#i was expecting someone to pop out and go in that moment i swear we were infinite
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Mishaps in the potionology classroom
Malleus x reader
A late-night tutoring session turned into a night of frantically looking through textbooks and babysitting a baby dragon.
We all know what started this, I would die for this little guy he’s precious, no spoiler warning cos I’m not on JP server lol.
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What were you going to tell Lillia? How well will Silver take this? How is Sebek going to kill you? These were the questions that floated through your mind as you held a baby dragon prince in your arms. What were you going to do now… after an incident like this you were surely going to be on some fae hit list.
It was an accident you swear, but that didn’t matter now did it, how impromptu tutoring session come to this?
It all started when you asked Malleus for some assistance with your potionology class homework, you wouldn't normally ask someone like him who probably had something better to do than tutor you but it was late at night and you were desperate. You had spotted him out the window of your room in Ramshackle when the idea popped into your head. Ask him a few questions out the window and it would be over, right?
Wrong.
“Tsunotaro do you have a minute to spare?” you asked him as he turned his head up in surprise
As always he answered with a smile “Why yes of course I do, I always have time for you my dearest perfect.” relief flooded your features and you started to explain your situation.
“There are a few questions on this potionology homework that aren't clicking, I dont think it will take too long but would you like to come inside it's colder than I thought out there.” How could you resist, it was only the proper thing to do no? He is a prince after all, and it was indeed unusually cold out tonight it couldn't hurt to invite him into your dorm.
You quickly rush to the door to let him in, guiding him to your room where Grimm was, as expected still sound asleep on your bed belly up snoring. “Please excuse him, you know how he is.” you sigh as he chuckled,
“Please don’t worry, now what did you need help with my dear” Your heart skipped a beat almost dropping the extra chair you were bringing over to your desk.
Sitting down and clearing your throat you begin your impromptu tutoring session with Malleus “W-we’ll there's this part here-”
With Malleus’s help, you quickly progressed to the last question but as you read it your eyes grew wide, how could you overlook this? “Using the recipe provided on page 324 of the textbook please recreate the potion you have been studying. Oh god, how did I miss Professor Crewel telling us about that in class?” you bury your face in your hands in defeat.
Unbeknownst to you a smile grew on Malleuses face “Worry not child of man, shall we go to the potionology classroom? I’m sure even the spirits that roam the halls of the school would not dare to stop you if I came along.”
“Is that really ok? I mean it's midnight we aren't even supposed to be out of our dorms at this time of the night.” lifting your head you looked at him with worry in your eyes.
“You may place your trust in me, I shall take the fall if anything were to happen.” You sigh giving into desperation for a second time tonight.
And that's how you were now stuck in the potionology classroom with a baby dragon frantically calling Grimm for help. Was it the best thing to do at the moment? No. But what else could you do? Calling a professor was out of the question, you could be expelled for something like this. Calling one of the other first years was also out of the question, you didn't want to drag them into this either. So you went to your last resort, Grimm.
“Y/N where are you do you know what time it is?” Grimm sleepy shouted into the phone.
“Grimm I’m sorry for waking you up but I’m in a sticky situation right now, I’ll explain everything later but right now I need you to come down to the potionology classroom it's urgent-” Just then little dragon Malleus decided he was bored and wanted out of your arms, “Hey Tsunotaro stay still-” it was then that the little guy swung his tail up knocking the phone out of your hands and onto the floor, effectively ending the call.
“Well at least that might get him to come over here quicker,” you sighed as you tried to wrangle Malleus to stay in your arms. “What are we going to do with you little Tsunotaro, I can only assume that what we made and accidentally splashed onto you was an age-reversal potion of some kind.” you held him out hands under his arms like someone would hold a long cat.
A few minutes later Grimm slams the door open “Y/N, are you ok!” Grimm shouted out of breath from the long run over to the potionology classroom.
“Yeah sorry to worry you Grimm, Tsunotaro made me drop the phone,” you said as you turned towards Grimm, bringing the little dragon closer to your body.
With a confused expression, he cocked his head to the side and pointed at the little guy in your arms, “Is that?”
“Yeah” Filling Grimm in on the situation you sat down on the floor and subconsciously began to play with Malleus’s little feet, petting him as if he were a cat. In your defense, he was cat-shaped and sized and he seemed to begin to relax in your lap as well.
“So what do we do now?” Grimm asked now coming closer to the little dragon in your lap to get a closer look.
“Well if you could pass me that textbook and help me look for a solution to this before anyone finds out that would be great.” You looked at him with a tired smile.
A few minutes had passed and Grimm walked over to you and pulled at your sleeve too afraid of what would happen if the sleeping dragon in your lap woke up. He looked up at you and back down to the textbook in his hand pointing at a particular sentence in the page. You quietly read it aloud “There is no way to reverse the effects of the potion, the amount of time the potion is in effect is determined by the amount of potion the individual comes in contact with.” you sighed in relief, from what you could tell only a few drops had landed on him. “Judging by the table here he should be back to normal in a few hours,” you finally allowed yourself to release the breath you were holding. Now looking back down at little baby Malleus in your lap you could finally take in how absolutely adorable he was, his tiny wings, those eyes that were slightly disproportionate to the rest of his head, the way he squished his little head into your stomach. Looking back up at Grimm you smiled “Ok let’s clean up the evidence and go back to Ramshackle to get some rest, we might have a little explaining to do tomorrow.”
Somehow you and Grimm had managed to get back to ramshackle without incident and without waking the sleeping dragon in your arms. Upon entering the dorm Grimm spoke up “So where are ya gonna put baby Tsunotaro for tonight? Because I am not giving up my spot in bed.” Grimm stood defiantly in front of your shared bed.
“Grimm please dont be stubborn, it's just for one night, plus he is the future ruler of the Briar Valley, who knows what hitlist the fae will put us on if he gets mad” You stare at Grimm with a fearful expression (fake of course but Grimm doesn't have to know that). And with that, the three of you were off to bed. Although things might have turned out in Grimm's favor because for the rest of that night every time you weren't holding little Malleus in your arms, he would whine and make a fuss until you would take him back into your arms against your warm body for cuddles.
As per usual the next morning you awoke to your alarm clock blaring from the bedside table. As you groaned you attempted to move to turn the wretched thing off but instead, you were met with the realization someone was holding you, preventing you from moving. “Allow me a few more minutes of bliss please dear.” a husky low voice borderline growled into your ear as one of his arms reached over you to shut off the alarm clock.
“Malleus?!” this is not what you were expecting to wake up to this morning. You thought you would wake up with a tiny little dragon in your arms if your calculations were correct, maybe the potion didn't work as well on fae? You thought as you stared up at his handsome face who stared back at you.
“Yes, my dear prefect? Is something the matter?” he looked at you inquisitively, surely he didn't think this was normal right? To wake up and just be cuddling with someone?
“Ah well um I just thought I would be waking up to a little dragon this morning.” you laughed awkwardly as you tried to relax in his hold.
“Worry not, a potion as weak as that would not have such an effect on me. Oh or are you perhaps disappointed at the fact you no longer get to see me as an infant? Lilla has told me I was quite cute back then.” he chuckles as your red face burying yourself in the sheets.
“He isn't wrong, you were very adorable,” you spoke softly from under the sheets.
Malleus then suddenly pulled your body closer to his, ”Am I no longer cute now dear? Oh how you wound me” he spoke as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck.
If you thought you were red before, now you were probably even redder than Riddle's hair “Well I… I think your quite handsome now…” you whispered as your hand moved to stroke his hair. “Not that you weren't handsome before this or anything! I just-”
“Will you two get a room or something?! Can't a cat get some extra sleep before class without lovey-dovey fools realizing feelings so loud?!” Grimm shouted as he got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom “Geez, not even one day of peace in this damn dorm.” he grumbled under his breath before slamming the door shut.
And with that, the two of you burst into a fit of laughter enjoying one another warmth under the covers for a little while longer before getting ready for school yourselves.
“Hey isn't your dorm going to go into a panic looking for you this morning?” You asked Malleus from the bathroom as you got dressed.
He responded with a chuckle “Worry not, Lillia came to find me earlier this morning. The only one I would worry about is Sebek.” he spoke with a smirk on his face.
Back in Diasomnia
“WAKA SAMAAAAAAAA HAS ANYONE SEEN WAKA SAMA,” a certain green hair crocodile was currently screaming his head off as if someone had died.
The usually sleepy silver-haired boy crossed his arms and shook his head at the sight, “It’s going to be a long morning.”
All the while the pink-haired vice house warden was laughing his head off at the sight of the chaos occurring.
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Haloo, I just finished reading your kwannie x reader clingy angst fic. Would u please do a shua version. I also read cheol and hannie ver. Hehe. Just to complete 95 liner. Thank you veery much. 🥰
i hope you enjoyed the last two, and will like this one as well! now we have the 95z complete
+ this is the last clingy fic i’ll write
bad joke | joshua hong
genre | angst & fluff
word count | 1.5k
pairing | joshua x reader
“I don’t deserve you,” you murmured, your cheek squished against Joshua’s chest.
Your day has been dragging itself for what felt like forever, the never-ending accidents having chosen this day to take vengeance on you for some reason, making your mood gloomier than the weather was. Nothing seemed to work out for you, and you prayed for the day to end, so you could lay down in your bed and bawl your eyes out.
You were prepared to come back to a quiet apartment, and cold too, as your heater magically decided to break down. With no dinner, and no proper food in the fridge, you knew that the afternoon would be as miserable as the rest of the day.
The last thing you expected was to open the door, and be greeted by the smell of ramyeon and your favourite tea you always drank before bed, music quietly playing from the speaker in your living room.
“Of course you deserve me, darling,” Joshua gently put his hand on the back of your head, dragging his fingertips gently through your hair. “It was just a bad day.”
He cupped your face, pulling it away from his chest looking down at you with a warm smile, as small creases by his eyes appeared, something that always happened when he looked at you. And in that moment everything felt alright again - his soft gaze, and equally gentle touch made you melt further into his body, tension leaving your sore muscles for the first time since you woke up. He was your definition of comfort, your safe blanket, that you could wrap around yourself on your worst days, knowing that he’d always be there for you.
“Okay, let’s eat before the food gets cold,” he said, intertwining your fingers. You wrapped your hand around his bicep, and leaned your head onto his shoulder, as he guided you to the kitchen. Joshua busied himself with finishing off the food, as you took out the utensils and prepared the table, even lighting the candle he got for you on his last tour.
“Here you go, darling,” Joshua placed a steaming bowl of your favourite ramyeon on the table, as well as the tea he had made earlier. “I hope it’s still warm,” he said, wrapping his hand around your cup, checking the temperature. “I can make you another one,” he was about to take it away, when you grabbed his wrist to stop him.
“It’s okay Josh, just sit down, and eat with me,” you said, picking up the spoon and chopsticks. You could swear, you had never been that excited about eating.
But as you started to munch on the food, with a compliment for your boyfriend’s amazing cooking skills at the tip of your tongue, you raised your head, and noticed he was still standing next to you, a weird expression adorning his face.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, stopping in your tracks. “I’m not staying,” Joshua explained, his troubled expression only intensifying. “Remember that boys night I had planned with Coups and Jeonghan? It’s today.”
And just like that, the comfort bubble popped.
“Can’t you reschedule it?” You asked, eyes big, and pleading. You knew you were acting silly, childish even, but it seemed that your body and mind longed to be with him. You just needed someone to look out for you - to take care of you.
He let out a sad sigh, which couldn’t mean anything good, and you knew you wouldn’t like what he was about to say. “You know how long we’ve been planning this night for, darling. And we were really looking forward to it, you know we had to wait months to book that place, and we’d have to wait an eternity for another free spot if we cancelled now.”
“I really don’t want to be alone, Joshua,” you said with a quiet voice and a quivering lip. On any other day, you’d never make him change his plans for you, even now, your words were barely coming through your throat. This was a shitty thing to do, and you knew that if Joshua stayed he’d be unhappy, and you’d end up sitting in an uncomfortable silence rather than finding comfort in each other.
“Don’t you think you’re a bit clingy?” He giggled, the smile reaching his ears. “You’ll be fine for one night, it’s not the end of the world,” his words pierced your heart, making your stomach sink in disappointment, as his words hit you.
“W-what did you just call me?” Joshua’s smile quickly dropped, his teasing demeanour gone in a second. “You said I was clingy?” Your eyes immediately filled with tears, your hands shaking under the table - not so much from anger, but from his dismay. Joshua clearly didn’t realise how much his words hurt you.
“Darling, I-” “Don’t bother.”
You dropped the spoon, and grabbed your cup, heading for the terrace. You ignored Joshua's pleadings for you to come back, his voice clearly laced with guilt, but no matter how hurt he was didn’t change the fact that he hurt you first.
You knew very well it was unfair for you to ask him to cancel his plans, but he called you “clingy” in your most vulnerable state, when you really needed comfort and support, and not his jokes.
You underestimated how cold it was, the breeze sweeping under your shirt, as you stepped out, sending shivers down your back, as the only remaining source of heat was your cup you were tightly clutching between your hands. The clouds seemed even darker than before, casting a sad shadow over the city.
You sat at one of the chairs, looking out to the distance, trying to suppress the tears that were threatening to spill. Not only did you have one of the shittiest days ever - your boyfriend, your precious Joshua decided it was the perfect time to make fun of you, but at the same time you knew it was so wrong to pressure him into changing his plans just because you had a bad day.
“But he did call you clingy,” the thought lingered at the back of your head, somehow trying to excuse your behaviour. You took a shaky inhale, trying to slow down your racing mind, as it was starting to make you really anxious.
A sudden knock pulled you out of your thoughts, making you spill some of the tea that you were sure was cold by now. Another thing to tick off on your “what went wrong today” list.
“Can I talk to you?” Joshua kneeled before you, sinking to his knees, as he took the cup from your cold hands, and gently intertwined your fingers, so he could warm them up a bit, something that the tea failed to do.
“I didn’t mean to call you clingy, and I’m sorry. I want you to know that I only said that as a joke, and I shouldn’t have done that either. It was stupid, and I shouldn’t have reacted like that,” his eyes were sincere, and warm - as they always were. The only thing they missed were the small creases.
“It’s okay Josh. I was wrong too,” you sniffled, wiping off the single tear that escaped your eye. “I’m in no place to ask you to cancel your plans, that was so fucking immature of me,” you shook your head, almost as if you couldn’t quite believe that you had acted like that.
“You had every right, darling,” he cupped your face, bringing you closer to him, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “You had a bad day, of course you wouldn't want to be left alone.”
“Still-.” “Stop blaming yourself. If anything, I acted immature for making fun of you, and calling you something hurtful when you needed help.”
You pulled at the sleeve of his hoodie, making him sit next to you. Joshua was quick to wrap his arms tightly around your body, so he could shield you from the wind, cradling your face close to his chest.
“Why don’t you call Seungcheol’s and Jeonghan’s girlfriends, and you could have a girls' night while I was out with the boys?” he asked in a quiet voice, his mouth right next to your ear. “I really wouldn’t want to leave you alone, precious. I would have a shitty night if I knew you were here alone.”
Letting his word sink, you actually smiled at the idea. That would be even better than staying with Joshua only, and you’d both get to have a great time - you’d end up in a win-win situation.
“You’re a genius Joshua Hong,” you muttered into his chest, closing your eyes. “I don’t think so, I just made my girlfriend cry,” you giggled, actually laughing for the first time today.
“Yeah, but I still love you.”
“I don’t deserve you,” Joshua murmured, his cheek squished against the top of your head.
“Of course you deserve me, darling,” you gently put your hand on the back of his head, dragging your fingertips gently through his hair. “It was just a bad joke.”
also, i could not write proper angst for this one, as i have for the previous fics - but no matter how much i wanted i just couldn't picture joshua calling anyone intentionally clingy
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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 My boyfriend's dad is scared of me ! ´ˎ˗
Jason Grace x Fem!Nyx!Reader
Synopsis: Meeting your boyfriends dad doesn't go as planned when he's scared of you !!!
Warning(s): perhaps a swear here and there, Hera being messy, the usual
Word Count: 2008
A/N: I'd think nyx kids are like Twyla Boogeyman, with the hiding and becoming one with the shadows n stuff
The king of the gods Zeus, even his Roman equivalent Jupiter, was know for being an intimidating force who fears no one. Not even the faithful wife he's cheated on every now and then. Except for maybe one thing, or person. The Goddess Nyx. Nyx is a formidable opponent with power greater and older than Zeus himself.
Now whats just as scary as the Goddess Nyx? Her kids!! Well, kid. It was just you. LOL !
When you were growing up, you were always more comfortable in the shadows. When you turned 7 and your father finally explained who your mother really was, everything started to make sense. Sucks your dad had quickly chucked you off to camp, he was probably just scared of you. From very young you already know of your potential, the powers in the shadows, the powers in the dark, never truly perfecting this blood-curdling aura aura until arriving at camp.
Most people found you creepy, not Jason though. You first met him when Annabeth brought him and his friends to camp. There was obviously something odd about him, probably the fact he was actually a memory wiped ROMAN, but you didn't know that yet. Before he left for his first quest, you would blend into the shadows and follow him around.
Until one day he had enough with the feeling of being watched and ran out into the woods where he could confront you.
"Is there someone there? Is someone following me??" Jason said loudly, looking around in circles waiting for someone to appear from the bushes or behind a tree. Where he didn't expect you to appear? From the underside of a branch out from a shadow, revealing you upside down from the waist up (or down, since you're upside down).
"Did you know your dads scared of my mom?" You laughed as Jason jumped at your sudden appearance.
"Where did you- how did you-" You stuck your hand out toward Jason.
"Y/N, child of Nyx. Hi." Jason slowly reached back out and shook your hand. Once he let go, you fell out of the shadow and landed on the ground in a hero pose before standing up and facing Jason. "You're not one of us are you?"
"What are you talking about? I just got here and don't remember anything, at all."
"What's my moms name?"
"Uh you just said it? Nox."
"Um that's the Roman name, whats with you and the Roman names? Hm?" You looked at him up and down. "I wonder if the rumors are true."
"Huh? What rumor-" And just like that you jumped right back in your shadows and ran off. Jason stood there confused. And for the next few hours, all he thought of was that moment in the woods. Was it cool or creepy? Mostly cool to be honest.
You made your way to the big house to spy on Chiron, see if he knew anything. Until you got bored of waiting and started pestering him.
"Cmon, I've heard the rumors, you know I hear everything. Is there really such a thing as Roman demigods?"
"We cannot discuss this Y/N."
"Please I won't tell. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE-"
"ENOUGH. You win, now keep your mouth shut and go on with your day."
You were a persistent and terrifying girl. Perfect in your eyes honestly. Despite having such a chilling presence you were quite outgoing, so you slowly went from the watcher to the watched. After that day in the woods Jason found himself growing in his curiosity on who you were. He found himself watching shadows waiting for you to suddenly pop up, watched as random legs would pop out from the ground in front of other campers tripping them and quickly disappearing. Then finally, the watching came to a close when Jason's quest finally began.
You weren't oblivious, you knew he was watching you. When he was gone, you missed his attention. To be fair he was a pretty nice sight as well, nice on the eyes. So you just decided, fuck it. YOLO !!!
Jason had gotten back from his quest this morning, and now it was almost time for bed. You jumped back in your trusted shadow and quickly made your way toward the Zeus cabin, slipping in from under the door. When you made your way in, you saw Jason sitting in his bed, and you walked out from the wall next to him.
"Hey there Roman boy." He jumped, just like the first time you scared him like that.
"You gotta stop scaring me like that."
"I like to keep people on their toes, it's fun."
"Almost gave me a heart attack."
"You literally just saved Hera's life from Gaia, I think you can handle me popping in on random." You smiled and plopped down criss-cross applesauce on Jason's bed. "That quest of yours sounded kind of funny anyways."
"What are you doing here anyways?" Jason would be lying if he said he didn't think about you once or twice while he was away.
"I was kinda bored. Missed having you follow me around." You snickered as Jason went a little red.
"I don't know what you talking about."
"You can't out stalk and stalker Jasonnnn," you chuckled, "your an interesting one you mini gladiator."
"I know I'm Roman but I'm not gladiator," Jason said in a matter-of-fact tone. You held up your hands in a fake surrender.
"Well my apologies. Anyways, what was it like saving the world," you never had a quest of your own, so listening to Jason talk about it was really interesting. You guys continued to talk until you realized how late it had gotten. You said your goodnights and you swung yourself under Jason's bed and disappeared. This was something Jason found to be really cool, and it was something that really drew him in to you.
Over the next few months you and Jason continued to talk and grow into friends. You may have been a little weird, but you were a sensible woman. Jason's loyalty, his leadership skills, his good morals, he was just such a genuine and kind hearted person. How could you have not fallen for him?
Thankfully the feeling was mutual. You were such an extroverted girl with a strong sense of adventure and outgoing energy. Jason just couldn't stay away, and despite what his father thought, Jason went on to ask the Nyx girl to be his girlfriend.
As weeks go on, everything is going perfect. Until Jason gets an unexpected visitor.
After practicing at the sword area, Jason makes his way back to his cabin to rest for a little before dinner. Except when he opens the door, he sees the last person he would've ever expected to see.
Hera.
"Well if it isn't Jupiter's favorite. What a lovely surprise." She smiled down a Jason, though it clearly was not a warm smile.
"Surprise..? This is my cabin.?" If Hera was offended by the comment, she didn't show it. Jason was confused as to why she was here, then he heard a noise from under his bed (where its dark), and he thought there couldn't have been a worse time for his girlfriend to show up.
"Ah, the special Nyx girl. Aphrodite has mentioned you in passing you know," Hera mused.
"Hope it was all good things.." You were just as confused as Jason. You looked at him and he just shrugged, and he honestly looked to nervous to ask. To be fair Jason was the result of her husbands affair, best to be careful. "Sooo, whatcha doing here?"
"Just wanted to see it for myself. My husband's child whom he had with another woman is dating a daughter of the one person he fears. Isn't that funny?" Hera chuckled but it didn't seem super friendly. You couldn't help but chuckle a little bit as well, Jason didn't know whether or not he too should also chuckle. In a bit of a pickle one would say.
"Seems like karma to me," you shrugged. Hera smirked and walked up to the both of you and held your hands in hers.
"Glad to hear you say that. Close your eyes." You both felt the room move around, and suddenly there was noise. You both opened your eyes and you gawked at the sight in front of you.
Olympus.
"Thought a nice little-" she paused for a second, "family.. dinner, was in order. It is only customary to introduce your girlfriend to your family, your father." Hera smiled as she dragged the two of you to the biggest room you've ever seen. There was a long table with four seats, though it probably could've fit maybe six. On the table there was so much food you thought you were gonna have to roll your way to the exit. And who was sitting at the head of the table? Zeus!!!!
"Hera, have you finally brought these secret guests of yours? I'm starving-" when he turned his head, he was shocked to see who Hera's 'guests' were. His eyes visibly widened when they landed on you. "What are these demigods doing here?"
Hera started leading the couple toward the table, motioning for them to take a seat. "I just thought you would've liked to meet your sons girlfriend." Hera seemed very amused with the situation in front of her. Oh how she loved to stir the pot.
Zeus cleared his throat, "Let's just eat shall we." Dinner was kind of awkward. Hera was leading the 'conversation,' which wasn't much of a conversation. While you were eating you went to reach for another piece of bread, you saw Zeus slightly flinched enough for everyone at the table to notice. Jason looked down at his plate trying to suppress a smile, but you on the other hand? Not as secretive in the slightest.
"Did you just flinch when I reached over for bread?" You tried not to laugh as you spoke.
"Are you speaking to me with disrespect?"
"It was a simple question?"
"Why must you bring this disrespectful girl to my dinner table?"
"Dad, that girl is my girlfriend." Jason spoke up, causing you to smile in your seat.
"And why must you choose a daughter of NYX as your.. girlfriend?" Zeus rolled his eyes, but you could see him slightly leaning away from you.
"Sucks when the people you care for fall for someone against your wishes isn't it," Hera said as she took a long sip of her wine while simultaneously stunning the table to silence with her one liner.
