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igotanidea · 1 year

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Heal the past: Dick Grayson x f!reader

Summary: Y/n and Dick has no secrets from each other. She is his pillar, strong and reliable and always there for the all the batboys. So, why does her health keep getting worse and what could she possibly keep in the dark?

Warnings: mentions of abuse, past trauma and therapy sessions, apart from that it's fluff/comfort

A/N: another story based loosely on a work case. I hate domestic violence incidents and hereby I dedicate this ff to everyone who has ever experienced one or currenly is - seek help, you can free yourself from that pain and fear. The first step is always the hardest.

„Y/N?”

„Hi there” she slowly turned her gaze towards the door where Dick was standing, eyeing her carefully. She tried her best to cover up for how she was feeling, but she was painfully aware he noticed everything. Her slightly red and puffy eyes, her reddened cheeks, the way she was holding her knees against her chest, rocking back and forth, mere seconds before his entering. He knew she wasn’t all good, there was no point in neither asking nor denying. If anyone was looking for a perfect example of a mess sure as hell she was one.

“How… how was it today?” He dared to take a step in, testing girls’ reaction and since she did not ask him to leave he came even closer, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her.

“Hard.” she managed to say. “But what’s new.” Another attempt at cover-up by using a sad smile.

“Is it a good or a bad sign?” it was so touching how truly concerned he was.

“I … I don’t really know. It’s just a lot to process, you know. The years of trauma and hiding your own feelings and emotions?”

“Believe me, I know well enough” he sighed deeply and she mentally slapped herself. He’s been through a lot as well.

“And yet, between you and me I am the one who was forced to start therapy sessions.”

“You weren’t forced……” he trailed, but she cut him off

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I was offered the chance to work through my past and convinced to accept.”

“Y/n……” he reached for her hand but she retrieved it from his grip, making his face drop a bit.

***

Half a year ago something bad started happening to her. Nightmares, constant fear. She had those symptoms before, but never so strong. It was not because of the fact that she became a part of bat family, taking care of teenage vigilantes and dating one of them. Nope. Surprisingly she was taking that pretty well, all things considered. This was the normal amount of stress. The problem was elsewhere and even though everyone was worried about her, she was just shrugging it off casually pretending she was doing fine. Nonetheless, it took an enormous amount of energy to suppress the shaking hands, calm the breath and not scream out loud when panic attacks creeps in for unknown reason. And then, because of all of this sucking up she started having headaches and later on, migraines, up to point where light was always too bright, and the sounds were always too loud. But she tried her best to survive, act strong and just live on, even if everyone knew something was terribly off. Their premonitions soon turned reality when she fainted in the kitchen. She didn’t even get a chance to wrap her mind around what was happening when out of the blue she got dizzy, the whole world was spinning and she felt as if someone hit her in the back of the head with something extremely heavy.

“Jason…..” she gasped since he was the one closest to her, his eyes immediately focusing on the girl and his expression changing from his natural wry to concern and a bit of fear

“Y/N? What is happening?”

“I’m not…….. I’m not feeling well….” she grabbed the kitchen counter stabilizing herself but it was for nothing “I think…. I’m gonna throw up…”

“Jeez, Y/N, in some other circumstances I would ask you if you are pregnant, but …. hey, come on, don’t plotz on me” thank god, he was quick enough to catch her before she hit the ground yelling for Dick to come quickly.

Grayson wasn’t usually the one to react to Jason commands and it was no different this time. It took three attempts to finally get him to move his butt, and he only did so, because his younger brother pointed out it was about Y/N. Just the mention of her name made Dick sprung out of the couch and rush to the kitchen. Oh, he did not expect to find his love unconscious in Jason’s arms and a lot of feelings flooded him. Confusion of what just happened, terror of whether she was alright and anger, ironically jealousy since Jason was the one to hold her and the unreasonable amount of guilt since because she was his girlfriend it was his duty to care about her and protect her. But all that could wait. She was the priority now. What was important, was checking her medical condition and finding out what caused her fainting. Dick was quick to take her from Jason and scoffing and frowning at his brother carried her to the bed, calling Alfred on the way.

While she was being checked up and still out cold, Dick refused to leave her side for a second, holding her hand in his, caressing her palm and praying silently that everything would turn up fine. He wouldn’t survive if it turned out that she was sick and dying for example. He should have taken better care of her, he shouldn’t have exposed her to so much stress, he should have told her to go see the doctor the second he noticed her health deteriorating. He should have…

“Master Dick?” Luckily, Alfred knew when to step in to stop the boy’s from beating himself up and his mind from spiraling

“Yes, Alfred?”

“She’s going to be all right. There’s no sign of anything suspicious about her organism. Maybe just a little increased blood pressure, but it will pass.”

“Thank God” Dick let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding “Thank you, Alfred.”

“It’s nothing .And … Dick?”

“Hm?” this time the boy did not even bother to look at the older man, his gaze fixed on the girl’s face, gently caressing her cheek, putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

“She’s gonna need some rest. And…. And I think she should see a specialist.”

“A specialist?” now he turned towards the butler “what do you mean?”

“Don’t you see? You know, master Dick for someone so well trained in observation as vigilante, you can be absolutely oblivious in real life. Y/N suffers from anxiety disorder. And maybe, maybe she’s a bit depressed, but I’m not qualified enough to determine that. “

“She’s what?” Dick opened his eyes wide in shock “Why? Why did she never tell me?”

“You will have to ask her about that yourself. I’ll leave you two alone.”

“When will she wake up?” Dick’s voice broke a little and Alfred knew how much strength it took for the boy to hold himself together upon hearing the revelations.

“Can’t really tell, but I suggest you to be patient.”

“Right…. Thank you, Alfred. Will you…. will you stay with her when I go patrolling tonight?”

“Are you crazy?” Jason came inside the room almost yelling at his older brother but quickly calming down when he noticed Y/N pale figure on the bed “You’re not going anywhere. Demon, replacement and me can take of things. She needs you more. Besides, I don’t think you;ll be able to focus on anything and as much I would love to see you beaten up for once, she would kill me if I ever let anything like that happen. Can’t risk her wrath.”

“Her wrath, huh?” Dick smirked

“Yeah. Of course. But… she’s gonna be all right, right? She just looks so weak….”

“We’ll make sure of that.”

“Why did no one tell me y/n lost consciousness?!”

“Father, calm down.”

“How can I calm down Damian? She’s……”

“She needs quiet. I suggest both of you stop yelling!”

“Who’s yelling now, Tim?!”

“Oh, shit….” Dick facepalmed

“I’ll get them out of here.” Jason stated simply

“Yeah, well, good luck with that.”

However, Jason did manage to drag Bruce, Tim and Damian out of the bedroom and forced them to focus on patrol, while Dick just stayed with Y/N. At first he was sitting beside her bed, but after fifteen minutes started getting nervous, pacing around. Why wasn’t she waking up? Alfred said she was fine, but … shit! He ruffled his hair in desperation. It was going to be a long night.

***

He gave up after three hours. He was exhausted from his own thoughts and walking back and forth like no night patrol has ever made him. Defeated by his own body and tiredness he finally laid down next to Y/N, gently sneaking his arms around her pulling her in from behind, nuzzling his face into her neck, hoping she would somehow feel his presence and the love he felt for her. Apart from a single sharp breath when he touched her and a bit of a shift in a position she did nothing more, especially did not wake up. So he just laid there, eyes shot, brows furrowed.

“Please, don’t leave me…..” he whispered against her soft skin.

***

She woke up two hours later, at 2 a.m., but not in the way he was expecting. She sprung out, crying and panting, definitely reliving some crazy nightmare. Her whole body was shaking, petrifaction in her eyes breaking his heart.

“No….” she panted, tears falling down “no, no, no, no, please……” apparently she wasn’t fully awake yet.

“Y/N” he said quietly, not wanting to scare her “It’s ok. It was just a nightmare. You’re safe. I’m here.”

“Di… dick?”

“I’m here, baby” he held her close to his chest, engulfing her in his warm embrace “No one is going to hurt you, I swear.”

“I….”

“Sh. You don’t need to say anything.“ he pulled her in even closer, not sure if he was trying to comfort her of himself. Maybe both. “Unless you want to. Do you want to?”

“No.” she shook her head

“All right then. We can just stay like this.”

“Dick?”

“Hm?” he hummed, stroking her hair and laying back down with her on top of him

“Can you just hold me like this for a while? I … I really need this.”

“Y/N. We’ve been together for like a year now and you still feel the need to ask me about it?”

“You know…. it comes from my past and……”

“Hey, it’s ok. You don’t need to explain. I will hold you for however long you need. And as long as you will allow me to.”

*** Dick knew she needed space, he did. But the nightmare that happened that one night repeated three more times in a row and he had to confront her about it. How could he let her suffer alone like this?

“Y/n, enough is enough.” He stormed into her room, not caring about the closed door

“What are you talking about?” she raised an eyebrow at him

“You need to tell me what is going on with you.”

“Nothing is…..”

“Stop it” he spat and she flinched at the tone. “Sorry, I did not mean it to come out like this” he rubbed his forehead “but I need to know what’s troubling you. I need to know what I can do to make it better…..”

“Dickie….”

“Please…” he whispered placing himself next to her, grabbing her chin softly making her look at him, knowing well enough she would try to avoid his gaze.

“How can I…..?” she gulped “how can I even begin to explain this…..?”

“Baby, it’s me. I love you. You don’t need to hide.”

“But….”

“Listen to me, nothing, nothing you did can make me change my mind about you.”

“But…..”

“I’m here for you.” he whispered kissing her forehead and this simple gesture broke her as she started sobbing, trying extremely hard to muffle it by covering her mouth with the hand. “What’s the nightmare about?”

“It’s… it’s about my father… Shit, it’s so stupid….. I should be over it, it has been so many years since…..”

“Did he do something to you?” Dick’s voice turned a bit more vigilante- like, his eyes glistening with first indications of rage

“He…. He was on short fuse… and…. Many, many times when I said or did something he did not like …..

“Y/N. You need to tell me exactly what did he do to you.”

“He used to beat me up…..” her voice was now barely a whisper “never enough to leave any bruises or cuts though. At least, not physically” she let out a hysterical laugh while still crying

“I’m gonna find him and kill him” Dick hissed, now turning into vigilante, but quickly getting back on earth. It was not right, whatever fury was running inside his veins. He could not comprehend how anyone, let alone man, fuck!, a father could use any aggression on his beloved girl. No wonder she was upset of late

“Dick, please, I’m sorry. I never should have told you. It was so long ago, I really have no idea why this started taking its toll on me now. Maybe it’s because I fell for you and … and I don’t really have good experience with men………. I’m sorry…”

“Why are you sorry? My babygirl. I love you so fucking much, you know it, right?” he pulled her into a hug, kissing her head repeatedly. I would never, never hurt you.” she was shaking hard in his embrace “God. Why did you never tell me this?” she muttered something incoherently, but he did not care about her reasons to keep it secret. “Did he beat your mum too?”

“I… I can’t remember. But to tell the truth, my mum was even worse at times…. She…..” Y/N started hyperventilating “she was more of a vocal aggressor….I… I….”

“Ok, that’s enough. Focus on me, ok? The past is in the past. You are mine to protect and care about and love . Whatever sad story you had, not every man is like your dad. I’m not.”

“I know” she sobbed desperately again “but it just hurts so deep. I never knew….”

“Sh.sh. Don’t worry. We’ll get you help. I promise. I’m not leaving you alone with this.”

And that was how she ended up in weekly meetings with psychologist. At first she was doing everything to avoid the uncomfortable, painful parts of her life. The doctor however was not easily manipulated and after first three meeting she was like a zombie, processing all the emotions extruded for years. Letting someone see them, riffle through them and make her fell apart was a lot. And deep inside she was worried if she could pick up all the pieces and figure out who she was under the surface. But slowly, slowly, she was healing and it was as much because of Dick’s and whole Batfamily support as of her own efforts.

*** Sometimes, there were bad days, obviously, sessions that made her feel broken, vulnerable and helpless. And this was definitely the case today. That was why she isolated herself in her room, putting all the information together in her head. And that was why Dick was a bit hesitant to check on her, but decided to give in and talk to her, hoping she won’t cut him out, but when she yanked her hand he wasn’t sure if it was good idea anymore.

“I’m sorry, Dick. I didn’t mean to give you the air” she looked him into the eyes, cupping his cheek “It’s just an old habit. I know you care about me. I’m… I’m still learning how to be more… open with what I feel. And how to get past my… well, past” she chuckled lightly and it was the best view he could ever see.

“Trust me, I’m learning with you. “ he leaned into her touch “And I need you to know that I’m proud of you.”

“Proud?”

“For putting yourself out there. I know it’s hard.”

“Whatever you say, Mr Nightwing.” She punched his chest

“Is this how you wanna play now, Miss Y/N?” he grabbed her wrist and kissed each of her knuckles, simplicity and tenderness of this gesture making her melt.

“Can you hold me?” she burst out “I need to know you are real and not just a friction of my imagination”

“Come here” he opened his arms and she dived in without any inhibitions. “Real enough for you?”

“I love you, you fool.” She mumbled and he laughed wholeheartedly. She was really healing.

“I love you too Y/N. More and more every day. ”

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janiedean · 4 years

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I feel that the sudden explosion of discourse is (partly) j*hn boyega's fault. Did he really needed to go on a rampage against sw fans? Really??? And not against the racism in the fandom (which would have been completely fair) but a /ship/???

… honestly, I kept my mouth shut about this until now bc I was out and I didn’t wanna get into discourse, but… as someone who does like the guy I’m incredibly disappointed in his behavior and in how people are reacting to it. like. first of all the entire drama could have been solved by him saying ‘I was joking but I understand why you think it’s crass sorry about it’ and leaving it there and instead he kept on… harping on fans specifically and not as a general declaration, then he went and diverted the attention going after the r/eylo crowd which whether he likes it or not has actually supported him and his attitude has opened the floodgates and like… it’s been three days, I’ve seen people wishing a minor who also brought KMT her fanbook to kill herself and tweet to her father that they hope he finds her corpse in the bathroom (???) and various other amenities and like… that’s not okay. period. he should say something already to at least distance himself from this bullshit and I’m very disappointed he’s not doing that, because whatever the fuck he was thinking, justifying going after any fans is wrong and opening the floodgates for the antis to do that because hey he did it so who cares let’s be even worse people is……. just…… yikes. very much yikes.

on top of that…. I can’t with people comparing what oscar said to what he did because oscar went off at disney during press releases and voiced his dissatisfaction with his arc and the story decisions (CONSIDERING THAT THEY MADE POE A FORMER SPACE DRUG RUNNER HE SHOULD DAMN WELL BE PISSED OFF) but he hasn’t once went off at the fans or dismissed part of the fanbase or attack specific people, while john basically… went off at single fans who were saying perfectly worded/polite criticism which means they’re put on target too, never mind again opening the floodgates re bullying a part of the fandom that has been bullied since 2015 guys let’s be fucking real, never mind that 90% of the criticism he got was from fanboys who couldn’t handle having a black lead, not from freaking rey/kylo shippers. and that’s another thing.

but the rest… I mean. people are cheering for that? going like ‘oh wow he’s such a king baby go ahead end them’?? guys that’s not being a king, he’s not even going after actual racist idiots, that’s being wildly unprofessional and making sure to piss people off. like. as much as people like it or not, re/ylo shippers paid money to see his movies and a lot of them actually like his character/support his work. the moment you sign on to sw who has one of the most toxic fandoms in existence - I mean not touching the luke vs han shit in the eighties, people basically bullied that poor kid who played anakin in episode one to the point that he quit acting and he ended up in a psychiatric facility and surely the fan reaction to that movie didn’t help not ruining his life completely and that’s not even the beginning - you know you’re in for being roasted by a bunch of assholes. and like… sorry but you sign on for that, you actually handle it pretty nicely for four years which I 100% commended him for and now he goes off on a part of fandom that wasn’t behind most of his harassing like this and I have to buy that hey bullying fans is fine? like I had to read ‘john started the year bullying assholes in this fandom how great I hope he keeps on doing it’? do we all realize what the fuck does this mean? like ffs people tore martin freeman to shreds for having been vocally angry about john/lock fans sending death threats to his wife and kids and he hadn’t exactly put the single people on spot nor made the names (and tbh he was 100% right, at that point you have all the rights to be crass) but now this behavior is okay because… it’s people shipping something you don’t like…?

sorry but a fucking fictional ship is no basis to bully anyone. idc what fucking fictional ship is it because the nature of r/eylo is not the point nor its canon status. and people cheering like this on someone for behaving unprofessionally af is… really… concerning me. because he basically went off on fans. singularly. who had… like…. done nothing specific to him because those people criticized his not exactly stellar joke on instagram, they didn’t go off on him out of nothing.

like. sorry but if you’re a public figure you should be able to handle this shit better than that. and the fact that he made… those… really bad taste comments about KMT deleting herself from social media (AND IT WAS BOTH FANBOYS AND ANTIS MAKING HER DO IT not r/eylos let’s get that straight) while KMT got the shaft in tros more than he did and got the shaft by disney as much as him if not worse is really not looking well. the fact that KMT has been dealing with this entire mess way more graciously and professionally than he’s doing also says a lot about what’s happening.

tldr: yes I agree and if he wanted to complain about racist assholes (which is 100% his right to) he had a thousand better and more professional ways to do it than this. he’s a public figure in one of the biggest franchises in existence known for its toxic fandom. this behavior is 100% not okay. and like he could have gone off on any faction in this fandom I’d stick with my opinion, it’s not just bc I like r/eylo. creators/actors should never advocate for this behavior ever and if they have issues with some fans they should just have the studio backing them up for suing which is a thing I 100% would endorse, but they shouldn’t… do this. like… sorry, but he fucked up. I like his acting, I like(d) him until three days ago, I love his character, but this was fucked up and he needs to own up to it because if we actually normalize this behavior from media creators and actors we’re fucked. like, 100% fucked. it’s nowhere near acceptable to insult like that people who don’t have your influence, who aren’t famous and who didn’t do shit to you except criticizing you for a thing that wasn’t exactly the most refined joke in existence.

