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euphoricfilter · 2 years

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Helping Hands || Min Yoongi

Pairing: Caretaker! Yoongi x Kindergarten teacher! Reader

Genre: Fluff || Smut || Strangers to lovers || Non-idol AU

Summary: Yoongi always had a knack for fixing things, and with producing getting him nowhere, he ends up working for the school his long-time friend Seokjin, teaches at. With his new job, he meets you, and although your first encounter hadn’t been the best; at least not in Yoongi’s eyes, he could have never guessed how your relationship would bloom. And Yoongi gets to show you his hands can do more than fix your faulty heating.

Word Count: 13.3k

Tags/ Warnings: fluffy, smut in the forms of: oral (f. receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, protected sex (because that’s cool), they hold hands while they fuck, boobie play, squirting, boyfriends taekook, namjoon is a bit of an ick.

Notes: this idea was derived from a tiktok, but the original creator has deleted the video :’( but the idea of someone having a crush on you and helping fix up your classroom was too endearing to pass! when i thought about writing this i didn’t think it would be very long, and i thought how on earth am i meant to write a decent story from this vague-ish concept but here we are 13k words of two people falling in love. considering i’ve never had a s/o i don’t think i did too bad… but maybe this is just what i want from someone i like even if the idea of becoming a teacher makes me want to hurl. if there's mistakes, no there isn't.

edit: the tiktok that inspired this fic! thank you @devilonmyshouder for finding it! my savior 🥲

<3 <3 <3

“Have you asked for her number yet?”

“What?” Yoongi releases a long sigh, head turning so his eyes can meet Seokjin’s, who had a sly smile pasted on his annoyingly handsome face. And it’s at times like these where Yoongi wonders why he still puts up with Jin’s bullshit.

“The kindergarten teacher you’ve been staring at since we sat down” Jin points out, watching you as you laugh with a few of your co-workers on the other side of the cafeteria; in perfect eyeshot from where Yoongi sits.

“No? Why would I do that?” said man asks, stabbing a piece of meat with more force than it deserved. Yoongi has to will himself to not let his eyes wander back in your direction; like hell would he give Seokjin what he wanted. Yoongi doubted he had enough patience stored up to deal with the impending teasing that his long-time friend would surely thrust upon him if he were to prove his point correct. Plus, he was nothing more than being a little intrigued by you.

“Because you clearly like her” Jin tuts.

“Do not”

“Do too. You can’t deny your little crush. I’ve seen the way you look at her” Jin exasperates, flinging his arms above his head dramatically, catching the attention of a few other teaching staff scattered across the growingly scarce cafeteria.

Yoongi cringes, eyes squinting in distaste at his friend’s flamboyant antics that seemed to always garner the eyes of everyone around him. But Yoongi supposes with Jin’s face, it shouldn’t come as a surprise the attention always seemed to be on him, even if he was acting somewhat civilised. Yoongi had never thought of Jin as more than a friend, even if he did swing both ways; but, he could see why Jin’s face had such an appeal, even Aphrodite would have a run for her money if Jin were to rock up in those times, stealing the attention all for himself with his aggravatingly perfect face.

“It’s not a crush. This isn’t high school Hyung” Yoongi grunts, shoving his lunchbox back into his bag. Uncaring as he squashes a banana, already a little too overripe for his liking anyways.

You’d have to pay him millions before he dared touch the cafeteria food, in no way, shape or form would he risk growing a third arm from the slop they served. It’s offensive they had the gall to call it food, let alone serve it to the poor children. And he swears he saw one of the chefs spit in the pasta once, he doesn’t care if it adds flavour.

Now, Yoongi didn’t like children. Not in the slightest.

Thought they were disgusting, foul little creatures that had no sense of personal hygiene or self-awareness. With their sticky hands and voices that carried across miles, everything about children made Yoongi recoil.

And that may leave you wondering why on earth is Yoongi working in a school?

Money. That’s the simple answer.

Yoongi had a knack for fixing things, he’s good with his hands (interpret that how you will). And he really needed the money. His little ‘side hustle’ of producing only made him so much money, and as inflation increased, so did Yoongi’s bills, and slowly he had started finding it a little harder to pay bills and food for not only him but Holly; his cute little dog that he refused to believe wasn’t a puppy any longer. Jin had argued that Yoongi spoiled his dog, buying premium food and overpriced treats, but Holly only deserved the best.

Therefore, the job had to change and not his dog’s nutrition.

So, when the same Seokjin who complained about his pampered pup, had told him about the open position in the school he worked at, Yoongi was sceptical to say the least. He’d dropped out of college after a semester, taking on shoddy part-time jobs to pay for his producing equipment and clearly that had only brought him so far. So he couldn’t see any good reason to waltz back into a school.

Not only that, the thought of having to share space with tiny terrors for hours a day, 5 out of 7 days a week, the offer didn’t seem all that worth it. Until he saw the salary.

Not only was he now making 10 times more than he had been, basically teachers wages (still not enough but better than nothing), he got his own little office in the far end of campus, so he wouldn’t have to interact with any sticky babies and loud-mouthed teens unless absolutely necessary.

With his shiny new office, secluded from the crowd of teachers that gathered at lunch, Yoongi had zero intentions of sitting in the crusty cafeteria; even if his Jin Hyung had begged him for the first two weeks of his new job, to come and sit with him and his other teacher friends. He’d never enjoyed everyone gathering in one place to eat, crowds of people sounding more like squawking birds than hushed chatter that always ended up in arguments.

That was until Yoongi had met you. And suddenly the cafeteria seemed like the only place he wanted to be.

Pretty you who looked like a goddess among humans. Even with the splodges of paint staining your dress, and snotty babies clinging to you like nothing Yoongi had ever seen.

Yoongi had only been working at the school for a month, the start of the school year rolling by quicker than he had initially anticipated. And before he knew it, two weeks had passed by; and that second week on the jobs was when he had first ‘met’ you.

‘Met’ was generous. It was more a brief encounter where Yoongi couldn’t get the words off his tongue quick enough and had been left dumbstruck. Worried he had scared you off with how rude he must have been. You’d strutted out of your classroom, a model among the little children waddling behind you like little ducklings would their mother, hot on your tail as you led them to the bathrooms.

Yoongi had been fixing one of the fan units in the hallway, and you’d politely smiled up at him, making sure none of the children would knock the ladder Yoongi had been stood on, worried their little bodies would bulldoze into the wonky frame and Yoongi would be sent flying. And although that would make a memorable first impression, Yoongi didn’t want to be rushed to hospital with a concussion and his pride bruised.

‘Good morning’

Two simple words and Yoongi felt as if his heart would implode; he felt silly, coughing, and then only managing a curt nod as a reply, words sticky on his tongue like taffy. Clogging his throat as he holds his breath momentarily.

You see, Yoongi was prone to worrying, anxiety always laying under his skin like an itch that he could never get rid of, irritating but part of his life whether he liked it or not. And that night he’d laid awake, worried he hadn’t made a good first impression, scaring you away when he hadn’t even gotten the chance to learn your name.

And sure, he could have asked Jin, but that man had enough blackmail material already; he didn’t need to know about Yoongi’s budding interest in the pretty kindergarten teacher. If he hadn’t embarrassed himself enough then Seokjin surely would.

To Yoongi’s surprise you hadn’t seemed too offended by his reply, or lack thereof, as a week later you’d greeted him during lunch; even going as far to hold the door open for him as he languidly wandered into the cafeteria, in search of Seokjin.

This time Yoongi felt a little more prepared, muttering a short ‘thanks’, small smile stretching onto his lips as he points it in your direction. He doesn’t wait for your reply, legs already pulling him out of what could be another embarrassing encounter, a little disheartened that the day he finally decided to eat with the rest of the staff (secretly hoping to see you), your encounter had been so brief.

Yoongi’s easy smile however, remained throughout the course of lunch, heart fluttering like little butterfly wings locked in the cage of his chest; and if Seokjin noticed his friend’s flushed cheeks he chose not to say anything.

The caretaker thought he was sly with his little crush, never mentioning you to Jin, only stealing short glimpses of you from across the cafeteria, that short half an hour a day enough to recharge his motivation to continue this job. And he has the gall to be surprised when Seokjin finally decides to bring it up.

“Might want to hurry up, Jungkookie might beat you to it” Jin calls out, and if Yoongi hadn’t seen a few kids running around the area, he would have flipped off the elder. But Yoongi does nothing more than wave him off, and he may have been worried if he didn’t know Jungkook was already seeing someone.

That someone being Kim Taehyung, the high school art teacher, who occasionally sat at their table at lunch. Most of his time hauled up in the art rooms where students were welcome to work during the lunch hour.

Yoongi wasn’t one to stereotype but Kim Taehyung was the very definition of eccentric art teacher. Style a little unusual, paintings so abstract Yoongi felt like he was on acid while trying to decipher the meaning.

He had seen how Jungkook looked at Taehyung, the little galaxies that shone in his eyes when he looked at his love, where each star represented one thing that Jungkook adored about his boyfriend, his gentle gaze enough to show the absolute adoration they held for one another.

Yoongi had complained, telling them to get a room on more than one occasion when they’d decided to lick into each other’s mouths during afterschool dinners. But truly he was happy they had something so precious, a love like a warm hug, infinite trust between the two of them; something that Yoongi secretly yearned for.

More often than not Yoongi felt a little misunderstood. He never meant to come off as cold or disinterested, he liked the silent company of a person as much as he enjoyed his time alone, you didn’t have to always be talking; silent comfort of another person enough for him.

Yoongi didn’t want to come off as rude, he just didn’t know what to say sometimes, happier to prove his love with acts of service than empty words that even he doesn’t know the meaning of. He doesn’t want to come off as unapproachable, but when you’re tired from work and lacking the energy to act like a ray of sunshine, much like the physical education teacher, Hoseok, Yoongi could only wallow in his own self-pity some nights. Wondering why only a select few seemed to enjoy his company, or why so many romantic relationships have been washed down the drain.

As the first semester of school progressed, the weather had started to get colder, autumn slinking by before anyone could comprehend the unusually warm summer.

Kids starting to layer uniform, and teachers turning to the heaters to defrost their fingers as they arrive early, grass still dewy with air that nips at your skin like little needles.

Yoongi jolts up from his seat at the gentle knock of his office door, his feet flying off the desk from where he’d been resting them; worried that it was his boss coming for his usual weekly check-up.

However, Yoongi was pleasantly surprised to find you stood in his doorway; soft-looking sweater cocooning you in its warmth, nose tinted red from the frosty morning air, tips of your fingers barely peeking out from where you try to warm them up from the confines of your sleeves. And it takes all Yoongi’s will, not to tell you he had more ways than one he would love to heat you up (though he supposes he should take you out on a date before that).

Yoongi thinks you must have been sent from the sky, pretty, even in the dim morning sunlight, kissing your skin like Yoongi would if you would let him.

“Good morning” you smile, nose twitching at the strong scent of coffee that permeates the air of Yoongi’s office.

“Morning. Can I help you?” Yoongi asks, leg bouncing up and down anxiously. He has no time to curse himself for how blunt he must have come off, tone anything but inviting, before you’re opening your mouth to answer him.

“Yes actually. The heater in my classroom isn’t working”

Yoongi nods, pushing himself from his seat, ignoring the piping hot coffee he was moments away from drinking as he picks up his little toolbox that sat beside his desk.

“Lead the way” he motions out of the room, not daring to make eye-contact with you; worried he were to drown in the depths of your eyes, calling him in like a siren would with song.

He watches your back as you walk him to your classroom, fingers itching to hold your hands, help you warm them up as the stupid heater in your classroom couldn’t do its job properly.

Yoongi didn’t exactly know what he expected your classroom to look like, never working up the courage to peek inside and take a look into such a large part of your life.

The flurry of colours was expected, paintings from what he assumes to be your classes over the years hung on the wall, with paints and pens stacked on short shelving by each wall of the room.

Your desk sits at the front of the room, little trinkets lining the edges, papers covering the surface like a blanket. And Yoongi has to stop the smile from pulling at his face from how disordered you are; just like him. And he can somewhat appreciate the beauty in the mess of your classroom, it showed it was loved, enjoyed by more than just the small group of children that spent nearly every hour in here every day, loved by you who clearly spent time lining the walls with letters and drawings all addressed to you, carefully printed and cut letters of the alphabet climbing the walls like vines and fairy lights hung like tree snakes lounging on a branch.

“This one over here” you point to the heaters under the window, and Yoongi cringes at the cool air that caresses his cheeks as he stalks the length of your classroom. Nipping his cheeks like little jaws trying to pull apart his skin.

As he kneels down, pulling his glasses from the front pocket of his hoodie, he takes a closer look at the pipes connected to the main framing of the heater. Yoongi tries not to pay attention to you as you shuffle through the mountain of papers on your desk, he tries not to focus on the way you bite your lip; the little devil that rest on his shoulder whispering for him to just kiss you.

Yoongi distracts himself with your heater, fingers a little shakier than usual as you wander around the room, picking up pots of paints off the shelves, brushes stored in separate drawers and laying them all on the little tables, perfect for the little toddlers you taught. Chairs so small they must have been the first bear’s that goldilocks had thought were too uncomfortable to sit on, they sure looked it; no amount of colour enough to mask the hard plastic they were made of.

Yoongi frowns when he finds the problem with your heater, somehow a bolt had gotten loose; he can only assume one of the children had fiddled with it. Little fingers always having to play with something, another thing he hated about kids. If it’s not meant to be touched, then don’t touch it.

He pulls a spanner out of his toolbox, fingers skimming over a screwdriver. He looks over at shelving unit by the heater, screws glimmering in the slowly growing sunlight that climbs its way over the top of the neighbouring school building.

And that same little devil on his shoulder whispers something a little naughty, something Yoongi knows he shouldn’t do. And maybe Yoongi was a little bit of a hypocrite, after just saying kids shouldn’t touch everything, but the screws looked so shiny, so inviting, a little accident that means he may get an extra half hour with you.

He peers over at you, sat at your desk, typing something on your laptop. And decides that what’s the worst that could happen? He quickly tightens the loose bolt to your faulty heater, turning the knob on the side just in case before he scoots his way over to the shelf that had been holding the paints you now had on the table.

He licks his lips, sucking in a sharp breath before he unscrews a few nails. Silently praying the shelf can hold up until he leaves the room.

You stay none the wiser, typing away on some blank document from what Yoongi can make out. He tucks his glasses back into the front pocket of his hoodie, dusting off the imaginary dust that clung to the knees of his jeans before he’s clearing his throat to catch your attention. You startle, eyes wide when they meet Yoongi’s, who thinks you look a little like a puppy caught doing something they were told not to.

He stifles his laugh, coving it with a cough, “Your heater should be working, I turned it up a little so the room should heat up quicker” he explains, motioning towards the offending object. Your shelves staring at him, and Yoongi worries you can see the guilt swimming in his eyes.

You nod, pushing yourself from your seat, you bow a little in thanks, “You’re the best” you grin, and Yoongi can feel his heartrate pick up; cheeks dusted in rosy red.

You were so pretty.

+ + +

Yoongi waits all day, ears perking up when footsteps echo down his end of the hall throughout the rest of work. Begrudgingly helping a few other teachers that seemed to have had heating problems in their classrooms too; a common theme it seems.

Or, the occasional pitter patter of kids running down the hallway like a heard of wild animals during breaktimes, or teens sneaking off to the bathrooms where they liked to make out, or a few other things if their dishevelled uniform meant anything as Yoongi wandered around for his afternoon walk.

He tries to spot you at lunch, his mood only souring when you never walk into the cafeteria, your melodic laughter not gracing the usual grating sound of stressed teaching staff, that all seemed to have a passion for complaining about their jobs.

Jin had tried to cheer him up, offering to share his homemade lunch just to get even a hint of a smile out of Yoongi, and usually the caretaker would love to bless his tastebuds with actual decent food; but it seemed nothing, but your pretty smile would suffice to sate his grumpy mood.

The minutes before the home-time bell slowly creep up on Yoongi, and on most days he would be ecstatic that he could finally escape this hellhole. He never understood why teachers would willingly return to the place that is designed to fuck over students; especially when the pay isn’t all that great. And most of them seemed to despise their jobs anyways.

Even after the bell rings, startling Yoongi from his own little reverie, he remains sat at his desk; a little quiver of hope still left inside of him that you would be stood in the doorway of his office once more.

He thinks it must be a daydream when you show up, unable to properly comprehend that you were once again stood before him. That would be the second time in one day.

He isn’t at all surprised when you give him a sheepish smile, “Do you have any spare screws? It seems my shelving has broken”

And a small flame of guilt licks at Yoongi’s heart and mind, but the pretty smile that stretches onto your lips when Yoongi only lets out a little laugh, picking up his little toolbox, is enough to expel any of his worries.

He once again gets to stare at your back as you walk back towards your classroom, pretty sweater still veiling your body; and Yoongi licks his lips at what you could be hiding underneath the layers you wear.

A blink of an image flashing behind his eyes of you sprawled across the sheets of his bed, his head tucked in-between your thighs. He knew he’d get addicted to your taste, surely with such a sweet voice, all of you must be just the same. Your arousal thick like nectar on his tongue as he pushes you over the edge to your own pleasure.

“Mr. Min?” you wave a hand in-front of his face.

Yoongi blinks, “Sorry?” he coughs, heat creeping up his neck, pinching the tips of his ears.

You point towards the mess of your bookshelf, paint pots and art supplies scattered across the floor from where the shelf had caved in on itself. A mound of mess that you would now have to tackle once Yoongi acts as your saviour; a dark knight that had secretly put you in this messy situation.

“I was putting the paint pots away when it sorta of just… collapsed”

Yoongi lets out a grunt of understanding, that same guilt from earlier tickling up his spine as he looks over the huge mess you’ll have to clear up once he fixes your shelving. He shouldn’t have taken those few screws that morning and should have just worked up the courage to ask you out instead of making your day harder. But he supposes what is done is done and now he must fix his selfish doings.

You remain sat at your desk, finger scrolling through your phone as Yoongi rummages through his little box of screws.

His fingers dip into the pocket of his jeans, shiny steel nails pricking the tips of his fingers.

“Do you need any help?” You startle the caretaker, worried smile on your face as Yoongi picks up a few of the fallen shelves.

“No, it’s alright” he waves you off.

“Would you like something to drink then?” you ask.

“Black coffee is fine, thanks” he shoots you a quick smile, gums on show.

Yoongi doesn’t notice the bristly heat that burns the soft skin of your cheeks as you wander towards a cabinet in the back of your classroom. Rummaging for the granulated coffee that a few of your co-workers stored by your kettle. Not your first beverage of choice but a few of your friends took advantage of your little drink station.

As the kettle boils your water, Yoongi can see you intently watching him from the corner of his eye; and he feels his palms get clammy from your attention set so closely on him. He would have compared your eyes to those of a hawk if you hadn’t been so utterly soft; tempting Yoongi to wrap you up in his pocket and dote on you.

“How did you get so good at this?” you wonder aloud, awe evident on your face as Yoongi easily slides a shelf back into place.

Yoongi pauses, “Honestly I’m not sure. Guess I’m just good with my hands”

Your tongue peeks out to wet your lips at that; body jumping when the little click of the kettle finishing boiling. You whip back around to finish Yoongi’s drink, said man finding it hard to stop a little smirk from tugging at his lips at your flushed cheeks, pretty even painted in red.

You place a rounded pink mug on the windowsill by where Yoongi is working, and he mutters a quick thanks before he’s focusing back on holding the panel of wood back into the right place, silver nail balanced between his lips.

“I never got your name” Yoongi says when you take a seat at one of the student’s tables, warm mug of hot chocolate heating your cold hands up.

“Y/n” you tell him, “And you are?” you ask, only knowing of him by his surname.

“Yoongi” he tells you, pushing himself up with the help of your now sturdy shelf.

You push yourself up from the desk, placing your cup of drink down before you start picking up the scattered art supplies. Yoongi follows, tucking his screwdriver into the back pocket of his jeans as he picks up the paint pots that brought him back into your room. The vibrant colours glaring at him; a reminder of his sins.

“You don’t have to, Yoongi” you tell him, but said handyman ignores you; brain replaying how nice his name sounded when it came from your lips, dipped in sweet honey, addictive in the way that makes Yoongi want to beg you to say it one more time. Something about your voice enchanting, pulling him closer like a snake charmer does a snake with its pipe.

Instead, he brushes you off, “I’ve stayed this late, what more is a few minutes?”

Your nose scrunches at that, “Sorry about that”

+ + +

“Have you asked for her number yet?” Seokjin asks.

“What?” Yoongi feels a sense of déjà vu as he sits in the corner of the cafeteria, you sat at another table with a few other teachers. Though today you seem more focused on your lunch than any of the baseless chatter the others on your table seem to be immersed in.

“You stayed after school with her, had dinner together after that and you still haven’t asked for her number?” Jin gawks.

“No?”

“Min Yoongi” Jungkook shakes his head, “Ask the poor woman on a date or something”

“What if she was just being polite?” he asks the youngest, chewing at the skin of his bottom lip.

“She must be interested; she went out for dinner with you after you’d fucked up her shelves”

Yoongi’s head snaps in your direction, worried you'd somehow heard Jungkook, “She doesn’t know that, keep it down”

Jungkook snickers, “Seriously, ask her out. Otherwise, someone else might” he nods in the direction of your table, a stupidly handsome male laying his hands on your shoulders. Green jealousy bubbling inside of Yoongi as he just watches.

You turn to look up at him with a smile, grateful as he places a bag on the table in-front of you.

Yoongi narrows his eyes, “Who the fuck is he?” he tuts.

“Kim Namjoon, works in the high school”

“Cute dimples” Taehyung pulls out a spare chair beside Jungkook, leaning over to lay a wet kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek.

Yoongi grunts dramatically pushing himself from his seat. His hands slam onto the table, “You guys are going out tonight, right?” he turns towards Jin who only nods, confusion evident on his face.

Yoongi storms over towards the table you’re sat at, and as he draws closer, he can only wonder where this burst of confidence came from; ignition slowly burning to nothing but warm embers as he pushes one foot in-front of the other. But when he makes eye contact with slimy looking Namjoon, a cursed smile being shone his way Yoongi’s anxiety seems to be the least of his worries.

“Y/n” he calls you, endeared by your wide eyes that flit to meet his own, happiness enveloping your eyes as you look up at him.

“Yes?” you stand when Yoongi makes it to your side, still having to stare up at him from beneath the veil of your eyelashes, ones that Yoongi finds very pretty.

“We’re going out for dinner tonight” he throws a thumb over his shoulder towards his table of friends, Taehyung waves, boxy smile an attempt to placate your worries, “And I was wondering if you wanted to… wanted to come with us?”

Yoongi knows you must be able to see the unease that swims in his eyes, and he worries that maybe he looks a little desperate, stalking towards your table unannounced; but with your small group of co-workers all staring at him like he’d grown a second head, he’s seconds away from scuttling out the cafeteria.

“That would be lovely, Yoongi” you smile.

“I’ll meet you at the gate after school?” he asks, eyes brightening in hope. You nod and Yoongi has to bite his lip to stop the huge smile that threatens to pull at his cheeks.

+ + +

“I swear he isn’t always like this” Yoongi shakes his head, turning his attention to look at you.

“I think it’s amusing” you turn towards your new friend, wincing when Seokjin, who had previously been dancing on a chair, falls onto a table. Both your eyes snap towards the eldest of the group, trying to gauge if he was okay or needed immediate medical attention.

Yoongi supposes the alcohol coursing through Seokjin’s veins was enough to help him stagger to his feet like he hadn’t just body slammed into a table, and Jungkook has to wave off a worried bar tender who had already pulled his phone from his pocket, moments away from calling for an ambulance.

Taehyung scans Jin’s body, trying to figure out if he had a concussion or not. And Jungkook tries to ask his hyung if he remembers who he is.

“This isn’t what I imagined dinner to be” you turn back to Yoongi who elegantly brings his glass of whisky to his lips, somehow looking like royalty in such a grimy bar, tucked away in an alleyway.

He hums, letting his taste buds soak in the refined flavour of the liquor before he answers you, “Me neither. Usually, we go to that shitty Italian place down the street”

“I like it there!” you exasperate, “Their dessert is really good”

“I don’t like dessert”

“What?” you breathe, “You devil, how could you not like dessert?”

Yoongi snorts, a little unattractive on his part but he couldn’t help himself, “Why stuff yourself more when you’ve just had a meal?” (Maybe you liked to be stuffed, but you thought it was a bit too soon for that conversation)

“Because you always have a second stomach for dessert” you tell him instead, “Honestly I got that vibe from you”

“What vibe?”

“Dessert hating vibes, I knew the moment you told me you liked black coffee, with no milk, no sugar that you were a dessert hater” you explain, dramatic shake to your head.

“I’m not a dessert hater, doll. I just have priorities”

“Really bad ones. I refuse to accept any dessert slander”

Yoongi opens his mouth, eyes widening a little in shock when you place a finger over his lips, “Uh uh” you shake your head.

Yoongi laughs at that, tongue poking out from between his lips to lick your finger. You recoil, nose scrunching at Yoongi who only laughs. (He had always preferred his own fingers in other people’s mouths, never really enjoying them in his own).

“Okay, lovers, we’re going home” Jungkook pushes between yours and Yoongi’s seats, “Jin’s about to pass out and I’m moments away from leaving him on the streets”

Both you and Yoongi turn to look over at Taehyung who holds up a very wobbly Seokjin, and you nod in understanding. But Yoongi feels his heart sink at the thought of having to go home already, he had started to enjoy your company, slowly peeling back each layer of your very being.