"Well," Jason started to stand, "It's getting late. Thanks for the dinner, but it's time we start heading back."
'Right as it was getting juicy' you thought to yourself. Still, you agreed and reluctantly stood up along with Jason.
"Fine, if you insist. HERMES!" Hera yelled out, and he quickly appeared.
"Hera?" He questioned, then saw the two demigods by the table. "Need me to take them back to camp for you?"
"If you'd be so kind, I'm just too tired to do it myself," she said as she continued to drink her wine. Thankfully he was so kind, because the two of you were now standing back in Jason's cabin. You looked at each other so confused with how to evening unraveled.
"Well that was.. something." Jason said. You couldn't help yourself and just doubled over in laughter. Something about your laughter was so contagious Jason just had to join in.
"Oh my gods the way your dad flinched when I lifted my hand" you choked out between laughs. You fell over into Jasons bed and was rolling around laughing, while Jason just took a seat next to you. You started to calm down and just stared at Jason as he stared at you. You then sat up and leaned toward Jason.
Sadly, your plans to make out with your boyfriend were ruined by Chiron bursting though the doors asking why the two of you have missed dinner!!!!
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Sugar II (part 3)
18+ plus only! Minors do not interact!
Warnings: adult themes, angst, discussions of alcohol consumption, etc
Thank you all so much for your patience while I was out of town…I love you and never intentionally keep you waiting! You’re my babies!! ❤️❤️
“Why am I always the last to know everything?” Sam slips into Josh’s dressing room, shirtless and as always, slapping along on two bare feet “Is it because I’m the youngest, or are you just an asshole?”
In contrast to his brother, Josh drips in beaded satin; glitter swept deftly across his eyes; rhinestones grabbing at the light until he winks and flashes like a star against its midnight sky.
No one would expect anything less. He is always the first to be found wandering the hallowed arena halls, made up and shining like old Hollywood royalty. It soothes him…a lullaby masquerading as expensively tailored glitz. You used to help him…zipping up jumpsuits he could have easily secured himself, fussing over his hair, lint rolling velvet, laughing and chattering away to keep his mind off that unforgiving anxiety of his. They are memories he cherishes and thinks of nearly every time he primps.
They each have their rituals - Daniel bangs around on a kit until his arms are loose and his mind is buzzing with adrenaline. Sam terrorizes the crew and his brothers with his trusty four-legged sidekick, shaking off the jitters with hijinks. And Jake scrutinizes his gear meticulously, checking the work of techs and roadies who definitely know what they’re doing. He usually finds something to pick apart anyway. It sharpens his focus and quiets his mind.
Josh steps into costume and becomes someone else. Someone he often doesn’t recognize…who is this person with such charisma and grace? He who commands the attention of crowd after crowd roaring and shaking the rafters? He who is worthy of such primal, hungry fervor?
That is how he finds the spotlight night after night. While the others do their own things, Josh quietly dresses and becomes someone, something, else.
And so, draped in his finery, he watches Sam through the mirror as he flops into a chair, all legs and attitude. “By all means, Samuel, make yourself at home.”
“Were you even going to tell me that she’s here? She always liked me best, you know? She was just too sweet to mention it to you idiots.”
Josh turns with a chorus of clattering glass beads, and leans back against the vanity, arms folded “One, I haven’t even seen you since I found out, so you’ll forgive me. Two, I knew Daniel would break his fucking neck to be the first to tell you,” He shrugs, “figured I’d let him have his moment.”
Popping open a White Claw, Sam ignores his brother's carping in favor of a question “You see her yet?”
“Yes,” Josh turns back to his reflection, patting a fingertip lightly over his eye makeup.
Never in possession of any patience to speak of - the baby of the family rarely is - Sam immediately prods him along. “And?”
He’s met with a sigh, “And what? I went to see her, we caught up for a little while, and then I left. That was that.”
“I went to see her,” there’s a mocking, obnoxious quality to Sam’s tone as he parrots Josh “we caught up for a while and then I— would you shut up? What happened? How is she?”
“She’s...I don’t know. She’s herself and not herself. She looked sad.” The revelation comes with a sadness of its own. “She’s getting married, so she shouldn’t have looked so damn miserable...but she did, and I hated it. It almost made me wish I hadn’t even knocked on her door.”
“I’m usually sad when you knock on my door, too.” Sam deadpans, attempting to lighten the mood at least a little.
“Must you lie, Samuel? You’re stricken with joy when I enter a room, just like everybody else.”
“Christ,” Sam mutters, tossing Josh a white claw to match his own, “I swear, if you could suck your own dick, you would.”
Josh cracks it open and slurps with a dramatic flourish, “Obviously.”
“Why do you think she looks so miserable?” Sam is pondering, turning something over in his mind with worry evident in his eyes.
“Probably because she knows she’ll likely have to see you. That’d be my guess, anyway.”
Josh is disguising his own knotted up stomach with humor. Sammy knows it, and chooses to ignore the dig.
They settle into their drinks until Sam speaks up once again, “She’s getting married? That’s just…” he quiets, unsure and still bristling with concern, “How are you gonna tell him? You gotta wait until after the show, that’s for sure.”
For once in his life, Josh has been rendered temporarily speechless, and that answers the question just fine.
“Are you serious?” Sam leans forward, elbows on his knobby knees, “You can’t be serious.”
“How am I going to tell him?” Now they’re just lobbing questions back and forth at one another. “You can’t be serious!”
Sam’s eyes widen, shocked and hurting for Jake in his absence. It would almost be comical if the situation could lend itself to anything other than this crushing weight, “We have to tell him, Josh. This isn’t okay. He has the right to—“
Suddenly, Josh pushes away from the vanity and the energy radiating from him shifts until he looks nearly frantic, “He has the right to what, Sam? To know? To see her? Have you lost your fucking mind? Put him in a room with her and we’re right back where we started. Three years progress,” his fingers snap harshly, “Poof! gone in a goddamn second.”
Matching his energy, Sam is on his feet in an instant, “Progress? Now whose lost his fucking mind? What progress are we talking about here, Josh? Because from where I’m standing, he’s made none. For his twin you’re remarkably ignorant.”
“I’m not ignorant,” this is bad, especially right before they’re expected to perform. They both know it, but on they march. “I know him backwards and forwards, Sammy, so just fucking listen to me for once. She stays in the past for him and that’s just the way it’s gonna be, end of discussion.”
“She stays in his past, or yours?” Sam counters, sizing his eldest brother up as though he can see right through him.
Shoulders slumped, Josh shakes the venom in Sammy’s accusation off “That isn’t fair.”
“I don’t give a shit. Answer the question.”
Sometimes, Sam readies for battle in a manner that always comes as a shock no matter how many times they’ve seen it happen. When he sheds that goofball demeanor in favor of a game face, it hardly seems real.
He is fierce in his love and loyalty to those he holds close, and tonight, Jacob has earned his favor.
“This isn’t about me, I promise you that.” The truth rings out clear in Josh’s vow. “I loved her once, I love her still, just differently now. I couldn’t do that to him. Not ever. The way he loved her canceled me out a long time ago.”
“Loves her.” Sam corrects, with a finger pointed at his brother to drive home his point.
“All the more reason to keep your mouth shut.” Josh’s timbre is threatening in a way it almost never is. It sounds and feels strange…out of place. “She’s getting fucking married, do you really think he can handle that? Use your fucking head, Sam. Leave it alone.”
Hand on the door handle, Sam watches Josh as if he’d very much like to hurt him, “Who are you to decide what he can and can’t handle?”
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The show is their worst in their collective memory since their days as greenhorns, though it’s doubtful the fans have taken notice. Each mishap is small and easily disguised, but present all the same. They are unsteady and off-kilter, but only Jake is oblivious as to why.
He snaps a string, misses a mark, foils a riff or two. Josh falls flat and overcompensates, vibrato ringing out sharp. Sam refuses to look in his eldest’s brother’s direction, leaving them detached and removed in an unsettling way. Danny is on point from a technical standpoint, but robotic…their chemistry has vanished tonight and they can all feel it.
The moment they stalk off stage, Sam is clamoring for Jake’s attention as Josh fights to intercept.
Most nights, they’ll filter off into their respective solitude for a time to bask in the quiet before the noise of the bus. Tonight, Sam follows Jake, and Josh follows Sam.
“Jake,” Sam jogs along, easily closing the distance his brother has gained ahead of him with those lanky legs of his. “Hold up, I need to talk to you.”
“It can wait.” Jake is on a mission, clearly in a hurry to close a door and shut out the world. To find a bottle and make love to the whiskey inside it.
“No, it can’t because—“
“He said it can wait, Sam.”
Josh’s admonishment, and the viciousness it’s crackling with, is what turns Jake around. It makes no sense for his twin to be this hostile over something so innocuous; over some random conversation Sam would like to have that doesn’t even involve him.
He turns to find Josh’s glare burning murderously in Sam’s direction. The air emanating from him is in such dramatic contrast to the sunny ray of entertaining light that has just been beaming around the stage, and immediately, Jake senses the urgency of the moment.
On his part, Josh feels the switch flip inside his twin and knows that they’re about to head into dangerous territory. Fucking Sam.
“What?” Jake is furiously fumbling with his hair, shoving sweat soaked snarls away from his face, suddenly overstimulated and on edge. “What is it?”
Sammy speaks up, fighting to be heard clearly as crew members dart around and rush by in a flurry of tasks. “She’s here. Well, not here, but at the hotel.”
Defeated, Josh admits his loss with a quiet “God damn it, Sam.”
Jake somehow manages to catch it over the din and he knows. Or at least, he thinks he knows. He can feel it coming off of Josh like ghostly fingers stretching out to claw at his chest. Still, he doesn’t quite understand, the pieces are just this shy from falling into place.
“Who?” His query is tentative…filled with hopefulness and also a strange terror. A fear he’s only ever felt once before, when, helpless and shattered, he had to watch you say goodbye. A torturous longing only you can evoke.
Sam’s lips part to speak, but Josh shoves past him, grabbing Jake by the arm with black beads shaking about on his shoulders. “No one. Go shower. Have a drink.”
Somehow, Josh’s grip tells Jake everything. All that feverish panic seeps into the fabric of his jacket, somehow chilling his flesh with its burn. “She’s here?” His entire body is rattling with frenetic energy and he wonders if he might crumple to the ground and spark like a downed power line if Josh were to let go of him.
“Jake,” his name is a coddling whisper on his twin's lips, “Leave. Now. C’mon, I’ll go with you. You know what’s best, I know you do.”
As it turns out, Jake doesn’t hit the ground like a live wire, because when he shoves Josh off, his footing is sure. “How did you know she was here? You knew? And you weren’t gonna fucking tell me? Have you seen her?”
Ashamed, and afraid of what’s to come, Josh remains silently stoic under his brother’s eager and furious scrutiny.
“I said, have you fucking seen her?” Now Jake’s body is vibrating with a fury so out of control it’s threatening to boil over and scald anyone in its path.
Suddenly, Danny appears as though summoned by the gods of intervention, as he so often seems to be. He steps in, tugging Jake away from his brothers while staring daggers at Sam.
Sam never fucking thinks…or is he the only one who is actually thinking clearly this time around?
“Come on,” Jake is stumbling around on his feet to keep up with a much larger Daniel, as he drags him along to his dressing room.
It feels like a fever dream when at last he pushes Jake into a chair before shutting their brothers out with a door slammed in their faces.
“Look,” he finds a seat in front of Jake and places a hand on his bouncing knee. “You’ve got to calm down and think for a minute. Do you really want to see her? I mean…”
He isn’t given the chance to finish his sentence, because nothing any of them can say will matter anyway.
“Take me to her.” Neither of them could have any way of knowing that Jake’s plea mirrors the one you had struggled to swallow down in Danny’s arms.
“I don’t know where she is.” He speaks in honesty, and Jacob can sense that.
“Find out.” He rises to his feet and straightens his back, resolved and ready to fight for this. Ready to fight for you. “Josh knows, that fuck. Go find out.”
“Alright,” Daniel nods because what’s to be done now? What’s to pointlessly fight? “Shower in here. I’ll go talk to him.”
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You’re mindlessly staring at the television screen, gaze blurring and focusing in and out as some chef with a lovely accent you can’t seem to place tosses ingredients round a hissing wok.
The entire room is awash in the scent of the shower you’ve just wept your way through, and the robe you’re swaddled in feels stiff and scratchy. You should change, you know, but you haven’t the energy. Better to lie here uncomfortable and twisted up in aching sadness, that old friend of yours whom you’ve denied for far too long.
Lie to yourself all you want. Shove it inside a box and lock it up tight with chains and latches until it rusts shut, but that throbbing agony will wait patiently for you. Never losing focus, ever vigilant for the moment it can blast its way back into your broken heart.
How you’ll ever rise and put on a professional face for brunch in the morning is a cipher you don’t care to decode tonight.
He’s all you can think of; memories of him. Loneliness for him. The need, so real and palpable. It’s as if you can smell him on your skin though he hasn’t swept his fingers across it in years.
Years? How is that even possible? It seems laughable that you’ve managed so long without him. It seems impossible. A nightmare that you’ve been muddling through.
When the knock sounds out, clipped and sure, at your door, you’re tempted to ignore it - and you even give it a go, but it comes again along with a cheery greeting “Room service!”
You haven’t ordered room service at all, but there stands a smart looking hotel employee, dressed to the hilt in his crisp uniform, waiting patiently beside a cart, when you peer through the peep-hole.
Tightening that terrible robe, you crack open the door, readying to let him know he’s made a mistake, when a hand darts out to push several folded up bills into the server’s hand.
Stunned and struck silent, you manage only to stare as Jake gives thanks and sends him on his way, eyes never straying from your face.
He reaches for you instinctively, but thinks better of it and drops those hands you know so well to his sides, flexing them as if to shake the need to touch you away.
Instead, he opts to offer a soft smile and a gentle joke “Hey, sugar, how’d we get to this place where I’ve got to pay off hotel employees to knock on your door for me, hmm?”
“I—“ You give your head a tiny shake, begging the thoughts rattling around inside it to make sense.
He looks so different. His hair is shorter, and he’s filled out, thickened in a way that makes your throat constrict for all you’ve missed. He’s as beautiful as ever. Alluring and changed, but still just him. Familiar and breathtaking. Perfect and right. Yours. But yours no longer.
Strangely, it’s what he’s wearing that makes you weakest and a little unsteady. He’s dressed in tattered sweats and a beaten up t-shirt. Thrashed vans that were stark white in another life, and damp hair, clearly brushed in a hurry. You love this so much more than if he’d strutted back into your life dressed to the nines. You’d hate to think he’d forgotten you enough to think that sort of thing might impress you.
“Are you gonna invite me in or should I just stand out here in the hallway all night watching you?”
A laugh, breathy and dumbfounded, huffs out of you. You remember the first time he’d said those words to you, and surely he does too. Was that a calculated effort on his part? To remind you of where you’ve been together? Of who you were together?
It’s an awful, self-destructive idea, inviting him in, and you know it is, you do. But when he steps into the room, you can smell him and the fist that has been cruelly clenched around your heart for countless days and nights, relaxes and finally, finally, you can breathe.
The door closes with a click and he’s suddenly so close you could taste his breath if you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to sink into it.
“Hi, pretty girl,” He hushes, and you wish his mouth was pressed against your ear so you could secret that quiet greeting away and live on it for the rest of your days.
All that white-hot closeness morphs into a hug. He’s hiding behind the platonic gesture, and so are you, but he can feel it, the way your body tenses and then melts against his own.
He feels as if he might disintegrate into a puddle of blackened anguish if he ever has to let you go, forever staining the horrendous hotel flooring where you once stood like an ethereal phantom sent to mend his heart. But a hideous reminder of where you once existed in this room with him for a few precious moments.
His hands have touched too many bodies to count since he last held you, but he has felt nothing until this moment.
No, he loathes the thought of letting you go, but he pulls back anyway, readying to let you lead this interaction. Alas, his palms find your cheeks all on their own, cupping the beautiful face he’s bartered with the devil for, that he’s prayed to god for, that he’s raged and begged for.
“My girl,” he wonders, like you can’t possibly be real. “My fucking girl.”
Your hands are molded over his, how did that happen? And then he’s releasing your face in order to lace your fingers together…he longs to touch you everywhere, but that isn’t okay any longer, is it? So he’s desperate for a way to latch onto you innocently.
He feels it then, and holds fast when you try to pull your hand away. Gaze - gorgeous honey swirling with caramel and horror - locked in on yours, he turns your hand to inspect the ring perched there like a weapon sent to destroy him.
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we need a price headcanon while dating😍
John Price Headcanons While You're Dating (and how you got there)
YEAAHSSSS-
I mean- ahem, yes, it seems we do.
Now then,
Genre: Fluff, Smut implications but nothing graphic.
Summary: Just some pre and during dating head cannons. GN reader, no mentions of Y/N.
Content Warnings: Daddy issues mentions.
Masterlist here!
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(This is the 'how you got there' part, scroll for actual dating HC's)
Mr Mutton Chops over here gives me massive daddy vibes.
He's giving 'only a few years older than everyone else but is ten-million times more mature'.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't like having little bit of fun here and there.
He's had experience, however, it's been a good while since he's been in the game.
Being deployed for what feels like the longest time ever distracts the mind from any kind of romantic relationships.
However, once you end up joining the Task Force, those thoughts come flooding back to him.
It took a good bit of convincing from Laswell for him to let you join, but once you do, he notices your skills and you've immediately caught his attention. It caught everyone's attention.
He's both shocked and impressed, and with how much attention you've gotten from the boys, especially Gaz since he's the closest to your age, it got him awfully jealous.
You found their flirtatious attitudes flattering, but really, your eyes would always focus on the Captain.
His stern voice, the way he knows exactly what he wants, you never expected it to be arousing in a way.
Price had felt the same, he didn't want to admit it, but he very quickly became fond of you, from the way you laugh at his jokes, to the way you say "Yes, sir!" which he swears you purposefully purr out just to get him riled up.
You took notice of all the special attention you've been getting from the boys, and also noticed how Price would always be seething anytime anyone had mentioned your name.
And so like a pack of wolves wrestling over the fluffy little lamb in front of them, the competition had started.
Soap would always become a massive flirt around your presence, especially when you're around the Captain for laugh himself. He thought it was hilarious seeing him getting so worked up over his comments.
"Well lookie 'ere! Ain't you a sight for sore eyes, little Lass!"
"Ah, Johnny, glad you're here. Bathrooms need a cleaning. Get to it."
"Aye, sir :("
Poor Soap.
Price was one to rarely flirt however, he found it unprofessional, he found HIMSELF unprofessional, catching feelings for some new recruit.
That was his last straw though, soon he'd pull out the old reliable, 'I think I like someone, and you know them very well'.
Thankfully, there was perfect timing. Soap shouted the lot for drinks at the pub and Price knew he had to tell you there.
He had the whole thing planned out, buttering you up over a couple of drinks, becoming more and more forward throughout the night which in return caused you to become very flustered and giggly.
"Soap was right, y'know. You are quite the sight for sore eyes."
"Could say the same to you, Sir."
"Please, call me John while we're not out there, won't ya?"
The way you nodded as you looked up at him drove him wild, eager to follow any order he gave you. It gave him all the confidence he needed to pop the question.
AHEM-
Anyway
Actual Dating HC's
Remember how I said he has massive Daddy vibes?
Yeah, well
He's extremely protective over you.
Any threat he sees, he's already shielding you from it.
Walking along the pavement? He's keeping you on the inside, shielding you from the road. Going out to another bar where drunkens are roaming the place? His arms are already around your waist the moment you two leave the car.
You always tell him that you can protect yourself, you fight among the best of the best, but he doesn't budge one bit.
And thats okay, he loves protecting you and you love it too. It makes you feel safe.
LOOOVES calling you pet names.
Love, Gorgeous, Doll, Sweetheart, its all in his vocabulary to call you.
You ask him to call you something else, he'll call you that as many times as you like.
"Hey, John? From now on, can you start calling me-"
"On it!"
At the beginning of your relationship, he takes everything slow now that the others aren't around as often to take you away from him.
Though as the months pass, he's gotten so used to your touch that it's all he could think about.
Favourite part of you for him to hold? Definitely your hands. The way his hands engulf yours and how soft they feel makes his heart skip a beat.
He's normally a very confident man, he's a captain after all, his job requires him to be tough. It may have taken him a while, but he can really relax when you two are together.
Will purposefully grow his hair out so it's easier for you to grab and run your fingers through it.
Won't admit it, but he loves when you tug on his hair.
Just pull on it a little bit, please, he's begging
If you just HAPPEN to have daddy issues (I'm definitely not projecting) he will very gladly give you that comfort you need.
This is another branch off of where I was going with the 'daddy vibes'.
He's completely devoted to treating you the way you deserve, making up for all the comfort you've never received.
"I'm here and I don't ever plan to leave. You're safe with me, Sweetheart." as he holds you to his chest :(((
Any mention of your father and he's immediately pulling you into his arms and pulling his phone out to watch some funny videos or putting a movie on to distract you knowing how much of a sensitive topic it is.
Loves when you hold onto his arm while you're together, it makes him feel needed.
Definitely fulfils that fatherly role while being your boyfriend at the same time.
He'll cook whatever you're feeling for you whenever you're feeling out of it, give you massages, help you keep tidy, maybe even help you shower or wash your hair if you're particularly feeling awful.
Of course he will, all he ever wants to do is please you.
He knows you'd do the same for him if he wasn't feeling right, why shouldn't he treat you like royalty?
Helps take care of your daily needs, especially the ones in bed.
COUGH.
Whoops.
Speaking of such, hates seeing you cry.
It will absolutely break his heart.
He'd do absolutely anything and everything just to see you happy and never shed a tear out of sadness ever again, he just loves you that much.
Notice how I only specified sadness.
Alright, thats all I can think of, might do a Part 2.
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<333 Goodnight, I'll probably add to this if I think of anything else.
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I thought you were dead!?!
Pairing: LA Buggy x Reader
Summary: Buggy and Y/n are two captains who seem to both "hate" each other. Every time they meet it seems like they want to rip each other's throats out. But what happens when they both get told that the other has died how will they react.
y/n’s pov
"ONE OF THESE DAYS I SWEAR I'M GOING TO KILL YOU". I shouted at the blue-haired pirate who had just run away with all my rightfully stolen jewels. "NOT IF I KILL YOU FIRST DOLL" he shouted while running giving me his signature stupid smirk. I swear that clown would be the death of me this was the 3rd time we had been at the same place and we would always end up fighting. He just had such a cheek he thinks because he has powers he's better than the rest of us I honestly want to strangle him. I was about to run after him to continue our fight and hopefully get my jewels back but my first mate had run up and told me that the marines had been contacted and would be showing up any time now.
I sadly had to admit defeat because I would rather be killed by that blue-haired bastard than be caught by the Marines. "Ugh fine come on then everyone back on the ship" I was hoping that even though all my stuff had been stolen the crew had been able to grab some valuable things but I wasn't getting my hopes up I loved my crew but I knew I didn't have the sharpest crewmates the only one who had any real common sense was my first mate. So when I got on my ship I immediately went to my quarter and locked the door. The moment the door was shut I fired a dart right in the middle of the wanted poster of Buggy I had on my wall I swore that one day I would be the one to take down that annoying pirate.
A few weeks later I was pleasantly surprised I hadn't once bumped into the clown for a whole 2 weeks. I was a little suspicious at the start thinking he would pop out any second to catch me off guard but he didn't. But I can't lie after the first week things started to get boring not having someone there so you could fight was really boring we were just doing the same thing over and over again ransacking villages and leaving then the next day we would repeat the whole thing. At least when Buggy would show up we always had a different thing to fight about and I wouldn't know the exact time he would show up but he always did. While I was in my quarters thinking about how boring things had gotten my first mate came in looking a little upset. "What's wrong with you why the long face".