(that said, if he hadn’t said it specifically re that character or if he said it with his friends messing around I wouldn’t gaf, but the way he did it was just… bad pr. very bad pr.)

ADDENDUM: as stated, i don’t agree with actors taking fans’ abuse on social media - they should absolutely feel free to block someone or press charges if it becomes bad and as stated the studio SHOULD back them up (I mean… if I had been the voltron actors/writers I’d have sued 80% of that fandom long before S5) but they shouldn’t downright go and do… this. it’s unprofessional. and if you’re a public figure you should like….. have some damned responsibility for your actions. he’s an actor in a multi-million dollars franchise, those people are no one or sure as hell they don’t have his influence or fame. it’s just nowhere near okay to do that and I’m dying on this hill. peace.

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seriouslyhooked · 5 years

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Lost Souls and Reveries (Part 13)

22 part AU written for @cssns. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6,Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12. Story available on AO3 Here and FF Here. Banner created by the amazingly talented @shipsxahoy!!

Killian Jones is a wolf shifter without roots, without plans, and without a pack. He’s a rogue, someone humans should avoid and shifters should be wary of given his lineage. But one night years back set him on a path he didn’t realize he was taking, a path leading to a future he is destined for. That future is tied up in one woman – a human named Emma Nolan. Together Emma and Killian will find not only answers, but a love that’s truly fated. But will love be enough to set them free, or will past demons win out in the end? (Answer: love always wins – I am writing this so despite some tiny pockets of angst it’s basically a fluff-filled insta-love fest). Rated M.

A/N: Hey everyone! So after a long time away this chapter comes bringing some interesting new elements to the mix. I know that we have the Liam confrontation still to come, but there was another important thing that needed to happen too: Elsa and Anna needed to find out about magic. This chapter is bringing us to that moment, as well as throwing in some other elements as well. A lot of this you guys might have guessed at some of this, but I’m hoping you enjoy the layers and elements I’ve had tucked away in my mind since starting this story. As always thanks so much for reading and I am really looking forward to seeing what you all think!

Life as Emma knew it was totally and completely different than it had been just weeks ago.

Before this summer started, and before she’d found the gift of a mate and learned some big secrets about how the world really worked, she’d lived a normal life. There had been some instances of strangeness, and certainly there had been struggles strewn into her story here in Storybrooke Maine, but on the whole she’d been just a regular girl who met each and every day with a certain set of definitive facts. She didn’t even ever think about them, they were just supposed to be given parts of life, and one of those fundamental truths was that magic wasn’t real. It was a figment of fiction, a childish dream, a beautiful, hopeful imagined force, but it wasn’t supposed to actually exist.

Yet now she knew better. Emma had witnessed first hand some of the varied ways magic manifested itself. She’d seen shifters and encountered Ruby’s visions. This morning she’d even witnessed a bit of spell casting by Killian’s cousin as well, but Emma had been told by Ruby that it was nothing compared to what she’d see in the future. This was ‘mild magic’ but the magic brought about by Emma’s oldest and dearest friend was supposedly far more miraculous. That was amazing to imagine, but at the same time it didn’t make things any less uneasy. She was currently walking up the road to Elsa’s house preparing to tell her she was a witch and that was crazy. There was nothing about that that was normal or expected, and as such Emma was just a tiny bit concerned.

“You’re going to do the talking, right?” Emma asked, checking with Ruby for the fifth time this morning about what was going to happen when they got to Anna and Elsa’s home.

This reveal had been on Emma’s mind in some capacity since Ruby and Granny showed up in Storybrooke, but now they were on the precipice of the confrontation and Emma was more than a little nervous. This was a huge secret and also a very intimate one. It would explain so much about Elsa and about Anna and their family, and Emma imagined it would be a real awakening for her friend, but at first Elsa might resist. All these years people had been teasing Elsa about her dreams or lovingly pushing the thought that maybe she truly had a gift. Emma and Anna had always known Elsa was special, but now there was more information and more possibility. If Ruby’s assessment of Elsa’s gifts was right, there was a whole new world that was about to open up to Emma’s best friend, and Emma knew that while Elsa would eventually be grateful, she might very well be hesitant at first.

Understandably Elsa was not a great proponent of change. Losing their parents so young had impacted both Elsa and Anna in incalculable ways. For Anna it had made her want to live each moment to a fuller extent. She never let a day pass where she didn’t tell people what they meant to her. She ended every friendly hang out session with an ‘I love you,’ and a huge hug at the very least. Anna was continuously grateful and energized, but she also took risks. She always said that life was all in the way you lived it. She never wanted to be afraid, and so sometimes she took things to extremes.

Elsa was almost a polar opposite, and Emma knew it wasn’t merely because she was a more introverted person. So much of that tendency towards caution had come from being the eldest sister. She’d taken on the role as caregiver and as pseudo-parent, and though Emma’s family and the whole town had come together to help the girls when their parents passed away, Elsa never shied away from her responsibilities. She became Mom and Dad and sister, guide and best friend, teacher and peer. As a result, Elsa would do anything for Anna, but in the rest of her life she was guarded. She never expended too much unnecessary energy and never gave too much away. She sided with safety and certainty, and this big reveal would hardly feel like a sure thing.

“I’m doing the talking,” Ruby promised, her hand coming to Emma’s arm in a sign of comfort. “Well, at least until you get comfortable. And you will, Emma. I promise. It’s gonna be great. I can’t see everything, as you know, but I can sense how things will end and it’s going to be more than okay.”

“I’d trust my cousin on this, love,” Killian said from Emma’s other side, squeezing her hand in a reassuring sign of connection as he did. “Ruby is never wrong about these things. If she’s confident enough to voice a vision, it will come to pass.”

“Damn right it will,” Ruby said with pride, and Emma was happy for this tiny fleeting moment.

Killian’s family might have come because of a bad situation on the horizon (and according to Ruby’s estimates they were still some time away from any kind of confrontation) but they’d done their best to live and be themselves since then. Killian’s deciding to stand his ground and confront Liam for better or worse here in Storybrooke seemed to embolden Ruby and Granny. With a plan somewhat established, they eased into things and had even started to show some signs of hope. Ruby’s visions were still unsure in regards to Liam, but her instincts weren’t as harried and afraid as they had been before, and Emma was more than glad for that.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to second-guess your abilities,” Emma said, not wanting Ruby to feel that she didn’t respect all that her new friend was capable of. “It’s just kind of a lot. Today I have to go tell my best friend she’s got magical powers. Then I have to ask her if she’s seen the future lately because there’s danger looming in a town that never really tends to see it. It’s a little…”

“Overwhelming,” Killian said at the same time that Ruby filled in with her own “totally bizarre.”

“Yeah, both of those actually,” Emma agreed, barking out something like a laugh again and leaning into Killian, pulling a little extra strength from him as they walked up the rest of the steps to Elsa and Anna’s house. Before they could knock though, the door flew open and there was Anna looking out of breath, as if she’d been sprinting around the house for some time.

“Aha! I knew Elsa’s hunch would be right. She mentioned that there might be guests today off handedly when she woke up, and then she said we didn’t have to clean because it was just a thought. That obviously wasn’t going to happen. Elsa knows what Elsa knows, right? Only problem is this place is so big it’s hard for just two of us, and I can never figure out how to vacuum the walls right. But it’s fine because you’re here now!”

Anna said all the words so quickly that Emma wondered if Killian and Ruby would need a translator. It was just like her friend to be going a hundred miles a minute. Her thoughts ran fast, and her tongue ran faster, that was what Elsa and Anna’s Grams had always said and she wasn’t wrong. But where others might have whiplash from the speed of that largely random monologue, Emma was totally comfortable with it. It was indication that things were as they always were here in her friends’ house, and though Emma was about to change that, she took it as a good sign that Anna immediately hugged her close in a welcoming gesture without even saying a traditional hello.

“I’m sorry, the walls?” Killian asked aloud, drawing Anna’s attention to him with the apt question. Emma watched as her friend’s eyes lit up, and she didn’t miss the way that Anna’s gaze flicked back between Emma and Killian a few times before she answered.

“Yeah. It’s like the one thing I’m not a complete disaster at,” Anna said, as if that was any kind of explanation, and Emma shared a look with Killian trying to convey that she would fill him in on Anna’s quirks and skill sets a little later. Meanwhile Ruby chuckled aloud, and Emma thought perhaps her gift made her privy to some of those images of Anna cleaning, which were, admittedly, always a riot.

“You’re never a disaster, Anna,” Elsa proclaimed from inside the house before she appeared at the doorway, looking much less windswept and out of breath than her sister. She also handled the presence of guests so differently, offering a smile and a more socially polite greeting to them all. “We were hoping to see you today, Emma. And you brought company! Hi Killian.”

“Good to see you, Elsa” Killian replied genuinely. Elsa’s smile grew at Killian’s honest enjoyment in seeing her and then her eyes moved to Ruby. Emma waited for a second to see if there would be any immediate recognition. Maybe Elsa had seen Ruby in a dream or something, but there was nothing past a mild friendliness there and Emma knew that for now Ruby was just any other person to her friend.

“Elsa, Anna, this is Killian’s cousin Ruby. She’s, uh, visiting?” Emma said, not meaning to have her inflection change so it sounded like a question, but Ruby went right ahead as if that introduction wasn’t weird and stilted at all.

“It’s really great to meet you two. I feel like I already know you guys.”

“Oh score, he’s got family! And where there’s family there’s like a million embarrassing stories and deets about how he’s going to treat our girl,” Anna said, again seeming to forget herself. After a moment she had the good sense to look a little bashful. “Oh shoot, did I say that out loud?”

“Yup,” Killian and Ruby responded at once, the latter seeming to have a lot more fun with this than the former, but Emma knew Killian had a soft spot for Anna and for Elsa. She’d watched over the past few weeks as he got to know her friends, and he’d said more than once that since they were Emma’s chosen family so to would they be his.

“What my sister probably meant to say is that it’s nice to meet you too,” Elsa said graciously. “And won’t you come in? I wouldn’t have bored you with the details, but since Anna already shared, we have in fact cleaned the house today.”

Everyone walked inside and Emma could almost imagine seeing this house for the first time again as Killian was (with Ruby it was doubtful, seeing as her gift had so much range and possibility). For Emma, this estate had always been one of the most gorgeous in Storybrooke. Anna and Elsa’s family had been some of the founding members of this town centuries ago, and they’d been old money from back in Europe well before that. At one time there’d even been a habit by some people of calling them the town royals, at least among their more jealous and less kind hearted neighbors, but that was before the tragic accident that took Anna and Elsa’s parents from them too soon. Still this house was a symbol of tradition and grace. It was old but still fresh and though it had gotten a little colder when they lost their parents, Elsa wouldn’t allow coldness to linger. She certainly could have, and Emma would have never faulted her friend for giving in to sadness, but for Anna, Elsa had always been strong. Part of that strength meant keeping this house alive and vibrant, and she’d managed to do that every day, no matter how hard it had been.

Looking around the ‘sun parlor’ (basically a fancy rich people word for sitting room with a full wall of glass windows), Emma noticed the subtle differences between their childhood version of this home and the one they were in now. Before, this place had been the epitome of prim and proper. It was still lovely, because it had been filled with the love of family, but Elsa’s mother had been meticulous in her desire to keep things as true to the original integrity of the old Victorian home as she could. Elsa, in comparison, had warmed things up. There were live plants strewn about because of Anna’s love of all things natural, and they were all blooming beautifully. There were also so many more pictures of their family and friends on the mantles and side tables. They were snapshots of happy memories, both long ago and also recent, but it never felt morbid or sad. It was a memorial and yet a living breathing tribute to the sisters now as well.

“This is a beautiful home you two have,” Killian said, showing his good manners and making Emma’s heart squeeze tightly. It was a simple compliment, but she knew both of her friends would take it as sincerely as it was meant.

“Thank you,” Elsa replied. “It’s a labor of love, but it’s always felt worth it to us.”

“You got that right,” Anna said sitting down after all of their guests were seated, and then, because she was hardly as patient as her sister, she got right down to the point. “So. What brings Killian’s mysterious cousin to our house? Emma’s got that look about her like she’s got to say something, so I’m betting it’s a doozy.”

Emma’s stomach flipped at Anna’s perceptiveness, though she should have known this would come. She was wondering what would be the best way to proceed. Emma and Ruby definitely needed to be here, as did Anna and Elsa, but though Emma would love the comfort of having Killian by her side in what could be a trying time, she wanted to make sure all parties were comfortable. This was a huge reveal to Elsa and to Anna, and though Emma knew that they loved Killian because she cared so much for him, she didn’t want anything to feel forced. As if he read her mind – whether through the mating link or through his own well-honed Emma radar – Killian squeezed her hand gently and brought it to his lips to press a gentle kiss. Then he announced his intention as their eyes still held.

“I think it might be best if I take a look around the gardens, maybe scope out this sea walk I’ve heard so much about. Would either of you mind?” Killian asked, finally turning to Emma’s friends, but they just smiled and nodded that it was fine, both of them clearly thrilled at his open affection for Emma. “I’ll be right outside should you need me, love.”

“Thank you,” Emma whispered to him before pressing a kiss to his lips and watching him slip out the door to the patio. Killian headed towards the gardens, a place where one could get lost for hours, but she was sure he wouldn’t get turned around. As a shifter, it was one of his many gifts to have that all too keen sense of direction.

“Okay that’s not fair,” Anna exclaimed, her head shaking and the braids she had in this morning following suit. “I mean seriously that man is just crazy about you. I want one!”

Emma laughed at Anna’s outburst and so did Ruby, and the slight tension that had arisen felt like it dwindled considerably. Still Emma could see that her friend, though honest, was also doing this on purpose. It might be Elsa who was a once in a generation witch, but now that Emma knew of magic and of the magic that ran in this family, she was absolutely certain Anna had gifts of her own. Perhaps they were more hidden or subdued, but they were definitely there. Elsa had always been the one with dreams that were uncannily accurate, but Anna had a way of knowing people and situations just like this one.

