things i did today:

woke up screamed about tayvis in my room whilst still half asleep

met w my diss supervisor had a lil therapy session w her and talked ab my diss

went to the library worked on my diss

took a break went on bird app saw more tayvis pics n internally screamed bc i'm in the library

finished two chapters of my diss and the conclusion

Hello, Your Parents Want Me To Have Your Babies

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

SUMMARY: Melina, my workplace’s neighbour, wants to set me up with her daughter.

I'd only ever hear about Natasha every couple of weeks, when her adoptive father, the mechanic that owned the garage workshop beside my father's cafe slash bar, met up with my uncle for beers one day last year. Ever since then, our families have been loosely intertwined, friendly but not too close. Alexei fixed my mom's wrecked car for a cheap price, in return I let his youngest daughter Yelena have free coffees whenever she pops over.

From what my father told me, Alexei's entire family, including his wife, were all involved in the family business of repairing cars, except for his eldest daughter: Natasha, who turned out to be an FBI agent living in Quantico. Dad says they're proud of her but they miss her.

"(Y/N)," my brother calls from the kitchen. I put down my phone and find him balancing three plates of sandwiches and a salad in his spindly arms.

He opens his mouth to explain the orders, but I cut him off.

"Alexei," I say, pointing to the bacon and egg sandwich. "A salad for Melina. The tuna and tomato roll is Yelena's. Did they want drinks?"

Peter nods. "Four coffees and a large bottle of water, they already have them."

I ruffle his hair to thank him and grab the plates, balancing the third on my forearm until I can place it on a tray. I carry it outside, years of waitressing practice keeping it balanced, and head towards the garage.

"Melina?" I call. Moments later the raven haired woman slips out of the office and smiles. She yells something in Russian that causes Yelena to slide out from under a silver BMW, covered in black grease. Alexei appears moments later wielding a spanner.

They hound me for their orders, gratefully patting my shoulder and carrying their food away to their separate stations. Yelena disappears into the shadows with her sandwich, and her father to his desk, but Melina simply brightens and says, "(Y/N), have you heard? Natalia is visiting."

"Yes!" Alexei yells around a mouthful of bread. "Family, reunion! Grandbabies!"

Melina hisses something in their mother tongue. I laugh, and then ask if Natasha was bringing her kids, though I wasn't aware she had any.

"He means nothing of it, Natalia is focused on work at the moment. Too focused, I think. No babies. No partner."

"Tell her about her penthouse!" Alexei encourages.

Melina flaps a hand at him in irritation. "Yes, well, she has broken up with Bruce, the shy scientist from work. And then Sharon, charming field operative, also from work. And now she refuses to date. Because of work."

I chuckle nervously. "Where are you going with this?"

Melina smiles innocently. "Nowhere. What happened to your last girlfriend, again? Your father mentioned something about . . ."  The look in her eyes is enough to egg me on, though the subject is one I rarely speak of these days.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I say, "Carol left to travel Europe."

"Shame," she nods sympathetically. "You don't seem bothered. Are you not looking for a relationship?"

"Not actively, but I'm sure another troublemaker will find me. I don't have a good track record of steady relationships," I admit.

"Neither does Natalia!" Alexei shouts.

"Oh!" I say. "Does she want Carol's number? Or my friend Harley, she's not looking for commitment."

Yelena snickers. Alexei frowns. Melina chuckles. "No, no, Natalia needs someone she doesn't work with, and you need someone serious, and we need grandbabies before we die, since Yelena neglects it."

I flush a bright red. "Grandb— I'm— okay, first of all, neither of us have the equipment for that—"

"Neither did Dad," Yelena pipes up, referring to the fact that she and her sister were adopted.

"Hey!"

"(Y/N)!" Peter calls, rounding the corner. "Ned's coming over to pick me up, we need to finish our physics project. Uncle Ben should be here soon, can you manage the bar until he gets here?"

I jump onto the excuse and yell back affirmation, say a quick goodbye to Melina before speed-walking back to the cafe.

Peter leaves with Ned soon after, and Ben arrives at around the same time. I move to the kitchens while he takes over serving our regulars, as he's friendlier with them than me.

I work on making more sandwiches and tapas meals until four, when my shift ends. I kiss Uncle Ben on the cheek and head home.

The smell of paprikash greets me as I unlock the door to my apartment, which I guess means that my roommate is home. I call out a hello to her and head to the shower.

I groan happily as the hot water rains down on my front. I close my eyes and lean my head back, thinking over how strange the day had been, and lose myself in a trance of relaxation.

"(Y/N/N)!" Wanda barges in. I jump and almost slip grabbing the shower curtain to cover my body as I peek out at her.

"I'm naked," I hiss.

She ignores me and holds up two clothes hangers. "Pantsuit or dress?"

I push my wet hair out of my face. "Uh, are you bar-hopping with Vision or going to a family dinner?"

"Get together with some friends," she explains. "Vis, Sam, Steve and some guy named Bucky who I'm informed we're supposed to be pretending Steve isn't in love with, do you know him?"

"Nope."

"Okay, well, he's bringing some friends, so I'm bringing you. Don't make that face, you know almost everyone."

"I don't feel like getting drunk," I complain.

"Good! You can be the designated driver. Pantsuit or dress?"

Grumbling, I tell her, "Dress."

"Okay, thanks, you wear the pantsuit, be ready by seven. May the Force be with you!"

She ducks as I throw my shampoo bottle at her. We bicker and mock and tease as I pat myself dry and she changes into the scarlet dress.  While she braids her hair, I carefully slip into the navy and white striped pantsuit, and we move into her bedroom to make use of her vanity, since the sun's lowering position in the sky shone straight into the window while my room would be encased in dimness by now. I sit in the chair and she leans over me, brushing her eyelashes with delicate mascara.  We fall into our normal going-out-getting-ready rhythm, periodically handing each other different brushes, comparing lipstick shades, and commenting on our days. She tells me about her brother's latest shenanigans and I make the grave mistake of commenting on Melina's attempted set-up earlier today, much to Wanda's entertainment. The two had never met but they both shared the pure ecstasy that came with matchmaking involving me.

"Do you think she's pretty?" Wanda wonders.

"I've seen photos," I shrug. "She's a redhead. Yelena says she changes hairstyles often."

"That doesn't answer my question! Pretty redhead or no?"

"They were baby photos, Wanda! I didn't have an opinion on her looks past the Wonder Woman pajamas."

She hums, and turns to draw a small heart under my left eye with her gel liner pen. "It would be nice if you wound up with her, but if you do fall madly in love with her beautiful red locks and decide to move to Washington to marry her and have her babies, I will murder you. You pay your rent on time and you're fun and please, please do not make me move back in with my brother."

"Why does everyone keep bringing up babies?" I yell.

An hour later we're pulling up to the bar in the back of  a cab arguing about getting a cat. The debate of whose bathroom would host the litter tray is interrupted by Wanda spotting Vision through the window and quickly smacking my arm and hissing at me to hurry up and pay so she can sneak in and scare him. Unfortunately, I can't locate my purse inside my bag.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), go, go, go . . ."

"Wanda, Wanda, going, going, going . . . Aha!" I pay the driver and find myself being ushered inside before I can put my purse back in my bag.

Sam, a friend of Wanda's from college, ends up foiling her evil master plan by pointing her out as soon as she walks in the door. Vision, being a good sport, pretends to be startled when she yells "BOO!" in his ear. As she cackles manically before sliding into the chair beside him, I notice the only free space is by the pretty blonde woman beside a man with brown hair pulled into a bun.

"Oh, look who I dragged out with me!" Wanda exclaims, taking a sip of Vision's drink and making a grand gesture with her hands. "(Y/N)!"

I'm greeted with a chorus of hello's. I bow and grin as I sit by the woman and offer a polite smile. Steve leans over points to the brunet man. "This is Bucky, we were close as friends. As kids. We were close as friends, when we were kids."

Sam snorts into his beer.

Steve clears his throat awkwardly. "And this is his partner from work, Nat."

I get a closer inspection and my eyes widen in shock. "Natalia?"

"Her name is Natasha." Steve corrects.

"I thought her name was Natalie?" Vision frowns.

"She goes by Nat, who cares?" Sam shrugs.

"Natalia Alianovna Romanova?" Wanda yelps. "(Y/N)! You didn't tell me this was the Natalia!"

"The what? I— Do I know you two?" Natasha asks, bewildered.

"Not me!" Wanda says, and then makes a motion for zipping her lips shut.

Everyone turns to me. I chuckle nervously. "I should probably explain. Hi, I'm (Y/N), your parents want me to have your babies."

Valentine's Special Prompt Game ♡

Pairing: Lee Minho x Male Reader

Prompt: Blind date/ set up by friends

Genre: Fluff

Also expect some harry potter pickup lines bc I love hp

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Word Count: 1,4k

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Masterlist.

"We have to do something," Jeongin says. "Because they're really getting on my nerves, and I'm pretty sure they won't do anything on their own."

It was odd, but your friends were talking to the high school athletes as they nod in agreement, since it was no secret you and Basketball's School Team's Captain had something between hands, but didn't have the guts to properly admit it.

"Well, we have noticed that Minho has tried to get close and talk to him, but right when he's about to do it he chickens out." Changbin admits, to which everyone in their small group nods. "Maybe because he never gets the chance to see him alone in the halls in between classes."

"And in the classes they share, ____ leaves as soon as they're over, so there's no opportunity for them to talk." Chan contributes to the conversation.

A silence sets between them and they take that time to look around, making sure you or Minho aren't near.

"I know Minho hyung really wants to ask him out, but as we said, he gets really nervous and it's probably because he wants to do that privately." Felix sighs and scratches the back of his neck. "I'm thinking of... making them casually bump into each other on an empty room?"

"How is that gonna happen?" Changbin protests, thinking that is a difficult task. "And where? Were you thinking of shoving them inside the janitor's closet?"

Everyone looks at him as if he just had the best idea ever.

"Seriously?"

"Do you have something better in mind, then?"

His silence as an answer makes them be decided about it.

"Alright, let's figure out how are we going to do this!"

The bell rings throughout the institute, causing many students to come in and out of classrooms, walking briskly through the hallways after searching their lockers for their belongings. Fortunately you have a free period, so you quickly find your friends on the first floor, who appear to be waiting for your arrival.

"Cafeteria? I'm starving." Jisung asks, and everyone agreeing with his premise head to the place, exchanging a few words about upcoming classes and confirming your study session on this week.

Just as you take a seat on a free bench, Seungmin gasps, as if he just remembered something.

"Oh no, I just remembered I have to make small corrections to the model of my science project."

You look at him with curiosity. Seungmin wasn't really someone who would forget something so important like that, and he didn't look as worried as you think he'd be.

"____, could you do me a huge favor? I left the model on the janitor's closet since it was big and it wouldn't fit on my locker. Also, I didn't want to carry it all day." He explains as he grabs some books out of his backpack, along with his supplies. "I'll treat you with something from the cafeteria in exchange!"

"Uh, yes, of course. In which one you left it? Second floor?"

Seungmin nods with a smile and thanks you as you stand up and walk back to the hallway, not really thinking about how come that could happen to him.

Putting that aside momentarily, you find yourself walking nonchalantly into the closet and once you're inside, start looking for your friend's assignment on the shelves.