The news that came next was not something I was ready or expecting to hear. "We have just been given the information that Captain Buggy is dead I thought you would want to know". I didn't know how to respond I was in a state of shock for a second. "Is this a joke because if it is it's not the funniest you've told". My first mate just shook their head "No I'm sorry captain but it's not a joke but I'll leave you alone for now" and with that, they left leaving me with my thoughts. He couldn't be really dead right who would be able to kill him I couldn't think of anyone that would have been able to kill him or would have really wanted to. This was it my boring days were now here to stay I would never have to worry about him sneaking up on me or trying to steal my stuff from right under my nose and I would now never need to keep a lookout for blue hair or a random flying limb and I would now never have to worry about hearing his stupid voice ever again and thinking about that was making me...sad.
I walked straight out of my room and went straight to my first mate telling them that the plans had changed. We were supposed to be heading to a very wealthy village where we would steal all their gold but now that I'd heard this news the only place I wanted to go was a very small and poor island where me and Buggy had first met. I wanted to go back there because even though we hated each other I still had some respect for the idiot and I wanted to at least do something nice and a little bit meaningful for him. So we turned the ship around and started making our way to the island.
When we arrived I was a little upset about the state the island was in. Sure I and buggy were most of the reason that the village had been destroyed but the rest of the island looked dead there were barely any living plants and the ground was now just dirt and from the look of the place it didn't look like anyone even lived here anymore. I had told my crew that I would only be a few minutes and I left to find the perfect place to set down the flowers I had brought. It took me a while to find the perfect place but after walking around for a few moments I found the perfect place. I kneeled down and put the flowers down and before I stood up I pulled his wanted poster out of my pocket and lay it down next to the flowers and put some rocks on each side of the poster so that it would stay and the wind wouldn't blow it away.
But just as I was about to leave and head back to my ship I heard footsteps coming towards me. So thinking that it was someone who would be a danger to me I quickly hid behind the nearest tree and after hearing the footsteps stop I slowly poked my head out and I couldn't believe who I saw. Buggy the fucking clown the guy who I thought was dead and the whole reason that I even came to this island. I came out from behind the tree and pointed my finger at him. "I thought you were dead!?" he looked up at me also looking completely shocked "Wait I thought you were dead what are you doing here, I even cried over your death give me my tears back!". I had just noticed the flowers in his hands "Wait you cried when you got told I was dead" I noticed that his face was turning red. "Maybe...okay yeah I did" We both stood there in silence for a few moments until I walked closer to him and sat down where I had placed my flowers and he followed my actions sitting next to me.
"well, it's a little weird that we both wanted to respect each other at the same place". He just shrugged his shoulders "Well this is the first place where we met so I thought it would be at least nice to put down some flowers here". I just gave him a soft smile "Yeah that was my exact thought process as well". before I could say anything else Buggy picked up his wanted poster that I had put down "Why does my wanted poster have so many tiny holes in it" I just awkwardly coughed "Ugh I don't know I think I picked it up like that" He just shrugged and put the poster back down. "So you know how I reacted when I got told you had died how did you react when You heard that I died".
I didn't really know what to say because I didn't even know how I felt but I tried my best to explain it. "I don't think I wanted to admit it to myself but I was gutted I thought I would never see you again or fight you again or just be around you again and not seeing you for about 2 weeks I realized how boring it was to not have you around all the time and I guess what I'm trying to say is that I was really going to miss you if you were really dead". I turned to look him right in the eyes and he just gave me a soft smile something I didn't think I would ever see on his face "Well don't worry doll know I know how you feel I promise you that from now on none of your days are even going to be boring again and also I got these for you sure I thought you were dead but still". I took the flowers from him and let out a quiet laugh putting my head on his shoulder and we both sat there enjoying each other's company while watching the sunset.
Y/n's First mate's pov
I and Mhoji high-fived as we watched the Captains sit with each other. "Finally I'm glad you came up with this or I don't think they would ever actually speak about their feelings". I just laughed "Yeah they are both so headstrong and the plan worked perfectly just as I knew it would". Me and Mhoji again high-fived as we walked away letting the captains have some privacy.
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Care For You
A/N: surprise! I’m avoiding my issues with real men by fantasizing about my fictional men so please enjoy the product of that! Slight enemies to lovers (which isn’t easy cuz Osferth is such a sweetheart) but it’s my favorite trope!
Warnings: swearing, insults, unprotected sex and slight choking, people walking in on them
Pairing: Osferth x fem!reader
The sun was slowly setting over Rumcofa when a watchman from the river yelled to Uhtred.
“Lord! We’ve spotted a ship we cannot identify!”
“Soldiers to the riverside!” Uhtred called to his men.
He and his merry misfits waited on the dock to see who it could be. As the ship came closer, a familiar face stood up.
“Is that Eadith?” Finan asked, standing taller.
“It is!”
“Lord, we are from Frankia looking for safe passage. We have coin to pay the toll!” She called out with a smile.
Uhtred and his men were thrilled to see her.
“Don’t let her fool you, lord. It is no more than tin,” you joked, popping up beside her.
Finan looked at Osferth who already had a scowl on his face. The Irishman elbowed him in the side and chuckled.
Uhtred helped the two of you off the ship and escorted you to the great hall along with his men.
“What are you doing here?” He asked.
“We have been studying healing in Frankia and we heard that Rumcofa has become riddled with diseases of all kinds,” Eadith answered.
“Well that would be Osferth’s fault,” Finan laughed.
“That wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest,” you smirked. “Or perhaps it would since I’m sure you’re still a virgin, baby monk.”
“Didn’t feel like staying in Frankia?” He snapped at you.
“And miss out on seeing my favorite warriors?” You asked, throwing your arm around Finan. “I think not.”
“Do not listen to him, y/n. We are glad to have you,” Sihtric smiled.
“Speak for yourself,” Osferth mumbled under his breath before leaving the hall.
You had to admit he had grown into quite the fine young man, but his attitude was as sour as ever and you loved to poke at him.
“Why such hostility?” Eadith asked Finan quietly.
“They want to hump each other but neither will admit it. So they do this instead,” he sighed. “Stubborn bastards.”
“We will celebrate properly later but we have much to do to prepare for the festival,” Uhtred said.
“Yes and we must get settled,” Eadith said, looking at you. You followed her to the small inn where they informed you that they only had one small room left.
“You take it! I’ll stay with someone else,” you insisted.
“But-“
“No buts! You’re here for important business and you’ll need a place to rest,” you reminded her, referring to a letter the Lady Aethelflaed had sent to you in Frankia.
“Fine, but go straight to Uhtred and tell him you need a place to sleep,” she said.
“Yes, lady,” you said while rolling your eyes playfully. You sought out the lord and found him at the ale house inspecting the latest brew for the festival.
“Uhtred! May I have a moment?” You asked.
“For you, you may have many moments,” he joked.
“It seems your inn is full and I gave Eadith the last room so I’ll be needing a place to sleep,” you informed him.
“Well I’m sure Sig and Sihtric wouldn’t mind you staying with them. I doubt they’d even notice another person,” he laughed.
“Any other options?”
“Finan and Ingrith already have guests and I would offer my own, but-“
“The princess is coming, say no more,” you gave him a soft smile. “So that leaves…”
“Osferth!” Uhtred said with a huge smile as the young man in question came through the door.
“I’d rather sleep with the pigs,” you grunted.
“I doubt even they would have you,” Osferth snapped.
“Kids, play nice,” Uhtred sighed. “You will stay with Osferth, end of discussion.”
“What? Lord!”
“End of discussion, Osferth,” he said in a serious tone.
“Well are you going to show me the way or do I have to guess which place is yours?” You asked. He said nothing but left while expecting you to follow.
His little house was nicer than you expected it to be. It was simple but it suited him. It didn’t seem like as much of a bachelor pad as you would’ve expected and it made you wonder if he had a woman in his life. You quickly rushed that thought from your mind because you didn’t like the jealousy bubbling up inside you.
“There’s a small makeshift bed over there for guests so…help yourself,” he mumbled.
“What a shame, I thought we’d be sharing,” you said with a wink and a laugh.
“Not if you begged me,” he scoffed. “Although I’m sure it would sound nice coming from you.”
“Like I’d ever beg you for anything.”
He crossed the room in only a few steps and bumped his shoulder against yours as he passed, stopping briefly at your side.
“I’m sure there are ways to get you to beg,” he whispered in your ear before walking out the door.
What a cocky asshole he had grown into; you couldn’t say you disliked it though. It lit a fire in your belly that you wanted to ignore.
Osferth left and went to find Finan and Sihtric who were searching for Aethelstan who was probably hiding from his chores.
“So, it must be weird seeing y/n after all this time,” Sihtric commented.
“Why would it be weird?” The younger man asked.
“We know you were upset when she left with Eadith so I’m sure there’s some unresolved feelings there,” Finan smirked.
“I was not upset and there are no feelings!”
“You don’t have to lie to us, baby monk,” the Irishman chuckled.
“Has she grown into a beautiful lady? Yes. Is she still the same annoying brat from all those years ago? It would appear so. So that’s all there is to it,” Osferth insisted.
“She just likes to play with you,” Sihtric sighed.
“Yes well I don’t enjoy it.”
“Perhaps you’d enjoy it if she played with you in a different way,” Finan said, jabbing him with his elbow. Osferth replied with a scowl but deep down he knew his friends were right- about everything.
Uhtred held a small feast to welcome the two of you back. You found that you actually enjoyed the townsfolk of Rumcofa. It was nice to be back with your friends, even if Osferth’s weird stares had been throwing you off all night.
“Lady, I am glad you have found your way to our humble town,” a man said, taking the empty seat next to you. “I am Ivar.”
“Hello, Ivar; it’s a pleasure to meet you,” you smiled. “I’m quite enjoying my time here so far.”
“You’ve come at the perfect time. Blood month festival is always a momentous occasion,” he said. He scooted closer to you and slid you another cup of ale.
He was attractive, you couldn’t deny that. You knew Uhtred would not allow any sleazy men in your company so you hoped he was decent. What harm could it do to entertain him?
“Perhaps we will be able to celebrate the festivities together,” you said, taking a sip of the ale he offered. His eyes lit up at your words and you laughed. The two of you were unaware of the eyes that were watching you with much scrutiny.
“I would enjoy that very much, lady-“ he leaned in closer so that no one but you could hear- “perhaps there are some other festivities that we could enjoy together as well.”
You were surprised by his words but you were more surprised by the knife that was stabbed into the table between the two of you. You jumped apart from one another quickly, looking up and realizing it was Osferth standing over you.
“To cut your meat, lady,” he sneered while pointing to the knife. He stormed off, leaving you angry and Ivar confused.
“He should probably be more careful next time,” he mumbled more to himself.
You wanted to chase after him and demand a reason for his behavior but you did not have the energy to deal with him.
You continued on with some small talk before you realized that as handsome and forward as Ivar was, he was actually incredibly boring. You finished your meal rather quickly and excused yourself from the table. He offered to walk you back but you politely declined, feigning exhaustion from your long journey.
The walk to Osferth’s was not long but it was enough time for your anger to creep back in. You slammed his door shut when you entered, causing him to look up from whatever book he was reading.
“You were a reckless idiot back there,” you snapped.
You began to take off your top layer of clothing to get ready for bed. You’d spent enough time around Uhtred and his men that being shy was no longer a thing.
“I was reckless? I’d consider you the reckless one if you’re going to sleep your way through Rumcofa,” he replied.
“Are you dense? It was one man and we were simply talking! It was not as if he was going to take me right there on the table in that moment!”
Osferth’s jaw tensed when that image flashed in his head.
“I saw how you were acting, like a bitch in heat.”
You stormed over to him and ripped the book from his hands, throwing it across the room. He stood up from his seat, fuming.
“I should cut your tongue out for saying such a thing,” you growled. “I’m so sick of your holier than thou attitude! You’re no better than anyone else.”
“I’m better than you,” he sneered.
“Is that so? I’m fairly certain it was I that saved your ass in our last battle. And it was I that convinced Uhtred to allow you to join us in the first place; what a mistake that was!”
“Is that why you’ve always been mean to me? You regret having me around?”
“I’m not mean! I simply tease you like Finan and Sihtric do!” You defended yourself. You truly never meant any malice toward him.
“It is different with them.”
“Why? Because they are men?” You asked.
“Yes!- well, no!”
“Are you sure about that?” You laughed. “You’re no better than me just because you’re a man.”
“Well at least I stuck around! I didn’t run off and come back years later pretending as if nothing happened after abandoning my friends!”
His words made you stop in your tracks. You left with Eadith to gain more knowledge and secure your own coin. Uhtred encouraged you to do so so you knew it was not him that was angry with you for leaving.
“I was not aware that you were so upset over my leaving,” you mumbled.
“I was not.”
“It sounds like you were,” you said with a small smirk. “Do you care for me, Osferth?”
“In your dreams,” he scoffed. His heart was racing and he was afraid he had been discovered.
“Oh in my dreams you do much more than care for me,” you joked.
His eyes widened at your admission and he was left speechless. You noticed the change in demeanor and decided to test his limits.
“Do you wish it were you?”
“What are you talking about?”
You moved closer to him so that you were nearly pressed against him.
“Do you wish it were you whispering dirty things in my ear? Do you wish you were the one taking me on a table at any given moment?” You asked seductively.
He gulped and refused to look at you. You could feel something against your leg so you looked down and noticed he had gotten hard beneath his robes.
“I knew you cared for me,” you chuckled, looking at him with a smirk. He finally looked at you and you could tell he was annoyed.
“Just because I wish to hump you doesn’t mean I care for you,” he scoffed.
“Do something about it then,” you said. “You may bed me if you wish.”
Once again, he found himself speechless. You were testing him but he couldn’t tell if you really wanted it. He allowed himself to stay in his head for too long before he heard you laugh. You turned away from him and went to the table where you had tossed your belongings.
“I thought just as much. Perhaps I should go back and find Ivar. I’m certain he would not hesitate if offered to-“
Before you could finish, his back was pressed against yours and he had a hand wrapped around your throat, forcing you to look at him.
“Do not say his name again,” he growled.
He slammed his lips to yours in a feverish kiss of passion. He turned your around and you slid onto the table, welcoming him between your legs. His hands were rough as they grabbed at your hips, sliding your slip around your waist.
“You are far too dressed,” you sighed as you pawed at his robes. He threw his robes aside and dropped his trousers.
“Your turn,” he chuckled as he pulled your underwear down your legs and threw them behind him.
You pulled the slip over your head and set it aside. You took a moment to admire his body just as he did with yours. He hooked his arms beneath your thighs as you braced your hands behind you. He slid his cock through your folds and chuckled.
“Already so wet, lady. Is fighting foreplay for you,” he asked.
“Only when it’s with you,” you admitted. His eyes snapped to yours and he could tell there was sincerity in your words.
He slid his cock into you slowly, allowing you time to adjust. He waited until you told he was good to move before sliding out and thrusting his hips back into yours.
You couldn’t contain your moans and whimpers as he began to fuck you relentlessly. He enjoyed watching you fall apart in front of him, knowing he was the one bringing you this pleasure.
“I should bring you back into the hall and let everyone see what a whiny little mess you are on my cock,” he growled. Your cunt clenched around him and he chuckled. “You like that, huh? Want everyone to see who you belong to?”
“Y-yes,” you managed to say as he hammered into you. He released one of your legs so he could circle your clit, bringing you closer to your release.
“Say it; say who you belong to,” he grunted.
“You, Osferth! I belong to you!” You cried as your climax washed over you. He kissed you once more to swallow your moans and his as he spilled his seed inside of you.
He broke the kiss only so the two of you could catch your breath. He rested his forehead on yours and you enjoyed the intimacy more than you cared to admit.
“I do care for you,” he whispered. “It pained me when you left so easily.”
“Uhtred encouraged me to leave and I believed there was no hope that you’d ever return my feelings so I fled from them,” you told him.
“Your feelings?” He looked into your eyes with hope.
“Why do you think I always teased you?” You asked with a laugh. “That’s my way of flirting I suppose.”
“Couldn’t have just stuck with ‘you’re handsome and I like you’?” He laughed.
“I suppose that may have been easier,” you agreed.
“No matter. Now we just have to make up for lost time,” he said, leaning in to kiss you again.
*bang!*
“Aye! We were told to make sure you didn’t kill each other yet!” Finan laughed as he burst through the door.
“Oh my god!” Eadith shrieked as she averted her eyes. Sihtric took in the room, clothes strewn about before turning around, laughing as he left.
“Told you they wanted to hump!” Finan laughed as Osferth did his best to shield you from their eyes.
“We’re alive! You may go now!” He yelled, very annoyed at the intrusion.
“Uhtred owes me 10 silver,” Finan said as he took his leave, closing the door behind him.
You let out a sigh of relief but you both jumped when you heard tapping on the window. You turned to see Finan’s stupid face in the window.
“And close your curtains!”
You covered yourself with your slip as Osferth went and pulled the curtains shut. He turned around to look at you and after a moment of silence, you both burst into a fit of laughter.
He came back over to you and helped you off the table, gently taking you in his arms.
“To bed, then?” He asked with a small smile.
“I’m not tired.”
“I didn’t say it was to sleep,” he smirked.
He did say that you had to make up for lost time, and that you did.
#osferth#osferth tlk#Osferth smut#Osferth x reader#the last kingdom#ewan Mitchell#ewan mitchell smut
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Can I request headcanons for Raphael, Haarlep, Kar'niss, and Zevlor with oblivious gn crush?
Head In The Clouds
([all separate] Raphael, Haarlep, Kar'niss, Zevlor x GN unspecified Tav)
Banner credits in alt!
Notes/warnings: both SFW and Mature (no exact NSFW, marked for safety), flirting, failed seduction (Haarlep being an Incubus), somewhat manipulative(? Maybe???) behavior, suggestive themes, confused characters, dancing, self questioning/self doubt, extremely short mention of canonical death, close proximity/touching/hugging, obviously mentions of spider anatomy, Kar'niss is deranged and I don't know how to emphasize that, library dates (but Tav doesn't know that), mentions of the Infernal language in DnD, reading together, Zevlor tries to teach you a new language, not-a-real-date turns into a real date
I swear, the vast majority of BG3 fans see a pair of horns and their eyes nearly pop out of their skull. Me too!! Also I decided to make these short scenes, just as a treat for myself really.
-- Raphael --
Oh dear, he wasn't expecting this. Here he was, in his full cambion form, in the middle of the House of Hope, teaching you how to ballroom dance, and you weren't aware he had some feelings for you? How foolish could you get, little mouse? Yes, he fully was planning on taking your soul before he warmed up to you this past two days after letting you see his marvelous self, but now he couldn't be so certain. You were smiling as if you were still merely friends- no, only acquaintances! He wouldn't show the dissatisfaction his face, not even when you nearly stepped on his tail while trying to teach you the Viennese Waltz. Of course he had been holding you even closer than what the dance had called for, but that was his mistake, and he'd rather be bathed in holy water than blame you for it. "That's it, little mouse, very good." The demon whispered low in your ear. "How about we try a Foxtrot next, hmm?"
-- Haarlep --
If he was honest, now that you had warmed to him, something deep in the pit of his soul felt like perhaps it wasn't worth just sleeping with you once. Did he hate this new emotion? Oh absolutely, there's not a moment where he doesn't know how to react. He wasn't exactly used to actually loving someone-- were Incubi really, truly capable of love? Whatever, Raphael wasn't home, and it was the perfect opportunity to get you in his master's bed for an evening. Hopefully that would remove this-... Whatever this is. When the massive demon placed his hands on your waist and pressed your back against his near bare chest he purred out the honeyed tone he was so well known for. "Such an exquisite little mouse, you'd be a favorable meal. Come to bed with me, won't you?" Except that didn't happen. You had turned your head to him to answer, not a single hint of voluptuous desire in your eyes. "Now that I think of it, I could use a moment to lie down. Would you like to nap then?" Quite obviously he didn't expect that in the slightest. Much like his master, he didn't show much in his expression. Only a beat of silence before a rather content reply. "... Yes, a nap would actually be quite delightful about now."
-- Kar'niss --
The poor drider was quite upset, how come his chosen beloved didn't see how much he adored them and everything they ever touched? Was it because he was unsightly? Was it because he was cursed with his semi-chitinous body? In reality, it was probably because you just thought he was thankful you saved him from his demise, which he was! But even now as he hunkered down to hold you close to his chest, even using his pedipalps to keep you close. "Please, my savior, I need you!" Unlike the other times he grabbed on to you, this one felt proper; he was being gentle. His chin rest upon your head as a low growl softly reverberated in his throat. The bitter smell of old moss hit your nose like a freight train, but he didn't let go or tighten his grip. "Bless me with your warmth, just for a moment." You couldn't hear his next words, only mumbling as he was slowly losing the ability to hold himself together. "Please, one day you will love me too. Silly bug, one day I'll have you in my web, just you wait."
-- Zevlor --
While this wasn't a date in your eyes, and since he didn't tell you that it could be considered one either, Zevlor was slightly anxious. Who wouldn't, though? He brought you to a rather nice library, and he was worried how you would even consider going on something like a date with him. Then again you were sitting in his lap as he was trying to teach you some Infernal writing. The book laid in your lap as his arms came in front of you to point out the rather intricate looking letters. "That right there says 'Charming', I know the look a little close together." He placed his hand over yours and helped you point to the word, helping you pick out all eight letters of the word. "Does that mean the word I just read a moment ago spelt 'charred'?" You ask with humor in your voice. You could hear Zevlor give a delighted huff behind you, trying not to breathe on your neck. "That is correct." He slowly moves his hand away from yours. The tingle of your skin still lingered on his palm. "I think we might be reading a cookbook. I think this is... Beef Wellington? Would you like to make it together some time?" Hope was evident in his tone, but you couldn't tell if it was from the prospect of spending time together of making something for dinner.
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chapter eight - tested
warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of death, a few heated moments, swearing
a/n: let’s ride let’s ride. sorry for last chapter, i’m trying to build tension as best i can. but, alas, a lady can only be edged so much, so. enjoy this lil hint at what’s to come. also a few people have messaged me, YES WE ARE GOING TO FUCK MANDO OKAY look who you’re talking to. but my God You heathens 🤺 GET BACK 🤺 we must first have our plot before we have our spice. WE MUST 🤺 just trust me okay. i love y’all. I WILL NOT LET YOU STARVE. lots of smut planned for this fic hehehehehehehehehe.
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This planet didn’t even have a name in the system it was crammed in. Just a bunch of numbers based on its jumbled coordinates. That’s how abandoned it was. As soon as you stepped out of the Crests hull, there was just… nothing. As far as you could squint and see, there was just broken-down ships and old junkyards covered in dust. Your arm covers the bright suns from your eyes, and you hear Dins’ heavy steps coming up behind you.
The holo-pad beeping in your hand is the perfect distraction from the quiet that settles between the two of you. You don’t look up when he comes next to you, grinding your teeth to stop from saying something stupid.
“Lead the way.” He says cooly, tucking the baby into his pod and pressing it closed before shutting Grogu safely into the Razor Crest.
“We’re leaving him here?” You ask, still squinting into the horizon. Din nods.
“A planet like this isn’t safe for him.” You feel his eyes on you, then his helmet tilts further to the holo-pad in your hands. “And the location isn’t too far out. We made good time.”
“Thanks to my flying?” You try, the tension following the two of you out of the Crest and hovering in the planet’s heated atmosphere. To your relief, he puffs out a breath a bit quicker than normal— he laughed. Thank the stars.
“Sure.” You smile at his reply, and then look away quickly back to the blinking holo-pad. He was right— it wasn’t too far away, maybe a twenty minute walk from where you’d landed. You’d have to leave the ship behind because the planets surface was too full of debris to land any closer, and it looked like there’d be a bit of climbing to do.
“It says it’s up three elevations. Look.” You hand him the pad, full of grids and flashing numbers displaying the exact coordinates, including levels above and below sea level. According to the increasingly annoying beeping, the closer you got, the higher the droids you were tracking.
Din nods, and continues to follow the blinking in silence. You swallow hard, and will yourself to keep up a steady front, not willing to let a little awkward moment phase your entire trip. You were doing something good— tracking this tech could lead you to your parents killers, and in turn prevent another attack on Mandalore, or your own planet. You needed focus, which is exactly what you didn’t have when you were fucking around and letting Dins hands wander your skin like a kid at a candy store.
