#reblogging again 'cause i made a snack and am tucked in here for the rest of the night > : )
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Lost and Found [1]
Content: Soft Vore, Half size, Unwilling Prey, Mischievous Pred, Lamia/Naga Pred, Fearplay, Safe Vore (Ambiguous At First)
Word Count: 3927
Fandom: N/A; Original Content
A/N: My first piece posted on this account!! If you enjoy, please drop a reblog or comment!! <3
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Bahi watched the small human warily trek through the forest, eyes trying to peer through the darkness of twilight. The poor thing didn’t have any sort of night vision or even a weapon, from the looks of it. He’d been watching the young adult travel in a jagged, uncertain path for the last hour, and it looked like he was well and truly lost. Vulnerable.
As such, it was best that Bahi get a grip on him before any of the… less friendly folk in the forest did. He waited silently for the human to get past his current hiding spot, and then quickly struck from behind, knocking him over with a yelp and encircling him with his thick snake half in the next instant. He waited patiently for the human to stop uselessly struggling before speaking.
“Well, hello there.” He said with a wry curve to his lips. “Not often I see a human around here!”
The human took in his size and appearance with a wide eyed expression, lips pressed together in fear. Bahi looked back with an amused sort of curiosity.
“And what’s a mouthful like you doing in this part of the woods?” He asked, tightening his coils’ grip on the human just slightly. He could feel his quick, hummingbird-light pulse and the slight, ineffectual jerks of the human’s body reacting to the snug hold Bahi had on it.
“I lost my way. Didn’t mean to end up here.” The human’s voice was soft, and surprisingly steady, considering that Bahi had heard his breath audibly hitch at the word ‘mouthful’. A reasonable reaction, what with all the rumors about lamia dietary choices.
“Oh man, you must be a pretty unlucky guy.” Bahi commented, leaning forwards on his thick snaketail till his face was only a few inches from the human’s. “You got a name, or am I going to call you ‘snack’?”
The human shuddered, soft brown eyes locked on him. “... It’s Ran.” He answered after a moment. His hands clenched and unclenched lightly from where they were trapped against his sides. Bahi grinned, chuckling at how Ran’s face paled a bit at the sight of his teeth.
“Well, Ran, thanks for getting lost in my corner of the woods.” Bahi propped his head up with one hand, casually. “I’ve been feeling hungry all day.”
Ran’s body stiffened, eyes widening. He inhaled, but before he could utter even a syllable, Bahi surged forward and covered his mouth with one hand. “Hey now,” He whispered, as though telling a secret, “don’t start making noise or I’ll have to bite you.” He smiled sharply again. “That’s no fun for either of us, yeah? There’s stuff in this forest that would be a lot less kind with you than me. A morsel like you doesn’t want to attract their attention.”
Ran stared at him with pinprick pupils, and he withdrew slowly, holding a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture to emphasize the message. Sure enough, when he removed his hand, the human didn’t start screaming.
“I-It’d be much more kind of you to let me go.” He said shakily, almost as low as Bahi’s whisper. Bahi pretended to consider this.
“It would be,” he conceded, “but I’m hungry, and you smell delicious, so it turns out I’m not that kind.”
With that, he shifted his coiled tail to orient the struggling human horizontally, picking at the laces on his boots until they came loose enough to be tugged off. “No way I’m eating those,” he commented errantly, and then nudged Ran up at an angle just slightly so he could make eye contact with him.
“Thanks for the meal.” He said, smiling, and then opened his mouth, teeth folding back. He huffed a chuckle at the human’s panicked breathing, and caught both ankles in one hand, pinning them together to bring them into his mouth.
“Gghghhaugh.” Ran said weakly as Bahi wrapped his tongue around his ankles. He would have laughed at the reaction if his mouth hadn’t been occupied with feet. Instead, he lifted his tail to hold the human above his head, almost completely vertical. Never hurt to let gravity help out.
He loosened his coils, causing Ran to start sliding lower. His throat opened up easily to accept the human’s twitching feet, and he swallowed thickly, a pleased purr starting up in his chest. Ran whimpered, and Bahi ignored it completely in favor of running his tongue along the calves in his mouth.
“There’s gotta be something I could do for you so you’d let me go. Please, I’ve got money, I can hunt, I’ll do anything, please-” He twisted in his hold, chest swelling with panicked breaths.
Bahi huffed a laugh again, and made it clear exactly what he wanted from him by tilting his head back and swallowing, pulling more of Ran’s legs into his mouth. The fabric of his clothes didn’t taste nearly as good as his skin, he noted. Still interesting flavors, though.
As soon as he reached Ran’s navel, he unwrapped his tail from around the rest of his frame. Unsurprisingly, Ran immediately tried to go for his eyes, presumably to claw them out. Bahi caught his hands easily with his own, and then coiled the end of his tail around Ran’s small wrists, locking them together and then pulling them up above his head and out of the way.
Ran swore, writhing and straining to pull himself out, but his struggles only made him sink deeper into Bahi’s throat. His purring intensified as he swallowed again, eyes narrowed with enjoyment. Even so, his meal’s rapid, fearful bargaining was growing louder, and the last thing he wanted was to be interrupted. He reached up with one hand and ruffled Ran’s dark hair teasingly before pushing downwards, shoving him further into his mouth and swallowing several times.
Bahi paused. At this point, the only part of Ran not entrenched in the lamia was his arms. Almost all of the human’s body was tucked into his throat and first stomach, his wriggling a delightful sensation on Bahi’s insides. Taking his time, he curled his tongue around Ran’s arms and swallowed lightly, dragging more of him into his esophagus.
He looked cross eyed past his nose to the grasping hands sticking out of his mouth, and tilted his head back again, relishing the feeling as Ran slid down deeper, first stomach already starting to stretch with its new occupant. Lips twitching up in a satisfied smile, Bahi poked Ran’s fingers into his mouth one by one, and swallowed a final time.
Soon enough, the only sign that the human had ever been there was the writhing imprint sliding down his throat. Bahi pressed his fingers against the movement and sighed as the last of the weight dropped into his stomach, wrapping his coils around himself and leaning back against them. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” He cooed, and got a bout of violent thrashing and indistinct panicking from Ran in response.
“Come on, you’re not even being digested. I couldn’t digest you in that stomach if I wanted to.” Bahi pressed down on his exposed abdomen, chuckling when Ran shifted around trying to get away from his touch. After a few moments of silence as Ran absorbed that statement, he spoke. “You couldn’t?”
Bahi grinned. “Nope. I like to make my meals last as long as possible, after all.”
Ran was shaking inside of him. “You… You’re a monster.”
The lamia rolled his eyes, amused. Humans were so easy to mislead. “Yup. Thought you’d figured that out when I caught you in my giant snake coils? A little slow on the uptake there, kid.” He punctuated this by stretching out and relaxing, another rumbling purr starting up at the sensation of being pleasantly full.
“Why would you even do something like this?” Ran spat, shuddering at Bahi’s movement. “Why not just kill me?” The implied ‘it’d be better than this’ went unsaid.
“Man, you’re kind of boring, huh?” Bahi continued over Ran’s indignant sound. “I did it for fun. And because I was hungry, obviously.”
“Fun?! Eating people alive is fun to you?” Ran spat, twisting around as much as the small space would let him. Bahi’s eyelids drooped at the sensation, his pleased purr increasing in volume, much to the human’s ire.