“I’ll walk you home” Yoongi places a hand on your shoulder when the five of you make it out of the bar. You nod, giving Jungkook a quick hug before he helps Taehyung lug their friend home.

You and Yoongi walk in silence, nothing uncomfortable; just the two of you basking in the company of one another.

Yoongi startles a little when you take a sudden hold of his wrist, “Yoongi, let’s go there” you pull him towards the familiar, drab Italian restaurant that he’s spent way too many weekends drinking in.

The lights at the front blink, bare wires hanging on for dear life to keep the neon lights hung about the windows of the restaurant. The fluorescent light momentarily blind the both of you as you wander inside.

Yoongi makes no fuss as you pull him into a booth by the window, encouraging you even, by handing you a menu. You flip it open, “My treat” you say, ignoring Yoongi as he opens his mouth to argue.

“You can treat me, next time”

Next time.

You wanted to see Yoongi again. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through him, making him that little more delusional that you could feel the same about him as he does you.

“Fine” he drawls, motioning for a waiter to come to the table when you drop the menu with a little smile.

“Did you really have to order only dessert?”

“I got you black coffee as well” you argue, “if you don’t like them, then I’ll eat it”

Yoongi tuts, watching as the waiter brings over your tray of treats. More sugar than the mad hatter had at his tea party balanced on one rusting metal tray.

You wiggle happily in your seat, and Yoongi turns his head to look out the window, coving the blush that coats the skin of his cheeks in dusty red; and Yoongi wonders if this is what falling in love feels like, a new addiction worming its way into his heart. And Yoongi worries he won’t be able to stop himself, fingers itching to feel this again even if it’s only one more time.

“I got you tiramisu, because it tastes like coffee” you push the small plate towards him, eyes wide with wonder as Yoongi take a fork from one of the napkins, everything he does fascinating you as he holds himself with the grace and dignity a lot of people aspire for.

He awkwardly takes a forkful of cake, worried you were scrutinizing him for not eating this right. What if he hated it? And you got offended? What if you were turned off because he didn’t like the same foods as you? Is it a red flag to not like sweet things? God, Yoongi would shovel this cake into his mouth if it meant you’d give him a smile.

Yoongi thinks you must be able to read his mind, “You don’t have to like it” you remind him, picking up your own fork as you pull a plate towards your body, excitement of a child in your eyes.

+ + +

“What are you doing for Christmas?” you ask, turning towards Yoongi who dips his paintbrush into the can.

“Probably spend it with my dog” he shrugs, rubbing his gloved hands across his sweats, hoping to warm them up a little.

“You have a dog?” you gape, “Why didn’t you tell me?” you sulk.

Yoongi had told you he’d noticed the paint on your heaters chipping, a potential fire hazard (or so he claims), and that he would repaint them for you with heat safe paint. You’d nodded, offering to help him during the weekend, He’d shrugged, telling you it was your choice, that the room would be cold as you couldn’t paint on scorching hot metal, but you’d only giggled, telling him to pass his phone so you could add his number, and that you’d see him tomorrow. And Yoongi had felt dizzy when you’d brushed him off, determined to meet him that weekend and help.

Now he finds himself with you, both bundled up in coats, and woolly gloves to keep the both of you warm as you paint the morning away. The morning birds haven finished their songs for the day, probably ready to eat as lunch neared, afternoon sun squeezing minimal heat into the classroom through the windows.

“Do you have any plans?” he asks, foot tapping anxiously on the floor.

You shake your head, “I usually visit my parents, but they said they’re sick of white Christmases. So, my dad whisked them off to some tropical island until the end of February when it gets a little warmer”

“You didn’t want to go?”

“It’s not that, I just have a job, and I wouldn’t be able to stay all that long with work chasing me during the holidays”

Yoongi hums, “Want to spend it together?”

Your eyes widen, turning towards Yoongi who continues to paint, acting as if he hadn’t just offered to spend Christmas with you.

“Huh?” you breathe, “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude”

“On what? Me and my dog? Jin Hyung usually stops by, but I think he secretly has a girlfriend because for the last two years he drops off some cookies and then rushes out the door, without his obligatory kisses”

“What about Jungkook and Taehyung?”

“They spend the holidays together, probably fucking. They can’t keep their hands to themselves” you giggle at that.

“They’re cute” you tell him, happy smile pulling onto your face as you recall the ‘dinner’ you’d had together a few weeks ago. And how much Jungkook and Taehyung seemed to be drawn to one another; you think they must the definition of love. Just pure, unadulterated love between the two of them. Two little lovebirds who are mates for the rest of their lives, always drawn to one another.

Jin had showed up to your classroom with a box of chocolates to apologize on the following Monday, babbling how unprofessional the whole encounter was. You’d waved him off, inviting him for coffee or tea during break times if he ever needed a breather from the swarm of students that always seem to gather outside his office door. All hoping to spend a little more time with the good-looking language teacher, innocent crushes pushing them to work hard in class.

He’d thanked you. Apologizing once more before he’d scuttled away with a sheepish smile plastered on his face. Late for a meeting he had with the head of department, and he had already missed the meeting the month prior.

“They’re cute when they’re not sucking each other’s tongues” Yoongi grunts, nudging the sleeve of your jacket so it wouldn’t fall into the pan of paint, worried it wouldn’t wash out from your sleeves.

“Let them be in love” you whine, wiggling a little in place, “Could you imagine loving someone like they do?”

Yoongi shakes his head, “Never been in love”

“Really?”

“I mean I dated in high school but nothing close to love” Yoongi turns towards you, “What about you?”

Your cheeks flush, “I’ve never uhh—I’ve never dated. Like at all”

Yoongi blinks, “Not even that smarmy dick?”

“Who?”

“Kim Namjoon or whatever his name is?”

Your tongue wets your lips, and then your eyes widen, “God no” you let out a long breath, “He asked me out last year and I said no. Why on earth would a high school literature teacher ask me out?”

“Because you’re pretty?” Yoongi replies, avoiding eye contact by mixing the paint a little.

“That’s shallow of him” you scoff, “He’s a narcissist anyways, I would never be as good looking as he believes himself to be” you tell Yoongi, and the caretaker wants to bash his head against the table behind him with how oblivious you are.

“That’s shitty” Yoongi agrees, though he feels his heart constrict. Didn’t you know how perfect you are?

“You know he told me I should have studied for a more sophisticated profession, and asked why I wanted to work with kids below the age of 15” you frown, “I thought that was a little mean, so I told him to go fuck himself”

Yoongi laughs at that, “I always see him near your table at lunch”

You hum, nodding—“He’s been trying to win me over with cakes and cookies, I only smile so I get free stuff out of him”

“So, you’re leading him on?”

You drop your brush into the paint pan, “Is that what I’m doing? That’s really shitty” you look at Yoongi with guilty eyes.

“I guess if he’s a bad man then it’s a little more forgivable” he gently places his paintbrush beside your own, “But he doesn’t deserve you if he’s an asshole”

You nod at that, small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

+ + +

“Please Yoongi” you tug on the sleeve of his jacket, trying to veer him towards the ice rink.

He only grunts, “I don’t skate”

“But it’s Christmas” your shoulders fall, and Yoongi feels as though he just kicked a puppy with your sad pout.

“Fine” he takes your hand, pulling you towards the old woman at the rental booth.

Yoongi can’t help the laugh that bubbles up his throat, having just watched you fall onto your bottom only minutes after getting onto the rink.

“Hey!” you point an accusing finger at him, “It’s not funny”

“Just a little, darling” he tries hard to stifle his laugh, but fails miserably when you try to push yourself to stand; stood more like a new-born doe who hadn’t grasp the concept of walking yet.

Yoongi misses the devious smile on your face when he bends down to help you stand, your cheeks warming at the pretty smile the caretaker had, warm like a spring afternoon.

“When you offered for us to go skating, I thought you’d be good at it”

You cross your arms over your chest, instantly regretting the sudden action as you wobble. You let out something akin to a squeak when Yoongi takes a hold of your arms, helping stabilise you as your stomach tenses.

“My little deer” he laughs, hands skimming down the length of your arms to hold your hands.

You feel heat creep up your neck, burning the tips of your ears; feeling some relief knowing that your nose and ears were already red from the cold, so you only bite your lip, trying not to let your shuddering breath become known to Yoongi.

He, however, sees your eyes glaze over, something he hadn’t seen from you yet. And it only feeds into his little fantasy of you sprawled out across the sheets of his bed, his name clinging to your tongue, dripping like sweet honey as you beg for more. More of what? He has yet to decide. He’s imagined eating you out, sure that you’d recoil, shy, when he tries to go down on you. He wonders what you’d look like, bouncing prettily on his cock, begging for him to help you, legs shaking as he pounds into you, if your moans would be as soft as your voice, if you’d try to cover your mouth with your hands.

Yoongi coughs, bringing his attention back to you who wobbles, another attempt to skate towards him on your own. This time, Yoongi is ready when you stagger forwards, holding onto your waist as you tumble into his chest.

“Sorry” you whisper, “I don’t think I’m very good at this”

Yoongi laughs, “Nothing a little practice can’t fix”

+ + +

“Merry Christmas Yoongi” you beam, handing him the neatly wrapped gift, little cats printed on the paper.

“Merry Christmas” he takes you hand, pulling you into his warm apartment, heat enveloping you, cleansing you from the toe biting cold of the outside world.

You startle at the wet nose that prods your bare fingers, gaze flitting towards the floor where the fluffy little dog sniffs at your clothes, a cute puff of brown.

“That’s Holly” he tells you, placing your gift underneath the small tree into the corner of the living room beside the one he had bought you.

You crouch down, scratching Holly under the chin, giggling as the excited dog circles your legs.

You wander into the living room, not so subtly peeking at Yoongi’s home. You liked it; it was cosy, and ever so Yoongi. You take a seat on one of the couches, Yoongi following suit once he’d turned the tree lights on, green like vibrant dragonflies dancing from branch to branch.

“I hope you’re okay with takeaway, I looked up how to cook Christmas dinner online, and it’s a little too advanced for me”

You smile, “Don’t tell my mother, but I’ve never been a fan of Christmas dinner”

“Perfect”

“You make music?” you gawk, “That’s so cool”

“It’s a nice side hobby I suppose” he shrugs, not delving into how deep his love for music really is; he knew that if he started, he wouldn’t know when to stop. A little too passionate about his producing than he would like to let on, the last thing he needed was for you to leave when he was enjoying your company.

“You’ll have to show me one day” you tell him, nudging his shoulder as you sit beside one another. Knees pressed snug, body heat warming one another up.

Yoongi picks up another slice of beef, placing it on your plate, “maybe” he shrugs.

“You’re very secretive” you point out.

“Private”

You hum at that, “That is a good trait. More for me to uncover”

“Yeah?” he asks, smile tugging at his lips, “What are you trying to uncover”

Yoongi doesn’t miss the as your eyes flit down his body, straying a little at the waist band of his sweats before travelling back to his lips.

“Everything” you tell him honestly, and he can see the naked emotions that swim behind your eyes; raw need.

“I suppose you should get started then” he whispers, eyes flicking between both of your own.

“Right now?”

Yoongi nods, turning his body to face you; his hand coming to cup your cheek. You close your eyes, low moan reverberating up your throat as Yoongi presses his lips gently against your own. And as cliché as it sounds, Yoongi thinks he hears fireworks somewhere in the distance, lips tingling with want as he feels the warmth of you pressed along the length of his body.

Yoongi drinks in every little sound you make, spurring him to deepen kiss, his tongue flicking to part your own. As you both pull away, Yoongi leans in for a quick peck to your lips before he falls back into his seat.

“I guess I also have a lot to uncover, huh?” he whispers, fingers tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “I really like you Y/n” he admits, hands clammy as he gauges your reaction.

“I really like you too” you tell him, and Yoongi smiles at the red hue that coats your cheeks; he can only imagine his match your own.

+ + +

“We should totally go on a double date” Taehyung grins, arm wrapped around Jungkook’s shoulder.

“We’re not dating though” Yoongi grunts, leaning back in his seat. His gaze flits over towards your table of co-workers, you more focused on something on your phone than what they were gossiping about.

“You went on a date, spent Christmas and New Year together, kissed, confessed and you’re not dating?” Jin gawks, astonished by what he was hearing.

Yoongi had asked after your little Christmas escapade, if you wanted to spend New Year together as well. He took you out for lunch, and then the two of you milled around a little market on the outskirts of the city. He’d met a few of your students, their happy smiles when they spotted you, warming Yoongi’s heart. And God forbid he didn’t hate children as much as he used to. (They could be cute sometimes, but only when it comes to you.) As well as conversing with a few parents, more than a few commenting on how cute you and Yoongi were together.

Nothing much more than kissing had happened, and you’d found the excuse for a few more kisses when you’d spotted little brushes of mistletoe hanging from the market huts, left over from the Christmas market that plagued the streets only weeks prior. And who was Yoongi to deny tradition?

The two of you had sat on a hill on New Year’s Day, Yoongi with his coffee, and you with piping hot, hot chocolate, both a little hung over from your little festivities the night prior (with a kiss when the clock hands struck midnight), and the both of you talked about the future. Your individual futures, and the future you want to have together.

You’d both agreed to take it slow, neither of you needed to rush into this relationship. You both knew you liked each other, that much had been established, and there was a mutual understanding that you had all the time in the world to learn more about each other before defining your relationship. You both understood what you had was exclusive, but neither of you felt labels were necessary. The unnecessary shadow that would loom over your shoulders, creeping up on you until your relationship evidently crumbles under the pressure of societal labels and standards of what a ‘good’ relationship is.

“So what?” Yoongi turns towards Jin, “We’re taking it slow”

“Slow my ass, you both act like you’ve been in a long-term relationship”

“Do not” Yoongi argues, feeling stupid that his reply had come off so juvenile.

“Yeah?” Seokjin challenges, and Yoongi knows he shouldn’t take the bait.

But he does, “Yeah”

“Whose lunchbox is that then?” he points at the prettily wrapped lunch that sat before you on the table. New shiny bento box that Yoongi had ordered online especially for you, with enough layers to make sure you would eat a nutritional lunch. With how many sweets you ate, Yoongi worried you spoiled yourself, so he took on the role of your chef; making sure you were eating healthier.

Yoongi coughs, “Mine. What are you gonna do about it?”

“Tease you” Jin laughs, pushing himself from his seat when Yoongi shoots him a hard glare. Waving at the small group before he makes his descent back to his classroom, a small group of students having filled in what was meant to be an easy lunch.

“I think you’re doing great, Hyung” Jungkook soothes, smiling over at Taehyung who nudges his side.

“Kookie is right, you don’t have to rush into these things. As long as the two of you are happy, that’s all that counts” Taehyung nods.

“Plus, Jin Hyung is definitely projecting, he’s hiding someone. I just know it” Jungkook nods, head falling onto his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Yoongi!” you call as you skip towards his lunch table, perking up at your voice.

“Yes?” he pulls out what was once Jin’s chair, pulling you to sit beside him.

“What do you think about these for Holly?” you shove your phone into his face, “I really like the blue one” you mutter.

“They’re lovely, doll” he smiles, taking your phone so the bright screen wasn’t blaring in his eyes, the images more of a blur of colours, messily mixed like paints on a pallet.

“Personally, my favourite is the purple one” you scroll down when Yoongi places the device on the table. He looks down at the little sweater you have on a website that specialises in dog clothes.

“It’s cute” Yoongi agrees.

“But Yoongs, Holly would look good in like red or something” you sigh dramatically, prominent frown pulled at your pretty lips, begging Yoongi to kiss it away.

Yoongi scrolls up, eyeing the other dog clothes they had on the website, “Why not get both? One for you and one for Holly” he shrugs, “There’s still a few weeks left of winter”

You nod, small smile now tugging at your lips and Yoongi feels somewhat accomplished. He ignores the intruding stares of his two friends sat across the table, kicking Taehyung’s shin when he opens his mouth to surely make a comment on Yoongi’s somewhat soft behaviour. Emotions on display for everyone to see.

“Okay!” you push yourself to stand, “I’m going to find my credit card” you announce and Yoongi grunts at that.

“I’ll pay” he also stands, but you push him back into his seat, shaking your head.

“No, you won’t. It’s my gift”

“Doll” Yoongi stares up at you, and he thinks he sees a crack in your resolve. He smiles when you cover his eyes with your hand.

“Don’t look at me like that” you whine, skin prickling with goosebumps when Yoongi skims his fingers down your arm, blindly seeking out your touch.

“Like what?” he asks, teasing lilt to his tone.

“Like you can tell me what to do”

“Is that so?”

You pull your hands from his eyes, frowning down at the caretaker, “I’m leaving” you tell him.

“I’ll take you out for dinner then” Yoongi calls when you turn away from the table.

“Okay!” you call over your shoulder, “text me later” you wave at him.

Yoongi turns towards Jungkook and Taehyung who have two annoying smiles plastered on their faces.

“Neither of you say a word” he points between them, “Not one”

+ + +

“Y/n!”

You startle, Yoongi using his hand to cushion your elbow before you could whack it on the edge of the table.

Both you and Yoongi turn towards where the honeyed voice came from, and Yoongi let’s out a low grunt when Namjoon saunters towards the table you’re sat at.

Yoongi had asked you out on a little coffee date, nothing too fancy, something to help the two of you wind down from another hectic week of work.

Yoongi had bought you a cake, getting the one that had little cat ears cut from sugar paper, and got himself a black coffee. You got sweet tea, and then you told him everything you’d been up to, talking of parents that had given you gifts at the start of the semester, and that you’d have to give him one of the funnier mugs for his coffee in the morning.

Everything was serene, perfect even. And Yoongi couldn’t have asked for anything more. His favourite girl by his side, with a perfect cup of coffee. Until Kim Namjoon decided to ruin his good mood.

“Namjoon” you greet, empty smile being thrown at the high school teacher.

“Fancy seeing you here” he laughs, inviting himself to your table. Taking a seat opposite Yoongi. Said man places his hand on your thigh gently, silent reassurance that he is there for you just in case this unplanned meeting goes south. And as much as you wanted to tell him to go away, you knew you would see him around work and the last thing you needed was an awkward encounter in the halls, you could feel your skin crawl at the thought of it.

“Yes, funny coincidence” you squeeze out, turning to look at Yoongi who gives you a curt nod.

“And who’s this?” Namjoon motions towards Yoongi, acting as though he was the one who had just barged into his café date. Eyes narrowing in slight distaste.

“Her boyfriend” Yoongi tells him, smug smile unmissable when Namjoon’s smile drops.

He turns to look at you, as if asking for confirmation. You nod, only deepening Namjoon’s frown. Yoongi’s fingers tighten on your thigh, and you feel a dull throb between your legs when he does, squirming a little in place, and if Yoongi notices, he doesn’t make it apparent.

“I didn’t know you two were—” he wags a finger in your general direction, “a thing” he finishes, the words leaving a bad taste on his tongue.

“Not everyone drones on about their relationships, Namjoon” you point out, finding it hard to fight off the smug smile that threatened to show. You see, Namjoon had a track record of bragging about his escapades, either it be a quick fling with a woman who worshiped the ground he walked on (his words, not yours), or short-term relationships where he would boast about every detail of his sex life. Something you had no interest in.

“If you’ll excuse us, I was enjoying my date” you motion to Yoongi beside you, a bored expression taking over his features.

“You heard her” he adds, motioning for Namjoon to leave. Translation: Fuck off.

Yoongi thinks he sees the tips of Namjoon’s ears flush red, slithering its way down his cheeks and neck, and Yoongi feels his heart swell when you lean against his shoulder; Namjoon glaring at the two of you as he stands up.

“Boyfriend, huh?” you ask when Namjoon is out of your general vicinity.

Yoongi turns to look out the window, his silent wish of you not bringing that up clearly not being heard by some higher power.

“Only if that’s okay with you” he mutters.

“Is this you asking me out?” you laugh, head falling backwards, and Yoongi turns, wanting to catch your smile.

“Y/n?” he calls, hand coming to hold your cheek as you tilt your head back down to look at him.

You hum.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

+ + +

“Okay!” Seokjin claps his hands, “News for this week. Yoongi first”

And all three pairs of eyes land on the caretaker. Now that the weather had started to warm up a little, the sun no longer shying away behind fluffy, cotton candy clouds, lunch times were spent behind the school. Away from students, and the beady eyes of other staff that had a habit of eavesdropping on everyone’s conversations. And then before you knew it, the whole faculty knew about your secrets.

Yoongi places a hand on his chin in thought, “I helped Y/n build a new desk for her classroom and put up some new blinds that she bought. Oh...” he drawls, “And she’s now my girlfriend”

Seokjin’s jaw drops, and Yoongi wants to make a snide comment, being cut out by a loud gasp from his hyung. Jungkook and Taehyung laugh from their spot opposite Yoongi, nodding their congratulations as Jin pinches the bridge of his nose.

“And you didn’t think to text me?” he mutters, mock offense lacing his tone.

“What about your partner Hyung?” Jungkook prods, not missing the wide eyes of the eldest.

“How did you know about that?” he whispers, leaning across the table.

“You were kind of obvious” Taehyung placates, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“So? Who are they?” Yoongi prods, having waited years for his friend to finally spill the beans on this secret relationship he’d been trying to hide (and clearly failed).

“I met her in the town over, she already has a kid, but the father left. We’ve been taking it slow, but I really do like her” he admits, and Taehyung can’t help the mushy smile that takes over his features.

“On the topic of children…” Jungkook trails off, giving a look to his boyfriend, who only nods in encouragement. “We’re planning to adopt”

Yoongi’s eyes widen a little in surprise, it’s not as if the two hadn’t fiddled with the idea of adopting; he just never expected it to be so soon.

“Oh my god” Seokjin cried, “I’m going to be an uncle”

“That’s a really big decision” Yoongi nods, a small smile toying at the edge of his lips.

“It is” Taehyung agrees, “But we both have stable jobs, and a home. Neither of us plan to go anywhere anytime soon”

“What about the wedding?” Jin asks.

“A wedding can happen any time. We both know that we want to spend the rest of our lives together, so there’s no rush really” Jungkook shrugs.

“What about you Hyung? When are you getting married” Taehyung points his attention towards the caretaker.

“He only just asked me to be his girlfriend” your arms wrap around Yoongi’s neck, leaning down to press a featherlight kiss on his cheek.

Yoongi scoots over to make room for you on the bench.

“Not with your friends?” he asks, hand coming to rest on your thigh as you pull your own lunch (courtesy of Yoongi), placing it onto the table.

“Nope” you shake your head, handing him a neatly cut triangular sandwich, “Namjoon came over, so I lost my appetite” you tell him, and he hums in understanding. Muttering a short ‘bastard’ under his breath.

+ + +

Perfect didn’t seem like the right word to describe your relationship with Min Yoongi. It was beyond anything you could have ever asked for. Something that not many people had during their first relationships; trial and error finally pulling you down the path of your soulmate. However, you seemed to hit the jackpot, first try.

Before you knew it a year had flown by, memories floating by like the wind would, caressing your cheek in the morning on the way to school. Days merging into weeks and weeks into months. And even with a mush of weeks and days, Yoongi always made you feel the most special, like you were the only one he had eyes for.

Yoongi had never been the most vocal man, but you’d learnt that he loved you all as much. He would pack your lunches in cute little boxes, and on Friday’s he would slip a little note into your bag with plans for the weekend or a shopping list so you could both wander around the supermarket as soon as the home time bell rigs. He would come to your classroom after school with cold drinks in the summer and overly sweet hot chocolate in the winter.

Although he would never admit it, he really did like the tiramisu from that shitty Italian restaurant at the end of street, and he thought it was ridiculous how many dates the both of you had spent in there. He’d voiced out a concern one evening, you sprawled across his bed like a dream, with your favourite candle lit, and Holly filling the gap between your bodies; he worried he wasn’t doing enough. You had told him you really didn’t care, as long as you were together, even lounging in bed for the day made you happy. And as if to prove a point, you and Yoongi had spent the whole day in bed together, binging your favourite shows (amongst other things).

You walked around fair grounds together, shared secrets between kisses, and it was the small things that he would do for you, that reminded you that Min Yoongi really did love you. Like washing your face of an evening or picking up snacks from the convenience store because he knew you’d ran out.

You remember the evening he opened up about his music, not just a silly little hobby like he had initially told you. He told you about how cathartic it was for him to produce. He showed you notebook upon notebook of lyrics that he had written from his teens through to his adult years; a little window into the man you were dating.

You know he likes dogs more than cats; you know he adores Holly. You know he hates sweet coffee, the bitter taste on his tongue somewhat of a comfort for him. You know he liked to stay home rather than melt within a crowd of rowdy people. And if the two of you ever found yourself trapped with too many sounds and too many bodies, Yoongi would place his hand on the back of your neck, reassurance that he was still there, helping ground you from all the overflowing number of stimuli that were trying to scratch at your brain.

Min Yoongi liked to cook, liked to experiment in the kitchen and he loved it even more when he could cook for you. He liked watching your face light up when you liked something, he liked the way your nose would scrunch up in that cute way when a taste was unfamiliar or too bitter.

Yoongi liked the curtains in your apartment, thin in a way the sun would caress your skin as it woke before you. As he would lay there, fingers trailing over the naked skin of your back, loving the way you’d slowly start to become conscious of the world around you. And the smile that would stretch onto your face, unconditional love mingled with tired eyes as you woke up to the sight of sleep roughed Yoongi first thing in the morning.

