because you didn't have the fucking guts to stand up and say that something was wrong. Or at least the fucking decency to stay home if you weren't going to help her.” Jon growls out. Marinette winces, not used to seeing this side of Jon. Adrien sighs, taking a step towards Jon. He visibly flinches as Jon takes a step away from him.

“Jon, please, I’m begging you. I just-”

“No. We're done, Agreste. I am so beyond hurt, right now. I- I loved you, Adrien. I loved you and you hurt me. You hurt the people I care about. People that I thought you cared about-” Jon freezes, visibly tensing. “How long have you been working with him?” Marinette inhales sharply. That was the one thing she hadn’t asked. The one thing she wasn’t sure if- she didn’t know what she’d do if it turned out their entire partnership had been a lie.

“I-” Adrien hesitates, and her heart drops. “I’m not sure you want me to tell you.”

“How long?” Jon yells, the pain clear on his face.

“Almost two years.” He says, and Marinette can’t help the tears that start streaming once again.

“Did you ever even love me? Are you even sorry?” Jon asks, shaking his head.

“Yes! Jon, I’m so- I never meant- I love you. Please.” Adrien pleads, rushing forward and trying to grab Jon’s hands. Jon shakes his head, flying away, probably to wherever Robin was hiding. Marinette glances at Carapace, who had landed next to her. She reaches down and squeezes his hand in reassurance. Chat Noir was Ladybug’s best friend. Adrien was Nino’s. Taking in a deep breath, she moves with him to stand in front of Adrien, who had tears streaming down his face.

“Where is Hawkmoth?” She asks, wanting nothing more than to get this over with. He hiccups, swiping at his tears.

“I uh, I don’t, he should be coming.” Adrien mutters out, his face contorted with pain. “Mari? Remember when you said I didn’t have to be perfect to deserve love?” He asks. She bites her lip harshly, ignoring the sting from the breaking of the delicate skin.

“That didn’t mean you could go and work with a villain, Adrien! God, do you know I would have done anything to help you bring your mother back? I would have walked through hell for you, Adrien. I would have even gone to that stupid misogynstic temple full of people who hated me, if it meant I could learn the right magic to help. Why didn’t you let us help you?” She says, shaking her head.

“Because he did not need your false promises, Miss Dupain-Cheng.” Hawkmoth says, landing next to Adrien, Mayura landing behind him.

“Well what a dysfunctional family.” Carapace says, narrowing his eyes. Hawkmoth- Gabriel, purses his lips.

“Lahiffe.” He says with a nod.

“Now you can give us the earrings and we can fix mom and everything will be okay. Because you won’t hurt them, right, Father?” Adrien says, glancing at his dad hopefully. Gabriel quirks an eyebrow, holding his hand out.

“The ring, Adrien.” He says. Adrien frowns.

“You won’t hurt them, right Father?” He asks. Gabriel’s eyes narrow.

“Do you want your mother back or would you rather protect your little friends?” He asks. Adrien winces, glancing up at them. And for a moment, for a split second, Marinette thinks he’s on their side. That it was all an elaborate prank. But then he frowns at them.

“I’m sorry.” He says, taking his ring off and ignoring Plagg’s cries as he passes it to his dad. “I just want my mom back.” Before Gabriel can slide the ring on, a figure flashes forward and grabs it, rushing back to stand by her.

“I believe this belongs to you, LB.” Kid Flash says, his eyes sad. She nods firmly, turning and glaring at the group in front of her.

“I suggest you hand over the Miraculous now.” She says. Gabriel roars with fury, a cloud of purple and black magic forming over him. Gritting her teeth, she turns to Kid Flash and raises an eyebrow. He nods and darts forward, barely visible before he’s standing next to her once again. He passes the two brooches to her, and her stomach churns. All of this. Five years of torture. Of dying, and hurting. And never being able to actually feel. It never would have happened without these little pieces of jewelry. And the man in front of her. Five years of pain. Over.

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grav3yardbb92 · 2 years

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PLEASE COME HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

DAD!Chris Evans x MOM!reader

Bzzzzzzz. "Hi this is Chris's phone, leave your message.....NOW!"

*BEEP*

"Hey babe it's me, just missed hearing your voice, even though we talked yesterday. Anyway, call me when you can. Merry Christmas. I love you"

I hang up the phone and lean back into the soft couch, closing my eyes to block my tears from falling.

" Still not answering?" Scott questions, while holding my 8 month old son in his arms. I nod in response and get up to get some hot tea.

Today is Christmas Eve, our son's first ever Christmas Eve to be exact. Chris insisted that I come here to Boston to be with his family, otherwise Dakota and I would be alone, sense Chris is in Paris filming his new movie and my family doesn't speak to me, not since I moved in with my boyfriend and had a child without being married.

I sit back down and sip my tea and face the tv, trying to pull my attention to the elves making toys at the north pole. The Santa Clause is one of Chris's many favorite movies to watch this time of year. And just as if he could hear me thinking about him, my phone buzzes in my pocket( I keep it on vibrate to avoid waking our sleeping baby)

It's not a text, which is all I usually get from him while he's working. But to my surprise he is calling on zoom. I quicky accept and greet him with a 'hey babe', getting the attention of his family who a scattered thoughout the kitchen and living room. His mom pauses the movie and Scott moves to sit beside me, allowing Chris to see his son who is now awake.

"Where are you?" I ask, taking in the veiw behind him.

" The only open restraunt around here" he answers, before making a goofy face, pulling a giggle from me and our son beside me. " God, I miss you"

" I know, I miss you too"

There is a knock on the door, but I don't pay any notice as someone else moves to answer it.

" Hey y/n" I turn my attention from my phone, seeing a large box in Chris's dad's hands " it's for little man" he explains, gesturing to my son.

" Hey, buddy, a gift." Chris exclaims, more excited than the kid, who is too young to understand the holiday yet anyway. " Who's it from?"

I examine the lable on the box and smile as I read the name.

" His godfather" I answer

" Oh. Wait which one?" His question brings a confused look to Scott's face and I laugh lightly before answering

" The Romanian one"

I then turn to the man beside me to clarify " we both agreed on ScarJo as the godmother, but couldn't decide on a godfather, so Sebastian and Anthony are sharing the job." My explanation leads the younger man to shake his head at our desicion.

" Hey, let him open it, while I can see" Chris pulls my attention back and I agree. I lift up the box and hold it in front of my son, to pull on the red paper, with Scott's help. The packaging is removed to reveal a set of baby toys shaped like a cell phone, tv remote and set of keys. There is also a plush puppy dog that lights up and plays soothing music.

" Hey, bud, he looks like Dodger" my son smiles at his father, holding tightly to the plush toy as I try to remove the plastic toys from the box.

Another twenty minutes past, with my phone being passed to each member of the family. Him wishing everyone Merry Christmas, causing tears to fall from his mother's face, she misses him just as much as I do. It's not our first time apart, obviously, not even his first Christmas away from me, but it's hitting more, that he can't be here for Dakota's first.

" Oh no, don't you start crying too, now I'm gonna cry." God this man always knows how to make me laugh, even when I don't want to.

I Almost hadn't noticed that he left the restraunt, til I saw snow and Christmas lights in the background.

" It looks really pretty over there"

"Thanks, oh you ment the decorations" tears leave my eyes again, but they are caused by how hard I am laughing.

" I miss your laughter"

" I miss your cheesy jokes"

" I miss you. I love you, y/n"

"I love you too, babe. Are you saying goodbye?"

" For now. I'll call later okay."

" Yeah, okay. "

" Goodbye, bubba, be good for mama, but give your uncle hell okay"

He gets some baby babble in return and he smiles at me winking before we end the call.

His mom offers me a tight hug and the movie is playing again. Dakota is now sitting on a blanket on the floor with his new toys scattered around him and I am beside him to avoid him falling over. Another knock is heard from the door and Scott moves to answer it this time, joking to my son about it being from his other godfather. I am too focused on my son to notice the room get deathly quiet, even the movie is off now.

" Y/n, this one is for you" Scott anounces, moving infront if me, with a small red jewelry box in his hand.

" What?" I question, feeling frozen in shock. It's clearly the size that a ring would come in but it couldn't be...

Scott opens it to reveal a...

Peice if paper:

SAY YES

" What?" I ask again.

" I... I don't.."

" Just say yes, sweetheart"

I know that voice. I turn around, only to be met with my handsome baby daddy, knelt on one knee, with a shiney diamond perched between his fingers.

"Y/n, marry me?"

......

What? Oh, what did I say?

What do you think?

Chris Evans asked me to marry him, of course I said YES!!

#x reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagines #marvel x reader

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writing-good-vibes · 2 years

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um. obviously the correct one is "i knew you had a christmas spirit but this is ridiculous" with Charles Lee Ray.

my first request from you! I'm so excited!

ahh bug !! thank you so much for requesting 🎄 !! my sincerest apologies that i got to this so late, things are *stares into the middle distance* right now, but i wanted this to be a good one for you !! but here we are, chucky. i love him but he's nothing is not a grouchy asshole sometimes. 💖

"Oh fuck," Chucky groans when he opens the door. You're slouched on the couch with the tin of Christmas cookies propped on your stomach as you stared blankly at the TV screen, some old war film.

"What?" you ask, you can't even be happy at his return, even after all this time. You don't move.

"What the fuck is all this?" he grits out. Gesturing offhandedly at the tree in the corner, the tinsel still draped around the window that is wet with winter condensation.

"The Christmas decorations," you shrug, biting into another Christmas cookie, "What does it look like?"

"Christ," he grumbles, hanging his coat on the hook by the door and making his way to the kitchen. You hear him sigh in heavy irritation when he realises the fridge is more or less empty. Not even a single beer left. "I'll rephrase, why the fuck is all this shit still up? I knew you had a Christmas spirit, but this is ridiculous."

"Chucky, don't start with me," you turn his words around on himself, words he's said so often to you when he's been in a rotten mood and you made the mistake of talking 'too much'. You gesture at him as he circles around the couch to look at you, "You don't get to start with me, not now. Not today."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" he snarls, standing between you and the TV.

Sitting up, elbows on your knees as you lean forward on the couch "It means, I can do whatever I want in this goddamn apartment if you're just gonna swan off as and when you feel like it!"

He looks at you, doesn't even say anything just gives you that thousand-mile stare of his, eyes wide and angry in the dim light of the apartment.

"You gonna apologise?" you venture.

"Me? What the fuck for?"

"For leaving me, you self-absorbed asshole!"

"I was gone for a week! Barely a week."

"You missed New Year, Chucky," you can feel your voice start to break, straining around his name.

He looks at you in disbelief again, "What?"

"New Year. It was New Year's Eve two days ago and you didn't even bother to come home."

"All this, your fucking panties in a twist, because I didn't sing fucking Auld Lang Syne with you?"

"It's not just that, is it?" you mutter, collapsing back onto the couch and leaning forward again, face shielded by your hands. "You - You think you can just mess me around and not tell me where you are, just because, because..." You trail off; you don't know why he does it.

"Babe," he sighs, scrunching his brow in frustration, the previous spark of anger suddenly extinguished.

"I'm being stupid, I know," you wave him away as he tries to put a hand on your shoulder.

Chucky takes the hint and, instead, sits beside you, leaning back and throwing his arm over the back of the couch. "You're not. I - I didn't realise you cared so much, about all this festive shit."

"I never was, not until I had someone to spend it with," you shrug. "I dunno, I just... thought you'd be here."

"New Year's Eve, y'know, it's just another day. We can celebrate tonight, if you really want."

You turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean it, you wanna go out bar-hopping, fine by me. Party here, just you and me? Whatever you want."

As always, you knew you were going to forgive him. You shouldn't, he didn't deserve it, but you were going to anyway. Like you always did.

"Really?" you ask, leaning back so his arm over the back of the couch could fall onto your shoulders if he wanted it too.

For once he took the hint. "Really."

#charles lee ray x reader #charles lee ray #brad dourif #bug !! im so sorry this came so late !!#but thank you so much for requesting !!#i did have something more christmassy at first in the draft but as time passed i was like.. new year it is #and it turned way more angsty than i intended #these all got p short and unfulfilled this winter season rip #but #i hope you enjoy anyway

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sugdenlovesdingle · 2 years

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I didn't have the energy to write something for Aaron's birthday yesterday because Pfizer has been kicking my ass the past few days, so have a morning after Aaron's birthday ficlet instead.

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Aaron groaned when the blaring of his ringtone woke him up way too early.

He was warm and comfy and the last thing he wanted was to deal with whoever was calling.

He turned around and ignored it, waiting for the noise to stop.

Only as soon as it did, it seemed to start again.

He grabbed his phone off the nightstand to turn it off but then saw who was calling.

"Hey."

"Don't hey me, I am your mother and I've been worried sick!"

Aaron moved the phone away from his ear and put it on speaker, hoping that would be easier on his head. And his hangover.

"Worried? Why?"

"Maybe because you disappeared off the face of the earth a month ago and I can't ever get a hold of you?!"

"I didn't disappear. I sent you a Christmas card."

"Yeah one with happy holidays printed inside that you wrote love, Aaron in."

"What else should I have put then?" Aaron sighed.

"I don't know, maybe where you are, if you're ok, when you're coming back?"

"You know I'm not coming back, mum. Not any time soon."

"And on top of all that, I can't even get a hold of you on your birthday!" Chas continued, ignoring him. "Where are you? What did you do yesterday?"

"Nothing really. Adam and I went out for drinks in town."

"Drinks in town? What town? And did that take up your entire day that you couldn't find the time to talk to your mother on your birthday?"

Aaron sighed and realised his mum yelling at him wasn't any better on speaker.

"Sorry for not answering..." he started, "Adam surprised me and I didn't have time to charge my phone and it died on me. I only managed to charge it when we got home. I was planning on calling you today."

Chas sighed, apparently tired of yelling.

"Did you at least have a nice birthday?" she asked softly.

Aaron stretched and smiled when he looked beside him.

"Yeah, yeah it was a really good day."

"Good. I'm glad." Chas told him. "But I still miss you. Can't you tell me where you are? I could come visit. Nobody is going to assume I'm going to see Adam too."

"No, mum, I can't do that. It's too dangerous for everyone. You need to be there for Eve. She needs her mum, I can take care of myself."

Chas huffed.

"I don't like this. Not even being able to give you a hug and your present on your birthday..."

"It's fine mum. I've got everything I need right here." Aaron said and happily accepted the kiss pressed to his lips.

"What was that noise?"

"What noise?" Aaron asked innocently, trying to keep his voice from breaking as the kisses moved from his lips to his neck and chest.

"Is someone there with you? Did you meet someone?"

"I have to go, mum. Happy new year. Tell everyone I said hello. We'll talk soon. Bye." he ended the call and chucked his phone back on the nightstand and turned around in bed. "You're impossible."

"It's been said."

Aaron laughed and kissed the lips he loved so much.

"Your mum probably thinks you and Adam finally realised you're meant to be more than friends."

"Please don't talk about Adam like that." Aaron scrunched up his face in mild disgust. "Though teenage me would have been very happy with that at one point."

"Well I'm glad you came to your senses in the end."

"Came to my senses and married you, you mean?"

"Obviously." Robert said with a grin, making Aaron laugh.

He ran his hand through the other man's hair and pulled him down for another kiss.

"I'm glad you're here."

"Me too. Though I still don't know how Adam did it."

"I don't know either.” Aaron replied. “I got here about a month ago and he asked me what I wanted for Christmas and my birthday."

"And you said you wanted me?" Robert asked amused.

"No. I said I didn't want anything. And then he said he'd think of something and then yesterday there you were."

"Hmm. Here I am."

"Yeah." Aaron smiled and pulled Robert closer. “And I’m never letting you go again.”

#robron #robron fic #robert sugden #aaron dingle #my writing

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junko-and-riri-domain · 3 years

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❦ 11 pm 2/14/2X | l.hs

❦ genre: lee heeseung x reader, valentine’s day fic, fluff

❦ warnings: none

❦ note:

semi-established relationship in that heeseung & reader have met/known each other before iland & enhypen’s debut which is why the storyline starts in the year 201X

this is one of 7 vday fics

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[12.24.201X]

As you let out a sigh while staring at the screen of your laptop, you checked the time on the upper right corner to see that it was nearing the closing time of BH Cafe, the cafe you frequented practically daily. Just a few hours earlier you were surrounded by people who were on dates or spending time with their family. Now, you were left sitting alone and the only other person was Heeseung. Heeseung was a barista who worked at BH Cafe, the reason you liked being here on the days that he worked was because he never told you to leave when closing time was nearing. Instead, he’d start cleaning while singing a song or while dancing. You usually needed a comfortable place to study for exams or just do your homework which was what BH Cafe became for you ever since you found out of its existence. Heeseung let you stay past closing time and since you weren’t with anyone during the Christmas season, you were glad to have a place of comfort. You shut your laptop and packed up everything getting ready to leave when,

“Y/n,” you heard from a slight distance behind you. You were met with Heeseung who had a to-go cup in one hand and a bag in the other.

“Hey,” you answered. He handed you the cup and the bag,

“Take it,” he said.

“What’s it for?” you asked, unsure as to why he was giving you whatever it was that was in the bag and the cup.

“For you.” Well obviously if you’re handing it to me, you wanted to say with a roll of your eyes but instead,

“Thanks?” It was more of a question than a statement if anything but you weren’t exactly going to refuse a gift from someone. With a smile,

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” you replied as you made your way outside. On your way home, you took a sip of the drink Heeseung gave you and realized that it was your favorite drink. When you got home, the bag had a box full of BH Cafe desserts which you knew wasn’t exactly cheap. Smiling to yourself without realizing it, you took a bite of one of the cupcakes which surprisingly stayed undamaged. Now you had to get Heeseung a gift in return as a thank you.

[1.03.201X]

Since Christmas Eve, you hadn’t returned to BH Cafe because you visited your family for the New Year. While at your family’s place, you and a few of your cousins went to the mall to hangout. There, you bought a tie-dye shirt you thought would look good on Heeseung. Once you got to the cafe, Heeseung was at the register and greeted you with a smile.

“Your usual, y/n?” he asked.

“Mhm, also this is for you,” you said as you set the bag on the register.

“What’s it for?”

“For you,” you replied earning a light chuckle from him.

Throughout the rest of the year, you and Heeseung’s relationship of only knowing each other’s names turned into a friendship where the two of you would sometimes pull all-nighter’s at BH Cafe. Some days, he’d help you study for an upcoming test while other days you watched him perform for you. You could tell that Heeseung’s dream of becoming an idol was one he was completely serious about and you gladly voiced your support for him. When March came along, you noticed a slight shift in Heeseung.

[3.05.1X]

“You ok?” you asked, taking a sip of your drink as you glanced over to Heeseung who was sitting across from you. It was currently 1 am but you probably weren’t leaving anytime soon.