“Very.” He murmured, on the edge of deciding to head home and settle down for a nap.
Before he could curl up properly, a sound caught his attention. It was faint, barely discernible to even his advanced hearing, but… It sounded like someone calling. Bahi stretched out leisurely, ignoring the discomfited movements from Ran, and then headed that way, long ears twitching to try and pick up the noise better.
He didn’t have to go far before he could understand the words. Someone was yelling Ran’s name in long, echoing calls. He grinned in amusement. “Oh, so you didn’t come here alone?”
“What?” The human evidently hadn’t heard his would-be rescuer yet. “What are you talking about?”
Bahi didn’t bother answering, instead moving faster towards the source of the noise. He knew Ran had heard it too when the human suddenly started struggling with a renewed vitality.
“Stop! Don’t go near him!” Ran demanded, with a surprising amount of ferocity for someone who was in no position to make demands. Bahi kneaded his hands into his stomach in retribution and kept moving, eventually reaching the source of the voice.
It was another human, this one taller with downturned hazel eyes and worry lines creased into his face. He was following the dirt path, but peering through the trees in search, presumably of his missing friend. Bahi flicked his tongue out, scenting the air. It seemed as though this one would be just as tasty as Ran. Maybe even as amusing.
He moved further ahead along the path, finding a tree with a comfortable fork to rest his coils on. Before long, the new human came into view, and froze at the sight of the huge lamia draped in front of him, looking ready to bolt. Bahi offered him a sly grin, and then directed his words at the human curled up in his gut.
“Looks like your friend is here.”
Ran thrashed, alarmed, and the other human ran forwards a few jerky steps, eyes wide with horror. “Ran?” He yelled, eyes locked on the human-sized lump in Bahi’s stomach.
“Glin?” Ran shouted back, hands pressing desperately against Bahi’s stomach lining. “Glin, run away! Get out of here!”
The newly-named Glin hesitated, looking between Ran’s trapped form and Bahi’s lax expression. He stepped forwards again, to Bahi’s amusement. Humans had no sense of self preservation. It was hilarious.
“You… ate him?” Glin said, unsteadily. Bahi nodded a bit smugly, lowering himself to the ground and slowly making his way over to circle the human. Glin tensed, turning to keep him in view.
“Could you… let him go? Please?” Glin said, backing up a step as Bahi came closer.
“It depends… I could be persuaded.” Bahi answered, tone light with humor as he felt Ran still inside of him. He flicked his tongue out again, picking up the delightful taste of a very nervous Glin from a foot away. “But I am so hungry… Perhaps I could release him for someone more likely to fill me up fully.”
Glin’s head jerked up, understanding immediately what Bahi’s intent gaze meant. He looked at Bahi’s body, where Ran was now kicking up a fit that made the end of Bahi’s tail curl in pleasure, desperately trying to convince Glin to get away and leave him there. He swallowed visibly, and then met Bahi’s eyes, gaze determined and terrified in equal measure.
“Let him go. I’ll take his place.”
Bahi smiled a very unreassuring smile. “How generous of you.”
Ran was thrashing about still, making him one of the most energetic occupants Bahi’s stomach had ever had. He easily stopped the panicked movements and flailing limbs by tensing his core, his stomach muscles compacting Ran into an easy-to-regurgitate ball. It was never pleasant, forcing a human back up out of his gut, but it wasn’t particularly difficult either. In no time at all, the last of Ran’s wriggling form dropped out of his mouth, landing on the ground covered in saliva and stomach fluids.
“Ran!” Glin quickly jumped forwards to help his friend, pulling him up and hugging him tightly. “I thought you were dead-”
“What are you thinking, you idiot?” Ran hissed back, struggling to his feet. “I don’t want you sacrificing yourself for me! I-”
“Whoops!” Bahi picked Ran up by the collar, prying him away from Glin and hoisting him into the air like a disobedient puppy. “Don’t go running off before your time!” He dropped Ran into his coiled tail, wrapping it tightly around him like a woven basket to muffle his protests.
Glin looked near tears, stress evident in his body language. “You said you’d let him go.”
“I did! And I will, once you’ve fulfilled your end of the bargain. I wouldn’t want you both trying to escape and betraying the deal. Then I’d be free to break my end of the deal.” Bahi leaned in, reaching out to run his clawed fingertips along Glin’s cheek. “I’m sure I could make room to fit you both, if I really tried. You wouldn’t want that.”
Glin nodded jerkily. “R… Right.”
“Good.” Bahi smiled, and then pulled one of Glin’s hands to his mouth, wrapping his tongue around his wrist to taste him properly. Glin was tense but unmoving, and Bahi was delighted to find that he tasted just as good if not better than Ran. The stiffness wasn’t ideal though… Normally, he had no problem getting his unwilling prey to struggle all the way down, but Glin might interpret that as breaking their deal, which was no good.
“I’ll give you a chance, since you bargained for your friend so valiantly. If you can get free of me now, I’ll let you both go.” Bahi offered. As the proposal registered in Glin’s mind, he brought both of the human’s wrists to his mouth and swallowed, eager to begin.
Glin jerked back, but found that once something was stuck in Bahi’s throat, odds were you weren’t going to be able to just yank it back out. Instead, he kicked out at Bahi’s abdomen, making him grunt slightly. A valiant effort, but one doomed to fail.
Bahi met Glin’s gaze with amused eyes, and then let his jaw open further and shoved his head in, swallowing again so that Glin’s arms were fully caught in his throat and his head only inches from following suit. Glin writhed with the fervour of an animal caught in a trap, and Bahi reached down and picked the human up by the sides, tilting his head back as to ease the process. He had to be careful now if he didn’t want Glin to suffocate, which would be no fun.
He swallowed, easily accommodating the human’s upper half, and paused to savor the taste. Glin kicked desperately, wriggling with his whole body, and Bahi began to purr with satisfaction. Frenzied movement in his coils reminded him of his other catch, and he loosened them enough that Ran could see as Bahi angled his head back further, letting Glin’s thrashing legs slide further into his mouth easily.
As expected, Ran nearly howled in protest and began to attack the coils holding him with renewed energy. Bahi struggled not to laugh, instead wrapping his tongue around twitching ankles and swallowing a few times to get the last of Glin down, exhaling with pleasure as his meal slid into his stomach completely, still thrashing.
For a moment, he simply basked in the sensation of being full, eyes half closed as his whole body vibrated with the force of his purring. After a moment, Glin stopped struggling, probably having accepted that escape was futile, and Bahi forced himself not to take a nap when there was a very angry human still wrapped in his snake half. He tightened his coils, forcing Ran to quit trying to fight, and lifted the human up in the air.
“Oh, quit it. You were the one trying to get out a while ago, so be grateful. Your friend made a brave choice for you, after all.”
Ran had gone limp, staring at Bahi’s slightly distended stomach. Bahi glanced down as well, and realized that while he could feel every shuddering breath Glin took in his stomach, from the outside it looked as though his prey wasn’t moving at all.
“Oh, he’s fine.” Bahi sighed, rearranging himself so that he could settle down on his coils properly, and then shoved Ran against his abdomen, causing Glin to jerk in surprise. Ran almost flinched away, and then seemed to dismiss the fact that he was pressed up against a lamia’s full stomach, and sought out Glin’s shape instead. “Glin! Glin, are you okay?”