“Not to worry, Anna. You’ll definitely find someone,” Ruby said and though it could have been construed as a harmless comment, Anna’s eyebrows rose and her smile widened.

“Oh my gosh, you see stuff too don’t you?!” Anna exclaimed, practically squealing. “I know you do! That’s the same face Elsa makes when she has a dream. Now you have to tell us what the hell is going on!”

“You good with that, Emma?” Ruby asked and Emma nodded, moving to sit with Elsa and Anna on the couch as Ruby told them all that she knew.

Though Emma had heard most of this already, it was another experience entirely to have this conversation with Elsa and Anna present. Ruby was giving a basic 101 run down of magic and the supernatural world. Since humanity itself was formed, so to had magic been living and breathing on this earth. Many people in the know considered magic to be another of the elements that people were more familiar with. It was an essence and an energy that always came from nature somehow, but it manifested in many ways. Sometimes it took the form of witches or clairvoyants, and other times it could be seen in other supernatural beings. Ruby hadn’t mentioned shifters specifically yet, focusing instead on what was truly pertinent to Elsa and Anna, but Emma felt completely compelled by what they discovered too. It was still so new and so amazing that conceiving all of this could be real was a challenge.

The element of magic, it turned out, was all around to those who know how to wield it. For witches and warlocks and other spell-casting peoples, magic was a gift mostly held by families that originated from different hubs of magical influence. Long ago there were places on earth where magic was far more present than others. Ruby listed a few off the cuff: portions of the Amazon, oases in the Sahara, islands off of current day Malaysia and more. As such, the people who came from those areas were exposed to a very rich natural spirit for millennia. That spirit was then internalized by more sensitive families, and then, even if they left, the gift of magical ability was transferred with them.

“My family was from Ireland originally,” Ruby explained, drawing a pendant that she had that didn’t look so dissimilar from the one of Killian’s that Emma had found. As she did so, a breeze swept through the room but it was contained, gentle, warm, and well… wonderful. It smelled sweet, like the fresh bloom of wild flowers, and as Emma looked at the light swirling in the room, she could see these sort of spiritual etchings dancing in the wind of feathers, leaves, and, as one might expect with the scent, petals. “It was just a tiny Celtic town to the south of the Isle, but according to the diaries that all of the women in my family kept, there was a spring there where magic flowed freely. It was their job to protect the spring, but eventually it dried up and so they moved here.”

“This is… it’s impossible. But it’s real,” Elsa said, her fingertips trying to trace some of Ruby’s magic as it flittered through the air. As she toyed with the magic in the air, her whole being was overcome with an undeniable excitement. There wasn’t any trace of the fear she expected. If anything Elsa looked totally free to believe in something amazing and all consuming. “Magic has been real along. Just like Grams always said. I thought she was teasing, or maybe giving us something beautiful to dream of. I never thought… but it’s always been here. I can feel it now.”

“It has,” Ruby replied, her own joy at seeing Elsa experience this growing more and more by the second.

“You said the spring dried up?” Anna asked, continuing the trend that had emerged of her being the one to ask questions that all of them were thinking. “Did something happen?”

“No, it was just nature taking its course,” Ruby said, pulling back her magical display so the room was as it had been. “It was a couple hundred years ago, and then they came here, or rather, to America, hoping to find a new place to call home. The witches in my family bounced around a little bit before moving further out west. Magic loves forests and the untouched spaces of nature, and as the world has changed, so too have the places that magic likes best.”

“Can wi- wi…” Elsa faltered over the words, still clearly grappling with the new information she was hearing about herself. “Can people who access magic turn into animals by any chance? Like maybe wolves?”

“Let me guess, lots of wolf dreams have been happening since Killian came?” Ruby asked, feeling like she already knew the answer.

“Yes,” Elsa hedged. “But they’ve been around a long time. Since that day in Boston…” Elsa looked to Emma and now, finally, Emma felt like she could jump in for a bit.

“The wolves from that night are more than I ever thought they were. They are not animals, but magical people who can transform their shape. They’re called shifters,” Emma explained. “Not all shifters are wolves, but that night when I was attacked it was a rogue wolf who came after me and another rogue wolf who saved me.”

“You were attacked?!” Anna exclaimed, somehow more worried about that than the fact that Emma was telling her that people could turn into giant animals or that witchcraft was real. “And you knew, Elsa?”

“I’m sorry, Anna, I should have told you but…”

“But I made her promise not to,” Emma said, explaining the story as quickly as she could and filling in on how Elsa had been there. She’d had a dream that brought her to the city, but for a long long time they’d all just considered it this mental break. It couldn’t have been real, but now they knew it truly was. “But what I didn’t realize then is that the shifter was Killian.”

“Holy shit, your Killian?!” Anna asked, completely losing herself in the reveal before looking to Ruby. “Killian’s a wolf? That’s so awesome! So are you a wolf too then? I thought you were a witch.”

“Guilty on both counts,” Ruby said with a grin. “It’s very rare, but witches and shifters can be mates and when they are you end up with hybrids like me.”

“Oh my God mates, that sounds so… hot!” Anna said, play fanning herself as she heard. Emma couldn’t help but let out a laugh at her friend’s antics, but she continued to search Anna’s demeanor to see if she was really okay with all she was finding out or if there was more to this. Anna seemed so completely on board, and Emma wondered how that could be.

“But you said the wolf that saved you, sorry, Killian, you said he was all black right? Like midnight. And the attacker was more tan?”

“Yeah. Like a dull colored sand, why?”

“The one I’ve been dreaming of is lighter than just a pure black,” Elsa said, her confusion clearly gnawing at her.

“Let me guess, dark gray coat, that gets darker at the paws.”

“Yes,” Elsa said, her desire to know who it was winning out. “You know him?”

“It’s Liam,” Ruby confessed, and then, realizing that neither Elsa nor Anna recognized the name, she filled them in. “Killian’s brother.”

“Oh my God, so Elsa is dreaming about Killian’s brother?” Anna asked, looking almost giddy. “Wait that’s a good thing right?”

“It’s complicated,” Ruby said, deflating Anna somewhat, though Elsa seemed to already know that was the case. “And honestly, that part of all of this can wait a while longer. I think you guys will face enough today just hearing your story.”

“So you know about us then,” Elsa asked without the inflection of a real question. “You’re going to tell us about our family?”

“There’s no need for that. They can tell you themselves.”

Silence greeted Ruby’s statement, and it was one of the first times that Emma had ever seen Anna stunned into quiet like this. The pain in her friend’s eyes was mingled with a soul crushing hope, and Emma could understand it. Ruby hadn’t given her too many details, but from what she had said every old family of magic had a repository somewhere with stories and spells and all other kinds of things. It was passed down from generation to generation, and Emma assumed it would be like in the movies where there was a giant book written kind of like a diary.

“How?” Elsa asked, her voice coming out stronger than Emma would have ever imagined as she took Anna’s hand and squeezed it tight and then used her other hand to hold onto Emma.

“There’s a room in this house that no one knows about. There’s a hidden door. That’s where the answers are.”

“A hidden door?” Elsa asked, confused. “We don’t have anything like that. If we did we’d have found it by now.”

“One of you has,” Ruby said, looking to Anna with a soft smile. “You just haven’t remembered in a long time.”

At the words a spark of recollection appeared in Anna’s expression, and Emma knew her friend was working through the recesses of her mind trying to figure out exactly when that happened and where she’d found it. After a moment her eyes lit up and she jumped from the couch.

“It’s out back in the green house. But there was nothing there. Just a bunch of old herbs and dried up plants…”

“There’s a hatch door to a lower level somewhere. It won’t take long for you to find it. I can’t see what’s down there – there are blood protection spells meaning only your family can access that space, but there should be a box there. It’s blue and has your family crest. Inside there are jewels, crystals, and precious stones. They’ll tell the story if you two unlock them.”

“I’m sorry, so the stones are going to… talk to us?” Elsa asked.

“You’ll see,” Ruby said, offering a smile as Anna jumped up.

“We have to go,” Anna said, reaching back for Elsa’s hand. “We have to go right now.”

“All right, all right,” Elsa said, still not looking like she fully believed it. “Emma?”

“I think it would be best if you two did this yourselves,” Emma said, trying to hold back tears as she came to stand up with her friends.

“But you’re our sister, too” Anna said, immediately agreeing with Elsa and Emma swallowed back a lump in her throat.

“Always have been and always will be. But this… it’s your legacy and it’s a part of you guys that I think deserves the utmost care. Plus we don’t know how this blood spell thing works yet. I might not be able to go in at all. But I’ll be right here if you need me. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?” Anna and Elsa asked at the same time, and Emma nodded, extending her pinky to them both and twisting tightly when they extended theirs.

“Promise.”

With that, Elsa and Anna headed out to the green house, leaving Ruby and Emma alone for pretty much the first time since Granny and Ruby arrived. It should have been a strange or awkward time, but Emma found it comfortable despite the circumstances. She and Ruby discussed a number of things about magic and about what her friends would find. They were going to be blessed today, not just with their story, but with their story told by their mother and their grandmother. Ruby might not be able to see the story, but she could feel those spirits being close. Ruby explained that it was possible to infuse sound and images into precious gems, and she had a few from her family that had always meant a lot to her. But at one point, after a bit of time discussing this new life changing moment for her friends, Killian caught Emma’s attention. He was outside and in wolf form along the tree line, looking back at the house, or more precisely at her.

“I’ve never seen Killian like this before, so happy and centered,” Ruby mused aloud, her eyes looking towards Killian as she smiled with pride and real joy. “Even when we were kids and his Mom was still here, he was always quiet and always just a little more reserved than me or the other pack pups.”

“I can’t imagine what it must have been like, growing up the way he and Liam did. The way you did, in that pack run by their father. Was it hard when they left?”

“Almost as hard as losing Liam,” Ruby confessed, her expression turning somber and remorseful. Emma wondered if Killian could hear them, but at this distance she thought it was probably doubtful. “But we have the future. I’m afraid to say anything for certain, but it doesn’t feel as menacing right now as it did before. I was panicked when I could sense Liam again, but I still see things. Good things. Things happening years down the way. I have to believe they’ll really happen. You’re going to make them happen.”

“Me?” Emma asked, shocked that she would have any sort of role. “But I’m just a human.”

“Maybe,” Ruby said, not sounding fully convinced, “But even if you’re human, Emma, you’re special. You bring out the best in Killian. You mean the world to Anna and Elsa. You have a light in you. It’s not magic per se, at least I don’t think, but it’s something, and I know it’s important. It might just be the most important thing any of us has to offer.”

Emma thanked Ruby quietly, flattered at the compliment, but unable to respond in any meaningful way because at that precise moment her phone began to ring. She’d been so unplugged for days that Emma was surprised she’d even brought it with her, but the tell tale sign of her mother’s ring tone told Emma that patience had finally run thin for Mary Margaret Nolan. Strangely that was of huge comfort to Emma, and before she so much as greeted her mother, she had a pretty good idea of where this conversation was going to go.

“Hi Mom,” Emma said, thinking about what the proper tactic was for this exchange.

In a regular situation she would apologize for being off the grid. It had been days since she spoke with anyone in her family, and that was not normal for them. But she wasn’t actually sorry for all that had happened the past few days, and Emma also knew that though her mother always meant well, she had a real knack for taking harmless statements and making them a little more innuendo packed than was strictly comfortable.

“Oh Emma, honey, you know I love you, and God knows I love Anna and Elsa nearly as much, but would it be too much for you to call your parents when finally surfacing after days and days away? We miss you.”

“I miss you too, Mom. And sorry about the delay. Things are kind of happening over here. It’s, uh, unexpected.”

“Well surprise guests will do that to you.”

“How did you know about that?” Emma asked, slightly afraid that her mother was going to rehash some truly crazy series of informants, but what she actually heard surprised her even more.

“Easy, I’m having lunch with Granny right now.”

“You’re what?!” Emma asked at the same time Ruby said, “She’s what?!” Well, look at that, even a surprise for the all-seeing Ruby. For a second Emma wondered how she’d heard what her mother said on the phone, and then she remembered Ruby had shifter hearing. She was going to have to get used to that.

“I know! It’s the wildest thing. We just happened to meet at the diner – she was questioning the integrity of the lasagna after ordering it, a good indicator of a person’s character as you know - and we got to talking.” Emma smiled at one of her mother’s strange marks of a person, but it wasn’t the first time she’d heard this bit about the lasagna. “I can’t imagine how you must be feeling, Emma. First you find out your true love is a shifter and then you find out your best friends have a magical bloodline -,”

“Mom!” Emma yelled into the phone interrupting her. “You can’t go around saying things like that. Someone could hear you.”

“Emma, I’m at home,” her mother said in a slightly chastising voice, surprising Emma yet again. “Do you really think I’d be so careless? Besides, I can keep a secret you know.”

If someone had said that to Emma even a month ago she would laugh in their face. Mary Margaret Nolan keeping a secret? Yeah right. It was not her style, but that assumption had been proved wrong. She’d kept mum about shifters for years, and in doing so she’d proven that it was possible for her to not give away a private confidence. “I thought you said you were having lunch at the diner.”

“No, I said we met at the diner. I ended up convincing her to come here. Because again, that lasagna is questionable at best. She’s a funny one though, won’t let me call her anything but Granny. But I like her.”

“You realize she’s a shifter too, right? She can hear you.”

“She could hear me if she were human; she’s sitting right in front of me.”

Emma heard Granny say hello in the background and at the same time Ruby came closer and said hello herself. This could have started a whole big conversation, since her mother was clearly curious about Killian’s cousin, but Emma redirected to get some better answers.

“So did you know about Anna and Elsa all this time too?” Emma asked, hating to think this might have been yet another secret between she and her parents. Before they died, Elsa and Anna’s mother and father were good friends of Emma’s parents. But it would be a little strange that they would tell them and not their children about their family legacy.

“Oh no, honey, Granny told me. Gigi never confided in me about any of that, not that I’d ever blame her after the incident where I accidentally told you girls her real name.”

Emma felt a giggle bubble up at that memory. Yes she remembered that day. It wasn’t every day you heard the name ‘Gerda,’ and Anna and Elsa had gone bonkers over the big reveal. They’d been fixated on it for weeks, months even.

“I’m sure Gigi had all sorts of plans for how she wanted Anna and Elsa to hear all of this,” Mary Margaret said, her voice sounding out with more than a touch of sadness for her old friend. “But things happen that we can’t control. And I’m just glad that the girls are getting the chance to learn who they really are now. And it’s so amazing! I knew about shifters – your father told me that you know everything now so you know how that went – but magic… well it’s just so exciting, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Emma said, letting out a steady breath. “Exciting would be a good word to describe the last few days.”

“Exactly, and with so much going on and so much left to talk about, I think it’s only right that everyone come to the house for dinner. I have to meet Ruby, and I want to check in on Elsa and Anna, but most of all I want to make sure my new son-in-law knows what’s what.”

“Mom,” Emma said with a blush growing over her cheeks before lowering her voice as quietly as she could while still being heard on the other end of the call. “We’re not married.”

“Ha! Maybe not yet, but don’t think a wedding is not already in the works. This mating thing sounds lovely. Your Aunt Gwen told me a bit about it a few years back. It’s like this great big love that means more than any simple ceremony can ever express, but every princess deserves a wedding and you’re darn well going to have one.”

Emma didn’t even have time to groan before Killian approached, stepping into view at the patio door with an intense look in his blue eyes. “I couldn’t agree more.”

Well this was fun. Apparently he could hear her phone calls and from quite a bit of distance away. Emma was doing all she could to not die of embarrassment, but the only thing getting her through was the look on Killian’s face that said he truly did love her and was planning for forever together. It wasn’t like her mother had picked this idea out of nowhere. Clearly Killian felt the same about them getting married, even if they hadn’t gotten there yet.

“Okay well can we table that talk for now, please? There’s more than enough to keep us busy in the meantime,” Emma begged, not wanting to state the obvious aloud – there should be no wedding being planned since Killian hadn’t exactly asked her to get married.

“Absolutely, but we will see you all at seven. Pass on the invite to Anna and Elsa.”