A few seconds later, the door opens unexpectedly, revealing the figure of Minho in the door frame. Changbin behind him, looking anxious.

"Are you sure the basketballs are in here?" He asks to his friend without talking his eyes off you, apparently nervous.

"Yes, the coach said there are behind that-" And before he can finish that sentence, he is pushing Minho inside the closet and closing the door behind him.

He almost bumps into you, but manages to hold on to one of the ledges, almost falling to the ground on the spot.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" You ask as you help him to stand up and quickly making sure he isn't hurt.

"Yeah, don't worry. I'm fine." He answers in embarrassment. His ears and face turning red in a second. "I'm sorry, my friends are jerks."

You chuckle, nervously turning around to continue looking for Seungmin's model and hearing Minho is trying to open the door. But of course it's closed from outside.

Immediately you know it's a set up.

Minho curses under his breath and takes his phone out of his pocket when he receives a text message from the group chat with his friends.

Ask him out and we'll open the door ;)

"You have to be kidding me." He mutters and turns around to see the confused expression on your face. He could lie to his friends and say he did it, right? And then this would be just an awkward experience that eventually you'd forget. Probably.

But he now thinks it's stupid but genius at the same time. His friends knew he was nervous to ask you out or even say a word to you, but now you are alone. It was a closet, yes, maybe not the ideal circumstances, but it was private, by all odds.

"-locked it?" You ask, bringing him back to earth. "Is the door closed? We should call someone."

Minho smiles and eyes his phone screen one more time. "Actually, my friends will open it. Soon. They just want me to- ask you..." He sighs, and you look even more confused than before.

With the nervousness making his hands slightly tremble and hia heartbeat increasing, he manages to build up the courage he needs to keep talking. "Look, they just thought it would be a great idea to shove us inside here so I could, uhm, ask you out."

He says that last part rapidly and, but you understand, making you also get blushed and nervous.

You don't say a word for a moment, so he speaks up again.

"I'm sorry, this was obviously dumb. You don't have to-"

"For real?" You ask, still trying to figure out is this was a terrible prank from them. It's not like he had done something like that before. He was, along with his friends, actually very well-behaved and charismatic, despite the stereotypical things said about athletes in the institute. You wouldn't like him if he were like that.

"Yeah, I've liked you for a while now, actually."

No stutter on his words and his eyes fixed on whatever inside that closet but your eyes; his cheeks red and that subtle biting of his lower lip melting your heart. So those gaze exchanging in your classes and whenever you ran into him in the hallways or on the gym weren't a product of your imagination. Minho was really looking at you the same way you did look at him all this time.

"I'd love to." You answer. "Go out with you, I mean."

His eyes dazzle with happiness, finally daring to look at you and getting closer. Not knowing what else to do or say, he sloppily hands you his phone.

"Let's exchange numbers?"

You smile, taking your phone and handing it to him and grabbing his, saving your number with trembling hands and typing your name with a smiley face next to it. He gives you back the device to see he had registered his name with a heart next to it.

"Great. Thanks, I'll message you soon."

"I'll take your word, then." You smile at him, visibly more relaxed, but still going through a roller-coaster of emotions inside.

Minho sends a quick text and a minute later Changbin comes back to open the door with a huge smile on his face.

"I'll see you around, ____." He says with a smile and before he exits the room, he gets closer to leave a small kiss on your cheek, almost running afterwards and making you laugh. You also hear Changbin's screams to tease him.

Later in that day you receive that long awaited message from him, saying he will be taking you this weekend to a thematic coffee shop of a book saga he knew you liked along with a cute pick up line referring to it.

Did you survive the Avada Kedavra curse? Because you’re drop dead gorgeous ;)

Lol, of course I did look up for Harry Potter pickup lines

But that's okay because

I might as well be under the Imperius curse, because I’d do anything for you.

A thousand splinters of glass

Sirius Balck x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) boyfriend Sirius intrudes too much into her friendship with Remus. When he confronts her with his thoughts, they start fighting.

Warning: angst, Language (defilement and swearing), consumption of alcohol, Hint of violence ... I gess.

(Misspelling, Grammar errors, translation errors.)

Words: 2520

Author note: It was super hard for me to write Sirius like that. But it was a friend's wish and I'm fulfilling it.

(English is not my main language. I apologize for all misspellings, grammar errors, and translation errors💕)

Enjoy Reading 🌻

(not my GIF)

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(Y/N) enter the great hall and take a seat at the Gryffindor table next to her boyfriend Sirius. She looks at her group of friends and still tired, wished them good morning.

"Good morning dear, how did you sleep?" asked the boy next to her after he put a kiss on her temple.

"Oh, very well, unfortunately too short." she replied with a tired smile and put a spoonful of scrambled eggs in her mouth.

"Remus, do you want to do our Arithmancy homework in free period?" she turned to the others Marauder who sat across from her at the table. Remus smiled at her and replied, "Yes, of course. After lunch in the library?"

"Call it a date." (Y/N) winked and went back to her scrambled eggs.

"Hey, I thought I was your boyfriend? What about me?" Sirius grumbled beside her and looked at her confused. She waves it away with a laugh :"You are, but that doesn't mean I can't do homework with a friend. You don't have a free period after lunch you have Divination."

Sirius mumbles something unintelligible but said nothing else. The friends all eat their breakfast and talk about this and that, before they all went to class.

* * *

After noon Remus and (Y/N) met in the library and started their Arithmancy homework. After some time of writing, Remus contacted her and said :"You know, I'm glad you're with Sirius now. You're doing him good." The girl smiled at him and answered :"He's doing me good too. I've got the feeling since I've been with him I've been a lot more confident.I am very happy to have him as my Boyfriend. And of course I'm also happy to have you guys as my friends. I couldn't think of anyone better."

"We're glad to have you too. Finally I'm not the only one holding the boys back." Remus laughed and pulled her into a half-hug with one arm. "yeh somebody has to bring you rule breakers to your senses."

"But I'm really serious (Y/N). Since you've been together he's a lot more relaxed and you make him think before he acts. At least sometimes." Remus told her seriously again.

"I don't want to tell him anything. I like him the way he is. I think sometimes he just needs someone to get him to think again about his ideas before acting. There is no way I want something like the incident in fifth year to happen again." (Y/N) said in a husky voice, put an arm around Remus' shoulders and gave him a short squeeze .

"No, nobody wants that." the boy whispered back and squeezed her once too.

It became quiet and the two pondered their memories of this terrible event for a moment, before they broke the embrace again and continued on with their essays in silent agreement.

* * *

After the last class of the day, (Y/N) and Remus sat in the common room and waited for their other friends.

"What do you think of the book? Have you read it yet? " she asked Moony and with a nod of her head pointed to the book she was reading. Remus put a hand on her shoulder and leaned forward to look at the book. "No but i want..." he is just beginning to speak when the portrait opened and the remaining three Marauders entered the room. " 'e, You two, here you are. What are you doing here?We were looking for you." James called to them and slumped into one of the armchairs. "We just talked, nothing interesting. We have been waiting for you. " declared (Y/N) while she closed her book and placed it on the side table next to her. The boys nodded and Sirius placed a kiss on the (Y/N) head.

Due to the lack of space on the sofa, Sirius sat in the other armchair, instead of next to his girlfriend and Peter sat on the floor between him and James.

The friends talked about everything and nothing for a while and soon landed on James' favorite topic: Lilli Evans

"I mean. She is so perfect. She is beautiful and smart and quick-witted and helpful and friendly. What more could a man want?" enthused James with a dreamy face.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife'." Quoted Remus softly which made (Y/N) giggle so much that she put her hands over her face and rested her head on his shoulder.

Sirius watched with a raised eyebrow and asked :"What's so funny?"

The girl sat up straight again and wiped her hands over her eyes before answering :"oh Remus just quoted pride and prejudice. You won't know it, it's a fantastic Muggel book."

"Oh, but Moony know this fantastic book?" Sirius asked in a voice tarnished with sarcasm. His friends' eyes fixed on him and (Y/N) briefly shook head in confusion before she answered :"Well, Yes. It's a muggle book. He's half blood. And he reads more than any of us put together."

"My mother gave me the book a few years ago." Remus quietly brought himself into the discussion.

Sirius clicked his tongue and got up from his seat he took a few steps before stopping in front of his girlfriend and saying dryly:" Yeah yeah the perfect perfect Moony.

I understood. We need to talk. Alone." He pointed a finger at the stairs that led to the dormitories. (Y/N) looked up at him from her sitting position, knitted her eyebrows briefly in confusion, then nodded got up and followed him up the stairs.

When she arrived in the boys dormitory, she closed the door behind her and stood in the middle of the room. She watched Sirus go to a cupboard and take out a Bottle of firewhiskey and a glass. He poured himself some and took a sip while staring at her over the rim of his glass. The silence in the room was heavy and thick and the air to cut. Sirius cautiously let (Y/N) play with her fingers nervously. It was not customary for him to be so quiet and well, serious. The last time he acted like this, he had just received a letter from his mother.

Since he still didn't say anything, just looked at her with a serious face, she decided to break the silence in the room. "So what did you want to talk about? "

"You. And what you're pulling off right now." he explained in a low voice.

"Sorry but, I don't know what you're talking about." she said in a calm voice.

That just seemed to upset Sirus more, because now his voice was a lot louder :" Oh don't tell shit. Do you really think I'm so stupid and don't know what crap is going on?" He finished his glass in one gulp and poured himself more.

(Y/N) also got louder now and energetically crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"I already told you I don't know what you mean. What have I done?"

"YOU CHEAT ME YOU FUCKING Slut!" he yelled at her and pointed in her direction with his free hand.

(Y/N) opened her mouth and for a moment. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Had he just really accused her of cheating on him and had he called her a Slut?

"WHAT HAVE I DONE? I am supposed to have betrayed you? How do you get the stupid idea?" she asked and made a wide movement with her arms. As if she wanted to chase the tension out of the air.

"Don't be so ridiculous. I noticed it myself. You haven't really bothered to hide it. You and a your loverboy." Sirus spat and glared at her. This whole conversation was very confusing (Y/N). She had no idea how he came up with it. It deceived her that he really thought she would do something like that, but at the same time it made her terribly angry.

"If someone here is ridiculous then is you. You are imagining things that don't exist. How can you think that? Who should I cheat on you with, please?" seh shodet back, on her face, spots of deep red anger were slowly forming. Frustrated, she ran a hand through her (y/h/c) hair.

The one across from her growled, clenched his jaw and again emptied his glass, which he immediately refilled.

"With your oh-so-perfect Moony. I see how you behave towards the other. It's stupid of you guys to think that I wouldn't notice. Are you serious. With one of my best friends? But what should I have expected from a slut like you. I wouldn't be surprised if you slept your way through the whole school." he laughed bitterly and screwed up his face.

(Y/N) didn't know what to say for a moment. For a few seconds, she started at Sirius with wide eyes before she said in a lowered voice :" This not true."

"OF COURSE IT IS. DO NOT LIE TO ME. THE WHOLE LAUGHING AND HUGGING AND ALL THE LOOKS IN LOVE.