Glin twisted, able to hear Ran’s voice even through flesh. “Ran! Why are you still here? Go! Please, just run! Go home!”
Ran stared, almost uncomprehending of the choice he was supposed to be making. “I can’t… I…” He looked up at Bahi, eyes glassy. “Please, I can’t leave him… I’ll do whatever you want, anything, I’ll feed myself to you, just please let him go. He only came here because I got lost, it’s my fault and he shouldn’t have to suffer for it. Please, I’m begging you.”
Bahi had been nearly asleep, enjoying the blissful sensation of having two humans pressed up against the inside and outside of his stomach walls, and sighed as he was dragged back to dealing with the situation. Panic and anger were amusing, but tears like this simply soured the sweet taste in his mouth. He supposed he should have expected it, preying on the bonds between two close friends like this. “I can’t sit here in this forest all day making deals and re-eating the both of you.” He grumbled.
Well. That actually sounded appealing on some level, but he wanted to nap already.
He leaned forwards lazily and dragged his tongue along Ran’s face, reminding himself of the taste. Ran’s whole body twitched but the little human forced himself not to jerk away, even as Glin pleaded with him to run. Bahi sighed, as though put upon. “A nap.”
Ran blinked, slowly. “What?”
“I want a nap, and then I’ll let your friend go.”
“Won’t… won’t he die? Please-”
Bahi rolled his eyes. “Didn’t I tell you I can’t digest anything in that stomach? He won’t die. I’d have to hibernate for days for him to run out of air in there.”
Ran seemed to consider this, watching Bahi’s face as though gauging his honesty, and then nodded, slowly. “Okay… I’ll wait for you to finish napping.”
“Good.” Bahi stretched, excited at the prospect of sleeping, and reached over for Ran. “C’mere.”
He lifted the human up again, watching as he twisted uncomfortably in midair. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Did you think I was just going to leave you out here so you could run off and bring back a hunting party? I’ve got just enough room to squeeze you in there.”
Ran seemed to freeze, and Glin spoke up. “You said you’d let him go! We made a deal!”
Bahi sighed again, setting Ran down on the ground proper. “There. I let him go.” Ran stayed still, like a rabbit trying to figure out its next move. “Last chance to run away.” Bahi told him, nudging his shoulder with his tail. Ran stumbled a step, looked to Glin, and then the forest path. He looked at Bahi. “I’m not leaving Glin.”
Glin tried to protest, but Bahi easily ignored him to instead lift Ran back off the ground. “Great, then it’s settled. Don’t move too much and this will go quicker.” He said, and then opened his mouth wide. Ran looked down into Bahi’s maw and let himself go lax. “Okay.” He said weakly.
True to his word, he didn’t thrash around as Bahi lowered him into his mouth for the second time. It went much faster this time around, as Ran didn’t struggle and Bahi didn’t take quite as long savoring the sensation. He swallowed quickly, dragging him down into his throat with impressive speed, and patted Ran’s head before finishing up, once again tracing the human’s descent to his stomach.
It was a somewhat tight fit, shoving two humans into his first stomach, but the slight discomfort was dwarfed entirely by the pleasure radiating through his body as the two struggled to adjust, moving around and speaking to each other in low whispers.
He moaned slightly, tempted to just sleep right there on the forest floor, but there was always the chance that something bigger could come along and swallow him up, and then he wouldn’t be able to fulfill his part of the deal. So, he set off for home, travelling slowly along the ground. His passengers struggled to rebalance themselves.
“Where are you going?” Ran asked, alarm creeping into his voice. He shifted nervously, making Bahi’s purr rise in volume for a moment.
“Home.” Bahi said, a bit blearily. “Safer to sleep there.”
“Where is that? This wasn’t the deal.”
Bahi yawned. “Relax. ‘S not far, and we won’t get snapped up by anything big if we’re there.”
“Bigger than you?” Ran radiated disbelief.
“Big enough to gulp me down in two mouthfuls.” Bahi winded through the trees, amused by the shocked silence that followed. “This forest is full of dangerous folk.”
“Then… why do you live here?”
Bahi hummed in false consideration. “Because of all the tasty humans that get lost in the woods.” He retorted, teasingly.
Glin stiffened, but Ran just halfheartedly kicked at his stomach wall. “You enjoy toying with us, don’t you?”
“Ah, so you caught on.” Bahi purred, ducking underneath a branch. “Humans are too funny not to mess with. Especially when hunters come out trying to skin me, of all things. Hilarious.”
“Did you… eat them, too?” Glin asked, tentatively.
“I eat most humans that come my way. I’ve got to eat to live, after all. And humans are the most filling thing out there,” he said blithely, aware they’d misinterpret his words but not satisfied enough to give the game up just yet.
There was silence from the two for a while, probably thinking about how they were in the same stomach that had contained plenty of humans before them. Bahi sighed in relief as he finally reached his little cove, clearly marked with his scent and difficult to stumble into on accident.
Ran finally spoke up again. “If you hadn’t heard Glin, would you have digested me?”
“Hm?” Bahi settled under his favorite rock outcropping, finally getting to settle down properly. “Why would I digest you? Much nicer to let you squirm around in there.” He coiled around the humans in his stomach, eyelids fluttering as the sensation of being full began to lull him to sleep.
“I mean once you got bored of me. Or were you going to leave me in there until I suffocated? Are you really going to just let us leave tomorrow?” Ran shoved out, only increasing the volume of Bahi’s sleepy purring.
“Too many questions… Talk in mornin’. Tired.” Bahi mumbled. Ran said something in response, but it was indistinct to his ears, and in moments he was asleep.
#Safe Vore#Soft Vore#Extreme Cuddling#Naga Vore#Unwilling#Fearplay#Peach Writes#Vore Writing#Vore Story#Half Size Vore#Let me know if I'm missing any tags!!#Original Characters#OC: Bahi#OC: Ran#OC: Glin#What sharp teeth queue have!
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Would You Like A Taste? (M)
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Summary:
Jungkook has to face the consequences of his actions.
Genre: Smut, Vampire AU, Supernatural, elements of erotic horror
Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Situations, Blood, slight cannibalism (it’s like a 3 sentence paragraph), Jungkook’s personality flip-flops between precious bunny and sadist.
Would You Like A Taste has taken 2 years and has been in development since before Can I Have A Taste was rewritten please show it and me some love. I love getting asks or reading tags in reblogs. And remember, my writing can’t improve without feedback.
Word Count: 6769
Jungkook snapped out of his haze when his lips met yours. What had he done? He had only given into his lust for a moment, he didn’t think it would lead into a bloodlust. He fell to his knees with you in his arms. He never wanted to hurt you. His main priority was keeping you safe. But you just had to change your regular Friday routine.
He remembered following your scent to the club; you had looked so beautiful and he couldn’t help the old feelings that crept up. How he had crushed hard on you, how he had been planning on asking you on a date. How he never got that opportunity because he got talked into going to some stupid party, where he found himself getting cornered by some chick and waking up in a ditch about a week later.
“No… No no no no! Shit!”
One of his hands stroked the hair out of your face while the other held you firm to him, your breathing growing shallower by the second. How could he fix this? Could he save you at all? His heart sank at the only option that presented itself. No. He couldn’t do that to you. But time was running out.
“Please don’t hate me Noona.” He whispered before biting down on his own wrist.
A member of staff at the club discovered your lifeless body in the alley. She shrieked drawing the attention of others in the vicinity. It wasn’t long before the police turned up.