Yoongi liked the winter more than he did the summer. Maybe it was because that is when he first worked up the courage to talk to you.

Yoongi liked wearing the colour black, something so simple but looked so good on him. He, however, adored when you’d wear colourful shirts, dresses that complimented the tone of your skin, and he thinks if he were to turn this into a metaphor, you were the one who finally brought colour into his monotone life. An endless cycle of loneliness that he hadn’t realised he was drowning in before he had met you.

Yoongi liked that when you had moved into his home, small parts of you leaked into his, your, living space. Canvases of unfinished paintings, and photos from your childhood. His closet was no longer half empty, overflowing with a concoction of both your clothes. Odd pieces of furniture that you hadn’t wanted to let go of now filling the gaps of his once arguably scarce apartment.

Min Yoongi loved you.

He loved everything about you.

He loved how kind you were, patient in a way that only a kindergarten teacher could be. He liked that with others you always seemed a little reserved, shy in your actions, but with him you had no qualms about what you said or how you acted. Min Yoongi loved you because you always thought of him as much as he thought of you. He would feel his heart flutter when you would leave coffee on the desk in his office or help him pick out what shirt to wear to work.

Min Yoongi loved that you were the last thing he would see before he went to sleep, with his arm slung around your waist, and he loved that from the minute he would wake up, there you were, right by his side.

Min Yoongi loved that you were the last missing puzzle piece of his life. Fitting ever so perfectly in the gap he never knew was missing.

+ + +

“Yoongi, hold on” you gasp, head falling back into the plethora of pillows he had thrown onto the bed.

‘So you’re comfy’ Yoongi had frowned. And if you could think a coherent thought maybe you would thank him. Your head rocking up into the pillow padded headboard; pleasure licking up your spine.

You feel Yoongi’s tongue flick at your clit, a mixture of his own spit and your arousal dripping down his chin like liquid honey. And Yoongi makes sure to try and save every delicious mouthful of your essence. Something so uniquely you, so sweet, something that only Yoongi gets the pleasure to taste; because he had no plans of letting you go anytime soon.

Your boyfriend prods his tongue at your entrance, your legs shaking as his thumb gently brushes over your overstimulated clit. You see, Yoongi had this game, he liked to see how long he could eat you out, and how many times he could make you cum before he fucked you senseless on his cock. Leaving your clit to throb in a mixture of want and denial, swollen from being toyed with.

“One more, baby” he takes a deep breath, wasting no time in diving his tongue into you, molten arousal coating his lips, and as much as Yoongi loved it when your thighs would clamp round his head, today he wanted you bare. Spread out prettily just for him to devour. So, he holds your thighs open, straining them as he tries to push his head as far between your thighs as physically possible, lips pulling into a grin when you thrust your hips to meet his tongue; chasing your own pleasure.

He feels your fingers thread with his hair when he pushes his tongue in a little deeper, thumb still strumming at your clit. And he wonders if he could make you cum from just playing with your clit alone. He’d made you cum just from toying with your nipples once, the picture of you, flushed face, a sheen of sweat coating both of your bodies as his teeth clamped down on your puffy nipples, red raw from his mouth, and he remembers the surprised moan you’d graced him with when you had come.

“I can’t” you moan, mouth falling open.

Yoongi grunts, pulling his face away from your cunt, his index finger sinking into your entrance.

“Yes, you can” he tells you, fingers delving, eager to find that spot which will make you see stars, groaning at the sound you let out when he sinks a second finger into your greedy cunt.

He uses his other arm to hold down your waist as you try to eagerly buck into his fingers, little whimpers tumbling from your lips, and Yoongi thinks that was his favourite sound. He had asked once to add your moans to a song, your cheeks had flushed, laughing like Yoongi had been joking. And then your boyfriend had fucked you in his home office, with your hand clamped over your mouth, a little game to see how long you could stay silent.

He was surprised how long you’d been able to keep it up, and it had become his own personal goal to make sure you moaned his name every time he played with you.

“Please, please, please” you whine breathlessly.

“Please what, baby? I can’t help you of you don’t tell me what’s wrong” he frowns, tone mocking as he slows his fingers to a gentle thrust.

“No, no, Yoongi faster please” you cry, tilting your head to look at him, and Yoongi leans up to brush the stray tears from your cheeks, sadistic smile on his face.

“Yeah?” he asks, watching as you nod; pitiful as you rock your hips to try and push his fingers deeper inside of you.

Your boyfriend leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your pouty lips, your sad frown enough for him to finally give you what you want.

He trails his lips down your body, stopping to press a gentle kiss to your nipples, tongue flicking out to toy with them as you wiggle underneath him, shuddering breath reverberating around the otherwise silent room.

“Cum one more time and then I’ll fuck you” he mutters, “Okay, baby?”

You hum, and Yoongi pushes himself off your body.

“Words” he reminds you, and you have to wrack your brain.

“Yes”

“Good girl” he pushes his head back between his legs, something comforting about being here; like Yoongi belonged, sandwiched between your thighs.

Two of his fingers strum at your clit, a breathy chuckle fanning over your sensitive cunt when he laughs as you moan. His tongue lapping up the arousal that had started to dribble from your hole.

“You’re really wet, baby”

You hum, not quite sure you heard him or not. But Yoongi laps up another string of your essence, acting more like a starved puppy than a man, but he supposes he always was a little feral around you.

“Think you can squirt for me?” he grunts, exchanging his tongue for his fingers as the wet muscle in his mouth now plays with your clit.

He suctions the sensitive pearl, teeth grazing it as he sinks three fingers into your hole. You moan into a pillow, thighs once again shaking as Yoongi thrusts his fingers into you in quick succession. He can feel your walls clench around him sporadically, tips of his fingers nudging that spongy tissue as he curls them upwards.

“Cum, baby” he grunts, wrist straining as he tries to keep a steady pace.

He feels his fingers being pushed from your hole as you squirt, his shirt soaking through with your juices. Your thighs shakes as he pushes his fingers back into your cunt, thrusting them in a couple of times before more of your arousal leaks onto the bed sheets.

“How messy” he tuts, pulling his shirt from over his head.

“Your fault” you argue, chest rising and falling, uneasy as you catch your breath.

Yoongi pushes himself up your body, arms flexing as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips; a lot slower, more passionate than those from prior in the evening.

Yoongi brushes a wet piece of hair from your face, your forehead glazed with a thin layer of sweat.

“You did so well for me” he whispers, hands trailing down the sides of your body, an attempt to ground you a little. When he sees a little more clarity in your eyes, legs not still shaking where they rest against his thighs he presses a gentle kiss to your cheeks.

“Think you can take my cock?” he asks, “We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want to” he reminds you.

You nod, “I’m okay, I don’t know if I can cum again though”

“Guess we’ll have to check” he pushes himself to sit on his knees.

Yoongi ignores you as you eye his sweats, hard shaft hardly veiled by the grey fabric. And you think you are moments away from jumping the man. With how perfect he looked in the orange glow of the lamplight, chin shining in your arousal. It was hard to stop your pussy from leaking, and it would have been a little embarrassing just how wet you were if you didn’t know Yoongi absolutely loved when you got like this for him.

You watch as he leans across the bed, lithe fingers tugging the drawer open. Your fingers toy with the waist band of his sweats, and Yoongi lets out a breathy chuckle when you tug on them.

Your boyfriend sits up, shiny foil packet held between two fingers, those same two fingers that had brought you to your high twice already tonight.

“Can I help?” you push yourself to sit up, biting your lip at the dull throbbing between your thighs.

Yoongi hands the condom to you, scooting himself off the bed to discard the rest of his clothes. You watch as he pulls off his sweats, having foregone any underwear that evening, and your eyes train on his cock.

You think that your boyfriend maybe had the prettiest cock, he took pride in grooming himself; always making sure to be clean. You can only wonder how long it must have been erected for, cockhead an angry red, shiny with Yoongi’s own arousal, little beads of pre-cum cascading down his length.

You lean forwards, taking the girthy cock into your hands, the familiar weight making you salivate a little. You run the tip over your lips, coating it in Yoongi’s pre-cum.

“No teasing, doll” he grunts, and you smile, pulling back.

You roll the latex over his shaft, leaving it to bob uselessly against the skin of his stomach as he climbs back onto the bed.

“You sure you’re, okay?” he checks, helping lay you down comfortably, lifting the lower half of your body by your ankles, his other hand grabbing a pillow to cushion your hips.

He drops your legs back onto the bed, watching as you smile up at him.

“Come here” you tell him, and Yoongi obliges, humming into the gentle kiss you place on his lips, your own cum still staining the taste of him.

He wraps your thighs around his waist, one arm holds him up as he lines himself with your entrance.

Your mouth falls open into a silent ‘o’ when he pushes the head in, and Yoongi always makes sure to watch your face when he finally fucks you; not only as reassurance that you like what’s happening but so he knows just the right spot to drill into you.

Yoongi holds your hips as you try to rock forwards, his own hips stuttering in anticipation; but he holds himself back, liking the intimacy of having you sprawled out beneath him, fully trusting that he’ll take care of you. There had always been something so fulfilling to Yoongi about these intimate moments with you, your bodies joining to become one, your body pliant to his every move.

His hands leave your hips, skimming up your body before lacing his finger between your own.

“You good?” he whispers, unsure if he could utter anything more with how warm and wet you were, cunt clenching rhythmically around his length.

“Yeah” you whisper back, fingers tightening around his own when he gently pulls out before thrusting back into you.

Something akin to a squeak, tumbles from your lips when Yoongi picks up his pace, hands never letting go of yours as his hips snap forwards, thighs slapping against thighs with nothing more than the music of your bodies filling the silence of your bedroom.

Yoongi can only describe the sounds coming from you as pornographic, his thrusts pushing you up a little on the bed, he feels your nails dig into the skin of his hands, his own grunts mirroring your own pleasure.

“So close, so close” he chants, using whatever strength he has left in his arms to lean down, greedily sucking your left nipple between his teeth, teasing nips sending jolts of pleasure down your body.

Your boyfriend can feel your legs shake as he sucks a love bite just above the sensitive skin of your nipple, your hips bucking to meet his own.

He lets go of one of your hands, “Play with yourself, pretty. Let’s cum together”

You nod, sweat trickling down your neck as you trail a hand down your body. Slicking up your fingers from where Yoongi thrusts into you, your fingers start to play with your clit, jolt of pleasure causing your cunt spasm around Yoongi’s cock.

“Gonna cum” you whine, Yoongi’s teeth clamping around your nipple enough to push you over the edge.

Your legs tighten around his waist, stopping Yoongi’s sloppy thrusts, as you push him as deep inside of you as humanly possible. Your mind a blank slate as it rewires, slowly trying to become conscious of your surroundings.

You feel his cock twitch, his own cum shooting him the condom.

Yoongi collapses on top of you, a rush of air squeezing from your lungs when he lands with a dull thump.

“Ouch” you giggle, not protesting when his arms snake around your waist, flipping the two of over so you lay gently on his chest.

Yoongi’s fingers brush through your damp hair, “You did so well for me, pretty” he tells you, golden glow of the lamp illuminating him in that post-orgasmic bliss. If you though Yoongi looked good on a normal day, you had been utterly in awe when you’d seen him after he’d came.

“Thank you”

“For what?” he laughs, chest rumbling under your ear.

“Making me cum three times”

“Nothing I like more than my girl feeling good”

You hum at that, trying to push yourself up. Yoongi grunts, tugging you tighter against his chest.

“Yoongs I need to pee, and I feel all sticky” you complain, fingers toying with the divot of his collarbone.

“5 minutes”

“Min Yoongi” you laugh, pinching the skin of his neck.

“Fine but be quick” he loosens his arms. When you push yourself to sit, he pulls you back down.

“Hey!” you complain.

“Need a kiss first” he puckers up his lips, and you indulge him this one time, never in a hurry when it came to kissing your love.

And as you wash up in the bathroom, door slightly ajar where he can see you milling around, his fingers play with the little beaded bracelet you’d gifted him when you spent that first Christmas together.

Yoongi loved you a lot, more than he would ever be able to describe in words. He loved that he could give you a helping hand no matter the situation, and the shiny little ring, hidden away in his nightstand shrouded in a pretty, purple velvet box was his promise to you; that he would stay by your side for the rest of his life.

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leelreallylikespersona · 1 month

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Decaying Godhood (Persona AU)

I've been rambling and throwing ideas for this AU for a good bit now, here's a much more cohesive post about it!

Shoutout to @the-squeege and @artekai for discussing ideas with me, it was super helpful o(*°▽°*)o

Spoiler warning for P3, P4, P5/P5R, P5S, and P5T!

So let’s meet the main characters and their arcana!

Nyx (Tower)

Ryoji (Death)

Izanami (Empress)

Izanagi (Emperor)

Yaldabaoth (Devil)

Satanael (Justice)

Emma (High Priestess)

Salmael (Lovers)

Azathoth (Hermit)

Adam (Strength)

I’m omitting Pandora, Nyarlathotep, Clockwork God, and Enlil since I haven’t played the games they’re from… I don’t know enough about them to include them properly.

I’m scrapping the usual typings and giving (almost) everyone new typings… mostly because I have no idea who I’d apply fire, wind, etc to, none of these guys scream any particular element. I’m still working out the typings but what I know for sure so far are the “typeless” ones:

Adam: Strictly physical attacks

Azathoth: He is strictly a healer in this, and has no offensive attacks

EMMA: Navigator, can occasionally use almighty attacks

I’m leaning toward making their typings relating to humans, somehow.

As for the plot, at least a quick summary of what I’m thinking so far… all of humanity has come to a standstill. As in, time has stopped progressing for them. However, effects of leaving a living thing out to the elements are still occurring. In other words, humans are kind of just rotting away. It’s a very slow, magic mixed with organic decay kind of process that’s going on here. The appearance of this rot becomes more and more obvious as our group of unlikely heroes progress.

The gods, with the exceptions of Nyx, Thanatos, and Izanagi are dead, so how does this work? For this AU, none of the final bosses really die… their physical forms are abolished and their concepts are left to wander a nothingness, endlessly reflecting on what they’ve done. For Adam’s case, he stuck with Maruki until he died, then he took on a human form and lived among people for many years. Now would be a good time to mention that this takes place years after the events of P5S, so any human characters are long gone.

Let’s start from the beginning of the AU. It focuses on Nyx, Ryoji, and both P3 protagonists. These four are kind of just in a white void. Ryoji is able to move freely, he can see, he could leave too, but doesn’t want to leave Minato and Minako. They’re depicted as statue-ish figures, with a few features a deity would have. Their positions after the events of P3 caused them to go from humans to some sort of gods themselves. They are still mostly human though, this is important for the start of the plot.

Nyx’s sealing is visualized here as having been chained to these two. Until now, she couldn’t move, she was paralyzed along with having actual restraints. Therefore she couldn’t see, her eyes were forced shut. She couldn’t speak either. She could hear though, and the only thing she could do was listen to Ryoji speak to Minato and Minako. Some days, he’d talk to them as if they were still around. Other times, she could hear him mourn. Initially, she didn’t understand it at all. Sure, that’s her kid, and she cared about him somewhat, but she didn’t understand why he’d cry about them so much. There’d be times too, where Ryoji would talk to her, usually it would be him saying he wishes she could understand humans like he did, or sometimes he’d yell at her. Over the course of years and years, Nyx comes to understand Ryoji’s feelings… somewhat, anyway.

This brings me back to the chains she has. Now, all of the sudden, she can see and move again. And these chains, which were once really short, are now much longer, allowing Nyx to walk pretty far from them. This happening is meant to show Minato and Minako’s humanity being affected by the Rot, which is causing them to lose their grip on Nyx.

Upon hearing some movement, Ryoji is quick to become aggressive, but Nyx is still disoriented from suddenly being able to see and speak again, so she doesn’t return any hostility. You can imagine the arguing taking place as they try to figure out what’s happening. After a while, they realize they are able to see into the human realm. That’s when they notice the state of humanity.

Of course, they don’t notice the Rot yet. These two are the first to venture into the human realm to investigate what is going on. It’s mostly Ryoji that wants to figure things out, he takes Nyx with him to keep an eye on her.

This brings me to the motivations of each of the characters… Ryoji going out of his way to help humans makes sense. He did live as one, and made a lot of friends who he cared a lot for. For others, they hate humanity (cough Yaldabaoth), so why’re they here? Simply put, after humans rot away, the realm of gods is next. Also worth mentioning, everyone now has a humanoid form (if they didn’t have one already), so this is something of a second chance for these guys too.

I’ll go through each character:

Nyx: After spending years only listening to Ryoji talk to the twins and voice his affections for humanity, she gains a better understanding of them and obtains a sense of self (much like how Thanatos/Death became Ryoji during P3). She feels like she owes it to Ryoji to help him now.

Izanami and Izanagi: After the events of P4, these two really didn’t feel like doing anything else… Izanami was unable to do much anyway. They are later dragged out of the realm of nothingness they were hanging out in. Izanagi’s time with Yu makes him far more inclined to help out, Izanami is a little heartbroken that after the Investigation Team proved humanity’s worth, they fell into this state.

Satanael: He ditches the Phantom Thieves after Yaldabaoth is taken care of, and left to go cause minor bouts of chaos, nothing too drastic. He doesn’t outright try to end humanity, he just likes “poking fun”, so when everything comes to a standstill, he’s alarmed. Satanael is more neutral compared to everyone else, he does care about mankind, not to the extent that Ryoji and Azathoth do, though. He doesn’t hate them either, so he (probably) helps them for a selfless reason.

Yaldabaoth: For sure is only saving humanity so he also doesn’t rot away. Perhaps by the end, he’s changed a bit, but now that he’s given a physical form again, who knows what he’ll get up to.

EMMA: Upon being defeated, she spent her time watching over Sophia and Ichinose. She chooses to help humanity because of how well the PTs treated Sophia.

Salmael: Toshiro’s anxiousness rubbed off on him a bit… As the god of stagnation, this halt in humanity seems like it’s his doing, but it isn’t. He ventures out thinking that he somehow accidentally did it, and is horrified by the Rot..

Azathoth and Adam: These two genuinely care for humanity, their motivations are completely selfless. While Azathoth can suspend his emotions, Adam spent more time with Maruki, living as a human for years, so he’s much more emotional over the whole situation.

None of these guys are able to have Personas, but are able to “summon” their deity forms as an extension of themselves (so there’s a split-consciousness situation happening). Awakenings are still required for them to be able to do this, though, similar to Persona awakenings.

This ability requires one to first of all realize that their status and power as a god is due to humanity’s perception of them, but then they also must accept that. Only then they can “break free” of their restricted humanoid forms to use their more powerful forms. These forms look similar to their in-game designs, but there’ll be some differences, as I want to give them fun new(ish) designs…

Acquiring this ability is much easier for some than others… Ryoji and Adam as an example, are really quick to accept this once they understand the idea initially, but then a few others refuse to accept that humans are responsible for their power.

As for enemies, Shadows are present due to humans being unable to pass properly. For major bosses, the Rot left some human bodies as empty husks that became aggressive. These husks are attracted to the power the gods have.

Some side characters I also want to include… Jose and Sophia run the shop that provides weapons and other equipment! There’s also the Velvet Room that has specifics I’m trying to figure out… I might make Yu and Ren the attendants.

I think that’s all I have for now! I’d still like to figure out the order in which each god joins the team… It starts with Ryoji and Nyx, Salmael probably second since he’s already out investigating (he can be the navigator before Emma joins), then it’s either Adam since he’s also around, or Emma. This is still a wip! So if anyone has any comments or anything, feel free to send an ask! I'm already doing some doodles for this so hopefully I'll have some art for it soon (❁´◡`❁)

#Persona 3 #Persona 4 #Persona 5 #Persona 5 Royal #Persona AU #P3 AU #P4 AU #P5R AU #I honestly would love to see the final bosses come back somehow...#But that'll never happen so I'll just have this AU to keep me entertained (●'◡'●)#P3 spoilers #P4 spoilers #P5 spoilers #P5R spoilers #P5S spoilers #P5T spoilers

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shadowsandshapes · 1 year

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FFTB | Interlude II: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (Dabi/F!Reader)

Summary: Toga takes you out. Not in the assassination kind of way. Contains: Sisterly Bonding (:

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It was kind of nice not to have to worry about League business for a change. Toga was latched onto your arm like a murderous little koala, dragging you through the busy shopping street with an excited smile on her face. You strolled by her side – listening intently as she talked your ear off with every step. The girl rambled on about the latest fashion and people she had a crush on. While you had no idea who Deku and Ururaka were, Toga seemed to really like them, pouring her heart out about her feelings for them. It was oddly endearing and relaxing at the same time. You weaved through the dense crowd, stopping every once in a while to window shop at boutiques. No mission or confusing thoughts about Dabi to distract you. Just you, Toga and the city.

“Neon green and orange?” Toga giggled, turning up her nose at a particularly offensive faux fur coat in the window display. “If it wasn’t for the zebra stripes it could have been cute.”

You smiled back at her, quietly recalling how you ended up on this girl’s day out in the first place.

“We should do something fun!” The stab-happy blonde had materialized in your doorway, arms lifted in an excited pose. You jumped – nearly falling from your seat at her dramatic entrance. “You – me, just a couple o’ gals out on the town! What do you say? C’mon, pleaaaaaase.” Toga didn’t seem to care about invading the privacy of your room, simply plopping herself down on your bed. “You’re always out with that jerk but never with me.”

That jerk? Right. Dabi was avoiding you. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out – but the realization hurt all the same. Ever since that moment on the rooftop, Dabi had been taking on a lot more solo-missions. Leaving you to tag along with Toga, Spinner or Twice instead. She looked at you with wide, eager eyes – swinging her legs with glee as she awaited your answer. Maybe this was exactly what you needed. Toga had grown on you during your time here but you’d never taken the time to go out with her one-on-one. You were the only girls in the League after all – a little bonding wouldn’t hurt.

“Sure – why not?”

Vaulting from the bed to grab you by the hands, Toga let out an excited scream. “Let’s gooooo!”

Midway through the day, you stopped to buy Toga a snack. It was no secret that you were a skilled pickpocket within the League, so you figured Dabi shouldn’t be the only one benefitting from your fast fingers. She seemed absolutely elated when you handed her the sprinkle-topped cone of ice cream and got one for yourself. “Oooh~! You’re the best, (Y/n)!”

“Don’t scarf it down like a little monster, though –” you warned, smiling at her as you bumped your shoulder into hers gently. “You’ll get brain freeze.”

Toga nodded – eagerly digging into the frozen treat as the sun beat down upon the pavement. You raised a hand, blocking its rays as you walked to get a better look ahead. Looked like you were hitting the edge of the shopping district soon. Which meant your little excursion was almost over and you’d have to return to your villainous duties. While the distraction had been brief, you were grateful for it.

Something caught your eye then and you just barely managed to yank Toga away from a crack in the sidewalk. The girl squeaked as you released your grip on her sleeve and let out a sigh of relief. Answering the bewildered look on her face, you pointed downwards. “Bad luck stepping on those. Can’t be too careful when you’re out with me. We haven’t had any incidents so far, but the last thing I want right now is you being hit in the head with a rogue flowerpot on our way back, yeah?”

“Is it really that bad?” Toga asked, tip-toeing over the crack carefully. It did not escape your attention, however, that the girl was suddenly eyeing her ice cream with suspicion as you walked. You laughed, which soothed Toga’s caution enough to continue enjoying the treat. Hesitantly, she took a nibble as you contemplated the question.

“Sometimes –” you admitted. “Best to stay away from ladders, black cats, broken mirrors and the number 4 when you’re with me. It might all just be baloney but I’m not taking that chance. People get hurt around me without the extra bad luck on their path – better not tempt fate, you know?”

“Dabi is still alive and you two go out all the time. It’s probably because you like him so much. Don’t think I don’t know what a crush looks like, (Y/n)!”

The phrase stopped you dead in your tracks. Toga had said it casually – but it crashed into you like a ton of bricks. She was right. Not about the crush, no. Don't be ridiculous. Your Quirk hadn’t affected him. At all. Why? You’d been so busy focussing on missions that you didn’t stop to think about why things had been going so well for you. This had never happened before. You needed time to process this – but Toga had misinterpreted your silence as something else entirely – and she wasn’t about to give you that luxury.

“YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON DABI?” Toga gasped, clapping her hands together in pure, gleeful exhilaration. “I knew it – I knew it! Don’t worry big sis, your secret is safe with me – SO SAFE! They won’t even be able to torture it out of me. Won’t tell a soul, I promise! Maybe I’ll let Twice know but no one else, I swear.”

“It’s not like that!” you sputtered out, fighting the urge to cover up your burning cheeks. “Toga – you have to believe me – COME BACK HERE –”

The remnants of your ice cream cone were discarded on the pavement as you chucked it aside, chasing after the blonde as she raced back to headquarters. You’d be able to catch up before she could blab to Twice. A bribe or two should keep her quiet about your crush.

A crush you didn’t even have, you reminded yourself.

A/N: See? I'm not gonna hurt you yet. I just love Toga. This chapter was purely for her. We'll get back on track in the next chapter but I felt bad about not updating, so I quickly finished the interlude (:

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#dabi #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #dabi x you #touya x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya x y/n #touya x you #touya todoroki #mha dabi #dabi bnha #dabi my hero academia #dabi fanfic #dabi fic #shade's fftb

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jupitercometplus · 5 months

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“Have you saved your essay?”

“It autosaves,” you don’t look up from where you’re typing relentlessly on your laptop.