OH, REMUS ARE WE BOTH LEARNING IN THE LIBRARY TODAY? OH REMUS YOU ARE SO FUNNY. REMUS IS SO SMART, HE READS SO MUCH. BLA BLA BAL." Sirius spoke in a high voice, trying to imitate her. (Y/N) shook her head in frustration. She had tears in her eyes but she didn't allow herself to cry now. Sirius got on with things that didn't exist and she wanted to make that clear to him. "That's not true. Remus and I are just friends! We study together because we're both in Arithmancy. And since when is it forbidden to laugh when someone says something funny? And we don't touch each other all the time. You see things that not there!"

"YES OF COURSE. AND I SHOULD BELIEVE THAT?" Sirius yelled at her and swung the now almost empty bottle firewhiskey through the air.

"Sirius please ..." she was about to start, but was immediately interrupted by him.

"SIRIUS PLEASE. SAVE YOUR WORDS. I should have known that it was stupid to sacrifice my single life for you. I could have had fun with other girls all the time, but no, I was with you. While you chedit on me behind my back. You dirty whore."

(Y/N) eyes got waterier and more watery during his monologue. She bit her tongue so hard that she could already taste blood and she clenched her trembling hands into fists, her nails digging in her palms.

"...Y...you...you now...i...i woud never..." She didn't get very far with her words, it all happens very quickly. Sirius took a step forward, she took a few steps back, bumped her back against the wall and and shut her eyes tightly. A split second later, Sirius 'glass flew across the room and struck the wall just inches from (Y/N)' s head.

"SHUT UP! YOU FUCKING CHEATER BITCH. SHUT UP!"

There was a crash and glass splinter hit the ground like raindrops.

Silence spread across the room and the two started at each other, eyes wide open. The remainder of the firewhiskey, flowed over the floor and watering (Y/N) socks. She took a deep breath and suppressed a scream. Her legs trembled and it took all her strength not to sink to the ground.

Sirius had tears streaming down his red cheeks and he pulled his black hair.

"No ... no ... I ... I swear ... (Y/N) I didn't mean to..." he began to stammer. He took his hands out of his hair and wanted to reach for her.

Slowly he took a few small steps in her direction. Arms outstretched as if to hug her.

(Y/N) shook his head vigorously, bit her lower lip and pressed herself even tighter against the wall.

Sirius stopped at the sight of her and stared at her desperately.

"No, stop it. Just leave it." she whispered in a husky voice and walked along the wall to the door, not taking her eyes off him for a second. With one hand behind your back she looked for the door handle, he followed her movements with his eyes. "No (Y/N) please, please don't go. Let's talk, I'm sorry ... I ... I ..." he begged in a scratchy voice and stretched its arms out to the girl one more time.

"No. I think it's all said." (Y/N) shook her head and opened the door. The restrained tears stung in her eyes but she definitely didn't want to cry in front of him now.

She stumbled backwards out of the room, pulling the door with her.

"Bye Sirius." she whispered hoarsely before she closed the door. Muffled through the door, she hears him calling her name a couple of times, but she just turned on her heels and ran down the hall to the girl dorms.

She stopped at her own dormitory, yanked the door open, entered the room and slammed the door behind her with a loud crack. The room was dark and quiet, the air smelled of fresh linen and cinnamon. None of her roommates were there.

(Y/N) leaned against the closed door and put her hands over her face. A heartbreaking sob escaped her and she slid the door down to the floor.

Now sitting on the floor, she hugged her legs tightly against your chest and buried her head between her knees. Now that she was alone she started to cry. The tears wet her face and the noises that came over her lips sounded heartbreaking. She tasted the salt on her lips and felt her tears seep into her tights.

(Y/N) didn't understand how this could all happen. She hadn't betrayed him. She had nothing with Remus or anyone else.

Yesterday everything was fine, they were happy together, laughed together, and fooled around. Today everything went downhill they fight, they yelled at each other and he accused and insulted them. He had thrown a glass in their direction.

Otherwise Sirius made her heart beat faster, makes it jump in joy or stop beating for a few seconds in love. But now her heart felt more like it was made of a thousand sharp pieces of glass. Broken like the glass on the wall. Broken like their relationship due to a lack of trust from his side.

(Y/N) wanted nothing more than to hide under her blanket, cry and not get up for a long time.

But she felt too weak to get up and go to bed. So she sat on the floor and kept crying into her legs.

Meant To Be || One For Every Billion

7. Definitely Pretty

Hyogo is definitely a big change of pace and scenery from Tokyo, but a welcome one. The last time you were able to visit your aunt and cousin Kazuya was over winter break and it's nice to spend some time with them during the hot summer instead. You've spent your last few days here enjoying chilled tea in tall glasses dripping with condensation and hikes through the mountainous region with Akira and Akari's excited chatter filling the space previously occupied by the gentle sounds of nature. Though you suppose they're both a force of nature in their own way, as well.

Akari, specifically, has used her considerable talent at coercion to drag you and her two brothers to the summer festival today. Although she didn't need to expend much effort convincing you in particular.

Your aunt, their mother, had already painstakingly picked out and bought yukata for each of you, each piece a match for every one of your personal tastes and styles, knowing that at least you and Akari would appreciate the event all decked out. It's not something either of you have much of an opportunity for when you're both back in America.

She also helped you two style your hair and made sure you all took enough pictures to last a lifetime of memories, reminding all of you that someday these would be the moments you look back on with fond reminiscence.

Kazu and Akira have wandered off since you all arrived, saying something about food, so you and Akari decide to investigate the booths that hold various food and souvenirs themed to the event.

The two of you are at a stall studying the various masks displayed for purchase when a group of girls several years younger than you move into the recently emptied space to your right, giggling and whispering before turning to you both.

"Sorry to bother you! We just wanted to say we love both your yukata!" One of them confidently exclaims, jade eyes beaming with excitement and a little nervousness.

You turn to her with a pleased smile, "Thank you, you and your friends look beautiful, as well."

"Do you think? Thank you! My mom helped me pick mine out!" She indicates her pretty jade and white yukata with a lazy gesture, moving slightly closer to you as Akari starts off a conversation about her friend's hair.

You have to grin at her, wondering if this is considered chaotic neutral, a term your friends often seem to apply to you. "Yeah, definitely, I think it fits you perfectly. Really sets off your eyes."

"That's my best feature! Runs in the family actually." She states with a smirk. She's really too precious.

"Rika." A low voice startles you as the speaker comes up from just behind where you're standing.

You turn to meet a stunning copy of her eyes except for the completely uninterested look in them, this pair on an expressionless guy probably about your age. Wow. He's undeniably attractive and you're sure that unbothered but capable air just adds to the appeal. At least for you.

"Rin-onii!" While mostly still exuberant, she seems a little chastised by the single word from the guy that you're assuming is her older brother.

He doesn't say anything as he studies you back with that intensely perceptive gaze before turning away to address his sister, "You shouldn't have wandered off."

Her doe eyes and innocent smile are turned on full force, you guess growing up a younger sibling really teaches one how to do that well. It doesn't actually seem to work on him though as he narrows his eyes with an arch look, cutting her off before she can even try to sweet talk him, "I was forced to come to babysit you, so don't run off again."

She pouts for a small moment before perking back up to say, "But I made a new friend! And she's so pretty, right?"

You can't help the amused smirk that pulls at your lips while you wait for his response. Try and tell me I'm not, I dare you. Pausing for a moment while he stares at his sister, you catch him as, without moving his head, his piercing eyes slide back over to you again, looking sideways and down at you as if the last thing he wants to do is acknowledge you.

Then, instead of answering his sister's question, he finally addresses you directly to ask one of his own, "And who are you?"

You want to laugh at the pure arrogance of his question but instead you shrug and reply, "Right now, I'm just a pretty, new friend. Or should I assume you don't agree?"

This time you think you almost do see the lightest blush, yeah, you directly called out the way he dodged the question to throw the ball back in his court. I can slip audacious questions just as well, pretty boy.

His sister - Rika? - jumps back into the conversation a little cautiously, probably sensing the tension but not understanding why or where from it's originating. Me neither, girl, me neither. "Rin! Don't be so mean! We approached her and her friend first, you can't just demand an introduction!" and then turning away from her actual chastisement of her older brother, she beams up at you before continuing, "I'm Suna Rikona but you can call me Rika! This is my brother Rintaro. You can call him Rin or Rin-Rin."

"Shut it, Rika. That's not appropriate." He rolls his eyes and yes, he's actually blushing now. You wonder for a moment if you could push him further by using his first name to address him but you can't bring yourself to tease a complete stranger just yet. Not this one, at least, for some reason. Oh my god, your friends would be so proud.

"Nice to meet you Rika. You too, I guess...Suna." You follow her suggestion to call her by her nickname but also accommodate her brother after a teasing pause. "My name is L/n F/n. You can call me Y/n though."

You add the last bit with a smirk aimed at Suna whose eyes narrow again on you this time. Hm. Perceptive guy. Those are always interesting.

His eyes shift to your side just as you notice Akari pulling back to rejoin the three of you, along with the three other girls that came up with Rika. You introduce her to the two you're with and then have another round of introductions with Rika's friends, periodically catching Suna watching you every time you look back his way. He's making it really difficult for you to keep your composure.

"We were going to follow the booths down the street and then find a good spot to watch the fireworks." One of Rika's friends - Misa - explains.

Rika picks up from where she leaves off, throwing her pleading puppy dog look your way this time, "Would you please join us?"

While you and Akari have enough practice using that very same look with your own older siblings, you doubt either of you have had to field it and from someone so adorable too. You catch Akari's smothered smile before she meets your eyes and shrugs so you turn to look at Suna who just raises his chin along with a bored eyebrow, like he could care less but still somehow daring you to say something. What that thing is, you don't know him well enough to tell but okay then.

Looking back at Rika who's been giving her brother a frown at seeing his challenging look thrown your way, you laugh and agree, "I don't see why not. We did come here with two others but they've pretty much disappeared by now so I'll text to let them know and then we can go."

"Wait!" Akari cuts in as you pull your phone from the small pouch hanging from your wrist, "We still have to get our masks."

"We should all get one!" Rika declares but Rin lightly flicks the back of her head.

"Didn't you only bring enough for the food."

It's not actually even a question but he must be right because she turns back to him with the pleading look, "But Rin-onii, won't you-"

"No."

Completely deadpan versus completely affectionate, you really have to hold back the laughter at their cute exchange. She continues pleading but is cut off at every one of her sentences by Suna's monosyllable of choice. Eventually, your mirth is completely full and you can't take it anymore.

So as you put away your phone, you offer, "If you pick one for me, I'll get it with yours."

You swear, she and Suna both whip around to face you so fast that you get whiplash.

They speak over each other in the next instant but you can barely make out yet another firm, "No." from Suna over Rika's happy cry, "Really?! Y/n-chan, you're not just the prettiest, you're the best!"

You ignore both Suna's response and even Akari's outraged, "The prettiest?!" and turn back to the stall, Rika bouncing to your side in an instant. She picks out kitsune masks for everyone, a mix of half face and full face for her and her friends but half masks for you and Akari. You also whisper to her to pick out one her brother will like and after a delighted smile your way, points out the final one for your purchase.

Oh my, you can just imagine his eyes through the mask, something to be seen for sure, but you doubt he'll actually put it on. Turning back while Akari exclaims over the masks with Rika and her friends, the latter kindly assisting her with angling it just right on her head, you approach Suna, who's on his phone like he couldn't be bothered.