“Tonight?” Emma asked, wondering if it was a good idea. “I don’t know, Mom. They just found everything out, they might need some time -,”

“We don’t need time,” Anna said, drawing everyone’s attention to the doorway where she and Elsa were standing. The sisters were holding hands again, and it was clear there had been some tears shed as they went through their family’s things, but both of them still looked happy. Emma imagined there must be so much relief even though there was the sadness of looking to the past, and with a silent nod between her and Elsa, her friend conveyed that to her as Anna continued. “What we need is some really good chicken parm. I’m talking pasta for days, the good imported cheese your Mom gets in Boston, and that home made sauce even magic couldn’t replicate.”

Everyone laughed at that, and since Emma had automatically put the call on speakerphone when Anna and Elsa came out, her mother took the initiative and replied herself. She had all of those ingredients, and she would see to it that Anna and Elsa’s favorite meal was made and ready. With that, Emma hung up on the call, and she looked first to Killian, finding his eyes shining with so much love. She held onto that, and then looked quickly to Elsa, needing to know that her friend was all right.

“Are you sure this is okay? It’s a lot to reconcile and it’s all happening very fast.”

“Fast is the way things move these days,” Elsa said with a smile that was small but also true. She looked at Emma and at Killian, nodding whether she consciously knew it or not. “And so far that seems to be a good thing. We’re not different people because of what we know now. I’m no different than I was before.”

“No, you’re not,” Emma said gladly, watching Elsa exhale a ragged breath as Ruby chimed in.

“You’ve just got some cool new abilities,” Ruby said cheerily. “And now that you guys unlocked your family secrets I can see so much more, for you and for Anna.”

“You too?” Emma asked, finding herself filled with excitement for her friend. For once Anna looked a little sheepish, something Emma had never noticed her friend experiencing before, but she acknowledged the unexpected surprise.

“Yup. Visions might not be my thing, but according to Grams messages and some of Mom’s too there’s a lot in store for me as well. But for now let’s put all of that on ice. I wasn’t kidding when I said I needed that chicken parm, because honey, it has been a day.”

Everyone could readily agree with that assessment, and in the interest of honoring her friends’ wishes, Emma held back on questions about what came next and what they had learned. Soon enough her friends would tell her. It was always just a matter of time before they shared everything with each other, and whenever that came Emma would be more than willing to listen and learn.

“How are you doing, love?” Killian asked a few moments later, when they’d all decided to head outside together to the beach walk. Elsa and Anna were talking with Ruby about summers in Storybrooke, and Emma watched at how a solid friendship was forming between them already, her heart filled with happiness as her family and Killian’s blended together.

“I’m good,” Emma said, looking to Killian and seeing his concern and affection, shining as brightly as the sun in the sky this lovely summer day. “Better with you here.”

“I feel I could say that in any moment,” Killian agreed, stopping their stroll and pulling her into his embrace. “Any instance is improved with you beside me.”

“Guess we better stick together then,” Emma teased and she delighted in the growl from Killian as his mouth claimed hers in a fierce and hungry kiss. It was impossible not to get swept away in it, her hands roaming, her body arching for closeness as she tasted him and reveled in the heat and charge between them. But before they could take things way too far given their setting, Killian pulled back and pressed his forehead to hers gently.

“Forever, Emma. That’s how long we’ll have each other.”

“Forever,” she agreed.

With that, the two of them rejoined her friends and Ruby, finding themselves enjoying a weirdly normal afternoon in the midst of so much change and transformation. And though Emma was a bit preoccupied with the idea of dinner at her parents tonight, she knew, deep down, that whatever may come she would always have Killian, and the two of them together would always make it through.

Post-Note: So there we have it. Truth be told I have SO many thoughts and ideas about Elsa and Anna’s magical reveal. I would love to write a whole scene from their POV about that, adding the layers of magic I have imagined for this story and giving their experience with the big change in their lives. Unfortunately I don’t really have time to create that chapter, at least not yet. I am debating, however, adding some extra scenes and glimpses into this story when I have the whole thing done. That being said, I have only managed to get a couple of chapters written before my school year, so it’s looking like it’s definitely going to be summer before this whole story is told. As of right now I am looking to move to a monthly posting schedule. I have this chapter, one for February and one for March all written, and I am hoping I might find a bit of time in the next three months to craft together a chapter for April, God willing. Anyway, I would love to hear what you all think, and rest assured there will be some more CS moments in the chapter next time. There’s still a lot of stuff that has to happen, so we aren’t getting full blown fluff for a while, but I trust you guys will still like the story all the same. Thanks so much for reading and hope you have a great rest of your weekend!

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The Originals 5 x 06 “What, Will, I, Have, Left”

I went into it already hating it. Justifiably.

Let’s get away with the few good things first.

Klaus and Caroline (who went after Hope and Roman on a road trip) were cute and great, but it’s hard to be happy about it, considering.

(Though, there was also that BS about Caroline never feeling safe, when Caroline was the only one who was safe around Klaus to the point that the gang sent her to distract him because he would never hurt her – except that one time... you know, these writers and their inconsistencies started long before now in TVD S4.)

As always, loved Vincent and Freya’s friendship.

I also loved Ivy and Vincent and her asking him when he was last happy (poor guy, before Sabine even) and telling him keeping things away from people is also taking away their choice and not knowing is sometimes worse than knowing (re: telling Declan about the supernatural, since he was worried about Hayley.)

Oh, and BTW, Declan is Camille’s cousin? (Okay, he’s Irish, fine, but weren’t the O’Connells the last of their line or something? IDK, my memory is faulty. And I don’t give a fuck either way.)

I also loved Hayley and Hope (Hayley is really such a great mother!), but that is where the pain starts.

We’ve all known this would happen since last year’s SDCC and I can’t even cry; I’m just beyond pissed off.

Okay, so, Roman brought Hope to Hayley, believing Greta just wants them to bind their hybrid side and then they would let them go and everyone would live in peace. Stupid naïve boy. Though, I guess him having his family slaughtered twice, once by werewolves and then by Klaus (Although, wait, Klaus didn’t do it, did he? (I guess he meant ‘extended family’ or something’?)) explains his devotion to Greta, but still.

Greta, meanwhile, went to Antoinette to lie about being worried about Roman’s involvement with Hope that required Elijah protecting him from Klaus and they fell hook-line-and-sinker for it. Antoinette was clued in that it wasn’t like that when Roman called with the true version, but couldn’t go after them before nightfall.

Hayley agreed to the binding so she would break the cloaking spell (because Hope cloaked her as a hybrid) and so Hope could escape – because Hayley couldn’t due to being just a vampire now and it being daylight outside.

Unfortunately, Greta arrived just then, backed by Elijah who snapped Caroline’s neck and fought Klaus who arrived at the same time.

Greta tried to convince Roman to kill Hope, then a fight with Hayley ensued and since Hayley was impeded by sunlight, Greta got the upper hand and almost ripped her heart out, but Hayley broke her hand at the last moment and lurched both of them outside to burn in the sun.

And all that time, Elijah was repeatedly staking Klaus, so he couldn’t have helped.

Yeah, what a great fucking idea this train of events was.

And for what? For what?!

But before I get to that, this whole SL doesn’t make sense.

For starters, where was Marcel the entire episode? Yeah, I know CMD was directing, but he is more than capable of doing a great job of both directing and acting in the episode, as proved by 4x07 (not to mention all the eps directed and acted in by his co-stars and countless other actors on other shows.)

Are you telling me Marcel wouldn’t be the first Freya and/or Klaus called for reinforcements? Are you telling me he wouldn’t be doing everything he could on his own, anyway, to find Hayley and Hope and worrying every single moment? Are you saying he wouldn’t jump at the first possible moment to help when he learned where Hayley is? BS.

So, Marcel was just inexplicably non-existent.

That’s one, and far from stupidest writing decision.

Two: the whole Elijah is the only one who can stop Klaus thing? Are you kidding me? Did we forget how in S2 of TVD the only way for Elijah to get to kill Klaus was catching him when he was vulnerable during the moment of transformation when breaking the binding? And that was even before he was a hybrid! And ever since then, the only couple of times that Elijah one-upped Klaus was when catching him unawares and even that not for long.

But never mind. Let’s give that a pass, Elijah caught him by surprise and Klaus was perhaps not giving 100% because it was Elijah and he was also distracted by wanting to help Hayley (but wouldn’t he achieve that by incapacitating Elijah the fastest? And wouldn’t Klaus in a rage fit to help the mother of his child be even stronger than normally?) But, fine, let’s leave it.

Three: we also forgot about the Hollow and two Originals being in proximity for more than a second brining all the signs of doomsday around, let alone two Originals being in proximity to each other AND Hope. No, nada this episode.

So much sloppy writing.

(Three/II: Elijah’s memory loss/compulsion. Why didn’t it wear off by him having burnt himself in the sun? That could count as a temporary death even for an original? (Speaking of, even an Original should need some time to recover from that, but it’s been a few days at most and he’s as good as new.) Also, apparently Elijah put his daylight ring back or had a new one made? For the greater cause, right? Or did we just forget the burning in the same line that we mentioned taking the ring off? Shoddy writing galore. Okay, whatever.

Also, I’ll grant them that since Vincent and Marcel compelled Elijah for his own good/per his own request, they maybe wouldn’t want to decompel him and/or they couldn’t have done it on such a short notice when seeing his being compelled is actually detrimental to everyone. Just let’s not forget that per universe canon people can be decompelled by whoever compelled them.)

Four: Rebekah and Kol haven’t existed since 5x02/3, either. No need to at least mention them by a line of them being worried about Hayley and Hope or anything, nope.

Five: I get that Vincent might not want to help, as he doesn’t, but why wasn’t at least Freya there? Maybe she was still on the way? Because you’re not telling me she wouldn’t think that maybe they would need a powerful witch to help? She broke up with Keelin for her family’s sake, FFS, and now she would just idly sit by when finally finding Hayley, not run to her aid? Please.

And, lastly, but not the least important reason why this doesn’t make sense: I’ve heard a lot of people saying the writers chose to kill off Hayley to free Klaus for Caroline, and I don’t know what the writers were thinking, but as much as killing one ‘love interest’ to make space for another is shitty, it’s even shittier in this case (if that had been their reasoning), because it was completely unnecessary.

Because, as per canon, Hayley and Klaus weren’t even a thing. Ship and fanon them as much as you want, but in canon Hayley and Klaus had a one-night stand resulting in pregnancy that had them gradually become friends and amazing co-parents, but Hayley was no obstacle whatsoever for Caroline.

So, Hayley died for nothing.

(I mean, her dying so she could free up the space for Caroline would’ve been terrible, but they don’t even get to have that excuse for killing her off. The fuck!)

Sure, she took Greta with her. But Greta could have been dealt with in a number of different ways, by Klaus himself, by Freya, by Marcel, or the three combined; by writing Elijah’s memory loss differently, or not at all, etc.… and if I can think of that in a couple of minutes, there was no reason the writers who are paid to spend time on it couldn’t have done it, except that they didn’t want to.

They just wanted to kill her off for ‘drama’ and they failed even at that because we’ve known about it for nearly a year now, so it was no shock at all. (It does still make me beyond angry, though.) And they knew it wouldn’t go over well and had the time to change it, but went on with it anyway.

Fuck that.

And if Elijah miraculously regains his memory by seeing Hayley die, as I think some spoilers said as well, it will just be that much worse and senseless.

I knew this season would be shitty as soon as they said JP was taking back the reigns and Narducci was leaving (not that the team under Narducci was flawless; killing off Camille could’ve been avoided as well; but at least they made a lot more sense most of the time.)

Anyway, I’ll probably hate-watch the season through, because I’m a masochist, and then I’ll take the few worthy bits and pieces (mostly just the premiere, TBH) and forget the rest of the crap even happened.

And afterwards I’ll probably re-watch the first four seasons – because those were one great show – and just imagine myself a happy ending for everyone (which I’ve already written, ha!)

#The Originals #to s5 #5.06: What Will I Have Left #the originals meta #my meta: the originals #here there be swearing #this is now some other show than the one i loved #idk if i even want to reblog anything #just some hayley probably

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serensama · 7 years

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To Speak

To my dearest Nonny, I hope you are smiling, I hope you find happiness- I am still here if you need me. All of us here are family you can count on.

PLEASE NOTE THAT I HAVE INCLUDED SOME FAIRLY HEAVY STUTTERING TO MC’S SPEECH AND I AM NOT TRYING TO MOCK ANYONE.

Yoosung:

- It was their first date and everything was going so well…

- Except… she wasn’t speaking so much… and she blushed and giggled a lot

- … which was good right? Blushing and giggling meant that she liked him… right?

- But he’d ask a question and she’d give him one or two word answers, a shake or nod of her head- was she just that nervous around him?

- Yoosung didn’t push it, didn’t want to rock the boat but after three dates and she’d still barely talked to him he needed to know if there was something wrong. It just didn’t make any sense? She was so chatty via texting he was sure he was going to get carpel tunnel syndrome but as soon as she was face to face with him she’d clam right up.

- Maybe… maybe that meant she didn’t really like him?

- Unfortunately, halfway through their fourth date… he just kinda blurted it all out? One long session of paranoid verbal diarrhoea about how scared he was about being boring or if she thought what she had to say wasn’t important to him or maybe she really didn’t like him after all-

- “N-N-nnn-no! Tha-that’s n-nnot it a-at a-aall” she replied, her cheeks aflame and her eyes brimming with tears. She continued slowly, trying her best to calm herself down so her stuttering didn’t get worse than it already was.

- She explained to him that she had a profound stutter and that she’s hyper aware of it and would hate for him to be seen in public with a girl who couldn’t even speak properly.

- Yoosung clapped his hands over his mouth in sad state of shock, his blonde head twisting side to side in disbelief

- “No, No please don’t think that way MC! I’m so sorry that I asked so abruptly- I never thought it could be for that reason! I’m sorry if I offended or embarrassed you, please forgive me!” he begged, hands clasped together at his forehead in a sign of contrition.

- The two were a muddle of words and apologies and MC just gave him a kiss to stop him falling over himself with self-flagellation.

- Yoosung has to admit, he much prefers this way of communicating with her.

- He then tells MC that he will happily talk to her and she can answer in any way she wants, a nod or a smile a thumbs up or down.

- Some of their dates consist of him asking questions with only yes or no answers

- It’s after a few months of truly getting to know him and being with him almost 24/7 that her stuttering starts to improve.

- One day MC is talking and notices Yoosung staring at her with stars in his eyes so she asks what he’s staring at, “Oh you’ve been talking for the last 15 minutes and haven’t stuttered once.”

- Which of course makes her stutter come back instantly.

- MC slapped her boyfriend on the arm playfully.

- “Awww MC, stutter or no stutter you know I love you… besides, it’s super cute when you still get flustered around me…”

Zen:

- When MC came over that time when he was injured he didn’t even realise that he had talked for most of the stay.

- To be honest he assumed she was so quiet for the most part because she was so awed by his perfection that she was rendered silent. Mute due to his beauty. It wouldn’t have been the first time it happened.

- …and after the bomb it made sense that she was stuttering because well… he was surprised she was still even coherent, he was just impressed she could still speak.

- … and before the party it made sense for her to be nervous…

- But after the party- when it was just the two of them at home… and she still stuttered…

- “Jagi… do you… I mean… do you have a stutter?”

- The red flush and look of utter surprise and astonishment that sprawled over her face was enough of an answer for the ivory haired actor.

- The next morning, he tried his best to engage with MC, talking to her and asking her question after question but it all became too much, too fast and MC squealed and buried her face into his well defined chest.

- … which got him spluttering and stuttering so badly that MC leant back and stared at him.

- AND LAUGHED.

- Shocked, he blushed and laughed along with her.

- “Okay- I get it. Slower. Fewer questions. There’s no rush is there Jagiya? I’m not going anywhere.”

- Later in the week he comes bounding into the house and picks her up by the waist and spins her around and around until she yells at him to put her back down.