“Good,” Jake yanks you suddenly, pulling you away from the computer as he closes it. “So you can take a break.”

“Jake! I have to— I need to finish—” You fight his grip, but his arms are strong around you, keeping you in place.

“You better stop or I’ll sit on you.”

You scoff, but you know he’s serious so you relent against his chest. Now that there isn’t anything holding your attention, the migraine you’ve been ignoring comes back full swing and you wince. Though you try to be subtle, Jake catches it, silently moving to rub your temple with his fingers.

He sighs. “You’ve been staring at your screen too long.”

“There’s just so much I have to do,” you nose his chest, finding comfort in the tenderness he treats your head with. “I have this essay and one of my professors literally makes zero sense so I have to reteach everything to myself. We have an exam coming up too and I just know I’m gonna fail it.”

“Well, putting off taking care of yourself isn’t going to help either, bunny,” Jake presses a kiss to your forehead.

“What if— What if I can’t do this, Jake?”

“Hey,” Jake cups your cheek, eyes full of worry as you look up at him. “You’re doin’ so good, bunny. And you’re super smart, I know you know that. But you gotta take a couple steps back to see it. Big picture, baby.”

You feel somewhat pitiful, eyes watering from what you’re sure is a mix of high emotions and sleep deprivation. You’re still not quite used to people being there for you the way Jake is. He keeps you grounded and there seems to be nothing you can do to scare him away. He stays like it’s easy.

Another kiss is pressed to your forehead and you snuggle closer into him. “I’m tired,” you admit feebly.

“Sleep.” Jake says simply, his arms squeezing you tighter as you get comfortable on your dorm bed. You’re thankful Josie is currently out with Natasha. “Do you want me to tell you a story to fall asleep?”

You think about it for a moment. “...Yes please.”

“Okay, once upon a time, there was a forest. And in this forest, there was a little, orange… guy and it was his job to take care of the forest. So he took care of the trees, and the birds and fish, and the cute bears. But one day, some guy came into the forest to cut down all the trees, because the trees were really soft—”

“Hold on,” you lift your head from Jake’s chest. “This is literally the plot of The Lorax!”

Jake looks down at you in mock offense. “Yeah, and who made you the bedtime story police?”

“Sorry, sorry,” you laugh lightly, snuggling back into Jake. “Keep going.”

“As I was saying, the Oncler started cutting down the trees and the Lorax was like ‘You can’t do that, buddy’...”

You can’t help but smile against the fabric of Jake’s shirt and, finally, you let your eyes flutter closed.

#baseball!jake #the strike out

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insidelopesysmind · 2 years

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as the NFL season approaches i would just like to take the time to say to Deshaun Watson, the Cleveland Browns’ organization and the NFL organization a big fuck you

if you are not aware of the situation surrounding Cleveland Browns’ new QB Deshaun Watson, let me fill you in a bit:

In March 2021, massage therapist Ashley Solis came forward and filed a claim of sexual misconduct against Watson. After Solis came forward another 23 - yes TWENTY THREE - women came forward and filed sexual misconduct lawsuits including 2 sexual assault lawsuits against the QB. In the cases of sexual assault it is said that Watson would force the massage therapists to perform oral intercourse on him and in one case grabbed a woman by her buttocks and vagina.

As NFL fans watched this situation unfold, many made the assumption that Watson’s days as an NFL player would be nothing short but over. But in the 2021-2022 season Watson was benched by the Houston Texans but was still a member of the organization and in March of this year he was traded to the Cleveland Browns. Upon his arrival the Cleveland Browns put out this statement..

Which to me just sounds like “We really don’t care that he’s tied to sexually assaulting dozens of women and also we hate women but we’re going to act like we care”

Anyways as a result of Watson’s trial that was held yesterday former federal judge Sue L. Robinson found Watson guilty of violating the personal conduct policy and suspended him ONLY SIX GAMES. TWO DOZEN SEXUAL MISCONDUCT/ASSAULT LAWSUITS AND ONLY SUSPENDED SIX GAMES

For context, let’s go through a list of player suspensions for some insignificant offenses:

- Atlanta Falcons WR Calvin Ridley: suspended at least an entire season for betting money on games he had no involvement in.

- Kansas City WR Josh Gordon was suspended 78 games for smoking marijuana

- Arizona Cardinals WR Deandre Hopkins: suspended 6 games for using PEDs

- Tampa Bay Buccaneers QB Tom Brady: suspended 4 games for under inflated footballs

Although these suspensions may be valid in terms of some of the NFL’s policies. Once you see the suspensions I’m about to mention you’ll understand why I call those offenses “insignificant”

- Former Baltimore Ravens RB Ray Rice: suspended 2 games for domestic violence toward his fiancé

- Former NFL RB Adrian Peterson: suspended 6 games after being arrested for felony child abuse

- Former Carolina Panthers DE Greg Hardy: had his suspension lowered from 10 games to 4 after assaulting his girlfriend at the time

- Dallas Cowboys RB Ezekiel Elliot: suspended 6 games for hitting women

- Former St. Louis Rams DE Leonard Little: suspended 8 games after committing vehicular homicide

- Former NFL WR Donte Stallworth: suspended 16 games after committing DUI Manslaughter

- Las Vegas Raiders WR Henry Ruggs III: charged with DUI resulting in death and has yet to be handed a penalty by the NFL

There are other cases and suspensions like this but I think you guys get the jist.

I am so sick and tired of these athletes getting away with these crimes just because of who they are and their status. It’s not fair that they get to ruin other people’s lives just to go about living their lives like nothing happened while leaving the victims to deal with the trauma. It’s time that the NFL and other sports organizations step up and hold these players accountable and ban them from playing in these leagues. Letting these athletes keep playing after committing these crimes sends the message to the young kids and anybody who watches those leagues that the crimes these men commit aren’t that serious and that there aren’t serious consequences for these actions. This could potentially switch the mentality of many young men to a very dangerous one.

As a young woman who enjoys the NFL and other sports it genuinely upsets and scares me how easily these athletes get off after committing these very serious crimes. It really goes to show how much these organizations don’t give a shit about women or any other minority or anyone/anything else in the sports world other than themselves and their pockets. It seems as though these leagues and athletes don’t care who gets hurt in the process as long as they get paid in the end. It’s truly sickening and terrifying to see what this world has come to.

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askdoctorlanyon · 11 months

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The potion from earlier this morning has finally worn off.

I am stricken with grief and terror at the actions I have commit under the influence of that treacherous elixir. I’m scarcely able to believe the things I had said and done, yet there is evidence right on my page of the sins I have commit against my fellow man. My heart goes out to each and every one of my friends, or those who could have potentially been friends that have been affected by my words.

To Griffin, I apologize for hurting you physically and forcing you to do tasks for me such as retrieving the potions from Dr. Jekyll’s house. They may be angry at you as well, maybe now finding this information free to them. I’m also sorry for leading you on. I don’t love you as one would a partner, a boyfriend or girlfriend; I see you simply as a friend. I promise you are still safe here, and I will no longer subject you to the tortures that I have. You may come and go as you please, and you have every right to be upset with me or scared of me. I just pray that you find the safety and comfort you sought originally.

To Utterson, I apologize for holding you here, even if you explained that you did not desire to harm Dr. Jekyll or take the potion in an act of allegiance to me. And I’m sorry for the words of confession I may have told you. I assure you that I feel no such feelings towards you, and that you’re my friend, through and through. The Lanyon under the potion is a much different beast than I, and takes pleasure in tricks and manipulation, as well as the pain of those close to me. That is not the true me, and I hope you know I would never subject you to such nonsense under my free will.

To Gray, I am so deeply ashamed of the words I wrote to you. Not only are they offensive and explicit, but they were also insensitive. At the time I had taken the potion, I was hell bent on making as many enemies as possible, and I do hope you can forgive such blatant disrespect. I had no reason to provoke you like that, and you deserve an apology and an explanation directly from my mouth. I will be sending flowers your way as an apology, along with a personal message that I wish to convey. There you can read my full apology, written by hand, and perhaps burn it if you wish to take out your anger upon me. I’m so very sorry for provoking you and continuing to provoke you. That is not in my nature, and I truly apologize to you, madam. I understand if there is an enmity between us now because of these actions, and I would expect nothing less than a strongly worded post or letter to myself or no response at all.

To Jekyll, you know what I am about to say to you, my old friend. I meant none of what I said to you. I was selfish, craving more of that feeling. Craving your partnership, though it would have been a forced partnership on your end. Craving the ecstasy and adrenaline rush of being free from mental barriers and filters, being free from myself for but a fleeting moment. It felt good, but it put not only myself at risk, but it put everyone else at risk of hearing my unfiltered thoughts and be subjugated to my violent impulses. I feel you already know what this is like, as you’ve experienced everything I have, and you tried very hard to warn against getting addicted to the drug you concocted. You experience the push and pull of desire and morality, of ‘good’ and ‘evil’ though no such words can be applied to a person commingled of both of those qualities, the push and pull of your darker desires and the thrill of being unhindered by years of mental barriers and obstacles of the mere concept of morality. It feels like I was two men at once. As if I was watching someone use my body in the exact opposite way I desired to behave, the way I truly feel about the people I know and care for. I can’t tell what my true desires were in that moment. I couldn’t even tell you now. I wish to apologize, but I cannot give you back the stash of your elixir. I crave it Henry. I know plenty of people that would enjoy sharing this feeling with me, and I would like to continue to keep it from your hands. You have suffered enough, and I believe it’s my turn to take on this burden. Be free of your monster, Harry. Be free to be both Jekyll and Hyde, without fear of hurting others and without living behind a mask and as some ill caricature of yourself.

Goodnight to each and every one of you. I wish you good health and sweet dreams uninterrupted. Though unlikely, due to todays events, I still send all my best wishes.

Regretfully,

-Dr. Hastings Robert Lanyon

#ask hastie lanyon #ask lanyon #hastie lanyon #dr griffin #gabriel utterson #dorian gray #edward hyde

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platinummice · 1 year

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Here with some questions to keep you busy :>

For Archer: 🍍🍑🍓🌽🍹🍻

And Django: 🍇🍆🍰🎂🍫🍷

🙏🙏🙏 bless

Archer:

🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

Arch can be comfortable in most places as long as hes not alone. If any part of his little pack is with him, then it’s no big deal where he is. For maximum comfort though? Definitely in the Safari park, surrounded by all of his pack, and where his friends are usually close by.

🍑: What sort of traits does your OC look for in a Significant Other?

Well I don’t quite know that he looks for anything in particular? He’s not the kind of guy to actively look for a partner, his relationship with Mason was kinda,,, stumbled upon? After he taught the man not to abuse animals for fun at least. And even then I’d say it was more Arch just kinda hanging out and also Mason was there. He does like that Mason doesn’t treat him weird when his mental illness gets the better of him. No babying, no acting like he’s a freak or anything crazy like that. Mason takes his breakdowns in stride and that’s probably the first thing that makes Arch go ‘….oh’. I guess the answer is Arch doesn’t look for anything in particular, he just stumbles into things.

🍓: Does your OC have any particular scents they like? Or hate?

Wet dog is a very weird but comforting scent to him. In general animal smells that most people would find offensive he gets good vibes from. He doesn’t like the smell of still water.

🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

He definitely thinks it’s strange at first, affection. He’s spent a good long time never getting any affection at all, and he learns a LOT from his first dog, Pup. She was a super affectionate puppy and never left Arch’s side. My man definitely loves puppy kisses. It’s even longer before he gets affection from other people? And I think mostly it’s mostly verbal and kinda scoffed out (to be fair all of his people friends are raiders and/or tough people who have been through a lot, i don’t think Arch even knows what a hug is when he meets Gage and I don’t know who would even teach him hugs lol). Once he knows hugs are a thing you KNOW he’s hugging people all the damn time. He will never have enough hug.

🍹: Does your OC have any funny anecdotes told about them?

Hm I don’t know if it counts but there’s definitely a little story passed around the raiders about some violent murders that happened after some people messed with his dogs.

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

You’ll find the man laying face down in the puppy pen just getting trampled by lil doggies. That or laying in a sunny spot with Ranger and Fletcher.

Django:

🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic?

Django is that loud friend who sees you walk into the building and yell out “HEEY (insert name) IS HERE!!” And he doesn’t do it to embarrass people but is just genuinely excited to see them. He’s the one that will ask any dumb questions you have if you’re too embarrassed to ask yourself.

🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise?

Man is a whore for hand holding. Also just uh gently touching his arm or back? Oop he’s a puddle.

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

Any kind of child abuse.

🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first preception people have of the? How do they surprise people?

Mm probably the most surprising thing about him is his psycobuff addiction. When he’s around the BoS he makes sure he’s well put together, that you can’t tell anything is wrong. But when he’s in the commonwealth he loses almost all of his wit and charisma. Once Barlowe is assigned to him he has to be more careful about it, and that’s when he starts to crack.

🍫: Where does your OC go to think?

Anywhere where there’s some water. Still water, moving water, it doesn’t matter. He finds it very comforting either way.

🍷: What's one of your OC's pet peeves concerning food?

I’m honestly so happy that you asked this because Django’s whole thing when he came to the commonwealth was to make sure his squadron was well fed. He studied any information he could find on what foods would be available to them locally before they were shipped out and he took his job very very seriously. With that being said his biggest pet peeve is unseasoned food. There are so many options for flavoring and seasonings in the commonwealth and when he sees people not using them it drives him nuts.

#teehee not me making Django believe himself to be #unforgivable #hehe #🤭#arch not knowing what a hug is on one hand is funny and on the other uhh not #middle aged man learns about hugs and then goes on a hug rampage #cw: child abuse #cw: drugs #Archer #Django

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gnzma · 1 year

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General RP style and preferences

Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Strikethrough what does not. Elaborate on any points you’d like with a *

Please be honest, we all want to find the people who work best with how we RP.

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐏 & 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

| Wing it | Get a general idea ooc and then run with it & plot further if need be | Long expansive thought out story arcs* |

* again. a mix really but i love winging them too the most

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 & 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑

𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 & 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 & 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

*man literally anything goes i go with the flow bro

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒

| I don’t do these ships (specify reason if you would like) | I’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog | All ships will have to be super slow burn & discussed a lot OOC, super chemistry based (Mutuals and friends only) | I love doing ships, HMU I probably already ship it just ask!* | I ship really quickly | I autoship or ship within a few interactions | I mainly RP for the cute ship fluff |

* i had one person i Literally never interacted with too many asking me to ship immediately and. no offense but shoo. give me chemistry give me reason to care god damnit!!!!!!!!!! but yea if we’re friends and we see sparks hmu

𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

| I do NOT do smut at all (this muse is a minor!*) | I’m very selective about it | I only do it on a separate (blog/discord/specify here)** | I mainly only do asks relating to nfw headcanons on Sundays | I write it a medium amount | I write it all the time and love to |

*this goes with any minor muse i have ofc. if you write nsfw with minors explode Now!!!!!!!

**no separate we readmore like men (gender neutral)

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 [ GMT+1 ;; Rome Timezone ]

*swagever when i’m in i’m in

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐄

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

*starters hard send memes :(

𝐀𝐔𝐬

| I don’t do AUs | My blog is an AU but outside of that I don’t do them* | I sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting | I have a couple of AUs already feel free to request them! | I have AUs coming out of my ears please interact with them! | I love making AUs HMU to plot if you think of one! | There are some AUs I won’t do (specify here) |

*Sometimes.

𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

| I don’t do crossovers | I’m selective with crossovers (specify reason if you’d like)* | I love crossovers! |

*i do crossovers that Makes Sense. i’m not rping, like. with a sonic character w guzma, for example, if not via the funny crack tag

#❌|| ʏᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ɢɪᴏ 💀 ooc ||❌

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dearestones · 1 year

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Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Deuce Spade

Warnings: Fluff.

@kavehtham Request: hi! may i request a romantic matchup for twisted wonderland? i’d describe my personality as seeming very calm and unbothered. i have a dry sense of humor and i joke around a lot as monotone and stoic i come off at first.

i’m very patient and tolerant of other people and don’t take offense easily, and i’m generally very accepting of others. i’m never judgmental about anything and try to be as understanding as i can. i also find it hard to hold grudges, i’m usually pretty forgiving and believe that everyone deserves a second chance. even though i’m introverted, i get along with others easily with my pleasant and carefree nature. i’m sometimes too blunt and brutally honest to a fault, i prefer to tell things as they are instead of sparing someone’s feelings. i have a tendency to ignore my negative emotions and bury my anxieties of my past self.

not sure about any hobbies of mine but i’m a bit of a nerd who wants to take up engineering/architecture. i like robotics, psychology, and other science related things. i also love stargazing at scenic views and watching any informational or true crime documentaries.

my love language is probably acts of service or quality time. i don’t really have an ideal type, i fall for whoever i fall for. i like relationships at a slower pace, since i sometimes have trouble opening up however i show all sides of myself to someone i really trust. i don’t mind someone who’s similar to me like that either since i can empathize with them better. i don’t get attached pretty easily but when i do i fall deeply in love and i am loyal to no end.

tysm!!

After going through the description provided, I believe that you best pair well with Deuce Spade!

Deuce is a person who tries his best to be fair and to protect the ways of the just. However, while he may be rough around the edges and has fallen prey to his earlier instincts as a delinquent, know that he will always try his best with you.

Upon your first meeting, Deuce is astounded by how patient and accepting you are of the students of Night Raven College. This is a school that doesn’t favor the weak; rather, it crushes those who are deemed to be outside of the margins of the status quo that everyone, including the fresh faced first years, upholds. When he tells you of his backstory, about his mother, and his regrets about his years as a rowdy individual, he almost expects to be shunned or even looked at as if he were different. Instead, he’s pleasantly surprised and grateful that you don’t care about that.

There is no judgment in your voice when you tell him that people change and that while he may have caused so much trouble when he was younger, what matters is that you’re trying his hardest to be a model student. Grateful for your faith in him and your continued friendship, Deuce will automatically scoop you up in his arms in a tight bear hug. The hug doesn’t last long—on the contrary, you think that it should have lasted a few seconds longer—but once he realizes that he is squeezing you tightly, he’ll let you go with a stutter in his voice and a red blush on his cheeks.

As your friendship progresses, Deuce will try to stay true to his honor student role. Sometimes, though, his old ways will rear up or his strength might end up hurting you by accident. He’ll be distraught, but once again, when you forgive him, he’ll strive to do better by you.

There are times when he tells you that you shouldn’t forgive so easily—after all, there are people out there who could take advantage of such soft traits, but on the inside, he’s so glad that there’s someone like you. You’re a person who deserves to thrive in this world and he’ll gladly protect you from those who dare look at you wrong.

Deuce isn’t as introverted as you, but he is quiet when he wants to be. Conversation doesn’t always come easily to him—he may be moving forward as a model honor roll student, but that doesn’t mean that he’s up to par in some areas yet. So, it doesn’t come as a surprise when he likes your carefree nature. Seeing you not as pent up in frustration or stressed out like he is sometimes gives him a boost of confidence.

As for your blunt nature, Deuce honestly appreciates it. The world isn’t as kind as it could be and he would rather you not sugarcoat things from him. If he does something that offends you, tell him. If he broke a rule, inform him that he has done wrong. While his past self may have been rankled at your reminders, who he is as a person will take your truth as a way to further better himself. He’ll thank you and give you a smile that he reserves only for you because you don’t make fun of him… like Ace and Grim.

When Deuce finds out that you ignore your negative emotions and bury your past anxieties, he will sympathize with you. After all, he’s spending most of his time at NRC trying to bury his past! If someone knows what it’s like to be running away from something, it’s him. However, he’ll tell you that it’s better to embrace who you were rather than simply ignore them. Sure, negativity feels terrible and insecurities can make you feel small, but they were parts of you that made you… you. Embrace them and then find out how to improve yourself. Remember, you can’t go back, but you can surely move forward.

After all, you’ve shown him how to move forward when you accepted him for who he was, so why can’t he do the same for you?

Deuce will be the first to admit that he isn’t the smartest person around. He’ll try to keep up with your dry humor, but don’t be afraid to explain the joke and why it was funny. Trust him, the joke will still be funny even after you explain.

You like engineering and architecture? That’s so cool! Again, Deuce isn’t the smartest person around, but he is handy around the house and around technology in general. He knows his way around a tool kit and while he can’t use scientific terminology to describe what he knows, he does have a general grasp on physics and the other physical sciences to help you out if you need a physical demonstration.

Deuce appreciates the fact that your love language is quality time and that you would rather take your relationship slowly. For Deuce, this is probably his first real relationship, so he would rather not make any mistakes at the speed of light. It’s all right if you don’t open up right away; go at your own pace! While it may not have taken long for Deuce to open up to you, he understands that not many will do the same. When you finally reveal who you are as a person, he’ll be honored and swear to never reveal your secrets to anyone else.

Above all else, Deuce also values loyalty. He’ll love and appreciate you no matter what, but when you truly devote yourself to this relationship that you share, he is over the moon and beyond. Without even thinking, he’ll draw you into a bear hug before leaning into you for a kiss. Chaste or not, he feels that his physical expressions of adoration will endear himself further.

And that’s a little silly isn’t it? He’s already endeared himself to you and you’ve already made a home in his heart as well.

All in all, Deuce brings the passion in this relationship while you help ground him. While there are times when you can be too passive and Deuce a bit impulsive, the balance is still there so long as you remind each other why you’re together.

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saiilorstars · 2 years

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Ch.6: My Beloved

Current Story Masterlist // Previous story // Maleny’s Masterlist

Pairings: Klaus x OFC || Elijah x Cami

Pronunciation of OC’s name: Ma-leh-nee

Taglist: @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @anotherunreadblog @transformerfan97 @stareyedplanet @foxesandmagic

If you’d like to be a part of this OC’s work/edits, let me know!

The following morning after such a disastrous Thanksgiving dinner, Aurora utilized a stolen car to get herself, and her new special friend, to St. Ann's church. There she parked and went to the trunk of the car, opening it to gaze upon her victim. Maleny laid there, 'unconscious', with a blood-crusted bite wound on her neck

"Aw, poor dear! Still sleeping," Aurora smugly smiled. "Well, you have a big day ahead of you. We should get started."

She leaned down to pick up Maleny when suddenly the blonde snatched a crowbar beside her and smacked Aurora upside the face with it. When the redhead cried out in pain, Maleny scrambled out of the car and made a run for it. She didn't make it very far before Aurora got over her pain and sped up to her. Maleny gasped and stumbled back.

"That was not nice," Aurora coldly scolded.

"You're one to talk about 'nice'," Maleny found courage to withhold her sarcasm. "...you lunatic murderer."

Aurora took offense to the last accusation, but didn't make a remark about it just yet. "Okay, you and I need to have a little heart-to-heart conversation. Come along." She grabbed Maleny's arm and dragged her through the back entrance of the church.

The two came into the gym where several men were busy training. Confused, and afraid for the innocent people in the room, Maleny asked, "What are we doing here?"

"I heard a rumor these men train here, hoping to be made into vampires," Aurora shrugged. "So, I'm going to grant them their wish." She shoved Maleny forwards, but once she got her balance she turned to Aurora.

"Your problem is not with them," she frowned. "Frankly, I don't know what the hell you want with me, but if that's the case then take me elsewhere."

"It's a bit interesting…" Aurora went on like Maleny hadn't spoken. "You recognized me the moment you saw me, but I know for a fact we've never crossed paths before. It'd be impossible considering you're, um—" she cupped her mouth to dramatically whisper, "—mortal." Maleny narrowed her eyes. "But then those who cross paths with the Mikaelsons due tend to have some inexplicable traits. Care to share yours?"

"No," Maleny said without a second thought, and when Aurora dangerously advanced for her she quickly added, "And I'm on vervain so cancel all compulsion thoughts from your head."

Aurora despised losing advantages, and since she already lost one last night she wasn't in the mood to have a mortal thinking herself superior. Her eyes scanned the room with the men, seeing the numbers and quickest way to get the job done.

"What are you thinking…?" Maleny was afraid to ask, but her answer came in the form of a visual.

Aurora sped up to one human man, biting herself to feed him blood, then snapping his neck. She proceeded to do the same with the rest. Once finished, she whirled around to the blonde.

"What in the hell was that for!?" Maleny gaped.

"It's all part of the incentive, my dear," Aurora cleaned her face of blood and swayed her way towards Maleny. "You know who I am, apparently, so you should know that Nik and I are having just a little bit of a spat at the moment, as he took my brother captive. Now, it's come to my attention that you are... quite precious to him."

Maleny shifted awkwardly and crossed her arms. "Get your facts straight. You had a fight with him, fix it on your own. Leave me out of it."

"Can't do that," Aurora wagged her finger. "See, because being the mother of his twins puts you in a place you shouldn't be."

Maleny did a double take at Aurora, her mouth opening and closing several times. "What do you — what? Twins? I-I didn't have twins…"

Aurora pretended to gasp. "Did you not know? Well, let me just tell you that your little girl is an annoying prick."

Maleny didn't care for the insult towards this alleged "little girl" but the whole situation was so confusing that she couldn't argue. "I don't...I don't...I don't have a daughter," she shook her head.

Aurora, however, was still stuck on the way Marlenie treated her earlier. "She just came in and ruined the nice dinner we were having," she crinkled her nose. "And then she gave this dramatic speech before telling Nik that he was her father."

Maleny's brow furrowed. "That's not true!"

"But of course it is!" Aurora snapped back, loud enough to silence Maleny. "She wormed her way into dinner, helped torture me, and somehow managed to convince everyone that she was your daughter and Klaus'."