“I should be happy for my friends but if I’m being honest, I’m jealous,” he said.

“About what?”

“I’ve been training with a group that debuted today, well, yesterday technically,” he answered. You had heard of a group debuting, tomorrow x together, and their new songs were playing just earlier.

“You’ll get there, Heeseung. I know you will because you have the talent and drive.” To yourself, you made a note that you’d support him for however long the two of you would know each other.

[5.21.2X]

Since tomorrow x together’s debut, Heeseung only pushed himself harder when training and started performing in front of you more often. The late am air while Heeseung sang and you listened while studying with your favorite drink became moments that the two of you shared with feelings that couldn’t be replicated with anyone else. You and Heeseung weren’t exactly a thing but one thing started becoming clear.

You were starting to catch feelings, or maybe you already caught feelings but it was now that you realized it. You were at the cafe one day during lunch and Heeseung was on his lunch break so he sat with you.

“Y/n,” he said with a smile, unable to contain his excitement.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“I think I’ll debut soon, I’m gonna be part of a show called i-land.”

“I-land?” you question. He explained everything about it, how it was a survival group where 7 guys would debut after global votes. You were excited for him, of course you were, but at the same time, you knew that this was probably one of the last few times that you’d see Heeseung before his entire life changed.

And you were right.

Before Heeseung embarked on his journey to i-land, the two of you continued your late nights up together but you were mentally preparing yourself for his absence in your life. When you watched Heeseung’s appearance on i-land, his outfit was one you didn’t expect. He was wearing the tie-dye shirt you gifted him on 1/03/1X. You supported him throughout the course of i-land and voted at him innumerable times when global voting came around. Surprisingly, he didn’t forget you and texted you while he could and wearing the shirt that had gotten a label as his “one outfit.”

[2.14.2X]

It was the first Valentine’s Day after enhypen’s debut and you were at BH Cafe, going over notes for an upcoming test. You were surrounded by couples who were out on a date and found yourself missing Heeseung despite how the two of you weren’t a thing, it wasn’t wrong to miss someone’s presence was it? It was getting late, and was around 11 pm when people started clearing out of the cafe, and you were left to yourself. “Let Me In” started playing through the speakers and you were humming along when suddenly,

“Neeemo,” you heard someone sing. Looking up wide-eyed, you were met with Heeseung standing there with a smile.

“Heeseung?” you asked despite his obvious presence.

“I was hoping you’d be here.”

“You were, why?”

“I know it’s kind of late, but it’s still technically Valentine’s Day so will you be my Valentine?” You sat there, blinking trying to process Heeseung’s words. At 11 pm on 2/14/2X, Lee Heeseung was asking you out?

“How would that even work, how would we even go on a date? Are you crazy?”“This, right here, is our date,” he said as he sat across from you.

“You’re seriously saying that right now I’m on a Valentine’s date with Lee Heeseung?”

“Only if you want to be.” The two of you spent the rest of the night at BH Cafe, catching up with each other while settling back into the comfortable space that only Heeseung could give you and comfort you with.

|❦ end of story, written by riri ❦|

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nuggetstappen · 2 years

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Hehe, playdate of Nyxon's and Cai's, the first face-to-face conversation of Max and Lewis and a "small" New Year's Eve special (5k words), coming!

Since the shop had opened, many hours have passed and Max's currently ringing up the last customer, an elderly woman from an obviously higher class with the nicest attitude and understanding towards Max and Nyxon.

"Is this all for today, Miss Notlimah?" the Dutch packs her flowers and hands over the little bag with the plants and looks over to the entrance of the shop where Nyxon and Bear are hiding; big ferns and monsteras concealing them from unsuspecting customers, or that's what Max wants them to think, as he can clearly see them hiding.

"Yes, that would be all for today, Max. And a very merry Christmas to you two" Miss Notlimah smiles and walks to the door to exit the shop when she felt a gentle tuck on her pants. Looking down, she sees a fidgeting Nyxon and a very confused Bear looking at her.

"Granny, will Santa come and visit mommy, Bear, Jimmy, Sassy and me? We were really good this whole year but the snow still hasn't arrived. Does Santa not like us?" The child starts to get teary-eyed, alarming both adults and the small pup beside him.

"Oh? Why wouldn't Santa visit you and your small family? From what I know about you, you were the best baby your mommy could think of, am I wrong? And I'm sure Santa only forgot to send the snow elves because he was so busy preparing the presents of every child in the world."

"Or maybe his machine broke again like we watched on TV and he has to repair it first before sending us the snow?" Max walks up to his son and kneels down, embracing him and gently stroking down his back, knowing how much Nyxon loves snow during winter.

"Promise?" Nyxon mumbles into Max's shirt, clutching the fabric tightly in his little hands and hiding his face in the comforting scent of his mommy's.

"I promise Santa will send the elves to bring the snow and hasn't forgotten about us, I promise."

With that, Miss Notlimah leaves the shop quietly for the two Verstappen's to calm down a little bit before deciding it's time to finally meet Cai and his father at the park.

"Baby, can you please get Bear's leash while I'm getting our clothes?"

Nyxon looks up to Max, small dark blue eyes seeking out the light blue eyes of his mother and with a big smile and the words "I'm a big boy, so please rely on me, momma!" Nyxon runs off to get Bear's leash, leaving Max alone with their clothes.

»Should I ask Sebastian about his presents again? I don't want him to spend hundreds again for Nyxon.«

"Mommy, we need help," a whining Nyxon stands behind Max, leash tangled up around his small body and Bear panting softly.

After helping Nyxon with the leash and getting dressed, the three Verstappens walk out of the shop with Max locking the door and taking Nyxon's free hand to warm it up and a small backpack filled with vegan lunch on Max's back.

The walk to the park is filled with laughter on the part of Nyxon's, caused by a happily jumping Bear on his leash and Max's soft tickles on Nyxon's sides.

Since the incident, Max tries his best to provide Nyxon with the happiest life without a father and grandfather, always getting criticized by strangers when Nyxon refers to him as "mommy" or "momma".

They don't know how much Max struggles under their harsh glares directed at him, how much he fought for his name not to be associated with his father's anymore and how proud he is of his baby to show them all a big smile, despite the mean, and with mean Max means gory and cruel, comments they dropped onto him because of his scars. "Mommy isn't at fault!" he'd always defend Max, showing off his scars like trophies and claiming he fought a bad guy to save his mommy, which he sort of did.

Arriving at the park, Max spots their usual bench being occupied by another man with his son, at least he thinks it's a father and a son, and Max squints to see if the child is Cai, which he is.

"Do you want to greet Cai?" he looks to Nyxon who's standing with Bear next to him, slightly shivering and Max had to bite his lips to prevent himself from smiling.

His son can be cute sometimes, excited to meet his friend but scared by meeting the father. He often lived through the moments of parents pulling back their children because of Nyxon's scars, hurting and scaring the poor boy in the end.

"Mama, mag ik daar echt heen? Wat als hij me niet mag en Cai verbiedt me te zien? Ik vind Cai echt leuk..." Nyxon starts to whimper in Dutch, knowing well how hard it is to understand for english speaking people.

(Translation: "Mommy, can I really go there? What if he doesn't like me and forbids Cai to see me? I really like Cai...")

"Natuurlijk mag je schat. Ik weet zeker dat hij je al leuk vindt als Cai zo blij en opgewonden is om weer met je te spelen," Max combs his hand through Nyxon's neatly made hair and smiles, knowing that his efforts go to waste as soon as Nyxon and Cai start to play, run and to tumble.

(Translation: "Of course, you can baby. I'm sure he already likes you when Cai is so happy and excited to play with you again.")

Now happy, Nyxon starts to run to Cai, Bear following him and before one of their parents could react, both boys and dogs start to sprint away, hiding away in a small group of bigger bushes and leaving behind their parents.

Seeing the man standing up, Max walks up to him and stops dead in his tracks afterwards. The man is stunning!

If Max had to describe him, he would probably be too mesmerised by the rich brown skin, warm brown eyes and beautiful braided hair. "Are you Nyxon's father, Mister Verstappen?"

»Oh god, he also has a nice voice.«

»Man, this man really looks good. No wonder why Cai wanted us to talk to each other.«

"Yes, I'm Mister Verstappen, but please call me Max, since our children are playing with each other right now."

A hand is presented to Lewis and with an innocent smile, the Brit takes the hand and kisses it in an old-fashioned way, causing a soft blush to decorate Max's cheeks and a shy smile to appear.

"It's my pleasure to meet you, Mister Max Verstappen. Please call me Lewis then."

"Lewis Hamilton?" Max tries to pronounce, only to have a slight lisp on the s, causing Lewis to chuckle fondly.

"Yes, Lewis Hamilton-"

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I think I heard your name before."

Panic surges through Lewis, had he just blown his disguise? Is Max going to be disappointed or disgusted by him having a child?

"You're normally busy."

Flabbergasted, Lewis looks at Max, unable to say something to the Dutchman who just said the words others use as an insult while talking about him and Cai.

"What do you mean with that?" the Brit sighs and already readies himself to be insulted.

"What I mean? Well-"

"Mommy!" Nyxon runs up to them and grabs Max's hand, tears gathered in his eyes and lip slightly trembling. "Cai viel en huilt en bloedt!"

(Translation: "Cai fell and cried and bleeds!")

Without wasting time, Max grabs Lewis' hand and runs after Nyxon, who runs pretty fast for his young age while Lewis doesn't understand what's wrong, except that his son's name was mentioned and that Nyxon seems shocked about that.

Arriving at the spot Nyxon and Cai played at, Lewis pales. Cai sits on the ground and fat tears fall down his cheeks with his left pant leg open and blood oozing out.

"How did that happen?" Max calmly asks Cai and kneels next to him, his backpack put on the ground and opened.

"W-we played and I wanted to c-climb," Cai sniffles and snuggles up to Lewis who started to gently stroke his back.

"Let me guess, you climbed pretty high and couldn't get down?" Max smiles and gets out a small bottle of water and some tissues while eyeing the bloody part carefully.

A nod follows from Cai and with hiccups interrupting him, he tries to explain the incident again.

"I wanted to have the big leaf up there but we couldn't get it," he points at a higher hanging leaf and both adults had to smile, knowing how much these simple things fascinate children.

"You could have asked us to help you, you know? Now we have you bleeding and your papa surely worries now," Max explains and gently taps the wetted tissue on the blood, trying to get rid of the blood and dirt and to see the real damage.

"Daddy can't worry! Not his fault!"

Lewis couldn't believe his eyes and ears, a stranger (or at least a stranger to him) talks with his son and Cai even reacts in the most protective way towards Lewis. Had he ever witnessed such things?

And while they talked and calmed down Cai, Nyxon rummaged through the backpack, pulling out a small package of bandaids and even a first-aid kit, giving it to Max and smiling at Cai who looked terrified.

"Cai, look!" the toddler distracts Cai with the different designs on the band-aid while the adults cleaned the wound and look at it, trying to figure out if it's really bad or not.

"Mister Max, can I have this bandy, please?" they get interrupted by Cai showing a bandaid with small dinosaurs and dragons on it, causing both parents to cooe.

"Of course Cai, but you have to promise to hold still while I put on your bandy, okay?"

"I promise!" Cai beams and giggles when his papa kissed his face and Max could apply the bandaid without complications.

"That wasn't an expected outcome of the playdate," Max laughs while eating one of the vegan cookies Nyxon and he baked while holding Nyxon on his lap, who also eats a cookie he not-so-secretly shares with Bear.

"Can we somehow repay you?" both Verstappens hear Lewis ask and look at him in shock. "It's not your fault, Lewis. It's the nature of children to play and to get hurt sometimes. And before you say something like "Cai normally doesn't cry when he gets hurt", let me say it - Cai probably cried not only because it hurt due to the dirt, but also because of the shock. He fell down some height and hurt himself in the process, which is totally normal for children his age. The only thing a parent can do after something like this is a small talk and cuddles."

A small smile appears on Lewis' lips and they talk a little bit longer, Nyxon and Cai also talk amongst themselves and the dogs running around, until the sun slowly sets and both young boys start to cry softly.

"I don't want to go!" Cai cried and hugged and also crying Nyxon, who looks at Max like he'd hurt him if they go now.

"Can we celebrate Christmas together, please?" Nyxon looks at Lewis, eyes extra big to coax him into allowing them to celebrate together.

"I'm sorry Nyxon, but Cai and I are already celebrating Christmas with our family," he apologises and thinks about it for some time.

"But if your papa agrees to it, we can celebrate New Year's Eve together?"

"You don' have to ask me," Max agrees with a laugh, loving the cheers of his son and Cai and also feeling good with the fond expression Lewis now has.

Maybe their sons are angels, sent to bring them together despite the shit they went through.

December 31st, New Year's Eve's almost there and Lewis feels nervous. After the day at the park, Max and he had texted a lot, talking about the plans for New Year's Eve and how they should dress.

When Max asked if it's okay for him when Max comes in a dress, his heart pounded hard. He heard about some men loving to wear dresses and always wanted to see Nico in a dress back then, but the German never liked the idea of him in "feminine" clothes.

So when max asked, Lewis almost immediately said yes and added a small "only if you really want to and feel comfortable, of course! I don't want to pressure you in some way". Gosh, he feels like a teen again.

"Daddy, why are you looking at the mirror again?" Cai comes into his bedroom, dressed in a smaller version of Lewis' outfit, with the only difference that his suit doesn't have the lace on the leg.

His small space buns have loose strands hanging out of them and his smile is brighter than Lewis has ever seen it be.

"I'm just nervous, do you think I look good?" he turns around and looks into Cai's eyes, hoping to get some sort of reaction from him.

"Why do you want to look good?" Cai grins and runs out with a laugh, enjoying teasing his father with his obvious crush on Max.

"You little cheeky monkey you!" he laughs and chases after his son, only stopping when he hears the doorbell ringing, causing him to stop dead in his tracks and to call Cai before walking to the door, opening it to feel like his heart just exploded.

At the door stand Max and Nyxon, both in dresses and with similar hairstyles and gosh, Lewis really is a lucky man, isn't he?

"I hope we aren't too late or too early," Max greets him and with the blush of the cold weather, he looks fantastic, giving Lewis all the more reasons as to why he fell for-

»Wait, what, I fell for him?! Since when-«

"Nyxon!" Cai runs up to Nyxon and hugs him, causing them both to land on the floor with happy faces. "I wanna show you what Santa got me! Daddy, can we go up to my room, please?"

"Of course, you can, just make sure you're down here when we call for dinner, okay?" With that, both boys run upstairs, leaving alone their parents, who just stare at each other, unable to move away from the door.

"You look good, handsome," Max smiles and brings Lewis out of his hazy mind, causing a bright blush to appear on his cheeks because of the nickname he missed at first.

"And you look stunning if I'm allowed to say so," he retorts, happy to be the cause of the next blush on Max's face, who now steps inside the house, unable to suppress a soft shudder when the warmth finally envelopes him.

"Is it okay if I walk around in high heels?"

"I'm not someone to deny you. What would you like to drink?" Lewis guides him through the first floor, noting how Max prefers to look at the pictures of him and Cai over beautiful landscapes and another warm feeling bubbles up inside of him.

"Depends on the choices I have, what do you have for me to possible pick?"

With that, they walk inside the small but rich storeroom of Lewis', discussing possible combinations of wines and the dishes.

"Cai, look! They seem to like each other!" Nyxon whispers to the younger boy while watching the adults talking from the staircase.

They had snuck out of Cai's room when they heard Max laughing at a flustered Lewis and sat down ever since, wanting to know if their parents get along.

"Do you think we'll be brothers?" Cai yawned and looked at the projected time on the small part of the wall over the staircase. He might not be able to read the clock, yet, but he knows that it's still some time until New Year's Eve.

"I hope so. Your dad looks like a good story reader if I have to be honest." "And your mom seems to give really good hugs!"

They laugh and cuddle up, tired from playing in Cai's room for hours now (actually, it's been an hour and a half in reality, but don't tell them) and falling asleep afterwards, only to be woken up by Max.

"Good evening the two of you," he grins and picks them up gently, before walking down the stairs and into the kitchen where Lewis still stands in front of the oven, pulling a slight face.

"What's wrong?" Max puts down the two boys and walks up to Lewis, only to have a spoon in front of him. "I don't know, but the taste isn't the right one," the Brit sighs and lets him taste.

After a while, Max beams and laughs lightheartedly. "You forgot the salt."

Both laugh and their sons have to grin, giving the other a silent high five and sitting down at the table, unable to hide their happiness.

"Where are we seeing the fireworks this year, daddy?" Cai looks at Nyxon and feels baffled when the other seemed confused about what they're talking about, even Max looks confused.

"You're not lighting the fireworks?" the Dutchman had to ask, unable to understand the situation.

Only when Lewis smiled lightly and turned around to face him to explain it does it make sense.

"Cai's mother and I used to light it up together, but at Cai's first New Year's Eve, a small firework flew into our collection and lit up everything, causing Cai to cry for the rest of the night. And even now, he sometimes cries when it's lit up too close to him or too loud."

The Verstappens nod in understanding; they had heard about things like that to happen.

Not liking the atmosphere, Nyxon pouts and asks: "where are we watching then?"

Everyone could practically see how the tension in Lewis' shoulders vanish and with a grateful smile, he turns around. "Well, I thought about on the rooftop of my company building, since my company organised a fireworks show this year."

"Is Uncle Val coming too?!" Cai shouts happily, having talked about Valtteri with Nyxon a lot of times now.

"I think so, and I also think that he'll bring other uncles with him too."

"What uncles?"

"Maybe Uncle Lando, Uncle Seb and Mick, Uncle Kimi and more."

"Yay! Nyxon, have you heard!?" the younger boy envelopes Nyxon in a discussion about which uncle is the best, giving their parents time alone again.

"I almost forgot that we share some friends," Max took some tableware and placed it on the table, focusing on Lewis all the while.

"Mn, it's actually nice to see them again after years, to see how much has changed."

"You haven't changed much after what Valtteri had said," Max walks back to Lewis, looking at the steady movement of Lewis' hand.

"And from what I have heard, you changed the most. From a school delinquent to a loving mother."

"Delinquent? Since when was I labelled as such?" Max laughed and had to use Lewis to stand tall and not to fall from laughing.

"Since you took drugs, drank alcohol on an hourly base and even broke into some stores?"

"Oh, you mean my rebellion against my father!" he cries out laughing, now putting almost all of his weight on Lewis who's even more confused by now.

"I only did these things to be disowned by that unlikeable man and it worked, well, it almost worked if he hadn't cleared my name multiple times."

"You don't have to talk more about it if you don't want to, you know?" Lewis looks back at the boys who have moved to the attached living room to wait until the dinner really is ready.

"Nah, I wanna come clean and leave behind the past in 2021. I'm sure you know the Verstappen Industries, as it used to be your biggest rival, right?"