It was just… a nice feeling. For a second there, you thought he might have enjoyed it, too. It had been longer than you were willing to admit since someone had touched you like…that. Your body practically sung to him the second he laid a finger on you. He made you feel things that no one, not even ex-partners, had made you feel. He was exciting. Exhilarating. He was the thing you shouldn’t have, but at the same time the thing you wanted the most. It would only complicate things to get… involved with someone like him, especially considering your unique situation.
But then again, it would make perfect sense. You were married to the man. What’s a few stolen touches between business partners, when you were also one day expected to have the man’s children?
As soon as the thought popped into your mind, Din froze, and you had the ridiculous thought that he might be reading your mind.
“It’s says the dump site is up there.” Din gestures to the towering form of a broken down cruiser.
This entire planet seems full of broken parts. Half ships, piles of service droids and random parts litter the ashy red surface, ruble expanding far out along the horizon. There were few planets like this anymore, but with the catastrophic consequences of the Clone Wars, all those remains had to end up somewhere. The Empire stashed them on uninhabited planets until they could figure out what to do with them, but when the New Republic took over, they had bigger fish to fry.
Therefore, now there were ‘junket’ planets, and if you could navigate to them, it was a free-for-all for parts.
You stand in front of what would have been a control cruiser— something used to deploy large squadrons of battle droids, maybe even move AT’s around back in the day. It was massive, even if it was in half. It looked like it had been dumped right on its nose, the giant expanse of it stretching up into the frosted clouds, making you squint again.
Your heart sinks a little at the thought. The entire ship was full of tiny piles of droids and broken down mechanics… and your fathers life work was just lumped in here. Like it meant nothing. All his free time was spend pulling apart these droids and learning them inside out, and now they were just a drop in the ocean of fading memories.
“We’ll have to fly up.” He says, and you laugh until you see him ready the jet pack on his back.
“You can’t be serious.” You dead pan, but he’s better at it. “We can’t just…”
“You see a ladder around here?” You stare back up at the massive cruiser— even if there was a manual way up, it’s a hell of a climb. This thing was huge. “If you don’t want to, I can go myself—“
“No. I want to.” You cut in. He takes a step towards you, and even though you burn with the earlier rejection, you don't move away.
He says nothing, but when he wraps his solid arm around you, he doesn’t need to.
He pulls you close— so close that every part of you presses and aches against him. Instead of looking where he’s supposed to be taking you, the black visor tilts down, and he looks just at you. You think about what he would be like under there. If his eyes would be on yours, or if they’d look lower, to where your skin touches his armour. He must like that, the way you look against him. You… you hope he doesn’t mind it.
“Hold on.” He says lowly, and you ever so slowly wrap your arms around his neck. He dips down to let you reach, and as soon as you have a grip, he takes off.
Your feet leave the ground and suddenly you’re flying— like, really flying, drifting higher and higher along the ruins of the transporter ship. You try not to squeak and fail when he picks up speed and turns slightly, your legs wrapping around him and head burying into his neck. You weren’t afraid— but shit, this was higher than it looked.
“It’s okay.” He soothes, and your head shakes from its sealed position. “Hey, look up.”
“No!” You scream almost in his ear, and he laughs.
“It’s okay… do you trust me?” He asks it so smoothly, as if he wasn’t holding you a hundred meters in the air on nothing but a jet back the size of a baby. But— you do. You do trust him.
So, you look.
By the time you open your eyes, he’s slowing down, dropping the two of you onto a jagged platform that looks like an old control room. In the broken centre, there are several piles of droids stacked and discarded, some still in their full form, others pulled apart. It was clear you weren’t the first ones here.
Din doesn’t let go of you right away. His arm remains tightly wrapped behind the small of your back, and he takes three or four steps away from the edge to pull you further into the wreckage. You can feel every step, every twist of his muscles against you, and your eyes finally look back up to him, watching as he inhales deeply. You feel it too, how hard his chest is against yours, almost like he’s taking you in to his lungs.
Then he quickly lets go, stepping back away from you.
The holo pad beeps wildy, a sound you hadn’t picked up on when Din had been holding you. You manage to look at it, seeing the bright red dots point you somewhere deeper into the cavern of ruins. Din looks at you, then down the darkened hallway, and clearly makes a decision as he takes a few calculated steps in the right direction. You follow close behind, but when you go to reach down into the pile and investigate, a gloved hand catches yours.
“Careful.” He says, and guides your hand back to your side. “There’s all kinds of junk in here. I’ll do it.”
Speechless, you just nod, and watch as he digs with none of the care he guided your hands with. It’s embarrassing how mesmerised you get watching him do just about anything, but you also feel a twinge of guilt at the earlier events.
Who did he think he was, leading you on with that fake ‘pilot lesson’, letting you get all close and personal only to pull away when you made a move? It wasn’t even a move, really. You’d just— grabbed him.
Okay, yeah, maybe it was a move.
But he’d started it. With those longing stares, poetic words and fucking hands— the same hands now yanking on the end of a familiar looking droid. Very familiar.
“Oh, shit. That’s— that’s it!” You say, your eyes wide as the Mandalorian pulls free a dull silver battle droid with red crosses over where it’s ‘eyes’ would be. “That’s the lazer one!”
Din promptly dropped it, angling it’s face away from you and toward him.
You feel your heart soar. A real lead— a tangible piece of your fathers history, however crushed and mangled it was, is really here. You were on the right track. You were on a track! You couldn’t help but sprint faster, mind already firing at a mile a minute.
“Okay— so we’re here. It’s here. Now what?” You say, bending down to look closer at the lifeless droid. It was bent out of shape now, clearly moved with zero care when it was taken from your planet. Or maybe in a rush. “You know anything about the rest of this stuff? Who would have dropped it here?”
Din carefully walks around the edge of the wreckage, keeping his back to you as he examines the rest of the stuff. To your knowledge, it’s all from the years just before the fall of the Empire. A lot of it is unfinished, made in a rush, and he’s right— it would all be extremely temperamental. Your dad used to keep it well away from the main part of the castle, knowing how fast it could turn into a mess.
Just like it did.
“Look at this.” He calls you over, still keeping his back to you and eyes over the top of the wreck. He’s standing a little too close to the edge for your liking, so you take to standing behind him, attempting to peak over his shoulder.
“It’s… a tank.” You say, looking up at him, slightly confused why this would be a noteworthy discovery. There’s crashed ships and tanks all over this planet. “Am I supposed to know what that means?”
“Look behind it. A clear line, nothing for miles. The entire planet is covered in junk— but it’s clear behind it. Enough room for it to turn around and back out.” You… hadn’t put that together, actually. He’s right again. The tank is pretty big, but there’s tracks in the sand, and you can only see them because, conveniently, nothing is in its path. It’s moved. Recently. “They’ve been using it to haul their loot in and out.”
“Who’s they?” Din looks back at you, and you hadn’t realised how close you’d gotten to him. It always seemed to happen like that— an unconscious magnetic force drawing you closer to him when you needed to feel safe. You step back, now that you think about it.
“Those used to be Imperial Assault hover tanks. Before your time.”
“You are not old enough to say ‘before my time’.” He laughs, and you feel drawn closer.
“It looks like the back of them have been cleaned out for storage. The hollow dip at the back—“ He points, shuffling back so your eye-line is in line with his hand. You were tracking him anyways. “None of that would be open. It’s all closed in, full of weapons or extra troopers. They needed at least three to drive the thing— now, it’d only fit the commander. The driver. The only people who know those tanks well enough to cut out the wiring and hollow them out would be—“
“Yeah.” You breathe out. Of course the Empire was involved, but this looked like a far bigger operation than just your fathers old projects. “So, we know the Empire, or a smaller force of what used to be them, is gathering old, experimental technology and tossing it on an abandoned planet. But, we don’t know who’s running that operation, or why.”
Din wraps his arm around your back and pulls you to him again, knocking the wind out of you. Before you can say anything, process the tightness of his body against yours, your feet leave the panel and you’re airborne again.
“Shit—“ You nearly shout, words muffled into the crook of Dins neck, and you feel him laugh as you bury your face further into the warmth of him. He doesn’t take off particularly fast, and you are pretty sure he’s flying you back down at half the pace he took you up, but your stomach still drops, and your arms pull his head so close your surprised he can see where he’s going. “Warning next time, please.”
“It’s better this way.” He says, the smile in his voice trilling through you, the slow descent nearing a close. As much as you aren’t a fan of flying in the air like this, having him this close is something you’d sacrifice pretty much anything for. “Stop thinking about it.”
“The jetpack is tiny. I don’t know how it holds you up, let alone me.” His other arm wraps around you now, fingers splayed along your ribcage, pressing hard against your skin.
“It’s okay. You’re fine. I promise.” It’s strange, how his words manage to calm you so easily, even with the tension between you.
Before you know it, there’s sand under your feet, and Din is stepping away again.
“We’ll move the ship up, find a place to stake out here for the night. The tracks were fresh, so they probably make regular rounds. If we stay hidden, we should have them by the time the sun rises.” Your eyes widen.
“Have them?”
“You’ll stay on the ship, and I’ll bring them in.” You roll your eyes, walking behind him as you both head back towards the ship. “We need to be quiet, in and out before the notice us. I’ll pick someone off for questioning.”
“I’m not helpless. I can come with you.”
“I didn’t say you were. But you’re staying in the ship anyways.” He slows his pace so you can catch up, his large frame brushing against your arm with every step. “If I need a quick exit, I’ll call you. You’ll have to fly to me.”
You burst out in a short, truncated laugh. You. Fly the Razor Crest. Unattended. In an emergency situation.
“That is hilarious. When they said Mandalorians’ don’t joke, Your voice flattens, and he… wait. He isn’t kidding. “Din. You’re joking, right?”
He laughs when you shove him, still staring straight out towards the horizon. This feels better— this is… better.
You berate him all the way back to the ship, and he keeps laughing.
She was ethereal, almost. Din had seen a thousand skies, watched a million suns set on planets that never etched into his mind— but this was memorable. He would remember this until the end of his days.
You, face nearly pressed to the cold glass of the Crest, watching in wonder as the fourteen suns all set in a simultaneous, almost domino effect behind the horizon. Din admitted it was a sight to watch, but if he were anywhere else, if he were with anyone else who didn’t capture his attention so fully like you did, he doubted he would have noticed.
You haven’t turned back to him in a while. Not since you walked quietly through the hatch, settling yourself pointedly into the co pilots chair. He doesn’t know why you doubt your ability— he hardly had to help you fly through one of the most complicated asteroid belts in the galaxy. You could fly to him with your eyes closed.
He trusts you.
He finds himself waiting for it. Waiting for you to turn back around, focus your steeled eyes on him and smile or make fun of him. He hangs on every word— only managing to hide the way you wrap him in conversation because he was hidden from you. He nearly wishes he wasn’t— that he was more transparent. Maybe then he wouldn’t send so many of the wrong signals.
The truth was he wanted you. He let some other part of him take over during the flight here— spending so much time caring for you, locked away in closed rooms, watching you take slow, shallow breaths, unsure if you’d wake up or not. It did something to him. And then, your hand in his, driving his ship through open space… there was something old and nearly primal in that feeling in his chest. That all of the rest of this was his— and that you could be.
If you could see his face, you’d know.
Instead, you looked crushed when he pulled away. He knew what you’d said before— that you wanted this to be business. You probably had someone waiting for you back home, someone kind and warm, someone who could share moments like this morning with you and not have to pull away. Someone who could kiss you when they wanted, show you how bad they needed you whenever they wanted.
Most of all, someone else could have you tied to them in a way you chose— not by some contract.
Still, it always comes back to your eyes. That look you got, how disappointed you were when he pulled away. It gave him a horrible feeling in his gut, but also hope. There was a spark there, and he couldn’t stifle it any longer.
If you gave him the chance, he was going to let it burn him to the ground.
“Hey.” Din calls to you, voice as soft as melted butter. “We should get set up. It’ll be a long night.”
Your eyes draw away from the fading blasts of orange across the sky, settling on his ink black visor. Sometimes, if he stood in direct sunlight like right now, and he looked up just a little, you swore you could see his eyes. Maybe just an outline, but there was something under there. Maybe it was bad to try and look, but you couldn’t help it. There was a flutter of eyelashes, a glint of the whites of his eyes. One time you think he was smiling, because you swore the hardly-there outline crinkled together.
You, instead of sharing any of these findings, just nod and follow him. When he turns, the light goes with him, and it’s nearly pitch black in the locked down Crest. The baby is hidden away, tucked tightly into his crib after a long day of wandering around and stuffing his face, and now that the Crest is hidden behind a large pile of garbage, it gives you the perfect vantage point on the tank. If it so much as creaks, you and Din will have eyes on it.
When the two of you go back upstairs to the cockpit, Din locks the doors behind you.
“So, who’s taking the first shift?” You hang your legs over the armrest and lean your back against the other side of the chair. “I vote me. I think I’ve slept more in the past two days than I have since I was coronated.”
“We both should stay awake. You watch the south.” He nods to the far side of where the Crest is parked. It’s dark, and you have to lean forward to make out the shapes. If anything moves, hopefully the calm of the sandy surface will be disturbed and make it obvious. “Okay?”
“Sounds good.” You reply, and shift in your seat. For the first time since you’ve met him, the silence is somewhat unpleasant. What happened only a few hours before— that short but intense moment of… intimacy? Something like that. Whatever it was, it still hangs in the air, draping heavily over your shoulders making you want to sink into the floor.
The hum of the ship ceases, and holy stars— it’s so silent. He was quiet by design, by trade, but you were used to filling the gaps. Finding topics that even the advisors and rulers you were least interested in could chat about, but filling this silence right now with Din? You have nothing. Nothing. Maybe you should of taken those talking points Correll offered you before you left—
Being honest with yourself, you could have all the talking points in the world and you’d still only want to ask him one thing.
“Can I ask you a question?” You blurt out, and he turns to you slowly, nodding and then return to watching his side of the planet. “What was that? This morning?”
“What was… what.” His voice is so calculated and calm. It’s… fuck, it’s hot. You shouldn’t think about it at all— but you analysed every word out of his mouth.
“That whole thing. Was that— I know we’ve been stuck together for while, and maybe we’re getting stir crazy or whatever. Was it just a… blip?”
“A blip?”
“Yeah. Like— when you lock two people in a storage closet, somethings bound to happen if they’re stuck there long enough.” Your heart was in your throat, and this was probably the most uncomfortable moment you’ve had in your entire life. Ever. “I know a lot has happened in the past few weeks, and you saved my life, and we’re on this really important trip right now— it’s a lot. I just… I’ve never been good at leaving things how they are—“
“I can tell.”
“And I don’t want anything uncomfortable between us. We’re partners. Good ones. I don’t want to mess that up.” He’s now staring at you, the steady rise and fall of the beskar across his chest giving you nothing. You finally manage to stop rambling when you watch his hands tighten around the armrests. The leather strains under the pull.
“You were uncomfortable?” Your eyes go wide, and a scoff-like laugh bubbles out before you can stop it.
“No. Stars, no, I wasn’t saying that—“ Okay, you tell yourself. Dial it back. “I just know that you are… you know, you. And you don’t want— that. And we’re married, but we aren’t. Married. Really. Plus the whole ‘only business!’ thing we— I said. Well, I said it, but you— you kind of agreed but then there was the whole ‘oh, let me teach you to fly’ as if that wasn’t some kind of move—“
“Hey. It’s okay.” He manages to get in between your insufferable rambling. You were clambering to try and get a lid on your fucking mouth but all it took was three words from him and your mind went blank. Fuzzy, even. “You look like you’re going to be sick.”
“What? No. I’m not—“ You swallow hard. Twelve years of training as a Queen, and you’re fumbling the minute he looks at you different. Fucking perfect. “You’re just… a lot to handle right now. And it’s late and I’m confused and a little terrified that I’m actually going to have to fly this ship without guidance and crash, stranding us on an abandoned planet no one knows about.”
You look back out to the completely silent planet, and suddenly have the urge to stand up. You get as close to the glass as possible, no longer able to bear the thought of looking at him.
“What are you trying to say?” He tries, the modulator making you shiver at the low, rough tone.
“I’m saying you’re hard to read. I thought I had it down, had you figured out but it’s… more confusing than I thought.” Words are less rambled— you’re more put together when you aren’t staring at him. Yeah, he definitely makes your brain fuzzy.
“I think you have me figured out.” Dins’ boots are loud as they take two steps, telling you he’s stood up. The cockpit is small, and two more will mean he’d be right behind you.
You keep staring out at the desolate planet, ignoring his looming figure over your shoulder.
You laugh dryly at his comment. “You think?”
“I do.” Your eyes shut for a moment, eyelashes fluttering.
“How do you figure that?” You’re out of breath, tired from everything that’s happened today and your rambling outburst, but then he does something that wakes up everything in your body.
You feel his hand, just the tips of his gloved fingers, graze along the back of your forearm.
“You read right through me. I wouldn’t let just anyone bang up my ship like that.” You let out a soft laugh.
“That’s your move, huh? Nearly killing us in the middle of nowhere?” The ship is so quiet, his soft little ‘mhmm’ nearly lost in the still cockpit. It’s gotten darker, too. The suns fully settled for the night on the opposite side of the planet, shrouding the ship so dark that you can only see the outlines of the little red and green buttons on the control pads. “I guess it worked.”
“Did it?” His fingers on your forearm get bolder, leaving goosebumps where they drift a little higher. “Because it seems like I’ve only made you more confused.”
“We can’t— you said it yourself. This… we can’t afford to be distracted.” Your words are hard, but your tone is so, so unconvincing.
“You’re right.” You go to spin around, but his hand wraps around your arm. You’re so shocked by the move that you freeze. “I said that.”
“Yeah…” The air in your lungs evaporates when his hand loosens and travels higher. His fingers trail up past your shoulder, slowly tracing your outline until he brushes past your collarbone.
“This is a business transaction. We signed a contract.” You nod, and he hooks his fingers into the few locks of hair that hang over your face, tucking them behind your ear. “You said you wanted nothing but that.”
“I…did.” Your eyes flutter shut, and you can hear your own heartbeat in your ears. He brushes past your ear and down, letting it drift through the strands and down the back of your neck.
“Why?”
“It’s better if it’s not— complicated.”
“Yeah?” His voice is impossible to ignore, all soft and pillowy like a velvet blanket. You clear your throat, and he steps just a little bit closer. You’re warm all over, feeling him so close. “Is that what you want now?”
“I…”
“Is it what you want?” His hand is still on you, warm through the layer of leather and your clothes— his clothes. “Or have you changed your mind?”
You suck in a sharp breath when you feel his cold helmet against your shoulder, telling you he’s leant down even further. You try your hardest to keep and eye on your post, but the blackened desert is an impossible target compared to what’s behind you. He lets the edge of his helmet drag lightly over your shoulder, like he’s leaving the kiss of metal in place of his mouth.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” You can hear his smile. “You don’t want that anymore?”
“No. I want— complicated.” All in one breath, you blur the lines of your carefully set relationship. Although, the only one who was drawing that line was you.
Your planet. Your rule. That was what was most important to you. It had to be. Out here, all this open space and chasing leads would come to an end, and all this simplicity would stay out here, between the stars. You didn’t have a choice but to shut yourself to the warmth creeping up your back, the soft hand brushing your cheek. You… you had to draw that line.
But a toe across it wouldn’t hurt, right?
A small, tiny step over that stupid line in the sand. Blurring it for a night. That couldn’t hurt anyone. In fact, it might be more painful to turn him away right now.
“Turn around.” He orders softly, and your eyes leave your post as you spin slowly to face him. You tilt your chin up, feeling his fingers catch on your jaw. He lets them slip along the soft skin, as if he’s exploring a part of you he’s never seen before. You wondered how he’d look at the rest of you— if this divine curiosity would follow him all over you. “There you are, cyar’ika.”
It sounds beautiful, whatever that word is, rolling off his tongue in that signature purr he does so well. You smile, letting your lashes flutter under the attention. He lets out a long breath, one that would kiss your cheeks and warm your face if he let it. You have no idea what he has planned for you, but you lean up on your toes and let him do it.
“As pretty as your eyes are, I want you to close them.” You do it so fast it makes him laugh, a soft, nearly gentle sound that breaks the quiet of the ship. “You take orders well— where was that eagerness before?”
“I’m more interested in this.” You say and pout, keeping your eyes shut tightly. He hums, and then moves away.
“Stay like that.” He says, but it sounds… different. Maybe he’s walked too far, but it was almost like his voice was lighter. Not backed with the same kind of cooling confidence he naturally exuded.
Something fell on the ground near you, and you flinched.
“Keep your eyes closed.” He says again, and something else drops. It falls softly, like a piece of material hitting the hull.
“They are closed.” You huff, impatient and a little nervous. What the hell was he doing…
“Good. Keep them like that.” He teases. Your heart manages to calm its rapid beating for a second or two until you hear the unmistakable hiss of a seal being opened.
Leather pulls under the weight of the helmet as he places it down on the chair.
You didn’t have to open your eyes. You could tell— the weight of it, the hiss and sound of his hands against the beskar. You knew he was now standing in front of you, while his helmet was on the pilots seat.
You didn’t so much as breathe.
“I was… I was going to do this on—“ He stutters, thinking for a second. “before. But I think I like you better like this.”
“Sweaty and in the dark?” His soft laugh is unobstructed, and it’s one of your new favourite things.
“The best things for a Mandalorian happen in the dark, cyar’ika.” You’re pretty sure you gasp at the double edged words, your heart skipping several and all too important beats.
“Oh?” You hear him take another step, and your back arches on instinct. “And… what are those things?”
“Let me show you one of them.” You sigh at the sound of his voice. It’s him, but smoother. Warmer. It feels like a gentle brush of warm wind, curving over your chest and settling deep inside of you. When he speaks to you, he only uses the softest murmur, and it makes you weak in the knees.
Then, your face floods with heat as two bare hands take your cheeks in their palms.
His hands were rough. Even through the gloves, you have no doubt they are worn on every day from the relentless hard labour he puts in. The gloves would be more for covering reasons than protection— you think it would actually be easier for him to pull a trigger without them. Maker knows you’ve spent enough time staring at his hands to know their details— every stitch and cross is known to you, but it’s nothing compared to the real thing.
They’re big, too. They match the rest of him, the tips of his fingers gently nudging your hairline as his thumbs drag softly along your slightly agape lower lip. You have no doubt you gasped or sighed when he put his hands on you, but you couldn’t help it. It felt good— better than it should. Just having his hands on you, flesh on flesh, was exhilarating in a whole new way. Feeling him like no one else had… or at least you think no one else had.
It didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered when he touched you. Then, he leant closer, and all hope was lost.
“Is this okay?” He asks, voice hardly above a whisper. His face is so close that his nose bumps against yours, a move that makes you giggle in surprise. You nod rapidly, trying not to wriggle too much and give the impressing that you want him to let go. It’s the last thing you want.
He sucks in a breath, going to say something else, but he must decide against it. Because he leans in then, and your mind fizzles to nothing but the Mandalorian, and the soft, sweet kiss he presses to your lips.
Everything moves in slow motion. The gentle move of his hands threading through your hair, the way he presses just slightly closer, giving you a little more pressure in the kiss. The way he smiles against you when you make a small noise. Everything swirls and flips in your stomach, it’s as if someone has set off a real firework in your stomach.
You take a step in, pressing your body to his. You feel him hard everywhere else— beskar lined along you, and the feeling is comfortable now that his lips are soft and warm and against yours. A reminder of flesh under the steel. You don’t move your hands to his face, afraid to see him that way, and instead settle them on his waist.
You tug on him, his hips stumbling forward after a clumsy step, and then collide with yours. He pulls away for a moment and you nearly whine.
“Din—“
“Mm?”
“Don’t fucking stop now.” You pull him again, and you feel him smile against your mouth.
He takes another step, pressing you between him at the side of the ship as he kisses you again, harder. He’s not as soft— still sweet and gentle but a little more desperate now, the show of hunger making you return it in earnest. He tastes good, so much better than the depths of your imagination could of thought up.