Maleny could see the honest to God rage in Aurora's eyes. That kind of rage could not belong to someone who was just making things up. But then...that would mean...she had a...

Maleny stumbled back a few steps, feeling weak and it wasn't because of Aurora. "I...I have a...daughter?" Her mouth was suddenly dry. "Twins?"

Aurora allowed Maleny half of a weak smile before she sped Maleny up to the wall of the sparring cage. "You're quite the special little thing, you see? I had to take you in order to fully get Klaus' attention. And once these men," she nodded towards these unconscious bodies, "are in transition, they'll need to feed. And since you will be the only human blood available...well, Nik had better give me what I want."

~ 0 ~

Tristan had been tied up to a chair and kept in one of the lounge rooms upstairs. Freya worked on a magical boundary spell around him when Elijah joined her.

"The spell is complete," Freya announced with the upmost pride. "Tristan cannot cross the boundary of his own will, but we can enter and leave as we please. I took the liberty of injecting him with hibiscus and mugwort to counteract any vervain in his system. All you have to do is compel him to give you the longitude of Rebekah's location."

Elijah shook his head. "He says he's immune."

Freya didn't look so disappointed as she merely shrugged. "Well, then I'll find some other way to make him talk." She went for a table and picked up an old-fashioned dagger with a thick, wavy-cut blade.

Elijah rolled his eyes and walked up to her. "Will you?"

Freya sighed and handed over the blade. "You're still upset I tortured Aurora without your permission."

"Oh, Freya. I'm obscenely fond of torture. But yes, when I'm entertaining, I like to be the one to choose precisely when and how we violate the guests."

Freya shrugged, she didn't care who tortured as long as they got what they needed. "Fine. How should we proceed?"

"Devastate his body, infiltrate the mind, and steal the information we need. To that end, I've invited a friend."

And just as Elijah finished, Hayley walked into the room holding Hope. The two adults looked confused by the presence of their niece. Hayley didn't look so happy herself.

"Unless she's violently teething, I don't recommend this as a daycare…" Elijah gave her a pointed look, disapproving.

"Jack's gone, and I don't know if he's coming back," Hayley explained and added fast, "I also really don't want to talk about it. So, which one of you will take Hope while I take out my anger on this pompous dick."

"I will," a fourth voice volunteered mere seconds before coming into the room. Marlenie was in awe as she took a first glimpse at her younger sister. "That's her, then? Hope?"

Hayley glanced back at the others, receiving encouraging nods from them. She walked up to Marlenie and gently passed Hope into her arms. "She's walking, so you have to watch her all the time."

Marlenie beamed at the easy trust she'd been given. "Oh, I will," she fixed a strand from Hope's hair. "She's beautiful."

"We like to think so too," Hayley half-smiled.

Marlenie looked at the others, though smiling she still had the aura of melancholy with her. "My father has refused to let me help look for my mother. He sent me back."

"Don't take it personal," Elijah sighed. "He has a tendency to take very little help."

"As do I," Marlenie said firmly. "But I know in cases like these one needs all the help they can get."

"And there's Maleny's genes," Hayley coughed, "...thankfully."

Marlenie sighed. "I should be out there helping. Everyone's got a job to do except for me."

Hayley playfully made a face. "Ah, kids. Go and play with your sister now. And no drinking while you're on the job." Marlenie was not amused when Hayley made a motion to 'shoo'. Grumbling things under her breath, she turned to leave with Hope. Hayley then turned to Freya and Elijah. "Well?"

"All yours," Freya motioned to Tristan. "Bon appetit!"

Hayley didn't wait for another word and bared her fangs to viciously bite Tristan on the neck, forcing him to wake up with a shrill scream.

~ 0 ~

Klaus burst into Lucien's apartment, nearly breaking the doors with such force. Lucien stood by the television, holding the remote control, and glanced back in irritation.

"Not a fan of knocking, are we?" he asked.

"I afford courtesy to those who are in my good graces!" Klaus scoffed, stopping just across him. "You've fallen short."

Lucien rolled his eyes. "Which is why I've called you. This whole situation has gotten a tad out of hand."

"Out of your hand!" Klaus was quick to correct. "You put Maleny in danger!"

"I left her in a well protected home she was not supposed to leave," Lucien snapped back, gripping the control in his hand. "Was I the one who gave Aurora an incentive to come after Maleny? Don't think so." He pointed a finger at Klaus, more angry as he continued. "Unlike you, I kept her safe here."

Surprisingly, Klaus looked as if he were amused. "Yes, I heard of your little lockdown method. You should know that Maleny nearly always escapes and if she didn't it's because she wasn't comfortable with you."

The victory smirk he showed off nearly made Lucien lose it but he kept his demeanor in check and turned to the television again. "You may want to see this — Aurora has left a clue."

As soon as he turned the television on, Klaus was at his side intently staring at the screen. Lucien had acquired surveillance footage of last night with Aurora's abduction. Maleny stood in a corner of the elevator, her head down and her terrified face barely visible due to her hair sprawled down. Aurora stood in the middle, holding her palm up to the camera which had 'Jackson Square' written across it.

"I would be a little less concerned if Aurora didn't have a mortal in her possession," Lucien turned the television off and chucked the control to the couch. "Because we all know what happened the last time your family wronged her." Klaus met his accusing look but for the first time had nothing to defend himself with. That seemed to satisfy Lucien judging by the smirk across his lips. "The only difference is this time I won't be the only one losing a love."

"Had I known what Aurora was going to do with Cecilia, rest assured I would have intervened," Klaus said, "But it was abrupt, out of the blue. Now she thinks she can do the same thing, well...it will be the last decision she ever makes."

He turned for the doors when Lucien called out, warning him, "I'm coming with you."

Klaus scoffed and glanced over his shoulder. "In your delusional mind, maybe…"

"Let's forget our differences for a minute to think about this logically, shall we?" Lucien made a gesture with his hand. "If Aurora is upset with you, might she just be leading you into a trap—"

"Aurora has neither the means nor the will to harm me," Klaus dismissed the thought and made to leave again when Lucien continued.

"So you say, but she is a vindictive lunatic. The prophecy said that you and your siblings would fall- one by foe, one by family, one by friend. What is Aurora to you, if not a friend?" he then added a little more quietly, "...with certain benefits…"

Unimpressed with the way the conversation turned, Klaus returned to shove Lucien into a wall, hand tightly curled around his throat. "Perhaps I should murder my friends, starting with you."

Lucien flashed a wicked smile, as he had the perfect response to the threat. "Oh, but that's just the thing, isn't it? You can't exactly kill me anymore unless you can live with Maleny's never-ending rage against you."

"I was thinking I'd simply tell her the threats you made towards her last night," Klaus shrugged. "That oughta do it."

"Oh right, because she's just so anxious to see you again," Lucien reminded and pushed Klaus away from him.

Had it not been for his cell phone ringing, Klaus would've continued with more threats. He pulled out his phone and saw Amarrah's name. "What is it? I'm busy," was his kind answer to the call.

"Where are you?" Amarrah asked, sounding strange even for Klaus' taste.

"Leaving Lucien's apartment," Klaus answered, the look he had on the other vampire telling him he was leaving then. To his misfortune, Lucien followed despite the earlier exchange of words.

"I need to see you," Amarrah declared.

"Are you seriously asking for a get together right now?" Klaus made a face as he and Lucien entered the elevator. "In case you've forgotten, Aurora took Maleny and I'm fairly interested in getting her back."

Amarrah sighed. "Please? I think you need to know something. It's important, I swear."

"If it fails to be so, I promise you you're going to regret ever coming into the Quarter. We'll be at Jackson Square."

The response from Amarrah was a 'yeah right' and scoff before she promptly hung up.

~ 0 ~

Maleny silently watched Aurora across her sway in small steps, every now and then glancing at her for some reason. The little smirks Aurora sent her way made her stomach churn with upmost terror.

And Aurora could see that too.

"Do you know I find you a peculiar case," Aurora finally spoke up, stopping her sways for a minute. "For the two weeks I spent with Nik, he never mentioned you…" she only paused to drink in Maleny's hurt, disappointed expression, "...but that didn't stop everyone else from yapping on about dear ole 'Mal'," she raised her fingers into quotation marks before pretending to gag. "Who apparently was so cared for by Nik. So, being naturally curious, I tried looking you up. The internet does wonders nowadays, but…" she then pretended to pout, "...for some reason nothing came up about you. Maleny Rowan, who, exactly?"

"I don't do disclosure with people I dislike," Maleny shakily replied back, crossing her arms. For someone who had lost countless amount of blood, she was standing fairly well. Although she could've done better if Aurora had been, apparently, bothered by the vervain in her system. "And if it wasn't clear before: I don't like you."

Aurora chuckled and started for her, and so Maleny, startled, tried backtracking. "I can see that perfectly, but…" Aurora surprised the blonde by speeding up to her, being face to face, "I can also see the true terror you have in your eyes whenever you're looking at me. You don't exist in this modern world, you apparently have twins with Nik - one of which looks more or less like your age - and not to mention you easily identifying me before. I'm led to believe perhaps you're older than you appear...centuries old I mean."

Maleny swallowed and looked away. "Nice job, playing detective…"

Irritated with the lack of responses she was getting, Aurora grabbed Maleny by the chin and forced her to look at her. "Just because you're on vervain and I can't compel you doesn't mean I can't torture you for answers I want. Your call my dear."

Maleny pushed Aurora's hand off her face. "Don't call me 'my dear' you murderer."

"There it is again," Aurora clapped her hands together. "Won't you please tell me more?"

"Ha," Maleny started to smirk, deciding if she was going to be forced to talk she should might as well make it sting. "You know, I feel special Klaus hasn't told you anything about me. It's like I'm his little secret." Her work was finely produced as Aurora immediately glared daggers her way. "You're right, I don't really exist in this world. I mean, to the Quarter here I'm just Camille O'Connell's cousin. You know her right? Her family used to own this church?" she gestured to the room. "Well, even that's probably scratched away by now."

"Are we getting to a point?" Aurora impatiently asked.

Maleny smirked and innocently nodded. "I may not exist to the world but for Klaus I have been his world. You claim to be his most important love but guess what?" she leaned closer to Aurora's face, whispering, "I was his first love. Whatever emotions you think you woke in him, you didn't. We were young, human, and so in love. And now after what you've decided to do to me, I'll probably be his only love." Aurora angrily growled and snatched Maleny by the throat, pushing her up against the cage. "Uh-uh-uh," Maleny wagged a finger to the redhead. "If you kill me Klaus will no longer have that incentive you talked about earlier - oh, and your guys—" she pointed to the unconscious men on the floor, "—will be pretty pissed their snack was killed."

The sarcasm and superiority dripping from Maleny made it all the more infuriating for Aurora. She was kidnapped! She wasn't supposed to be having fun! "Your sense of humor is quite dark...not to mention irritating."

Maleny struggled to swallow down her laughter as she responded, "That's what Klaus says he likes best about me. That, and my pretty blonde hair," she winked.

Aurora could feel her blood boiling and the realization she couldn't yet kill Maleny had her nearly going mad. She yanked Maleny off the cage and backhanded her across the face, sending the poor blonde to the floor.

~ 0 ~

Cami paced back and forth in her living room, conversing over the phone. "Yeah, I know exactly how big the Quarter is! Stop whining and find her. And when you do, you call me."

When she hung up, her front door opened up and Aya walked in. Cami blinked at the intrusion, but Aya greeted her like nothing. "Trouble in Crescent City?"

"Nothing I can't handle," Cami muttered.

"Such hubris. Surprising, given your lack of accomplishment," Aya rolled her eyes.

Cami placed a hand on her hip. "Tell that to Mohinder. Oh," she pretended to gasp, "that's right! You can't. He's dead. Your boss killed him, right after I made him look like a chump."

Aya looked bemused. "Is that how you recall it?"

"Yeah. That's pretty much how it went down."

"I admit you are a skilled revisionist. Why not tell me your version of another tale? About the witch Regent who was shunned by her own people?"

Cami was well aware of what Marcel had done to Davina, and though it sounded cruel she agreed with his decisions. Davina shouldn't be brought into vampire trouble. "I have no interest in what happens within the covens," she came out with instead. "As long as they follow the faction and city rules, they can do as they please."

Aya narrowed her eyes at the blonde. "You were incredibly close to Davina Claire, and just as she's about to be recruited by a consortium of the most powerful vampires in the world, her status as Regent is revoked, making her all but useless. You have to admit, that's quite a coincidence."

Cami upheld her professional tone. "Like I said, what witches do within their covens is none of my concern."

"Well, it would be foolish of you to defy the very organization that had so recently granted you membership. After all, you and your menagerie of downtrodden vampires have only just begun to reap the benefits we provide." Aya walked up to Cami, meaning to be menacingly. "The Strix have no tolerance for insubordination."

Cami looked far too amused for the situation she was in. "Then I guess I should start paying dues?"

Aya stepped back. "Funny you should mention that. We do have a favor we require."

Now that put a damper on Cami's amusement.

"Tristan has been captured by the Mikaelsons, and since they have refused to release him under peaceful terms we're going to have to go in the hard way."

"You...you want to go to war with the Mikaelsons?" Cami said quietly, involuntarily swallowing down nervously.

"The Mikaelsons declared war when they took Tristan captive," Aya snapped. "I'm calling on you as a Strix to come to the aid of your brethren."

"But that's a suicide mission!"

"Rest assure we have the advantage," Aya pulled out an ornately carved stake from her bag and waved it at Cami. "I assure you, Marcel, I have no suicidal tendencies. What I do have is a weapon - one that can take down even an Original. It won't kill them, but it will subdue them indefinitely. I used one much like it on Rebekah Mikaelson."

Cami was stunned, and frankly terrified, then. "That thing can take down an Original?"

Aya forced Cami to take the blade into her hands. "You'll take this, go into the Mikaelsons' home under the guise of friendship, and then you will drive this stake into Elijah's heart. We will free Tristan and imprison the head of our sireline, all in an entire evening. Do this, and you will have proven your loyalty to The Strix. Fail, and we will revoke your membership... and your life along with it."

The conflicted face sprawled on Cami's face was more than a reason for Aya to doubt the blonde's loyalty, and it was exactly the reason she had thought of Cami in the first place.

~ 0 ~

At Jackson Square, Amarrah impatiently awaited for Klaus to make an appearance as they agreed. When the man finally showed up, she was more than disappointed to find he was with Lucien.

"When I said I wanted to see you, I meant alone," she sent Lucien a glare, pressing her bag closer to her side.

"Have no worries, I'm not interested in you," Lucien responded back in the same detesting tone she had for him. He looked about to the newest of stalls around them. "I'm off to go hunt for the stupid clue."

"Bye," Amarrah waved sweetly and waited for the man to leave a good distance between them before she spoke to Klaus. "For the record, I'm still crossed with both of you, but I happen to like you just a little bit more."

"Thank you, because I was looking forwards to earning your affections," Klaus rolled his eyes.

"I sincerely hope you avoid using sarcasm when trying to get Maleny back," Amarrah cleared her throat and got to business. "I have something for you," she reached inside her bag and pulled out none other than the Serratura. Klaus' eyes widened and immediately took it from her. "I'm pretty sure Maleny slipped it into my bag yesterday when I came over. At first I didn't get why she would give it to me, but...I realized I was just the messenger. She wanted you to have it."

Klaus studied the medallion in his hand, but his interest in it was gone - he wanted Maleny back. Amarrah watched his sarcastic, cold demeanor wash away and couldn't help smile.

"I hope it sinks in that even after everything, Maleny still didn't trust Lucien with that," she nodded to the medallion. "She trusts you above all. Don't let her down," she said grimly then walked off.

Klaus was left to think about the new revelation. He gripped the medallion and looked around, more determined to find his blonde witch.

~ 0 ~

Marlenie had brought Hope downstairs to the living room where she had placed the toddler over a blanket with toys for entertainment. While Hope played, Marlenie watched from a spot beside the blanket and occasionally interacted with her. Eventually, Hayley came into the room, looking worse for wear.

"How's she doing?" she asked the older vampire.

Marlenie smiled softly and rubbed Hope's back. "She's wonderful. I can't believe I have a little sister." Hope glanced back at Marlenie and squealed happily.

Hayley smiled at the genuine love that had already formed between the two siblings. She then took a seat on the floor beside Marlenie, leaning against the couch. "I bet it was a lot to take in."

"Just a little," Marlenie shrugged. "I mean, all my life I've spent searching for my father. He was the only one I thought was alive. I never thought I would find my mother here, and that my brother was still alive. It's the family I always wished I could have."

"I hope you're not looking for the picture perfect family, though," Hayley coughed awkwardly, earning a chuckle Marlenie.

"If you're referring to yourself and Hope, I admit it was not thought of, but…" Marlenie gave a once over to Hayley, "...you don't seem interested in my father like that lunatic redhead."

"I'm glad we acknowledged that part," Hayley laughed. "I would also like to point out that I'm married and that I love your mother very much. We haven't really spoken since, um…I came back," she decided to keep the curse story brief for time's sake, "She kinda, um, called me out on my shit - well, she called everyone out on their shit - so things have been a little bumpy. But I still love her. And I'm glad she's found herself two children."

"She doesn't even know I exist," Marlenie reminded quietly. "I saw her for an entire day but...I couldn't bring myself to do it. Especially since she was pissed at my dad. I wanted to wait until they got back together, but…" she sniffed, feeling a lump in her throat.

Hayley sadly looked at the woman, reaching to stroke Marlenie's hair. "Hey, it's okay. Listen, if there's one thing you need to understand about your parents it's this: no matter how angry they are with each other, sooner or later they fall back with each other." Marlenie slowly raised her blue eyes to Hayley, still sniffling. "Believe me, I've been a witness."

"But I doubt their problems have ever been this big," Marlenie said quietly. "Because, my mum, she...she and Lucien…"

Hayley crinkled her nose. "Yeah, we all figured that much. Just as I'm sure Maleny assumed of Klaus and Aurora. But how about you go and make sure neither Aurora nor Lucien get their grubby hands on your parents?"

Marlenie frowned, confused. "What? But I thought you needed me to…" she glanced at Hope, "...watch…"

"Hope's grandmother is here," Hayley explained and with the look Marlenie gave her she sighed and briefly added, "It's marital issues. Hope and I are going home. You can go help Klaus. I heard they're at Jackson Square or something from a phone call Elijah made. If you go now, you can probably still catch him."

Marlenie's eyes lit up and she graciously hugged Hayley. "Thank you! Oh, thank you!"

Hayley laughed and pulled away. "Alright, alright, you can go!"

Marlenie scrambled to her feet but not before kissing Hope's head. "I have to go, baby sis. See you later!" she sped off.

~ 0 ~

Aurora was in genuine awe as Maleny finally told her the story of her curse cycle. After such a harsh hit, Maleny didn't have much energy to keep refusing. While the blonde sat on the floor in the center of all the unconscious men, Aurora listened while leaning against the cage's fence wall.

"So you're telling me you were actually my dear little cousin Cecilia?" Aurora had herself a good, mocking laugh. "Oh, now this is just too good!"

Maleny frowned. "Ticktock smartass - your ending is near. This won't last very long."

Aurora, surprised at such a response, sobered from her laugh and looked at the blonde with cocked eyebrows. "And what makes you think that? Will you be the one to end me?"

"Clearly, not," Maleny shook her head then flashed a smile. "However, I do think the people coming for me probably might."

"And just who do you think is coming for you?" Aurora crossed her arms. "Klaus? Please, the moment he hands over Tristan, I will make sure our spat ends and we'll be together again. And Lucien?" she scoffed. "If you think that man loves you, you are sadly mistaken."

"I think we've seen to what extent Lucien loves me," Maleny inputted. "For a thousand years his hatred for you has never diminished. You killed me, what do you think he'd do now when you two are equals?"

Aurora rolled her eyes and leaned off the cage fence. "Nothing, because if he lays a finger on me my brother Tristan will come after him. Besides, like I said, he doesn't love you. Do you know what he said to your daughter?" she slowly walked towards Maleny. "He wasn't so opposed to breaking your little mortal body as retaliation should anything happen to him." Maleny's eyes widened, both hurt and confused. Aurora continued, seeing the effects of her words. "He loved you, true, but as Cecilia - not this," she gestured to Maleny's current appearance. "Right now you're just the mind he loved, but your body means nothing."

"You're...you're lying," Maleny slowly got up to her feet, meeting Aurora face to face. "You're just that jealous of me you're lying."

"Jealous?" Aurora incredulously looked at the blonde. "Now why would I ever be jealous of you?"

"Why bring me here?" Maleny got into her face. "Why put me in excessive danger? You said it yourself, I'm precious to Klaus. Because even when he was with you, I was still lurking in the back of his head. And now I even have Lucien. He's despised you for centuries, and even after he ran with you and Tristan pretending to be the Mikaelsons, he never could stop seeing you as what you were: the vindictive, crazy murderer."

Aurora snatched Maleny by the hair, forcing her to her knees. "Easy there mortal. You wouldn't want to lose those pretty eyes of yours - or perhaps a limb?"

Maleny yelped at the raw pain on her head, but Aurora didn't let go. "Then get to it! I'm not taking anything back."

"I must say you're a brave little one despite the fact you're going to die tonight," Aurora truthfully remarked.

Maleny scoffed. "I've been sacrificed in cold blood, lost my twins to sacrificial witches, faced Esther Mikaelson, been taken prisoner by Mikael - the vampire who hunted vampires - and I fought a pack of werewolves in the bayou on my own and faced a ravenous witch named Dahlia. You are nothing compared to all those people. You're just an annoying, jealous twat."

Aurora balled a fist as she raised Maleny up with her free hand. "You talk high and mighty for someone who died in such a pitiful way - begging and sobbing," she took on a mocking voice, "'No, no, don't make me do it, Aurora. Please!'" she rolled her eyes and pushed Maleny backwards, causing the blonde to crash over a table.

The blonde panted as she tried standing on her own, but the sharp pain on her side from the crash prevented her from doing so. "Sadly, I don't remember that…"

Aurora tilted her head. "You don't...remember? How is that possible? It was a very commemorable night."

"I don't remember everything from my past lives," Maleny continued to explain, using the table to support herself. "I don't know what you did, except that you killed me."

"Oh, but we can't have that, can we?" Aurora clicked her tongue and smirked widely. "You need to know so that when I kill you again, you can compare the pain just before you close those eyes for good."

"I'm not dying today," Maleny declared, sounding far more sure than what she believed at the moment. "But, by all means, go ahead," she gestured. "I've been ever so curious of what happened."

"It was the same night Nik and his siblings were going to leave," Aurora began, looking more interested in her nails. "Elijah had compelled me to tell Nik all these foul things that I really didn't want to say. Heartbroken, I roamed the hallways where I found…"

A distraught, heartbroken Aurora walked down a hallway sobbing to herself. She had just sent the love of her life out her door, and she was fairly certain she would never see him again. But her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of familiar giggles not too far from her. Curious, Aurora sped up her walk and turned to a hall where her cousin, Cecilia, and Lucien were having a moment to themselves.

The mere sight of them caused a deep repugnance in the pit of her stomach. Lucien had Cecilia pressed against a wall and pepper-kissing her entire face. Cecilia giggled up until she was finally kissed on the lips. When Cecilia finally noticed they were no longer alone, she gasped and pulled away from the kiss.

"Aurora, what happened?" she immediately took notice of her cousin's face covered of tears.

Aurora gritted her teeth behind closed lips, feeling an enormous rage against the two lovers. Cecilia had no idea what was running through her head. She turned to Lucien, who was suspiciously staring at the redhead.

"I think I need to be with my cousin," she told him quietly. "Could we see each other tomorrow instead?"

Lucien looked away from Aurora and softly smiled at Cecilia. "Of course."

Cecilia chuckled as he pepper-kissed her face all over again. "Go!" she exclaimed, trying not to laugh so loudly. People were still wide awake and she didn't want anyone to find them.

When Lucien finally left, Cecilia focused entirely on Aurora. "Cousin," she walked up to the redhead, "what happened?" she reached to clear some tears off Aurora's face but Aurora grabbed her wrist instead. "Aurora, wha - ow!" she yelped when Aurora gripped her wrist so hard she actually felt one of her bones snap. "Aurora! What are you doing!?"

Aurora pulled Cecilia towards her, a dangerous anger glinting in her eyes. "You are happy...the pathetic servant actually makes you happy?"

Cecilia didn't understand what this had to do with anything. "Aurora, you are hurting me...ow!" she dropped to her knees when Aurora crushed her wrist entirely.

Before she knew it, Aurora had sped them to her bedroom. Cecilia was shoved forwards, stumbling to the floor.

"I don't...I don't know what to do…" Aurora began to pace back and forth, and when Cecilia glanced back to her cousin she could see she was not alright. "Elijah has...has ruined me! I hurt Nik and he's going to leave forever, and…"

Cecilia blinked and slowly rose to her feet. "Aurora, please calm down."

Aurora turned on her, a new flash of anger spreading across her face. "But you…" she whispered, as if it were just dawning on her, "you're so happy...happy with…"

"Aurora," Cecilia motioned with her hands to once again calm down, "maybe you should rest-"

"DO NOT TELL ME TO REST WHEN THE LOVE OF MY LIFE IS LEAVING ME!" Aurora suddenly screamed and sped up to Cecilia, the force taking them mere inches from the window.

And that's when Aurora realized what she had to do.

Her eyes flickered to the window, and remembering what Elijah did to her earlier, she tried her luck. "Turn to the window dear cousin."