"Yeah, they were even bigger than I was and now, they're like dead, why?"

"Well, my father runs that company and wanted to pass it on to me, but I refused. Why should I want that stupid thing when I was pregnant back then?"

Lewis chokes, not seeing that coming. "Excuse me, what?! You're a son of Jos'!?"

His question's rewarded with laughter from Max, who apparently didn't care about Lewis' poor eardrums. "Yes, I'm one child of that bastard."

"How did you hide that fact all these years?"

"Well, it wasn't that hard, you know? All I had to do was to be the complete opposite of him, which I already was, but with a little bit more aggression sprinkled into my actions, and boom, no one thought of me as a Verstappen anymore. Anyways, he wanted me to inherit the whole company but due to my unexpected pregnancy with my ex, I couldn't take over and told him no, my sister could have done that and it would have been better for the company, but no, this old froock didn't believe me and tried to force me into that business, which also led Nyxon to have the scars on his face and the sperm donor of mine to land in jail for some time."

"So that was the reason for Jos to be jailed? Child abuse?"

"Just abuse, are you crazy?! He tried to kill my baby on his third birthday and even had the audacity to tell the judge that without him, I would have become big in this business. But now we're free from him. He isn't allowed anywhere near us and is even forbidden to get into contact with us, which is the best thing that could have happened to Nyxon."

»Huh, so Jos isn't the good guy he claimed to be? Could be useful.«

They talked a little longer until the dinner was ready for real. Nyxon and Cai didn't have to be called as they were already coming and together, they ate until all were full and satisfied, giving Lewis and Max the perfect opportunity to bring their boys to bed.

"Will you be here when we wake up again?" Nyxon asks Lewis while Max holds his baby's hand, trying to keep his eyes open and hair tidy but failing.

"Of course, Nyxon. Now sleep, please," Lewis pats his head gently, feeling fond of the boy who also holds Cai's hand close to him.

"Can you please protect my baby in your sleep? He needs a big brother."

"Cai will never be alone when I'm here," Nyxon yawns and falls asleep, body turning to Cai and both snuggling up and snoring softly.

The picture of them in a small cuddled-up ball with Cai's biggest stuffed animals on their backs and blankets shaped around them like a nest is just too cute, Lewis had to take a picture to-

A small flash scares him and surprised, he turns around, only to see a grinning Max holding up his phone. "Gotcha," he winks and walks out silently, although he still wears the high heels.

»How often does he wear these to walk this silently?!«

Now that both of their sons are asleep, both of them start to clean up the kitchen before sitting down on the big couch of Lewis', turning on the TV and starting some random show but let us be honest, they only want some sort of noise in the background while they talk.

"Say," Lewis begins and looks around them, catching Max's attention, "how do you feel about men wearing make-up?"

"It's normal in my perspective. Even celebrities use light make-up to cover up some things to look perfect, why do you ask?"

"Well, I have noticed that Nyxon looked hesitant during our first encounter and from what I have witnessed afterwards, he seems to be insecure about his scars, right?"

A sigh comes as an answer and Lewis looks at Max, seeing the younger man having a hanging head and closed eyes before a nod comes.

"People always comment on that."

"What would be if we decorate them with a little bit of fireworks-themed make-up to let him know that these scars don't define beauty?"

"You really have a way with words, but yeah, that could work for him, but what about Cai? Won't he feel excluded?"

Lewis goes quiet, trying to find a way to include his son; he knows Cai hates make-up like the worst disease.

"I don't know how. He hates make-up since he's been a child, so I'm not too sure about make-up, but he loves stuffed animals, so what can we do about it?"

They sit there, thinking. Roscoe walks up to them, Bear following him and they both sit by their owners' feet. Lewis almost forgot about the younger dog, although he's a giant for his age.

"Does he have some New Year's Eve themed stuffed animal?"

"Not that I know, but we have paper." "Paper? Oh, to make a small New Year's Eve hat!"

Together, they laugh and start to craft hats for the stuffed animals and for themselves, spending almost two hours crafting and throwing confetti at each other.

At one point, they even started to play fight for a paper streamer until they were tangled up in them, causing both to fall onto the ground.

Laughing hardly, they look into each other's eyes, feeling disconnected from the world around them.

"Weet je, je bent eigenlijk mijn type. Helder van geest, puur van hart en gewoon de perfecte vader," Max whispers and Lewis swore the other just put him under a spell with the soft voice of his, the beautiful blue eyes and just every centimeter of his body.

"I have no clue what you said, but I suppose it's something good, seeing as you're blushing," Lewis tries his luck and is rewarded with a deepening blush from Max.

Just when they thought it would be just them, a small vibration rips them apart - only an hour until the new year begins.

"Can you wake up the boys?" Lewis entangles them and stands up, reading himself to drive to his company, which isn't that far away.

"Sure, just be ready for an awesome year," Max winks and runs up, amazing Lewis in the process and waking up the boys from their nap.

"Mommy, is it already time?" Nyxon wakes up first, rubbing his eyes and looking at Max like destroyed an entire dream of his, which he actually did.

"Baby, we need to drive to Lewis' company to watch the fireworks, remember?"

"FIREWORKS!" Cai wakes up now and shoots up, bolting through the door and leaving behind baffled Verstappens, who follow him.

The drive to Lewis' company was filled with laughter from the boys, occasional giggles from Max and fond smiles from Lewis.

Nyxon's scars are decorated by delicately drawn fireworks from Max and Lewis, s funny looking heart by Cai and two paw prints on either cheek by Roscoe and Bear, while Cai has a paper crown with the words "DADDY'S NEW YEAR'S KING CAI" on it and his dragon plushie with a long paper scarf with "HAPPY NEW YEAR, YOU FROOKERS" written by Max on it.

And Max and Lewis? Well, they have "DADDY" and "MOMMY" on their foreheads, knowing that some people might get confused if Nyxon and Cai refer to them in public.

Arriving at the company, the four of them hurry to the elevators, knowing fully well that time's running away and only fifteen minutes are left for them to arrive before 2022 starts.

Arriving at the top, both parents pick up their sons and walk to the other people, easily finding Valtteri and their shared friends, who all gasp at seeing Max and Lewis together.

"Am I seeing things clearly or am I already too drunk?" a young man with curly brown hair chokes on his champagne, throwing Max a knowing glance which the other replies with a bright grin.

"I don't think we have much to say, so let's celebrate New Year's Eve like it's our last!"

Cheers erupt from everyone, especially from Cai and Nyxon who celebrate their parents getting along and maybe a possible relationship between them.

Ten minutes until 2022 and a nicely dressed woman walks around with small packages, handing one to Cai but getting rejected.

"Thank you Auntie Maribelle, but I'm a big boy now," the younger had claimed with fake confidence and Nyxon just had to ask Max.

"Mama, wat zit er in deze pakjes die de vrouw net heeft gekocht?" Nyxon whispers to Max while looking at Cai, who's eye are casted downwards.

(Translation: "Mama, what's in these packages the woman just bought?")

"Dit zijn oordopjes die je gebruikt als je luide dingen als vuurwerk wilt dempen," Max answers also in whisper.

(Translation: "These are earplugs that you use when you want to mute loud things like fireworks.")

"Waarom heeft Cai ze dan afgewezen?" "Misschien omdat je ze niet gebruikt? Misschien wil hij je laten zien dat hij net zo dapper is als jij?"

(Translation: "Then why did Cai turn them down?" "Maybe because you don't use them? Maybe he wants to show you that he's just as brave as you?")

"Maar als hij bang is, hoeft hij niet te doen alsof. Ik zal wat voor ons halen." "Ik ben trots op mijn volwassen baby."

(Translation: "But if he's scared, he doesn't have to pretend. I'll get us some." "I'm proud of my grown baby.")

With that, Nyxon walks away and gets Cai and himself earplugs, creating a fond smile to appear on Max's lips when two arms encircle his waist and a chin is placed on his shoulder.

"Wanna count down together?" Lewis' whispered voice sounds like music to Max's ears and with a nod, they start to count down, giving Max enough time.

"10...9...8..."

»You can do it, Max!«

"7...6...5..."

»You have done that multiple times now, so why should you care now?«

"4...3..2..."

»That's what Nyxon and you wanted for so long, so why do you hesitate?!«

"1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

A shaky breath flees from Max's lips and before Lewis could say anything, the lips Max's cover his while cheers echo in the background.

"Gelukkig nieuwjaar, Britse idioot," he smiles once they break the kiss and with a loud boom, the fireworks begin, giving both of them and their sons a beautiful glow in the new year of 2022, marking the beginning of a new chapter.

(Edit: 5,100 words for this one. My brain hurts, but I think it was worth it. Once again Happy New Year everyone and I love you!❤❤)

#4433 #mawis #lewis hamilton #max verstappen #Single Parents AU #OC children #tumblr fanfic #I think I'm addicted-#new year's special

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strangeinternetwasteland · 3 years

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Silver Touch- Gojo x Fem! Reader

A/N: This was a Soulmate AU I did for a @konoblog-simps server collab. I did collaborate with the beautiful and talented @titanialev for the picture. This was fun to write and I hope you all enjoy.

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Word Count 2.5K

Another year down and it was a failure. Another year that ended terribly. During the Christmas season, you had heard your older family members ask when you would find your soul mate. Most of your family members that were of age had already found theirs. What was wrong with you? It drove you mad that you had a soulmate at all. Obviously, the words written on your palm gave that away. Every time you looked at them you always wondered where and when it would happen. Not knowing when you’d see, or touch them made it a lot more unbearable. Yuji, you idiot. For the umpteenth time, you read it. That perfect writing, it drove you crazy. If you had only a countdown to when you’d meet, a place, or any clue honestly it would be helpful.

Soul mate marks were taken very seriously. The soul marks were always wherever your soulmate would first touch you. The mark also contained the first words your soulmate would speak to you and glowed silver. They appeared after birth, some immediately after, as in your case. Some people were born without them and they appeared after their soulmate was born, as was your father’s case. Most people found their soulmates by the time they were 18. You being in your early 20’s hadn’t yet. This embarrassed your mother greatly, and you’re sure your father would probably disown you if you lived at home for much longer.

Your friends, who most found their mates already, would gently push you to date, so you wouldn’t be awkward when it came time to actually meet your mate. While hoping that maybe one of these people would be your soulmates. They really did mean the best for you, but even you know that wouldn’t help. You did enjoy a few people here and there but knowing your soulmate was out there still you lost interest quickly.

With your terrible New Year’s Eve date you had behind you, most people were looking forward to Valentine’s Day. It was common knowledge that more soulmates were found between the 12th and the 16th of February. You had no hope, you never really did. So when you started noticing more pink, purple, and red decorations and advertisements around town you internally gagged. It made your stomach hurt looking at all the goods sold to soulmates.

Today, though, you have a bit more energy than normal. You dressed for your errands for the day. Deciding on wearing a super thick gray sweater with jeans and a baby blue scarf to bundle against the cold winter, which quite honestly, besides black, was one of your favorite colors it had always been, but you never knew why. It didn’t make sense, but you never questioned it more than that, because when you thought about it more, you knew it was just something about it that you liked. It made you feel happy and peaceful.

After a quick look in the mirror, you grab your purse and walk out the door. All the different shades of purples, pinks, reds, and white assaulted you as you walked by the many stores. Today, you were stopping by the pharmacy to pick up some headache medicine. After walking in and audibly groaning at the terrible displays of cheap displays of love you decided you were going to treat yourself to (your favorite hot beverage) to help combat the cold.

Just across the street was your favorite place to get (beverage of choice). The people were always very kind and friendly, and if you wanted to be honest, you liked that they knew you by name here. You didn’t always order the same thing every time, but since the events of the past few months left you embittered, you were going to go with your most favorite, and comforting drink. The familiar scent of coffee and tea filled your nose as you inhaled deeply feeling calmer than you were outside. Standing in line for a moment, the sweet blonde barista, Lorelie, greeted you.

“Hello Y/N! How are you doing today? What can I get started for you?” She chirped happily, and that familiar greeting, whether it was her or anyone else working always left you feeling like you belonged here.

“I am doing well, Lorelie, I hope you’ve been doing alright. Can I please get a large (name of a favorite hot beverage)?” You smiled back trying to sound as happy as Lorelie did. You couldn’t help but feel like her warmth was infectious.

“Sure thing! I’ll bring it to you when it’s ready.” Lorelie said automatically. A small gesture that you always appreciated. You looked around the little shop while many were covered with Soulmates ads and gifts, here there was very little mentioned. Frankly, you were happy this place was void of any such nonsense. After a few moments, Lorelie came walking up with your order and a treat. Of course, it was a brownie. She always seemed to give you little moments of happiness. You thank her and start leaving the little shop.

As you walk out, a handsome man with white hair holds the door for you, with a smile. It usually wouldn’t bother you but he had a mask over his eyes. How did he know where he was going? You were lost in your thoughts and not paying attention to another man who came running behind you. He seemed to not notice you at all. When he crashed into you, he forced you to fall forward right into the man holding the door. You felt your ankle twist forcing your scarf to fall over your face and obstruct your eyesight. You felt your beverage and brownie escape your grasp. You tried to catch yourself but felt your hand hit something fleshy and you held on for life.

Everything had happened so fast. After you decided that sitting down would be better after hurting your ankle. You pulled your scarf just enough to see. You saw the man holding the door with a frightening glare on his face. You weren’t sure if it was at you or the mess of your beverage all over his shirt.

“Oh no!” You said with dread. Looking at this mess you had made and probably could’ve avoided if you were just paying attention, you knew the shirt this man was wearing was expensive and would take a month’s pay just to replace it. The man’s face changed after you spoke. He started taking off his mask to look at you. You felt your face grow warmer and you just wanted to leave. His bright eyes never leave your face.

“Yuuji. You idiot.” He kept looking down at you. Your breath caught in your throat. You froze for a moment. Your mind and heartbeat raced. You were desperately trying to remember where you’d seen those words before. You looked down at your palm and saw the words glow silver. You then looked back at this man. The look on your face must’ve given everything away. You looked up and saw the words on his hand glowing as well. When he finally looked up at the man named Yuuji he stared at him intently .

“Where are your manners?” Your soulmate scolded Yuuji. You started trying to stand up to get out of this situation. You couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that this extremely handsome man was your soulmate.

“What? I didn’t see her.” Yuuji stated and he didn’t look the least bit concerned for you.

“Here, let me help you up.” The white-haired man held his hand out to help you up. You nervously took it and pulled yourself up. His hand was warm and was the smile he was giving you.

“My name is Gojo.” You stood as still as you could even though you felt dizzy. You felt yourself wobbling, the pain in your ankle increasing. Gojo noticed and swept you off your feet carrying you bridal style into the shop you were just leaving. He gently places you in a chair. The look of worry spreading over his face. He left you and went to ask Lorelie for some ice.

After a minute, Gojo returned and checked your ankle for any swelling, bruising, or a broken bone. His touch was soft and relaxing, he gingerly touched your ankle and noticed nothing unusual.

“It doesn’t look broken. I think perhaps you just sprained it.” He spoke softly. “I can bring you to the doctor or hospital if you’d like...Sorry I never did catch your name.”

“Oh, I am sorry, I never did say it. It’s Y/N.” You say sheepishly, noticing the color of your scarf and Gojo’s eyes are the same color. The whole world suddenly becomes a little bit brighter as you’ve come to accept that you’ve found your soulmate.

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Looking back on the last year of your life you never would’ve expected it to go so smoothly. After meeting Gojo, and the terrible incident caused by Yuuji. You and Gojo spent the day talking and getting to know one another.

After three months, Gojo decided to ask you to move in, and you gladly accepted. The first few weeks were nerve-wracking, but you both seemed to make it work. The way Gojo always seemed to be silly and playful when you didn’t want to be or weren’t in the mood made you fall harder. He would bring you flowers, or little gifts when he came back from work trips, and he would just do anything for you because he missed you.

After eight months together, he planned a small weekend getaway for the two of you since he had been working a lot. He made sure the entire trip was to your exact liking including drinks, and food. This was when you were sure you loved him, despite being soulmates. The first night there under the starry sky and a small bonfire, he proposed to you. The moment was perfect and you didn’t hesitate to let him know exactly how you felt. When you returned home, you planned your wedding. Gojo had a lot of rules for the wedding, but knowing him he probably only meant one or two of them since he loved to make you flustered.

The day of the wedding the sun shone brightly, the sky was the perfect shade of blue, and cloudless. The wind was light, and the temperature was perfect. The aroma of late spring flowers blooming softly mingled with the fresh air. In a few short hours, you were going to marry your soulmate.

You took a deep breath to gather your thoughts. Your bridesmaids were giggling as they sipped on mimosas, and chatted. You were definitely nervous, and you knew you shouldn’t be. There was a knock at the door signaling the make up artist and hair stylists arrival. Everything was coming together.

The time came for your makeup and hair to be done. You decided on wearing your hair down but softly curled, placed upon your head was a silver vine tiara made with pearls and crystals. Your make up was soft and natural, except for your lipstick, which was a Ruby to match the roses. You stared at yourself for a moment and actually felt like a queen. Your bridesmaid’s were all wearing their makeup understated as well, but all of them had their hair done in a sophisticated bun with a french braid on the side. Each one had a hair pin to match your tiara.

The dress was one that you never imagined would look good on you. It was the first one you tried and just fell in love with. It was an A-line ball gown with a small train. The bodice was a corset with the sleeves that were off the shoulder. It had a lot of lace and the bodice. Though it was a bit heavy, you knew that Gojo would absolutely die in it. The dresses for the bridesmaids were all floor length chiffon dresses that also matched the roses you chose. Seeing yourself in your dress, and the bridesmaids in their dresses you knew that this dream was going to become reality.

A knock on the door jolted you out of your thoughts and frenzied the bridesmaids. As they hush each other, your maid of honor answers the door. She talks quietly to the person on the other side for a brief moment and closes the door.

“Everyone and everything is ready,” She said quietly. You nod to her as you place your veil over your face.” You hold your bouquet of red roses in your hand and inhale deeply. You couldn’t imagine your life at this moment. From meeting your soulmate to being married to him. It all seems to have flown by in the blur of life.

You walked to your holding place. Your bridesmaids all waiting along with the groomsmen and your father. The music began and you felt like you were floating on a cloud. You couldn’t believe the overwhelming urge to cry. The voice inside your head told you that you needn’t cry because the amount of time and makeup used to make you look ‘natural’ was surreal. You took one look at your father, who normally was stoic, and expressionless. Not right now, he had tears streaming down his cheeks, and snot running down to his chin. You smiled at him. Knowing how hard giving away his only daughter would be for you, you patted his arm where yours was linked with his.