He hooks his hands under your thighs, the small squeak you make muffled into his mouth when you’re suddenly hauled upwards and your legs lock around his waist. It eases the ache in your chest, the closer confines of how he holds you. One arm stays underneath you, effortlessly keeping you suspended while the other holds the back of your neck. He keeps you sealed to him, tongue dancing with your own, and a small groan escapes him at the feeling, sounding low and nearly distant.
You couldn’t think. You couldn’t breathe— he was dissipating the rest of the world from you with nothing but warm bare hands and a talented mouth. You fist your hands in his hair and pull a little, not missing the way the soft strands curl around your fingers. You committed every small part he gave you to memory. His hand somehow felt bigger than they looked, and his hair was… long. And soft. Unfairly soft. You tug on it again, and he smiles a little and nips at your bottom lip.
“Don’t be cruel, cyar’ika.” His mouth trails away, leaving warm, wet kisses along your jaw, teeth trailing behind in a soft drag. For someone with their head in a tin can, he certainly knows what to do with his mouth.
“M’not. Y-you…” Breathless, you listen to him chuckle at the state he’s rendered you to. “You have nice hair. Long. Good to pull.”
“Mm. Really…” Mumbled against your neck, you shiver at the playful tone now drifting warmly over your neck.
You manage a small “Yeah. It’s pretty.”
“You can’t see it.” His nose drags up higher, and as he shifts, the hardness of his armour moves between your legs. You squeeze your eyes shut tighter.
“Shut up, smart-ass.” You grumble and he laughs, but obliges you. It’s slow again, and he licks into your mouth like he’s never tasted something so sweet in his life. He lets out an uninhibited groan, forehead pressing heavily into yours. He moves the arm underneath you, grinding your hips against his armour again, and your eyes roll back underneath your eyelids. “Fuck, Din.”
“You like that, don’t you?” He covers your mouth with his again so you lose your answer. “Sh—shit You’re so soft against me. So perfect.”
You nod as his teeth tug on your lips. “Yeah— yes. Not… not enough, though—“
“I know, I know cyar’ika. Let me—“ He cuts himself off, and with your eyes shut you have no idea what’s happened. It isn’t until he groans and swears under his breath that you know it isn’t good.
“Din?”
“They’re here.” Your back nearly misses the cool press of the side of the ship when Din pulls you off it, taking two or three steps backwards. You yelp in surprise, clinging to him for only a second, and then he leans down and you’re sat in a chair. “Stay.”
“Din—“ You go to stand but he’s too bulky in front of you, pressing a hand to your shoulder, and then he leans forward and kisses you on the forehead.
It’s so stupidly simple, but your heart flutters into a million little butterflies.
“Don’t go alone. Let me come with you.” You whisper into the darkness, your eyes still shut tightly.
“I’ll be fine.”
“I don’t care. Let me go with you.”
“Stay.” He leans forward again, kissing your cheek. “Please.”
You don’t think you’ve ever heard him say that before. It makes your heart stutter in your chest, and your stomach swirl with uncertainty.
“If you don’t come back, I will destroy this ship coming to get you.” Your eyebrows furrow together, and he laughs. This time, the warmth of it graces your cheeks, and it has you arching off the chair to get closer to him.
“I’ll be back with your enemies, my Queen. Before you know it.” You hear the click of his helmet go back on, and the feeling of him kneeling in front of you leaves too fast to register.
By the time you open your eyes, he’s gone, and the only trace of him left behind is the burn his lips left behind on your now too cold skin.
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time capsule (l.mk)
pairings: mark lee x reader
genre: fluff (and some angst)
summary: overachiever mark lee falls for overthinker y/n. mark is smart but he is also very much naive. y/n is also smart but very much hostage to the voices in her head. they are also both 16. (a/n yes, i like to write mark in bus rides idk, it's a vibe)
Mark does not know what to call what you two share. He only knows that he likes the feeling of your fingers intertwined with his, the sound of your voice, and maybe the fact that you actually find his jokes funny.
You are his panic room. He likes to curl up in your embrace when the world gets too much. You are his solace. There is something about you that allows Mark to remember that he is a man and not a machine.
Your head rests on his shoulder as you both watch the sunset from the bus. The buildings blur and the trees and the sky all blend together like those spacetime warps they show in the movies. Mark wishes he could freeze this moment.
He knows that when the bus stops at your street, you will get down and summer will officially begin. He tries to focus on the faint sound of the radio instead of the dread that’s been building in his stomach for days. It’s his hands that move on their own finding yours.
You meet Mark’s gaze with a questioning look. He gives you that shy smile that you’ve grown to love. The golden light that filters through the windows makes the sight even more heartbreaking.
You know that once the bus stops on your street, Mark will wave good bye and summer will officially begin. His grip tightens on your hand. A gentle squeeze as if to remind you that you still have a couple of minutes left.
And then what? After this summer, the final year of high school would begin. Mark would take over as student council president and co-captain of the dance team. On top of that, he would also be expected to maintain perfect grades and get into a good university. You, on the other hand, were aiming for high honors and that evasive internship at one of the biggest companies in the city.
“What would we be if we weren’t like hamsters running endlessly on wheels?” Mark asked that afternoon as you strolled through the shops eating ice cream together after the last day of school.
The wind blew against your cheeks, the warm breeze reminding you of the oncoming heatwave. “I guess I’d be a painter,” you chuckled, “but I’m not any good at it.”
“I’d be a pop star,” he replied with a straight face before giggling. You follow suit, unable to resist such infectious laughter.
You’re brought back to the present by a familiar blue house a few blocks away from your street. Mark finds himself unable to look away from you, transfixed by the remaining flecks of light that catch on your glasses.
He knows well enough that grief shouldn’t be stolen from the future. But could he really help himself? The pressure to live up to everyone’s expectations from this year alone was almost insurmountable. Had it not been for you, Mark felt like he would go insane.
You swear you feel Mark’s grip tighten just a tad more but when you look up at him his gaze is far away. Sometimes you aren’t sure if he’s even real to begin with like anytime you could wake up and Mark wouldn’t even know who you were. But you push those thoughts away. Slowly, you lean back into Mark taking in the subtle scent of laundry detergent on his shirt. You snuggle into his neck and close your eyes feeling content at least, for the time being.
Mark thinks you are the most adorable person in the world and for all the achievements he has to show, to him being trusted by someone like you was one of his favorites.
“We should catch a movie next week,” he blurts out. “I mean, if you want to, and if that’s okay,” he fumbles.
You study his face, keen on the blush that spreads on his cheeks. With a smile you respond, “I think next week’s good.”
The bus finally stops at your street and you collect your things as you turn to wave at Mark you discover that he’s stood up along with you. Puzzled, you shoot him a confused look.
“Isn’t your stop farther?”
“Yeah, I mean it’s fine,” he chuckles, getting off the bus with you.
The walk to your house is silent but not uncomfortable. You sneak tiny glances at Mark in an attempt to figure out why he decided to walk the rest of the way home.
No sooner do you reach your fence and turn to Mark, “So, thanks for today. I guess I’ll see you next week?”
Mark smiles shyly, stepping closer to you. He takes your hand in his before bringing your knuckles to his lips and leaving a soft peck. He pulls you into a big hug before walking backwards, “See you next week.”
You’re a blushing mess as you slip past your fence waving at Mark. You aren’t sure what it is the two of you share but you’d do anything to see that shy smile again.
And so Mark walks the whole way with a spring in his step. There exists the feeling of unease bubbling beneath the surface. The promise of an earful from his dad the moment they find out about you or the very likely possibility that his friends will all have something to say about this whole ordeal.
But on this pleasant afternoon Mark chooses to be blissfully unaware. The kind of naivety reserved for 16-year-old, boys who were helplessly infatuated. Today, Mark Lee thinks he will smell the flowers on his journey home.
#nct scenarios#mark lee scenarios#nct dream fluff#mark x oc#mark lee#nct dream imagines#nct imagines#mark lee imagines#nct fanfic#mark imagines#mark lee fanfic#nct soft hours#nct 127 scenarios#nct 127 imagines#nct 127 fluff#mark lee nct fic#mark lee angst#nct angst#nct dream angst#nct 127 angst#nct high school au#mark lee high school au
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Chapter 12: The Mess We Made
PAIRING: Lee Know! X fem!reader
GENRE(S): college au, smut, angst
WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and abuse, depression, self harm, eating disorders etc.. mentions of blood, swearing, smoking, smut [ dirty talk, oral; giving and receiving, choking, spanking, praising, degradation, pet names, sometimes Minho is a dick :)
SUMMARY: "Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?"
"What?"
"You said; Always leave people a little better than you found them" he looked at the floor with a small smile for a few seconds and then his eyes found mine. "You really annoyed me when we first met. I envied your optimism and excitement for life. But each time I saw you, I felt a certain thrill. You made me angry, you made me laugh., you made me feel everything. Something about you made me feel a little more alive each time. I know I fucked up and I know I'm an asshole but I'm also brutally in love with you."
One year ago today Chan was running around my apartment, anxiously changing from a variety of dress shirts and pants. I remember how big this event was for him and how nervous he was about going for the first time, since back then he only knew the boys just a couple of months. This year things are different.
To say that I was anxious about going is an understatement and thank fucking god that Emma let me borrow one of her dresses cause I probably wouldn't have gone otherwise. Emma grew up in a quite wealthy family, she attended one of the best private schools in the area, and that involved many fancy parties and proms. So she has a good amount of nice, long dresses.
Unlike Emma, I was invited last minute and not by the person I would like, either way, I'm happy that Jeongin invited me the night we hang out. In Seungmin's family apparently, it's a tradition to host a Christmas Eve dinner party, and was a massive deal for him growing up. His nights before Christmas were filled with fancy dresses and suits, people drinking a shit tone of champagne, and 5-star catering employees walking around with plates of foods too small to be that expensive while classical Christmas music played in the background. During the last few years that he's been living on his own, he decided to carry on his family tradition and this year is no exception. I was kind of excited, I have to admit, it's not every day that I get to wear a fancy-ass dress and act like I'm not a broke college student that can barely keep her shit together. The one thing that I was stressing about was the fact that you had to bring a date. Of course, Seungmin told me that it would be completely okay if I show up alone but honestly, it will feel a little pathetic going solo, especially since he's going to be there. A small part of me wanted him to ask me that night. I waited and waited until the second I got out of his car but he never did. Moments from yesterday have been playing through my mind on repeat, like a film from an old movie, bits and pieces of the way he look at me and how the way his smile made the night sky a little brighter. I didn't expect him to call or text but still, since I woke up every time a notification would pop up a part of me hoped it was him. I'm both scared and curious to see how he's gonna act tonight but I know that if he acts like nothing happen it's gonna hurt just a little more this time.
Chan, Hyunjin, and Felix offered to be my dates yet I said no to all three of them. Everyone knows that we're friends and if I showed up with one of them as my date it would mean that I wasn't able to find someone else. Which is true, finding someone who's willing to come as your date to a nice Christmas Eve party is harder than I thought. When Kai offered to be my date after overhearing me complain to Hyunjin about not having one I was extremely reviled. I like Kai, he's pretty chill and I feel like he's going to be a great date, plus everyone knows him. Emma is going with Seungmin obviously, while Chan, Hyunjin, and Felix are all going solo, probably in hopes of getting laid.
I smoothen the front of my dress as we step into the elevator. The dress Emma gave me is breathtaking. It's a deep, dark shade of red that contrasts with the paleness of my skin perfectly and the satin fabric falls loose around my body yet tight enough in the right places in order to hug my curves perfectly. The straps are thin, not offering much support to my breasts, but thankfully Emma and I have similar chests so the cups of the dress are enough. My whole back is bare, the fabric starting from the top of my ass and hitting the ground while the big cut that's starting from the middle of my thigh, exposed almost my whole leg. I kept my makeup natural, letting the dress and the deep red that painted my lips do all the work. On any other occasion, I would've perfectly straightened my hair, but his compliment from last night tickled the side of my brain, so I let my long, thick brown curls fall all over my shoulders and down my back.
I bounced my right leg up and down, the sound of my heels clicking against the floor of the large elevator filling the small space.
"Can't you just relax?" Emma touched up the sides of her nude, glossy lips with the tip of her finger in the elevator mirror. She is dressed in a white, tight, strapless dress that makes her figure look almost fake. The way her boobs are pushed upwards and the way the fabric of the dress is so tight around her waist make her body look incredible, offering her an hourglass shape.
"Yeah, you've been fidgeting the whole way here." Kai adds, leaning against the wall with hands in his pockets. He's wearing a simple black suit with a dark red tie to match my dress, which I find really thoughtful and cute. His dirty blond hair is messily styled, yet somehow he managed to look like a runway model.
"I've never been in anything like this before." I mumble but in reality, that's not the reason I've been on edge since I woke up. It's not the people that are gonna be there, it's not the fancy setting or the nice clothes. It's him. It's the fact that he's going to be there, and the irritating feeling deep inside me that he's not going to be alone.
Kai pushes himself off the wall just as the elevator doors over. "You look stunning, relax." He leans in my way, his tone just a little lower than before.
I exhale, forming a small smile and we exit the elevator.
"It's going to be so much fun!" Emma squeals, fastening her step down the hall. "I'm so excited!"
We reach their door and Emma rings the doorbell. I feel my palms sweating already, my fingers playing with each other nervously. Kai shoots me a glance before resting his hand on my lower back, his fingers brushing my hip.
The door opens.
Seungmin's eyes go wide, the rest of his face staying completely still. "You're kidding." His gaze travels along her body.
Her smile goes wide, her whole face blushing. "You like it?"
He clears his throat. "There are people here." His tone drops so that only we are able to hear him. "So I can't really express myself properly. "
I hold my laugh. They're so freaking cute.
He opens the door further. "Please, come in."
The apartment is brighter than ever, with beautiful chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, crystals reflecting the light perfectly down on the crowd of people talking and slow dancing in the middle of the massive living room. All the furniture has been removed, the couch, the armchairs, the tables, everything, leaving the space empty and open. I can count almost 30 people here, and I can't help but let my eyes stare in awe at all the beautiful dresses and outfits. It's like a ball straight out of a movie, with slow music playing in the background, the food, the drinks, and the people, it's incredible.
"Oh, my god baby..." Emma whispers, wrapping her arm around Seungmin as we walk further into the apartment.
"Don't worry, " He says, sensing how nervous all 3 of us suddenly are. "Everyone here is in my inner circle, just close friends and family. All the guys are already here, as well."
Em's feet freeze. "Family?"
A soft smile overtakes Seungmin's lips. "Come with me."
We watch as he drags her further into the crowd, disappearing.
"Well," Kai turns to me. "Shall we go find the others?"
"I'm gonna need a drink first." I chuckle nervously.
Kai looks around, locking eyes with one of the waiters walking slowly between the people, offering them a glass of champagne, and motions for him politely to come our way.
"Champagne?" The blond waiter offers with a sweet smile.
I curl my fingers around a glass, lifting it off his tray. "Thank you."
He nods politely and walks away.
"I see them," Kai says close to my ear. "Let's go."
He takes my hand in his, leading the way to the end of the living room, near the massive windows, that offered an incredible view of the night city. All of them are standing there in a circle talking amongst themselves. Chan's eyes spot us and I can't help but smile at his expression.
"No way." He shakes his head, not believing his eyes. His comment makes everyone's head snap in our direction.
"Holy shit!" Hyunjin's eyes go wide, the glass of champagne freezing inches away from his mouth.
"What can I say?" Kai lifts his free hand, shrugging with a smug expression. " I might have the hottest date in the whole party."
"Shut up." I roll my eyes, his comment making heat spread all over my face.
Chan inches forward, looking at me from head to toe. "You look unreal." He takes my hand, pulling me away from Kai's grip and spinning me into a circle. "Wow."
I can't help but giggle a little.
"No seriously," Hyunjin moves to stand next to Chan. "You look hot as fuck."
"Thank you guys." I nod at both of them, appreciating the way they always go out of their way to make me feel good about myself. "You don't look but yourselves."
Chan adjusts his black tie, making it a little tighter around his neck before rolling up the sleeves of his perfectly straight, white dress shirt, that I ironed a few hours ago after much begging from his part. With black dress pants, black boots, and his dark, messy curls styled just enough to look good but not preppy, he looks shockingly different. Hyunjin wears a similar outfit to Chan and with a face like his and the way his long, blonde hair falls just above his shoulders, he looks like a prince. I move my gaze behind them, noticing Jisung, Jeongin, and Changbin with Lia, who's apparently the only one with a date. I quickly realize that Minho and Felix are missing.
"Where's Felix and Minho?" I ask them as casually as I can.
I notice the small glance that they exchange before Hyunjin speaks up. "Smoke break." I simply nod and move to greet the rest of them.
"Oh, my gosh you look stunning!" I give her a quick hug.
She tugs her hair behind her ear, shyly. "Thank you, you look amazing too."
"Green?" I lift my eyebrow at Changbin's dark green suit.
"I don't like boring outfits." He smirks. "The room is full of them."
"Shut up, Shrek." Jisung rolls his eyes at his friend, pulling me into a hug.
"Hey," I mumble with a soft smile in the small space between his shoulder and his neck.
"I was waiting for you." He says.
"Too many people?"
He scoffs a laugh. "Too many fancy, important people and not enough alcohol to get me though. There are some people connected to my family here as well and let's say that I would rather not talk to them at all. " He explains.
I remember when Minho explained to me everything about Jisung's past and how he and Seungmin are connected but I mask my face and pretended not to know anything. "Really?"
"Yeah, I'll tell you another time."
"Okay." I touch his shoulder sympathetically.
"Hello, gorgeous." Jeongin pulls me in a small, side hug, his cologne hitting my nose immediately.
"Hi." I smile at his compliment.
"So you found a date?" He nods Kai's way, who's chatting with Chan and Hyunjin.
"More like the date found me." I shrug.
He takes a sip of his champagne. "Bummer."
"Bummer?" I lift my eyebrows. "Why?"
"I would've asked you if I knew you were available." He boldly states, his face natural and his eyes confident.
"What made you think I wasn't available when you told me about the party?" I reply, mirroring his confidence.
His face breaks into a smile, dropping his head a little lower. "Were you?"
His question almost feels challenging and makes me wonder if he knows anything about me and Minho.
I look away, into the crowd. "Jeongin, if you had asked me, I would've said yes." I reply instead.
I feel him taking a step forward. "Well, I'll remember that moving forward."
I don't know what to do or say besides simply smiling at him, his forceful approach taking me by surprise.
He lifts his half-empty glass of champagne towards me and I do the same, before drowning the remains of the bubbly liquid.
"May I steal her for a few minutes?" I feel Kai's hand resting on my back.
Jeongin brings his lips into a tight smile. "Of course, she's your date after all."
I let Kai lead me to the dance floor where a good amount of couples are slow dancing to a beautiful melody coming from the speakers. I place my hand comfortably on his shoulder and wrap the other one around his before we start swinging to the music.
"So," He drags the word. "You're switching to one of his best friends?"
I look at him confused. "What?"
"I thought Minho was the one you were going after." He lets go of my waist, spinning me 2 times before settling back into our previous position.
"I'm not 'going after' anyone." I straighten my back. "And to answer your question; no. Minho wasn't one."
"And Jeongin is?" He presses but not at all in a rude or angry way. His tone is light and conversational.
"Can't a girl just have fun?" I almost whine out loud.
"Oh, trust me you can have fun." He chuckles charmingly. "If having 3 guys running after you is your idea of fun."
Now it's my turn to chuckle. "That's not true."
He clears his throat. "You're right, 4."
I narrow my eyes at his hint of a smile. " I know I'm not your type."
He tightens his grip, pulling a little closer, my body pressing onto his. "No, you're not. But I would never say no to you."
That, I've known for a while. Chan had told me that Kai was interested in me months ago, yet despite him being breathtakingly handsome and a really nice guy, I wasn't ready to move on. I wasn't ready to hook up or mess around cause if I would have gotten involved with him, that's all our relationship would be.
"Ah," He purrs near my ear. "And that's the reason you would say no, to both me and Jeongin." I feel his head nod in the opposite direction, his words making my body freeze on his hands. "Don't look, it will make it too obvious."
I wanna look. I wanna look so bad. The desire to simply see him is so intense that it scares me and makes me feel like an addict wanting desperately to get his hit.
"Is he looking?" I whisper in his ear, even though I know Minho can't possibly hear me, and even though I somehow can feel his eyes burning at my exposed back.
"Yep. Intensely, may I add."
I don't move a muscle. "Is he alone?" I asked the question that's been eating me alive.
"Nope."
I exhale, and I try to stay relaxed, I try to keep dancing, pretending to be unbothered by his presence and honestly, my curiosity would have gotten the best of me if Seungmin's voice didn't echo through the speaker, interrupting the music and dancing.
"First of all, I would like to thank each and every one of you that decided to spend Christmas Eve here." He says into the mic, standing on top of the first few steps of their huge staircase, getting everyone's attention. Kai forces our movements to a halt but still keeps a hand on my waist as we stand, facing Seungmin just like everyone.
"This gathering means so much to me, and I'm really happy that I get to host my own version of my family's tradition along with all the people that matter most to me."
It's eating me up inside, an uncontrollable craving and a tightness in my chest. Just a look, a tiny little glance to satisfy my curiosity.
"To my bandmates, to my friends, to my family, and to my lovely girl." He lifts his glass and the whole room does the same. Emma stands in front of him, smiling like I've never seen her before.
Just a peek.
I turn my head to the right, slightly and carefully, with my glass lifted towards Seungmin but the rest of his speech fades into background noise the minute my eyes lock with his. I swear to god, if Kai wasn't holding my waist, my knees would have bugled.
There he was, standing a few meters away, looking simply breathtaking. And already looking at me. Looking at me with a spark in his eyes, a force, a look so dark that made my throat dry, and I couldn't look away, I couldn't take my eyes off him. He looks, unlike anything I've seen him before. He's dressed in black dress pants that make his thighs look mouthwatering and a simple black dress shirt with the first few buttons open, exposing his wide chest. His hair, for the first time ever, is styled, with the left side slightly pushed back while the right front part of his hair falls perfectly over his eye. He looks so magnetizing that I almost didn't notice the petite blonde clinging to his side, under his arm. Dressed in a black, skintight, long-sleeve dress, with a full face of makeup and full red lips.
He smirks, lifting his glass my way with a challenging nod.
"So please enjoy yourselves tonight, and let's welcome Christmas in the best way possible." I snap my eyes back to Seungmin, finally able to breathe. Everyone starts cheering and clapping and when the music started playing again, everyone went back to either dancing or talking almost themselves while enjoying the incredible food and drinks, but I can't move. Not when my mind is glued to the image of her next to him. Who is she? I've never seen her before.
"Do you want another drink?" Kai asks. "Maybe a stronger one?"
"Yes, please." I breathe, wanting nothing more than to be dragged away from the dance floor, and enjoy a strong gin tonic in the corner, where I can't even see him. I let Kai lead the way, with his hand placed on my lower back. We reach the bar, and spot Felix and Hyunjin talking.
"Y/n!" Felix's eyes widen. "You look incredible." He wraps his arms around my waist, lifting my feet off the ground.
A series of giggles escape me. "Put me down! You're drawing attention."
"Are you enjoying the party?" Hyunjin questions with a lift of his eyebrows and a small knowing smile.
Instead of answering, I lean into the counter closer to the bartender making the drinks. "One gin tonic, please. Strong."
Felix lets out a low whistle. "We'll take that as a no."
"I was enjoying my night just fine." I cross my hands, looking into the distance. They're still on the dance floor, her hands loose around his neck and his holding her waist, like they've never held mine. They move slowly to the music as they chat casually. It's hard to stop my eyes from narrowing at the way his face looks almost relaxed, with a light smile as he speaks.
"Staring at him won't work." Hyunjin jokes, copying my position, arms crossed, back leaning into the table.
Felix lets out a laugh.
"Your drink miss." The bartender pushes the glass my way and I take it in my hands, taking a sip immediately.
"Is something going on that I don't know about?" Felix gives me a look.
"Nope." I shake my head, continuing to sip my drink, not taking my eyes off them.