Before Cecilia could question the command, she obeyed and turned around. Confused, she looked down at her feet. "How did I...why did I…?"

Aurora laughed in surprised. "I did it! I can actually do that…"

"Aurora, what just happened?"

Aurora looked to the side in thought, thinking of her next move.

"Aurora…?"

Aurora sped to be in front of Cecilia, "Climb onto the window!" blurted, eagerly waiting to see if the results were the same.

Cecilia put her good hand on the wall and used it to climb up to the window sill. Her heart raced with utter fear. "Aurora, stop this!"

Aurora maniacally laughed at her success. She walked towards her cousin, eager to continue. "Take one step forwards…"

"Aurora!" Cecilia's voice shook as her foot took the ordered step. "Please...stop this. I don't...I don't understand…"

Aurora looked out the window and saw the very field of lavender she had landed on when she turned. Her eyes drifted up to Cecilia, able to see the tears streaming down her face. At the perfect angle she would fall to the ground.

"Like I said, Nik is leaving me...and I don't like being unhappy…"

"Aurora, don't make me…" Cecilia began when she realized what her cousin was intending on. "It's not my fault…"

"No, it never has been, has it?" Aurora mocked her tone. "You are always so happy, and helpful, and it disgusts me. Now I am going to be alone and you'll still have Lucien? No, no, I find that completely unfair."

Cecilia was sobbing by that point. She breathed in heavily, her hand clutching the hinge of the window. "No, no, don't make me do it, Aurora. Please!"

Aurora felt a thrill hearing her cousin beg for her life and yet knowing it was impossible to escape. She stepped back to get a full view of the show she was going to direct.

"Cecilia, be a dear and step…"

Cecilia shook her head, terrified. "No! LUCIEN!" she cried at the top of her lungs, no longer caring for their secret.

Aurora reacted fast then, knowing seconds were left. She pulled Cecilia down only to order her, "Step off the window right now!"

She let go of Cecilia who instantly took the step she needed to and fell. Aurora quickly looked down in time to see her cousin hit the ground. It only took a second for people downstairs to rush outside.

Maleny felt overwhelmed by the memory she was getting brief flashes of. She found a new sense of disgust towards Aurora now that she knew the truth. "You murdered me because you were jealous? Are you kidding me!?"

"I murdered you because it wasn't fair!" Aurora snapped back.

"Oh, oh, that makes it better," Maleny put a hand over her chest as she tried to wrap her mind around it all.

"I don't know why you keep calling me murderer," Aurora huffed. "Or why everyone does it, for a matter of fact. Clearly, you avoided death. I'm curious though, how did you pull that off? I saw you," she stepped towards Maleny, "We all did. Lucien was there and he cradled your bleeding head. You. Were. Dead."

Maleny crookedly smiled at the heavy disappointment in Aurora's voice. "What part of I was thrown into a curse cycle with sacrificial witches did you not understand?

"But that's impossible!"

"I'm curious, when you were compelled to run away as Rebekah, was that before or after you had a funeral for me?"

The question made Aurora realize she had left before truly seeing Cecilia buried down into the ground.

Maleny saw that too and laughed. "I'm sorry dear, but I was probably taken by one of the witches before the family could bury me. I came back to life - did I mention I could do that? It was all part of the curse. I would tell you if you had complaints you could take it up with the witches responsible for it, buuuut…" she innocently smiled, biting the tip of her index nail, "Klaus sort of wiped them all out for me. Oops."

Aurora raged as she sped up to Maleny. "You think you're so important," she growled, pushing Maleny back. "But in the end you're simply a meal for anyone to take…"

Maleny hissed as her back hit the fence cage. "I'm the incentive…"

"Blood bag," Aurora repeated herself, a wide smirk taking place on her face.

Maleny didn't waste a second of reasoning when she kicked Aurora in the stomach and made a run for it. She didn't intend on escaping, she just wanted to find something to defend herself with. Her magic was not an option with how weak she felt. But, just like the first attempt of escape, she didn't make it far.

Aurora stood in front of her, eyes dark with anger. "You're going to regret that one…" she bared her fangs and lunged for the blonde who screamed instantly.

~ 0 ~

"This is pointless," Lucien complained yet again after finding no clues of Aurora in Jackson Square.

Klaus, who stood not too far from him, glanced his way. "For someone who claims to love this kidnapped woman you don't seem very motivated to find her."

Lucien rolled his eyes. "Of course I'd like to find her, but Aurora has made it more tedious than it needs to be. Maleny sure has a way of complicating things, doesn't she?"

His more or less insult made it difficult for Klaus to stay focused on the task. He turned away from Lucien, eyes scanning the market stalls. Something shiny caught his eye in one of the market stalls. While Lucien looked elsewhere, Klaus approached the stall and lifted the pendant of Maleny's golden necklace. He saw there was small, green charm of felt taped on a side of the display.

It was that of St. Ann's.

~ 0 ~

Following Aya's instructions, Cami made it to the compound for Tristan. However, she planned on doing something very differently, though she was frustrated Elijah wouldn't even let her explain her plan.

"Camille, this is utter treachery!" Elijah was in the middle of accusing her. "I knew you were upset with me, that you were angry, but to actually come in and-"

Cami groaned loudly and motioned with her hands for him to stop. "You need to stop already! This little torturing thing you got going on won't last much longer. The Strix will come for Tristan. Now it's just a matter of how they will come. Will they destroy half the Quarter in the process? Or will you please just listen-"

Elijah sped up to her, coming face to face with her. "I can handle The Strix."

Cami scoffed and pushed him away, more for her blush. "You couldn't even deal with Tristan. He's about to OD on wolf venom, and the only thing that you can get out of him is the word 'Cepheus'," she mockingly clapped at him. "You're doing a fine job. This guy has been around for a millennium. He can withstand all your vampire mind-games. And if you end up killing him, we lose Rebekah for good."

"So what are you suggesting here?" Elijah arched an eyebrow. "I simply hand over this wretched fiend and stand idly by as you set him free?"

"I am suggesting you listen to my idea," Cami sighed. "I need to take Tristan back so that I can have the Strix's full trust. Hell, I can find out where Rebekah is and keep them from declaring war on the Quarter if you trust me."

Elijah was much to frantic to listen to some idea. His hatred went farther than Cami could ever imagine. "I will not release that filth."

Cami was left standing alone in the hallway, evidently hurt by the lack of trust between them despite all she had done in the past for his cause.

~ 0 ~

"I'm only saying we find another way to deal with Aurora than follow blindly along her bread-crumb trail," Lucien told Klaus as the two came into the parking lot of the church.

Klaus whirled around, his patience - which hadn't been good from the start - reaching the 'zero' spot. "I've been gracious enough to allow you to keep talking today despite the deep hatred I feel for you. I am getting Maleny back and-"

"And then what?" Lucien challenged, stepping up. "You'll take her back home? Hmm, last time I remembered you kicked her out. You don't honestly think she'll forget all that, do you? She's been with me, and I doubt she has any desire to go back to the home that turned its back on her—"

Someone had sped up behind him and snapped his neck. Klaus watched the man go down to the ground with slight amusement but was stunned to see Marlenie standing behind the body.

Marlenie was looking down at Lucien with a grim face. "God I just hate him."

"Marlenie!? What the hell do you think you're doing?" But Klaus' angry question didn't faze Marlenie.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" She shrugged. "Helping you save Mum."

"I specifically told you to stay at home—"

"And I didn't come to this Quarter to stay home while my family battles out in the streets." Marlenie's face had hardened, a familiar expression. Klaus didn't quite care for it.

"This is not your fight!"

"Yes it is!" Marlenie exclaimed. "Aurora is my opposing sireline therefore she's my enemy too. But above all," she stepped over Lucien's body, "she kidnapped my mother."

"I understand—"

"No you really don't," Marlenie said sharply. "You don't understand what it means to find out that my mother is alive. My mother!" She moved around Klaus, taking to pacing a few steps from him. "Being a vampire has been a blessing and a curse for so many reasons but one of those blessings is being able to remember my mother when I was a child. When I was an infant!" She turned to face her father who had taken to watching her silently, almost remorseful. "She cared for me and my brother with all the love in the world..." Tears came to Marlenie's eyes as a sad smile spread across her face, "Even when she knew that the witches were going to kill her, and in the absence of a father, she gave me all the care and tender love that only a mother could give."

"You're right," Klaus started, sighing as he walked up to Marlenie, "I don't understand any of that sort of stuff. My mother was nothing of the sort, but I have no doubt that Maleny was a good mother." Despite his heart being dead and used to the coldness he typically held, he felt it come to life knowing Maleny loved their children. The love and determination in Marlenie's eyes to save her mother was proof enough. "You really are her daughter..."

"And yours," Marlenie said quietly, swallowing hard. "I got to spend very little time with my mother and had to make peace with the fact that I would never see her again. Now I find out that she's not only alive but in her own body too and some lunatic is holding her hostage. I cannot — I will not — let anyone hurt her."

An undeniable pride flashed across Klaus' face upon hearing those words. He reached out a hand to Marlenie's hair, gently stroking it down. "Do you know why your mother named you 'Marlenie'?"

Marlenie gave a casual shrug. "After her, duh."

A low chuckle slipped through Klaus' lips. "Yes, but I was the creator of that name."

Marlenie's eyes widened. "Seriously?"

Klaus nodded. "I came up with it. I told Maleny that if we were ever to have a daughter, she should be named after the strongest woman in her life: her mother."

A new sense of determination flooded Marlenie's face. "I am strong," she nodded fervently, "And I'm going to save her. Don't ask me to walk away when she's in danger."

Klaus smiled fondly at his daughter. "Let's go, then."

~ 0 ~

Inside the church/gym, Aurora was clearing her face of blood with a towel after her 'snack'. Meanwhile, Maleny laid on her stomach on the floor, barely conscious as the fresh blood ran down her neck down to the open cuts of her blouse. Even part of her hair had been left wet with blood.

"Do you know what I just thought of?" Aurora inquired, turning around to the blonde while dabbing at the corner of her mouth with the towel. "You and I are nothing alike."

"Got that...right," Maleny feebly replied, struggling to lift herself from the floor. Her arms shook and she nearly went down again. "You're a murderer...deranged...and…plain evil."

"Aw," Aurora pretended to pout as she walked towards her. "I may very well be all those things, but do you know what I have never done?"

"No, and frankly...I'm not...interested - ah!" Maleny yelped when Aurora grabbed her by the hair, forcing her gaze up.

Aurora leaned down beside Maleny's ear and dramatically whispered, "I never played with two hearts before." She let go of Maleny's hair, distastefully rubbing her blood stained fingers. "I was always loyal to Nik. I love him, why wouldn't I be?" she looked down at Maleny, seeing the guilt filling up her blue eyes. "But you? You are one sadistic, hypocrite. You say you've been Nik's first love but in the end you left him for the stable boy. Then, after 2 weeks of making Lucien think you love him just like you used to...you now wait to be rescued by the former."

Maleny was able to pull herself into a sitting position with her legs to one side. "It wasn't like that…" she spoke quietly.

"Oh please," Aurora rolled her eyes. "Was that not the intention when you ran back to Lucien?"

"I don't...know…"

"Of course you knew!" Aurora snapped and turned to Maleny. "You needed to feel loved, so what did you do? You ran back to a lovesick imbecile from a thousand years ago." She squatted down beside Maleny, about to add more when Maleny cut in.

"Funny, I'm pretty sure...that's what Klaus did two weeks ago," she pointedly looked at Aurora.

Aurora scowled but controlled herself due to the blonde's life literally hanging from a thread. She couldn't feed off anymore without killing Maleny. "Your humor won't be enough to cover your guilt this time, sweetheart. At least I can admit to what I have done. But you? How do you plan on leaving this place should you make it out alive? Will you be able to look either Lucien or Nik in the eyes? Or," she chuckled, "what about your twins? What will they think of you when they see their precious mummy-"

But Aurora couldn't finish her words due to Marlenie speeding into the room and throwing her against the cage fence. "I actually feel just fine in regards to my mother," she put her hands on her hips. "Though when it comes to you, hm," Marlenie stepped towards Aurora who was peeling herself off the cage fence, "I want to murder you on the spot. How I will do so still remains unknown. Pull the heart out? Cut the head off?"

"Marlenie," Klaus' voice rang throughout the entire room as he came in. "Get away from her."

"Yes, father," Marlenie replied and stepped back until she was beside Maleny.

The presence of Marlenie with Klaus confounded Maleny...not to mention Marlenie's last words. Maleny looked between the two for a while, but it didn't last long when her guilt caught up with her.

"Stop this game," Klaus looked at Aurora, doing his best not to look like he too wanted to murder her at the moment.

Aurora scoffed. "This is not a game, Nik! This is an intervention. You're in danger of losing the love of your life...me."

Marlenie rolled her eyes then, mouthing 'Oh my God'...something that made Maleny dimly smile. When Marlenie looked down, however, Maleny instantly looked back down to the floor. Miraculously, Aurora had been right about something - she couldn't look her twins, nor Klaus, in the eyes without feeling shame.

Aurora walked towards Klaus but Marlenie purposely stepped into her way. Glowering, Aurora continued. "We're finally together after so long apart, all the world before us, if can just dodge a few minor obstacles. Like this nuisance of a prophecy, my brother's internment, the insufferable influence of Elijah... But what I cannot overcome is your affections for someone else. I've waited far too long to share you now."

"Okay," Marlenie cut in again, ignoring Aurora's massive death glare. "We have reached the irrelevant point in this conversation so I'll just be taking my mother now…" she turned back for Maleny but before she took one step Aurora sped up beside Maleny.

"I don't think so," she yanked Maleny by the arm, forcing the blonde to stand up.

"This is pointless, Aurora!" Klaus, doing well to hide his concern, called to her. "You cannot actually believe she means anything to me…"

"But I do believe it, Nik! I see it, the fear in your eyes," Aurora frantically exclaimed. "Do you actually love her?"

"You know I love you," Klaus tilted his head, trying to figure out her next move already.

Aurora smiled in relief, and suddenly her entire demeanor changed. "I'm so glad you admitted that. I wanted Maleny to hear it…" But then her hand on Maleny's arm switched places with her neck, "...before I rip out her throat."

Feeling her throat being crushed, Maleny gasped for air. Marlenie became furious. "That's it!" she lunged for Aurora but the redhead proved more clever and sped to a different location in the room.

Now standing just outside the entrance of the cage, Aurora coldly looked at Klaus. "I have to say I don't very much care for your rude daughter. I can handle the little one, but this one cannot remain with us my love."

As Marlenie turned to face Aurora, panting in fury, Klaus reached for her to bring her back. Warning her with a mere look to stay still, he replied to Aurora. "Honestly, Aurora...these petty displays are so far beneath you. Wild scavenger hunts, threats against innocent acquaintances. They cast you in a very unflattering light. Jealousy's more my game."

"Oh," Aurora rolled her eyes, "would that I didn't have the need for it."

"Why should you? Maleny is no rival to you. Your fears are ridiculous."

"Nik, I have no doubt that you love me. I was just hurt to learn that you would lower yourself to this distraction…"

Maleny was shoved in the direction towards Klaus. And with little strength, she fell to her knees. But throughout it all, Maleny couldn't bring herself to look at Klaus, for she truly didn't know if he was speaking the truth or not. She didn't have much of a face to demand clarification.

"Especially after the foul game she's played with you and Lucien," Aurora went on, smirking as she discreetly watched Maleny lower her gaze. "Only the real wicked play with two men at a time, don't you think?" She walked to where the blonde laid, picking her up by the arm. "And then acting like she's done nothing - my God if that doesn't spell 'fake' I don't know what will. I mean, have you even considered the idea that perhaps that one," she nodded towards Marlenie, "and the other twin, aren't even yours? But Lucien's?"

Maleny then cleared her throat before anyone could say something. "You didn't actually just say that…?"

Aurora barely registered the question when Maleny mustered enough energy to backhand her across the face. Enraged by the idiotic action, Aurora turned on her with strike over the head that easily knocked Maleny out.

Seeing no more point in playing nice, Klaus sped across the room to pin Aurora against the cage wall. Aurora laughed as she looked past him where Marlenie rushed up to Maleny.

"Oh, poor, frail little thing. How sad you involved her in this."

Klaus glanced back to Marlenie, both exchanging nods before speeding himself and Aurora out of the church.

~ 0 ~

"Elijah! We aren't done!" Cami followed the Original out of the downstairs living room, masking her pain with anger.

"I rather we think are, Camille," Elijah corrected, angry himself.

"Why? Because you decided so?" Cami reached out and forcibly turned Elijah around. "Isn't this what led to our argument in the first point?"

"I don't have time for this," Elijah has what Cami considered a warning look...and that only infuriated her more.

"Good, because I don't have time for this either," she crossed her arms. "You are forcing me to be what you have considered me the moment I joined the Strix: a betrayer."

Elijah narrowedly watched her pull out from her jacket's pocket the blade Aya gave her earlier. He then turned around as he heard footsteps nearing them, and was stunned to see at least a dozen suit-clad Strix members coming in from every entrance possible.

Slowly, Elijah turned to Cami, a mixture of hurt and rage on his face.

Cami upheld a perfect, cold glare towards him. "I'm sorry, but you forced me to do this."

"You expect me to fight you?" Elijah asked, clearly conflicted.

Cami made a face and shrugged. "Fight, surrender...I really don't care the manner. Point is, this," she gestured to the blade in her hand, "must somehow, in the process, be in your chest."

"Camille O'Connell, you have overstepped yourself this time," Elijah declared, and while his heart broke further than what he thought was possible he stepped towards her. "For my family, I will fight even you."

A brief flash of pain crossed Cami's features, but she covered it up with a laugh as she put away the blade in her pocket again. "Just like last time…" and she prepared herself to fight.

~ 0 ~

Meanwhile, inside the church, Marlenie was helping Maleny sit up as the blonde came to after Aurora's hit. "It's okay, you'll be fine now," Marlenie assured her. She only made distasteful faces when she saw the nasty cuts and bruises on Maleny's face and the ones peeking out from the open sleeves of her arms,.

Maleny wasn't seeming to mind so much of her injuries as she stared at Marlenie. "You…" her frail voice said, "...you're...my…" Marlenie knew what she was trying to say and chuckled, the tears just coming to her the more Maleny stared. Maleny inched closer to Marlenie, placing a shaky hand on the woman's face. "Marlenie?" she whispered.

Marlenie nervously chuckled again, tears pooling in her eyes. "Hello, mother. It's really good to see you again."

Maleny was a wide-eyed mess in the face of her daughter. Having Marlenie in front of her were bringing long lost memories and the only problem was that they were coming at light speed. "Oh my God!" She pulled Marlenie into her arms for a hug.

Marlenie was surprised but it lasted very little as her own memories began to flood her mind. "Mum..." She dug her face in the crook of her mother's neck, wrapping her arms tighter around Maleny. A thousand year old vampire she was and yet she felt a thousand times safer in her mother's arms, not to mention loved.

As weak as she felt, Maleny still rubbed Marlenie's back soothingly. "Shh, it's okay." This woman was her daughter...she had a daughter. The idea was strange, but when she thought of Nicolas she felt an incredible joy in her stomach knowing she not only had a son but a daughter - she had two kids!

~ 0 ~

Hayley had heard the ongoing fight in the compound from across the street in her apartment. She ignored the pleads of Mary to stay away and went to join the fight. She didn't expect for there to be so many of there Strix, but she wasn't planning on going easy on them. When defeating her share, she moved onto Elijah but saw he had also defeated other Strix members.

"You mind explaining what the hell is going on?" Hayley sharply demanded.

"Isn't it obvious," Elijah turned to her, "The Strix have come for Tristan. Where is Camille?"

Hayley blinked. "She was here?"

"Still here actually," they heard Cami's voice right before Elijah felt a gruesome pain on from his back. Cami had stabbed him from the back through his heart. She lowered him to the ground as his skin began turning gray and desiccated.

Hayley watched the entire ordeal with shock and, frankly, betrayal. "Cami?"

The blonde rested Elijah on the ground and stood back up. "I don't do the fighting - I'm cleverer than that."

Before Hayley said even a word, several more of the Strix swarmed into the room and surrounded her. She had to go up against them while Cami silently watched from behind. While Hayley did manage to kill most of the members, two of them survived and pinned her to a wall. One of them proceeded to choke her until Cami had enough and sped up to them, pulling their hearts out from behind.

As Hayley dropped to the ground and coughed to catch her breath, Cami stepped back and blankly looked at her. "It goes without saying - I didn't use the actual blade on him," her eyes flickered to Elijah's neutralized body on the floor. Hayley watched, with curiosity, as Cami's eyes softened up.

"Tell him not to be angry with me," she requested meekly. "I only did what he did to me when he decided to dagger Klaus. Difference is...I wanted to tell him."

Before Hayley could say a word to her, she sped away. Her final act was to go and heal Freya with her blood, knowing Aya had probably lethally hurt her.

~ 0 ~

Outside the church, Klaus was dragging Aurora towards the parking lot. While he looked angrier than ever, Aurora was more like a child as she treated it all with amusement.

"Oh, you're quite cross, aren't you? I haven't seen you this mad in a thousand years."

"If you don't behave yourself, you'll see a lot worse," Klaus made sure to coldly warn, his tone making Aurora snap out of her childish behavior.

She jerked out of his grip and glared. "I don't much like that tone! Although, given what I did to Rebekah, I suppose it's to be expected. Unless the source of your ire is the threat I made against your little pet…" she purposely trailed off to see what the reaction from Klaus would be. As she presumed, his eyes narrowed down on her in that dangerous murderous way she had only seen placed on others. "You really do care about her, don't you? Well, now I suppose I shall have to kill her."

Wrong statement.

Klaus used his speed to slam the woman against a wall of a nearby building. Aurora chuckled. "Ooh, are we to play rough now? Foreplay's changed in the last millennium." She switched places with him so that she was pinning him against the wall. "Tell me, can your pathetic Maleny excite you the way that I can? Can she allow you the joy of giving into your most wicked desires?" she desperately tugged his jacket's lapels.

"I tire of this fantasy," Klaus pushed her away. "You were someone I left behind long ago...and as someone said to me before, the past is meant to stay in the past."

Aurora stepped away from him, her eyes filling with tears as she realized her tremendous mistake. "You're angry. We say things to hurt each other when we're angry. That's what lovers do. But I know that I'm the one for you. As I know that you will thank me — eventually — for killing your little human pet."

Klaus sneered. "You presume to know me? Then know this — I will gladly end you for what you did to Maleny," he mockingly laughed then, "If Marlenie doesn't get to you first. Though perhaps I could use you as a lesson for her. Because that's what fathers do, don't they? They teach. And since I have missed my daughter's entire life, I will eagerly show her what I know. The first lesson I'll teach her will how to torture. Because I swear to you I will make you suffer in ways your spoiled little mind cannot possibly imagine. And when it's over…" he snatched Aurora by the arms, pushing her back, "...when your sweet recollections have been rendered obsolete, you will associate my name with fear and pain, and perhaps the dull realization that you—" he slammed her back to the wall, ignoring her terrified whimpers, "—are nothing to me."

Aurora gasped when he grabbed her head to finally find out the coordinates of Rebekah's body through the mind. When he memorized the coordinates, he broke it off and backtracked quite proudly.

"You went into my mind…" Aurora said in utter pain.

"And took the only thing I needed from you," Klaus nodded. "So...what's to stop me from killing you now?"

~ 0 ~

"I don't understand…" Maleny was still studying her daughter from head to toe, "...why didn't you...why did you…"

"Why didn't I tell you right away?" Marlenie figured her question out. Maleny nodded and allowed Marlenie to help get her up. Her legs wobbled a little but Marlenie held her with a good grip. "Because you said you were having problems with Dad, so...I didn't want to add to the conflict by saying I was your daughter. I wanted to wait, and…"

Maleny sighed. "I think you got a lousy bargain, my dear."

"I don't think so," Marlenie softly smiled at her.

Maleny returned the smile for a minute when she caught site of one of the unconscious men Aurora turned begin waking up. Marlenie followed her gaze and saw the entire group of men begin waking.

"Ah, it never ends," Marlenie treated it with weariness. She gently helped Maleny lean against the cage wall. "Now please, mother, just stay still."

"I don't have much of a choice," Maleny admitted, rubbing at the killer headache she was mustering through.

Marlenie chuckled and turned away. "Now boys, we can do this the nice way - I can fetch you blood...or you can die."

"We have to feed," one of the men declared, already making hungry eyes towards Maleny. "Marcel told us what would happen - we feed or we die."

Marlenie rolled her eyes but quickly reacted when another made a dangerous advance on her mother. "Back off!" she commanded, lunging on him to begin the battle.

~ 0 ~

Aurora was devastated by the backfire of her plan, and cried. "But I love you, and I know that you love me!"

Klaus was more or less bored with her declarations. He was deciding whether it would be a good idea to kill her there, or wait til Tristan could see it happen. He became distracted by the carrying sounds from the church.

"Marlenie! Watch out!"

The sounds of fighting worried Klaus more and so he sped back to the church, leaving Aurora mid-sentence. He arrived at the scene to find Marlenie in the middle of snapping a man's neck. She had taken down most of the group but there were still two more trying to make their way towards Maleny.

"Hey, get away from her!" Marlenie turned towards them, about to speed up to them when Klaus beat her to it.

He grabbed one of the man by the arm and snapped his back. He let the body drop and then quickly did the same to the remaining man. Maleny winced when the last body fell to the floor. Klaus pulled her from the cage wall into his arms, simply needing to have her with him again. Maleny gasped, at first surprised he would want to touch her. When she felt his grip tighten, she knew all would be well and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, stifling a sob behind her lips.