He looks up at your approach, face finally showing surprise when he sees you holding two masks and, before he can say anything, you extend one to him with, "Rika picked it out, but I think it really suits you too."

He opens his mouth as if to speak but closes it, eyeing the mask before reaching out and taking it gently from you with a quick, "Thanks."

You watch him carelessly arrange it on his head and when you look back to his eyes you realize he was watching you in return. You quickly move to place your own mask against the side of your head, you're sure you're blushing as a small amused smile tugs at his mouth before he gestures at you.

You don't know why and he must read your confusion because he elaborates, "Here." which is not much of an elaboration but it's accompanied by him moving up towards you and then you suddenly find yourself right in front of the bottom half of his face as he reaches up to your hair.

You don't know what you would have done given a cute but strange boy suddenly invading your space the way he just did, but you don't have a chance to find out as realization hits you when you feel the mask shift and settle again, realizing he just fixed its position on your head.

The two of you don't move for a minute as Suna looks down to study you, mask and all, and you hear him say, just for your ears, "Definitely pretty."

Yeah, anyone would blush so who can judge you for it, especially when you finally see his neutrality complete break with an amused grin. It's short and he even chuckles as he backs away, but it's fully wiped off as if it never happened by the time your cousin, Rika, and the rest of the girls swarm you exclaiming over our masks and asking about theirs.

After some reassurances that everyone's masks look incredible, Rika points out, "Rin-onii, I can't believe you actually wore it?!"

He raises an eyebrow with his uncaring, "Yeah? What of it?"

"Nothing.." She trails off as she studies him, then her eyes slide over to you for a moment before zeroing back on her brother, as a sly smile grows on her face. "I guess even you care what some people think, huh?"

He gives her a deadpan stare instead of an answer and she huffs before grabbing one of her friend's and Akari's wrists and starts dragging them to the next booth, other two friends automatically following behind, as she calls over her shoulder, "Whatever! We should get through the rest of these before we run out of time to find a good spot for the fireworks!"

And so, with another look at each other, you both follow in the wake of a natural force quite possibly as powerful as Akari. Which is how you end up spending your evening getting to know the quiet and compelling Suna Rintaro.

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-Suna's height with [age (year) - height] > 25 (2021) - 6'3, 22 (2018) - 6'2, 16/17 (2013) - 6'1... so as of his current age, 14, he's about 5'11 or 6'

A/N: Can I just say Suna has been taking the most room in my head for months now and leave it at that? I just... yeah.

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Two-Faced Jewel: Session 11.5

What Does a Moth Sound Like?

A half-elf conwoman (and the moth tasked with keeping her out of trouble) travel the Jewel in search of, uh, whatever a fashionable accessory is pointing them at. [Campaign log]

Last time: the party returned to Barley to deal with a few loose ends while their hired muscle dealt with the biggest, scaliest loose end. Between that session and the next, we had a brief mini-session to wrap up one of said ends we'd left unwrapped- what exactly is up with the Kanthalga family?

(Also included: a conversational omake between Looseleaf and Saelhen, pictured courtesy of @drazelic, Looseleaf's player.)

After their encounter with Kensa, Oyobi tries to talk the party into going to the tower and helping the Deathseekers kill the dragon. Her brilliant plan of "stab it in the brain before it can cast any spells" has some flaws, though, and they patiently explain the plan's many flaws and strike a blow against Oyobi's sense of invincibility.

They also ask Malath a few questions, trying to get to the bottom of her odd discomfort with the idea of the dragon as a culprit and the presence of Deathseekers.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "When we spoke before, you asked us whether the dragon was green. I regret that I still cannot answer, as I have not seen it, or heard any news on the topic from the deathseekers. But you seemed... concerned that it might be a green dragon. Is there any reason that such a dragon might pose a particular threat to your town?" Benedict I. (GM): "Mmm. I don't know if you've heard, but... going on thirty years ago, there was a town to the east called Grain." "It was attacked by a green dragon, and the elders... as the dragon had words with them, they had to be remanded to the custody of their gods." Looseleaf: Oooh, that is harsh. Benedict I. (GM): "In the ensuing chaos, the miscreants who now inhabit Wheat set fire to the town and fled further east." "The survivors of the disaster fled west, and established Barley here." "If that same dragon still has its sights on our people, we could be in grave danger." "We refused to submit once, and it very nearly destroyed us."

As far as they can tell from their questioning, Malath isn't hiding any dark secret- she's just sort of a control freak, who's nervous that her control over the people might slip. Plus she's worried that if the dragon is provoked and comes to town, she- as the current elder in charge- might suffer the same fate as Grain's elders.

Saelhen... isn't satisfied with this. Something seems wrong about Malath Kanthalga- Thalath wouldn't try to enlist their help rescuing Kensa for no reason. She takes the party to the general store, in hopes of catching Kensa on her nightly delivery.

Kensa arrives as expected, but when she sees Saelhen there, she makes her delivery and tries to leave, rather than sit at the loom as is her custom. She seems afraid of Saelhen.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...I don't intend to keep you from your work. Though I did have a question I wanted to ask you, dear. If you'll permit me one." Kensa Kanthalga: "...A question?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "Of a sensitive nature, possibly. Something vouchsafed to me by... someone you might know." Kensa Kanthalga: She looks less afraid and more confused, now. And after thinking a moment... "...oh." She actually looks a little angry, now. "That makes sense." "He sent you, didn't he?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: Okay, the conclusions she's reached here... may or may not be correct! "Under what I am starting to think may have been false pretenses." Kensa Kanthalga: "What did he tell you? Did he say I was being brainwashed?" "I don't need to be rescued from my duty by someone who abandoned his!" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "More a very general concern for your person than anything --" Ah, there's the word that raises her hackles, duty.

Having somewhat misread the situation, Saelhen is unpleasantly surprised to find that Kensa seems just as devoted to the teachings of Diamode as Malath is, and has no interest in fleeing. She seems contemptuous of her older brother on the basis that, uh...

Well, the Goddess of Family, who's all about having kids and living a very prescribed sort of life path inside strict gender roles, is- as might be unsurprising- a bit of a homophobe. The party never met Thalath's boyfriend (who works the night shift at Wheatley Inn- they never stayed the night there), but there are several reasons why the place isn't popular with the locals.

Saelhen is caught kind of flat-footed here- she can tell something's still not quite right, but she doesn't have the kind of cultural context to unravel this level of baggage.

Luckily, she brought along an ersatz cleric of Diamode, and so... Orluthe is able to spot the missing piece of the puzzle.

Orluthe Chokorov: Orluthe, in the back, has been looking increasingly uncomfortable. So far, he's had his stole and cap stowed away, so as not to be recognized as a cleric of Diamode. He's now taking them out and putting them on. "Hey, um, miss?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen... legitimately forgot he had those. Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa turns and notices him- possibly for the first time. "Oh, ah- Mr., um..." Orluthe Chokorov: "Chokorov," he says. "I'm..." He holds up a hand, and points at a tiny circular scar around his pinky finger. "You have one of these, right?" Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa looks down at her hand, and you can see- yes, she has a matching scar. Saelhen du Fishercrown: Well. That's novel information about Orluthe. Religion check to... I mean, we know the finger-cutting thing. I guess a "what does this mean, it's not like these two have disowned anyone" check. 13 - RELIGION (2) Benedict I. (GM): With a 13, you know that only a parent needs to cut off their finger- but you're not sure what happens with sibling relationships. This might be something related- like you don't have to cut your finger off all the way? Some sort of signifier that the connection has been severed, though you don't know the finer doctrinal points. Orluthe Chokorov: "My older sister," he says. "Four years ago. We all had to get the mark." Kensa Kanthalga: "Wait, but..." Orluthe Chokorov: "You didn't want that to happen to you, too, right?" "You can't stand up to a power like that. You'd never win, right? If I tried to defend my sister, my parents would have two missing fingers." "You have to pretend, right?" Kensa Kanthalga: "Why... no, it's... I really...!" Orluthe Chokorov: "Feels that way, doesn't it? For a long time." Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa looks terrified- like for the first time, someone's seen right through her. Orluthe Chokorov:"It's not a betrayal of your family- of your duty- to... have love." "There's nothing in Diamode's teachings about the mark, you know? Neither of us had to take it." Saelhen du Fishercrown: ...well. That's a... new consideration. Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa's on the verge of tears, looking like she's about to bolt. "N-no, I- I really... want to... I have to..." Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen is right back to Steal This Child Town. "...wait, do you seriously mean that the finger-cutting thing came after the scripture?" Orluthe Chokorov: Orluthe nods. "I mean, the finger-cutting is... it's a punishment. You're not supposed to disown your children. It's not like you can do it and then you lose the finger and then you're all square and it's fine." "And when parents scar their kids' fingers to make them share in a punishment for a sin they didn't commit... Diamode doesn't want that." "I should know," he says, gesturing to his vestments. Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...well. Thank you, Orluthe." Saelhen's face is hard. "I was previously under the impression that I had misunderstood a culture which is strange to me." "But now it sounds as if... I haven't, quite." Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa's makeup is starting to run. "What... what do you know? I- I wanted to... if I could've... I couldn't..." "What do you want with me?!" "I had to, okay? I have to!"

Orluthe having successfully exposed Kensa's fear and dissatisfaction with the situation, Saelhen proceeds to talk her around to trying to leave. It's pretty touch-and-go for a little bit, but Kensa's mind is made up when the party mentions that they're going to be passing through Corolos. Apparently, there's something there she really cares a lot about...?

So they're going to need a few days for Kensa to prepare to, uh, run away with a bunch of strangers. That's- this is technically kidnapping, right? This isn't something you should do in real life? This is kind of bad? Hm. Well.

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Anyway, they've got some downtime here in Barley while the Deathseekers do their work and Kensa prepares to leave. And- well, later in the campaign, there was a flashback to this time period, so I'm going to cover that scene here.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: So: days in the past (but not many)... It's Cassie Zeishus's inn, and Saelhen is brushing up on her card tricks; she's let herself get rusty, just a bit, ever since she left... Well, since she got to Oyashio, anyway. She's cutting a borrowed deck at one of the inn's tables, downstairs, flicking cards from hand to hand, then up her giant poofy sleeves. Where's Looseleaf? Looseleaf: Probably sitting around outside, doing her whole 'fix-things-up' gimmick! After the early burst of things-to-fix, though, business has dried up a little. There's just not that many broken things left to fix that people need help with after a while! Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen is... bored, she decides, for a reason. She can't evaluate how impressive her card tricks/cheating techniques are without a proper audience! She knows how they work already! So she leans out the door. "How goes the repair work?" Looseleaf: "It isnnnnn't," Looseleaf says back. "I think that there's not much repair work left in Barley at all!" "I've done too good a job and my business has dried up. This is why you never peddle perfect cures, innit." Abruptly, she gets up from the carpet she'd gotten Orluthe to roll out for her- the one from Lumiere's tower. "Boooored." She rolls it up. "I demand entertainment."