- “Jagi! Jagi- Jagi- Jagi- Jagi- Jagi!” he bounced up and down like an excited puppy, grin lighting up his face.

- “Y-yes Zen?”

- “I was listening to our vocal coach at rehearsals today and he was saying that his son has a stutter and has since taken up singing lessons and his confidence and his speech has gotten so much better-” “Z-Zen?” she asked apprehensively trying her best to wriggle out of his grasp.

“How about it MC? Try singing… at least with me! Just me and you and we can take it slowly, however fast you want it! I’ll make sure it’s good and fun and you’ll be singing with me in no time!”

- MC blushed at the double entendre…

- As they go along… he finds that she has the sweetest voice, quiet and unconfident… but sweet and oh so perfect.

- Zen always comes home straight after practise so he can sing with his lady; he’ll wake up early on days off so he can make breakfast with her and sing along together, even cleaning the house is a musical affair.

- One day as MC is singing a rather challenging song, Zen sits back and watches over his prodigy and love. Smirking to himself Zen has to fight to hold back his chuckle; he guesses if all else fails and she can only sing without stuttering… there’s no harm in them singing their wedding vows to each other, right?

Jaehee:

- Noticed straight away when she talked to MC over the phone and of course when they met face to face.

- She didn’t make a big deal of it at all and smiles at her reassuringly. She can tell MC was trying her best to hide it, poor dear must have been embarrassed, last thing she wanted to do was bring attention to it when the woman so obviously wanted it kept hidden.

- When she gets more and more flustered as she speaks, Jaehee takes her by the hand and squeezes it. “Breathe with me, MC… in…. and out… in… and out… now please, try again, in your own time.”

- Whenever it gets really bad though, Jaehee will take out her pen and paper and let MC just write out whatever it is she wants to say.

- They spend days and days like this; taking turns to write in a notebook the other has brought along, writing jokes and flirting quite literally between the lines.

- Jaehee can’t help but notice how beautiful MC’s penmanship is and how lovely it looks entwined with hers all over the page. Not one page isn’t filled with silly drawings or comments and when she gets home she looks over the dated pages and laughs and laughs. Such wonderful memories they’re making.

- Sometimes they write out a shopping list.

- Sometimes it’s a sonnet.

- Sometimes it’s just “I love you.”

- Jaehee really wants to hear her say it though, even if it’s just once.

- It isn’t long until MC is emailed a very long and detailed list of current programs and speech pathologists she can undertake if it was something she was interested in doing.

- Jaehee is with MC for every session without fail, encouraging her and taking notes for how she can help her practise at home.

- Will always encourage MC to try to use her words, but she understands that her emotions affect her speech and that sometimes… sometimes it’s just no good. She just can’t do it… and that is okay.

- Jaehee always has a pen and paper ready so they can converse normally until MC feels confident enough to start to try talking again.

- Jaehee has kept every single piece of paper since they’ve met, to her, every word written or spoken is precious.

Jumin:

- He never understood the preoccupation MC had about the sound of her voice.

- It was beautiful.

- So, what if she stuttered? She could say his name fine- to him that was perfection. Everything he ever needed to know was in how she said his name. It was his hello, his goodbye, his I love you. His own name becoming a mantra when coming from her lips.

- However, he could see how it affected her self-confidence. She would try her best to speak to him when it was just them at home, he would smile to himself whenever he’d come home to find her on the floor with Elizabeth the third, chatting and meowing away like the oldest friends… but outside. She’d never say a word.

- “Jumin… the-the p-press w-will m-m-make f-ff-fun of m-me and you,” she would always say and always look close to tears whenever he’d try to encourage her to speak. He was never one to care for other people’s opinions apart from his own and to him she was perfect… and he wanted desperately for her to see that.

- Within two weeks (and much help from Assistant Kang… her holiday now included a very generous cheque for her spending money) the best speech pathologists from around the world were at Jumin Han and MC’s beck and call.

- MC met with each one of them until she found the one she was most comfortable working with.

- Months and months passed as MC and the therapist worked day and night until Jumin came home, to which then the pathologist would give a detailed report to him about their progress.

- MC would often be tired and her throat sore from speaking all day so the time with Jumin was often spent in silence or with him talking about his day at work.

- At night, Jumin would still read to her as she told him that it soothed her and that she loved nothing more than the sound of his voice lulling her to sleep.

- Almost a year and a half of work and the pathologist said that unfortunately that there was nothing left that he could do and that only God would be able to help her now, leaving a very disgruntled and frustrated Jumin. Not because he needed MC to speak without a stutter- he just couldn’t fathom how anyone could ever give up on MC.

- Walking up to his wife, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the temple, “I don’t care what that stupid man says MC, if you want to keep going, we’ll bring back all those other therapists and start again. I’m sure that this time around-”

- “N-no thank y-you Jumin. I don’t w-want to do this again, please d-don’t make me,” she weakly replied.

- “Of course my dear,” he answered as he tightened his hold around her. “Now how about joining me for a bath? That man has left me in a foul disposition and nothing sounds better than you in my arms and a nice bottle of wine to share.”

- As they readied themselves for bed, Jumin went over to the bookshelf and found a new book to start reading. Even if he was upset, there was no reason to disturb their nightly routine.

- Settling into the covers with MC tucked away in the nook of his arm, Jumin cleared his throat and was about to read the title, when MC read it aloud before him.

- Startled Jumin looked down at his wife, but she was already busy turning the page.

- “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”

- The ebony haired director sat stunned and silent for more than ten minutes, just listening to his wife read to him without stuttering once, not once.

- Overcome with pride and emotion, Jumin threw the book to the end of the bed and swept MC into an all-encompassing kiss, ravishing that tongue that held such a wonderful voice.

- When they parted, MC was left panting and wanting.

- … As Jumin dived to the end of the bed to retrieve the book.

- “Well go on then my love, you were doing such a wonderful job, please, continue.”

- For the first time since his last Nanny left him, Jumin slept to the sound of a woman reading to him and felt a new kind of peace wash over him.

- Mr and Mrs Han now quarrel regularly over whose turn it is to read the other to sleep. That and how much the yearly donation to the speech therapist’s treatment centre will be. They are the only things they argue about.

Saeyoung:

- He had known since the first day. There it was on her records, plain as day.

- Which is why he so loved to text her…

- But… he really wanted to hear her voice… so he had to call sometimes….

- Upon hearing that melodious voice there was no way he was letting it stay trapped behind those lips forever- NO, HE, 707- DEFENDER OF JUSTICE WOULD GET THIS WOMAN’S VOICE FREED!

- But like… how?

- He studied up on speech pathology that’s how!

- Boy builds robots and cures speech ailments in his sleep.

- He had planned to start helping her at the apartment but… things got weird between them really quickly… instead of helping her and encouraging her he was telling her to go away and to shut up.

- How the hell was that going to help her?

- By the time it was all over and they were back home… she still wasn’t talking well… she would smile and sadly shake her head as he tried to get her to say anything… to no avail.

- He pulled out his phone and showed it to her before starting to type

- “I met you and fell in love with you over the phone. If the only way I can speak to you properly is through this- then so be it. Now… did you want tacos for dinner?”

- They would talk through messenger or text or tripter or snaptalk, every known non-verbal way to communicate.

- Saeyoung however… never gave up on hearing her speak to him properly.

- “Let’s try something MC, mouth your words, don’t speak, just mouth them and I will try my best to understand you… let’s just start from there.”

- Funnily enough, without hearing her faltering words, MC became super talkative and Saeyoung became eerily proficient at lip reading. NOONE WAS SAFE FROM THIS MAN NOW.

- Soon she started to speak only the first word of every sentence, building up her confidence by adding one word at a time.

- Her first complete sentence was, “Saeyoung, please put your dirty clothes in the hamper, I swear to God I understand why Vanderwood was so hard on you now.”

- Saeyoung was so thrilled that he even did as she asked. He was so in love with what she said he almost got it tattooed upon his arm (MC had to physically restrain him and Saeran was of course spurring him on… “Cmon MC… it would look so damn stupid on him, let him do it. It will complete his aesthetic.”)

- Now even though MC can generally converse almost normally, Saeyoung still often reverts back to their non-verbal communication.

- “I still love the way you type, baby.”

Saeran:

- He’d been watching her for weeks before choosing her, of course he knew she had a stutter. He could see how she actively avoided speaking to anyone, how reliant she was on her body language and non-verbal cues. He could see how much she hated herself for not being able to do something children learnt how to do properly… and yet she couldn’t.

- He could see all of that.

- So, when they had decided to try to make this official he decided two things; if she never talked he was ok with that- and if that meant he had to stay silent too, even better.

- For the first two weeks, the two had a silent relationship.

- It wasn’t that awkward really.

- Both were used to living silent lives but having someone to share it was… actually comforting.

- They would go for silent walks, they would read in the library. They would go to the ice cream parlour and use the self-service kiosk to order and get their ice creams delivered to their booths.

- However… they had to communicate and neither had the patience to deal with technology (she had more than enough of that with the RFA and the party planning and the last thing he wanted to do was text her like he used to do as Unknown… the idea creeped him out and made him remember memories he’d rather forget) but her stutter… it got even worse around him because she loved him so much and she didn’t want to embarrass herself… something that Saeran found so damn endearing.

- Not that he ever admitted it to anyone. Ever.

- So, Saeran taught himself a new language.

- Sign language.

- MC was baffled- how had she never thought of this before? With grateful tears in her eyes and an overjoyed smile on her face, she sat upon Saeran’s bed as he taught her the sign for the letter A, then B and then C

- After two days she spelt out “thank you” … to which then Saeran taught her the actual sign for thank you… still, it meant a lot to him.

- It meant the world to her.

- They could communicate now.

- They would talk and walk for hours in the park. The would discuss the books they were reading in the library. They would still order using the kiosk though… cos screw socialising with other people.

- Eventually when they were in bed and she did finally say his name… he realised how much he missed hearing her voice, how much more he desperately wanted to hear from her.

- Kissing her forehead before pulling back, he simply signed, “When you are ready, I want to learn how to speak with you. There is much to say. When you are ready. Until then, we have our very loud silence. I am happy.”

- Had no way of knowing she had a stutter until she introduced herself at the party.

- He was surprised but all he heard was the kind voice that wavered ever so slightly when she said “Jihyun”. He was too preoccupied with how nice it sounded coming from her.

- MC was hesitant to enter a relationship with V, not because she wasn’t attracted to him but she… she didn’t want to weigh him down.

- She was already a burden to the average person, but someone who would so heavily rely on her voice to communicate? It was only asking for disaster.

- However, knowing everything he knew about her and just hearing her voice… even if it was only once and months ago- V was a man who trusted his instincts and every fibre of his being was telling him to chase after this girl. So, he did.

- After wearing her down until she could no longer refuse him, they went on one date.

- One quiet date. With a legally blind man and an almost mute woman sitting at a restaurant surrounded by happy, chatting couples.

- It was stunted and weird with MC unable to order verbally or assist V who could not see the menu, but somehow, they managed to order their meal.

- It soon occurred to MC… that as tough as she had it… V had it just that little bit tougher. She could get by without her voice, it was undeniably tougher to live without your eyes. Yet here he was, making an effort… she should try… but she didn’t know how.

- V had scooted his chair scandalously close to MC’s and a bright pink flush graced her cheeks at the furious whispers of the people around them- she stuttered people, she wasn’t deaf!

- V turned to her and smiled, that dazzling, enchanting, mesmerising smile and lifted his right hand, his elbow propped upon the edge of the table. “M… May I?” he asked as he wiggled his fingers.

- Oh, he wants to see my face! She thought as she scooted forward with a grin of her own. That she could do!

- “Y-Yes!” she answered almost confidently as she leaned forward.

- She guided V’s hand to her cheek and sat still.

- His fingertips gliding over her cheekbone, in the hollows and contours of her face, down her jaw and up her chin- until his index and middle fingers rested on the centre of her mouth.

- “Please… speak… mouth the words… anything,” he requested, a slight blush forming on his cheeks.

- MC was glad he could barely see at this point because she was almost fuchsia.

- “I… I…. h-hello, Ji-Jihyun,” she mouthed almost silently, barely whispering his name.

- “Hello MC,” he beamed, so happy he could still see the movements of her lips through one eye and whatever he missed he could feel with his sensitive hands.

- Although it attracted a lot of attention- the two still felt completely at ease in their own private conversation no one could hear.

- V was never one to truly push however so he felt completely content with how they communicated… it was MC who came up to him 4 months into their relationship.

- “Ji-hyun…” she said… that perfectly sweet voice ringing in his ears. “Jihyun… i-if I a-agree to g-go to the-the spee- to the speech ther-p-pist… w-will you con-sider g-getting y-your eyes f-f-fixed?”

- They sat there in the silence for 15 minutes straight.

- His eyes were a sign of his devotion and love to Rika, his penance for being unable to save her… but she was willing to find the voice that was calling him home… it would only be fair for him to be able to see exactly how beautiful that home would be.

- “Of course, MC. Of course.”

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buckyandsteeb · 7 years

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Ace Of Diamonds, King of Hearts

Summary: Blaine Anderson knew his wasn't normal when he was 11. It took him a little while to realize how different that was. Kurt Hummel was never what anyone expected. With Blaine, Kurt would learn even more about why that was. *Finn Hudson is a somewhat common character later in the fic

Okay, I can’t control myself.

Prologue

Chapter 1: Ao3 / FF

Blaine threw himself down on his bed with a laugh. He'd met the cutest boy today!

Kurt.

He was such a terrible spy! But he was so adorable pretending that he went to Dalton. Blaine couldn't help but give him his phone number right after he was done performing for Dalton and putting on a show for the cute spy.

Blaine frowned.

It wasn't as nice to see Kurt break down. He was being bullied, probably worse than Blaine had been.

He just wanted to make that sad look leave Kurt's face. It was a crime to see such a gorgeous boy look so sad.

Blaine took out his phone and typed one word to the new number in his phone.

Courage

He wished that he'd had more courage at his old school. But Kurt seemed stronger than he was, so maybe it would help.

Over the next few days he texted Kurt 'courage' intermittently as they carried on friendly conversation.

His heart dropped into his stomach when his phone rang with a teary-eyed Kurt on the other end. He skipped 4th period and lunch to rush to Kurt's side. He had to do something to put the smile back on his face. He didn’t care that he only had his driver's license. Kurt needed him.

When Kurt mentioned his first kiss being stolen, it took all his willpower to not give Kurt his own first kiss. But Kurt didn't need that. He probably didn't even feel that way about Blaine.

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A few weeks later he got a call from Kurt saying he was transferring to Dalton and needed advice on how to accessorize the uniform. They agreed a trip to the mall was needed.

Blaine, for the most part, kept quiet over how relieved he was that Kurt would be safe at Dalton. He didn't want to come on too strong or overprotective. He'd only met Kurt a few weeks ago. He didn't want to make it weird.

After 5 stores and a few hours of shopping, Blaine offered to go get them both a coffee as Kurt looked at the broaches in Macy's. He made a note of Kurt's coffee order in his phone, planning to commit it to memory soon.

He ordered their coffees and was adding a few sugars into his own when his hand brushed against someone else’s.

“Oh sorry, you go first.” Blaine said absently looking at the man’s name tag “Jeremiah”

Jeremiah pushed the hair out of his eyes as he took a sugar package.

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“Dang it! Shoot!” Blaine muttered to himself as he hurried back to Macy's. He got distracted by Jeremiah who apparently worked at the mall. At the Gap specifically. Jeremiah winked and told him he'd give him a discount the next time he came in.

But Kurt's drink had melted during their conversation and he had to throw it out and buy a new one. He was so stupid!

Blaine stopped walking. Was he, though? It's not like he and Kurt were dating. He could look and have conversations with other boys. He could even date other boys. Boys who mention giving him a discount on bowties. Kurt teased him about his bowties. Nicely but still.

He bit down the guilt as he walked at a normal pace back to Kurt.

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Each time he saw Jeremiah, his guilt lessened. Jeremiah liked him. Kurt didn't. Even if every time Kurt smiled at him, he felt a million butterflies in his belly.