"Something is definitely going on." Kai copies my position as well.
"You can tell us." Hyunjin adds.
"Nothing's going on." I've drank almost half of my drink already. "And even if there was, I wouldn't tell any of you."
"Excuse me?" Felix says, giving me a glare from head to toe while Hyunjin places a hand over his heart.
"Oh, please!" I roll my eyes at their reactions. "You would run to Chan and give him a full presentation of what I'd said, and you know it."
"That's a lie." Felix points his finger at me. "Your secrets are always safe with us princess."
"Exactly." Hyunjin nods. "Even if it's about fucking one of Chan's best friends"
"It's not like that!" Hyunjin's words make my tone rise, feeling a sudden need to explain myself but they simply laugh. "And besides, Chan's my-" Speaking of the devil Chan makes his way toward us, with his hands casually in his pockets, walking through the crowd like he's 7 feet tall.
"Chan!" I greet him. "Hi."
"Hello, pretty lady." He offers me a broad smile, before turning his attention to Felix and Hyunjin. "I need some help."
"Why? What happened?"
"Seungmin's having some trouble with the cakes." He scratches the back of his neck, a habit of his. "For some reason, they couldn't be delivered here, so someone has to go and get them from the bakery, which closes in approximately," He checks his watch. "19 minutes."
"I'll come. " Felix offers immediately.
"Oh, my god, thanks man." Chan sighs in relief.
"No, problem." He sets his half-empty glass on the table. "We'll finish the conversation later." He sends me a wink.
"What conversation?"
Felix pushes Chan towards the door, chuckling. "Nothing mate, come on let's go."
. . . . . . . . .
I tried sneaking glances as much as I could, whether he was dancing with her, going to get a drink at the bar, or absolutely devouring the mini burgers, and he didn't find my eyes once. Even when he was talking with the rest of the boys and I stood only a few feet away, fully involved in the conversation as well, he never once addressed me. In fact, he didn't even look my way. At all. All night. He smiled and talked, and acted like nothing was going on, like he was fully comfortable with me being almost right next to him. Like nothing had happened. He was simply ignoring me the whole night, so successfully that it made pure rage grow inside me. At the fact that it was so each for him to do so, when I couldn't even breathe properly when he was near, at the way he smiled and talked and danced with her, and most importantly at the way he looked absolutely ravishing. Simply stunning.
My anger was growing and growing each second, each minute, each hour passing and I found myself at the bar more often than I should. The party was beautiful. The decorations, the music, the elegantly dressed people, everything. Kai did dance with me numerous times, and I also danced with Hyunjin and Jisung but at times like these when Kai is somewhere talking or smoking with the boys and Emma is busy playing hostess with Seungmin, I give myself a second to simply do some people watching, and fully take in this beautiful scene unraveling in front of me. Everyone is having a great time, Emma and Seungmin along with Changbin and Lia are currently on the dance floor, and the rest of the boys are chatting and laughing. Every single person in here, has a smile on their face, enjoying the moment, something I can't bring myself to do. Hell, even Minho has a hint of a smile on his face.
I drown my 4th glass of gin and tonic.
"Easy there tiger." Jisung takes the now-empty glass from my hand. "Someone's clearly not having fun."
"I am having fun." I scoff. "In fact, I'm having a great time, this party is amazing." I wave my hand around.
"Yes, it is." He smiles, focusing his eyes on me. "Are you okay, kid?"
It's weird how Jisung can always realize when something's wrong, but then again I don't think that I'm making a good job of hiding it.
"Can I ask you a question?" I ask back.
"Sure."
"Do you smoke?"
He blinks at my straightforward question. "Occasionally, yes. Why?"
"Can I have one?"
He blinks again. "Um," Another blink. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Please." I press in a high-pitched tone when he appears to be looking around, probably for Hyunjin.
He sighs but reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes.
"For an occasional smoker, you sure are prepared." I tease.
He rolls his eyes at me with a smile. "Do you want it or not?" He holds a cigarette between his fingers.
My eyes light up and I immediately take it. "Yes please."
"I'd suggest you go somewhere else to smoke it." He lets his eyes trail around the room once again as if we're dealing right in front of 30 people, placing a lighter in my hands as well.
"Yes, I know." I hide the cigarette inside my palm. "Thanks, Jisung."
He gives me a short nod with a hint of hesitation in his big brown eyes and lets me walk away from him. My legs drag me up the stairs, making a turn to the only room I've ever been in this house. I open the big, glass door and exit the room, walking into the massive balcony. This time I don't climb the stairs to the roof, I walk further into the balcony until I reach the railing. It's a lovely night, perfect for Christmas Eve, the stars and moon lighting up the night sky and blending perfectly with the chilly atmosphere. I shiver, my bare shoulders moving inwards mechanically in an attempt to protect my body from the cold yet I don't wrap my arms around it, instead, I welcome the cold and let it lift the little hairs on my arms and spread goosebumps across my skin. Something about the cold air hitting me, this shivering feeling tingling my back, calms me down. It's like reality showering you in the best way possible, grounding you. I take the cigarette between my teeth, the red of my lips staining the edge and I circle my hand around it, lighting it up. The first inhale hits me hard, reminding me just how much I've missed it; the feeling of the sudden numbness in your brain unraveling and spreading everywhere in your body, and how suddenly with each inhale you feel more and more separated from the world around you. I let the moment sink in in my intoxicated mind, appreciating where I am right now and saving it. I know that my moment is gone when I hear the noise, the footsteps, and the door slamming, and even though I stay still, facing the night sky, hands resting on the railing, it doesn't take longer than 5 seconds to realize that it's him. Maybe it was his sweet vanilla scent mixed with a hint of cigarettes, that filled the air immediately or the way his light, slightly audible breathing sounded somewhat familiar, but I knew.
"Hello, Angel."
"Minho," I simply acknowledge him.
"I didn't know you had a tattoo on your back." He spoke in a low, controlled tone.
The corners of my mouth lift. "I have 5." I stay facing forward, pausing to take another drag of the cigarette and taking my time to exhale the smoke. "And there are many things you don't know about me."
"Like?" He starts walking my way, and I know that he has his hands in his pockets and a small smile is dancing on those beautiful lips, without having to look.
"You'll find out if you stop ignoring me."
My comment forced a chuckle out of him and suddenly he appears to my right with his back resting on the railing, facing me. When I move my eyes from the night sky to look at him, regret showers me from head to toe. I was right about the small smile but definitely not prepared for the way he looks at me through his long lashes. Having not made eye contact for most of the night, being here, and being looked at by him feels like the highlight of my night. And I hate it, almost as much as I hate the way my heart starts beating just a little bit faster.
His fingers come up, snatching the cigarette from between my own in such a swift movement, bringing it to his mouth. "Smoking doesn't look good on you, angel."
I admire how he moves the cigarette to his other hand, the one away from me, taking a drag of it midway and exhaling, and it's honestly crazy how attractive it is to me. "I don't care." I reply, trying to appear unbothered.
"Are you enjoying the dance?" He asks and if I didn't know any better, I would think that he actually cared but I recognize the irony in his voice.
"Of course, I am," I play along. "It's wonderful."
He drops his eyes to the floor. "I think I'm getting pretty good at realizing when you're lying."
My body stiffens. "I'm not lying." The party is wonderful...
"Well, I think you are." His words mix with the smoke as he exhales.
"And what makes you think that?" I further ask, holding eye contact for just a few seconds.
He shrugs. "Maybe it was the quite visible stiffness of your body the whole time, the constant frown that was plastered on those red lips, or the way too much drinking out of discomfort and nervousness. But I think it was probably the fact that you danced only up to 30% of your abilities thanks to that lame excuse of a partner you choose to drag along with you as a date." A small smile threatens to spread on his face, but he contains it.
"None of what you've just said is true," I try to brush him off, forcing myself to act like his words didn't affect me or how it scared me that everything he just said is in fact true. It makes me feel like I can't possibly hide from him, as if he can read me like an open book without even trying. "And don't talk shit about Kai, he's a great date and someone I actually know and have fun with."
His smile widened into a smirk. "Anna and I know each other for quite some time."
I stare into the sky again. "I didn't ask and I don't care."
"You didn't have to, I can see how it's been eating you up inside since you laid eyes on us." The confidence that laces his teasing tone makes me tense up and I feel his gaze on me as he continues.
Us...
"I saw the way you roamed your eyes from her head to her toes every chance you got, probably analyzing everything about her." He blows the last bit of the smoke before pressing the edge of the remaining cigarette on the railing and throwing it away. "It was easy to guess what was going through your mind, " He pushes himself off the railing and moves slowly, almost like a cat, circling around me and leaning closer and closer. "Questions, questions, so many questions, and doubts. I could almost feel you comparing every little thing about her to you." He stops behind me, his chest nearly touching my back yet still knocking the air out of my chest. I swallow hard, feeling his head moving to the side of my face, just above my shoulder.
"And honestly, I don't know what felt more entertaining to me; the fact that I could smell the jealousy out of you or the fact that you actually thought that she stands a chance next to you." He whispers, lips brushing against the cell of my ear and I'm on fire, from head to toe. He's suddenly close, so close, his scent hitting my nose, intoxicating my brain even more and memories of his hands on me and his body pressing against mine begin to dance around my head.
"Minho.." I try my best to sound stable, but my words come out breathy.
He pushes his face further into the curve of my neck, his lips traveling all around, brushing my skin. "What do you want angel?"
Such a dangerous question to ask when I feel like he has my body wrap around his finger without even touching it. "S-stop it. You can't do that."
His low chuckle against my skin sends a wave of vibrations all the way down to my core. "Can't?"
"Yes." I somehow find the strength to push my body away from his and turn to face him, resting my back against the railing for much-needed support. "You've been ignoring me the whole night, and now you wanna come and play games with me? That's not how it works." I cross my arms.
His face is now stripped of any playfulness, his features turning hard as he looks down at me. A moment of silence passes until he decides to speak. "I wasn't ignoring you."
I chuckle lightly. " Yes, you were. Completely."
He bites his bottom lip softly, eyes moving up and down my body fast. "I wasn't ignoring you, " He repeats. "I was trying to contain myself. There's a difference."
I feel my breath shaking at his words, and all I can do is stare at him, no words coming out.
He looks up, inhaling, tongue running over his bottom teeth as he steps forward. "You look fucking exquisite." He drawls. His hands grip the railing tight, trapping me. "My breath was yours the minute I laid eyes on you."
I can only hear my heart drumming against my chest, his words making me freeze. "I don't-"
A noise escapes him, almost like a growl. His nose bumps against mine gently, and his cigarette breath fills the small space between us. "You think I was enjoying watching him have his hands all over you?"
"It sure looked like it. " I whisper, looking up at him.
His eyes are dark, moving everywhere around my face before settling on my lips. "That was the point."
"Why is everything a game to you?" I can't help but whine.
He doesn't answer instead he brushes his lips against mine, taking my words and breath, and flashes me a look. His eyes warning me and asking me at the same time, and in a split second his lips are on mine. His mouth moved with so much power, so much force that it made my grip on the railing tighten as my knees almost gave up. It didn't take long before my mind caught up, making my own lips move against his with the same hunger and he hummed in response, satisfied. His cold hands cupped my jaw as his tongue began brushing aggressively against mine, demanding complete access which I was more than happy to provide. Our mouths danced together in a way that felt almost like a war, biting and sucking, nibbling and pulling, his hand traveled to my hair, grabbing a handful of my dark curls and forcing my head to tilt upwards, breaking the kiss with a choked moan. His mouth traveled to my jaw and down to my neck, leaving wet spots behind and marking my skin softly.
"You have no idea how hard it was for me to contain myself all night," He breaths out. "when all I wanted to do was bend you over and admire how hot the back of that dress would look as I fuck you from behind. "
A sound so desperate and needy ripped through my throat at his words, my body in shock and melting in his hands as he continues to devour my neck and chest, his mouth going everywhere.
"Minho.." I find the strength to whisper.
"Yeah, I know.." He groans against my skin.
"Someone could see us." I add.
He drags his lips from my neck back to my jaw, until his mouth is ghosting over mine again "I know," His eyes are hungry and wild. "don't care though."
I laugh under my breath. "We both know that's a lie."
"A lie?"
"Minho, you don't wanna be seen with me." I shake my head lightly. "Every time we're around people you act like a completely different person."
"It's not that angel." He exhales against my lips, brushing his nose against mine. His hands move slowly, from my jaw down my chest, his rough fingers toy with the thin straps of my dress before traveling down to my exposed cleavage. His eyes meet mine as he drags his fingers in between my breasts, making my nipples harden, the shape of them visible through the thin satin material. His mouth twists when he notices, his lips coming together hard. I feel my breath tremble as his hand passes from my stomach and doesn't stop. I switch my gaze from his hand to his eyes nervously while he stays focused on his movement, with eyebrows frowned.
When his fingers brush over my core, I inhale sharply, holding my breath.
"God, it would be so satisfying to see just how wet you are for me right now." He lets out a low groan, smiling.
"I'm not." I swallow, tightening my jaw, looking at him dead in the eye.
His smile turns into a smirk, dark and wicked, that shakes me to my core and awakes a hunger deep inside me, making me wetter than I already was. "Let's check then shall we?"
Before I have any time to protest or do anything, he knocks my left foot with his, making my legs open enough for his hand to creep in from the opening of the dress that exposed my leg from my hip bone all the way down to my ankle.
"Minho!" My voice comes out more like a whine, the end of his name dying in my throat as his fingers waste no time, pulling my underwear to the side.
"Ah, shit." He hums in approval closing his eyes when his finger opens my folds, gently rubbing my clit and letting my wetness soak it. His smile grows as his teeth capture his bottom lip between them. "You're dripping baby."
I place my hands on his chest. "Please, s-stop."
"I don't think you want me to stop. Not when I can so easily do," His middle finger slides inside me, effortlessly. "This."
A moan leaves my lips, my head falling back at the unexpected pleasure.
His finger starts moving, fast and hard, making wet, sinful sounds mixed with my embarrassing whimpering fill the air.
"That's it, baby." He drags the words, in a low tone, attaching his lips once again against my jaw.
"Oh my god," I brokenly say, fisting his shirt. He slides another finger in with absolutely no warning, keeping the same brutally pleasurable pace and I feel my stomach tightening, the pleasure building and building. Everything has faded again, an effect that only he has on me, suddenly it's just me and him and I find myself not caring about where we are or who can see us as I let myself fall apart on his fingers.
His lips find mine, swallowing my gasps, in a sloppy kiss. "You feel so good around my fingers angel." His free hand comes up to cup my jaw, forcing my eyes to him, foreheads touching. "You think you can come for me? Huh?"
The way he speaks, so cockily and confidently, is challenging me and I hate how much the way he teases and handles my body, pushes me closer to the edge. This back-and-forth thing between us, this feeling, this rush of adrenaline that consumes me every time he's around is getting addictive and I want more and more. I want him more and more.
His fingers curled inside me, effortlessly finding that spot, and hitting it repeatedly. "S-shit."
"Found it." He says proudly in my ear, gently biting my earlobe, and if I wasn't currently on the verge of having an orgasm at a balcony, during Seunming's Christmas Eve party, I would have slapped that smirk off his face.
The knot in my stomach tightens, my legs begin to shake, and I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest, heat rising to my face. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing circles over it and the second he applies just the tiniest amount of pressure, I feel the pleasure creeping in.
"Minho, I'm g-gonna.." My orgasm hits me like a wave, my whole body going numb, gasps and moans of his name fall from my lips.
"There we go baby," He groans, connecting his forehead to mine again. "Ride it out." All of his digits move perfectly together, not slowing down even a tiny bit, as I make a mess of them. My eyes stay shut, still unable to breathe while the remains of my high still linger, the bliss still tingling my insides.
When he feels me relax, he pulls his fingers out, letting some of my release wet my inner thighs. I open my eyes slowly meeting his. He's grinning like a satisfied child, that got what he wanted.
"Well," He lifts an eyebrow, bringing his two fingers to his mouth and wrapping his full, pink lips around them, sucking them clean while holding eye contact. "That was lovely."
I blink and I swallow hard, and then blink again. Staring up at him, not really knowing what to say, my mind completely blank. "I- uhm.." I stutter, and it could be my head trying to wrap itself around what just happened or how the moonlight falls on his face perfectly, lighting up his big, brown eyes, but I struggle to form a sentence. His hair, a little messed up, probably from my hands, and his whole face, glowing, making me wish I could take a photo of him in this moment.
"I-I-uhm," He mocks, eyes moving all over my face. "Not knowing what to say; that's the 'Minho effect'. " He shrugs.
His words snap me out of my haze. "God, you're so arrogant." I push at his chest, making him stubble just a step, his shoulders shaking with laughter. I cross my arms, shaking my head at the boy in front of me. It's the second time, I've heard him laugh.
He bounces back to his previous spot, lowering his head a bit to catch my gaze, his eyes dark and beautiful. "Are you obsessed with me yet or should I try harder?"
I roll my eyes, fighting back a small smile, this playful and flirty side of his might be my favorite. It's making me wish we could stay like this forever. So close to each other, so open and relaxed. But sadly the nature of our relationship is nothing like that.
I open my mouth to answer but the shout of my name ripping through the air, makes me freeze.
Hyunjin.
He steps into the balcony, chest rising and falling so hard that he's visibly struggling to breathe. His face is covered with a thin layer of sweat and his hair is messily falling over his face as if he was repeatedly running his hands over them.
"Hyunjin?" My head snaps to him, but it's the look on his face, the panic in his eyes that makes my blood run cold, and my feet to take a step forward.
"We have a problem." He breaths out, hard.
"What is it?" Minhos takes a step forward as well, his body and face shifting completely, hardening, alarmed.
"It's Chan and Felix."
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The Elevator
can you imagine the sheer chaos that would happen if Thomas (and therefore, all the sides) got stuck in an elevator? – amateurmasksmith
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Warnings: none!
Pairings: DLAMPR, can be platonic or romantic i don't care
Word Count: 1364
The five stages of grief, as explored through what happens when you get stuck in an elevator.
Denial
"No," Virgil groans, slamming his head against the wall, "there's no way we're stuck in an elevator."
"Of course not." Logan folds his hands patiently. "We heard this elevator move, it clearly had to travel to reach the floor we were on, so we are not stuck in an elevator, it is simply delayed."
"That's right!" Patton claps his hands. "All we have to do is wait for it to start moving."
They wait. And wait. And keep waiting.
"I don't know if you've noticed," Roman says after they've waited for a considerable amount of time, "but, uh, we don't really seem to be moving all that much."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Janus drawls, leaning against the wall next to Virgil and examining his fingernails, even though he's wearing gloves, "this is clearly the fastest elevator I've ever been on. Truly, I don't know how your ears haven't popped yet."
"Oh my god, will you shut up?"
"What was that, Virgil? Sorry, I can't hear you over how fast we're going."
"Guys," Logan interrupts, "enough. We just have to be patient."
2. Anger
"How in the hell did this elevator manage to break while we're on it?"
"This is ridiculous," Logan mutters, beginning to tap his fingers against his wrist, "do they not think people have places to be? How are we expected to make our appointments if we are stuck in this infuriatingly small metal box?"
"They really should pay more attention to them," Patton agrees, crossing his arms too, "after all, what if someone got really stuck in here? Or if it got caught between floors?"
"Not helping, Pop Star," Virgil growls, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
"Oh, sorry, kiddo."
"Well, clearly we have to recommend this place to everyone," Janus drawls, but a hint of steel undercuts the worst of the sarcasm, "for their stellar service and impeccable elevators."
Virgil grits his teeth and thunks his head back against the wall again. "I swear to god, I'm gonna punch our way out of here in a moment if this thing doesn't start fucking moving."
"You'll just hurt your hands, pry the doors open instead."
"Roman, no—"
Roman's fist slams into the wall with a thud. When he looks up, Patton makes a noise and takes step back.
"This elevator," he snarls, "better start fucking moving."
3. Bargaining
"What if I cut the cables?"
Patton yelps and Virgil swears as Remus drops down from the ceiling, looking far too eager and holding way too many tools. "Don't scare us like that, Remus?"
"And also don't kill us," Janus remarks, reaching out and grabbing his shoulder before he can get all the way to the control panel on the side, "we are still in the elevator."
"We can fix that!"
"For fuck's sake—no, Remus!"
"Language," Patton calls from where he's hiding behind Logan.
Virgil shoots forward to muscle Remus away from the elevator's control panel too, knocking some of the tools out of his arms and helping Janus hold him against the wall. "Stop it, Remus, you're scaring Patton."
"I should be scaring this elevator, but if the beast won't give up its guts, I'll eviscerate the monster!"
"It's an elevator, dude, calm down."
"I don't think asking Remus to calm down is going to work, Virge."
4. Depression
"What's the point," Roman groans, making everyone look around for him before realizing he's sitting on the floor, "what's the point in trying to ask him to calm down, what's the point of trying to get out of here? We're not going to make it in time, we're just going to be stuck in this elevator forever and we'll die of being stuck in a metal box."
"Roman," Logan says, surprisingly gently, "don't think like that, it's going to be alright."
"You said it yourself, Specs!" Roman throws his arms out. "We've already missed the bus by now, and the next one won't get us there in time. We missed it, it's over, we don't have another shot at it."
His face crumples miserably and Remus sags, letting Janus and Virgil wrestle the rest of his tools out of his grip before wriggling free of them himself. He scurries across the elevator to crouch next to Roman's side. Roman looks up with his eyes welling up with tears and Remus sits down, holding out his arms and letting his brother bury his face in the crook of his neck.
"Hey, Roro, it's gonna be okay," he murmurs, rubbing his back, "it's okay, Ro-Bro, it's okay."
"It's not," Roman sobs, "it's not okay! We worked so hard on this, Re, and now—and now—"
"Shh, shh, shh, it's okay, Roro, you're okay. I gotcha, okay? I'm right here."
The elevator fills with the soft sounds of Roman crying, even as he tries to bumble through apologies for being so emotional, or getting so upset, only for Remus to shush him and the others to follow suit.
"It's alright to be upset, Roman," Logan says softly, crouching by the two of them and reaching out to card his fingers through Roman's hair, "just give yourself a minute."
Roman sniffles and nuzzles against Remus's shoulder.
5. Acceptance
It takes Roman a little longer to compose himself, but Remus just holds him until he sags into his arms and bonks their heads together affectionately.
"You feeling a little better, Roro?"
"I mean," Roman sniffs, "not really, but I'm not going to cry anymore."
He looks up at the others, at their concerned faces and small smiles, and he sighs.
"Guess we're just stuck in here until someone comes to get us, right?"
Virgil slumps down in the opposite corner, an odd mish-mash of limbs and hoodie as he toys with the strings. "Yep. Guess so."
Janus sighs dramatically—which is saying something, seeing as both Creativity Brothers look at him as though they think he's being excessive—and slinks to the floor in a way that would make most animated Disney villains jealous. He props one knee up and flounces against the railing, looking every bit the inconvenienced overlord until Remus reaches out and pokes him in the ribs. Then he hisses and curls up into a more normal seated position and Remus cackles.
"Well, we might as well get comfy," Patton says, sitting down too, "who knows how long we're gonna be in here?"
"Until someone else notices the elevator is broken, I guess."
"We should play a game!"
"No," Janus groans, "no games."
"Ooh, what about Find The Organ?"
"No, Remus."
"I don't think I know that one, what's—" Patton squeaks as his hand claps itself over his mouth.
"I'm saving you from a far worse fate," Janus says gravely, with a look of utmost sincerity and honesty on his face, "trust me."
+1. Realization
Logan's deep sigh from the other side of the elevator draws their attention. Roman frowns as he sees Logan take off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"Logan? You okay?"
"What's up, L," Virgil asks too when Logan doesn't respond, "is something wrong?"
Logan still doesn't say anything. After another moment of the others trying to figure out what's got him so upset, he replaces his glasses with a forced calm and reaches out.
The button glows.
The elevator rumbles and lurches into motion.
"Whoa, Logan!" Patton scrambles to his feet. "You fixed it!"