Saelhen decides to entertain Looseleaf by performing a card trick... and proceeds to roll a natural 1 on her sleight of hand check. She completely fucks it up, and Looseleaf- who had to be convinced to put money on the wager- earns herself a silver piece.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...I lost the card." "So I'm going to have to replace that for Cassie. On account of her deck being a card short." "Your card, specifically." Looseleaf: "Hhhhokay." "Wow, you're actually serious, aren't you." "I thought this was still part of the bit, but, if you're serious, you know the card's on the underside of your shoe, right?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "I just want to reassure you that I'm good at this, Looseleaf --" Looseleaf: "I thought you'd stepped on it because, y'know, part of the trick." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "No, I already checked there --" Saelhen finds the Hierophant stuck to her instep. There's a beat. Then she blushes furiously, in what looks like actual mortification. "Oh damn it." "I haven't done that since I was sixteen, what the hell..." Looseleaf: Looseleaf laughs. It doesn't sound like her usual laugh, and you can only tell it's a laugh because she's bowled over laughing. The actual sound of the laughter sounds like- trilling chirps with a hint of vibration, a distinctly insectile sound. "Oh gods," she says while somehow still laughing simultaneously, "that was- I'm so sorry about how much I'm laughing, Saelhen-" She's still moth-laughing. "Please understand that your status is no way diminished in my eyes and you are still every bit as much of the cool conwoman you always were in my eyes- oh my gods I'm going to die laughing."

Saelhen, intrigued, attempts to use her preternatural skill at impressions to try and copy the laughter, which Looseleaf finds freaky-deaky.

Looseleaf: "Yeah, if you really want to imitate mothspeech what you actually need are the standard instruments. Your throats are not cut out for the kinds of vibes we naturally talk with." "No offense- your throats are perfectly nice, I mean." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "I'm aware my throat is lovely." "What do you mean, standard instruments? Some kind of... pipe, or flute, or something?" Looseleaf: "The Standard Instruments," she says, this time with an intonation so that Saelhen can tell it's words with Capitalized Letters, "are... sort of like a flute, yeah, except instead of working like a woodwind it's more like, a bunch of little flutes with flaps of springy metal at the end, so when you blow through the flute the flaps vibrate and you get a sound that's way closer to the range of sounds we make, and it doesn't hurt your throat nearly as much. The Standard Instruments for imitation mothspeech." "Alternatively, if you knew spirit magic, we could have just taken you to the Archive of the Ever-Living Voice, but that's not really an option..." Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen attempts to imagine this. "So, ten harmonicas glued together." Looseleaf: "Yeah pretty much." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...that last comment sounded alarmingly practical, in its concerns, Looseleaf." "Are you proposing to teach me, here?" Looseleaf: "How dare you imply that I would ever let slip the magical secrets of my people to an outsider who knows nothing of our ways or our culture why I am absolutely offended and ha ha I'm just messing around." "If you want to learn mothspeech," Looseleaf hesitates for a moment. "...Well, we should get started by trying to put together, as you put it, ten harmonicas!" "...Does this town have harmonicas?" Benedict I. (GM): This town totally has harmonicas.

So it looks like Looseleaf is going to be teaching Saelhen the language of the mothfolk!

Looseleaf hesitates, though. "...You know, learning mothspeech is- well, it's not likely to be useful, you know?" "There's, like, no chance you're ever going to get to really put it into use with anybody other than me." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...it is a bit obscure, isn't it?" Saelhen looks contemplative for a moment... then cracks a grin. "Which means that absolutely no one will know when I insult them." "Beyond their range of hearing, even! Oh that'll be such an easy way to blow off steam, dear, I love it."

After a shopping trip to assemble the device that substitutes for having moth mouthparts, they have a nice time bonding over linguistics. Building the thing is tricky, but... Saelhen gets a good roll!

Looseleaf:"...Y'know, trying to reverse-engineer an instrument just from how you saw it once is... more difficult than I thought it would be." Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen expertly pulls two pieces together. "This and this, yes?" Looseleaf: "Yeah, make sure you leave extra length on the tubes- I don't know exactly how long they have to be so we might have to cut them down a little to fit... The day continues. Looseleaf teaches Saelhen a whole plethora of fun insults in mothspeech. Things like, "You must have had a hole in your cocoon while you were pupating, because your brain clearly leaked out during your metamorphosis." "Remind me what instar you are again?" And, her favorite of all, a surprisingly terse noun that apparently translates to "immature child who sticks two feathers on their forehead and thinks that means they have the antennae of an adult."

Saelhen manages to nail the pronunciation pretty quickly, and adds Mothfolk to her list of languages.

The conversation turns to Elvish (Looseleaf is shocked to learn that Oyobi has been being rude this entire time!), and Saelhen's upbringing in Kanzentokai.

Looseleaf is shocked by Saelhen's quick mastery of the language- and of Tabaxi, and Halfling, which are apparently languages she speaks.

Eventually, Looseleaf decides to make a wager with Saelhen. The stakes: if Looseleaf can fool Saelhen with a card trick of her own, Saelhen has to teach her Thieves' Cant. If she loses, she'll have to tell Saelhen how she did the trick- a standard "is this your card" situation.

Saelhen gets a 21, and Looseleaf then has to explain that she was able to track the card via... spirit-linking. Which she then has to explain she's been doing to the bracer.

Looseleaf: "I'm trying to use this as a, uh, lighthearted segue, to confess to the fact that I've soooorta actually had a tracking magic thing set on you, like, since we met." "I'm hoping that's not, un- discomforting for you, since you said, you liked the whole suspicion thing I had?" "But, yeah, uh, I was totally suspicious of you the whole time, and my first response to seeing someone I pegged as a conwoman trying to con the university out of a magic item was, to, put a tracker on the magic item." "Which is that bracer. I know the position of that bracer, at all times, as long as it's within ten miles of me; further than that, and I know the direction it is relative to me." "I'm coming clean because- well, I guess, we're friends now actually, and you should know about the fact that I'm technically tracking your movements. And also because I want to give you the option to tell me to fuck off with that shit, if you want to." "I think that keeping the tracker's still a good idea, on a practical level, though, because of the, uh, use-case, where, a scary badguy chops your arm off to take the bracer, like that way we could still get your arm back and get the bracer back and I'm also rambling because I'm nervous that this is the end of our friendship aha." Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen has gone very still. Like the hackles-up bristling from earlier, except... a lot less movement. "......" Looseleaf: "Look, if you want me to turn it off I'll turn it off!" Saelhen du Fishercrown: And then she very deliberately settles back into motion, with barely even a little bit of shaking hands! Deep deep breath. "...you make a good point. "About the, bracer tracking." "I am..." "Fine, with it." Looseleaf: "Iiii am not convinced you are fine. You seem like you are in fact very emotionally distraught about it," Looseleaf says with caution. "I could... put a tracker on something that's not the bracer, for you to hold, of your own volition?" "Really, at this point, I'm less scared of you running off with the bracer, and more scared of something happening to you because of the bracer." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...with a condition." "Which is that you do not tell anyone that you can track things, or, if you have to reveal your hand, that you don't tell anyone that you can find me." Looseleaf: "...You don't want to be found, by... something or someone that wants to find you?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "In general, no." "...I'll tie something around the bracer. Or place a coin between my skin and its surface, or something. You can track that." Looseleaf: "Okay. I'll try my best to not tell anybody about my ability to find you. Except unless I have very good reason to believe that, I dunno, a dragon has abducted you and if I don't find help for you then you're dead, or something like that. Is that fine?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "That would be fine, thank you. And I forgive you for... the initial... situation."

It seems... Saelhen really doesn't want to be found, by someone. I wonder who?

Still, the two of them manage to talk the issue over like adults, and grow closer as friends- so that means everything is probably fine, there's no secrets anymore, and absolutely nothing else is going to go wrong in the town of Barley.

NEXT TIME: END OF DAYS!!! HOMICIDAL INTENT!!! THE SINISTER MACHINATIONS OF THE SHADOW-MAYOR OF WHEAT!!!

Chapter 2 bby. Have fun reading and any feedback is greatly appreciated. :)

Chapter: 2

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Roman P.O.V.

"Okay, i'll pick you up here later. You should be fine, just remember-"

"To look for the signs, make friends and don't beat anyone up we get it." Remus reiterated. Uncle sighed.

"Just.. be careful. okay?"

"We'll be fine uncle. C'mon Roman." Remus said, nearly dragging me out of the car.

"see you later," I smiled at Uncle as I shut the car door.

We stood in awe at the building in front of us. "Who knew schools could be this big," i whispered.

"I know right. Fucking hell."

We wandered around like lost puppies as we tried to find reception. "Look." I said, pointing to a sign that said "office"

"Thank-fucking-finally," Remus sighed as we started to follow the signs.

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"Oh you boys must be Roman and Remus King, correct?" The receptionist asked, noticing us as she lifted her head from her computer, before she went to back to her work.

"That's us. We were told to come here and get our schedules?" I replied, noticing the "she/her" badge she had on her blouse.

"Oh! You're English!" She stated, looking up and giving us her full attention.

"Yep! We're good ol' Brits! Now can we get our schedules please?" Remus interupted, already annoyed at her.

"oh, of course! here-" She said as Remus snatched the schedules off of her. I elbowed him in the rib, somewhat harshly.

"ow! you bitc-"

"be nice" i chided. He responded by growling lightly.

"Sorry for him," I apologised to the receptionist.

"Its okay!" she smiled. "There should be a student coming soon to give you a tour.." She went on, explaining how the timetables worked, where to get lunch and how the one-way system on the stairs worked. Remus gave up listening pretty quickly and instead was looking out for the student that was going to tour us.

"hey babes" I heard as Remus nudged me. I turned to look at Remus as he nodded towards the student. click click. The sound of heeled shoes filled the room. A man wearing big, round sunglasses, a black jacket and obnoxiously sipping a Starbucks strutted into the room.

"Remy!" the receptionist exclaimed "Good to see you. Here are the new students, Roman and Remus king" She gestured towards us.

"hi!"

"sup bitch." Remus saluted. Remy giggled as I turned to Remus exasperatedly.

"I'm Roman. He/Him" I continued, sticking out my hand. He shook it.

"Remy. Also he/him." He purred, winking at me. He chuckled lightly at my eyes widening slightly at his confidence and forwardness.

"Oh, and who is this cutie?" He pondered, moving so he was in front of Remus. He took a slow sip of his Starbucks as he checked Remus out, eyes fluttering up and down.

"I'm- er- Remus. Um- he/him and all- hehe- did you know if you clenched every muscle in your back at the same time you'd break your spine? hehe" Remus spluttered quickly, not used to all the attention. Remy smiled affectionately.

"I didn't. Thanks for the knowledge Einstein. Logan's gonna like you." He said, muttering the last of the sentence.

"Remy dear, the receptionist interrupted. "May you please give our new students the tour so they can get to lunch on time?."

Remus looked to me, confused. "Lunch? Isn't it like half way through first period at the minute?." Remy chuckled again.

"Yeah, but schools here aren't as small as they are in England. It might be a while. Plus I need to take you to the Principal's office and god knows how long that'll take. So come on hon," he gestured with his head towards the door and took another slurp of his Starbucks as he placed his phone in his pocket. click click. I turned to Remus who just shrugged and started following Remy.

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It was around lunch, when we had finished being dragged around and severely warned by the principal of the punishments for any misbehaviour. We trudged along through the canteen, making our way outside.

"that's a good spot," Remus said, pointing to a big oak tree, where no one was sitting.

"alrighty then."