The music changed to the song you chose to walk down the aisle to. You took one last deep breath and looked ahead. The door swung open to the outside. You noticed the beautiful archway of flowers draped in the deep red roses you chose for flowers. Something you didn’t plan, and you felt your stomach flutter knowing Gojo was behind it. The walk down the aisle looked like it was going to be forever, but in reality, it was very short.You heard the ooo’s and ah’s of the guests. The quiet whispers of how beautiful you and your dress looked.

You kept your eyes locked on your soulmate. You knew that everyone would be looking at you. As is traditional but you didn’t want to ever forget this moment where you swore you saw tears in your soon to be husband’s eyes. The rest of the ceremony went rather quickly. Gojo’s vows made all the women cry, and your vows to him were sweet. You’d invite everyone to a reception following the ceremony. While the guests were guided to drinks and appetizers before a meal, you, Gojo, and your wedding party were whisked away for photos. As the photographer took pictures, your smiles never faded, the memories would last an eternity, and you couldn’t wait to see what your future held.

#Gojo x reader #soulmate au #cute and fluffy #saturo gojo #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo satoru #gojo saturo x reader #jjk gojo #jjk satoru #jjk soulmate AU

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aadmelioraa · 3 years

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Take Two

A Happiest Season Abby x Riley fic (2.4k, T)

It had been one year since Abby had left. One year since they’d called it quits. One year since their engagement was over.

And now it was Christmas time again, only this time Abby was more alone than ever.

She’d been on a few dates since they’d broken up, but no one had stuck around. Probably more her fault than theirs. It had been good to get back out there, but it still hurt to remember how things with Harper had ended.

It was a pretty big shock at the time, but looking back it had been a long time coming. Abby and Harper were on different paths and it just wouldn't have worked, no matter how much they loved each other.

“It’s not you,” Harper had insisted. “It’s me, and I’m so sorry.”

That was one of the last things Harper said to her.

They’d been talking wedding plans that morning and by evening Abby was packing her bags.

Harper had been so desperate to make her happy since they got engaged, but her constantly bending over backward wasn’t what Abby needed, and it was stressing Harper out. Neither of them was their best self together, not anymore. Rather than bringing them closer, in the end, that Christmas with the Caldwells had exposed too many rifts in the relationship to salvage.

Tagging @mego42 @endlesslychildish @arcane--soul @skittles321

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“I want you to be happy without trying so hard to satisfy the idea of me in your head. You’re such an amazing person—“ Abby had started sobbing here, “—but I can't give you what you need either.”

She’d moved out that night. Harper hadn’t accepted the breakup at first despite sort of initiating it. The conversation had lasted for hours, but eventually, she acknowledged the inevitable and left Abby alone for a few hours to pack. John, thankfully just a text away, had helped her drive everything over to his place.

It had been the second-worst night of Abby’s life.

She’d moved to Philadelphia two months later. She’d grown up there, technically, but without her parents, it didn’t really feel like coming home. New neighborhood, new apartment, new job. If that wasn’t proof she could get over it, what was? But when the holiday season came around again a lot of memories, once happy, now painful, resurfaced.

Waking up alone on Christmas Eve that year, in a word, sucked.

Abby was awake at 6:30 am for some reason. She checked her phone. She’d missed two non-emergency texts from John last night after she’d taken melatonin and passed out. He was definitely still sleeping; she’d text him back later.

She made a pot of coffee and stood in the kitchen in her pajamas wondering what she was going to do to keep herself occupied all day. John, who was living with his boyfriend in New York now, had invited her to stay the night and spend Christmas with them, but Abby wasn't sure if she was feeling up to it. She kinda wanted to sit the holiday out completely this year. She opened her phone and jumped aimlessly between the same three apps, then finally forced herself to take a shower.

At noon she decided to get dressed and go for a walk. That ought to keep her distracted enough. She put on jeans, thick socks, and her warmest sweater under her coat and started wandering.

There was nothing quite like Philly at Christmas. Still brash, loud, and occasionally vulgar but now decked to the nines with tinsel. She was glad to have new haunts to discover along with revisiting old haunts.

The snow from the previous day had turned to slush by the time the sun was at its peak, but that didn’t stop the kids in her neighborhood from spilling out into the streets to play football and tag under the grey sky. She waved at her upstairs neighbors and made a mental note to try and get to know them a little better in the new year.

It was a nice enough day. Maybe she’d head to Fairmount Park. Wherever she ended up there were sure to be plenty of frantic people coming to and fro, finishing last-minute Christmas shopping.

A wave of mixed emotions washed over her as she passed by a jeweler. Harper had given back the ring, of course. It was with John for safekeeping. Abby couldn’t return it, but it felt really weird to have it at her new place. Fresh start and all. Maybe someday she’d be ready to sell it. For now, she didn’t want to think about it.

She continued on at a brisk pace, stopping at a street cart for a lunch of falafel which she ate standing over a trash can, then continuing on.

It was after four o’clock by the time she realized how far she’d walked. Her hands had grown pretty chapped, she should probably go inside for a minute. There was a bar up ahead that looked open, and she could definitely use a drink.

It was fairly empty when she entered which made her instantly relax. She sidled up the bar and took a seat, rubbing her hands to warm them.

“Hey.” There was one bartender working, a curly-haired woman wearing a bandana headband, fitted flannel, and impeccable winged eyeliner like some kind of femme Luke Danes. “What can I get for you?”

“Vodka tonic?”

“Not feeling the Christmas spirit today, huh?” the bartender asked, grabbing the well vodka and rimming a glass with a wedge of lemon.

“Not really.”

“Yeah me neither. Anyway, name’s Gem,” the woman said, setting the cocktail down with a gentle tap. “Yell if you need anything.”

She smiled and walked to the far corner of the bar, a towel draped over her shoulder. A tall redhead and a petite girl with shoulder lengths locs raised their glasses at her.

Even if Abby wasn’t feeling it today, she’d picked a good spot.

She’d just started to feel the effects of the booze when she heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, I thought that was you.”

Startled, Abby nearly dropped her drink.

Riley, Harper’s Riley, slid onto the stool next to her.

“Hey!” Abby said, “What are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you too,” Riley laughed.

“Yeah, I mean—great, great to see you.” Abby couldn’t help from grinning. She probably looked like an idiot but she didn’t care.

“You look good,” Riley said, subtly sweeping her eyes up and down in an appreciative manner.

“Thanks, thanks.” Abby was glad she’d foregone the beanie with the hole in it. “You look good too.”

She really did. Her hair was a little shorter now, though it still framed her face perfectly. Otherwise, she looked exactly the same as when they’d met two years ago. She was wearing a black mock neck sweater and a pair of perfectly tailored wool pants. Her boots had a slight heel, not too high to be practical in an East Coast winter. The hem of her sweater pulled up a little as Riley leaned over the bar, exposing just a sliver of skin. Abby tried not to stare too obviously while she ordered a drink.

“I moved to Philly last month, to answer your question,” Riley said. “Got a fellowship at Kensington, I start in a week.”

“Oh, cool. Congrats, that’s awesome.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Riley took a sip, glancing over at Abby in a way that made her face grow slightly warm. “What have you been up to?”

“Finished the doctorate and got a job as a curator at the PMA. It’s going well. I mean, relatively.”

“Well, look at you!” Riley raised her glass. “Doctor.”

“Doctor,” Abby echoed, laughing, as she knocked her glass against Riley’s.

“Glad to hear that.” Riley took another sip of her drink and paused, mouth pulling to one side awkwardly for just a second.

Abby knew the question that was coming.

“So,” Riley was looking straight ahead into the mirror behind the bar, “how’s Harper?”

Abby grimaced.

Riley’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit…”

“It’s ok! It’s ok,” Abby could feel herself overcorrecting. “It’s been about a year. But yeah, we’re not together anymore.”

“I’m really really sorry, Abby.”

“It’s fine, really,” Abby shrugged. “I mean, if anyone knows how I feel, it’s you.”

Riley exhaled and leaned over the bar, her elbow just barely touching Abby’s. “Yeah, that’s definitely true.”

“So what are you doing in a random bar on Christmas Eve anyway?” Abby asked, ready to change the subject.

“I live up the street, actually. I’m heading to Pittsburgh to see family tomorrow, but that’s going to feel like work, so today I just wanted to relax.”

“Totally,” Abby said, watching as a party of college aged kids spilled in from the street and headed to the high top tables towards the back of the bar. “I’m just taking it easy today, too.”

“Big plans tomorrow?”

“Might see John. I think you met him…when we met.”

“Yeah, I remember John. How’s he doing?”

“He’s really good. Thinks I need to get out more, but otherwise he’s very happy.”

Riley laughed. “I’ve been out exactly three times—wait, no, this makes it four—since I moved here in November so clearly I have no idea what that’s about.”

“You liking Philly so far?”

“Yeah, I do. I mean, don’t get me wrong it’s weird as fuck, but it’s got some really great people. The doctors I work with are whatever, but this kind of place has a good vibe.”

She smiled at Gem, who was rolling her eyes as she made Long Island Iced Teas for the group at the high tops.

“You two know each other?” Abby asked, internally cringing at how un-cool about it she sounded.

“I’ve been here three of the four times I’ve been out, so you could say that,” Riley said. “Nice people usually.”

Gem dropped off the tray of Long Islands and brought Abby and Riley another round.

“They tried to order mojitos,” she sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Fucking kids,” Abby said. Riley laughed. That felt good.

Another large group came in, middle-aged couples this time. It had grown dark outside, it must be after five by now.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the conversations happening around them. Old friends were reuniting to the right and left of them, the chatter that filled the air was starting to make Abby feel a little claustrophobic. She shifted towards the edge of her seat, tapping one foot nervously against the floor.

“Hey, do you want to get out of here?” Riley asked, raising her hand to catch Gem’s attention. “It’s getting a little crowded.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” Abby said, relieved. “I’m just gonna run to the restroom.”

She threw a slightly crumpled pile of bills—mostly fives—on the bar and made her way to the back.

By some good luck, the bathroom was free with no line. The space was cramped and not overly clean, and the small black and white tiles that covered the lower half of the walls created a frantic pattern that did nothing to help Abby’s nerves. She exhaled a deep breath, fixed on her own gaze staring back at her from the mirror.

You’re fine. You’re just hanging out with a girl. A friend, even. Stop being so fucking nervous.

She rolled her eyes, annoyed at her own pep talk, then made her way back to the bar.

Riley was waiting with her hat on, hands thrust deep into the pockets of her dark green coat. Her face broke into a smile when she saw Abby returning.

“Anywhere in particular you want to go?” Abby asked.

“Not really,” Riley said casually. “Lead the way.”

“You got it,” Abby said, and Riley followed her outside.

The air was brisk, and snow had just started to fall as they left. There were Christmas lights everywhere, garlands wrapped around lampposts, a tree decked to the nines in nearly every window.

“Philly really gets in the holiday season, huh?” Riley asked dryly, then pointed up at a stuffed orange mascot that hung from a wreath on someone’s porch. “What the hell is that thing?”

“You really are new here,” Abby laughed. “I don’t know if you’re ready for me to explain Gritty tonight but I promise he's worth the wait.”

They continued up Broad Street, gradually making their way away from the noisy crowds. It had started to snow, which helped muffle the sounds of passerby and create a more mellow but still festive atmosphere.

“So, I’m glad I ran into you,” Abby confessed, breaking the silence that was lingering between them.

Riley’s shoulder bumped against hers as she sidestepped a puddle. “I am too. I have to ask though, is it because we’re both members of the Harper broken hearts club, or something else?”

“No, I’ve been trying not to think too much about that,” Abby said.

“Sorry to bring it up again.”

“I mean, it’s kind of unavoidable. That’s not what I meant, sorry. I’m glad because I really liked you when we met, and I kind of regret not realizing that at the time.”

Riley glanced over at her, genuine surprise etched on her face. “I liked you too, Abby. A lot.”

Abby smiled into her scarf and shook her fingers through her hair the way she always did when she was nervous. “Really?”

“Yeah, past tense though,” Riley added.

“Asshole,” Abby laughed, and Riley’s mouth twitched in reply.

They had paused on a street corner. The snow was falling around them in big flakes, Riley’s hair glittering in spots where it had landed and begun to melt.

Riley cocked her head, lips slightly parted, and stepped a little closer. Her brown eyes sparkled in the light of a Christmas tree peeking out of a nearby window.

“You good?” she asked.

Abby hesitated, chewing her lower lip.

“I can head home, if you’re not feel—“

Abby didn’t let Riley finish. Surging forward on her toes, she kissed her.

Rile tasted like the old fashioned she’d been drinking, smoky and slightly sweet. She kissed Abby back, running a hand through the hair behind her ear, and Abby could feel her smiling as their noses bumped together. When she pulled back Abby caught her breath and realized she was grinning too.

“I’ve wanted you to do that for a really long time,” Riley breathed.

Abby laced her fingers through hers and they kept walking. She wasn't feeling alone amidst all the holiday revelry any longer.

“Do you want to grab dinner sometime, maybe?” Abby asked tentatively.

Riley squeezed her hand. “How about now?”

Abby grinned. “Now is great.”

#abby x riley #happiest season #happiest season fic #kat writes

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Bells Will Be Ringing - Part Two(M)

Summary: New years is quickly approaching; but with Namjoon still in his heat, should you risk going to the party?

Pairing: Hybrid!Namjoon x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word Count: 11k

TW: swearing; dirty talk; oral (male and female giving and recieving); anal (male and female); fingering; double penetration; mmf; mfm; bottom namjoon; top/dom jimin; vibrators; strap ons; impreg kink?; creampie kink

You should've known it was going to happen like this. With Christmas and New Years being so close together it was bound to happen. You were hopeful, too bad it was in vain. Today is the seventh day of Namjoon's heat. The seventh straight day. It doesn't seem like a lot when you think about it, but when it usually only lasts three to four days maximum, it's a lot.

By the end of the fourth day, neither you nor Jimin could walk. On the fifth day, you both just laid next to Namjoon while he whimpered and whined, thrusting helplessly into the new toy Jimin got him for Christmas, softly caressing and kissing him, occasionally lending a hand, or if you weren't too tired, letting him use your mouth. On the sixth day, you decided that since you don't know how long this could go, you and Jimin would take turns; one of you one day, and the other the next, leaving a day to rest in between each shift for strength recovery and sleep.

Jimin went first seeing as he was used less the previous day, so you sat out on the couch relaxing, listening to the sweet sounds of your boyfriends moaning in the bedroom, wanting nothing more than to join them, but you still couldn't really walk, so you forced yourself to rest. You made their meals and they snuggled with you during the downtime, but once Namjoon felt it, they disappeared back into the bedroom.

At one point, you could only hear Namjoon and you got worried. He has a tendency to go too hard with Jimin, causing the younger boy to retreat into his headspace and pass out, and Namjoon rarely notices. When you went to check on Jimin's state of being, however, the sight you were greeted with wasn't what you expected. What you expected was to see Jimin beneath Namjoon, flopping around like a dead fish, but instead you saw Namjoon face down, ass up while Jimin sits on the bed behind him, gently inserting a decent sized plug into his elder.

"J-Jiminie, I... Hnnn, I can't."

"If you want to stop, use your safeword hyung." Jimin coos, rubbing Namjoon's lower back.

"I don't want to..." Namjoon whines.

"Then just relax for me Joonie." Jimin smirks, obviously loving being in control.

You giggled to yourself as you shut the door, returning to your perch on the couch until Namjoon came and got you for bed and you walked in to see Jimin already fast asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, you grumble when you realize it's your day, your legs still just the slightest bit sore, but you're surprised there isn't a nose or a hand pressed somewhere against you. When you roll over, you notice Namjoon isn't even in bed as Jimin smiles sweetly at you.

"Good Morning love." Jimin whispers.

"Morning." You mumble.

"I just sent him to go to the store for some things so you can sleep a little longer."

"Mm." You nod with a happy sigh. "Why are we whispering?"

"Because I don't think he's left yet and I don't want him to hear you and forget what he's doing."

"You're amazing."

"I know." He giggles, kissing your forehead. "It's too early for you yet jagiya, go back to sleep."

You nod, snuggling up to him and doing exactly as he suggests.

The next time you wake up, it's because you smell food. As soon as your eyes open, you hear the door to the bedroom creak and you look up to see Jimin peeking his head into the room.

"Jagiya?" He whispers.

You stretch with a groan. "Mhm?"

"Ah, hello beautiful." He smiles as he walks into the room, Namjoon behind him carrying a tray.

"What's all this?" You ask as you sit up.

"Joon wanted to make you some breakfast.” Jimin states as Namjoon walks over and places the tray across your lap.

“What’s the occasion?” You ask and you sit up.

“No occasion.” Namjoon mumbles and he climbs into the bed next to you. “Just a thank you for putting up with me.”

“Namjoon.” Jimin scolds as Namjoon scoots closer to you. “Let her eat.”

“I am!” Namjoon whines. “I’m just laying here, jeez.” Namjoon snuggles up and wraps his arm around your waist, his fingers playing with the sheets covering your legs.

"Are we doing anything tonight?" Jimin asks as he seats himself down on the edge of the bed.

"Tonight?" You look at him quizzically, trying to remember what special occasion has slipped your mind.

Jimin giggles. "It's New Years Eve, love."

"It is?" You start counting on your fingers. Seven days since Christmas Eve... Damn. That checks out. "I didn't even realize."

"I don't think we had anything planned, did we?" Namjoon questions.

"I don't believe so." Jimin shakes his head.

"Well," You mumble between bites of eggs , not wanting to even say it. "Seokjin invited us to his annual party."

"He did?" Namjoon sits up, his tail wagging a bit.

You grimace on the inside as you nod. "He texted me the day after Christmas and asked us to come."

"Do you want to go?" Jimin asks you.

You shrug in an attempt to be nonchalant as you finish your toast. "It's up to Joon really. If he thinks he can handle it." You both turn to see his ears perked up.

"I can handle it!" Namjoon bursts.

"Are you sure?" Jimin asks. "You haven't had a lot of energy the last few days."

"I can do it! I promise, I'll be so good!" Namjoon's tail thumps against the bed.

You sigh to yourself. "Okay Joonie, we can go for a little bit if you want." You offer him a smile as you put your tray on the bedside table.

"Thank you!" Namjoon tackles you to the bed and gives you a sweet kiss. And then another kiss. And another until his lips don't want to separate from you.

You hear Jimin chuckle as he gets up. "I suppose it's time."

Namjoon's lips slip down to your neck, allowing you to talk to Jimin as the other boy climbs on top of you. "It is." You agree, judging by the feeling of Namjoon's erection against your thigh.

"I'll leave you to it." He leans over and gives you a quick kiss before grabbing your empty tray and starting toward the door. "Namjoon." He turns back.

"Mmm?" Is Namjoon's response as he bites down on your neck, making you gasp.

"If you want to go tonight, do not wear her out, you hear me? If you do, you'll be in big trouble." He warns.