After a few days of investigation, it was deduced that your death was due to the over-consumption of alcohol. Your family to arrange your funeral, quickly wanting you to be at peace as soon as possible. They made sure you were buried in your hometown near the graves of your ancestors. The funeral was a family event so strange looks were given to the young man dressed in a black suit who stood near the back. He watched as the members of your family went up to your open casket saying their last tearful goodbyes; waiting patiently for them all to have their turn so that he would be the last to approach. When his time finally came, he was slow to move. Guilt washed over him. He was the reason you were in there, why your family would never see you again. Upon seeing your pallored face he couldn’t hold back the need to touch you, a hand coming to rest on your cheek. You were cold.
“This was never meant to happen... It’s all my fault... I’m so sorry Noona. I’m sorry” His voice was barely louder than the deafening silence as tears ran unbidden down his cheeks, falling to his knees.
Your family watched him break down into sobs; the young man dressed in black that no one knew yet vaguely recognised.
A month passed and there was still no sign of life from you. Jungkook had been sat by your grave every night with a shovel, waiting to dig you up. But as more time passed the more he grew to doubt himself. He hadn’t been quick enough. He had drained you of too much blood. Those thoughts circled his mind for hours on end as he sat there waiting. He even wore the same black suit that he had worn to your funeral. He watched as the colours of the sky changed from navy to black and then eventually to the peach of dawn. His head hung low, accepting the fact that he had killed you, that you would not be waking up and he would not be able to beg for your forgiveness. The sun began to crest on the horizon and Jungkook picked himself off the ground. He was reaching for his shovel when he heard it. When he heard you.
You woke with a gasp, surrounded by darkness. The fuck was going on? Where were you? Last thing you remembered was getting fucked in an alley outside the club and blood red eyes. Your breathing grew rapid as you realised you couldn’t see a thing and as you wriggled in your panicked state you found you were shut in a confined space. You were so focused on yourself you didn’t hear the sound of metal scraping against dirt at an inhuman speed. But what you did notice was the sudden light that shone into, what you now realised to be, your coffin as Jungkook wrenched the lid open. His smile was almost as radiant and bright as the dawn light that haloed him.
“Noona!” He shouted in glee.
“Asshole!” You shouted back with venom.
Jungkook’s smile dropped which brought you some satisfaction. His face became serious as he placed a hand over your eyes.
“Go back to sleep Noona. Don’t worry I’m taking you somewhere safe.”
Almost as if he had cast a spell over you, you fell back into darkness.
As soon as you had called him ‘asshole’ Jungkook knew you would struggle against him. It would be much easier to carry an unconscious you than a kicking and scratching you. So, he did the first thing that came to mind. He used his creator bond to knock you out.
The second time you woke up, you were on a plush sofa in a large living room. You sat up, taking in your surroundings. The sofa you were on was pink and Victorian-esque while the walls were teal and were decorated with what appeared to be family photos. Your curiosity got the better of you. You got off the sofa, walking up to the pictures. The first one that caught your eye was a group picture. Jungkook was in the centre, awkwardly smiling with six older looking boys surrounding him. Two of them had a hand on his shoulders, a guy with purple hair and a brunette. That wasn’t the only group picture of them either, nearly every picture on the wall was one. Except for six of them. In the six remaining pictures, each boy other than Jungkook was paired up with what appeared to be their significant other. You almost felt bad for him. Until you remembered what he had done to you. Anger flowed fresh through your veins once more.
“Yah! Jungkook-ah! Where are you?” You took another look around, “What the fuck is this place?!”
You heard footsteps approaching after. From the sounds of it they were coming from above you then down a staircase and when they stopped a sheepish Jungkook poked his head through the door. He had finally changed his clothes for the first time in a month. Not that you would’ve known. He was now wearing a form fitting white top that had a few holes here and there with three-quarter-length sleeves, and a pair of leather trousers that clung to his muscular legs like they were painted on. It appeared he had decided to forgo wearing shoes.
“You’re awake again.”
“No shit Sherlock; now tell me where I am.”
“We’re in my family’s home.”
“Family?” Confusion was evident in your tone.
“Pop culture would call us a ‘coven’ but thanks to Twilight, we hate that word.”
Well... that explained nothing to you. You saw him take a step towards and instinctively took a step back. His features looked pained at your action.
“Please... Noona... don’t be afraid of me.”
Don’t be afraid of him? After what he had done to you? Did he really think he could get away with it?
“YOU KILLED ME!”
You noticed a newspaper, the front page had a picture of you smiling and the title read ‘Girl found dead in alley by female bartender’. A bit of a long-winded title that gave away the entire story of the article and it seemed a bit strange that there happened to be a newspaper with what happened to you on its front cover in the room; but it helped you to know what had happened.
“You left me in an alley to be found by a bartender?! The poor girl is probably traumatised!” Your voice portrayed how scandalised you felt at having been left there like that.
“I left you there for you own good! At least you got found.”
“I DIED! You should’ve taken me to a hospital!”
“It was too late, Noona. I didn’t have time. I had no choice but to turn yo-”
“Don’t try and reason your way out of this-”
“Y/N, please listen to me-”
“If you say that you did this for my own good, I swear I will-”
“I KILLED YOU. I was selfish. I drained you of your blood and this was the only way…” His fists were clenched as his voice strained with emotion at first before quieting down to a barely heard whisper, tears in his eyes threatening to spill over. “I lost control. I wanted you so bad and you felt so good… It brought up a hunger for you I didn’t know I had.”
You diverted your gaze, taking another step back when he reached for you.
“Kookie…”
His eyes widened, the nickname striking a cord, “Kookie?”
You shuffled from foot to foot.
“Jungkook…”
He stepped closer and you stepped back; your back coming into contact with a wooden side table causing a vase of flowers to wobble and fall. He caught it, placing it back on the surface but not retracting his hand from beside you. You were pinned in.
“Noona, please. You have to understand.”
“How could I possibly understand?! You disappeared! Do you know how many nights I stayed up crying when you vanished? Then you suddenly reappeared years later looking almost unrecognisable! You killed me on something less than a whim!”
You pushed his chest, Jungkook stumbled backwards at the force.
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s not good enough.”
“Noona…”
He reached for you again and you stumbled to the side, knees giving out. He was there, catching you before you fell with his arms around your waist as you both sunk to the floor. Your head was tucked against his chest and at first, he thought you had passed out until he heard a sniffle. He brushed a hand over your forehead, pushing back your fringe.
“You cried when I was gone? I thought you wouldn’t have cared.”
“Of course I cared. You were the sweet dongsaeng that kept sneaking snacks and vitamins into my bag when you thought I wasn’t looking while I was studying in the library.”
He was silent for a moment, hand carding through your hair,
“I was planning to ask you out before I was turned. But I went to a party, I was turned under similar circumstances to you… just without the sex.” He let out a soft chuckle at the last part.
You snorted, “Definitely wasn’t expecting to be shoved up against a wall and fucked by a vampire who just so happened to be my middle school crush.”
You felt his hand still, “I-I was your crush?”
Your cheeks grew warmer.
“Uh… surprise?”
He laughed to himself, nuzzling his nose into your hair, “I should’ve asked you out sooner. I’m so stupid.”
There was a pause in the conversation as you took a moment to think about how you would word what you wanted to say next.
“How long was I dead for?”