Remus plonked down as we reached the tree. "heads up" I called. Remus barely had any time to react before I flung my bag towards him. He caught it milliseconds before it would've hit his face.

Bitch." he scowled as I sat down, a few feet away from the tree. "That tour took us fucking forever," he complained.

"I knowww."

"Why the fuck did we go to the dorms if we aint gonna get one for another week or so?!"

"I suppose it was so they could get the tour done in on hit?" I reasoned.

"Yeah.. Its still fucking shite though." I smirked as Remus sighed dramatically and brought his sketchbook out of his bag. Along with a pencil and rubber.

"I thought Uncle said not to bring that. It coul-"

"I don't give a shit. Let me have this one thing. Be thankful I didn't decide to bring my iPad." Remus scowled. I pouted at him.

"Well what am I supposed to do now?"

"Practice your lines for that shitty play your doing." He offered, throwing my back towards me.

"Excuse me. It aint 'shitty'. Its fun! Plus doing community plays will help me get to a good place in the future. you know this." I defended, air-quoting the word "shitty"

"Whatever. I still don't understand how you managed to find a theatre and audition when we've only been here for like a week and a half." I flicked the ends of my hair obnoxiously.

"What can I say? I'm just amazing." Remus snorted at that and through a crumpled piece of paper at me.

"nerd." He returned to his drawing, ignoring my "offended princey noises" as he called them. I stuck my tongue out at him as I rooted through my bag to find my lines.

Remus P.O.V

Watching Princey practice was always funny. Without fail, he would always go from sitting down, to walking around, practicing the delivery of the lines, script in one hand, the other flourishing through the air, within a maximum of 5 minutes. I leant back on the tree more as I stopped drawing for a second to watch my brother. He was walking back and forth, reciting about slaying some dragon thing. "Don't worry. I will save you! Begone evil Dragon!" he shouted, jumping into a fighting stance. His free arm acting like it was holding a sword. I burst out laughing at him. Roman turned around furiously, shooting death glares at me. Unfortunately for him, this only made me laugh louder. His eyes narrowed at me before he too, started laughing.

"You're a fucking dork."

"Yeah, yeah. Just lemme practice." I rolled my eyes before focusing back on my design. No matter what I did, I couldn't get it to look right. And boy, was i determined to get it right.

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"Hey!" a new, chirpy voice said. I looked up to see a kid looming over me.

"can I help you?" I asked, trying to be nice.

"Yeah. I was wondering If you've seen our friend? they're around so-high, chestnut hair, blue overalls, yellow t-shirt, black jacket with a.... double headed snake? on the back." The boy explained.

"nah I don't recognise the description. Why would I have seen.. them?" he asked, noticing the pronouns used and feeling slightly proud of himself for noticing.

"It seems they're new Patton. That would probably explain why they don't recognise Janus and they don't know that we normally sit here." A different boy said. "where the fuck did he come from?!" he thought.

"Its alright Logan. Janus will find us and we can always sit somewhere else for today." the first boy, Patton? ,said.

"But vi-"

"Hold on lemme get that dipshit." I interrupted. I turned towards Roman, who was oblivious to the entire conversation as he was quite a few feet away. "OI TWAT!" I shouted. Roman jumped at the sudden noise and his foot caught on a visible tree root and he fell over, landing on his arse. I, once again, burst out laughing.

"Wha-" He cut himself off when he noticed the boys. He quickly got up and walked back towards us.

"He's much better at things like this." I explained between laughs as Roman arrived, cheeks dusted In pink from embarrassment.

"twat?" The taller one, Logan?, asked.

"Its a British thing." I said, waving my hand dismissively.

"Oh, you're British!" The smaller one, (Patton? I don't fucking know) said excitedly.

"Indeed we are." Roman said, entering the conversation.

I let Roman take over as I tuned out the conversation and focused back onto my design.

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"I'd draw an extra petal there." someone said. I jumped slightly at that and turned to see someone sat next to me, snickering at my shock. I turned to see that Roman was sat opposite me, the boys from earlier were sat to my left and the person who I could only assume was 'Janus' was sat next to me. I stared into their face, searching for a sign that he was mocking me. "Janus. They/them." The person said, unfazed, confirming my suspicions. Once I felt satisfied with their intentions, I turned back towards my page where they had their hand.

"Remus. He/him." I said as I started sketching. I was trying to draw a rose, with its flowers wilting off. Kinda like the flower from Beauty And The Beast. The movie which I was forced to watch the other night by my brothers demands.

Once I was finished sketching the flower, I saw how much better it looked with Janus' addition. I turn to thank Janus, only to see them looking at me. Smiling at my own happiness towards the now finished design.

"Thanks," I said cheerfully "it looks so much better now"

"No problem," Janus simply said.

"Ah so you've decided to come back down to earth now?" Roman teased, noticing how I wasn't fixated on my page anymore.

"Fuck off." I said, sticking out my tongue. Roman giggled whilst Patton inhaled sharply. I turned to Janus, a confused look etched onto my face.

"Patton doesn't like swearing." they explained. I chuckled mentally. "Well i'm fucked" I thought, Laughing again at the irony.

"well at least he didn't fall over a tree root now," Janus said to Roman, smirking. I started laughing.

"I like this one." I said and everyone joined In with my laughter.

The bell cut the fun short though. We all, besides Logan, groaned as we started to collect our things and head towards our next lessons.

Back to you (Jaehyun x Reader)

You were once best friend but he left. Now that you are slowly but surely putting your life back together he is coming back, changed but still the same. As you are slowly falling back into his arm you can't imagine that he is drawing you into a world where rules are different and where mistakes are fatal.

Warning: Angst, Violence, mention of blood, mention of guns, kinda unhealthy relation ship?, smut (yassss) and fluff

It’s finally here! It took me a while and I am sorry but school is taking all my time and I was (still am) sick so I am slow. But I loved writting this! Jeahyun bias wrecked me hard djzvavdhdv I am low key in love with him now lol. It was supposed to be a bad boy Au... I tried my best but it kinda become a Mafia Au... Hope you’ll enjoy it ! Thank you for requesting! 