"Wait, wait, what?" Remus gets up too. "How did you do that?"
"He's Logan," Janus says, getting up as though it was his idea to sit down in the first place, which it was, but out of necessity, not choice, "are you surprised?"
Virgil narrows his eyes at Logan's back for a moment before he bursts out laughing. "Wait, did no one push the button when we got in?"
Logan's silence is telling.
"Oh my god—"
"What the fuck—"
"How the hell did no one—"
"Remus!"
"What did I do?"
The elevator carries its passengers down to the lobby, rumbling and whirring all the way.
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I Swear to God the Devil Made Me Do It
devil!jeonghan x human!reader, 5.7k words, I'm not sure if there's anything in here that I need to warn for but if there is just let me know and I'll edit the post, I did not mean for this to be my longest fic to date by far but here we are, also I wrote this over the course of three days and did not go back to reread what I had written previously so if there are weird transitions that's why
There was a door to Hell in the back of your closet. While something you were used to now, it was quite the shock when you had first learned about it. The house had sat vacant for months, something that confused you immensely when you were shown the property. The owners before you had been renting it out, but with tenants not lasting more than a few weeks at a time, there was no money coming in from it and therefore they had decided to rent it. You fell in love with the quaint little house the moment you set your eyes on it, and it felt like a steal for how cheaply the previous owners had been asking.
All that to say, there was a nagging voice in the back of your mind that had you thinking that things might have been too good to be true. You hadn’t expected the truth of too good to be true to come to light with an actual Devil walking into your room from your closet the day after you had officially moved into the place.
To say you were scared would be an understatement, and the Devil wasn’t exactly thrilled about the situation either. Your fight or flight response kicked in and well, long story short, if he hadn’t been born with supernatural strength and speed, the knife you had been using to pop open your packed boxes would have gone straight through his sternum. Though you were CPR certified, being stabbed like that was not something a normal human would have been able to come back from.
That was months ago, and now you and the Devil had actually become quite good friends. After the both of you had calmed down enough to talk, he introduced himself as Jeonghan, and he made it very clear that he was just a Devil, not the Devil. You still hadn’t quite grasped the nuances of the hierarchies of Hell, but it didn’t really matter.
He explained why he was so shocked that you could actually see him when he exited the portal - which, by the way, connected directly back to his home in Hell - and that was because he had made a contract with the original owners of the house who knew how long ago. Only those whose name was on the deed could see through any illusions or invisibility charms he put on himself. He had no idea that the house had been sold, so even if any renters had been home when he needed to make his way into the human world, they wouldn’t have been able to see him.
Once it became clear that the two of you didn’t actually care to harm each other, you developed a system where he’d call out to you through the portal before coming through just to make sure it was okay. You could hear him from anywhere in the house, or even outside of it as long as you were still on the property. A yes was a yes and a no was a no, and not hearing from you after asking three times meant that you weren’t home to answer and he was welcome to use the portal as long as he made his way out into the wide world quickly; as comfortable as the two of you had gotten, you weren’t fond of the thought of someone being in your home without you there, even though you trusted him.
The system had served you well, working for both of your needs every time it was used. Most of the time Jeonghan had business in the human world to attend to, but sometimes he just wanted your company - something you didn’t mind indulging in. It was a lovely arrangement the two of you had, but you should have realized that eventually the system would fail you, and that failure happened the first time you brought someone home with you.
The man - you couldn’t even remember his name, though you were pretty sure he had whispered it in your ear while you were dancing together at the club - could barely keep his hands off of you as the two of you practically fell through your front door. You made it to the bed eventually, having stopped every few feet to kiss and grope each other some more.
There you were, reclining on your bed, the man’s tongue in your mouth and a very obvious erection pressing against you, when suddenly he pulled away. You pouted, which only made him laugh.
“Don’t worry, I’m just putting on some mood music,” he assured you as he scrolled through his phone for a moment.
Once the music was chosen and blasting through his phone’s speakers, his mouth and hands were on you again. He rolled his hips against yours, eliciting a moan that he quickly swallowed up with a kiss. The hand gripping your waist slid slowly down your leg until it hit the bare skin of your thigh, only to then slide slowly back up and under the hem of your dress. You let out a shaky sigh as tingles erupted in the pit of your stomach with the anticipation of things to come.
“Well, I hope I’m not interrupting anything too important,” a voice called out just loud enough to be heard over the music.
The man you had brought home bit your lip in surprise before jumping backwards, revealing Jeonghan in all his devilish glory - spiraling horns, leathery wings, and spade-tipped tail. Something seemed different about the way he looked, though it wasn’t just the bored expression on his face that barely concealed a myriad of emotions swirling beneath the surface.
“What the fuck are you?” the man called out, voice betraying equal parts fear and confusion. So that’s what was different about Jeonghan - he didn’t have the lingering glitter of an illusion or invisibility charm that you sometimes caught even though you could see through them. So he wanted the man to see what he really looked like.
Jeonghan didn’t even glance at the man, his eyes staying locked on your own. You couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious under his scrutiny as he took in your flushed face and the dress scrunched dangerously high on your legs.
“What are you doing here?” you questioned, more than a little upset at his sudden intrusion.
“I called for you,” he stated. “Three times. You didn’t answer. Now I see why.”
Without breaking eye contact Jeonghan picked up the man’s phone and shut off the music. The sudden silence made your ears ring. He tossed it to the man who fumbled to catch it. Only then did Jeonghan finally acknowledge him.
“What are you still doing here? Go,” he said impatiently. The man did not need to be told twice. He was out the door without a single glance back, leaving you to stare daggers at Jeonghan who still stood in the doorway of your closet.
“What the fuck, Jeonghan? Why would you do that?” you spat, crossing your arms across your chest in a defiant gesture. Jeonghan advanced further into the room, causing you to skitter backwards what little distance you could as he sat down on the edge of your bed.
“I told you, I called for you three times, and when you didn’t answer I figured that meant I was free to come through. I hadn’t expected to find you here with… well, to find you as I had,” he explained. It made sense, but you weren’t done being mad at him.
“And when you did find me here you thought it would be alright to cockblock me and send my date screaming into the night? Just head off on whatever business you’ve got in this world and leave me alone.” You turned your head to face away from him like a pouting child, but a moment later his hand came to caress your jaw and gently turn you back in his direction.
“Ah, I think my business can wait. I’d rather stay here and help you out,” he replied. His voice had dropped a bit, both in volume and tone, and the combined effect forced a shiver down your spine that you had to work to suppress.
You realized you were staring at his lips just a beat too long after he spoke, and when you looked up to meet his eyes you saw a hint of amusement in them. If you hadn’t already been blushing, you certainly would have been at that point.
“Help me with what?” Your voice had involuntarily gotten quieter to match his.
Jeonghan leaned in slightly and you caught a whiff of his scent. You could never quite pin down what he smelled like, but whatever the otherworldly scent was, it felt comforting. Inviting.
“What was it you accused me of doing? Cockblocking you? Well, after being so rude with that I wouldn’t want to leave you frustrated and alone.” A smirk graced his lips.
Your eyes widened in shock for the briefest of moments before you narrowed them in a glare. He had caught you off guard but you refused to let him have the last word on this.
“And what makes you think I’d want your help with my… frustrations?” you countered.
Jeonghan leaned even closer, tilting his head and stopping just shy of his lips meeting yours. His breath ghosted over your mouth and this time you couldn’t suppress the shiver it caused, though you managed to keep yourself from surging forward and kissing him.
“I’ve heard the way you’ve called out my name as you touched yourself in the middle of the night. I bet it’d sound even sweeter hearing it up close.” Jeonghan’s voice was barely above a whisper, and yet it did things to you that you could have never expected. You subconsciously drew your knees together to hide the wetness that bloomed across your panties in the split second before the embarrassment hit you.
“You could hear me?”
“Every sigh and moan, as long as my name was attached,” he answered.
“Why did you never say anything?”
“I figured if you wanted me bad enough you’d ask rather than using that little black toy you have. But I guess I figured wrong, seeing as you went to some stranger rather than asking me to help. I am sorry for that, by the way. I really didn’t know that you’d be here.”
You shook your head, ready to tell him that you weren’t upset with him for chasing what’s-his-name away, when something else from his statement clicked in your head. You leaned back out of Jeonghan’s reach, his hand that had been cradling your jaw falling to his lap.
“You went snooping around in my stuff when I wasn’t here,” you accused, but he was already shaking his head.
“You left your toy on the nightstand, once. It had been cleaned and everything, but you must have just forgotten to put it completely away.”
“Oh. right.” You remembered that day - coming home late and realizing it had been out in the open all day. You had just assumed that Jeonghan hadn’t come by, since he never mentioned it to you.
“You can tell me to go if you don’t want me here. Just say the word and I’ll leave. But if by chance you want me to stay… well, you could say that as well.”
There was half a second you paused before speaking where you made your decision.
“Jeonghan?”
“Hmm?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
A moment later his lips were on yours. You would have smacked the back of your head into the headboard if not for his left hand coming around to cradle it. His right came to rest on your side, fingers gripping your ribs while his thumb grazed the underside of your breast through the fabric of your dress. Your hands, meanwhile, reached out to grip the fabric of his shirt tightly in your fists. You were probably stretching the fabric, might even rip it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
“Promise me you’ll tell me if I do something that you don’t like,” Jeonghan said.
“Of course,” you whispered against his mouth before kissing him again, though in the moment you couldn’t think of a single thing you wouldn’t let him do to you.
Jeonghan’s tongue came out of his mouth and caressed your bottom lip. You had asked him once if he had a forked tongue, and he had laughed as if it were so outrageous picture on a being with horns, wings, and a tail. He had a normal tongue, and you winced as it caught on a slight abrasion.
Jeonghan pulled back slightly, only as far as your grip on his shirt would allow, and slid his hand from the back of your head to cup your cheek instead. His thumb pulled gently on your bottom lip to see what the issue was.
“That bastard made you bleed,” he growled.
You hadn’t thought the man had bit you that hard when Jeonghan had made his surprise entrance, but clearly you were wrong. You smoothed out your hands on his chest in an attempt to calm his sudden agitation.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” you assured him. Your words came out the slightest bit wrong due to the slight pressure he had on your lip. “Besides, A little pain isn't necessarily a bad thing.” Something sparked in Jeonghan’s eyes as his pupils dilated.
“Is that so?” He seemed to take your words almost as a challenge, but still waited for you to make the next move.
Figuring this might be your only chance to really surprise him that night, you steeled whatever strength you had and pushed against his chest. Of course if he had seen it coming he wouldn’t have budged against your efforts, but as things were you managed to knock him flat on his back, wings unfurling to avoid being squished. You had to untangle your legs, but a moment later you were straddling his waist and leaning down to catch his mouth in a kiss again. His hands gripped your hips tightly through your scrunched up dress.
Pressed together the way you were, it was hard not to focus on his hard length pressed up against you. It was definitely a lot bigger than the toy you used on yourself and as intimidating as that was, it was also exhilarating. You moaned just at the thought of what he’d feel like inside of you.
“Darling,” Jeonghan drawled. You pulled back slightly to give him room to talk. “As much as I’d love to spend hours on end kissing you, I think we’re both a little too impatient for that. I need to taste you.”
You held back a groan of anticipation. He’d barely even touched you and already your pussy was clenching tight, all from the sound of his voice. All those wasted nights he stayed in Hell listening to you calling out his name as you fucked yourself on a dumb little toy… he should have let himself in. You should have invited him to join you.
The first thing you did was shuck off all your clothes - you didn’t want anything getting in the way. It took a fair bit of maneuvering to get yourself positioned over his waiting face while keeping your feet away from his wings and knees away from his horns, but eventually you got there. Not a second later, Jeonghan’s hands were wrapped around your thighs and pulling you down onto him.
Jeonghan may not have had a forked tongue, but it was most definitely longer than any that had gone down on you before. He moved slowly, teasing you by working the tip up your folds, circling it once or twice around your clit, before trailing back down to play with your entrance.
“So much for being impatient,” you muttered. You could feel Jeonghan smirk against you, the movement making you squirm as it tickled you.
“Am I moving too slow for you, my sweet?”
Before you could even think of answering Jeonghan dove back in to eating you out. His hands held you down so close you were sure he would suffocate, but if he didn’t think that was an issue then who were you to worry about it? Your mind had better things to focus on, like the way his tongue fucked in and out of you at such a rapid pace, the tip of it flicking against your g-spot with every thrust and making you shake. With the distance between your cunt and his face being what it was - that is to say, not very much - his nose bumped against your clit repeatedly. You’d think it was a strange situation, if your brain could come up with any thoughts at all. You were too far gone for that, every fiber of your being focusing on your impending orgasm.
Suddenly the bedsheets weren’t enough for you to hold onto, you needed something sturdier. Your shaking legs made you feel like you’d fall over if you moved even an inch, but somehow you managed to get your hands gripped around Jeonghan’s horns right at the base of each one. They provided the support you had wanted and seemed to be working in Jeonghan’s favor as well. He moaned against you as your hands wrapped around them, the feeling against your cunt being just what you needed to send you over the edge.
You think you called out Jeonghan’s name in your ecstasy, but you couldn’t be sure. His grip on your thighs and your grip on his horns was all that kept you upright as your orgasm ripped through you.
With shaking legs and a heaving chest, Jeonghan had to do most of the work to get you off of him. He tucked you under one arm so that your head was laying on his chest and his hand could run comforting lines up and down your back.
“Holy shit,” you breathed out.
Jeonghan’s chest rumbled beneath you as he chuckled. “That good, huh?”
“I think you’ve masturbating for me, and I’ve given myself some real good orgasms,” you joked.
“And to think, that was just my mouth. You haven’t even experienced what my hands feel like, or my dick.”
“Oh believe me, I’m well aware of that. You’re not going anywhere until I have,” you asserted, earning another chuckle from Jeonghan. “Just… just give me a minute.” Though you ached to feel every part of Jeonghan’s body, you knew moving too fast and too soon would only lead to pain - and not the good kind.
“Take all the time you need,” Jeonghan reassured you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
You could have fallen asleep there in the comfort of his arms if not for the brushing of his shirt against your breasts each time you breathed in. You couldn’t believe that he still had a shirt on - not to mention his pants, which you could see out of the corner of your eye were still highly tented. You had to remedy the situation. The instant your hand began to slide across his chest Jeonghan’s eyes opened to watch you.
“What are you doing?” he asked, a playful and curious lilt to his voice.
“You’re wearing too much clothing,” you answered resolutely.
Your hand had made it to the top button of his shirt; it was hard to pop open with just one hand and at the angle you were grabbing from, but you were more than determined. Jeonghan was amused by the whole situation and let you carry on with your plan until his chest and abdomen were fully exposed. It was then that Jeonghan took over, gently placing you down before standing up to pull off all of his clothing.
Everything about him seemed perfectly made to entice you from the slim and sculpted V of his hips framing a neat happy trail to his deliciously thick thighs, and in between them…
“My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” Jeonghan said with a chuckle.
Your eyes snapped immediately up to his own, face burning with embarrassment. Before you could move to sit up, Jeonghan settled back onto the bed to kneel between your legs. You had to spread them to accommodate his size and as soon as you did his hands came down to rest on the soft flesh of your inner thighs.
When he leaned over to kiss you his cock nestled itself against your core, stretching out over your stomach to show you just how far into you it would reach. Even without seeing it in that moment, you could feel just how unlike a human penis it was. As Jeonghan’s tongue tangled with your own you reached a hand in between the two of you to grab his member, wanting to run your fingertips over the ridges that flared out under the head.
Jeonghan sucked in harshly and bucked against your hand. Feeling encouraged, you stroked with a firmer grip, thumb catching the bead of sticky precum that spilled out. Your other hand tangled in Jeonghan’s hair and pushed his head into the crook of your neck. His hot breath fanned out over your throat before his mouth got to work kissing and biting, presumably leaving marks. You could feel him getting more and more worked up with each passing moment and you felt smug about having such an affect on him. Then all too soon he was pulling away, a shiver working its way through your whole body as the lack of his left you open to the air.
“Fuck, I need to be in you.” His words came out breathy and desperate, the sound of which had you clenching around nothing. Still, you could feel how big he was in your hand and had at least a little bit of common sense.
“I- I don’t think you’re going to fit,” you said with a nervous chuckle.
Jeonghan laced the fingers of one of his hands with your free one while wrapping his other one around the hand you had on his cock. He guided it to pump up and down a few more times before pulling it away.
“You can hold on here,” he said quietly, placing your hands on his shoulders, “and let me know if I need to stop or slow down or anything like that.”
You nodded. He pressed a light kiss to the tip of your nose before finishing his work to get you into the position he wanted you in. Your knees were hooked over the crooks of his elbows and one hand maintained a firm grip on your waist while the other slid across your stomach to make its way to your core. His thumb circled your clit two or three times before he pushed it through your slick folds to tease your hole.
“Is this alright?” he whispered. You let out a whine and nodded, shifting your hips to try and get him to touch you more.
Then his thumb was inside of you, pushing slowly all the way to the hilt only to rest there for a moment before pulling back out and repeating the process. You moaned, the sound making Jeonghan’s cock twitch where it sat on your stomach. He picked up speed, seeming to know exactly the right moment to flex his thumb in order to press against your g-spot every time he could.
“Jeonghan,” you groaned.
“What is it, my darling?” he asked, his voice sweet. It was almost as if he wasn’t teasing you into oblivion, and by extent teasing himself based on how much precum was leaking onto your stomach.
“I want more of you, please,” you begged.
Jeonghan didn’t answer you, but instead just slipped his thumb out, leaving you empty. You were about to complain when suddenly you were being stuffed with two of his fingers, his thumb that was slick with your arousal finding your clit a second later.
“Is that better?”
You nodded, not trusting yourself to be able to answer in coherent words. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly and you were sure you’d leave little crescent marks from where your fingernails dug into his skin, but he didn’t seem to mind. All the while your orgasm was building more and more, a tight ball in the pit of your abdomen.
When Jeonghan bent forward, you thought it was to kiss you, but instead he angled his head down in order to bite at your breast. He sucked a few dark red hickeys into your flesh before flicking his tongue against your hardened nipple. One of your hands slid up his neck to tangle in his hair, which he took as encouragement to carry on. A third finger entered your cunt, stretching you out and massaging your g-spot while his thumb continued its diligent work against your clit.
All of a sudden it was too much and you came on his hand with a loud cry. He worked you through your orgasm until the shaking in your legs subsided and only then did he pry himself away from his body. His fingers made their way into his mouth in turn so he could lick your juices off of them one by one.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to kill me,” you said.
Jeonghan let out a bright and clear laugh. “Yeah? Death by orgasm?”
“I can’t think of a better way to go.”
Jeonghan leaned down to kiss you, propping his body up on one forearm so as not to completely crush you. With his free hand he pumped his cock a few times, not that he needed any extra stimulation - he was still hard as a rock. Sufficiently satisfied with your lips he then leaned back so he was sitting on his heels once more before shifting your legs to be over his shoulders instead of his arms. The head of his cock teased your hole, barely poking in and out. Even having been stretched by three of his fingers you knew it would be a tight fit. You’d never wanted anything more in your life.
“Are you sure you want this? I don’t want to make you feel like you have to do anything you’ll regret,” Jeonghan asked. As much as you loved how concerned he was for you, at this moment it was just wearing down your already thin patience.
“Right now the only thing I’ll regret is ever letting you into my bed unless you fuck me right now, Jeonghan,” you insisted. Sure, he’d already given you two mind-shattering orgasms and ordinarily that would be more than enough, but you knew that you could not go to bed that night feeling happy with how your day went until you had felt his thick cock in your cunt.
“Well, my sweet, if that’s how you feel then who am I to deny you what you want?”
With a hand on either side of your head to hold himself up, you could see almost every inch of the man - the Devil - before you, except of course the parts of his chest that were covered by your legs. His wings flared out behind him, blocking much of the light in the room, and you could feel his tail wrap itself around one of your thighs. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt, but it put just enough pressure that you were aware of its presence.
He rolled his hips hesitantly, pushing into you. Instinctively you clenched every muscle you could and Jeonghan let out a groan in response.
“Darling, you have to relax. Let yourself get used to my size first,” Jeonghan said through clenched teeth. Trying to hold back was clearly a tremendous effort on his part.
You nodded and took a few deep breaths, willing your body to loosen up. Once Jeonghan deemed you ready, he resumed his efforts. He would slide his cock in an inch or so, then pull back so that only the tip stayed inside, then repeat the process. He made it a little bit further each time and built up a rhythm that your body got used to quickly, even if it took a little bit longer to adjust to how thick and long he was.
Snaking a hand in between your bodies, you pressed a finger to your clit, rubbing it just enough to provide a distraction from the uncomfortable stretch your cunt was dealing with. That helped more than you thought it would as the wetter you got the easier it was for Jeonghan to continue his movements. After several minutes of this Jeonghan suddenly stopped. You opened your eyes to find that he had sheathed himself fully without you noticing. Your hand left your clit and instead traced its way up your abdomen along the swollen bulge where his cock filled you up.
“I know you want me to get on with the fucking, but I just have to check in with you one more time. How are you doing?”
You leaned up as far as you could in order to kiss Jeonghan’s plush lips, barely managing to hold back a moan as the action caused him to shift ever so slightly inside of you.
“I’m being doted upon by the most handsome being I’ve ever laid my eyes on and whose cock is currently filling me to the brim. How could I be doing anything less than amazing?” you teased, all to see that beautiful smile of his again. You kissed him one more time before laying back and telling Jeonghan to continue on.
It hurt at first. Quite a lot, actually. The extra ridges that lined his cock caught at your walls and while you were sure that would feel wonderful in a little while, for the moment it was a bit too much when added onto the sheer size of him. Seeing your discomfort, Jeonghan began to talk to you, whispering sweet nothings and encouraging words in between his breathy moans of pleasure. You couldn’t quite catch most of what he said, but it was comforting to you nonetheless. He shifted his hands so that he was holding yours against the bed.
And then suddenly the pleasure became more than the pain and you found yourself in the throes of passion once more. Jeonghan picked up speed which increased the friction of his cock against your walls. He was no longer pulling all the way out to the tip and then moving all the way back in - that would take far too much time and hip control. At the speed he was thrusting it was easiest to move just a few inches at a time, and the inches he settled with had the hard ridges of his cock pressing hard against your g-spot with every movement.
It was hard to hold back your impending third orgasm of the night, but you managed to do it. You knew that once you gave yourself over to it you would be too sensitive to do anything else, and you wanted Jeonghan to be able to use you for his own pleasure just a little bit longer. He had made you feel incredible already, so it was only fair that you return the favor.
“Sweetheart, I’m not going to last much longer,” Jeonghan gasped. His eyes were closed tight with the effort of holding back, almost as if he were attempting the same thing you were.
“Please, Jeonghan, I want you to cum inside me,” you pleaded.
As if he were waiting for your express permission he did just that. After a few more thrusts he pulled out so that just the tip of his cock remained inside you. You could feel him painting your walls white, the sensation finally loosening you up enough to send you spiraling into your third orgasm. Once he was done, Jeonghan surprised you by pushing his entire length back until he was snug inside you once more. Then he collapsed on top of you, knocking the wind out of your lungs before rolling over so that he was on his back and you were on his chest.
“Why did it take so long for us to do that?” he asked before pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Maybe because you’re an idiot who heard me moaning out his name on several occasions and decided not to make a move,” you countered, though the tone was light and not meant to seriously insult him.
“Darling, you could have invited me to join you at any point.”
“Yes, but I didn’t have the confirmation that you were into me, but you knew the opposite was true.”
“Hmm, I suppose so.”
“Besides, if I’d have asked you outright then I wouldn’t have gotten to see your jealous side which, let’s face it, is very hot.”
Jeonghan’s arms tightened around your body. You looked up to find him staring down at you.
“You’re not planning to invite anyone else into your bed just to see me jealous again, are you?” he asked, eyes narrowed.
You let out a laugh and pressed a few reassuring kisses along his jawline.
“Of course not, Jeonghan. Even in my thoughts I don’t think anyone else would compare to what you could do to me. Now that I know how well you’ll treat me in bed, I won’t hesitate to call for you through the portal before I start touching myself.” Your words put a self-satisfied grin on Jeonghan’s face.