“A month. I almost lost hope. But at least you had a funeral; which I attended by the way, accidentally made quite the scene too. When I was turned I woke up in a ditch on a country road. I was lucky to have been found wandering lost and confused by Namjoon before I could attack someone.”
You finally looked up at him, your gaze meeting his as you realised that even though he was the one that killed you, he had at least shown some remorse and tried to give you a better start in your unlife than he had had. Even if that did mean leaving your body in an alley.
“The person that turned you… did you ever see them again?”
A grimace appeared on his lips as his eyes hazed over in memory, “I killed her about 2 months after I woke up, with the rest of my new family’s help. We had to wait for the creator bond to wear off before I could confront her but the other members kept tabs on where she was. Turns out she was considered a criminal in the vampire world.” He saw your puzzled look. “There’s a limit on how many we are allowed to turn, to keep our numbers in check. But she went way over the limit, basically turning anyone she bit. So my revenge was not looked down upon, I was getting rid of a pest.”
You felt your stomach drop at the thought of Jungkook being able to murder in cold blood. At least your death was more or less an accident on his part. But his creator’s death was premeditated. That wasn’t the Kookie you knew. Almost as if he could sense the fear that was making itself known to you again he pulled you closer to him in an attempted to comfort you.
“I was angry, Noona, much like you were- are. I had my life snatched away from me. My future was gone. I couldn’t see my family, friends or you again. I think that’s the thing that angered me most actually. That she had stolen my opportunity to ask you on a date. Even if it turns out you would’ve rejected me, I had wanted that opportunity to see if my feelings were returned.”
He had shifted you a bit while he was talking so that he could nuzzled into your neck and take in your scent, almost like he was trying to use it to soothe himself as shadows of his hatred towards his creator returned.
“You mentioned a ‘creator bond’. What is it that exactly?”
He hesitated for a second then leaned back to look at you again.
“It’s a type of… control that allows creators to control their creations for a month after they wake. It’s how I got you to fall back to sleep.”
Your eyes widened in alarm knowing that he could take away your free will at any moment, that he had already done so once. He felt you tense.
“I promise to use it as a last resort. Like if you present yourself as a danger.”
“How can I trust you not to abuse that power?”
“Because I never wanted this for you… I love you, always have. It’s never faded. But after what I’ve done to you I don’t blame you for distrusting me… If it will make you feel more comfortable I could ask one of the members’ mates to look after you for the first month? They live next door.”
You found yourself confused again. So much so it over rid your fear. Mates? These ‘mates’ living next door?
“What are mates?”
He smiled fondly at you, you felt his grip on you tighten slightly.
“‘Mates’ is short for soulmate. You know, people we’re destined to be with. Most mates are turned by the other. Though that wasn’t the case for Jin-hyung. He said that he met his mate a couple centuries ago because she was following him. He confronted her and, apparently, she had told him she couldn’t help herself, he was just too handsome.”
You laughed. You didn’t know who this Jin was but you laughed. Because from Jungkook’s tone of voice, he didn’t believe Jin’s story. You were somewhat surprised at how short lived your anger towards him was, being replaced by curiosity instead as he explained aspects of the life you would now be living.
“If you’re destined to be with them, why do you live separately?”
“Yoongi-hyung told me it was ‘to stop an eternity together from getting boring’. And though we’re one big family, we all like to have our alone time at points. You can’t exactly have that when sharing a room.”
“You said I could live with them if I wanted to. Implying that it would be fine if I decide I want to stay here with you. Why is it fine that I stay?”
He chuckled, finding your inquisitiveness cute.
“Because you’re unmated. And you’re the newbie. It just coincidence that all the females decided to live together. We would be totally okay with co-ed housing.”
“Oh… how does someone get a mate?”
One of his arms let go of you, his free hand coming up to awkwardly scratch that back of his neck, red dusting his cheeks. You realised that he was giving you what could be considered Vampire Sex Ed.
“Well first, you have to be a vampire. Then, uh, then… then you need to um… do the do…” You giggled at his awkwardness, this was the Kookie you knew. “When doing the do… uh I mean… when you’re nearing your finish… you and your partner need to b-b-bite each other and take in some of their blood. It creates a mating bond that leaves a permanent mark on the area you were bitten.”
As Jungkook described how vampires become mates you couldn’t help but think back to how you died. He had bitten you as he came. Something in your head clicked as the two pieces of information came together.
“K-K-Kookie… I think you tried to mate with me-”
“What?!”
You saw emotions flicker across his face. First confusion, then understanding, then embarrassment.
“Oh god.” His forehead came to rest on your shoulder as he came to realise that you were probably correct. The actions of that night matching up to the actions he had just described. “Lord kill me now.”
“Where would the fun be in that? I think you should continue living so you can look at me and forever be reminded that you tried to mate a non-vampire. Live with the shame.”
“Noona~!” He howled in humiliation, his face moving from your shoulder to your neck as if doing so could help him vanish into thin air. You had to stop yourself from shivering at the feel of his breath on your skin.
“Did your hyungs not educate you well enough?”
At that he lifted his head to look at you again, looking almost scandalised that you would try and place some of the blame on his hyungs. Then a playful glare made its way onto his features.
“They did. But I think I just love you so much I temporarily lost all rationality. You looked fucking hot that night Noona. Like damn.”
A thought came to mind.
“Jungkook, you ripped off my panties that night. Please tell me I was found wearing underwear.”
“Does it look like I carry a spare pair of panties in my pocket?”
“You could have given me your own.”
“I was commando, Noona, you know that! You saw!”
“I’m sorry if my memory is a bit foggy I was DEAD for a MONTH!”
At that reminder, his face fell a little, he gaze turning away from you as he scratched the back of his neck again.
“I went back to yours and grabbed a pair before rushing back to you. So, yes, you were found wearing underwear.” A small smile graced his lips at the thought of having done something right.
You couldn’t help but stare at him as he smiled, you brain noticing how much he had changed, physically. When you had last saw him, human him, he was a sweet 14-year-old with puppy fat, wide eyes and an emo style hair do. He had very much reminded you of a cute bunny. It was part of the reason you had had a crush on him. But now the Kookie that held you in his arms was chiselled, with a jawline as sharp as a knife. His eyes were still wide and doe-like but they held a maturity to them that hadn’t been there when he was younger. He had even had a growth spurt because you could remember him being shorter than you; now he towered over you. He was no longer a small fluffy bunny but a grown predator. It made him attractive in a different way. This observation caused a new question to bubble to your lips.
“I thought vampires didn’t age. Why don’t you look the same as you did back then?”
“A lot of my physical changes happened as a direct result of being turned. It kind of put my puberty into overdrive. When I looked at myself for the first time after being turned, I had completely missed out on maturing naturally and the person staring back at me was a full-grown adult. The clothes I had worn when I was turned were very… snug.”
Your eyes widened in shock. If he had changed after being turned, had you? Your hands flew to your face mapping out the surface of it to see if you could feel any changes. All you noticed was that your lingering acne problem had disappeared.
“Don’t worry, you still look like my beautiful Noona.”
You blushed.
“You still haven’t told me if you want to spend your first month here or in the mates’ house.”
“Do you want me to stay?”
“I want what makes you feel most comfortable.”
You took a second to think about it before looking at him and smiling.
“I think what would make me most comfortable would be staying with familiar face.”