Behind them stood Marlenie who beamed silently. 'Thank God,' she mouthed up to the ceiling.

~ 0 ~

"Here you go," Cami handed over a vial of blood to Aya, the two along with Tristan, in her living room. Aya took the vial rather suspiciously. "It's Klaus' blood - I got it from a friend." And boy would she owe Marcel a lot for that favor. "It'll heal Tristan, I promise."

The women gazed back to Tristan on the couch, the man worse for wear after several bites from Hayley. Aya slowly went to him and had him drink the blood. Almost immediately Tristan felt his wounds healing.

"Aye, you've proven yourself quite helpful, Camille," he praised the blonde. "You have my gratitude."

"We should go," Aya announced and helped Tristan to his feet. "There's much to do." She glanced at Cami as they made their way to the door. "Cami, we'll be in touch."

Cami blinked, looking mildly irritated. "Um, no," she said and made Aya stop. "I did not just bust my ass off fighting for the Strix, being forced to go up against one of the oldest vampires when I don't even have two years of vampire life! And not to mention because you-" she waggled a finger at Aya, "-came into my house, uninvited, and forced me to become a marked woman. I don't know if you know this but loyalty is a two way street. Where's your loyalty to me?"

Aya frowned. "We have every intention of making good on-"

"Please don't give me that stupid lie," Cami sighed, rolling her eyes. "Today was proof. You need me on your side. But, if this is how you treat your friends, I might not be there the next time."

Offended by the way she was spoken to, Aya meant to for Cami. However, Tristan stopped her, looking more impressed by the blonde. "She's right. Camille, you've earned a place at our side and everything that entails."

Cami nodded, trying to not to look so relieved that her fake boldness had worked on the two.

~ 0 ~

In the compound, Freya was studying the enchanted blade Cami had left behind after healing her. When she heard Elijah and Hayley coming into the living room, she looked up and sighed. "This stake was imbued with dark magic. It's strong enough to take down even you."

"So apparently The Strix has no shortage of weapons," Elijah rubbed his face, frustrated.

"Well, at least they don't have Cami," Hayley felt the need to add, but was quickly shot down by Elijah - or at least he tried to.

"I'm not so sure about that," he turned to leave when she grabbed his arm.

"Don't tell me you actually bought into that whole charade, Elijah," she warningly looked at him. "She saved me, she healed Freya, and she didn't use the blade on you. Not to mention she left the true blade here for us." Elijah remained silent, looking elsewhere. Hayley rolled her eyes and continued on. "I saw the way she looked at you before leaving. Elijah, that was not the look of a traitor. Plus, she said she wanted to tell you the plan. You're smarter than this."

With that, she left Elijah to think about it. Knowingly smiling, Freya got up from her spot and took the blade with her to study it somewhere else. A minute later, Elijah felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw a text message from Cami.

'Would you like to know what Cepheus is? I'm willing to share if you're willing to listen this time.'

A warm smile spread across Elijah's face as he responded back to the message.

~ 0 ~

Aurora lonesomely sat on a park bench in full tears. Not even Lucien coming to sit with her took her out of her misery.

"I never thought I would say this," Lucien sucked in a breath, looking more or less disappointed by the events of today, "But you and I...have been turned into the same thing."

Aurora glanced at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

Lucien met her look with amusement. "We were the simple distractions for Klaus and Maleny during their spat moment." The realization made Aurora sob even more, not that Lucien cared as he went on. "I mean, I gave Maleny everything she could possibly need and want. She wanted to turn and I offered her that from the start...but she didn't take it. I didn't see it before but she wanted to turn by Klaus, not me. In the final moment, she never looked back to see where I was."

And it was true, he believed. He'd came back from Marlenie's snap-of-neck in time to see her and Klaus took a weakened Maleny out of the church. Maleny looked far too comfortable in Klaus' arms as they walked off.

That was something he wouldn't forget.

~ 0 ~

Now showered and changed into pajamas, Maleny sat on the couch of the the compound den with a blanket over her legs. Marlenie sat on the ground, leaning against the couch holding a magazine in front of her.

"And you should see it!" Marlenie was in the middle of saying. "I had this entire line of gowns be reversible!"

"Reversible?" Maleny made a face, still wonderstruck by the fashion idea.

"Oh yeah!" Marlenie nodded. "I thought it would be a silly idea that the humans would eat right up. And so far it's worked out well for me. I made thousands off them and…" she turned her head to see her mother wearily looking back at her, blinking languidly. Marlenie put the magazine just beside Maleny's leg, shifting to face Maleny completely. "And you don't really care about this, do you?" she arched an eyebrow, chuckling.

"No, no!" Maleny took the magazine into her hands and opened it up, passing the pages full of Marlenie's clothing designs. "First I get the surprise of finding out I have a daughter, and now that she leads a designer company? Of course I'm interested. I want to know every single detail about you, Marlenie."

"I want to know all about you too," Marlenie smiled. "But I think we can get started on the 'me' part," she giggled as she pushed herself to her knees and scooted closer to Maleny. "I can show you memories of me...and even Nick! I know your head's spiraling so I can help clear some of them up!"

Maleny softly smiled, nodding her head. "I would love to see them."

Overexcited, Marlenie jumped on the chance. She put her index fingers on Maleny's temples, focusing on the memories she wanted to show. However, for some reason, it wouldn't work. With eyes closed, she couldn't see Maleny struggling not to doze off there and then.

"Why isn't it working?" Marlenie pulled away with a childish huff.

"Because your mother is tired, clearly," Klaus was the one to answer her when he came into the room. Marlenie looked back at him, mildly disappointed. "Her mind needs to rest."

Maleny sheepishly met his look but stayed quiet. Marlenie looked between them and cleared her throat. "Well then, I guess I should go make your bed," she patted Maleny's hand and got up. "Because, you are going to stay here right?" she looked between her parents again.

"I…" Maleny barely got to look at her changed clothes when Marlenie answered for her.

"Of course you are!" she cheered and kissed Maleny's head. "I'll go set everything up!" she announced and hurried off.

Maleny cleared her throat awkwardly and feebly said. "I, uh...think I'm staying tonight."

"It appears so," Klaus said, trying to act nonchalant as he sat beside her on the couch. "I would like you to stay here, though...where I can protect you."

Maleny sighed, "Because clearly I am once again in need of babysitting."

"Mal—"

"It wasn't to be rude," Maleny clarified before Klaus say more. "I was trying to...lighten up this awkward mood."

"I honestly think there's no way to come back from it," Klaus, amused, smiled at her.

Slightly disappointed, Maleny nodded. "Yeah, I was afraid of that."

There passed another moment of silent awkwardness until Klaus remembered he harbored something important of hers. He reached inside his jacket's pocket and pulled out Maleny's golden necklace. "I believe this belongs to you?" he held it towards her.

Maleny gasped and her eyes lit up at the sight of her prized possession. "My necklace!" She scooted closer and took it, gazing in relief at its fine condition. "Aurora took it from me...I thought I would never see it again." She looked up at Klaus, almost to tears. "Every time I think it's lost forever you always give it back. Thank you."

"I feel it's probably the least I could do after...today," Klaus sighed, the guilt rapidly mounting over his shoulders.

Almost seeing the guilt, Maleny shook her head and shifted to sit side by side with him. "Let's be honest, I had to see that woman some time. And, while most of the things she said was utter crap...she was right about one thing: I am a wicked, fake woman."

"What?" Klaus looked at her, completely lost on how she came up with that conclusion.

"I played with two hearts," Maleny whispered, now guilty herself as she forced herself to look him directly in the eyes. "And that is nowhere near the woman I ever want to be."

"You're not," Klaus said with so much certainty that Maleny could almost believe it.

"I am," Maleny sighed. "Look, I'm going to be honest here, and you can go into another fit rage with me but it's the truth. Yeah, I loved Lucien in the past, and I will not apologize for that." The look on Klaus' face told her she was definitely on the track of getting another wave of anger from him. "I shouldn't have to apologize, Klaus! I wasn't myself and you know that. Besides, I don't hear you apologizing for you loving Aurora."

"That is..." it appeared Klaus was about to go in a tangent in his defense but Maleny was pretty darn sure she knew what it would sound like and so said it herself.

"Completely different because it was, oh I don't know, you?" she waited with arms crossed. "That excuse is not going to be accepted. The truth is not pretty and it's not something we like to talk about apparently but here it is: you loved someone that wasn't me, and I loved someone else that wasn't you. But..." she looked him in the eyes again, terribly nervous, "...I believe what is more important is who we love now."

But, of course, neither would answer in that moment. Everything was too raw, too conflicting.

"Whatever our answers are—" Maleny began after a moment, "—there's one thing I would like to apologize for. Because after everything, I still expected you to come rescue me like you had an obligation to."

"I had to!" Klaus frowned, thinking this should have been an obvious. "Aurora took you because I angered her."

"But you still didn't have to," Maleny insisted. "It should have fallen on Lucien, but…" she bitterly laughed and looked to the side, "...I heard that to him I'm just breakable and difficult to love because I'm no longer his 'Cecilia de Ark'."

"You didn't lose—" Klaus was just going to say but Maleny scoffed loudly. "You haven't," he insisted, nervously reaching to touch her face. He wasn't sure if she would allow him to do so, but when she did nothing and attentively waited for him to continue he felt better. "You still have a home here, you have a family. Plus, there is a little sarcastic, almost teenage behaving, vampire running around here now that's eager to follow you around."

Maleny chuckled as she thought of Marlenie. "Right…"

"And…" Klaus added after a minute, more nervous then, "...I don't know how you view me anymore, but…"

"Oh, you mean the moody hybrid that can occasionally give me headaches?" Maleny quirked an eyebrow up, making him chuckle a minute. She sighed when it became awkwardly quiet again. "Whatever happens, just know, please, that no matter what, I don't ever want anything to happen to you. That's why I snuck the medallion into Amarrah's bag. I do have affection for Lucien," that small phrase wounded Klaus unlike anything else in his lifetime had, but thankfully enough Maleny continued on (unbeknownst to her unintentional shot), "but you are my family, you and everyone else here."

"Thank you," Klaus shared a small smile with her.

Maleny nodded, and when the silence quickly returned to them, she didn't feel as awkward anymore. But there was one last thing to bring up, and it did embarrass her a little due to what it entailed.

"So…" she cleared her throat, looking down to her twiddling fingers, "...we have a...daughter…"

Klaus nodded, still in awe of the new concept. "Aha. Freya did the blood spell and...she's ours. Though really we could just compare tempers to know the truth."

Maleny laughed softly. "Yeah, I heard she made a spectacle on Thanksgiving."

"You should have seen her," Klaus said, sounding immensely proud. "She threw knives at Lucien so strategically - if only she had bit of a better aim she would have gotten him. Not to mention the chairs she broke."

Maleny smiled. "Klaus, has it actually sunk in yet? We...have twins? Did you ever think that we would come this far?"

"Up until last year, I thought you were dead...so...no," Klaus admitted and shook his head.

"Didn't I give you the surprise of a life time?" she playfully nudged him.

"Yes, you did," Klaus answered her, his voice suddenly soft. Maleny upheld the look he had on her but eventually her weariness caught up with her and she accidentally let a yawn slip from her lips. "Mal, would you like to go to sleep now?" Klaus asked, trying not to look so amused by her childish sleepy face.

"That...would be nice, yes," Maleny nodded.

Klaus stood up from the couch and promptly picked her up, not too surprised she hadn't refused his gesture as her eyes fell shut only seconds after. Missing the warmth she gave him, Klaus purposely walked slower towards her room. He needed to soak up all that he had lost for two weeks.

#ocfairygodmother #fd: the originals #the originals #klaus mikaelson #the originals fics #klaus mikaelson fics #klaus mikaelson imagines #the originals imagines #tvd fics #tvd imagines #oc: Maleny Rowan #fic: under the same stars

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crazysleepydreams · 1 year

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When The World Welcomes Spring

I'm still doing this! Here we have the uhh...lemme check. Here we have the Thursday Promp! Please enjoy, thanks to @albinokittens300 who made these promps and elliecat78 who is my beta and does a great job!

While the world was preparing itself to welcome Spring the servants at Casterly Rock were preparing the castle for something better: the Northern Queen had accepted their Lord's petition for a betrothal. And the courting would take place right there: their lord called it neutral ground. Most of the household couldn’t comprehend why their little lord called his ancestral home neutral, but they let it be: they were used to his eccentricity, some due to shock while others had years of acclimation.

Only two people heard the unspoken words uttered by Lord Tyrion Lannister with that declaration. It's untainted by the memories of fathers, of Joffrey, of Cersei, of a forced union of us, we have no memories of us here and it's also untainted by the memories of wars or the long night and all that happened there. One of those who heard these unspoken words was Maester Creylen who had served the Lannisters for longer than any Maester and had seen the birth of Lord Tyrion and the condenable way most of his family treated him due to things out of his control, and he had done his best to take the lordling under his wing at a tender age. The other person was once upon a time outside of the Lannister clan Joy Lannister, who loved her cousin Tyrion most and was loved in turn by him.

It was only two days until the arrival of the Queen of the North when Joy decided that she had to get her beloved cousin out of his solar for a couple of hours or at least get him to stop working for a while, so, with a smile, she knocked on the door of his solar: a place she had avoided at all cost most of her life, the solar of the Lord of Casterly Rock.

“Come In.” Called a distracted voice from inside.

Joy waltzed into the room only to come face to face with the disheveled appearance of her cousin. His hair was in disarray: part of it was in its natural stubborn ringlets, some part showed that at one point it had been bravely tamed and was just curly while most of it was sticking up at odd angles. As for his clothes: his reddish gray doublet was crinkled in at least a million places and it had ink stains all over it, just like his hands and face. All of this caused Joy to throw all etiquette out of the closest window as she started to laugh out loud, in a very unladylike manner. This caused Tyrion to raise an eyebrow and press his lips together while he waited for Joy to compose herself.

“You look like a fright.” She told him once she calmed down.

“Thank you.” The Lord of the Rock replied fondly knowing that her words were not meant to be unkind: she simply said what she thought. It was so refreshing.

“No dear cousin, don't look at me like that. I’m surprised that your solar is almost pristine and that you have gotten work done in your state.” She said looking around at the neatly ordered room and the parchments on the practically immaculate desk. “Did you sleep last night? Did you break your fast this morning or eat anything today? You know it is well past noon.” She asked him concerned, this was a frequent problem with her cousin: he’d start working and forget to take care of himself.

“Seriously, Joy, mostly pristine?” Asked Tyrion in mock offense.

“Yes Tyrion, no place with you in it while you are in that state can be called pristine and don’t deflect my questions, my lord. I’m not some servant girl you can oh so cleverly outsmart: I’m the acting Lady of Casterly Rock.” Mocked Joy back with a gentle smile.

“Yes I did sleep last night… some, but don’t worry I’m the halfman, I only need half as much as the rest, as for food, well…” Hearing her cousin's self-deprecating joke, Joy rolled her eyes grabbing his arm. By the gods he needs a wife! If only to have someone that makes sure he doesn’t kill himself by working too much or by following one of his brilliant ideas that almost always puts his life at risk. He may be a clever man, but he is still only a man: he might be a bigger danger to himself because he is clever.

“This halfman will come with me and we shall have tea with some snack for now and then you’ll be spending the rest of the day with me playing cyvasse or reading or doing anything as long as it isn’t work related: not as the Hand, not as the Warden of the West.” She told him firmly as she dragged him along the halls of the rock, much to the staff’s amusement, towards their destination. One of the smaller rooms that can be used to entertain guests with a balcony from which one could view all Lannisport and a great deal of the Sunset Sea, it was the place where her cousin had taught her many things from her letters and numbers to agriculture, mining and economy: as if he were her secret and private maester.

“But I’m Hand of the King and Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West, Shield of Lannisport and whatever.” Complained Tyrion half heartedly huffing.

“As you said, whatever, plus when it's just us, you told me you were just my cousin.” She told him and felt giddy when she saw that the servants had prepared the room and that their tea awaited them. “Now sit.” She ordered.

“My dearest Joy, you are turning into one bossy woman.” He told her while he resigned himself to do as she told him.

“What, don’t you like it? You are the one that plans to court and marry a Queen, a Northerner if I may add: if you want meek and obedient go looking for a lady from the Reach or maybe the Fingers.” She said, serving their tea and turning the metaphorical table on him.

“Oooh, but I never said that I didn’t like it. I do: it means you trust me and care enough to call me out on it if I ever act like a fool.” Tyrion said with an approving smile before sipping his tea. “And I’ll love spending some time with you, but as I said, I’m Hand of the King and, as you just mentioned, soon I’ll be busy courting a Queen.” He added while he looked at the baked goods.

“Yes, good try, but the only reasons you are leaving me today are to take a bath and for bed. Besides Davos is the acting Hand of the King in your stead at the moment, the realms won’t disappear while you take a day off or a couple of weeks. And, as you said, you are the halfman, that also means that you should get half the amount of work.”

“Joy, for a half Hand we already have Davos, I can’t take that from the man!” Lamented Tyrion while his mismatched eyes laughed at the joke he had just told her. “ But what of the West? The reconstruction of the castle of Castamere and the mining of its mines?” Asked the man fidgeting in place.

“Maester Creylen shall do the day to day work, with my input when necessary and if there is an emergency we will involve you.” Joy explained to him patiently, knowing that her cousin needed to occupy himself to feel worthy of.. well of anything. Tywin Lannister had really done his youngest a huge injustice, she also knew that he was desperate to not dwell on how things could go wrong with his Queen. “Now be useful and tell me some more things about Queen Sansa, I still have to plan some last details for her stay and may need your opinion on the do’s and the dont’s.”

At those words her cousin seemed to relax, and she knew she had done the right thing as he started to ramble passionately about the beauty, cleverness, intelligence and hobbies of the Queen of the North. Yes, while the rest of the world welcomed Spring, Casterly Rock would welcome Sansa Stark, Queen of the North, owner of Lord Tyrion Lannister’s soul and heart.

So a nice comfy, happy hopefull story from me for once! I'm so proud of myself!

#Sanrion fanfic #sanrion promp list #sanrion #tyrion x sansa #tyrion lannister #sansa stark #Tursday promp #Joy Hill is Joy Lannister

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eyetheguard · 1 year

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All the Halone and Llymlaen questions! (For Milo and Tatjenen, and Aurelle too if you'd like!)

Oho I will do Milo and Tatjenen, but only them because I don’t have enough of Aurelle mapped out just yet to give definite answers ;w;

For Milo:

Halone, the Fury

1. How protective is your character over their possessions and/or loved ones?

Milo is very protective of his possessions. After the calamity he had nothing but the clothes upon his back and his pack, containing only his mother’s jewelry, a knife, rope, and a small stuffed rabbit she gave him. All throughout working his way through kitchens and inns in order to build a life for himself, that bag was his home, and he has taken great care of those items. He has that attitude about everything he buys for his home and his closet. With people, he is quick to stand up for those he cares for, and although he’s not the strongest, he’ll at least try to be that for them.

2. How stubborn is your character?

He surprisingly isn’t all that stubborn - so it’s a bit awkward when he actually does push back on something.

3. Is your character more defensive or offensive when in battle?

Mi is a lot more defensive than offensive - he keeps his distance, and focuses on evasive methods and if he needs to attack. He prefers to have space between himself and his opponent, and normally uses ranged weapons such as a bow, chakrams, or talthums with the goal to disarm rather than hurt.

Llymlaen, the Navigator

13. Is there a place they haven’t seen that they wish to see before they die?

Fortunately no. At most he is content to die on the Source once he completes his contract with his gift, and that is good enough for him. Not everything is meant to be seen to him, and he is content not seeing all of the world’s secrets before he passes if it means he actually gets to pass on.

14. Favorite place they’ve been to?

Urth’s Gift and the lake in the Slyphlands. Urth’s Gift isn’t his favorite because he likes it, but because it’s a place that he feels normal and settled, despite the energy of the area being a little unsettling for those attuned to it. Both are places he likes to idle in alone, hand upon crystal and stone or sitting by the lake pulling his fingers through the water. Although the latter is incredibly dangerous to traverse, he manages alone. They’re perhaps places he prefers to never be approached at, which is rare for him.

15. How adventurous is your character?

Quite adventurous! Milo took a chance on a very small part of the world that he was fortunate enough to witness in his youth while playing the harpsichord and harp competitively, and he left home with basically nothing. He’s taken to the world and wants to be a part of it, with all of it’s danger and heartbreaks and joys and stories.

For Tatjenen:

Halone, the Fury

1. How protective is your character over their possessions and/or loved ones?

Tatjenen is not protective at all towards his things - he’s had to replace so many of his possessions due to his condition, and expects people to exit his life almost as soon as they enter it for mostly the same reason. He might put himself between a certain someone and danger, hell, he’d end the world for him. And his two friends, of course - he doesn’t have many, so those who stick with him are fiercely cherished.

2. How stubborn is your character?

He wouldn’t say he’s stubborn! Just.... persuasive. Tatjenen gets what he wants through tedious and difficult means most of the time to ensure that he never owes another, checked five times over for potential stopgaps to sweeten the deal and loopholes to tie up any loose ends all on his own. He won’t ever appear stubborn and is incredibly discreet with his methods - as long as you don’t get in the way of whatever he’s trying to get.

3. Is your character more defensive or offensive when in battle?

Defensive, in the way being in melee range is incredibly dangerous for his opponent. He’s not protecting himself, so to speak. His weapon of choice is a polearm, switching between a glaive, naginata, or sovnya - although his grip is closer to the opposite end of the blade, and very loose. He’s very quick to drop it for hand-to-hand combat if you’re close enough, and that’s where he’s actually a force to be reckoned with.

Llymlaen, the Navigator

13. Is there a place they haven’t seen that they wish to see before they die?

Not a physical place, just internal healing - Tatjenen would like more than anything to not worry the man he loves nearly every night, his condition is exhausting. He would like to return together, though.

14. Favorite place they’ve been to?

This may sound strange, but his garden. It’s his so of course he thinks it’s the best, but he lives on a hill with an unobstructed view of the sunset every evening. Call him vain, but he has had days where he’s just sat himself in the dirt with a hand mirror to watch his eyes change with the sky, singing to himself the entire time. His tomatoes seem to like that.

15. How adventurous is your character?

Tatjenen would say he gets enough adventure just trying to sleep - and he isn’t wrong in the slightest - but considering that, his work, spending his free time in Pandaemonium of all places, and his eventual position as Azem, it’s clear that even if he claims to not be fond of adventure, he’s always meant to be in the middle of one.

#// questionnaires #// answers #// about mi #// tatjenen #thank you for the ask!#sorry i didn't do them for milo's mom @_@;#i haven't written enough of what she's actually done in the old company her and his father and adoptive mother used to be in together #i hope i haven't made any serious grammatical errors lmfao TT;;#sleepy....

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duskamethyst · 3 years

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mistakes.

a/n: totally for self indulgence... don’t know how is this gonna do though since i’m not sure if a lot of people has caught up with the manga but i’m pretty sure the fandom has seen him at least once and instantly thirst for him. so, idk what colour his eyes are (i can see blue but fanwiki says green so i stuck with that and in between). this comes with a package of me pointing out how big and buff he is and idc if you’ll get annoyed over it.

word count: 6.1k

genre: AU, nsfw, smut, angst if you squint

warnings: DARK – NONCON, coercion, corruption kink, daddy kink, size kink, choking, mind break, breeding, face fucking, slight dacryphilia, spitting, age gap, degradation, virgin reader, dilf toji manhandling reader

pairing: toji x f!reader

languages available: vietnamese.

summary: you want to surprise your bestie, megumi upon his arrival home from college but things take a terrible turn.

one.

heavy rain starts pouring as soon as you’ve reached the front doorstep of the fushiguro’s household. it was a dumb idea to not bring an umbrella with you despite the sky already starting to get dark when you left home earlier, but you were willing to push your luck and started sprinting once you felt prickles of droplets landing on your skin. with a stroke of luck, you managed to escape the heavy downpour from soaking your clothes.

drawing a deep and relieved sigh, you take a moment to regain control over your breathing before knocking the big front door. aware of the aftermath of the run, you fix your hair with your hands as you wait for megumi to come and greet you.

college made you and the male to part ways until phones were the only thing that kept you both up to date with each other’s lives. ironically enough, that’s the thing you forgot to bring when you left home in a rush and excitement to surprise your dear friend since he’s coming home today. you can vividly remember the last text you read; he was at the train station and you had to estimate the time of his arrival and the time he would be at home instead of asking him.

however, you’re caught slightly off guard when a different man opens the door for you instead. nonetheless, your lips curl to a sweet smile and there’s a brief of awkward silence before he speaks. you know him, but he doesn’t seem to remember you at all.

“you’re..?” with a tilt of his head, he looks down at you with a curious brow.

“it’s me, mr. fushiguro!” you offer your name, scrutinizing the expression on his face as his forehead crinkles while he jogs through his memories. then he glances at you and away in thought and back at you again with wide eyes when he finally recalls.

“oh, it’s you!” he ruffles your hair, a bit too enthusiastic in spite of his usual character that you were always familiar with. “i haven’t seen you in a while.”

you let out a little laugh, “yeah. i think i was fourteen the last time i saw you, mr. fushiguro. but it’s nice to see you again.”