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The first time you met Jaehyun you just entered 1rst grade. It was a beautiful day and you were playing during the break with other kids in the little spot where there was sand in the play yard. You were slowly but surely building your sand castle very proud of yourself. As you were finally finished and proud you turned around to show it to your friend next to you but the moment you turned back your sand castle wasn't there anymore. It was just a weird wet heap of sand. You looked at your ruin of a castle, not understanding what just happened. You understood pretty soon, when a spurt of water hit your face. There was a boy, smirking at you, his water gun targeting your face. Did children were even allowed to have such toys ? You didn't know but you were ready to cry from frustration. You spent so much time building this, why could not he destroyed someone else sand castle ! Why was he so mean ? You were ready to leave when another boy came out. You were pretty sure that you fell in love at this very moment. Your prince in shining armor coming to your rescue. You didn't quite hear what he said to the other boy who just shrugged and ran off, probably ready to harass someone else with his water gun. He turned around to face you, smiling sweetly, giving you a hand to help you stand up. Jaehyun had always been the sweetest to you. He had always put upon himself to protect you, even after your first meeting. In middle school, you had become inseparable, spending your days together at school. He had become even sweeter and beautiful, and you were just falling deeper for him. You could not really imagine your life without him. Until high school. It has for sure been a complicated period for you as Jaehyun stopped talking to you. Not that you had an argument and that you were angry at each other. You just didn't have the same priorities. Jaehyun had changed, you of course changed too, and you both soon had nothing to do with each other. You had made other friends with who you spent a lot of time, you even had your first boyfriend, a sweet boy named Jooheon. But you couldn't help yourself thinking about Jaehyun. He was always in the back of your head, and when you happened to see him in high school, you were avoiding his look, and you were just running away. He for sure had changed a lot. Changing his flower boy look, to the total opposite. His jean jacket, the holes inside his jeans, his undercut, everything had changed. It's not like he had replaced you or anything, in fact except from a few friends and a bunch of girls running after him as soon as he was here, he was pretty much alone all the time. But it wasn't your business anymore. Or maybe it was and as a friend you should have asked what was happening ? Have you done something wrong ? But you stopped yourself every time you had those thought. It wasn't your fault, it was nobody's fault. It was just life. You make friends and sometimes you lost them. You indeed lost every contact with Jaehyun until your second year of college. You had successfully graduated from high school and you were ready to take over the adult world. College was way more full filing than high school for you as you were following design studies and you were really happy with them. You had almost forgotten about Jaehyun, living your own life on your own, until one day. You had been invited to a party and as you arrived with your friends you saw him. You recognized him right away even if he had nothing to do with the Jaehyun from high school. You could only see his side profile but you could tell he was one of the most handsome person you've ever seen. But you had to leave right now, you really didn't want to stay here and take the risk of him recognizing you, or worst, him not remembering you at all. But you were doomed and suddenly, the person he was talking with, Johnny a good friend of yours, saw you as you were already putting your coat back on, calling your name. And Jaehyun was looking at you, smiling sweetly, and you had the impression that you were in front of the sweet boy, back in first grade, who protected you from the monster with the water gun. You didn't watch him for long, concentrating all your attention on Johnny. « Hey Y/n baby what's up ? » You shrugged nodding your head as no sounds were coming out of your mouth. Yeah that was awkward. « Y/n this is Jaehyun, Jaehyun- -We know each other » Jaehyun had talk. When you raised your head to see him, he was looking into your eyes, his smile showing his dimple. He was breathtaking. His black hair parted in the middle as some strands were falling on his forehead was highlighting his beautiful eyes. « Me and Y/n, we know each other, right ? -Y-yeah we do » Johnny seemed surprised. « Really, since when ? -Since elementary school actually ! » Johnny looked at you, a puzzled expression on his face. « You've never told me you knew Jaehyun ? -Well I didn't know you knew him either and it's not like we are still in contact or whatever... » Johnny laughed but not Jaehyun. You finally succeded in leaving Johnny's side to go outside. You needed some air. Far away from Jeahyun and all the confused feelings that were harassing you at the moment. The goal of those parties were to have fun, get yourself drunk and hooking out with a good-looking human being. Definitely not being confused, low key happy, about your ex best friend arrival. Sadly it wasn't going to happen. « Y/n ! Wait ! » You were starting to feel overwhelmed and it wasn't a good thing. You were not an anxious person, or maybe you were but you always did everything to put away any stressful situation. This, all this was going hard on your feelings. « What do you want ? » Okay maybe that was a bit harsh but you didn't know how to act or what to say. « I just wanted to talk to you. Like what is my childhood friend doing ? Are you happy ? » You were expecting everything except this. « I am doing great thank you. And yes I am happy » You could do better than that. You just didn't want to. « What are you studying ? -Hum, I am a design student. -Do you like it ? » You nodded slowly, suddenly acknowledging something weird. « And you what are you studying ? » He seemed surprised about your question, as he was not expecting for you to start a conversation which was pretty much understandable if you thought about how you had replied to him before. « Hum, I am not a student. In fact, I am working » That was what you thought as you looked as the Rolex on his wrist that could probably pay your tuition and the very elegant and high quality fabric of his outfit. No student could afford that. « Oh, and what are you working in ? » He shrugged, as if he was used to peopling asking this. « You know, some business for a private company ». Used to answer and used to not tell the truth. You didn't say anything else tho. It wasn't your business and you didn't want to know more about Jaehyun or anything he was involved in. « So, why did you come to this party ? » He seemed taken aback by the fact that you were now willing to keep the conversation going. You may not want to know more about Jaehyun but the reason of his presence here was quite intriguing. « Johnny asked me to come for a bit. And then, ha no let it go.... -What ? What were you going to say ? -Don't take me for a creep please... -Too late. » He laughed, his laugh so clear and familiar, but also so far away in your memories. « I wanted to see you. What you had become you know. I was curious. We were best friend before. -Indeed we were. » There was more venom in that answer that you had wish for. Your pretty speech about being detached from the situation was far away. You sounded horribly salty. « I know... I wish I could tell you why... But I can't. -Tell me what ? You don't own me anything. » As you said this, you knew you were lying to yourself. Deep down you wanted him to explain why he had left you alone all those years ago. And why he was popping back in your life now... « I feel like I do. I left you alone. But I swear if I could explain to you why I had to stop seing you I would tell you everything. -I told you it wasn't important. -It is for me. But you know now. I am back in town and everything... » You raised your brow. Back in town ? « What do you mean ? -We could catch up ? Like I want to learn to know you again, the person you've become. » You were expecting this. But at the same time it didn't help loosening the shock a bit. « Why ? -Y/n, after all those years, I still have the same feeling as when we were kids. I like you, and I want to protect you. If I could scare of a bully that destroyed your sand castle I would do that again. » You laughed. « It was hard for me you know. I had to stop thinking about you at some point because it was to painful. In high school, when you were ignoring me, I felt like shit. Like suddenly I wasn't worth being your friend anymore. You made me feel so bad about myself. » He didn't say anything. You could see in his expression that he was shaken and sad. Shit, you just started your own pity party. « Don't say anything. High school is pretty shitty anyway. Now I feel good. And I feel good because I finally got over you. So you coming back, to « catch up » is the worst thing you could do to me » His mouth was gaping stupidly. This is when you decided that it was your time to leave. Fuck the party and the make out session, you were going to crawl on your couch to watch « The bride of the water god » for the thousand time. « No wait, please. Y/n, fuck... -What do you want again... -Please at least let me apologize. I didn't know it has been this hard -Of course, how would you know. We weren't talking to each other anymore. -I still was making sure you were okay. I mean, at school and everything, you thought I wasn't paying attention to you but it's not true... -Well you did a shitty job then » Here you were being petty again. « I would have preferred anything really. You should have told me that I wasn't interesting anymore, that you wanted new friends, that time was just making his work. You make me think that you were caring about me this all time is cruel. -But it's the truth. Sometimes I had wish I could have forgotten you. But it never happened. But now it's different. I am different. I am not in the trouble I was before. Now I am stable. My life is stable. -We were in high school ! What could have make your life so unstable that you had to leave me behind ? » This is the moment he shut down on you. You knew he wasn't going to say anything to you about this anymore. « You know what, forget it. We all have our secret. » He didn't answer this either. « I am leaving, Jeahyun. It was cool to see you again, really. I hope that you are happy too. » And you left. You didn't hear of Jaehyun until one week later, when he came into the coffee shop you were working in. He didn't seem surprised to see you, which was definitely your case. You really naively thought you were never going to see him again. H walked in your direction a smile splattered on his face. « Hello, what can I do for you ? » you asked with the most neutral voice you could. « I don't know... What would you advise me to take ? » He was doing this on purpose... With his dumb smile, you wanted to slap him with the baguette you were about to cut when he entered. « The pastry are excellent. I would advise you the cinnamon roll, they are freshly baked. To drink, the best-seller is the caramel macchiato with whipped cream. » He seemed to think for a second before nodding. « I am going to take this, thank you. -Is it a take away ? -No, I am going to sit here. » Okay, how were you supposed to work when he was here ? « Very well I am going to bring everything to you. You can sit down. » You were almost done with his order when you heard, his phone ring. You turned around but stopped almost immediately. When you were talking about duality, it's not exactly what you had in mind. The fact that he could look like the sweetheart he was when he entered the shop and now look so severe and hard now. You could not hear what was happening on the phone, you were too busy watching Jaehyun. « Okay, I'll be there in a few. Yeah. » You didn't say anything. You took the macchiato and put it in a take away cup, and wrapped the cinnamon roll. When he stood up you just give him his order. He seemed suddenly very tired. But he simply smiled. He took his order, his fingers lightly touching yours. « Thank you Y/n. It was good seing you again. » He put his hand in his vest pocket and took a little piece of paper out of it. « This is my phone number. If you are not to busy one day, you can call me, and we can hang out or something. Don't feel forced to call me or anything. If you don't I'll understand ». And he left. You were left alone, that stupid card in your hands, not really knowing what to do. It was another week later that you had decided to text Jaehyun. Not call. Text were safer. So you simply told him it was your number, and asked him what he was doing. He didn't answer until an hour later. He was apparently busy with work, whatsoever he was doing. He said he was surprised but happy that you had text him. You stopped here. You honestly didn't know what to do. Were you supposed to initiate something ? Or just let the situation die. You were confused, a hint of disappointment in yourself for texting him, but the feeling of joy that it bring you made it almost insignificant. Were you happy to meet Jaehyun ? Yes. Were you happy about him showing interest in you again ? Yes. Were you confused about the situation ? Definitely. But in the end you were feeling weird. You know it is one of your biggest flaw was definitely to intellectualize too much. Never letting yourself be happy, because what if it'll go wrong ? But damn it, it's been a while since you've been that excited about something. Are you free tomorrow ? I want to take you somewhere. You accepted. And it has been awesome. Jaehyun was the sweetest person you've met. It didn't take long until you were again inseparable. It took time for you to accept what had happened and what was actually happening, but you were happy. So definitely happy and in love with Jaehyun. The day he asked you to be his girlfriend was definitely a great day for you. You had play it off, just answering « Aren't we dating already haha » but you were ecstatic inside. After three months of dating you had finally had enough of hiding your feelings. Your desire for this man was too strong. He had always been a perfect gentleman, never making any physical contact that you had not given your consent before. But one day has nothing had happened yet you initiated the contact. You were expecting a bit more than a kiss. Jeahyun was ready to give you everything you wanted anyway. « Can I kiss every inch of your body? » He nipped at your thigh. You were feeling his hot breath against your skin so close from where you wanted him. « Can I be the reason you moan ? » You whimpered and nodded. Jaehyun smiled against your skin, nose trailed along your skin as he inhaled deeply « Can I » And he was so close from your clit, you could feel his deep exhale and it felt so good. You whined, struggling to breath and fighting to stay standing. You were praying that he 'll have some mercy and let you lay down because if he decided to eat you out right there in his kitchen you might pass out. « Yes, please » He mumbled something you can't understand before he buried his face between your thighs his hands palming your ass to get you closer. He took another deep breath and your legs began to shake badly when he exhaled. « Jaehyun » you repeated . He looks at you through his eyes half hidden over his long lashes : « Yes Love. » He held your gaze and slowly licked his lips. The sight of him on his knees, his white shirt open on his chest letting you his tattoos was something you wanted to engrave in your mind forever. « I can't stand... », was barely audible. « Okay, » Jaehyun’s dimples appeared when he smiled. He stood up taking you in his arms. « But baby, in the meantime, do you want to know what I want more than anything? » You weren’t sure how much more of this you could take. All the way to the bed, Jaehyun kissed you, tasting his lips, his hands grabbing your butt with his strong hands. « Jaehyun... » and it was a whimper at best. « Yes Y/n. » Nothing came out of your mouth as he smirked.