The smile he gave you could’ve rivalled the sun in its brightness. You felt his hand twist in the material at the base of your spine and instinctively arched into the touch. Your chest grazed his and were suddenly aware of how close you were. His eyes, slightly narrowed as he too was wrapped up in the tension, glistened in the light streaming through the parted curtains behind you. You held your breath. If you were to lean in… His head dipped, lips meeting yours tenderly, so different to the rushed hungry kisses of the night you died. You almost felt like that Jungkook and the Jungkook that held you in his arms were two different people. One was dangerous and all-consuming the other gentle and loving. He broke the kiss, pulling away to look at you with half-lidded eyes.
“I’ve missed the feel of your lips,” He breathed, eyes falling shut as he rested his forehead against yours, “I don’t expect you to forgive me easily, I know that you must resent me for what I’ve done. Nor do I expect you to love me like I do you. Knowing that you once reciprocated my feelings when I was human is enough for now.”
You felt the need to reach out to him, to comfort him. But one last thing lingered in your thoughts.
“You… On that night, you said you had been wanting me for a while, yet today you say that you never wanted to hurt me. Which one is the truth?”
“Both.”
You frowned, anger bubbling in you again but he continued speaking, not giving you the opportunity to voice it.
“After I killed my creator you were all I could think about. Were you safe? Were you healthy? Had you been accepted into that specialist highschool I had overheard you talking about every now and then in middle school? I had spent nearly every night years patrolling the area you lived in to make sure it was vampire free. There were a few incidents but they were dealt with quickly.”
He shifted the both of you so he was led on the floor with your head resting on his chest as you led beside him. One of his arms rested behind his own head while his free hand stroked your hair, the sensation soothing you causing you to relax into him.
“At the same time, I craved you. I wanted nothing more than to hold you in my arms, to hear you moan my name, to taste the salt of your skin on my tongue. I wanted to watch you wither in pleasure that only I could give. And until that night I had been successful in holding back those desires.”
You felt a faint trickle of desire spread through you at his words but couldn’t stop yourself from trying to embarrass him.
“And you ended up trying to mate me but killed me instead.”
“Obviously I didn’t realise what I was trying to do at the time.”
“Does that mean you would try to mate me again?”
“Would you be adverse to it?”
“Depends, will I die?”
“For fuck sake Noona, I just explained it all to you.” He playfully slapped your arm as a show of mock agitation, you looked up at him confused.
“Yeah, I didn’t feel that.”
“Really? I put at least some effort into that,” You nodded causing him to grin like a cheshire cat, “I made a sturdy one. I don’t have to worry about breaking you now.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Answer my question and I’ll let you know what I meant.”
You looked away from him, a light blush on your cheeks as you thought about what he had asked moments earlier. Would you be against it? He had killed you and you were still pissed about it to an extent. But at the same time you died because he was just following instinct, he didn’t mean to kill you. And if mates were people destined to be together, was it fate that Jungkook didn’t know what the fuck he was doing? That he had unknowingly tried to mate a human.
“I’m not exactly against it. Doesn’t mean I forgive you… just… the sex was good.”
“Would you like another taste?” He said, quirking an eyebrow.
You sat up, “Another taste of what?”
“Me.”
“I don’t think I have tasted you, Kook.”
“Well, I’m not wearing underwe-”
“Are you asking me to-”
“Yes.”
“You really are a master of seduction.”
Jungkook waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Don’t worry I shall teach you my ways”
“You ain’t teaching me shit”
“But Noona~!”
You straddled his lap causing him to look shook. You wiggled a bit to get comfortable accidentally creating friction over his crotch. Jungkook went from being shook to closing his eyes and moaning at your actions, hands coming up to your hips to stop you from moving so much.
“Noona, I need your answer, will you accept me as your mate? Because if you don’t want to or not ready then you need to get off me right now.”
You smirked, a plan forming in your mind, “And what would happen if I don’t move?”
“If you don’t then I’ll have you under me begging for me to mark you as mine. I’ll fuck you until your voice turns hoarse from screaming my name and my name alone. I won’t stop until you know how much I want you for myself. How much I need to have you. I’ve already gone so many years without you, I’m not willing to go a day more if I can.”
Your breathing stopped at the slight growl to his voice combined with his words. That little trickle of desire had suddenly become raging, you never knew such possessiveness could make you wet. He hadn’t even touched you. You placed your hands on his chest as your hips involuntarily ground against his growing hardness, a whimper escaping from you. You hadn’t realised your eyes had closed until a feral sound from Jungkook caused them to snap open. He grabbed the front of your dress, using it as leverage to pull you down into a heated kiss. You let out a little yelp as he flipped your positions then lightly bit your bottom lip. He trailed kisses from your lips to your neck, which he nipped and sucked at, creating small purplish marks that bloomed.
A small part of you realised that this was the Jungkook from that night. Yet you weren’t afraid. You were as welcoming of him now as you were back then. Your fingers clutched at his hair, breathing uneven. You felt his hands slip behind your back, locating the zipper of your dress and pulling it down. He sat back up and you noticed his eyes. They had gone from dark chocolate to coal black in his lust. Were your eyes the same?
“Dress. Off.” Came his gravelly voice and you were quick to comply, pulling the material up and over your head in seconds, tossing away.
He smirked at the sight of you, clearly enjoying seeing you in your underwear. A part of you wondered who had dressed you for your funeral because, honestly, when did a dead person need undies?
“Deep red suits you Noona but sadly that’s gonna need to come off too.”
You pouted, “It won’t be fair if I’m the only one naked.”
“Noona if I got undressed now this would end all too quickly. I want to savour this.” He took his top off anyway. “There. Does that make you happier?”
You hesitated, raising a hand to rest on his shoulder. It was the first time you had seen him shirtless and you marvelled at his muscular physique. Your hand moved to his bicep, giving it a light squeeze and feeling the hard flesh. Your other hand went to his pecs and travelled downwards to his abdominal muscles, feeling his breathing stutter as your fingers traced over a sensitive area just above the waistband of his leather pants.
“Enjoying yourself?”
You hummed and nodded, “I didn’t get to see you last time.”
“I didn’t really see you either. You were still wearing a dress back then.”
He grasped your waist and pulled you closer to him. His hands once again snaking up your back to undo your bra. When it came loose he tugged the material down your arms, carelessly tossing it behind him. His hand went to your shoulder, apply enough pressure for you to understand that he wanted you to lie back down. As you led back down a part of you wondered if vampires could get carpet burn.
You watched as he crawled up your body, his muscles tightened and relaxed as he moved, reminding you of a cheetah stalking its prey. He stopped once he was hovering over your form, his lips ghosting against yours as he rested his weight on his elbows either side of your head. You propped yourself up in order to capture his lips with your own, fed up with the distance that kept appearing between the two of you. One of your hands came up to grip the back of his hair so that the kiss wouldn’t break as you led back down, taking him with you. The kiss quickly growing in intensity; the naked flesh of your torsos coming into contact sending sparks of electricity through the both of you. Your other hand joined its partner in Jungkook’s hair, moaning into the kiss. Jungkook hips bucked against you at the sound, drawing another from you.
He was the one to break the kiss, eagerly kissing his way down to the tops of your heaving chest. You felt him gently run his teeth, no, his fangs over the tender flesh a moment before biting into it. There was a sharp pain at first that had your breath catching in your throat then coming out as a husky moan of pleasure. He moved away slightly, licking his lips, a cheeky grin appearing on his face.