Jeremiah had held his hand twice! Well not exactly hold, more like brush against his as he reached for something. But he could see himself having a relationship with him. They'd even gone shopping together when he came into the Gap and bought 4 bowties and 5 pairs of socks because Jeremiah said they looked good on him. Clearly it was in love.

He asked Kurt advice a few days before Valentines. He knew Kurt would know what to do. He was so smart and amazing. His suggestion of serenading Jeremiah was brilliant.

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Blaine felt like an idiot. Of course they weren't dating. Why did he ever think they were?

And Kurt. Kurt thought he was going to serenade him! And he messed up that. He messed up everything. He couldn't ruin his friendship too.

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Everything was amazing! This room was amazing. He loved everything.

He got to go to a high school party with his very best friend forever, Kurt. And they played spin the bottle! And he sang on Kurt's friends stage. It was awesome!

And now Kurt's brother was driving them somewhere!

“Kuuurrrttt, where are we goooinnggg?!” Blaine asked loudly rubbing himself against Kurt's sweater. “You're sooo soft, Kurt! Kuuurrrttt. Ku-ert. I like your name, Ku-rrrt”

“He needs to stop being so loud or he'll wake up Mom and Burt.” Finn worried, turning around the corner into their street.

“He will.” Kurt reassured, helping Blaine sit back up from where he'd fallen mostly on the floor when Finn turned.

“Finn is soo taaalll, Kurt!” Blaine observed whispering loudly as Finn parked in the Hummel's driveway.

Finn turned off the car and looked over at Kurt. “Do you need help getting him inside?”

“No. He's pretty light.” Kurt assured as he helped Blaine out of the car. Blaine latched onto Kurt and hugged him tightly.

“Kurt is my very best friend!” Blaine grinned at Finn and placed a sloppy kiss on Kurt's cheek.

Kurt rolled his eyes, amused, and picked Blaine up when it was clear he had no intentions of letting go.

“Blaine, sweetie, I need you to be very quiet when we go inside, okay?” Kurt warned. “We can't wake up my dad.”

Blaine pressed a finger over his lips and gave an exaggerated shush as he rested his head on Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt got inside and up to his room without difficulty. He let out a sigh of relief as he set Blaine down on the bed. Blaine laid back and kicked his feet softly as he hummed a random tune.

“Blaine, we're going to bed now, okay?”

Blaine sat up quickly and started to remove his pants.

“Oh no, Blaine. No don't do that.” Kurt said frantically looking everywhere but Blaine with a blush. He rushed to his dresser and pulled out a pair of pajamas. “Go into my bathroom, change into these” Kurt demanded. He handed them to Blaine, still not looking as he helped Blaine to the bathroom.

He stood on the other side of the door, listening for signs that Blaine needed help and let himself relax when Blaine opened the door with his too big pajamas pooling around his hands and ankles.

“Smells like Kurt,” Blaine grinned hugging his arms to his chest as he wiggled his toes in delight. “May I help you change, my Kurt siry bob? You wear sooo many layers!”

Kurt blaunched. “Um, No Blaine. I think you should just go to bed.”

Kurt lead him back to his bed and tucked him in. He quickly changed hiding his blushing face before joining Blaine under the covers.

Blaine moved into Kurt's space, putting his cold feet on Kurt's causing Kurt to jump slightly in alarm. He rested his head on Kurt's chest wiggling happily. “I love m kur ir cutels,” Blaine muttered as he drifted off.

Kurt froze at Blaine's words, unsure what to make of them. He gently removed Blaine from he was resting on his chest. As much as he loved the way it felt, who knew how Blaine would react if he woke up that way.

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Everything was the opposite of amazing when he woke up. It was too bright! And Kurt's dad was in his room for some reason? Why was he in his room? Was Kurt okay?

The last thing he remembered was kissing one of Kurt's friends. He was disappointed it wasn’t Kurt, but it hadn't felt bad for a girl.

Maybe that was what was wrong? Maybe he'd closed himself off to the idea of girls too soon.

Kurt didn't seem to agree when he tried to explain his possible bisexuality after talking to Kurt's friend Rachel. It hurt a lot. He was disappointing Kurt. But he had to at least open himself up to the idea. It would make his dad happy. And Rachel was bossier than Kurt. It was slightly easier to forget how much he was disappointing Kurt, when he had someone else’s demands to follow.

Still, the next few days were pure torture knowing that he couldn't just text Kurt. It was only made worse by Rachel's constant stream of why she felt she was better than the other performers in her Glee Club. He had to bite his tongue every time she claimed she was better than Kurt at something. He finally broke when she mentioned a diva off she'd had with Kurt last year.

“That couldn't possibly be true, Rachel. Kurt could hit a high F in his sleep.”

“And how would you know that?” She demanded her arms crossed accusingly. “I thought you were straight.”

Blaine opened his mouth and closed it a few times trying to figure out what she was talking about.

Finally he confusingly admitted: “I never said I was straight.”

“Fine. 'Bisexual.'” Rachel dismissed putting air quotes around the word bisexual. “It's still rude to bring up your past conquests. I haven't mention that time I was dating 3 boys, have I?” She launched into her story as Blaine looked around the theater hoping the movie would start soon.

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Blaine walked miserably into the Lima Bean. He hadn't talked to Kurt in 3 whole days! No good morning texts or silly texts in classes they shared. No coffee together or messing around during Warbler practice. Not even their hands brushing together as they walked each other to class.

Blaine froze in alarm as suddenly someone- Rachel his mind supplied, kissed him.

Nothing.

Well except his desire to go use mouthwash and clean the hand that accidentally grazed her breasts.

“Definitely 100% gay,” he muttered to himself.

He knew he should greet her because he was technically going on dates with her. But she seemed to be distracted by something else.

He briefly asked her to save his spot in line, and headed to the bathroom.

He was gargling his mouthwash when he heard the door to the bathroom open again.

“If it was anyone but Rachel, they'd probably be pretty insulted about what you're doing.” Kurt commented lightly “As it is, she's making plans to write a song about the 'pain' of dating a gay guy.”

Blaine spit out the mouthwash with a blush. “I'm sorry I was such an idiot.”

“You're not the only person in this room who thought dating a girl could be easier.” Kurt conceded with a half smile.

Blaine tilted his head to the side in disbelief.

“Brittany, the blonde that was all over Artie at the party,” Kurt answered Blaine's unsaid question. “I thought it would help me bond better with my dad.”

Blaine looked at his hands embarrassed as he washed them. “I thought it might make my dad stop with his projects to make me straight.”

“I hope you didn't tell him about Rachel, Blaine” Kurt worried

“I didn't.” Blaine confirmed. “Rachel's better in smaller doses, I think.”

Kurt laughed quietly “Yeah. She really is.”

“She tried to convince me she would have done a better job than Ali MacGraw.” Blaine admitted shaking his head in disbelief. “Loudly. In the middle of the movie, Kurt! I refunded everyone's ticket, I felt so bad.”

“You'll learn to tune out her ego eventually.” Kurt smiled brushing a curl out of Blaine's face absently. Suddenly Blaine's words hit him. “Wait, you gave strangers money because Rachel was being loud?”

“Yeah. I tried to convince the projectionist to restart it at the point she started being too loud. But he said it would be too much effort.” Blaine explained.

“So let me get this straight, the projectionist wouldn't take your bribe. So you just gave it away to random theatergoers?” Kurt grinned, biting his lip so Blaine couldn't see him laughing.

“Of course not! I wouldn't bribe anyone. That's wrong!”

Kurt took Blaine's hand and lead him out of the bathroom, a fond amused smile cemented on his face. Blaine was just too much sometimes.

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When the strange Cheerleading Coach from McKinley said they needed to bring Sexy for regionals, Blaine knew he had some work to do.

What did sexy really even mean?

Would Adam Levine or Tom Ford be considered sexy? He might consider them attractive, but he never thought of doing any of the things his friends talked about when they used that word.

He decided a trip to the library was needed. He needed to crack the code if he wanted to sell sexy.

He'd learned his lesson about the internet very quickly after his second search lead him to straight porn. It was vulgar and he could have gone his whole life without seeing those parts of a girl. Just thinking of the incident made him shudder in disgust.

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He felt terrible after their performance in front of the girls from Crawford Country Day. He should've asked Kurt if he needed help before the performance. They could've practiced together! They should have. If only he'd thought ahead, Kurt wouldn't feel like he was completely clueless about what sexy meant.

He still thought it was a bit unfair of Kurt to dismiss penguins like that. As far a Blaine was concerned, penguins had it together. They found their soulmate and bonded! Some male bonded penguins even raised surrogate baby penguins together. There was even a kids book about it.

Regardless, They'd been at work trying to help Kurt find his sexy faces for over 20 minutes. But they all just looked the same to him. He told Kurt such.

Kurt blew up in frustration and before Blaine knew what was happening, Kurt was asking him to leave.

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Kurt probably would never speak to him again when he found out what Blaine had just done. He felt so guilty. But he had too! Kurt needed the education and if what Kurt said about watching those type of movies, Kurt wouldn't even think about finding answers on the internet again, just like him.

He was just thinking about Kurt's best interest.

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Kurt was still talking to him even after he'd been subjected to the talk from his dad. Blaine called that a victory. A huge victory he'd decided.

Kurt was...so cute recently. He didn't know what he'd do if he had to only watch from afar.

Sometimes he thought that might actually be better than the restraint he had to use to not just climb into Kurt's lap and take a nap. He settled for just leaning against Kurt's shoulder until the desire felt like too much. To make it worse, he'd never felt such a strong urge to sit on the floor at someone's feet as they read, than he did for Kurt. He'd couldn't remember the last time he felt so safe and loved from anyone but his own mother.

Not to mention he wasn't even dating Kurt. Doing something like that would probably scare him. It was obviously too intimate for the state of their relationship.

He didn't know what to do. He'd never really gotten to a point where he needed someone else to do the type of things his own mother did. Was he projecting his mom onto Kurt? Did he have some weird complex?

He really needed to hold Kurt's hand or to have Kurt kiss his forehead. He even wanted to just cuddle with him for hours at a time doing nothing else. Or kiss him for an undetermined length of time.

The last two threw him through a loop. What did it even mean? And why was he so jealous when he saw Kurt take care of Pavarotti? The adorable boy had even gotten him a Burberry-isc cage cover.

Blaine wanted it. Not the cage cover obviously, but the desire to mean the same to Kurt. For Kurt to buy him silly little presents just because. To be important enough to Kurt to deserve his gifts.

He really needed to know what was going on. So he decided to give the internet another chance. He wasn’t sure even how to start looking for a book.

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Sadness came with the death of Pavarotti. Kurt cried and sang Blackbird so beautifully. It took all of Blaine's self control not to crawl on his hands and knees over to Kurt and do whatever Kurt needed to make his pain go away.

Thankfully Kurt finished the song and took a seat next to him before Blaine could give in.

When he could finally tear his eyes away from Kurt, he looked around and noticed the rest of the Warblers looked impressed. Maybe he could use this as an excuse to spend more time with Kurt and let Kurt take his place as the rightful soloist of the Warblers.

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At the next Warbler meeting, Blaine said his piece and Warblers agreed to let Kurt duet with him. He had every intention to let it become a solo for Kurt, but his mouth wouldn't cooperate.

He hadn't seen Kurt since, despite Kurt's attempts to find him.

He was too nervous to talk to Kurt right now. It was one thing to serenade him or get him a solo, but a duet. That was very intimate. He'd only gotten through their first duet by thinking about how he needed to be perfect for his performance.

There was absolutely no way he could hide his feeling for Kurt this time. Honestly did he even want too?

He didn't have any indication if Kurt felt the same, but he could at least try.

But first he needed to practice his confession.

And a way to steer the conversation away from his feelings if Kurt said no.

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Blaine stood in the doorway watching Kurt for a minute as he tried to get up the courage to confess his feelings.

Why couldn't he have made his speech simple? Maybe an “I really like you, will you be my boyfriend” instead of Kurt moving him.

At least he'd convinced himself not to tell Kurt how he lived to follow Kurt's every commands and fall at his feet whenever Kurt wished. How he loved when Kurt absently fixed his hair or when they cooked together and Kurt complimented him for the simplest things. How he secretly wanted Kurt to punish him like he’d seen in a magazine Cooper sent to him trying to screw with him.

Kurt would probably be confused if he told him about the instincts that Kurt invoked in him. And Kurt would certainly be horrified if he told him about the last one.

Kurt wouldn’t understand it. He’d never really seen anyone else with that aspect in their relationship. In fact, most fought if there was even a chance one of them dared to order the other around.

Blaine took a deep breath.

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e)(o [exo ; Baekhyun ff]

Disclaimer: The characters used in my story are my own, however they are based on the exo members (look and character wise), meaning that if I changed the names, this fanfic could go through as a normal, completely made up story.

summary: Traumatic history has split up Chanyeol from his former spy team mates, who have never forgotten about him, especially not Baekhyun, who lost his soulmate over a tragedy that can never be forgotten. When Haven gets involved with them, and they find Chanyeol is in mortal danger, old trust needs to be rewon and new relationships are formed, all leading up to one question: How will they save both Chanyeol and humanity?

[mature content, possible character death] (spy!au) (+ lots of Chanbaek bromance)

wattpad (same story, without graphic sexual content in 1st chapter)

kpop masterlist

A/N: Please don't await a lot of action or drama in this first chapter, it's basically an introduction. I hope you'll still keep reading, because the drama's about to start soon (rip me)

[mature content in this chapter]

My eyes ran over the different brands of yoghurts, when they suddenly stopped on a familiar looking one. Those are the ones mom used to buy me as a kid. Well, I say mom, when she's not my actual mother. I don't remember my mom, and neither my dad. They died when I was around 4 years old. The woman I started calling my mom from then on was the one who took care of me ever since my parents got taken away from me. She wasn't the youngest, always polite, caring and supportive of me, yet I couldn't have brought myself to get too close to her. Nevertheless she was the one who had brought me up, given me a home and a safe surrounding throughout my childhood and teenage years. I would never forget about her, I would never stop being thankful to her.

I threw the cup into my cart. My eyes fell onto a packet of paprika flavored crisps next. Jenna, my best friend, loved those. But I had to leave her behind. We moved three times during my teen years, mom and I, because of her job. I never felt at home really, I never felt like I actually had one.

This would change now. I had graduated and after that mom had let me go, knowing as well as myself I hadn't felt happy where I had been at that time. After saying a painful goodbye I was finally able to look into my future, starting the life I desired, finding a place that felt like home to me and most of all, find happiness. The town was perfect. Not too small, my apartment was not far away from the city center, but also quite close to the calming forests that surrounded it. The job I had applied for was at an old bookshop and I was almost sure I would get it.

"May I help you?", a woman asked, flashing me a lovely smile. I snapped out of my thoughts.

"No, I'm fine, thank you!", I replied, wondering how long I had been standing there staring at a completely ordinary packet of crisps as if I had never seen something like it before.

On my way home I admired the little and bigger houses that filled up the streets, making it look like a beautiful, not too filled up place to live. As I later stacked the groceries into the shelves of my kitchen, my thoughts drifted off once more. I wondered if there was a night club or bar around. Since I had had to leave many people behind I was good at meeting new ones. It couldn't hurt to make some friends here, right?

At exactly 9 pm I stepped out of my apartment. My heels clicked on the floor as I strut down the street. I had paired them with a deep red dress that hugged my figure but wasn't too tight at the same time. After all I still planned to dance in it. My red lips curled into a smirk as I got closer to the city, spotting a couple of people leaning against the dark stone wall of a building. A neon sign signaled me the name of the night club and next to it was something that was supposed to resemble a cocktail. Although it might as well could have been one of my maths teacher's sketches of a triangle, but I quickly got rid of that thought. No more maths, that's what I had told myself after I had graduated. Loud music floated through the air coming out of the club, luring me closer.

I passed a very bulky bouncer who looked like he could kill you just flexing his arms and felt like I had just entered a whole new world. Before me, bodies pressed against more bodies, lights flashed in all colors, hell, there was even a second level, not less packed with people dancing and having a good time. I took the only way the mass of people allowed me to walk, which lead me directly to the bar, the young man behind the counter raising his eyebrows at me instantly. I did him (and myself) the favor of ordering a shot. The liquid burned as it made its way down my throat into my stomach and lastly, into my blood.