“You know, it’s not just in bed that I’ll treat you well. I’d give you the world if you’d ask it of me,” he whispered.
“Oh yeah? And how exactly would a Devil-human relationship work? Sounds a little complicated to me,” you answered. You didn’t intend to be contrary, in fact you liked the idea of being more than just fuck buddies with Jeonghan very much, but sometimes there was more to consider than just your feelings when making a decision.
“Complicated, sure, but nothing I wouldn’t mind figuring out if it meant being with you,” he admitted.
You snuggled closer to Jeonghan’s chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath you.
“No, I wouldn’t mind that either.”
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Life Waster - CL16 x FemDriver!Reader - Chapter One
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Authors Note: This took me absolutely forever because I spent more time thinking and watching edits of Charles on TikTok than I did doing actual writing. There’s probably a lot of typos and grammar mistakes so just ignore that. Additionally, any feedback is much appreciated!
Warnings: Swearing, slight mention of death, mentions of weed, if I missed any please tell me
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A Grammy and Rock Sound feature was always the goal, but shit happens I guess. Life was great, we were selling out stadiums and on the verge of our first world tour; then he died and everything fell apart. Formula 1 was always Dad’s dream, not mine, but I think a piece of me died along with him, and I threw myself into racing to fill the JJ-sized hole in my heart. All I was left with was a hard drive of the songs we had written over the years and a letter telling me to go kick some ass. I dove headfirst into the depths of uncertainty and somehow still made it out on top.
“Ms. L/N, we’re here.” The driver calls from the front seat, looking at me in skepticism through the rear view mirror.
I mutter in thanks as I open the car door and step out toward the doors of the front office, backpack in tow. The only directions left for me in the email were to head to the front office in the morning and someone would guide me from there. There’s a lady at the desk with black glasses perched atop her nose as she tapped away at her computer. She barely acknowledges me at first, but after a few seconds of standing there, she looks up at me.
”Oh, hello,” She says with a kind smile, “What can I help you with?”
“Uh, I’m Y/N L/N. I was told that someone would meet me at the front office.” I naw the inside of my cheek, slightly terrified at the new environment.
”Oh, yes. We’ve been expecting you,” If possible, her smile grows wider and she picks up the receiver of the phone, beginning to dial a number, “I’ll call down and let Mr. Horner know that you’ve arrived.”
We sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments, before she starts to speak into the phone. “Hi, Christian. Ms. L/N is down at the office.” She pauses while the other person on the phone speaks. “Okay, thank you, buh-bye.”
”April is on her way down to get you and give you a tour,” she says, her French accent much more prominent than it was before. “In the meantime, I’ll get you all set up.”
She digs around below her desk for a moment, before finally popping up and setting a keycard on a red lanyard with the words ‘driver’s pass’ on the desk in front of me. “This is your temporary pass, you’ll get a new one with your picture on it after media and such is done, but for now this is going to get you wherever you need to go on the property.”
“Thank you,” I say with a nod, as a tall girl in a Red Bull Racing jacket walks through the door to the right.
The lady at the desk smiles at the other girl and says, “I’m Susie and I’ll always be here for whatever you need. Trust me, those boys can be a handful.”
I force a smile at her, praying it looks genuine enough because I knew what kind of shit storm I was walking into and still signed the contract anyway, like an idiot.
The tall girl holds out her hand to me and says, “Lovely to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.” She talks fast and barely gives herself a second to breathe before continuing. “I’m April, and I’ll be your personal trainer, assistant, therapist, honestly just whatever you might need while you’re here with the Red Bull teams.”
There’s a hint of humor to her voice so I try to let out a laugh, but it’s hard when I’ve spent the last year or so wallowing in self pity.
“I know this whole experience is much different than F2 and I hate to rush you while you take it in but we do have to get started with the tour so you can meet Mr. Horner before he leaves for his debrief.” April says, grabbing her own pass off her neck, which instead says ‘staff’ and turns toward the door she came through before.
“If I would have known I was meeting important people today I would have worn something nicer than a hoodie.” I grumble to myself.
April must have heard me because she wiggles her finger at me with a smirk on her face and says, “You’re funny, I like you.”
We walk in silence out into the parking lot between the front building and the massive team building. April asks, “Do you have a car over here yet?”
”No, I haven’t really got around to that yet.” I reply, taking in the view of all the sports cars lined up that probably cost more than the house I grew up in each.
“Oh, well when you do, this is driver parking. Most guys tend to keep a car at their homes here rather than taking a cab since it’s a lot of back and forth.” She gestures to all of the cars parked in front of their respective sections. “The guard over at the side gate will buzz you in 24/7 if you just show him your pass.”
“Good to know.” I say as we walk up to the two glass doors with the Red Bull logo painted above.
The opening lounge is small, but still gives a feeling of comfort, rather than sterile like the front office. There are trophies lining the shelves on the walls and two World Champion trophies are held in a glass case front and center.
“Your home base is actually in the Alpha Tauri section next door but the team is meeting here for the sake of simplicity.” April says, throwing a smile at me over her shoulder as she turns left down the hallway.
She stops at a door labeled ‘boardroom’ and winks at me saying, “They aren’t as scary as they seem.”
Well that’s comforting.
April knocks twice and opens the door to reveal to reveal four guys seated around the table; two of which dressed head to toe in Red Bull gear as if they just stepped out of a commercial, one of which in a full suit, and the shortest one dressed as if he had just woken from a nap.
“Mr. Horner, this is Y/N.” April says, gesturing to me as I step into the room behind her. I’ve never met Christian Horner outside of a five minute phone call but I can only assume who he is as the man in the suit stands up and holds out his hand to me.
”Y/N L/N, it's so great to finally meet you in person.” Christian says, shaking my hand. “Unfortunately I do have to get going because the engineers can get quite pissy when things are behind schedule, but I suppose you know all about that from Formula 2, right?”
”Yeah, my team had quite the attitude.” I say, trying to sound funny but somehow sounding like the uptight bitches I used to race with back in F3.
“Anyways,” he says, still keeping up his diplomatic smile. “Boys, this is Y/N L/N, the new driver for Alpha Tauri. I’ll let you all introduce yourselves.”
Christian excuses himself and heads out the door, leaving me with April, who is still somewhat of a stranger, and the three men who I have only ever seen on TV.
The first guy stands up and gives me a smile that could light up even the darkest of rooms, “I’m Daniel Riccardo, I actually drive for Red Bull but we’ll probably still see a lot of each other.” He points at the guy next to him and continues. “Mr. Two Time World Champ over here is Max Verstappen, I assume you know who he drives for.”
Max nods at me and says, “Welcome to the team, Y/N.” His Dutch accent very prominent.
Finally, Daniel turns to the guy at the end of the table, “Last but certainly not least, the little firecracker over there is Yuki Tsunoda.”
Yuki rolls his eyes at the nickname and starts, “Hey, I’ll be driving on Alpha Tauri with you.”
”Firecracker as in his favorite English word is fuck and he sure knows how to use it,” April chimes in, a near permanent smile stuck to her face.
Yuki smiles and laughs quietly as Max says, “I trust April will get you all ready for media day tomorrow.”
”I was really hoping I was done with photoshoots but I guess even a change in career didn’t help with that.” I say, still not fully believing that this wasn’t a dream and I’m actually in Formula 1.
“Well, we better continue with our tour and let the boys get back to whatever work I know they are trying to avoid.” April says, eyeing Daniel with a knowing look as she opens the door to the hall.
“See y’all tomorrow,” I say, looking back at the group of guys staring at me. I then follow April out the door, a chorus of goodbyes yelled behind me.
April leads me back outside and then through the glass doors to the Alpha Tauri section. She finally stops once we reach a door that had already been labeled with my last name.
”This is your drivers room,” She says, opening the door to a plain room with a couch and a small vanity, “Feel free to decorate however you see fit.”
I can already visualize my plans for the room; some scenic pictures to hang on the walls, a few comfy blankets to throw on the couch for naps in between meetings, and maybe a cute rug to cover up the concrete floor.
April gestures to the closet next to the vanity, “Your fireproofs, suit, helmet, and any other gear you may have ordered are in the closet.”
Set on the vanity is a vase of flowers with a card tucked under the vase. I step over and pick up the card, carefully tearing open the envelope, and reading it. Inside are the words, ‘Welcome to The Grid, Y/N’ and it seems to have been signed by every driver on The Grid.
”I think they’re trying to make a good impression on the first female competitor they’ve seen in a long time; you might even be the first for the newer ones.” April says, looking over my shoulder.
“Well it takes a lot more to impress me than flowers, I mean even my freshman prom date bought me flowers.” I say, laughing at their attempt to soften me up.
”Your garage is right down the hall and it's labeled so you’ll be able to find it easily. Sadly, we can’t go in today, but you’ll get to see the car on Wednesday when you meet your engineer and we start the first round of pre-season practices.” April says, leaning up against the closet, “You’ll have to be ready to go for media in the main building with all your gear tomorrow at 1:00 but feel free to get ready here.”
”Well at least I’ll get to sleep off some of this jet lag,” I joke.
”That’s the spirit, take every moment you get to sleep, it’ll help.” April says, rubbing her hands together as she continues, “Now, we go meet the Athletic Trainer for a pee test and your first physical.”
Well I guess that means no more pot for me.
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I flop face first down onto my bed, well if it can really be considered a bed. Right now I’m just sleeping on a mattress on the floor of my apartment. I haven’t had the time or energy to unpack so everything is just sitting around in boxes, and the furniture I did buy, has yet to be built or unboxed.
My physical lasted much longer than I had anticipated; the strength testing and medical assessments taking up much of the rest of the day. The six hour time difference is really beginning to take a toll on me and I am nearly asleep when my phone buzzes next to me.
Dad: Your mom showed up at my doorstep, screaming that you were nowhere to be found. Care to explain?
Fuck that. I’ll deal with him in the morning.
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As I stand before the mirror, dressed in my race suit with my hair loosely curled and my makeup freshly done, I have to take slow, deep breaths to keep my heart from beating out of my chest. All eyes are going to be on me today because the first woman on The Grid in nearly ten years is sure to be a spectacle for the other drivers and staff. I should be used to having people stare at me. Hell, I spent years performing on stage in front of massive crowds. But my ‘fall from grace’ as the Rock world has dubbed it, has caused me to hate the constant stares of others. Formula 1 might not have been the best choice of career, but I need to take back the piece of my childhood that I cherished dearly.
My phone dings from its place on the vanity;
April: We’re nearly ready to start shooting, so get over here as soon as you can :)
If these guys have managed to find anything about who I was years ago, I’m sure their opinions of me are already set in stone, but I still can’t let holding up the order of business lead them to think I’m inconsiderate to everyone else’s schedule.
I speed-walk my way out of the Alpha Tauri building and over to the main building, carrying my helmet just in case I need it for a photo.
When I enter the room where the cameras were being set up, all the drivers were huddled around in little circles. The lively colors of each team’s uniform were intermixed, showing that they all must get along well. If they don’t like me, it seems that I’ll be spending the majority of the next year alone.
With the spectacular luck that life has given me, the door is extremely squeaky, causing everyone to look up at me. Immediately, Max waves me over to the group he was standing with.
Hesitantly, I walk over and the tall blonde guy in the Mercedes uniform eyes me with a smile.
”Well you look scared shitless,” He says, the slightly devious but still kind smirk present on his face.
”Don’t be a dick, George,” The French one next to him says as he elbows George in the stomach, “I’m Pierre. Don’t mind him, he’s always like that.”
”Hey, I’m not that bad,” George throws back, giving Pierre a slight shove. The other guys laugh at their antics, so I force out a little laugh.
I barely get another second to listen to their introductions before a staff member calls out, “L/N, you’re up first! Tsunoda, you’re on deck!” I send an awkward wave to the group as I walk over to where the cameras are set up.
”Alright, we’ll need you to fill out the first day of F1 board.” The staff member says, passing a chalkboard to me.
I begin to fill it out.
Name: Well that’s easy.
Season: #1
I Am From: Miami, FL
My Fave Food Is: Mac & Cheese
My Hype Song Is:…
I’m tempted to put one of my songs here, but I think I’ll make them work harder to discover that piece of me.
My Hype Song Is: Gimme Gimme Gimme - Abba
This Year I Will: Kick ass.
I stand in front of the camera as the photographer snaps a few photos of me with the board. Again, everyone in the room is staring at me.
”Hey Logan, we found you a Floridian!” George calls out in the direction of the blonde in the Williams Racing suit.
Tall blonde- who must be Logan- gives me a bright smile and calls out, “we gotta represent, girly!”
I actually let out a laugh at this as a staff member takes the board from me and sets me up for the headshots. Not knowing what the usual protocol for Formula 1 headshots is, I give the camera a light smile.
I can feel someone staring at me intently, as if they look hard enough they could see the deepest parts of my soul. When I look over to the area behind the camera where all the drivers are standing around, I immediately see Mr. Laser Eyes.
He’s partly concealed by the shadows but his dark eyes still bare into my soul. His hair is a dark and curly mess, like he’s just gotten out of bed; but damn does he make bedhead look good. He’s dressed in an almost too tight Ferrari suit. He towers over Tsunoda, but that isn’t too hard to achieve.
We hold eye contact for a few seconds; it's almost magnetic, before he shifts his eyes back to the conversation he was having with Pierre and George.
“Okay, that’s all we needed,” The photographer says, motioning me off the stool as he calls for Tsunoda.
I walk back over to Pierre, George, and the Ferrari driver who had been staring at me. Immediately, he looks me up and down with a smirk before saying, “Good choice of music, rookie.”
My face heats up, and I’m sure I look like a walking tomato. “Yeah, Momma Mia is my favorite musical.” I say quietly.
George and Pierre start snickering to themselves quietly as the Ferrari driver says, “I’m Charles Leclerc.”
Even his accent is fucking sexy.
“Y/N L/N.” I reply.
”Don’t worry, everyone knows your name already.” Charles says with a little laugh. This puts a look of fear and shock on my face.
”In two weeks time, everyone in the world is going to know your name.” George says, throwing his arm over my shoulder.
”Yeah that makes me feel a lot better, thanks Princess.” I spit back sarcastically, using the well-known nickname the media has given George in recent years. Pierre cackles hysterically, so much so that he struggles to catch his breath.
After a bit of throwing sarcastic insults back-and-forth with George, and him taking his turn for headshots, individual pictures are complete.
“Wait, we have to get a group picture of this years’ rookies!” Max calls, a devious smile on his face as he looks in my direction. I roll my eyes as I walk over in front of the camera and am joined by Logan and the blonde McLaren driver.
“I’m Oscar,” the McLaren driver says and he and Logan stand on either side of me. We put our arms around each other's shoulders “to show unity” as the photographer told us. The three of us gave bright smiles to the camera, trying to show that Formula 1 isn’t as scary as it seems when in reality, all of us are terrified to step out onto that track for the first time.
“Alright, lets get all of the drivers out here now.” The photographer says after snapping. Few photos of Logan, Oscar, and I. Immediately, the staff get to work on moving a bunch of prop boxes out into the studio as all the drivers flood the area. I’m directed by the photographer to sit on the tallest box, which I do have to get a running start to jump up on, and lean back on my hands with my legs crossed.
After a few moments of getting everyone else into position, the photographer finally gives us the signal to get our game faces on. Noticing that no one else is smiling at the camera, I tilt my head back a bit and glare at the camera. Although I am the highest up and the farthest back, I’m sure you will still be able to pick up my noticeable annoyance by looking at me in the photo.
“Everyone is free to go!” A lady, who I’m assuming is the head of media, yelled into the crowd of drivers. As everyone disperses, I’m speed walking to the door as to get out of there as quickly as possible, when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I whip around to see George, Pierre, Oscar, Logan, and a few other drivers I haven’t formally met yet.
George looks at me with puppy eyes as he says, “We’re going out to get drinks, do you want to come with?”
They’re all staring at me intently, waiting for my reply.
”I can’t. I actually haven’t even unpacked my stuff yet and the furniture for my apartment hasn’t been built yet so I better get on that.” I say, avoiding eye contact so I don’t have to see the disappointed looks on their faces.
”What if we help you unpack?” The British, curly-haired boy asks, before saying with a wink. “Lando Norris, at your service. Do you have booze?”
I freeze up, not expecting them to want to change their plans to hang out with me so soon after meeting them. “I mean I guess, but my fridge is completely empty, so no booze.”
”Eh, we’ll just make Max pick some up on his way,” Lando says, waving it off while George yells, “Fuck yeah, party time!” Leading the entire room to burst into laugher.
Well, this is either going to end in losing my security deposit or getting so drunk that I won’t remember what embarrassing shit I’m sure to do by tomorrow morning.
#Life Waster#Lynnie’s word vomit#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc#formula one#formula 1#yuki tsunoda#pierre gasly#george russell#lando norris#original character#oscar piastri#logan sargeant
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Hello all to episode 29 (The City On The Edge Of Forever) I’m not making it out the other side of this…
Tallyho! :
- my entire body is tense what is happening
- Whew bones is here
- “I’d better risk a few drops of cordrazene.” “It’s tricky stuff, you sure you want to risk-” Bones immediately gives it to Sulu
- OH FUCK! He stabbed himself! Add this moment to the “his blue eyes are terrifying” collection
- Bones knows how to take out anyone on the ship. He could be a menace if he wants to
- side note: Spock could voice a documentary
- he’s gonna pop out from behind the rock- fuck that doesn’t get less funny even if I anticipate it
- Okay at least McCoy knows how to hide (he isn’t just in plain sight)
- Spock’s jaw DROPPED when he saw the guardian
- HE FUCKING NERVE PINCHED HIM
- McCoy jumped through oh my god. The idiot boyfriends have to go to save their unwell boyfriend
- Are they going to back to the Great Depression? I don’t think Spock’s ears are the most suspicious thing about them, I mean look at those shirts
- Spock almost gets hit by a car, “fascinating.”
- Kirk is thieving and Spock is so done with being here
- oh my omg outfits
- Kirk challenging Spock “sometimes I expect too much of you” he’s so offended by that. Kirk apologize.
- oh no they’ve been caught again. I’d be so much more scared of strange men in my basement… okay it makes a bit more sense now
- Jim was so done in a matter of seconds “shut up. Shut up”
- DO NOT ROMANCE SOMEONE FROM THE PAST KIRK I SWEAR TO GOD
- “We have a flop.” “A what, captain?” They get their own apartment together
- I can’t with these outfits
- “Where would you estimate we belong, Mrs Keeler?” “You— At his side, as if you’ve always been there and always will. And you— you belong… in another place. I don’t know where or how. I’ll figure it out eventually.” “I’ll finish with the furnace.” “Captain. Even when he [Spock] doesn’t say it, he does.” this is such a normal conversation… no no it’s normal. I’m feeling quite normal right now. I don’t like her vibes though, they’re off
- “Social Worker Killed” Haha what.
- MCCOY IS IN THE HOUSE (wait note to self. McCoy: Party rockers in the house- Spock: Party rock is in the house. Kiss.)
- I like that McCoy is able to deduce what’s kind of happening. Oops he’s crying over past medical practices now. Let him rest he’s eepy
- NO SPOCK WAS RIGHT THERE NO
- WAIT THEYRE SAYING MCCOY SAVING EDITHS LIFE MADE IT SO THE NAZIS WON????
- “I’m a surgeon, not a psychiatrist.” WOAHHH. MOMENT.
- McCoy at Edith: You don’t believe in aliens huh? Well, we don’t believe in you.
- Bones’s back to his old charming self
- “MCCOY?? Leonard McCoy? SPOCK!” The panic from Kirk upon discovering McCoy is near
- THEIR HUG! OMG THEYRE SO HAPPY OH MY GOD
- Jim being the one to hold back McCoy :((( at least they get to hug again
I’m screaming I’m crying I am physically sick. I need a reboot or something where the three of them are canonically actually in a relationship or so god help me
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#I didn’t know I wrote that sentence until I reread it for editing#star trek#star trek tos#star trek the original series#tos kirk#captain james kirk#tos spock#s'chn t'gai spock#spock#tos mccoy#tos bones#leonard bones mccoy#the city on the edge of forever
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Do you have any theory's on the TV adware?
i mean this might get long xD
So when watching through the TV adware the first time i felt like he works kinda like a Genie. So starting with "SMG4 are you ok?" SMG4 wanted to have that collab video with Mr yest so he helps SMG3 with his streaming stuff in hopes to get the collab he wanted
being reject he starts to spiral thinking that making more content will make him more with it. Slowly becoming a content farm with all the toads he had slaving away making content, in which SMG3 sense something is off
as we know he gets SMG4 canceled only to help pick him up to learn that quality is more important.
Which starts him on his journey to make the perfect video over time he gets frustrated and angry that no matter how hard he tries the video isn't coming out perfect to him, im wonder if at the moment SMG4 wished he had help or something to inspire the perfect video thats when the adware first showed up!
When i first thought about who the TV adware is i wondered if he gets attracted to people with strong desire/wish since he knew exactly what to say to four
from what i have read and seen on genies when a wish is granted you have to pay a price or it doesn't go exactly how the person wants it to go due to wording.
The keyboard sure does something with four as he types away making the video as he mumbles its gotta be perfect, the downside is that he isnt himself lost in his thoughts of making the perfect video not caring about anything else.
As the movie goes on we get to see SMG4 inner thoughts which im guessing is whats playing on loop in his head, which is what makes doing the perfect video harder on him. Could be something the keyboard is doing to keep control over four not expecting that there is someone close to him that knows the feelings that he is experiencing.
Attempting to escape SMG4 gets pulled back, he made a deal he did the wish and he cant leave till it has been completed
skipping ahead since we know how this ends we are in "SMG4: Our new home" SMG4 is out shopping for a new place for him to live since he was just chilling in peach's place the whole time and now that castle is gone.
Boopkins who is currently working as a sales agent helps SMG4 look around for a new place, but nothing is sticking. Which i again think he more then likely wished he could find a place that was around his price range and he can call home
boom suddenly this pops up
boopkins never seen the listing before even though it says its been on the market for 2 days, the conflict being that the teletubbie team came in ready to take the land he just got (im sure now that the crew live on the land the adware can keep a better eye on them for entertainment)
in which funny enough yet again SMG3 saves the day by hitting the teletubbie with the van. ( I swear SMG3 is always saving fours butt)
Now we go to "Western Spaghetti" where the crew gets trap in a simulation by one shot wren, Meggy idol from her childhood.
Wren being the splatfest champion, he was popular had all the money and friends due to being the champion but then he lost a splatfest. He ended up losing everything he had the big fancy house the people he hanged out with he ended up homeless and alone.
there im sure he wished to be a champion again to be on top and thats when he got the letter and was gifted the digital world where he could put himself in a never ending splatfest. But being the champion without a rival is boring which im sure is the part two of his wish getting Meggy to him since im sure with his obsession with splatfest he never missed watching it and he saw her win the last one.
only to be stopped by Tari who is always connected to the digital world and figured out what was going on, even though it took her a while she got everything set to help the crew escape the digital hell they were in.
from the way Wren looks im sure the downside to his wish is the decline of his own health he looks pretty bad and his obsession with being on top and seeing that he was losing his champion position again made him snap pushing the machine to bring the digital world to the real one. Cause everything to crash and burn on him
Now we enter WOTFI 2023 where we learn that the adware was behind this mess to.
im guessing the pizza stand isnt as popular anymore which means Marty isnt making money, since the only reason he is here is because Mario didnt want to run the stand. The pizza stand being his main reason to live (im guessing) maybe he wished he had something new and spicy that could bring people in which is when the fax came in.
But at the same time given the ending to WOTFI 2023 it seems the adware is aware of us the viewers and since we picked what SMG 3 and 4 would do i wonder if he was also granting our wish to be more involved with smg4 videos.
The downside to our wishes could be the ending we get since it was a battle with SMG3 and 4 against Marty and Mario.
that's my theory on the TV Adware but i might be way off haha but it was fun writing this down hope those that read this enjoyed my rambles :D
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