“You’ll find that most vampires are sadomasochists. We naturally enjoy giving and receiving pain. Though if I remember correctly, you enjoyed being bitten as a human… until you realised you were dying.”
He went back to the bitemark, softly lapping at it to soothe the red area and a small moan slipped through your lips again. He chuckled, trailing his lips to your nipple and giving it a few quick teasing licks before taking the small bud into his mouth and sucking. This definitely felt way better than the quick fuck in the alleyway you had with him and he wasn’t even inside you yet. You knew he said he wanted to savour it but it was beginning to be too much, you wanted his teasing to stop. He pulled away from your nipple with a barely audible pop.
“I said I would make you beg for me Noona. I intended to do just that.”
He moved to your other breast to give it a similar treatment to the first making you keen and arch into his attentions, your hands’ grip tightening in his locks. But then he was moving again. His lips mapping your dips and curves while he travelled further down your body, every now and then biting you just hard enough to break the skin so he could lap up any of the delicious crimson that surfaced. Every piercing nip caused a burning pleasure to originate from the bleeding area.
“Does... my blood... really taste that good?” You managed to pant out. He wasn’t going to make you beg easily.
He hummed as he kissed the area he had just bitten, pulling back slightly to watch the bite mark heal and vanish, “Better than anything I’ve had before.”
A shiver ran down your spine as those red eyes from that night stared up at you. But it wasn’t fear.
“Do your eye always turn red when you taste blood?”
He smirked, “Yeah. Yours will do the same when you drink blood. In fact… I think you should know how it feels…”
He raised himself off you and shuffled forward, bringing a wrist to your lips.
“I’ll ask you what I did before. Would you like a taste?”
You hesitated. This was all new to you and quite honestly you felt as if you were thrown into the deep end. But you couldn’t deny, you felt a strong pull to bite down on the limb at your lips. So why fight against something so willingly offered? For the sake of maintaining humanity? You weren’t human anymore and it's not like humans are free from committing ‘monstrous’ acts. Something in your gut told you to follow Jungkook’s orders.
Casting aside what reluctance you had, you allowed yourself to follow your new baser instincts. Lips parting to dig your fangs into the offered flesh. You marvelled at how easily it gave way. How the splash of life’s nectar that hit your tongue made you need more of it. Each gulp had you chasing a building high. Moans slipped out between every mouthful swallowed. In the back of your mind you registered Jungkook hitching your legs around his waist and his owns sounds of pleasure as he rutted against you. The whole act was carnal and vulgar and new. Your hips thrust upwards to meet him, making your high build quicker until, with a muffled scream, you came.
Jungkook ripped his arm from your mouth, not caring about the chunk of flesh it left behind, it would heal. He watched as you prepared to spit it out but he covered your lips with his hand.
“Swallow it, don’t want it going to waste now do we?”
Wasn’t that cannibalism? Surely Jungkook must’ve been joking. But his gaze was hard, no sign of amusement held in them. He was serious. With a shaky exhale through your nose, you chewed the meat, thrill seeping into your bones as the blood hidden inside was released, allowing you to swallow without a second though.
“Such a good Noona. Following my orders so nicely.” Jungkook cooed, caressing your cheek, “And as much as I would love to hear you beg, I’ve lost at my own game. I can’t wait any longer.”
He leant back, unravelling your legs from around him to slide your panties down your legs.
“It would be such a waste to ruin these. So I’ll just have to ruin you instead.”
“Yes Master.”
There was a beat of silence and then it dawned on you, what you had just said. Your face darkened in embarrassment, hands flying up to hide it. To hide you from your shame. Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head before focusing on your womanhood.
“My Noona has such a pretty cunt, I still remember how you tasted that night.”
You squealed when you felt his tongue lap at you slick.
“Your cum is so sweet, I would choose this over blood any day.”
You peeked from between your fingers, “D-d-don’t say things like that K-Kookie-” You cut yourself of with a cry when he sucked on you clit, two fingers working their way inside you.
“What happened to ‘Master’? I quite liked that word coming from those lovely lips of yours.”
You whined, turning your face away from the erotic view in front of you. Too embarrassed to look at him. “It-It was an a-HA-ccident.”
Jungkook paused, “Oh really? So you won’t say it again.”
You shook your head.
“Okay then, I guess I’ll stop.”
You snapped back to look at him, “Please don’t.”
He smirked up at you, “Then say it again. Call me ‘Master’.”
“P-please d-don’t stop M…. Master.”
Without wasting another second Jungkook had his tongue back on you, playing with your clit, his fingers curling you rub against your sweet spot. Hands tangled into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer as your hips bucked up, grinding against the wet muscle that dragged out whines and pleas for more. But all too soon he was drawing away from you despite the tugs on his hair.
“As much as I’d love for you to cum on my tongue, I’d much rather you came on my cock.”
He made quick work of the fastenings of his pants and even quicker in removing them. You wiggled in anticipation of what was to come, unable to keep still in your excitement. Aligned with your centre, he pushed into you with one smooth thrust, the two of you groaning in unison.
“Fuck, so tight. So hot. Just for me.”
His head fell to nestle into you neck, his body weight supported by his forearms, the sounds of his pleasure floating directly into your ear, sending shivers of desire down your spine. You legs came to wrap around his waist yet again, anchoring him to you as you encouraged him to go deeper with breathy pleas. Your hands tried to find purchase in his back, leaving red rivulets in their wake as they dug into muscle. Nips at the delicate skin of your neck sent jolts down to your core leading you to the euphoria to come.
“Keep clenching around me like that and I’ll come too soon Noona.”
You whimpered, your high not building quick enough for you, something was missing. You wanted to cum so badly. Jungkook lifted one your legs to his shoulder, the change in angle causing his pelvis to rub against your neglected clit. You withered beneath him, his name broken on your lips, a sight he had always wanted to see and Jungkook would be damned if he didn’t commit it to memory. Catching a nipple in his mouth, he lightly bit at the nub, little droplets welling to the surface as you gave an erotic keen making his cock twitch inside you.
“I wanna cum, please make me cum.” You sobbed, fingers digging into his back, warm wet blood slicking their tips as you accidentally broke the skin.
Jungkook growled, sweat slicked hair strands sticking to his forehead as intense crimson eyes stared into your dazed ones, “Please what?”
“Please make me cum Master, I can’t take anymore.”
“Good Noona.”
A slap to your sensitive clit was all it took to send you hurtling over the edge into rapture, your back arching as your fangs embedded into Jungkook’s throat which he willingly bore to you. So caught up in you pleasure, you didn’t hear Jungkook’s cry of release, the sound of the door opening or the feeling of your own neck being bitten.
When your senses came back to you, the first thing you noticed was that Jungkook was growling, his arms wrapped possessively around you. And as you went to pull away, he refused to do the same, effectively blocking you from being able to turn your head. It seemed rather odd to you. Well odd until-
“Dammit brat this is why we have the basement!”
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healing through letting go // thomas brodie sangster
aaaaa the 2nd requested oneshot is here!! i just finished reading tmr series a few weeks ago so my emotions n pain are incredibly raw. thank you for the anon who requested this! this one is based on prompt #1 and #6 of this list (they will be in bold). don’t forget to give me some love, reblog & like to break other’s hearts too!