Smiling at the bartender one last time I made my way over to the dance floor, my body and muscles loosening up under the influence of the song that halled through the entire club. Everybody was dancing in their own way and no one judged them, everybody seemed careless and completely free. I swayed my hips in figure eights, my hands going up into the air, eyes closing for a couple seconds. Somewhere I heard people laugh and sing, but the only thing that really had me captured was one my favorite songs playing. It was a bit slower, allowing me to move my body with more control. When my eyes fluttered open again, they wandered over the dancing figures on the upper level. They instantly halted when they were met with a young man's. He was leaning against the metal railing, balancing a cup in one of his hands. His shoulders were hugged perfectly by a dark green leather jacket and I could make out his muscular thighs through his skinny black jeans. His dark silver hair reflected the colorful lights of the club, his eyes were staring at my dancing body intensely, a smirk playing on his pink lips.

I re-payed him with an innocent look, not stopping my dancing though. The young man licked his lips before swallowing what was left of his drink. Then, he turned away, leaving me in curiosity. Not a minute later I saw his face again, when he pushed his body through the sea of people, coming towards me. Now I was the one smirking, instantly grabbing his collar and pulling his body close to mine, the alcohol in my blood making the situation easier. His eyebrows raised and he grinned as if he tried to silently comment on my fearlessness of body contact. Our dancing began harmless. But our looks became more intense and our adrenaline increased, our bodies asked for more skin contact and a song later his thigh was between my legs, his hands on my lower back, pushing me against his body and his lips dangerously close to mine.

All of a sudden, all the people around us had seemed to disappear, the music sounded muffled in my ears and the only thing that was left on my mind was his gaze on me, the way he bit his lip whenever I ground my hips against his thigh and how his hands couldn't seem to stay still on one part of my body.

"Let's get outta here," he breathed against my ear, the music making it difficult to understand his husky words. I nodded at him and he intertwined our hands, guiding me through the dancing mass and out of the club. We made it about a hundred meters until he pressed me against the cold wall of a random building, almost knocking the breath out of my chest. Then he finally kissed me. His lips attacked mine rather aggressively, but they were soft and I found that they moved just in the right way. My hands tangled in his hair and his glided over my waist, getting closer to my chest. He tasted of alcohol and something else, which I couldn't make out, all I knew was that I felt myself getting more and more addicted to it. Until I realized we were still out on the side of a street. I pulled on his hair softly, detaching his hungry mouth from mine. The both of us were left breathing heavily.

"Come on," I claimed, pulling him after me, needing nothing more than to finally get behind closed doors. He got the message rather quickly, walking next to me. With every step we seemed to fasten our walk, despite having no actual destiny.

"I'm Suho, by the way," he said, while his arm snaked around my waist.

"I like that name", I smiled at him, "Mine's Haven," I replied, following his soft pushes as he showed me the way to his home, or at least that's what I assumed. We ended up on an impressive site, a small walkway lead us to a gigantic house, or should I say mansion? My mouth hung open. This Suho hadn't looked like the wealthy kind of guy but the sight in front of my eyes told me the opposite.

"Wow," was all that came to my mind in that moment, to which he simply replied by chuckling and claiming "I don't live here alone."

As he fumbled around with his keys at the massive front door my eyes landed on his shoulders, the fabric of his leather jacket only complementing them. I thought about running my nails over his back muscles as they flex under my touch. My fingertips tingled at the thought of it, as I got more impatient with every passing second. Slowly, my arms snaked around his waist from behind, ghosting over his tight stomach, feeling his body all the way down to the waistline of his pants. He sucked in a breathy chuckle at my neediness as he finally opened the door to his not-so-modest home.

It felt as if the closing of the door behind the two of us had flipped a switch and the previous hunger for each other returned, now being just about a hundred times worse than earlier. My tongue craved more and more of his taste, even when I was kissing him as if my life depended on it. His jacket flew off his shoulders, my shoes got lost somewhere on our way up a flight of stairs, and so did most of our clothing. I couldn't really make up more of our surroundings since my eyes were closed, my desire blinding all of my senses. By the time we arrived in his room I was left in my baby pink lacy underwear and him in his black pants, his bulge very prominent. I took the initiative to push his body against the edge of his bed, which was placed in the very center of his room, until he had no chance but to sit down. For the first time in minutes my lips left his, only to wander along his sharp jawline, down his neck. His head hung back, giving me more access to nibble on the soft skin, leaving a couple bruises. Damn, his neck was kissable. Meanwhile his hands went to squeeze my ass, pushing me tightly against his crotch.

His mouth left a couple small moans, before he let out,”You wanna ride my thigh, baby?”At his words the fire in the pit of my stomach seemed to fully ignite as I instantly placed my legs on either side of his left thigh, the thin material of my panties being the only thing separating my core from his black, skin tight jeans. As I began grinding my hips against his leg, my hands went to Suho's shoulders for support. At first his fingers fiddled with my bra, opening it in no time, then they flew to my hips, controlling how my center rolled against his thigh over and over, leaving me a moaning mess. The sensations seemed too much to handle when his almost perfect lips started kissing one of my nipples, then biting the skin on my boobs, the slight pain making me shiver in pleasure. I felt a wetness pool at my center as I moaned softly at the feeling of the rough material of his pants against my sensitive core. As I opened my eyes for a split second I saw him grinning at me, partly in pride, partly in awe. I let my hands run down his toned chest, over his abs and started fiddling with his black belt. In response, he just grinned even more.

“Shh, don't rush yourself,” he demanded, softly stroking the skin on my hips, still controlling their each movement, “We have all night.”

“Yeah? Well how come I'm almost naked while you still have your pants on? Who's rushing now?”, I argued playfully before kissing him again, biting his lower lip. He groaned at my actions, especially when he felt my hands finally succeeding in opening his jeans. Impatiently I tugged at them.

“Alright, you win,” he gave up and suddenly let his upper body fall backwards, the soft sheets catching him as he grinned up at me. With a smirk I climbed off his lap and wasted no time in peeling his pants off, his boxers following afterward. I licked my lips at the sight in front of me. Slowly, I crawled on top of him. My lips connected with the skin of his neck, where I left a few bites before licking down his chest kissing each of his abs. I heard his breath speed up with every inch my hungry lips moved further down his torso. I began with stroking his stiff member slowly, awaiting his reaction. He sucked in a breath and looked at me as if he was trying to beg me to hurry with his eyes. My lips wrapped around the tip of his dick, sliding my tongue over the slit before taking as much of him in mouth as I possibly could, my hand covering what didn't fit. As soon as I had started bobbing my head up and down rhythmically, Suho groaned loudly, his voice cracking a little at the end, giving me approval to speed up my actions. He didn't talk whilst I sucked him off, instead his fingers got lost in my hair, holding it out of my face as he eyed me, moans leaving his mouth along with irregular breaths. My hands were placed on his abs for support as his member almost hit the back of my throat a few times. In response he groaned loudly, cussing a little, which only motivated me. Now and then I hummed around his cock, sending vibrations through his body, making him shiver underneath my fingertips. After a while he pulled on my hair, signaling me to stop. He looked worked up, making me feel proud of myself.

“C'mhere,” he simply stated, lifting his body up so he was sitting whilst at the same time pushing me down, the feather-soft sheets embracing me in their warmth. I couldn't wait another second so I reached for the hem of my panties and got rid off them, making them land somewhere on the floor of Suho's room. My weight sunk slightly to my left as he sat next to me, his eyes running over my body just like they had back at the night club. He smirked as one of his hands stroked over my cheek caringly, his other hand creating a contrast as it slid between my folds, collecting my juices. I whimpered at the small contact, which really didn't satisfy me at all.He seemed to read my mind because his fingers became more rough, he added more pressure, paying special attention to my clit, making me squirm beneath his touch. After some time his middle finger slid into me earning another moan off my lips. My chest was heaving and sinking quickly, my eyes connected with Suho's. His look kept my eyes locked on his, the only thing separating them now and then being my eyelids, the pleasure getting too much to handle whenever he would curl his digits against my tight walls, going over my sweet spot. As his name fell from my lips, his hand on my cheek stroked me again.

“Just like that baby,” he breathed, as I felt him add another finger, my back arching off the bed in response. Clutching the sheets desperately, I felt myself getting closer and closer to my long-needed release. However, all of a sudden Suho slowed down before he disconnected his hand from my aching center. I sent him a look of anticipation, as he just caressed my cheek again.

“Now tell me...how do you like it, baby girl?” he asked, running his hands down my chest, playing a little with my boobs. My entire body felt like it was laying on a field of fire, the flames not fully touching me though, just enough to feel the unbearable heat all over me.

“You can be a little rough,” was all I managed to say, before I bit my lip, nearly drawing blood.

“Your wish is my demand,” he replied, smirking cockily again, “Turn around for me then, princess, would you?” Then he reached into his bedside table, I heard the foil of a condom wrapping ripping shortly after.My body reacted before my brain could and I had turned around in the blink of an eye, my cheek facing a silky pillow. His hands came down on my ass, massaging it before pulling my thighs apart so he could settle between them. He pulled my hips upwards so that my face was on the bed but my ass was in the air, held up on my already weak knees. My skin was covered in goosebumps as his cock ran up and down my dripping wet folds, purposely teasing me. I didn't want to do him the favor of begging so I just bucked my hips backwards, showing him what I wanted. Thankfully, he followed and pushed his hips against my ass, burying himself inside of me. He didn't let me recover for a second as he pulled out nearly completely, then slamming back into me. My body rocked against the comfortable mattress, unable to keep steady.

“Su..-ho...”, I exhaled between helpless whimpers of pleasure, his name from my lips only seeming to motivate the young man. His hands buried into my flesh, making sure I wasn't able to go anywhere, but not that I was planning on anyway. Over and over his cock brushed my g-spot, the flame in the pit of my stomach growing rapidly. With every thrust I felt him speeding up his actions, letting his body take over completely. He leaned his torso over my arched back, letting me feel his hot breath on my neck, one of his hands wrapping around it securely, making me move closer backwards, my back bending even more in response. At the same time his other hand slid to the front of my body, finding my center. As he rubbed quick circles on my clit, his grip around my throat tightened, not making much difference to my already unsteady breathing though. I lifted my upper body off the bed, my back now pressing into Suho's chest.

Dirty words and moans left his mouth as he pressed my neck against his shoulder, my ear right next to his mouth. His hips were moving more and more messily as time passed. I felt him twitch inside of me before his nails dug into my neck, his other hand not slowing down though. His moan was deep and raspy, but went higher at the end as he came inside of me, throwing me closer to the edge too. Carefully, his thrusts eased off, but my brain was fully fixed on his skilled fingers on my swollen clit.

“Don't stop, don't-”, I cried out, and he only intensified his actions, letting me fall over the edge. I grabbed his arm, stopping him from rubbing my over-sensitive clit whilst burying my face into the crook of his neck, taking in his smell I had grown so addicted to. His hands running over my body fondly made it easier for me to come down from my high. Only now I realized how tired my knees felt as I broke down, sitting in the middle of the sea of sheets. I wanted nothing more than to just cuddle up in those fluffy blankets and sleep away my tiredness, but I felt sweaty and like a mess in general, so I asked whether I could use Suho's bathroom, which he showed me whilst saying, “That was amazing.” I replied with a simple “Yeah it was” and smiled at him shyly.

Later I curled up under the sheets next to him, who had almost fallen asleep already. He only gave me a very tired smile and swung one of his arms around my waist, pulling my body into the warmth of his own. Now that's what you call a first day of my new life. ___________________

A/N: I started thinking of this story about almost a year ago and it feels so good to finally post it! For those of you who are confused about Suho, don't worry, this is a Baekhyun fanfic, this is just how the main character gets to know exo lol

#baekhyun #exo fanfic #baekhyun fanfic #suho smut #exo smut #baekhyun fanfiction #kpop smut #kpop fanfic

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Kurt’s blaine: Major Change

Summary: Kurt and Blaine navigate their relatively new D/S relationship, making mistakes along the way,

Takes Place between Discovery and Life and Love

Life: Discovery/ Life and Love

A New Life: (Mpreg part of verse): Sickness / Master of Arts

AO3 / FF

Elliott shook his head concerned as he loosened the silk scarf around Blaine’s elbow “You’ve got to always be aware of the pressure you’re putting on his limbs.” Elliott explained. “You might sprain or break something.”

Kurt nodded thoughtfully redoing Blaine’s arm the correct way, making sure this time it wasn’t as tight. “When are you going to show me how to suspend him?” His let his mind drift to the images he’d seen while he did research. He enjoyed imagining Blaine’s face on all the subs comfortable relaxed with their bodies supported by only rope.

“I’m not.” Elliott said amused. “That’s something you need to learn slowly. You’re just learning how to use rope. Imagine what would happen if you made a mistake with him up in the air. You could seriously injure him.”

“Oh” Kurt paused as all the images suddenly turned into an uncomfortable Blaine falling out of the positions. “We definitely don’t want that. Right sweetheart?”

“No Sir,” Blaine blinked contently from his position lying on their bed, his hands together as Kurt finished bounding them there. He’d spent most of the last hour silent, letting Kurt learn. He only objected once when Elliott first arrived, not quite ready to let anyone but Kurt see his body. Kurt had conceded that as long as it didn’t infer with their learning he could wear something comfortable.

They practiced a few other restraints with the rope before Elliott was convinced Kurt knew how to do them without putting Blaine’s limbs at risk.

“Do you want to try some pain play?” Elliott asked as Kurt helped Blaine out of the rope restraint he’d just finished.

Kurt looked at Blaine thoughtfully. “No, I don’t think we really discussed it enough. We’re still writing up our contract.”

“Oh?” Elliott asked in interest. “Does that mean you might still have a collaring ceremony?” He shot Kurt a disappointed look. “Because you didn’t even invite me to your Wedding.”

“Actually, Santana didn’t invite you. If I’d known, you would have been invited.” Kurt corrected with a grin and then curiously asked “What is a collaring ceremony?”

“It be kind of like a wedding in your case, considering you two are lifelong. But it’s what it sounds like. You’d be giving Blaine a collar, and he’d give you a cuff. You sign your contra-” Elliott started to explain, but Blaine interrupted

“I get to marry my Sir again? We could do it in Central Park and-”

“sweetheart, don’t interrupt Elliott.” Kurt chided absently, his mind rushing with the same thoughts Blaine expressed. It could be like a second wedding, and this time the focus would only be on them and their pledging to their lives to each other. And he’d get to even more blatantly claim Blaine as his, not only as his husband but as his sub. “Maybe. I’d like to do some research before I say either way.” Kurt finally answered.

Elliott gave him a knowingly amused look. “Well I’m sure you have a lot to think about, if we’re done here-” Elliott moved to get his stuff. “I’ve got a date in-” He looked at his watch “3 hours. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to leave you two to it.” Elliott winked as he left the room. Just as he got to the front door he shouted out “Have fun!”

“Could we, Sir? Please” Blaine begged moving to kneel at Kurt feet, the minute Elliott was gone. He gave Kurt the best puppy dog look possible.

“Blaine, I just told Elliott I’d think about it.” Kurt sighed “I really do want to do some research. I wasn’t even aware it was a thing”

“Okay. But I vote yes.” Blaine commented with a grin as he wiggled his hand up the front of Kurt’s shirt

“Noted.” Kurt smiled “But that’s not going to change my mind about doing research, sweetheart”

Blaine’s hand found their way lower trying to undo the buttons on Kurt’s impossibly tight pants. Suddenly Blaine found himself on their bed, pinned on his stomach with Kurt’s body pressed against him.

“That’s not going to change my mind. Don’t push it.” Kurt warned, his voice low in Blaine’s ear. It absolutely would change his mind. There was nothing like the afterglow of sex and with his sub wrapped up tight in his arms for Blaine to get exactly what he wanted. He just couldn’t say no to his beautiful sub. They both knew that well.