« I was saying » He grabbed your legs lifting you in his arms. « I need to hear you beg Y/n. I need to feel you cum on my dick. I need you to be mine. » You were in his arms pressed against his body. Everything was so intense. That was it, you were jelly in his arms, your legs trembling around his waist. He lowered you onto his bed as his eyes never leave yours. Your skirt is all the way up to your hips letting him free from seing everything. He bent down licking his lips biting at the skin of your thighs. « What are you doing Jaehyun? » Your words sounded more like a plea than a question. « I am claiming you as mine. » He said it like you weren’t already completely his. « If you’ll have me, of course. » He kept sucking at you skin, and you feel yourself drift off more and more. You whispered his name again and again your eyes screwed shut as you struggled to breathe. « What do you want princess, use you word » « Don't stop » you whined, clawing at the sheets beneath you. He smiles kissing the mark he just gave you. « I have no intention to stop » He caressed your thighs, appreciating the feeling of your skin. « I need to hear you. Tell me Y/n what do you want me to do? » « You! » you said before his teeth could latch on to your skin. « Me?» He grinned against your skin. « I want you to fuck me. » His deep chuckle forced a burst of hot air over your glistening folds. And fuck it felt good. You almost came like this, just Jaehyun looking at you sending you over the edge. « That's not what I was asking baby. I mean, obviously, I’m going to fuck you. Fuck I've been waiting for this moment since forever. But before that. Before I bury myself deep into your needy little cunt. What should I do? » « I-I don't know » « Give me a number, » Jaehyun said softly. « Why ? » you whispered to yourself. « Okay, hum, five ? ». « Five ? » he said a wolf like grin forming on his lips. « You are so greedy princess, fuck. » He bent over, his mouth joining your labia and you began to writhe beneath his touches. « What are you talking about ? » He laughed and shook his head, smiling that dumb smile of his that was giving you the want to slap him. « That’s how many times you are going to cum baby » He grabbed your ankles, dragging you until you are at the edge of the bed, your ass almost hanging out. « I can't do this Jae, please I can't » you mewled. He was already driving you crazy and you haven't come once, what was going to happen after five. « You are going to Y/n, you are going to take it very well, I know you can do that » He spoke between peppered kisses. His flattened tongue parted your lips, and he groaned at the taste of you. A few laden licks later and you were already coming. It didn’t take long before you were greeted by your second orgasm, which came fast, leaving you breathless and dizzy and overly sensitive. Jaehyun lapped orgasm four from your trembling body. You were losing your mind. « You’re such a good girl, aren’t you princess » You could not answer. Your brain had transformed into putty. « You are baby, so good » He praised you over your moans, « You’re my good girl. I think I should reward you. Because I've been thinking about you all the time and now that you are here I want to please right » « Yes. Please. » You said breathless. A mischievous glint cloaked his eyes. « Edging, baby do you like this ? ». You groaned, slamming your head onto the mattress. No you hated it. You wanted him right now but you felt as if you were saying this he would just take even more time. You felt something other than his tongue at your entrance. He trusted his index finger into you. Your back lifted from the bed as you cried out, your palms landed on his tattooed forearms. « You’re soaked, » He added his middle finger. You felt the pressure of your orgasm building low in your core. « What do you feel baby ? -I’m going to cum. -No you’re not » Jaehyun's voice was stern. He pulled his fingers from you and licked them. « You taste so good » You whined, being in this state was even worse than over stimulation. At least before he was giving you what you wanted. His lips brushed the skin above your knee with each word and his digit took back their previous rhythm. You were feeling it again, the knot forming inside your belly, ready to snap at any moment. His tongue was taking you to the edge only to let you down again. « I want to take you out again Y/n » He smirked, proudly « After I watch you cum again and again. I’ll take you out again.” You were so close. He just needed to push you slightly more and you were going to fall into the most intense orgasm you've ever had. But he stopped again. You almost scream in frustration. « Why are you do this? » Your words were rushed and slithly hurt. « Doing what ? I thought you liked it » You closed your eyes tightly, tears of frustration threatened to spill all over you cheeks. You shook your head. « Look at me baby. Y/n look at me », his voice hovered above you, his lips brushing your closed lids. « Look at me » he demanded. You opened your eyes, allowing the tears to escape. Jaehyun frowned. « Why are you crying? -Why won’t you let me cum? » Jaehyun, caress your cheek, whipping away your tears. « All you had to do was ask, baby » He kissed you, his toungue caressing yours. Your legs parted wider, allowing him to rest between them, and you gripped his black hair firmly. He yanked his white shirt away from his body, unbuckling his belt, finally getting naked with you as you had thrown away your skirt and shirt a long time ago now. Jaehyun, in all his glory. Something you'll never forget. You traced the ink of his tattoos with your fingers, fascinate by the ink you were finally able to see clearly. His rigid dick jutted between your bodies, leaking precum on your stomach. Pulling his hair, you forced him to release your lips with a low groan. You wanted to touch him too , make him feel good too. You eased your hand between the two of you, finding his veined cock, you are letting your fingers toy with his sensitive tip. Your mouth traced up his neck, along his strong jawline and back to his lips. And you nibble his bottom lip between each one of your pecks. You collected the wetness from his dick and you used it to move along his shaft. A sweat moan come out of his mouth, the way his slightly longer canine were biting at his lips. « Jaehyun » You whispered against his lips, and he responded with a pained moan. « I need you, Y/n now » Jaehyun answered, his fist gripped the sheets on either side of your head. « Yes, please Jaehyun » You moved your hips and angled his dick to your entrance. You murmured into his tensed jaw how much you needed him, I much you loved him. His eyes snapped opened. « Jaehyun, fuck, I love y- » He swallowed your ‘you’ with a crashing kiss. He entwined your fingers with his and held your left arm above your head. And you saw it, there in his beautiful eyes. This was more than lust. This was everything you’ve ever shared together. During your childhood, now that he was back. This was everything that you mean to him. This was veneration and love. This is when you realized that you'll never be able to come back to normal after that. Jaehyun didn't seem to care anyway. With a guttural groan, he entered you slowly, your breath hitching at the sensation. Sinking down inch by inch, his dark eyes carefully watched yours until he was fully seated. « Baby, you feel incredible » Lifting your thigh higher, he began to move slowly, deliberate strokes, in and out. With each new thrust, he powered his hips deeper, harder. A melody of smacking skin, ragged breaths and sweet moans echoed in the room. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your hips met his movements. His hips began to piston erratically while his stiff cock repeatedly dragged across your g-spot. You closed your eyes as your vision started to blur. « Look at me Y/n. Fuck, baby look at me » « Jaehyun, I can't, it's so good. Oh my god. -I want to see you, baby. » You moaned loudly, screaming Jaehyun name. « Yeah I am right here baby. Let it go. » Jaehyun knew you were close, he could feel your pussy tightening around him. You were a vision writhing beneath him, something he never wanted to forget, soft whimpers and incoherent sentences, everything was making you pure perfection. « You are beautiful. Oh my god, I'll never get enough of you » You closed your eyes feeling it coming. « Show me that you are mine Y/n. I want to see you » « I-I am yours. -Yes you are baby. Say it again. -I’m yours. -Again. « I love you so much, I am yours only yours » Now it was his turn to plummet into ecstasy. He moaned your name, before he came. His pace slowed and he lowered your leg. His breaths washed over you as he studied you. « Baby, I hope you know we're in deep » Since this day, you and Jaehyun were together. It has been almost two years since you've met again at this party and your relationship had taken another turn. You were leaving together now, in a cute and cozy apartment in a great area of the city near your university as you were in your last year just before graduation. You were living your best life, finishing your studies in the best conditions, and living with the man you love. The thing was that there was something wrong about this man. At the beginning it had not disturbed you that much, all the secret and the sudden departure because « work » was calling him. You knew since the beginning that something was wrong but, you really didn't care. Now you cared a lot. You knew that there was something wrong. Jaehyun was good at playing it off, and you were usually doing the same laughing when he came back with bruises, or when he was leaving you for weeks. But you were scared now. And you had all the reason to be. If Jaehyun was doing something wrong, illegal, you needed to leave. One day you really prepared your bag ready to leave, ready return to your parents home, far away from him. The thing is that the moment you were going to leave, you just didn't. You didn't want to. You wanted to stay with him forever if it was possible. And you were not really scared for yourself. You were scared for him. You know he was not stupid, he knew you would see them. The bruises that were appearing every week. The scars from his past, some looking strangely like bullet scars. His new tattoos. Everything was a ringing the bells in your brain. You didn't think about Mafia first. Maybe he had troubles with some of his coworker or something. But soon it was too obvious. He wasn't hiding anymore, at least he was just hiding enough for you not to understand the entire situation. Until one day someone came to see you. You were getting out of one of your classes, walking toward your car to go home, when a man stopped you. You were ready to kick him in the face if you had not seen him before. It happened once, you had finished your job sooner and when you entered the apartment men were here. Jaehyun was standing in the middle of them talking about something you didn't catch. He stopped as soon as he heard you. He walked toward you smiling sweetly, and just asked you to go see one of your friend the time he finished with his colleagues. You did as he told you, not wanting to be in the middle of unknown people anyway. But the man who had stopped you near your car that day was one of the men you saw in your apartment that day. If he had been with Jaehyun, he could not be that bad. But you know it wasn't true. Jaehyun was surrounded with bad people. Dangerous people. Because he had been with Jaehyun that day, you should be careful. « Are you Jaehyun'wife ? » You were pretty sure you weren't married yet but you simply nod not wanting to about this right now. « I just want to give him a message. He won't answer me, and you understand it's a bit annoying for work. Could you just- -I know nothing about Jaehyun work, if he decided not to answer you I guess he as his reason. But it's none of my business. I am sure you can find someone else. » He didn't say anything but you could see his body tensing. Where you really going to have to use your self defense technics. You weren't feeling that confident about them right now. « Yeah, I understand. You are Y/n right ? You are gorgeous, I understand why Jaehyun is trying to leave for you. Just tell him it is not as easy as he thinks ». And he left. That day you had been scared to the bones. You waited a bit sitting inside your car the time to calm your nerves. You finally drived back home. When you entered your apartment Jaehyun was here. « What happened ? I was worried as hell, why aren't you answering your phone ? » He saw in what state you were, and he understood almost right away. He took you in his arms, his grip on you so strong that you had the feeling he was never letting you go. You really hope he wasn't. « Tell me who it was, what he was looking like, what he told you. » You didn't say anything. You simply stayed in his arm as long as you could. He finally understood that you were not going to say anything. « Let's go to bed okay princess ? » After this day nothing ever happened to you. You could come back at any hour of the day, there was never another person here, just Jaehyun. Until everything went really wrong. You hated it. When he wasn't answering his phone. He had left for a week now. Those time were already difficult for you when he was answering to the phone but now that he wasn't answering. You were worried sick and you were right. In the middle of the night, you had passed out on the couch and you heard a violent knock on your door. You really weren't going to answer until you heard someone telling your name. You ran toward the door, opening it violently. It was happening, right ? Were you going to lose everything tonight ? « Jaehyun... -Y/n we need to get him inside. » You had no idea how this man knew your name but you let him enter. Him and the other guy holding Jaehyun, almost ran into the bedroom. You followed them as fast as your panicked state was allowing you. You didn't start crying right away, but when one of the man snatched open Jaehyun shirt open and you saw, all the blood you started sobbing. « Jaemin, get her out » you heard Jaehyun said with a weak voice, almost to quite to be heard from you. The man who as talked to you before turned around and open the door for you to leave. But you were not sure you could walk. What happened next was a big mess. You were staying in the corridor just behind the door of your room. The other man, who you still ignored the name, had come out once to take a big bag that he had left in the living room earlier. He gently smiled at you but you were unable to do anything but trying not to break down in tears. It only took an hour for them to do whatever they were doing, it had seemed an eternity to you. The man who took you out before, Jaemin ?, returned and gave you a hand to help you stand up from your spot. There was less blood than before. Jaehyun was looking like a mommy laying here with all bandage around his torso and left arm. He was sleeping peacefully. Tears started streaming down your face. « He is going to be fine now. He had broken ribs and a bullet in the biceps but it's fine now. Y/n he is safe. » You looked at the man, the one you still didn't know the name. « Thank you. » He smiled softly. « Jaehyun is our brother. We are never going to let him go. I am Ten by the way ». You smiled at Ten. He seemed like a nice person. You could tell the difference between him and the other guy you saw before. Him and Jaemin seemed to really care about Jaehyun. « Thank you for helping him really. I can't lost him. » He nodded softly. He put his hand behind your back, trying to make you leave the room. « He is not going anywhere. You are as exhausted as us, let's drink some coffee. » You walked with Ten toward the kitchen where Jaemin was already making coffee. « It's not the first you come here right ? » you asked to the men. Jaemin smile awkwardly. « It's okay, it's not bothering me. » The three of you sat down in silence. The sun was already rising in the sky, everything was slowly becoming that pretty orange color. « I understand why Jeahyun wants to leave. » You turned around Ten. « It is so peaceful. That type of life. I understand why he wants that. -I want that too. A lot of us want that », Jaemin answered. You watched both of them carefully. « We are going to stay here just the time he is able to stand up. And then Y/n, it's better if you leave the both of you. -What happened ? Last night ? » They looked at each other, looking unsure. « He bought our ticket for freedom » Jaehyun had decided to leave the organization he was working for. Apparently he wasn't the only one who wanted to leave. But it wasn't that easy. Once you entered the family it was almost impossible to quite. But Jaehyun wanted nothing but to live with you, give you the life you deserved. And it meant quitting the organization. « He did it for himself, but for me and Jaemin too. If we leave soon, if we disappear, they are going to leave us alone ». You left the boys alone and came back to your room. You sat down in the mattress next to Jaehyun, trying not to wake him up. « Why didn't you tell me everything ? I would not have left you... » You closed your eyes for a moment, exhaustion taking control of your body. « I love you Y/n ». His voice had startled you. « You are an idiot really. Coming back after a week to bloodied all my carpet. What is wrong with you ? » He tried to laugh but his body jerked in a painful movement. « Sorry, sorry, don't move. Do you want me to call Ten ? -No it's fine, just stay here okay -I am not going anywhere ». You leaned and kissed him on the forehead. « I was scared. » He looked in your eyes. « I know. I am sorry. I-I wish it could have been different ». You didn't say anything, you just laid down next to him, exhausted the only thing you wanted was to sleep next to him. Exactly three days later, you decided that Jaehyun was feeling better, enough to leave the city at least. You, Ten and Jaemin had packed most of your belongings and had put them into a van you didn't know about. You had arranged something with one of your professor for your remained classes. In theory everything was going to be fine. Ten was in the driver seat, Jeamin next to him. You looked into Jaehyun eyes as he was carefully sitting in the seat next to you. You buckled his seat belt, making sure he was secure. « I love you Y/n ». You smiled at him, taking his hand in yours. « I love you too ». Yeah everything was going to be okay.