Namjoon gives Jimin a thumbs up, which seems to satisfy the younger boy as he walks out of the room and shuts the door, leaving you and Namjoon alone.

"I missed you jagiya." He whimpers against your neck. "It wasn't the same without you yesterday." He sits up and removes the blankets that cover your lap, inhaling the scent of your already present arousal. "You smell so good." He groans, kissing his way down your body and pulling your panties with him. As he kisses his way back up your thighs, you giggle.

"Right to it, huh Joonie?"

"How can I not when you smell like this jagiya?" He groans, pressing his cheek to your inner thigh as his fingers gently spread you apart and he looks up at you, his eyes pleading.

"Go ahead baby." You nod, not even getting a chance to catch your breath before Namjoon has his plump lips against you, delicately flicking his tongue against the bud as his fingers massage you, getting the blood to flow to your most sensitive parts as pleasure begins to fill your senses.

It isn't long before you stop squirming away from him and start pushing your hips up against his mouth, silently begging for more. Namjoon happily obliges, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking harshly on the throbbing bundle of nerves like his life depends on it.

"Ah, Joon..." You gasp, your fingers tangling in the sheets. Namjoon rubs the inside of your thigh before plunging two of his long fingers deep into your core.

"You're so tight baby." Namjoon growls, his own hips rutting against the mattress. "Y/N-ah, I-I want... Please."

The desperation in his voice makes you tighten around his fingers, but you hesitate. "Joon..."

"I'll be good, I promise." He whines. "It won't take me long, please. I need to feel you."

You sigh. "Alright. But remember what Jimin said if you want to go tonight."

"Thank you baby." He growls, immediately shuffling out of his pajama pants and boxers.

Namjoon scoots up between your legs, rubbing his throbbing length against your soaked center, shivering from the contact. He leans over and places sweet kisses against your lips as he presses against your entrance. You can feel the strain in his muscles as he forces himself to go slowly. You gasp as he breaches you, your face getting hot as he swallows your soft noise, groaning against your lips as he fills you.

Much to your surprise, Namjoon is incredibly gentle, fucking you softly, sweetly, taking his time with you the way he usually does when he's not in heat. He feels so good sliding against your walls that it isn't long before you feel heat begin to swirl in your stomach.

"Joonie you feel so good today." You whine.

"You have no idea." He moans. "You have no idea how amazing you feel right now. So tight and so fucking wet for me." He smacks into you aggressively just once, making you squeak in pleasure as he reminds you exactly who you belong to at this moment. "I'm so close already, baby."

"Me too Joonie, it's okay. Let go for me baby."

"Fuck, I love you so much jagi." He smacks into you again.

"Ah~" You whimper as he fills you so deliciously. "I love you too Joon."

"S-shit." Namjoon's hips stutter and he whines as he buries his face in your neck, grinding himself against you to fill you as deep as he can, wanting your warmth to surround him as his orgasm kickstarts.

Thankfully, with Namjoon pressing his pelvis against your clit, along with his melodic moans and whimpers in your ear, your own high finally hits you just before Namjoon's. With the added squeeze of your walls around his length, Namjoon follows you into bliss with a soft cry of your name, his warm release filling you to the brim.

The two of you lay there for a moment, panting, relishing in each other's company until Namjoon begins to whine softly in your ear.

"What's wrong Joonie?" You pull his face back to meet his gaze.

"I'm just tired." He sighs. "I'm so tired, I want this to be over. I feel so bad putting you and Jiminie through this."

"Joon," You cup his face and give him a soft kiss. "We know what we signed up for baby. We love you and wouldn't want you any other way."

"You're just saying that." He mumbles.

You shake your head as you pat his cheek. "Look at me." He hesitates, staring at your neck. "Namjoon-ah." His head snaps up to meet your gaze. "We love you so much. No matter what." You grab his chin. "Don't you ever forget that, you hear me?" He nods, a soft smile playing at his lips. "Good. Now do you need another or do you want to rest for a minute?"

"I think I'm okay for right now."

"Alright. Get yourself cleaned up baby and we'll go watch a show."

Namjoon nods, pulling out of you and grabbing some tissues off the nightstand. He cleans you up first and then wipes himself off as you throw your pajamas back on and head out to the living room first.

"Out so soon?" Jimin asks as you appear around the corner.

You nod as you plop yourself down next to him. "I think it's finally slowing." You state. "Either that or he feels too bad to admit he needs another." You whisper the last part.

"Is he upset again?" Jimin questions, obviously concerned.

"Mmhm. He feels bad for putting us through this."

Jimin sighs. "Was he really rough again? It didn't sound like it."

"He was unbelievably gentle. Like when he's wine drunk. I think you scared him." You giggle.

"Joon," Jimin smiles when the older boy walks into the room. "I heard you were a good boy."

Namjoon blushes at the praise as he seats himself on your other side. "I tried my best."

"He was perfect." You ruffle the hair between his ears. "So good that we can stay at Jin's party for however long he wants."

"Really?" Namjoon perks up.

"Really?" Jimin repeats.

You nod. "Why not? We all deserve a little fun, don't you think?"

"Thank you jagi." Namjoon whispers as he lays his head in your lap.

The three of you revert into silence as Jimin turns on the next episode of your latest binge show. You allow yourself to relax for a bit, although you can't say you're looking forward to Jin's party. You like Jin, you do, it's just that sometimes Namjoon can get a little out of control at these sorts of functions, and with his heat acting the way it is, you don't know what will happen.

Sometimes he can get a little aggressive towards other hybrids when he's in heat, and Jin's roommate Jeongguk isn't the friendliest hybrid to begin with. You've had to pry the two apart on more than one occasion, teeth bared, hackles raised, ears flat, and you don't want to go through that tonight when Namjoon is already upset with himself.

Your mind wanders as you think about what to wear to the party. You don't want anything too flashy or provocation, lest you accidentally turn Namjoon on. As you scroll through your phone to look at makeup tutorials, you feel a hand squeeze your thigh. You look up at Jimin to see him nod his head at Namjoon. You turn to look at the older boy to see him squeezing his legs together, his hands pushing down the front of his sweat pants as he tries not to squirm.

You run your fingers through Namjoon's hair. "Joonie? You need something baby?"

Namjoon whimpers. "N-no, I'm fine."

"Joon, we're here to help you, remember?"

Another whimper. "I know... " He sighs.

"Do you need something?"

"Maybe... Maybe just a little..."

You move your hand down Namjoon's arm to his waist before slipping it into his pants, stroking him gently. He lets out a low groan of relief at your touch, adjusting himself so that he's laying on his back, his head still in your lap. He's already rock hard, his length dripping as you stroke him.

"That feels good jagiya." He hums, pushing his hips up into your hand.

"All you had to do was ask." You remind him. He only nods, too lost in the feeling of your hand wrapped around him. You work him slowly as you watch tv, focusing on the tip the way he likes until you hear a whimper on your other side. You turn to see Jimin, his eyes trained on your right hand.

"God that's hot..." He gasps, his own hand fondling himself over his shorts.

"Really?" You giggle when you see the look on his face.

"I'm sorry." He shrugs playfully. "You know watching you play with each other is my weakness."

You smirk in response before reaching your left hand over and smacking Jimin's hands out of the way, slipping under his waistband and replacing his hands with your own.

"Oh god, Y/N." He whines. "You don't have to-"

"But I want to." You interrupt him.

You relax back against the couch, your hands full as you focus on satisfying your boys. Unfortunately for you, the soft moans coming from both sides of you are making you hot, but it's best not to tell them. You should rest while they enjoy themselves.

After several minutes, you find yourself in another "you should've known" situation. You should've known Namjoon could smell your arousal and you should've tried to hide it better. When you feel Namjoon's hand reach up and start to feel around for your center, you try to push him away.

"Joon I'm okay."

"No you're not." He looks up at you. "I can tell when you need something too, baby." You sigh, knowing there's no point in arguing with him. "Why don't you come sit in my lap?"

You nod as you release both boys and stand up, sliding your panties down to the floor before straddling Namjoon's lap where he lays on the couch. You pull Namjoon’s pants down to mid thigh and rub yourself against his length, letting him feel how wet you already are before grabbing him and sliding yourself down onto his cock.

You moan low in your chest as Namjoon fills you, taking a few deep breaths as you allow your walls to accommodate him. As you begin to move, you watch Jimin get up on his knees and scoot up to Namjoon before pulling his shorts and boxers down to release his own hardness. Jimin leans over the elder boy and taps his dick against Namjoon's plump lips.

"Why don't you put that sweet mouth to work?" Jimin commands. Namjoon quickly obeys, welcoming Jimin's length into his mouth. The sight alone has you groan aloud, whimpering as you tighten around Namjoon. "I think she likes seeing you like this Joon." Jimin smirks.

"Judging by how tight she just got." Namjoon grunts, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You place your hands over his and begin to bounce yourself in Namjoon's lap, wanting nothing more than to feel release.

Entranced by the sight, you can't take your eyes off of the way Jimin's cock disappears behind Namjoon's lips. Sure, you've seen this before, but never with Namjoon in such a submissive position, and it turns you on like crazy. It shouldn't surprise you when your orgasm starts to creep up on you, but it's only been a few minutes and you're already such a mess. You decide to lean over and give Namjoon a hand, or rather, a mouth; hoping to calm yourself down a bit.

Jimin groans loudly at the addition of your mouth, lacing his hands in your hair as Namjoon brings his hand down harshly on your ass. You gasp, drool dripping off your tongue and onto Jimin's length as you whimper before going back to running that tongue up his length to his tip where your tongue and Namjoon's collide, causing Jimin to shiver.

"You two are so fucking good... So good to me." Jimin gasps, but the two of you can only moan in response, neither one of you wanting to stop.

Namjoon is first, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrusts up into you harshly. He grinds himself against you as he fills you with his release, panting as he comes down, and you can't help the whine that slips past your lips.

"Did he finish before you jagi?" Jimin asks, pulling out of Namjoon's mouth so the older boy can catch his breath. You nod, a firm pout on your lips. Jimin sits back down on the couch and pats his thighs. "Come here love. Joon, do you need help cleaning yourself up?"

Namjoon shakes his head as you slip off of him, some of his release dripping out of you as you make your way over to Jimin and sit yourself in his lap, quickly sliding down onto his length with a sigh of satisfaction. Unfortunately, it's only a few minutes before Jimin follows his elder into bliss with a grunted "I'm sorry".

You pout again as Jimin stops your hips from moving, overstimulation hitting him right after he fills you with his hot cum. "You guys." You whine. "This isn't fair!"

Just as you're about to climb off, you're pushed into Jimin's chest, popping you off him as your hips are pulled back and you feel Namjoon slide into you. He leans over and whispers in your ear. "One more for me? You know I couldn't watch that little display and not do anything for you baby."

"Ah, Joon, please." You beg, pushing back into him. He quickly indulges you, setting a quick pace as he slams directly into your g-spot over and over, his fingers bruising your hips as you whimper into Jimin's neck.

"Cum for me baby, come on. It won't take me long. You know how much I love feeling Jiminie inside you." Namjoon grunts.

"Harder." You gasp.

Namjoon stops with a whine, but before you can say anything, Jimin speaks. "It's okay Joonie, she asked for it."

Namjoon immediately starts up again, harder this time as you feel fingers dip between your legs and begin rubbing your clit, helping push you up to and right over the edge, slamming you face first into your orgasm. Your legs shake as your walls spasm around Namjoon's length, quickly sending him into his own high, feeling him fill you one more time before you both collapse on top of Jimin, exhausted.

Jimin rubs your arms soothingly as you all catch your breath. Namjoon's the first to get up, gently pulling out of you as he stands. He grabs a tissue off the coffee table and cleans you up before attending to himself and Jimin. Your legs are already sore as you sit up, clenching your thighs together to avoid leaking onto the couch. You look at the time to see it's already two o'clock. You should get a shower before Jin's party.

"I'm going to go take a shower." You state, stumbling a bit as you get to your feet. Luckily, Namjoon catches you and straightens you up, a look of guilt on his face. "I'm alright Joon." You smile and ruffle his hair. "Just need a hot shower and some food."

"We'll have lunch ready when you get out." Jimin states as he stands behind you, pulling his shorts back up.

You nod and give them both a kiss before grabbing your discarded underwear and heading into the bedroom. You toss your panties and nightshirt into the laundry and grab a change of clothes before walking into the bathroom and starting the shower.

You take a longer shower than you probably should, but you just can't bring yourself to get out, so you decide to pamper yourself. Shave, scrub, body wash, face mask, hair mask, all the extra steps you usually take for dates like your anniversary, except this time it's just because you feel like it. By the time you finally decide to get out, you don't think you've ever been this soft or smelled this nice. You wrap your hair up in a towel and slip into your change of clothes before walking back out into the kitchen to find your boys seated at the table waiting for you.

"Did you save me any hot water?" Jimin jokes.

"Hush." You mess up his hair as you walk by and take your seat.

The three of you eat in comfortable silence, making occasional small talk and jokes as you finish eating. When you're finished eating, the boys start on dishes while you go start getting ready for tonight.

You dry and style your hair before starting on a simple, yet sparkly make up look. When you're finished, you walk over to your closet to pick out an outfit. You decide on the dress Jimin got you for Christmas; a soft, dark grey sweater dress and a pair of silver heels to match. You slip the dress on and then walk back over to your vanity to apply your lipstick as Namjoon walks into the room to get dressed.

"Oh my god." He gasps. Before you have time to react, he's pressed against your back with his hands around your waist. "Jagiya, you look amazing."

"Joon I don't want to mess up my makeup." You whine as his fingers start tugging up your dress.

"Please?" He whimpers. "Last one, I promise."

"Jimin!" You call.

"Yeah babe?" He pokes his head out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist.

"Can you help him?" You push Namjoon towards the bathroom. "I don't want to mess up my makeup."

Jimin smirks. "Of course. Come on Joon." He tugs the older boy into the bathroom and shuts the door.

As you finish your lipstick, you near Namjoon's soft moans coming from behind the door. You wish you could've helped him, but you'd either have to redo your makeup, or take another shower, neither of which you feel like doing.

It's only a few minutes before the bathroom door reopens and a blushing Namjoon walks out, followed by Jimin who's licking his lips. They both walk over to the closet, but you stop Jimin, wiping a bit of cum off his chin for him. He quickly sucks it off your thumb, tossing you a wink before continuing on his path to the closet.

After both boys are dressed, you slip on your shoes and head out to the car, getting in and driving to Jin's house for the party.

Unsurprisingly, when you arrive, the party is already in full swing. Much like every other one of Jin's parties, it's loud; between the music thumping the walls, and people yelling everywhere; you can't hear yourself think, or speak for that matter. Believe it or not, this is a toned down version of the parties he threw in college; at least there aren't people trying to fuck every five feet. In fact, you know most of the people here. You walk up to the door and ring the bell, waiting for only a moment before the door opens.

" Y/N!" Jin smiles widely when he sees you. "You guys made it!"

"Of course!" You attempt to sound cheerful. "Wouldn't have missed it."

"Come on in." He opens the door to let you in and Namjoon immediately begins to sniff the air.

"Is Jeonggukkie here?" He asks, his tail wagging.

Jin nods. "Last time I saw him he was in the kitchen."

"Joon wait!" Before you can say anything, Namjoon disappears into the chaos. "Shit. Jimin, can you... ?"

"Already on it love." He places a kiss on your cheek before following Namjoon into the house. You huff as Jin shuts the door behind you.

"Keeping your pup on a shorter leash?" He inquires.

"He's in heat." You sigh. "Has been since Christmas eve."

"Are you serious?" Jin gasps.

You nod. "I just don't want him to cause trouble. You know how he can get, especially around Jeongguk."

"I'm sure they'll be fine." Jin shrugs, slinging his arm over your shoulder. "Speaking of. Why haven't you let Kook and I join your little harem yet, hm? I can guarantee we make it worth your while."

"Ugh. Have another drink Seokjin." You shrug him off of you. "And keep your crusty dick away from me you creep." You shove him lightly as you walk away, delighting in the way he stumbles.

You make your way into the kitchen, grabbing a handful of chips and some punch, searching for your boys. You quickly find them in the living room. Namjoon is on the couch with Jeongguk, the two of them chatting away, while Jimin stands not too far off talking to Hoseok. You walk over to Jimin and squeeze his arm.

"There you are." Jimin smiles at you.

"Sorry, Jin had to offer himself to me again."

"What a creep." Hoseok laughs. "Why do you even hang out with him?"

You can't help it when your eyes wander over to the couch. "For Joon." You state simply. "If he and Kook weren't friends, believe me, I wouldn't."

"Ah, the things we do for love." Hoseok raises his cup in a mock toast.

"The things we do for love." You and Jimin repeat before the three of you take long swigs of your drinks.

"Anyone care for a refill?" Hoseok asks.

"Please?" Jimin asks, and you nod, both handing him your cups. Hoseok disappears into the kitchen and you turn your gaze back to Namjoon.

"Jagiya, if I told you to relax, would you listen?" Jimin asks, rubbing your arm.

You shake your head. "I don't think I can. I'm so worried he'll start something again."

" Y/N-ah..."

"You should go have fun Jiminie. I'll keep my eye on him tonight."

"Are you sure?"

You nod. "It's my day after all."

Jimin gives you a sympathetic smile as Hoseok reappears, handing you both full cups. "I put an extra splash in there for you guys." He smirks. "To help you loosen up."

"Thanks Hobi." You giggle as you take a sip, your throat burning from the high alcohol content. "Jesus." You cough. "This tastes like floor cleaner."

"That's the good stuff!" Hoseok cheers, patting you on the back.

"The good stuff tastes like floor cleaner." You repeat, albeit taking another sip.

"That's my girl." Jimin beams proudly.

The next few hours go by uneventfully. Jimin goes off to play beer pong while you sit at the edge of the table, cheering him on and casually chatting with whoever walks up to you, while keeping your eye on Namjoon who still sits giggling with Jeongguk on the couch. After Jimin's fifth win, you have to use the bathroom. You quietly excuse yourself, taking one last look at Namjoon before deciding he should be okay for a few minutes, plus Jimin isn't far away.

You make your way to the upstairs bathroom, knowing it's off limits during parties except for people that know it's there. You stumble a bit as you lock the door, realizing just how much you've had to drink tonight and you giggle to yourself. You do your business, peeing for what feels like forever before washing your hands. As you're rubbing the soap in, however, the doorknob to the bathroom jiggles like someone's trying to open it.

"One second." You call out as you rinse your hands.

"Jagi it's me. Open the door."

Namjoon? You dry your hands before unlocking the door and opening it to see Namjoon. As soon as he sees you, he shoves you back into the bathroom and shuts the door behind you both. His hands are on you immediately, feeling every inch of your body as his lips find your neck.

"Y/N-ah, help me." He whimpers.