Blaine shivered in delight. He loved when Kurt took charge like this. He usually payed for it if he didn’t listen. But he couldn’t help but want to prolong it. Especially when he could feel Kurt’s wedding ring digging into his side. He loved the feel of it against his skin when Kurt decided he need a spanking.

All thought of what they were even discussing flew out of his mind. His only thought was how to get Kurt to want to give him a spanking. He couldn’t help himself when he spoke next.

“Fine! Maybe Elliott would do it since you're so-” Blaine started his tone bratty as he tried to wriggle out from underneath Kurt.

Kurt’s grip on him tightened for a moment as he sat up and pulled Blaine with him.

“What was that?” Kurt’s voice dipped lower

“Elliott would want to do it” Blaine crossed his arms defiantly

“Clothes off, now” Kurt commanded pushing Blaine slightly to the floor.

Blaine practically tore off his clothes in excitement, remember only at the last second to fold them and set them on a chair. He fell to his knees at Kurt’s feet trying to contain his smile over getting what he wanted.

“Get up” Kurt sighed as he walked away from Blaine. He knew his sub was enjoying this far more than he should.

Blaine scrambled after him confused. But Kurt pushed him away as he looked over the toys Elliott had left for them to practice with. Whips, No. He knew that required practice or he could seriously injure his sub. A Cane? He couldn’t imagine ever doing that to Blaine. Paddle? Kurt stopped. That had potential.

Blaine’s eye widened as he saw Kurt pick up a paddle. Hadn’t he just told Elliott they weren’t ready to do that? He’d thought he’d receive a spankings. But a paddle? Kurt had never used more than his hands before. The paddle seemed appealing, but he still found himself backing up and covering his ass with his hands.

Kurt turned around to find Blaine had made his way to one of the corners.

“Uh-uh. You get over here. You act like a brat, I treat you like one.”

“But you told Elliott-” Blaine started unsure.

“Nevermind what I said to Elliott. You get over here and and lay down with your ass presented like a good sub ready to receive his punishment.” Kurt said authoritatively pointing at their bed. “Like I’d let Elliott see this.”

Blaine did what he was told, his smile turned to a frown.

“You understand what you did wrong?” Kurt asked expectantly patting Blaine’s ass once

“I purposely tried to rush an important decision by trying to start sex?”

Kurt laughed “You did try to do that. But no.”

Blaine thought for a moment. What had he implied? He thought back, focusing on what was said over how he felt. Finally it came to him.

“I said I’d run off with Elliott because I wanted to provoke you.”

“And what are you?” Kurt asked eyebrow raised

“Yours. Kurt’s sub” Blaine said smile coming back slightly

Kurt could help but lean down and kiss Blaine’s shoulder. “That’s right, sweetheart. And don’t forget it.” When he straight up his voice became more serious. “Safeword?”

“Green”

With Blaine’s confirmation Kurt started. He landed the first blow directly on the crack of Blaine’s ass. Blaine cried out in pain, but didn’t safeword so Kurt continued.

“You are mine.” The second landed on his left cheek.

The next on the right. “Only mine”

“My sub” It landed directly on Blaine’s sit spot

“My husband, My blaine”

He sprinkled the blows across Blaine’s ass for another 4 blows as he got distracted by the red marks forming there left by the paddle. He delivered 5 more blows, appreciating the design the paddle left on his perfect sub’s ass. Too focused and turned on at the state of Blaine’s gorgeous ass to realize what he was doing.

“KURT!” Blaine finally got his attention having rolled away only seconds before when he realized Kurt wasn’t actually paying attention to the punishment anymore. His face was streaked with tears. He wiped them away hoping Kurt didn’t notice quite how much he was crying.

“Blaine?” Kurt dropped the paddle in shock on the bed where Blaine used to be. “I didn’t even- Oh god. Did you safeword? I didn’t even hear you.” He willed his erection to go away as concern flooded through his body.

“No, no. It’s okay.” Blaine reassured thinking twice about sitting down next to Kurt. “I figured the scene was probably over when you started muttering about all the things you plan to do to my ass instead of what you normally do. And it did kind of hurt.”

Hurt was an understatement. Kurt did not know his own strength with that thing. He wasn’t sure the next time he’d be able to sit normally. It hurt worse than the first time they tried bottoming from the top in high school and he fell off Kurt and the bed.

“I’m so sorry honeybee. I guess I should have waited for Elliott to try any of those toys.” Kurt apologized reaching forward to pull Blaine into his arms.

Blaine thought quickly knowing how much pain he’d be in if he sat in Kurt’s lap. Even if it was one of his favorite places. He pulled Kurt over into his arms instead, resting his head against Kurt’s shoulder.

“Could we go eat?” Blaine asked trying to diffuse the situation. The pain he could deal with. Having his Husband and Dom ashamed of himself? He didn’t like that at all. Kurt should never be ashamed of himself for something Blaine more than asked for. “I made food before Elliott came over.”

“No, no. I’ve got to tend to you first.” Kurt objected. He moved to turn Blaine over so he could take stock of anything Blaine needed him to do.

“I’m fine, Sir. I promise.” Blaine stopped him hugging Kurt closer so he couldn't turn him completely over.

He was not fine. But he could handle it. He just really wanted to distract Kurt from their scene. It was his fault. He should have safe worded. He could deal with the repercussions himself.

“Okay, I guess we could go eat food. It is about dinnertime.” Kurt leaned closer kissing his forehead, then pulled himself and Blaine up from their position on the bed.

They made their way through their apartment, Blaine dropping to his knees without being asked. His need to give into his submission overpowering his want to not let Kurt see his ass. When they reached the kitchen Blaine strategically made his way over to the oven for their food. He made his way back to the table setting their plates down. He thought better to not take a seat at the table and instead kneeled next to Kurt putting his head in his lap.

Kurt instinctively ran his fingers through his sub’s hair, tugging gently on Blaine’s curls. “Sweetheart, why are you all the way down there? Come sit down and eat.”

A thrilling thought occurred to Blaine “I want you to feed me.” A shiver of delight ran through his body at his own words. He’d thought about it before, even wanted to suggest it a few times while eating. But he’d never asked Kurt to feed him. His Dom already did that with his medicine, which did bother him at first. But to do it with food. His Dom in complete control of what entered his body. That sounded amazing.

“Really sweetheart?” Kurt wondered. He’d read about Dom’s doing that for their subs. But he didn’t really think Blaine would enjoy that. He’d been irritated enough when Kurt told him that he’d be controlling his medicine back when they first started learning about Dom/sub relationships.

Blaine responded to Kurt’s question by opening his mouth expectantly.

“If you’re sure, sweetheart.” Kurt spiked a piece of melon on his fork and then delivered it to Blaine’s mouth.

Blaine exaggeratedly moaned as he chewed it making Kurt laugh.

“I know your cooking is good, but it's not sex noises good, sweetheart” Kurt smiled

“It is when I’ve got my own personal demigod feeding it to me.”

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine’s comment feeding his sub more. He continued feeding himself and Blaine until both their plates were empty.

“Such a good sub, sweetheart. Eating everything I give you and not complaining when it took a bit longer for me to feed you.”

Blaine preened at his words, nuzzling his face against Kurt’s thigh

Kurt waited till Blaine looked back up at him to hand him their dishes. He watch Blaine carry their dishes over to the dishwasher, never turning away from him.

“How about some Netflix and cuddle?” Kurt smiled feeling content. He hadn’t realized how therapeutic feeding his sub could be. He still felt bad about earlier, but Blaine seemed no worse for wear. Blaine had been asking for it anyway.

He saw Blaine open his mouth to say something, but stopped him. Blaine had been half hard for awhile now. He’d only gotten harder while they were eating “All in good time, sweetheart. We might have to get one of those rings from the shop Elliott showed us, if you keep it up. You are the one who wanted this.”

Kurt saw Blaine’s cock noticeably twitch at his words.

“We’re going back to the shop?” Blaine asked clearly excited. “I saw few I liked there. I just didn’t want to show you in front of Elliott.”

“We’re going back to the shop” Kurt confirmed. Sometimes he wondered if all subs were as sweet and horny as his Blaine. “Now come on. I think I saw Kinky Boots on our recommendations.”

Kurt left their kitchen and went into their living room. He waited for Blaine for a minute, then looked back and saw Blaine hesitating in the doorway.

“What’s wrong, honeybee?”

“I love you, Sir” Blaine bit his lip.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Kurt smiled fondly. “Now get your cute butt over here”

Blaine moved quickly to take his place against Kurt as the little spoon. The minute his ass touch their sofa he cried out loudly. He tried to cover it up with a cough. But Kurt knew something was up.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Kurt’s eyes narrowed. He grabbed Blaine’s waist flipping him over and gasped horrified as arousal shot through his own cock . “That is not any definition of fine, Blaine Devon!” Tears built up in Kurt’s eyes ashamed. “Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad? I’m so sorry.”

Kurt got up quickly and grabbed some ice packs from their freezer. He wrapped them in a towel and brought it over, placing them on Blaine’s ass.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kurt demanded a few tears leaking out of his eyes as he stubbornly ignored his own cock growing to attention.

“It’s okay, Sir. It’s my fault. I should have safe worded.” Blaine explained his voice low in embarrassment.

“You should have, Blaine” Kurt told him distractedly “But this wasn’t your fault at all. It’s mine.” He straightened the magazines and remotes on their coffee table. “I can’t believe I did that to you.” Kurt wiped the tears out of his eyes as he fluffed their couch pillows. “I can’t believe you didn’t even tell me.” Kurt paused. “Wait, is that why you wanted to kneel on the floor instead of sitting at the table?”

“Yes” Blaine admitted. “But I’ve wanted to do that for weeks. I just wasn’t sure if you’d like it.”

Kurt took a deep breath as he fixed the pillows on their couch. “I turned your ass black and blue, and you felt you couldn’t ask me for something?” Kurt sniffled wiping even more tears away “I’m really doing a bad job being your Dom, aren’t I?”

“No, No. Kurt. You’re doing an amazing job. It’s me.” Blaine reassured. “I’m not being your good sub.”

“Okay, I’m going to have to stop you right now, sweetheart.” Kurt sighed deeply. “You need to stop blaming yourself for everything. You didn’t do anything wrong. Except maybe not tell me about it”

Blaine shook his head in disagreement.

“I’m serious. You need to stop putting all my needs above your own. If you're hurt or sick or in need of help, you’ve got to tell me. You’re on medication for a reason, Blaine. To help stop all those bad thoughts and your instinct to blame yourself. Promise me you’ll tell me, sweetheart?”

“I promise” Blaine sighed a little insincerely.

“When we write up our contract, it’s going to be in there. So you better get used to it.” Kurt guaranteed “And if you don’t object I think I’m going to stick to my hand from now on. I don’t ever want this to happen again.”

“Unless I’m really bad” Blaine supplied

“No” Kurt disagreed

“Now that there’s ice, it doesn’t seem nearly as bad.” Blaine pouted. “And I actually like it. It makes me feel completely owned.”

“Are you sure you're okay, sweetheart?” Kurt asked allowing his arousal to become obvious.

“I’m okay, Sir.” Blaine confirmed. “I’ll just sleep on my stomach tonight. It’s just like the first time we tried me on top of you.”

“That’s not very reassuring, Blaine. If I remember correctly we both thought about taking you to the emergency room for that.” Kurt told him drily

“Thank God we didn’t” Blaine muttered, he happened to look down at Kurt and raised an eyebrow. “Speaking of sex, I think you aren’t quite as upset as you claim to be.”

“I’m still upset” Kurt blushed “I’m just appreciating the pattern.”

“Yes, the pattern, Sir” Blaine teased wiggling his ass invitingly.

"We are not having sex right now.” Kurt objected not quite believing it himself.

He stood up quickly after a minute of ignoring his sub, who was blatantly trying to put himself on display “In fact I’m going to go get our lotion. I know I still have some of that bruise lotion from when I was in the hospital.”

Blaine let himself fall back on their couch in defeat replacing the ice packs. He’d been trying to tempt Kurt all day. Ever since he told Kurt he liked it when he was told when he could come, Kurt had lessened the times he’d allow it. It been 2 days already! And they had a lot of sex. He hadn’t realized how hard it would be to let Kurt control his orgasm.

When Kurt returned, he set a few different lotions on their coffee table.

“This one really helped with the stinging.” Kurt explained as he took a seat near Blaine’s ass and removed the ice packs. He started to apply it and Blaine sighed in relief at the cold feel. He relaxed contently as Kurt massaged the lotion all over his ass. “Now this one helps with any heat.” Kurt continued “And this other is for itching.”

Blaine relaxed even further as the lotions help relieve some of the bruising pain that he’d held back from his Dom earlier.

“Feels better” Blaine confirmed.

Kurt nodded with a tiny smile and leaned in to whisper in Blaine’s ear. “I’m going to let that do its work for a few minute. Then I’m going to fuck you over this couch until you're begging to come. And we’ll have to see if I let you.”

Kurt sat back up again acting innocent like he couldn’t feel Blaine getting harder against his thigh. “Do you need anything sweetheart? Maybe some juice?”

“No thank you, Sir” Blaine wiggled excitedly

“How is NYU going?” Kurt shook his head at Blaine’s excitement. He was insatiable. They’d had sex twice before they even got out of bed this morning.

Blaine bit his lip before answering “It’s going well.”

Kurt raised his eyebrow. “Well?”

“I’ve made some friends. But…” Blaine trailed off

Kurt looked at Blaine questioningly.

“I don’t want to to tell you because you’ll want to discuss it and then you won’t fuck me.” Blaine pouted

“Are they as competitive as Nyada because I know that really bothered you.” Kurt worried ignoring Blaine’s concern.

Blaine had a tough time at Nyada do to how cutthroat most of the students were. It would be a shame if Nyu was just the same. He’d been so excited that he’d gotten in.

“No. It nothing like that.” Blaine assured “I just think I want to change majors.”

“Change Majors?” That shocked Kurt. “Why?”

“I- I happened to walk by a class during one of my breaks and I ended up listening to all of it and was almost late to Dance.” Blaine explained unsure how Kurt would feel about it. “It was a psychology class. They were discussing how music can help people like those with neurological issues to just children in general. And I thought that sounded amazing, I could be helping people by doing what I love.” Blaine continued explaining “And I know we’re supposed to become Broadway Stars together, but you’re the shining star, I’d just pale in comparison.”

“Oh honeybee. You're a shining star.” Kurt told him with a grin. The thought of Blaine with kids helping them through music was adorable. And it felt like it was meant to happen “But I think you should. I think you’d be much happier learning how to help people, than with all the divas double crossing each other for a role.”

Blaine beamed. “ I think so too.”

“You’d be like a real Patch Adams” Kurt teased “Dancing and singing around a children's ward helping them handle their illnesses.”

“Well I can’t say for sure who I’d be helping.” Blaine admitted “There’s so many people out there who need it. I could end up singing in a coma ward.”

“And your beautiful voice could be the first thing they hear in years as they wake up” Kurt gushed staring fondly down at his sub, his heart burst with love over his sub’s dedication to people.

Kurt knew he loved the stage. Blaine admitted once that it helped quell his submissive tendencies, given the praise he received. And to give that up to help people, Kurt couldn’t help but be a little surprised.

Blaine blushed at Kurt’s praise about his voice.

“God I love you so much, sweetheart. My sweet considerate sub.”

That only made Blaine blush harder “I love you too, Sir”

Kurt sighed to himself. He couldn’t fuck Blaine like this. Before it was pure lust and want. But now Kurt wanted to make love to him soft and slowly.

He took Blaine’s hand gently pulling him up. Blaine objected when he lead them away from the couch

“I thought we were going to-” Blaine pouted thinking Kurt had forgotten

“Come on, honeybee. I haven’t forgotten.” Kurt lead them back to their bedroom

Kurt wrapped Blaine up in his arms and kissed him soft and slowly, taking his time ravishing his sub.

Note: Reviews and Kudos make me very happy.

Also writing sex scenes is hard. My asexual brain struggles with them so much. So sorry for the lack of that.

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