“ah, yes. i had to go out of town and overseas for business a lot.” toji explains, rubbing the back of his neck, slightly bashful that he didn’t recognize the girl– no, woman before him even when you both have met plenty of times back when you often came to play with his son since you both were still little.

but can anyone blame him? time works wonders and now the little girl he used to know has grown to be much more mature and gorgeous and so... demure.

“yeah, megumi told me. speaking of him, is he home?” you finally inquire, bringing up the reason why you’re here in the first place.

two.

“why don’t you come in first? it’s cold outside.” he says before immediately turning around without answering your question. you close the door behind you and follow him closely, also somewhat intimidated when you realize how tall and huge he is– the tight fitting shirt stretches over his wide back and accentuating his physique even more. his arms are toned and popping with veins, not the way you used to remember at least, but you’ve never cared to notice. you’re not certain of his age either, but you’re pretty sure you’d be surprised if you find out.

“do you want coffee or tea?” toji suddenly breaks the silence as you nervously stand in the middle of the room to take a glimpse around the kitchen like it’s your first time being there, completely heedless over his gaze lingering up and down your curves, observing the figure of a girl who just freshly went through her womanhood and your lascivious beauty before he quickly turns around to grab two mugs from the cabinet.

“anything is fine.” you politely reply, fear of sounding somewhat demanding if you choose your preference despite being offered with choices.

“come on, you’re giving a man a hard time.” he jokes. “and sit down.”

he’s trying to extend his invitation though intentionally sounding assertive, but when he sees that you are quick to comply and scramble to your seat, he finds it to be... stimulating. at least he knows that you’re docile and he wonders if he could put it to the test. well, doesn’t matter. he will.

“coffee is good.” you smile, interrupting his train of thoughts and he pours the coffee from the pot before walking over to hand you your mug.

“unfortunately,” he sits down on the chair next to you. “megumi isn’t home right now.” toji puts his lips between the warm mug and softly blows before sipping his coffee. “he wanted to take a short trip to the store but i think he’s going to be stuck there for a while.” he looks out the window to only see pitch black staring back at him along with roaring thunder from the skies.

“oh.” you mutter, taking a careful sip of the hot brew. a little disappointed that you couldn’t see megumi yet, but his dad is right– it’s nearly a disaster outside but you find no point hanging around any longer either.

“is it too bitter? you don’t like it?” his voice laces with concern when he notices your face involuntarily scrunches up at the bitter taste.

you quickly shake your head, “no, no. it’s fine!” you reassure, afraid that he’ll take offense from the coffee he personally made. “besides, if megumi isn��t here, i–”

three.

“oh, it’s fine if you wait here for him.” he cuts you off. “unfortunately, we don’t have an extra umbrella.” the corners of his lips tug into a comforting smile and you are quick to relax into it.

you’ve always found toji to be quite frightening when you were young. he seemed like someone who never smiled, always had a sombre and intense vibe to him that no child would be too fond of. there was no exchange of words between you two, except for your constant brief hello and a smile that you did out of courtesy whenever you bump into him inside his house, even though he never replied anything back. not even a crack on the lips to return the smile.

but today is different. probably because he finds it easier for him to talk to an adult than a child and you’re relieved that you’re able to humor him in some way.

“so, are you and megumi a thing?” he abruptly asks and glances at you as he sips his coffee.

“no, we’re not!” you titter, waving a hand in dismissal as you bring up the mug to hide your face from embarrassment.

“oh?” a glint of amusement and surprise shines in his green eyes. “are you sure?”

you blink at the question as heat warms your cheeks from the thought of dating your best friend. “yes, megumi and i are just friends. really.”

“why? because you have a boyfriend?” toji pries, uncaring if he sounds intrusive to you and you only assume that he’s trying to strike up a conversation in some old fashioned way.

you just shake your head and laugh, “it’s not that, either.”

“hmm,” he props his elbow on the table leisurely, head resting on his fist as he looks at you intently, as if in search of something. “you’re pretty hard to figure out.”

“what do you mean? i don’t think so.” you smile, bringing up the mug to cover your face again so you can shy away from his intense gaze yet he thinks that it’s endearing and he finds himself grinning unwillingly.

toji notices how you always try to look away when you get so shy over some simple questions. you’re just oozing with purity and innocence of a maiden and something dark and twisted inside him is craving to violate every part of it.

“for a start, i can’t figure out why you don’t have one.” he says, tapping his fingertips on the table as his mind is running with sinful thoughts.

“hmm, maybe because i haven’t found anyone interesting yet.” you finally lock your eyes with his as you answer, not wanting to come off as rude if you keep on talking without looking directly at the man.

“isn’t my son good for you?” he couldn’t care less to be honest; he only plans to test the waters and is even more aroused to learn that you’ve never been touched by a man before and he feels like a wolf that’s just ready to pounce on a lost, little lamb.

“oh, no, no!” why do you have to get so bashful? he’ll fuck you on this table if you don’t stop. “we just don’t see each other that way.”

he’s so lost in his thoughts and carnal desires that whatever you’re babbling seems to go in one ear and out the other.

“then, what do you think of me?” he asks nonchalantly with a smirk plastered across his face.

you blink at him once, twice. “uhh, what?” is he suddenly getting self-conscious?

“you heard me. what do you think of me?” yet he doesn’t seem like it either.

“umm,” you ponder for a moment as you think of every adjective you can find in your head that wouldn’t come out offensive if you’re going to be honest with him. why would he even ask you such a thing anyways? and why would it matter to him? there’s nothing nice about him that you could exactly pinpoint from the past except for ‘scary’, ‘serious’ and some other things revolving around those.

“i thought that you were kinda... scary?” you blurt unsurely, mentally slapping yourself for even daring to say such a thing to him. unless it’s a vibe that he was going for, then you’d be relieved.

it isn’t exactly what toji wants to hear but he laughs heartily, “really?” a shiver runs down your spine when he looks at you again, his eyes glimmering with daunt. “but are you still scared of me?”

“uh, no.” you laugh. “you’re actually really nice, mr. fushiguro.”

“oh, that makes me feel better.” another grin etches on his scarred lips as he draws his gaze to your hands that are tensing and fiddling with your sleeves and your leg is bouncing; a perfect depiction of a trembling lamb cornered in his den– and he’s fucking starving.

has he got you on edge? are you nervous? good. “but i think you should.”

a lump catches in your throat and your heart drops, “i- what?”

the chair emits a screeching sound and it stumbles backwards as toji abruptly stands up from his seat. sheer panic causes you to rise on your feet too, and your eyes dart to the chair, and the male, back and forth as your mind tries to get a grasp on the situation.

“mr. fushiguro..?” you whisper meekly, taking a step away and around the table as you notice him taking a careful yet threatening inch closer.

“no, no. i’m not gonna hurt you.” toji (barely) reassures you as he continues creeping on his feet. but the sinister smile on his lips takes out every last bit of faith you had in him and the loud voice in your head keeps telling you to run for the door and never look back– fuck the rain.

as if he can read through your thoughts, he warns. “but i will, if you run.”

the smile on toji’s face turns smug when he sees you freeze in place upon his threat. being trapped under the unpleasant situation triggers your fight or flight responses and rapid heartbeat drums in your ears as you stand in trance and trepidation.

“that’s a good girl.” he coos, taking another step forward before you decide to throw a mug at him and dash towards the door as fast as you can. you assume that toji has pushed the table to the floor when you hear a loud thud, followed by his hasty footsteps as he catches up quickly behind you.

the door that is finally within arm’s reach suddenly changes into a mirage when a strong pair of arms grabs you by the waist and your body floats as it lifts onto his shoulder. the huge contrast between the size of your body and his should let you know; no matter how much you try to resist, he will never budge. yet, your arms and legs still flail around in an attempt to punch and kick him and you’re screaming for him to let you down and just hope that anyone is able to hear your cries in spite of the thunderstorm.

well, so much for luck.

“ah, ah. you don’t wanna do that.” there’s a mocking and amusing tone in his voice as he advises you. “you should save that energy later. juuust in a bit.”

“mr. fushiguro– stop–!” you sob, watching your only escape slowly disappears out of sight when he turns to a corner and into a dark room. your body bounces onto a mattress before toji’s huge, ripped figure swiftly looms above yours and ties your hands together with a belt and onto the headboard. at this point, the illuminating lights through the windows are the only thing that aids your vision and you have to rely more on your senses.

“shh,” he shushes you with a finger against your trembling lips. “the neighbors will hear. and if they do, i want it to be because you’re getting fucked so good. so be a good little girl for daddy, okay?”

regardless of being terrified, you find yourself cringing over the nickname he refers to himself. hopefully, he won’t ask you to call him that either. “mr. fushiguro– i– please don’t do this. i- i won’t tell anyone.”

toji tsks, taking his sweet time to admire your smaller body underneath his– the exposed, soft skin on your neck waiting to be bruised, chest heaving as your breath comes deep and short, and legs pressing together to secure your modesty; though will prove to be futile later.

“i know you won’t.” his thumb grazes against your lips, mesmerized by its plushness as he imagines it wrapped prettily around his throbbing cock. “are you a virgin?”

you only nod your head, eyes wavering as you look at his darker ones before catching it shine with interest.

“never had anything inside here?” he asks again, pressing your cunt against the fabric of your pants with his fingers. the dark room makes it hard to see, but your cheeks are turning red from humiliation and you look away before shaking your head no.

“are you sure?” toji’s thumb presses down on your clit and causes your body to shudder apprehensively.

“o-only my finger.” you audibly whisper through the white noise outside.

oh, how exhilarating. guess the innocent looking ones can be lewd too. don’t you know that a cock would make you feel better? a big cock like his is definitely what you need. just a finger wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you! poor little thing.

“then i got to teach you a few things, right? it’ll come handy later. boys love girls with experiences.” he promptly strips you off from your pants before carelessly throws it to the ground and kneels between your legs to keep you wide and open for him.

“you like to be touched here?” his finger reaches down to ghost over your clothed clit, observing you with lust filled eyes while you turn away from his gaze and remain unresponsive. “daddy is a very impatient person so i suggest you answer me.”

toji pinches your clit, and your body squirms with an elicited yelp. you can only guess (and hope) that he wasn’t referring to him touching you there but you answer anyway, “y-yes.”

he hums in satisfaction, moving down until his head stops between your thighs and in front of your sex. toji grabs your thigh and spreads them apart before flattening his warm tongue against your clothed bud, causing a shiver to run down your spine and it quickly draws your attention to him.

your face heats up in embarrassment when you see toji’s head dipped in front of your pussy, but he’s only calm and teasing as his jade eyes stare up to lock with yours to look for a reaction.

“you’ve never felt a tongue over here either, hm?” he sneers, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and you mentally curse yourself for feeling slightly aroused over his ministrations.

“just let me go, please.” you try to close your legs, but to no avail when his rough hands push them away.

“you know, if you keep asking for ridiculous things,” toji tuts and grasps your supple thighs hard, nails digging painfully on your skin. “i might have to get rough on you. but you’re a smart girl and you wouldn’t like that, right?”

“n-no.” you choke and fidget.

“good. because i only want you to feel good.” he offers a gentle smile and kisses the dented mark on your thigh. “so, let’s start over. you haven’t answered me.”

you nibble your lip hesitantly and look anywhere but him, “no.”

“see? all the more reason for me to show you what you’ve been missing out.” he chuckles, tugging your underwear to the side impatiently.

“fuck. such a pretty pussy.” he growls at the sight of your bare cunt. there isn’t a lot of slick yet, but it’s fine, he’ll make you get there. that’s the point of this whole ordeal, right?

your body quivers naturally once you feel the foreign sensation; wet, warm muscle prodding your puffy folds up to your clit and circling on it with the tip of his tongue teasingly as he observes you from below.

your eyes are screwed shut and your lips are caught between your teeth as you try to restrict your whines from the undeniable pleasure rushing in your veins and he doesn’t stop– your pathetic attempt to deny him and your sentiments only drives him to push you over the edge even more.

with a harsh suck on your clit, he manages to get you to squeal and you can feel him smirking underneath you. toji flattens his tongue and laps off your juices again before he takes you by surprise when he suddenly slides a finger inside your tight, wet cunt.

“shh. it’ll feel good, baby girl.” he comforts when he hears you whimper at the pain inflicted and true enough, it soon begins to feel good. you’ve fingered yourself plenty of times before, but it feels different when he does it for you– his finger is thick and long that it reaches deeper than you’ve ever been able to.

toji notices you start to become quiet so he slides in another digit, eliciting yet another sob from you. the warm and moist cunny makes his cock twitch and he finds himself getting eager. your back arches from the bed when toji curls his fingers to stroke the bumpy tissues of your g-spot with every drag.

“feels good, yeah?” he grins arrogantly as your legs tremble under his hold. your breathing has turned erratic and your toes are curling as your mouth gapes in pitiful, broken cries that are just music to his ears.

“answer me, sweetheart.” he presses down a thumb on your neglected clit, reminding you that he is not keen on being ignored and disputed.

“y-yes.” you finally choke through pants and shame. though the answer comes out in hesitance, your body is more honest– pussy sopping and eliciting obscene squelches and it’s enough to satisfy him for now.

your head thrashes side to side as you feel yourself about to tip over but you still refuse to beg toji for a release.

“hah– fuck!” you whimper loudly when toji oh-so-generously sucks your clit again, fingers pumping faster inside your cunt, making your body feel even more tense with overbearing stimulation before finally pushing you over the edge and you break into a silent scream.

toji laps off your slick before he pulls out his finger into his mouth and licks them clean.

“that’s a good girl. why don’t you taste yourself?” he climbs on top of you while you gasp for air from the intense orgasm and he easily pulls you into a fervour, sloppy kiss. you can feel the wet slick on his chin and you can taste yourself at the same time as he intertwines his tongue with yours.

four.

out of spite and vexation, you found courage to bite his tongue hard and toji instantly pushes himself from you, his dark eyes express astonishment and agitation.

“fucking bitch.” he curses as his eyes narrow at you displeasingly before he takes off his pants and briefs to release his cock from its confinements. his cock is throbbing and thick, and you can almost see a trickle of precum on its head. you crumple at the sight as regret and anxiety washes over you.

“don’t worry, it’ll fit.” he says cockily upon the worrisome look on your face. “but since you like it rough, i’m sure you want to choke on it first.”

“no– i’m sorry!” you shake your head but toji only lets out a scornful laugh as he disregards your pleas and props himself on the knees and over your neck.

toji slaps the tip of his cock on your lips, gesturing you to open your mouth but you purse them into a flat, thin line and refuse to obey.

“open up. it’s a part of your lesson after all.” he snaps before squeezing your cheeks together. “it’ll get worse if you don’t listen to me.”

“d-don’t wa-ant to– flea-shh.” you whimper and toji emits a long, deep sigh as he releases his grip.

“i don’t like repeating myself.” his voice is laced with malice and chills crawls up your spine as his eyes look down at you demeaningly before you slowly open your mouth trepidatiously and wait for his next order.

“no teeth. i think you’d know that much.” he patronizes before sliding his cock inside your mouth and he hisses as the warmth engulfs his throbbing cock. “that’s it. now, suck.”

and you have no choice but to obey submissively. you slightly lift your head and struggle to take his length as much as you can before running your tongue around to feel each prominent vein.

“i said suck, whore.” he commands through gritted teeth. you hollow your cheeks, compressing his fat cock tight between them as you bop your head up and down.

“fuuuck, just like that.” toji groans as his hand reaches the top of your head and caresses you softly. you start to pick up the pace, slobbering his dick with so much saliva that it begins to seep from the corners of your mouth and it’s so wet and obscene– just the way he likes it.

“it almost makes me think that this isn’t your first time.” his head falls back and hips begin to jerk until the tip hits the back of your throat, forcing you to take more than you could. you choke as tears start to well up in your eyes and the bedhead shakes when you try to tug your wrists.

“what’s wrong? can’t take my fat cock?” he scoffs arrogantly. “you gotta work on your gag reflex, sweetheart.”

the muffles from your throat vibrate against his dick and toji groans in pleasure that he subconsciously rocks his hips, slapping your chin with his balls. your vision has become blurry and breathing becomes harder as you let him abuse your throat and your jaws ache before he abruptly pulls out and you can finally gasp for precious air.

“look at you,” his cock twitches with excitement when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks from your doe eyes and he wipes them away with his thumb, making you flinch slightly, “are you sorry for making daddy mad?”

toji always tries to articulate each word with appease. it’s never soothing per se when you can sense the threat entwining in his voice and it’s fucking you psychologically.

and it deems to be successful when you’re already trembling in fear underneath him.

you’re uncertain whether he prefers you to speak or not, but your throat is sore so you meekly nod your head in response. it’s better than nothing, to be honest.

“good. open your mouth.”

your mouth is already parted for air but you assume that he wants to put his cock in again. submissively, yet dreadfully, you open your mouth wider and await for him to shove his cock back in but you’re surprised when toji spits in your mouth instead.

it’s warm and disgusting; you’re just left gaping and repelled, and you want to spit it out but toji squeezes your cheeks together.

“swallow.” he orders. you quickly brace yourself and close your eyes before cringing as you gulp down the mix of saliva in your mouth and toji releases his grip once he’s certain that you’ve ingested.

“i could’ve made you swallow my cum but i’d feel bad,” he chuckles sardonically. “what do you have to say?”

“t-thank you.” you whisper vaguely and he accustoms his face to a simper.

“good girl.” toji smashes his lips onto yours, yet his eyes are locked with yours ominously for a brief second– a telltale that he expects you not to pull up another stunt before they close as he deepens the kiss.

obviously, nothing would benefit you whether you comply or defy, not until you’ve catered for his insatiable lechery. but you’ve learned your lesson and although you’re compelled, you finally relent as every ounce of resistance begins to drift from you.

toji breaks the kiss and shifts lower, peppering greedy kisses on your neck before he catches the soft, chaste skin between his teeth to suck and form purplish bruising marks. he lifts up your shirt over your head and hastily unclasps your bra, causing you to shudder once the cold air hits your exposed breasts.

large, calloused hands press your mounds before his mouth latches on one perky tit, while the other is tweaked with his fingers. experienced tongue draws circles and sucks punishingly, alternating with the other nipple. the headboard rattles as you keen over the stimulation and your eyes open in dismay when you feel something hard prodding your clit.

he moves lower and spits on your cunt before propping on his knees to take off his tight shirt– through subdued glow, you can make out the outline of his toned abs and broad chest as his large build towers menacingly in front of you; even when he’s not standing on his feet.

“listen. daddy is going to release the binds, but do you promise to be good?” he asks, smearing the saliva with his cockhead and against your slit.

“yes. i- i promise.” you murmur appallingly; as if you have a choice in the matter.

toji leans over to unrestrain you then he observes you, expecting you to put up a fight but instead, you just remain still underneath him.

he grins in satisfaction, getting off to the fact that you’ve fallen into submission before he shifts back into his prior position and bends your knees up to line his cock with your hole. a feeling of triumph stirs inside him when he’s reminded that he’s the ‘chosen’ one to defile your innocence.

“stop! it hurts–!” you wail and your hands clench the sheets when you feel toji’s thick cock stretching your virgin cunt slowly, but he ignores you, groaning at the warmth that engulfs him and the tight walls that clenches him as he selfishly pushes through.

it burns. so bad. your chest heaves rapidly and you screw your eyes shut as your face twists to express pain and uncomfort. “please, please–! i can’t–”

“yes, you can.” his tone is indifferent as he holds you down since your body keeps on wincing until he finally fills you to the brim and he can see a bulge poking on your tummy.

“fuck. haven’t been inside a virgin cunt for a while.” he mutters under his breath. “now, i know it hurts but i promise you’ll enjoy it. it’s just too bad that you get to have a big cock as your first.” he snickers nonchalantly and leans down closer to your face, making you jolt when you feel it inching deeper.

“if it makes you feel better– you’re fucking tight. just the way daddy likes it.” toji whispers in your ear but you can only freeze in fear and agony.

toji hovers above you, his hands firmly grip the headboard in front of him and he begins to move his hips; thrusting in and out of your pussy.

your fists clench the sheets harder as a loud cry rips from your throat, “no! it hurts! please!”

but toji doesn’t seem to mind, his cyan orbs stare down at you coldly yet in focus as he relishes over the plush walls clamping down on his cock.

“stop! stop– i- i don’t want–!” you continuously wail as you writhe in anguish before he suddenly stops pounding and he wraps his hand around your neck instead, instantly drawing your attention to him as he applies pressure in his hold.

“if you don’t stop whining like a bitch in heat, i will fucking breed you like one.” he warns through gritted teeth, clearly agitated over your act of defiance.

“you want this. you’re going to love this.” his words are sick endeavours to coerce you into another round of complete submission.

but what else can you do? toji’s hand is so large that his middle finger and thumb almost reach each other as it clasps around your frail neck and you know he can easily crush your windpipes if he wants to.

“say it. you. want. this.” he seethes.

“i. want. this.” you barely croak each word and they’re slowly influencing your cloudy mind. as soon as he releases you, you soothe the pain around your throat with your hand as you gasp for air.

“fuck. don’t think i didn’t feel you clenching around my cock just now.” he sneers and situates himself again before ruthlessly and steadily continuing where he left off.

you only close your eyes and bite your lips hard to stop whimpering as you mentally comfort yourself and dissolve every inch of your sanity; i’m going to enjoy it, it’s going to feel good soon, i want this, i want this.

soon enough, toji notices that your muscles have relaxed– suggesting that you’ve finally caved in as pleasure overtakes you so he fucks you deeper and faster before he falls on his elbows and you can feel his bangs tickling your face.

“that’s it, baby. you make daddy feel so fucking good.” he praises between grunts. you can feel the veins on his cock dragging against your walls and he’s right, it feels so good and your lips open in breathless pants.

you find your arms to loosely wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist as if clinging onto him for dear life as toji ruts into your cunny like a feral beast.

“you like it, yeah? this is what you want, isn’t it?”

through hazy mind, you can only manage to whimper an audible ‘yes’ as you feel an odd, yet almost familiar knot twisting in your lower stomach begging to snap and your nails dig into the skin of his broad back upon the intense sensation shooting through your body.

a low, deep guttural sound leaves his throat when he feels your nails sinking and scratching his back– it prompts him to quicken his pace and you can feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over, causing your back to arch simultaneously.

“i’m– i’m gonna–!” you keen as your body trembles in anticipation and your sopping cunt is clenching on his throbbing cock like a vice.

“fuck yeah. cum on daddy’s cock.” toji urges and nips on the sensitive skin of your neck to tip you over the edge and your pupils blow wide as you break into a scream. despite being your second orgasm for the night, an overwhelming euphoria washes over you for the first time of your life; is this what it feels like? you don’t know, you’ve never had one (at least not from a cock) and your pussy is just fluttering, pulsing and creaming around his cock.

“hah– fuck. good girl.”

toji remains to snap his hips, fucking you through your high as you’re left in daze from your orgasm. toji can feel his balls tensing and his thrusts are turning sporadic as he inches closer to his climax. your whines and nonsense babbles are drowned by the feeling of pleasure that’s enveloping him and he doesn’t even have the resolution to listen to you gibbering when your cunny is just milking him, sucking him in like it doesn’t want to let go and he just wants to give what your greedy pussy asks for; to fill it up with his thick load until it’s full and leaking out of you.

and daddy knows best, after all.

“shit– i won’t be able to hold it any longer. say you want daddy’s cum.” he grunts.

you’ve partly snapped out of your daze when you hear his voice again, and though you can’t see his face that’s already buried next to your head, you’re petrified and it’s making you feel dizzy and suffocated.

“i– n-no. please not–” you sob through your raw throat.

but toji doesn’t listen and you don’t know if you’re relieved or not because if he does, you know that it’ll tick him off and it’s going to do you more harm than good– but you’re scared and it hurts, that you unwillingly start to snivel again.

“shut up. you’re gonna take it like a good cumslut.” he shoves two long fingers in your mouth, causing you to choke on them.

“daddy’s gonna cum in this pretty pussy and you’re gonna fucking take it.”

toji’s grunts ring in your ears and you’re able to feel his cock twitching inside you before he finally releases hot ropes of cum– filling up and defiling your womb.

“y-you came inside..” you mumble once he takes out his fingers as you’re left entirely devastated and stupefied.

“fucking did.” he pants, lifting his body up from you and pulls out his cock to shove back the dribbling cum that’s leaking from your abused cunny with his finger. you would wince but your mind is already numb and your body is sore that you can do nothing but burn holes through the ceiling above.

“don’t look so sad.” the room resonates with his chuckles and he gets off the bed to put back on his pants. toji walks over to the nightstand where a pack of cigarettes await him and he puts one between his lips and you can hear the flicking sounds of a lighter as he tries to burn the tip.

“i can promise you that other guys wouldn’t be rough as me but one thing’s for sure,” he inhales the tobacco and exhales in a gratifying manner, “that will stay as the best fuck of your life.”

fat tears stream down your cheeks and you curl on your side, protecting your now-ruined-body as you quietly sob and your mind takes you back from how the ordeal even started and causes you to end up where you are right now– and it only makes you cry harder.

toji only lets out an exasperated sigh. he grabs his shirt from the floor and throws it on his shoulder before reaching the door.

“megumi won’t be coming home ‘til tomorrow. he said something about the train and the weather, so you can leave when you’re done. you know your way out.”

you hear the door close shut behind him and you’re left in the dark with nothing but the smell of his tobacco and the sounds of the drizzling rain accompanying you as you drown in your thoughts and griefs.

how many mistakes have you made today? four? five? or more?

you’ve lost count and you question yourself over again until you’re no longer able to care.

what’s done is done.

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