"Now?" You whine, but sure enough you feel Namjoon's length digging into your stomach.

"This one's your fault!" He pouts.

"How is it my fault?"

"It's the dress." He explains. "When you walked by I could smell your perfume and then when you went up the stairs I could see your ass hanging out the bottom of your dress. Are you even wearing underwear?"

"I'm wearing a thong, which apparently, was a mistake."

"God, it looked so good jagi please." He begs. "Just a quick one. No one will even know we're gone." He grabs your hips and lifts you on to the counter next to the sink.

"Joon you're drunk."

"So are you." He states, unbuckling his belt and pulling his cock out of his pants, spreading your legs with his thighs.

You grab him by the hair on the back of his neck, stopping him in his tracks and forcing him to look at you. "If you make a mess-"

"I won't, I promise!"

You sigh before releasing his hair, using your heels to push him toward you. He happily scoots forward, reaching a hand between your legs to push your thong to the side before immediately plunging two fingers deep inside you. You slap your hand over your mouth as a moan threatens to escape, not wanting anyone to know what you're up to.

Namjoon presses his thumb to your clit, hastening the process of getting you wet for him. It doesn't take long for you to get wrapped up in the feeling of his long dexterous fingers, and soon you're really struggling to keep quiet. After a few more carefully calculated thrusts, Namjoon pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, groaning at the taste.

"Turn over." He growls, pulling you off the counter. "I wanna see that ass bounce for me."

You swallow hard, knowing the glint in his eye is never a good sign as you face away from him to lean on the counter. Namjoon pushes your dress up around your waist before caressing your behind. He wastes no time moving your thong aside before slamming himself into you.

"Oh fuck..." You whimper, knowing immediately that he's not going to take it easy on you. You look up at the mirror to see him smirk, his gaze focused on the sight where the two of you are joined. He spreads your cheeks apart and groans.

"You take me so well baby. Even with barely any prep your tight little pussy opens right up for me."

"Joon, keep it down." You hiss.

Namjoon brings his hand down harshly on your ass. "What's wrong? You don't want everyone to know what a good girl you are?"

"No, now either fuck me, or I'm leaving."

Namjoon pulls his hips back and slams into you viciously, causing you to clamp your hand back over your mouth. "Do you really want to sass me right now princess? When I'm so willing to fill up this tight little cunt with my pups?"

With that, you know he's already gone. Namjoon only ever says things that dirty when his animalistic side has taken over completely. Nevertheless, your walls constrict as the words fall from his lips. "I'm sorry." You mumble.

"Such a good girl." He praises."Now let's see how much this pretty pussy can take, hm?" You only nod, knowing the question was rhetorical as his hips start to move.

Namjoon is relentless, fucking you so hard that you can barely stay upright. Small whimpers and moans manage to escape you and echo around the small bathroom. You dare chance a glance in the mirror to see Namjoon focused on you. When your eyes meet, he smirks, biting his lip, and no matter how much you want to, you can't look away.

After a few more moments, you force your eyes to close as your legs begin to shake, laying your head down on your arms as you try to keep yourself quiet. You feel Namjoon's hand on your back, his fingers running up and down your spine, his other hand tightly gripping your waist.

It isn't long after that you feel heat begin to build in your body, feeling helpless as Namjoon spreads your cheeks apart again, watching himself fuck you. However, before you can reach your high, Namjoon falls into his own. Keeping his promise to not make a mess, he pulls out and strokes himself to release on your ass. Before you can even pout, you feel Namjoon's thumb in your folds, flicking the sensitive skin.

"I'll get you fixed up baby, don't move." He growls. You hear the rustling of clothes and then you feel a tongue pressing against your core.

"Joon~!" You cry out, unable to stop it from slipping past your lips. "Ah, fuck..."

Namjoon's lips go directly to your clit, sucking vigorously on the bud as his tongue flicks against it at what feels like light speed. You hardly have a chance to wrap your head around what's happening before your orgasm slams into you.

"Oh god!" You gasp, your vision going white, but just before you reach the peak of the feeling, You hear the door click open.

"Oh shit."

The rest of your high is ripped from you as you look up to see Jeongguk staring at your ass. The next few moments feel like slow motion as you can only watch in the mirror. Namjoon removes his face from the perfect fit of your ass cheeks to see the intruder. Jeongguk sniffs the air aggressively, his pupils dilating as he attempts to reach for you.

You hear a low growl as Jeongguk states that you smell "so fucking good", and then before you can stop it, you see Namjoon lunge for Jeongguk and tackle him out of your line of sight.

"No!" You screech, jumping into action. You pull your dress down as you stand up and rush out of the room. You grab Namjoon by the back of his shirt to attempt to pull him off the younger hybrid, but he's much stronger than you, and easily tosses you aside as he throws another punch. You fall back against the wall, but keep your balance, immediately going over to try again. "Namjoon stop!" You command, yanking on him again just as Jimin and Jin burst into the room.

They see Namjoon and Jeongguk on the floor and spring into action, helping you to pull the two apart. After they're restrained you step in between them, both of them still growling, and cup Namjoon's face in your palms.

"Joon look at me. Come back to me baby."

"He was going to touch you. To touch what's mine!"

"No one's going to touch me love. Just you. Now look at me. Come on." Namjoon's gaze flits between you and Jeongguk several times before it finally settles on you and his breathing starts to level out. "There's my Joon." You rub his arms soothingly as Jimin lets him go. "Are you good?"

He nods. "I'm good. Oh god, I'm so sorry." Namjoon looks over at Jeongguk who is still growling, his teeth bared.

"Let's get you downstairs until the hormones calm down." You suggest, pushing him toward the stairs.

You follow him down into the living room, surprised Jimin isn't immediately behind you. The two of you wait at the bottom of the stairs for a few minutes until Jimin finally comes down.

"Sorry, I was helping Jin calm Kook down."

"It's okay." You nod. "Is he...?"

"He'll be fine." Jimin assures you. "But we should get going just in case."

"Alright."

The three of you say your goodbyes and then hop in the car for a quiet ride home. You walk into your house and slip off your shoes before heading upstairs to the bedroom. You immediately walk into the bathroom to check the state of your dress, and sure enough, the back of it is littered with cum stains.

“Damnit." You mutter as you hear the boys enter the bedroom. You walk back into the room and grab some clothes out of your dresser before you hear someone laugh behind you.

"What did you sit in?" Jimin asks, coming up behind you to look at your dress. But before you can answer, Namjoon speaks.

"It's my fault." He mumbles.

"Joon-" You start.

"Is Jeongguk okay?" He looks up, guilt obvious on his face.

"He's alright Namjoon." Jimin nods. "Just a little ruffled is all."

"I'm sorry." Namjoon sighs. "I couldn't- I had no control."

Your heart aches for him. "It's okay baby. You were just trying to protect me." You remind him, cupping his face in your hands. "We know you can't control it, it's okay."

"We still love you hyung." Jimin adds.

"Absolutely." You agree. "No matter what." You both wrap your arms tightly around Namjoon, and squeeze the breath out of him.

"Thank you." He smiles softly.

"Now, does anyone want to tell me what happened?" Jimin questions. You and Namjoon both giggle before you relay the events of the night to Jimin, making him crackup. "That's where you went? I didn't even notice Joon was gone until I heard you scream."

"Yeah, that's where we went." You admit.

"And the back of your dress is stained with... creme a la Joon?" He teases. You blush as you nod. "Well that'll have to be dry cleaned."

"Alright you've had your fun. Now let's get changed and we can watch the ball drop."

The boys agree and you grab your change of clothes and head to the bathroom to attempt to clean the dried cum off of yourself. When you're finished, you find your boys already snuggled up in bed and you jump on top of them, sinking down in between them.

"Man, we still have two hours to kill." Jimin observes.

"Yeah, I didn't realize how early it was. I guess because we left the party so early."

Jimin nods. "What should we do?"

"I-I have an idea..." Namjoon mumbles. You both turn to look at him, your curiosity piqued. "Um..." He rubs the back of his neck, suddenly shy.

"Do you need something?" You use the phrase he knows best.

He nods. "Kind of."

"What's up babe?" Jimin asks, leaning on you a bit.

Namjoon gets up, drawing your and Jimin's gaze as he walks over to his closet. You watch him dig around for a moment before he walks back over with three items in hand; his collar, a bottle of lube, and a strap on.

"Are you sure you're ready Joon?" Jimin sits up. "We haven't done that much."

"I'm sure." He walks back over to the bed and sits on the edge next to you. "Besides, it's not like it's as big as you Jiminie." Jimin blushes at this. "As long as Y/N is ready?" He holds his collar out to you.

"Jimin will have to guide me. I haven't even played with him very much."

"I can do that." Jimin smiles, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Then yes," You take the collar from Namjoon. "I'm ready."

Namjoon places the other items on the nightstand before leaning in to kiss you. You reach up after the kiss and fasten the collar around Namjoon's neck, giving it a tug when it's on and making his eyes go wide in surprise.

"Come here baby." You growl, grabbing Namjoon and pushing him down into the center of the bed so you and Jimin both have access to his body.

You grab Namjoon's shirt and pull it up off his body, immediately tossing it on the floor before pressing your lips to his chest. Jimin takes that as his cue to lean in and kiss Namjoon. You kiss your way down Namjoon's chest, paying special attention to his nipples, knowing how quickly it'll get him begging for more. Namjoon moans into Jimin's mouth as you slide a hand down and cup him over his shorts.

As Jimin's lips move to Namjoon's neck, you start to tug down the elder boy's pants, quickly realizing that he didn't even put on boxers. His erection springs up and you lick a long stripe up his length, making him shiver.

"D-don't tease please." Namjoon begs.

Jimin sits up and tweaks one of Namjoon's nipples. "What do you want Joonie?" Jimin smirks.

Namjoon whimpers. "Y-Your tongue..."

"Yeah? You want us to play with that tight little ass you've got?"

"P-please." He whines.

"Turn over." Jimin commands. It amazes you how quickly Namjoon listens, flipping himself over and sticking his ass high in the air. "Good boy." Jimin rubs Namjoon's back, his fingers dancing along the older boy's skin before he brings his hand down harshly on Namjoon's ass, causing Namjoon to moan and arch his back. Heat suddenly floods your center at Jimin's dominant display.

"Wow..." You gasp. "It's hot as hell seeing you like this Chim."

Jimin smirks, pulling your waist to bring you in for a kiss. "I'll get to you later." He grabs your ass once before turning his attention back to Namjoon.

Jimin spreads the elder boy's cheeks, rubbing his thumb over the puckered rim before leaning in and flicking his tongue over the hole, causing a moan to come from the head of the bed. You watch, rubbing Namjoon's thighs entranced by the way he pushes back against Jimin's face.

"Jimin..." You mumble.

"Mm?" He groans, not separating from Namjoon.

"I... Can I try this time?"

He smiles as he licks one last stripe from Namjoon's balls up to his entrance. "Of course." He scoots to the side and let's you move in. "Just like you do for me baby girl."

You nod as you dive in. You immediately flick your tongue against Namjoon before sucking gently on his perineum. Namjoon whimpers as you continue, licking and sucking your way up to his entrance where you dip your tongue inside, making him squirm.

"Good love, keep going I'll be right back." Jimin praises, climbing off the bed. You continue your ministrations, loving the way Namjoon keens at your touch as you hear Jimin walk into the closet. He returns a few moments later and you see him reach under Namjoon for a moment, causing the older boy to whine.

"Jimin!" He groans. "Why?" You pull back to see what Namjoon's whining about and see a cock ring wrapped snugly around the base of Namjoon's length.

"One, so there's less mess to clean up, and two, as a punishment for getting into a fist fight at a party." Jimin states plainly.

Namjoon whimpers. "I said I was sorry."

"We know" Jimin smirks. "But if I remember correctly, this isn't the first time this has happened, is it?"

"But-"

"Noona, you remember Chuseok last year, don't you?"

You nod. "Mhm. I remember a fight then too."

"Then it seems our Joonie hasn't learned his lesson, doesn't it?"

"It certainly seems that way." You agree.

Namjoon groans as he lays himself flat on the bed, his face in a pillow. You rub his back soothingly as Jimin grabs a different pillow and smacks Namjoon's hips. Namjoon mumbles something before lifting his hips, allowing Jimin to slide the pillow underneath Namjoon to lift his hips for your advantage.

"Where do you want to start tonight baby?" Jimin asks, giving Namjoon's ass a nice smack. Namjoon holds up two fingers. Another smack. "Sounds good." Jimin nods before turning to you. "I'm gonna get him stretched out for you baby. You can watch or you can find something else for him to do." He winks at you before grabbing the lube, spreading it over his fingers, and then beginning to wiggle his fingers into Namjoon's entrance.

You crawl up to the head of the bed, gripping Namjoon's hair tightly and pulling his face out of the pillow. "You want to do something for me, handsome?"

He nods, moving the pillow out of the way and helping you situate yourself in front of him before he dives between your legs, ravishing you as Jimin works on him. It's only a few minutes of Namjoon's talented tongue between your legs before Jimin deems Namjoon ready. You sigh, unfulfilled as you separate yourself from Namjoon's mouth, and work your way back down the bed.

You pick up the strap on and look at it quizzically. "So..."

"Let me help you put that on babygirl." Jimin offers, taking the strap on from you. "Hold this part?" He asks, putting your hand on the silicone length which you hold as instructed, as he ties the object to your waist. When he's done, Jimin bounces the strap on with his finger, making you both giggle until Namjoon whines again. "Hold on Joon." The younger boy chides as he climbs off the bed, digging something out of the nightstand. "We can't let you have all the fun."

Jimin walks back over to you and slips his hand between your legs, quickly finding your center and slipping something smooth and cold inside of you. "C-Chim?" You squeak.

Jimin wiggles a remote in front of your face, a smirk plastered to his lips. "Just a little extra. Now." He grabs the bottle of lube and squirts some into his palm lubing up the strap on for you before putting a little extra lube around Namjoon's entrance. "Just be gentle because, you know, you can't feel him." Jimin kneels on the bed behind you, pressing his chest to your back and resting his head on your shoulder. He wraps his arms around you and guides you up to Namjoon who is already back up on his knees, pushing back in search of you.

"You ready Joonie?" You ask, rubbing his lower back.

"Y-yes." He moans.

"Okay." You nod, beginning to push forward.

"Nice and easy." Jimin reminds you.

Namjoon groans low in his chest as you breach him. Taking that as a good sign, you continue slowly, with Jimin whispering sweet words of encouragement in your ear. As you get about halfway into him, something whirrs to life inside you. The vibrations cause you to jerk forward a bit, making Namjoon whimper.

"Sorry Joon." Jimin apologizes. "I probably should've waited for noona to be completely inside you."

"I c-can feel the vibrations." Namjoon whines.

"Does it feel good baby?" You question. He only nods, arching into you more. You continue to push forward until you're completely seated inside him.

"There we go." Jimin praises, reaching around you to give Namjoon's ass a nice smack. "How's that Joon-ah?"

"I f-feel so full..." He groans.

"Mm such a good boy." Another smack. "Are you ready?" Jimin asks. Namjoon nods enthusiastically. "Go ahead noona."

With that as your cue, you situate yourself, gripping Namjoon's waist as you slowly pull out before pushing back into him with a bit more force.

"Oh god..." Namjoon groans.

"A little harder baby." Jimin instructs, grabbing your own waist.

Jimin helps you set a rhythm and after a few moments, you've got it down, thrusting into Namjoon with purpose, relishing in the smack of your thighs against his. With the combination of the vibrator deep inside you, along with the strap on rubbing against your clit, you're starting to feel a wetness dripping between your legs, and Namjoon's soft whimpers and moans aren't helping.

Suddenly the vibrator goes from a dull buzz to a full roar as Jimin goes up several levels at once and your hips kick forward against Namjoon, filling him to the brim as you both gasp for breath.

"Fuck! Jimin!" You curse as Namjoon grips the sheets beneath him.

"Right there jagi , right there oh god~" He whines. "Don't move." You rub Namjoon's back as you hold yourself still inside him, waiting for your next instruction. You feel Namjoon's body tense beneath your fingers before he lets out a high pitched cry and begins trembling. "Oh fuck, oh my god, jagiya, yes!" He finally exclaims, his body continuing to shudder as his orgasm floods his nerves until he starts panting. "What the fuck?"

"Welcome to your first dry orgasm Joonie." Jimin teases as he eases your hips back gently, until Namjoon stops you.

"Again." He demands, bending back over for you.

"I don't think so." Jimin states, continuing until the strap on flops out of the elder boy's entrance. "Bad boys don't get to demand things." Jimin leans over and gives Namjoon's cock a harsh tug, eliciting a whimper from Namjoon. "Get on your back." Jimin commands, soaking your center even more.

Namjoon obeys, moving the pillow that was under his hips before rolling over to lay on his back, his cheeks and chest flushed a bright pink.

"Jimin, what about you?" You question, having felt his erection against your ass since you slipped inside Namjoon.

"Oh we're getting to me baby." Jimin instructs you to lean over Namjoon, which you happily do, placing your lips on Namjoon's for a sweet kiss until he slips his tongue into your mouth with a soft groan. You feel Jimin shifting your body and Namjoon's until he has you where he wants you both, and with Namjoon's legs around your waist, Jimin slides the strap on up to the elder boy's entrance before nudging your hips forward.

Namjoon whines as you slide into him again, gasping into your mouth as his back arches off the bed. You go slow, allowing him to adjust again as you hear Jimin rustling around behind you, telling you to wait for him. However, Namjoon gets impatient and begins to squirm beneath you.

"Y/N-ah, please..." He begs.

You shake your head. "Jiminie said to wait baby."

"But-"

You silence him with a kiss. "Be patient or you'll get nothing Joon."

This seems to work, and with a firm pout on his lips Namjoon leans back in silence. Thankfully, you feel Jimin's hands on your waist a few moments later.

"Mm, look at how wet you are babygirl." Jimin purrs, his fingers swiping up the inside of your thigh to collect your juices as they drip down your legs. "And you're being so good."

"Th-thank you." You mumble. Jimin brings his hand down harshly on your ass, causing both you and Namjoon to groan as your hips twitch.

"Now take a deep breath for me princess." Jimin coos. You inhale deeply feeling Jimin scooting up behind you, but just as you go to exhale, you feel something cold begin to breach your own puckered rim.

"Jimin-!" You choke as he presses his cock into you.

"Relax." He whispers. You whine as you try to relax the lower half of your body, resting your forehead on Namjoon's shoulder. "Damn noona." Jimin chuckles. "You're taking me right in. You're always such a good girl."

You're panting at this point as Jimin just seems to get thicker and thicker as he pushes into you until finally he's completely inside you with a satisfied groan. You, on the other hand, are a little too satisfied, with Namjoon's sweet whimpers mixed with the vibrator's buzzing, and now Jimin's thickness filling you up, you explode. Your body is thrown into an unexpected orgasm and you cry out as your body shakes, the orgasm not entirely fulfilling as it quickly fades away.

Namjoon sits up a bit in confusion. "Did she just...?"

"Yeah." Jimin nods. "Holy shit, noona are you alright?"

"I'm... okay." You state. "I just wasn't expecting it."

"Do you want to keep going?" Namjoon asks, cupping your cheek.

Your eyes focus on his sweet, concerned face. "You're not getting out of this that easily." You smirk before pulling back and smacking your hips into him, eliciting a sweet moan from the unsuspecting boy.

You relax a bit, relinquishing control to Jimin who moves your hips for you with the force of his own thrusts. You love the way Jimin has taken over the situation, getting to be the dominant one for once. You also can't get over the sight of Namjoon beneath you like this; his face contorted in a delicious display of pain and pleasure, but after your unexpected orgasm, the feeling isn't really fulfilling to you, and without realizing it, your mind begins to drift.

The boys must notice this as it's only a matter of seconds before Namjoon's hands are on your breasts and Jimin's hands on your ass, both boys squeezing tightly, jolting you out of your thoughts with a gasp.

"What's wrong noona?" Jimin asks. "Not enough?" He slips a hand between your legs beneath where you're currently joined to rub his fingers up your slit. You shake your head with a slight pout. "What do you want then, hm?" He slows his thrusts. "Tell me what you want baby."

His words send a searing heat to your core as your cheeks flush a bright shade of pink. You can't lie, you would do anything to be filled up by one, or both, of their thick cocks. "I-I want you to replace this vibrator." You whimper.

"Oh yeah??"

"Either of you, really. I j-just... I want to be filled."

"Me too." Namjoon whines.

"You're so needy my loves." Jimin smirks, obviously pleased by how much you both want him. He carefully pulls out of you and takes off the condom he was wearing before grabbing a new one and rolling it on. He then grabs the vibrator where it sits inside you and slides it out, making sure to rub it against your clit, the strap-on, and then against Namjoon's perineum before turning it off and tossing it on the nightstand.

Jimin guides you out of Namjoon and helps you out of the strap-on before nudging Namjoon up onto his knees and then taking the elder boy's place on the bed. You want nothing more than to straddle Jimin's lap and sink down onto him, but you have a feeling his length is going inside Namjoon this time.

Sure enough, he waves Namjoon over. "Are you sure you're ready for this Joonie?" He inquires.

Namjoon nods fervently. "I-I want to feel you."

Jimin smiles and pats his thighs, signaling Namjoon to sit. The older boy obeys, straddling Jimin's lap obediently. Jimin squeezes Namjoon's waist before looking over at you. "Help me get him situated and then we'll get to you baby." He promises. You nod, moving up and grabbing Jimin's hardness in your hand before aligning him with Namjoon's entrance. Just to be safe, you grab the lube off of the nightstand and squirt a generous amount onto Jimin's cock, making sure it's nice and slick for Namjoon.

You press the head of Jimin's cock against Namjoon's rim, signaling him to begin his descent. "Take your time." You whisper in his ear. Namjoon nods as he begins to sink down onto Jimin.

Surprisingly, Namjoon gets halfway down before he has any trouble, but from your own experience, you know that's Jimin's widest point and breaching it can be difficult. You whisper sweet words of encouragement in his ear as Namjoon pants lightly, stopping briefly before pressing on.

When Namjoon bottoms out, a deep growl escapes from his throat as his ears twitch a top his head, his tail flicking in concentration.

"You're doing so good Joonie." You praise, rubbing his waist below Jimin's fingers.

"Damn... You feel good Joon." Jimin grunts. "How is it baby?"

Namjoon nods, his eyes closed as he focuses on the feeling. "G-good... "

"Perfect." Jimin smiles. "Stay put for a minute, yeah? Let yourself adjust." Namjoon simply nods again. "Y/N, come here baby."

You happily obey, moving up to Jimin's side and quickly straddling him like he asks. You lean down toward his face and then he helps you scoot yourself back towards Namjoon. As soon as Namjoon feels your core brush against his length, his eyes open and he groans at the sight of you before him; dripping wet and begging to be fucked.

"Hyung go ahead and slip into our sweet Y/N here; she waited so patiently for your cock."

Namjoon quickly obeys, adjusting your hips to his liking before pushing his length into you, both of you letting out a satisfied moan. Jimin rubs your waist soothingly before reaching up to fondle your breasts, pinching your nipples and causing you to clench around Namjoon.

"Shit, jagiya..." Namjoon gasps.

"Alright Joon." Jimin relaxes against the bed, folding his arms behind his head. "Get moving. I wanna watch you fuck yourself on my cock."

Namjoon nods, steadying himself before beginning to move his hips. it takes him a minute to find the right way to move, but he figures out that the best way is to move his hips in a forward circular motion, thrusting into you as he moves his hips up and pulling out as he sinks down on Jimin's cock, leaning back a bit with one hand on your lower back, and the other behind him on Jimin's thigh for support.

Namjoon has started panting heavily from the stimulation, and honestly, you and Jimin aren't faring much better. The constant upward motion of Namjoon's hips with every thrust has him pressing into your g-spot everytime, and Jimin's tight grip on your waist tells you he's feeling the same way.

A sweet, repetitive chorus of moans fills the bedroom as the three of you get lost in the pleasure, and it isn't long before Namjoon is the first to go. His thrusts pick up their pace, his moans turning to high pitched whimpers as he chases his high, but is only met with disappointment when he reaches his second dry orgasm. He gasps for breath and whines loudly when he doesn't get the release he was craving, but then immediately starts moving his hips again in desperation.

"Noona, do you think two is enough?" Jimin asks. "He's starting to look a little pathetic."

You sit up a bit and look over your shoulder at Namjoon to see just how fucked out he looks, fucking you and himself relentlessly now as his eyes plead with you.

"Mm. I guess so." You nod. "Joonie you can take the cock ring off now."

"Thank you." He whimpers, pulling out of you just long enough to slip the ring off be from plunging back inside you and picking up his pace again. He groans at the feeling of having nothing holding him back and he quickly reaches his peak again, moaning loudly as he slams into you and finally feels the sweet release he's been so desperate for. Namjoon fills you with his hot release, coating your walls as he shivers, but he keeps going, his hips never stopping. "I-I need one... one more." He whines. " Jiminie I want... I want you to fill me. I want to feel it."

Jimin smirks. "Of course baby. I'm close so lift your hips for me?"

Namjoon does and Jimin slips out of him before sliding out from underneath you and situating himself behind Namjoon who practically falls on top of you as he bends over for Jimin.

Jimin grabs Namjoon's hips and quickly pushes into him, fucking the elder boy, and consequentially you, into the mattress. Jimin wasn't lying when he said he was close , it's only a few thrusts before Jimin is ripping the condom off and stroking himself.

"Spread." This one word command has Namjoon immediately reaching back with one hand to spread his cheeks apart as Jimin leans forward, and with an angelic moan, empties himself into Namjoon's waiting entrance.

"Fuck yes." Namjoon groans, relishing in the feeling.

"Mm, you look good dripping like this." Jimin pants, giving Namjoon's ass a nice smack. "Now let noona finish." He orders.

Namjoon quickly turns his attention back to you, slipping out to roll you onto your back before plunging back inside. His hips move fast, chasing his final release as he pounds into you.

"You like watching Jiminie fuck me? Hm? Like it when he fills me up?"

"Fuck yes." You gasp. "It's so hot."

"Now it's my turn to fill you up. You want my cum princess?” Namjoon growls. “Want me to put my pups in your sweet little pussy?"

"God, yes~"

"You have to cum for me first." His hand finds its way down between your legs where his thumb presses harshly into your clit.

"Oh fuck, Joon~!" You cry out as your body convulses, throwing you into a harsh, heavy orgasm.

"That's my girl." You hear him say before he follows you into bliss.

It's a few moments before you come to, with Namjoon crushing you as he lays on top of you, and Jimin laying next to you, just smiling at the both of you. When Jimin sees you come to, he rolls Namjoon off of you and then snuggles up beside you.

"Are you alright jagiya?" He asks, stroking your hair.

"Mm." You nod contentedly. "That was fun."

"Good. Joon?"

"I'm good." Namjoon responds, his face buried in a pillow.

Jimin's eyes crinkle up as he smiles. "Stay here, I'll go get a bath started." And with that he gets up off the bed and disappears into the bathroom. You soon hear the sound of water running, but it takes Jimin a bit longer to come back out than it usually does. He eventually reappears in his robe, helping you and Namjoon up off the bed and into the bathroom where the sight before you takes your breath away.

The tub is filled with bubbles, the room lit by soft candlelight just bright enough for you to see the trail of flower petals on the floor. The subtle scent of jasmine fills the air; one of Namjoon's favorite calming scents; and though your legs ache terribly, the only thing you can feel right now is an overwhelming amount of love.

"What's this?" You question as Jimin leads you to the bathtub.

Jimin only smiles. "Get in my loves."

You and Namjoon quickly slip into the warm water, eager to see what this is all about. As you settle in, leaning back against Namjoon's chest, Jimin sits on the edge of the tub.

"I've been trying to figure out the right time to do this for months, but the timing always felt off." He mumbles. "But tonight feels... It feels right." Jimin reaches into the pocket of his robe and pulls out a small box. "I've always loved the two of you... With all my heart. And I know, at least I think I know that you love me too." You and Namjoon both nod. "Good. Well, I'd like to spend the rest of my life knowing that you love me. So um... I-I was wondering. Will you marry me?"

Jimin opens the box in his hand to reveal two small gem encrusted silver rings. Your heart catches in your throat as tears well up in your eyes.

"Are you serious?" You mumble.

"Y-yes." Jimin nods.

"Yes!" You and Namjoon both squeal at the same time. You go to give Jimin a hug, but accidentally pull him into the tub with you, causing water to go everywhere , but you couldn't care less.

The three of you burst out laughing when you suddenly hear fireworks going off in the distance and then you near Namjoon's watch beep on the counter.

"Already?" You ask. "It's midnight?"

Namjoon nods. "Must be."

"What a perfect start to the year." Jimin adds.

"I can't wait to marry you. Both of you." You lean over and give both boys a kiss.

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merlinfic · 3 years

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❄️ Fic Lists for the Holidays! ❄️

Hi y’all! Happy holidays! We hope you all have a fantastic (and safe!) day today!

As a note: obviously, these lists are (and will be) in no way comprehensive of all the fics that the Merlin fandom has to offer, but we hope you enjoy! Be sure to keep a look out for one more list next week!

The fifth theme is of course: Christmas/Yule! Have a great holiday everyone! :D

And This Is How I See You by Emjayelle

Summary: For months now they've been casually meeting in the lobby of their building, and Merlin's been harbouring a (totally not creepy and perfectly normal and not at all pathetic) crush on his neighbour, Arthur. As luck would have it, they both suddenly find themselves on their own for Christmas, and well… They say there's nothing like a bit of holiday cheer to bring people together. (And pancakes. And toys. And no matter what Arthur says peppermint tea is a legitimate thing. Also cake.)

As Long As We Have We by lady_ragnell

Summary: Arthur thinks he's going to have to spend Christmas alone--at least until he somehow acquires a whole house full of strays.

Blue Christmas by SlantedKnitting

Summary: Arthur's alone on Christmas for the first time in his life and he almost can't cope until Merlin steps in to quietly take Arthur home to Ealdor for the holiday.

Fried Chicken For Christmas by BlueSimplicity

Summary: When Vivian makes a comment to their friends, insinuating that Arthur is not the most passionate of people, hurt and embarrassed, Arthur decides to make her a homemade Christmas feast to prove that he can be romantic. After he almost sets the building on fire three times, help comes to him in the form of his neighbour from 514, a tall lanky fellow named Merlin, with two of the worst behaved dogs Arthur has ever encountered, who offers to teach him how to cook.

Except, as their lessons progress, Arthur slowly comes to realise that Vivian may not be the one he really wants to cook for. But only if he has the courage to let go of all of his fears, and reach for the one thing he truly wants for Christmas.

WARNINGS – This story contains an exploded microwave, opaque blob, a blorp, and mentions of inappropriate sexual acts performed on turkeys. But also, a little bit of holiday cheer and a whole lot of love.

gold rush by acciomerlin

Summary: "Did you bring me flowers, Merlin?"

"Uh, no?”

Arthur gestured to a spot on the table behind him.

“What’s that, then?”

Merlin slowly twisted around to see what he was pointing at, dread curling in his gut. Primly placed on the tabletop was a bouquet of red roses.

“Er, someone else must have left them there. I have no idea where they came from,” Merlin lied awkwardly.

As if on cue, a rose fell out of his jacket pocket and Merlin's stomach dropped a thousand feet beneath the ground.

It's Yuletide, the newly appointed Court Sorcerer of Camelot is pining and his magic decides to do something about it.

In for keeps by Anonymous

Summary: Merlin and Prince Arthur have been in a relationship for a while, unbeknownst to others. Arthur is ready to take the next step and make them official, but Merlin isn’t yet. The restrictions on his life and the mere idea of the lack of privacy seem too much for him to bear.

Separated over Christmas, overworked and overwrought, an accident befalls Arthur.

Cue a worried Merlin racing overnight on a trouble-ridden trip to Scotland on Christmas Eve.

Well, the course of true love, never did run smooth...

Let Me Tell You a Story (and show you my heart) by Emrys MK (mk_malfoy)

Summary: Arthur, newly crowned King of Camelot, gets sick at Yule, his favorite holiday of the year. He is disappointed that he will miss the festivities, frustrated because Merlin is telling him what to do, and feels awful because every bone in his body aches. Through it all, Merlin, ever the faithful servant, takes very good care of Arthur.

Maybe this Christmas by Anonymous

Summary: It’s almost Christmas and all the flights at JFK airport in New York have been cancelled due to a storm. Stuck at the airport, Arthur, a young businessman on the verge of burnout, meets Merlin, a yoga teacher from Cardiff. Sparks fly and what starts out as a heated, head-over-heels Christmas romance has the potential to become more - much more.

If it weren’t for the baggage both of them bring with them…

Mistletoe by swiftonthedownside

Summary: At Yuletide celebrations, visitors from the north bring with them a treasured tradition—and with it, a whole heap of trouble.

Basically an AU where less stuff has gone wrong, Morgana isn’t evil, etc. Takes place the year Arthur was crowned Prince of Camelot.

Rarely Plain and Never Simple by Anonymous

Summary: For once, it would be nice if Merlin’s favourite winter festival could pass without having to fend off any deadly magical threats. But something about Yule just seems to bring out the absolute worst in people. Year after year, he enters the season full of hope for an enjoyable party, only for his hopes to be dashed by a deluge of disasters. Still, despite being waylaid by an overly perceptive knight, a curious prince, and a naughty baby dragon, he is cautiously optimistic that this year will be different... until a sorcerer arrives at the citadel who threatens to punch a hole in all his dreams…

To Make The Season Bright by ingberry

Summary: Merlin swaps houses with Morgana Pendragon over Christmas only to end up with a house guest that wasn't part of the deal.

Underneath the Mistletoe by tehfanglyfish

Summary: After Gwen tells Arthur about the custom of kissing under the mistletoe, all he can think about is how it would be a nice way to work up the courage to finally kiss Merlin. It's too bad that Merlin is pining after someone else. And to make matters worse, rogue mistletoe keeps appearing in Arthur's chambers.

Also known as the one where Arthur pines for Merlin, Gwen makes a move, Merlin's magic has a mind of its own, and Percival and Gwaine get a much-needed push.

warm and real and bright by ariadne_odair

Summary: “Did you miss me?” Arthur asks.

“Not in the slightest,” Merlin lies baldly, and laughs when Arthur digs him in the ribs. “Will sends his regards.”

Arthur snorts. “No, he doesn’t.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Merlin agrees. “He had several thoughts on me being courted by a Lord.”

“I just bet he did,” Arthur mutters. “I am more curious to know your thoughts on the matter.”

-In which: Lord Arthur Pendragon is courting one Merlin Emrys, Arthur is absolutely not pining whilst Merlin is away, and Gwaine gives advice that is (very) occasionally useful.

We Could Always Be This Way by idlestories

Summary: Merlin and Arthur are married, Camelot is flourishing, and it's the holidays. It's snowing, and Merlin owes Arthur a dance.

#fic list: christmas & yule #merthur fic rec #merlin fic rec #theme: holidays #merry christmas and happy holidays everyone!!!#hope you all have a great day regardless if you celebrate anything today!#enjoy your day!#mod danielle

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Time for The Doctor, The Widow, And The Wardrobe!

Big spaceship, not very Christmassy. The Doctor runs through explosions and in a scene straight out of Eraser, has to catch a spacesuit while in free-fall. I know I should probably question the fact that his eyeballs didn't immediately explode or something in the vacuum of space, but I do have vague memories of the Fifth Doctor doing space things with just a helmet on over his cricket gear, so I’ll allow it.

Credits! Madge is cycling merrily along with no helmet on, but I don't actually know if cycling helmets existed during that time period and I’m not bothered enough to google it, so I'll let it slide. There is a yell and an explosion that knocks her off her bike, which is why you should always wear a helmet. Anyway, she goes to investigate.

The Doctor moans about his helmet and Madge quickly deduces that he's not blind, it's just on backwards. She nips home and tells her kids she's borrowing the car because she's found a spaceman or maybe an angel and she's taking him to town to find a police box. When asked, Cyril says she's gone out. Which is also correct, I suppose.

Madge is a demon driver. Happily her car only goes about 20mph. They find the TARDIS. But the Doctor can't find the key. Madge offers to pick the lock. Somehow, she manages. I don't know whether this means the TARDIS has just been fucking with everyone over the years or Madge is just that good-

Turns out it is, in fact, an actual, real police box, haha! I had forgotten that!

Anyway, Madge wishes him a Merry Christmas. It's Christmas Eve and nobody should be alone at Christmas. She returns home to find her husband reading the news. War is coming. Madge says that talking about it will make it happen. I'm not entirely sure it works like that, Madge. But either way, the next shot is of hubby and his plane going down over the Channel, three years later.

Madge has received a telegram informing her of her husband's death, but it's immediately obvious from the conversation that the children don't know. They're going to Uncle Digby's house and I realise for the first time that Uncle Digby is a nod to Professor Digory from The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe, of course he is, how did I miss that!? I mean, I know this story was based on that one, obviously, I just missed the Digby-Digory connection and whoops I've got distracted, where were we?

The children are confident their father will be there and make a wish. Madge closes her eyes and silently joins in and we hear TARDIS noises.

The house is big and creaky and the Doctor greets them all by tearing the door off it's hinges. Today the Doctor is going by his second name, the Caretaker. He shows them around. He has made... adjustments. I can tell no lies, I want the children's bedroom.

Madge is not impressed with the Doctor and his mad ramblings though. She sends the children away and tells Doctor that their father is dead. The Doctor drops the zany act and they have a short and genuinely moving conversation about why she's even bothering to try and give them a happy Christmas at all. I do love these moments when the Doctor stops playing around and you can see how serious he really is.

The Christmas tree is AMAZING. And there's a giant present underneath it! While Madge hugs her children and tells the it's going to be the best Christmas ever, Cyril sees the present glow and hears whispery voices from it.

That night, there are sonicy noises. Lily goes to investigate them. Cyril sneaks off to look at the present, because of course he does, who can blame him? This is why Santa doesn't put presents under the tree until night time.

Upstairs, Lily questions the Doctor about the police box in his room. He says it's his wardrobe, he just painted it.

Cyril unwraps the present. And inside is an opening, leading to Narnia! Well, not really, but it IS a snowy forest and it looks fab. The trees grow their own baubles! That... get bigger and crack open, which is when Cyril nopes back out. But not for long, and when he gets back in, there's a little line of footprints in the snow.

The Doctor and Lily find Cyril missing. The Doctor immediately realises where he's gone and drags Lily into the box as well. Turns out Cyril has a big head start because time moves differently here. Lily is very confused. She thinks it's Fairyland. (She doesn't think it's Narnia, because that book hasn't been written yet.) Apparently Fairyland looks completely different.

The footprints Cyril was following are getting bigger. Lily gets distracted by a tree growing baubles. The Doctor raves about how this was supposed to be a brilliant Christmas trip, but quickly realises something's wrong, the trees are talking to each other.

Back at the house, Madge notices her children are missing and that the present has been opened.

Cyril finds a building. Inside is a big, wooden statue on a throne. Oh, it's head moves. Not a statue after all.

The Doctor tells Lily that this planet is completely and totally safe, just as things start going bump in the night. He acknowledges that maybe he should just not say things like that.

Madge is in the forest now, and almost gets stepped on by a big metal foot. People in worn yellow armour step out and surround her, which I guess would probably be more shocking if she hadn't already met the Doctor in his spacesuit. Plus, also, war going on. So she remains fairly calm as they point guns at her and try to decide if her woollen clothes are a weapon or not. One of the soldiers suggests she might be a time traveller. The main one sarcastically asks if they're sure it's not her cardigan. It's little petty moments like this that make me giggle.

Anyway, it seems like something bad's going to happen in the forest, so Madge starts crying.

Cyril explores.

Lily lectures the Doctor, but as he points out, this was supposed to be a supervised trip.

Cyril find another wooden statue holding a circlet over a throne. To my surprise, he doesn't sit down but just goes to look out of the window.

Lily and the Doctor arriver at the building and the Doctor realises the statue was what hatched from the bauble. Also the building was grown. He's very excited about it. He also reckons it's a trap. For people. But they can't leave because Cyril's there.

Madge is still crying. The soldiers find it all very off-putting. They argue but eventually put the guns on the ground. They tell her they're from Androzani Major, not to be confused with Androzani Minor, the planet that killed the Fifth Doctor (very good story, do recommend). She tells them she's from Earth, 1941, and whips out a gun and smirks about her fake crying. I'll admit, I did like this scene more before a bunch of other white women hit the news for fake-crying at cops to get black people killed. Anyway, the head soldier isn't impressed and tells her he doesn't think she'll use it. She warns him she's looking for her children, so yep, she definitely would.

The Doctor calls for Cyril, who turns around just in time to see the statue holding the now-glowing circlet above his head. The sonic won't open the door because of course, the building is made of wood. The statue herds Cyril onto the throne. Lily notices stars coming out of the trees. It's very pretty, ngl.

Then the door glows. The statue has put the circlet on Cyril's head. The statue downstairs gets up and starts to climb the stairs.

Madge and the soldiers start arguing and they tell her the forest is going to be harvested by using acid rain, yikes.

The door unlocks. Lily and the Doctor go to check on Cyril, who is unconscious. Then all the life force stars start leaving the trees. The sonic screwdriver still doesn't work. The statues can talk to Cyril, presumably through the circlet.

Back to Madge, who reckons the doohickey thing they're onkinda looks like a plane cockpit, but then the crew gets beamed out as they're warning her to leave and I belatedly realise I don't actually know why they were there in the first place. Oh well. (ETA, it's apparently a Harvester, so I'm going to assume there was shit the crew needed to do in it before the actual harvesting began. Or maybe it's the Harvesters that cause the rain) Anyway, the audio scan they were doing picks up the Doctor and her children talking about how the life force is evacuating because they're scared of the rain, but they need to travel in something alive. Then one of them touches Cyril and talks directly to the Doctor, telling him his coming was foretold. He says there's no such thing and I raise an eyebrow because while yes, the Doctor generally is sceptical of such things, I watched The End Of Time earlier this week.

The Doctor asks why they haven't left yet and there's a bit of a communication breakdown as they say Cyril is weak. The Doctor says that's because he's a child. They repeat that he's weak. The Doctor volunteers and they tell the Doctor he's weak too and he takes it personally and grabs the circlet which promptly zaps him. Lily grabs it and just finds it tingly and then when the statue touches her and says she's strong but young, I twig (pun not intended). They need a mothership! A literal Mother Ship. The Doctor is a bit slower on the uptake.

Madge listens to her children as they tell each other of course their mother's coming. And so when the Doctor tells Cyril they have to leave now, he fold his arms and says nope, they're waiting for Mummy. And sure enough, the Harvester comes stumbling towards them, because Madge is still a demon driver. And then she fires the Doctor as caretaker.

Of course, the very first thing she does is hug her children and lecture Cyril for opening his presents. Downstairs, the Doctor declares the Harvester a complete write-off and looks up to see the life force stars entering the tower and runs upstairs to find them all heading inside Madge. She rather enjoys being a forest. The Doctor finally catches up on the whole mother ship thing and they all fly away, hooray!

The ship heads into the time vortex. All she has to do is think and they'll get home because she's in control. But her head is full of trees and she can't really concentrate and so the Doctor tells her to think of all the things she misses about home... so of course, she focuses on her husband. The Doctor asks her how they met and yeah, it's not the best, but she is grinning in all the flashbacks so I mutter 'different times' to myself and remember all the Baby It's Cold Outside discourse.

And then she sees the plane and she doesn't want to see that happen. Unfortunately, she says that out loud and Lily and Cyril catch on.

Back to the plane. There's a bright light and Reg hears Madge calling goodbye.

Back to the spaceship. The life force is no longer in Madge's head, The Doctor tries to explain where they went, but Madge just gives him a dead-eyed glare so he gives up and tells her they're out in the stars now. And where are they? Home, Christmas morning. Unfortunately, the children have questions. The Doctor steps outside to give them some space.

Then he rushes back in and tells Madge that maybe she should come and look.

Turns out when they were flying through the vortex and she locked onto his last (known) moments, he was able to follow the rest of the way! He's very confused because of course for him, it was about the 20th. But I assume he'll be forgiven for not picking up a few last minute presents. :)

The Doctor sneaks away from the happy family reunion and Madge follows and spots the TARDIS and finally realises he's the spaceman she met a few years ago. She asks him to stay for dinner, he says nope, people to see, but it eventually comes out that all his friends think he's dead and Madge lectures him to go to them and fess up.

The Doctor knocks on a door. Amy opens up with a water pistol and tells him it's been two years before squirting him. She tells him they knew he wasn't dead all along and after a little stubborn grumping at each other, they hug. Rory tells him there's a place set for him, they always set one and I make myself sad by wondering if they still do that in 1930s New York.

FINAL THOUGHTS

Not as good as A Christmas Carol, but still one of my faves. It's another one that doesn't let you forget that this is a Christmas special. The scenes in the snowy forest are all gorgeous, you can totally see why the Doctor picked it for a Christmas trip. And the house is also beautifully decorated as both Madge and the Doctor are determined to give Lily and Cyril the best Christmas possible before they have to learn the fate of their father. But then we end on a happy high when it turns out he's not dead after all and the reason his plane vanished was because it was travelling through time.

The biggest flaw is, of course, that bit about Reg following Madge home and it could be fixed just by cutting the line where she says she didn't want to make a fuss, because she's clearly enjoying his company in the actual flashback. I know it's there to set up Reg following her home again, but I'm sure it could've been phrased better.

Also one thing that bugs me is, do the people of Androzani Major actually know the forest is sentient? And if not, has anybody told them?

#nonsims #doctor who #eleventh doctor #sushi's christmas doctor who rewatch #the doctor the widow and the wardrobe

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queen-bunnyears · 3 years

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Chapter Four ~ Boxing Day

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader, Tom Holland x Reader (not at the same time)

Summary: Every year with Christmas Tom, his brothers, some friends and you rented a house in Scotland to celebrate the holidays and New Years Eve with a lot of friends. Last year’s christmas you and Harrison had something special going on, and this year he brings his new girlfriend. Chaos ensues.

Am I ignoring corona christmas lockdown in this fic? You bet your ass I am.

This is way too fluffy, but I am a big softy today.

Wordcount: 2,1k

Warnings: alcohol, accidental slicing in a finger, cursing, kissing.

Chapter three - Epilogue

26 December 2020

“Morning dreamy, wanna have some tea?” The scent of strong tea hit your senses, and you slowly got up. Tom stood next to the bed, in his sweatpants and tank top, a cup of tea in his hands. His hair was wet, he obviously just had a shower. He looked good. God your brain should turn itself off.

“Yeah thanks Tom,” you took the tea from his hands, sitting up against the headboard you slowly sipped your tea. Tom sat down next to you, being unusually quiet. You set down your tea to ask him what was the matter, but his hands attacking your sides made it obvious. A scream escaped your lips as you tried to get away from his tickling hands. You were out of breath and laughing hysterically by the time you finally escaped. The plush carpet felt soft, somewhere in the struggle you had fallen off the bed. Tom’s head stuck over the edge of the bed, as he had managed to stay there when you fell down.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, fine. I’m gonna get you back though,” you launched yourself back onto the bed, trying to tickle him, but he was way too strong for you, and moments later you were squirming again under his teasing tickling fingers. You were both laughing as you almost fell off the bed again. When you started to near the edge you decided to take him down with you, both of you tumbling off the bed into a heap on the ground.

“What the fack is happening here?” you and Tom looked up to see Sam and Harrison standing in the doorway.

“It sounded like someone was dying, of having the weirdest sex ever,” Sam said.

“So you thought let’s check?” Tom laughed. When the heaving of your chest had slowed down a bit you felt like you finally got some oxygen again. You got up and sat down on the bed again.

“Don’t worry guys, I still have my clothes on,”

“Well,” Tom said, eyeing you up and down, “Can you really call that fully clothed?” You looked down at your sleep shorts and big shirt and shrugged.

“I am wearing a bra Tom, that is so much more than you could have asked for,”

“Yeah only cus you didn’t want to take it off last night, because you were drunk,” he shot back and you laughed. Sam cleared his throat.

“Well we leave you to it then. Breakfast in thirty minutes, you coming to help y/n?”

“Yeah I’ll be down in five,” you replied, scurrying off the bed to go to the bathroom. You grabbed your clothes, but you didn’t miss Harrisons pained look when he closed the bedroom door.

“So, you and Tom having fun?” Sam said. You looked over at him. His face was awfully neutral.

“What exactly are you asking Sam?”

“Well, all I know is that you and Tom seem very close, much closer than last year,” He said, cracking an egg into the pan. You ripped the plastic off the big slab of bacon.

“Well yeah, we have gotten a lot closer this year. I spent some time in Orlando for work when he was filming there so we saw each other a lot. And he came to visit me in New York, remember,” you said, carefully cutting strips of bacon, “Plus the summer holidays, but you were there right?”

“Yes I was,” he said, “And Harrison? Have you seen him this year?”

“No, not really. I called him several times but we never really spoke,” you said. You resumed working in silence, and you started to wonder. Did something change with you and Tom? You had always been close with him. The clowns of the group. But last year something had changed. After you let go of Haz you and Tom seemed to get closer every time you saw each other. You were so deep in your thoughts you didn’t notice you had cut into your hand until Sam took the knife out of your hand.

“Y/n, you okay?” only when he asked you, you felt the stinging pain in your hand. A big part of your hand was red, and it was a miracle the bacon seemed to be fully clean.

“Yeah I’m okay. Let me just,-” you put your hand underneath the tap, turning it on to let some cold water run over your hand.

“I’ll call Harrison,” Sam said. Harrison was the one with a first aid certificate. Moments later he and Lily came into the kitchen. Lily quickly ran up to you, examining your hand.

“I am a nurse, is it okay if I look at it?” she asked.

“Yeah sure, it’s probably nothing big though,” you said.

“It isn’t,” Lily said, taking the first aid kid from Harrisons hands, “But you were cutting raw meat, and it shouldn’t get infected.”

She put disinfectant on the cut and opened the plaster box.

“Wait, do you guys really have dinosaur bandages in your box?” she asked. You snorted.

“Yes, it’s my kit, and I noticed everyone gets happy when they get a dino bandage. So I got them, and trust me, it works like a treat,” Lily laughed with you, and wrapped your hand in some bandage.

“Here you go, and be careful dear. You don’t want to cut your hand off,”she said, turning around and grabbing Haz his hand, “Come on Hazzi, let’s go upstairs, I wanna shower before breakfast.”

Harrison stared at you, and then followed Lily. You cooked the bacon, put all the fresh bread rolls on trays. Tuwaine got into the kitchen and helped you and Sam set up the table.

“Hey warrior, what did you do?” Tom was hardly understandable, his mouth stuffed with bread and nutella. He pointed at your bandage, and you felt your cheeks burn.

“Cut myself while cooking,”

“She was completely zoned off,” Sam said next to you. You rolled your eyes.

“It was not that bad, I am fine,” you rolled your eyes to Tom, who looked way more worried than he should. “Really Tom, I am,”

Boxing day was tv day. Every year a series or movie was chosen to watch, lots of spiked hot chocolate and snacks were prepared. Basically movies and day drinking. Harry had brought the collection of Sissi movies. Three long old movies, perfect for the occasion. All the couples shared couches, and soon you and Tom were left alone. You made do with a lot of pillows and a blanket on the ground. In between the first and second movie you had to go to the bathroom, so you got up. In the hallway you bumped into Harrison.

“Haz,” you said, putting your hand on his arm. He looked up. “Can we talk?” you asked, gesturing to the empty kitchen.

“Eh yeah sure?”

“Are you okay Haz?” you asked, when you were in the kitchen, shutting the door behind you. When he didn’t answer you continued, “I feel like something is weird, if you get what I mean. Did I do something wrong?” At your last question he finally met your eyes.

“No Y/n, no. I am the one who is acting weird. I don’t know,” he said, “Actually, I do know I think.”

“Then please tell me. I worry about you,”

“It’s just. I feel weird about you. Weirdly possessive. I shouldn’t but you know,” he let out a small breath, “You are a bit of a weak spot for me. I love Lily but I care about you and,”

He stopped talking and put a hand on your shoulder.

“I am being stupid. I just want you to be happy. I made a choice and I am very happy with Lil but. I miss you,”

“Haz I,” you didn’t know what to say.

“I miss us being friends so I am angry at everyone here who is your friend,” he raked his hand through his hair, “I suppose that’s it,”

“We can be friends Haz, please,” you said, cautiously wrapping your arms around him in a hug. “Just contact me somewhere during this year. I would really appreciate that,”

He laughed in your hair. “Will do, I promise.”

“Now I would love to hug you a bit longer, but I really need to pee,” you said, breaking free from his arms.

“Always the charmer aren’t you,” he replied, a big smile on his face, “Wanna have some extra spiked hot chocolate?” You nodded and walked to the hallway again.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for asking,” his face is flushed red, and you smile softly.

“No problem Haz. I missed you,”

The last two movies flashed by you. You wouldn’t be able to tell anyone what you had seen, it was all a blur. What wasn’t a blur was your mind. You were lost in your thoughts. Tom gently nudged your shoulder.

“Hi, is everything alright?”

“Yeah just super tired. Like I-really-gotta-sleep tired,” you murmured, smiling sleepily to him. The booze, cooking and all your feelings had drained every last bit of energy from your body. Tom said nothing, but he scooped your body up and carried you upstairs. He put you on the bed, laying your pyjamas next to you.

“Go, sleep. Harry cooks tonight, he said something about pizza. You have done enough,” he softly stroked your hair. With a soft kiss on your head he left the room.

You woke up in a mess of blankets, pillows and your pyjamas that Tom put on the bed but you had drifted off before you could put them on. The door opened and you looked up.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Like a damn baby. God I was so tired, how did you guys deal with me?”

“We love you,” he said laughing, easily catching the pillow you sent flying his way. “Did you talk to Haz? He seemed a lot more at ease,”

“Yeah we talked, he told me he missed being friends. Everything is fine now,” you told him. He stood in the door, and you sat up in bed.

“Well, now we are here,” he said, “I have a Christmas present for you.”

“What? We never do Christmas presents?” you said, your mind was still a bit foggy from your sleep.

“Yeah I saw something that I wanted to get you so I figured, let’s call it a Christmas present,” he rummaged through his suitcase, finally sitting down on the edge of the bed with a small wrapped box. He gave it to you. You softly shook the box.

“It isn’t gonna explode right?” He shook his head. You tore the gift paper from the box. A small jewelry box laid in your hands. You opened the lid, and nearly dropped it.

“Tom, this is beautiful,” you exclaimed. He let out a breath, the nervous look on his face disappearing. Inside the box was a pretty ring, one you had been fawning over at Covent Garden months ago. You had decided not to splurge back then, and had regretted it not even moments later. “From that day in Covent Garden right?”

“I bought it when you left. You were so sad that you left it so,-” you threw your arms around him.

“Thank you so much,”

You got out of the hug and took the ring from the box. It fit your pink perfectly. You looked up at Tom, to find him staring at you.

“Tom,-” he pressed his lips on yours in a searing kiss. His hands flew to your face, and you were shook. Tom was kissing you? You kissed him back, but as abruptly as he started, he broke the kiss.

“I am sorry,” he murmured, getting up and stumbling away, heading towards your door.

“Get back here and kiss me again you asshole,” you said, getting out of the bed as well and taking large steps towards him. He met you halfway, your lips collided. If you thought the first kiss had been good, boy you were corrected now. Tom's lips seemed to melt together with yours, his hands seeming to find a weak spot in your neck immediately. When his tongue brushed yours you were sure you died and went to heaven. The world could come crashing down around you, and you wouldn’t have cared.

You knotted your hands in his shirt. His touch felt like fire, igniting a warm feeling in your chest. He gently pushed you back until you hit the bed. You let yourself fall onto it, taking him down with you. The same bed you had been play fighting in this morning. But now Tom was kissing you and you never wanted it to end.

Epilogue

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