Warnings: tears and hEARTbreak
Word count: 2.3k
When you arrived at his apartment, Thomas was leaning by the handrail, taking a drag. You looked at him, recognizing his matted blonde hair, arched spine and tensed arms. He should’ve been asleep by this time in the morning, yet it wasn’t much of a surprise also. You knew that he always has something on his mind, and you added to that.
However, you also had several things running around your head, knocking on your heart. As usual, tonight was another sleepless night. You laid on your bed, same thoughts as last night’s passing by your head. It’s been a couple months like this. Rest was rare, work was more than a handful and like sleep, Thomas was also barely around. You both agreed on making this last, and you both believed you could make it work. But looking at where you two are now, things haven’t gone the way you both planned it to be.
Pulling your coat around yourself tighter, you took quick steps towards him. 7 Eleven was open and you thanked God for that, allowing you to get some snacks for him and you too. Your steps must have been soundless, considering Thomas still had his eyes close, unmoving. It was about 3 am, and the breeze was colder than you expected. A cold wind blew and it disheveled Thomas’ hair even more. You caught a glimpse of his ears, seemingly cold because of its reddish tinge. He finally retreated and turned his body to the side and took another drag.
Your eyes met with his then. Your heart wrenched at the sight of them. Deeply brown and moist as if he was tearing up. His eyes always seemed like that. There were times he’d be incredibly happy and yet there was this lingering look of sadness and exhaustion in his eyes. You smiled at him as you tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. Thomas’ eyes had widened a bit but he gave you his signature grin like he was thinking ‘couldn’t sleep too?’.
“I bought some chips and sodas cause I totally knew you’d be awake by this hour.” You said, leaning on the handrail too. Thomas ran his hands through his hair then twisted his body so he would be facing you too. “Yeah, totally.” His voice was rough and raspy, proving that he probably woke up in the middle of the night from slumber.’
His hand holding the cigarette was propped on the handrail, right beside you. The smoke was lifting and so was its reeking scent. Thomas knew you didn’t like the smell of smoke. You were okay with him smoking, but he was careful never to do it in front of you. Which is why you’re shocked he hasn’t thrown the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it yet.
It was a dark and cold night. The only light brightening the place was the dim street posts. Somehow, you knew that you were one of the reasons for his waking. Thomas looked at you like he was trying to memorize you and how you looked in his head. He reached for your hand and held it tight. He rubbed it, caressing it with care. You tried to hold his gaze too, but the reek was choking you. You hadn’t inhaled smoke in a long time and you utterly despised having to smell it again from Thomas. Thomas was still looking at you in silence, an unreadable look resting on his face.
You only squeezed back to let go of his hand. Choking and coughing slightly, you couldn’t take it anymore. “Thomas, it reeks, please.”
He immediately withdrew, like he just remembered right now. “O, dear god, I’m sorry. I-I just, I’m sorry, love.” He trampled on the cigarette in panic and guilt. When he finished, he hastily wiped his palms on his sweatpants.
You held your arms open. “C'mere.”
You could see that he really regretted having done that. Thomas really understood how you intensely detested the smell and he incredibly loves you so much and made sure never to cross his boundaries. He came close and you pulled him in tight. Burying his head on the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry. I extremely hate myself now that I have broken rule number 3, never smoke in front of the beautiful lady,” He mumbled. “I got caught in a daze and forgot.”
Your heart crumpled. Had you two been this distant towards each other? Thomas just arrived in your hometown a few weeks ago. He was flying one sky to another continuously while you chose to settle here, and love him from afar. Well, you two thought you could.
You released him and touched the side of his face. “It’s alright,” you replied. You wanted to badly dismiss the incident knowing that he’ll forever look back at it and blame himself. “You up for a ‘stroll and gobble’?” You asked, holding up the plastic bag full of food and drinks.
His eyes crinkled as he chuckled. “Of course. Because 3:30 in the morning is a wonderful time to be alive.” He entered his apartment and swiftly grabbed his coat from the hook rack and shut the door behind him. Thomas took your hand in his and led you down the stairs. His hand was warm despite the weather, it warmed yours lovingly.
Your steps were synchronized as you two trudged towards the nearby park. The trees were brushing against each other loudly as the breeze blew strongly. Thomas wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer.
“Why are you up this late? You need the sleep and rest, you know.” You said, looking up to his eyes. Thomas’ nose was turning a bit red you couldn’t help but notice it. You hadn’t seen his face in so long. He was constantly sleeping through the afternoon since he arrived. Jet lag truly took its toll on him. You would be over at his place and just watch him sleep and clean the place a bit for him. Often, you would join him and just cuddle. You tried to spend more time with him every day to make up for the moths you didn’t. His career had both its pros and cons, both in terms of income and health. And in terms of relationships.
He led you towards a bench. Both of you sat down and you brought out the content of the plastic bag, offering him a sandwich. “I should be the one asking you that. Why are you still awake? Don’t you have work tomorrow?” He asked before taking a bite from the sandwich.
You took a sip of the tea. “Well, seems like I’ll be working tomorrow without a wink of sleep.” You took a can of iced coffee from the bag and offered it to him. “Your favorite.”
Thomas only looked at the can at first. He then heaved a sigh and took the can from my hand and set it down on the ground, beside his feet. You sent him a confused look.
He wiped the mayonnaise off his lips with a tissue and licked his lips. “The doc prohibits me from drinking coffee now,” he muttered. “I experienced a few attacks of irregular heartbeats and increased heartbeats back in Korea. It’s been a few months now and my insomnia’s going away a bit since I refrained from drinking coffee.”
You couldn’t help but feel upset. You already worried enough about him being away and the jet lag that came with it. But now this? You pursed your lips. “Why didn’t you tell me? One ring and you have my ears. You know that.” Concern filled the tone of your voice.
Thomas nodded. “Yeah, of course, I know that. I just didn’t want to burden you more. All I did since I left for Death Cure was think about coming back and spending time with you and the family. I decided to focus on what coming back would bring rather than my current situation back in Korea. I’m sorry, love.” He looked up to you from the strands of his bangs.
The thoughts that have been running through your head for the past few months came back. Right at that moment, you decided to pull the string that would unravel the truth. “And what have we been able to do since you came back, Thomas?”
You heard Thomas’ breath hitch. Apparently, you were both awake thinking about each other yet you both slept on the truth that was right beneath your noses. “What happened to those plans, Thomas?” I prodded.
He leaned back and took a deep breath. “Not now, please. I don’t feel like talking about it.” You glanced at him and saw his eyes were closed. His chest was rising and falling quickly.
You gripped on your tea tighter. “We can’t avoid the subject forever, Thomas.” You stated and heaved a heavy breath. A few seconds pass before you continued. “We both believed we could make it work, Tom. And we really tried. You called, I answered. I called, you answered. But as more months passed, the situation changed. You rarely called yet I always answered when you did. I called, voicemail answered.”
Thomas stayed silent. You took this as an incentive to continue. “I know how much you love your job, your career and the people you work with. I see the way your eyes light up in the pictures you send me where you’re with your co-actors on premieres.”
“I have the same light in my eyes whenever I’m with you.” He finally decided to reply.
You understood because it was true. Thomas was genuinely happy with you. But the few months you spent together before he had to leave was not enough to fuel the longer months you two would spend apart. “I saw that, Tommy. I loved how I made you happy. And you really made me happy, more than any other I’ve been with. But as you roam the world, I’m left here to watch you fulfill your dreams as I slowly work for mine. We’re missing so much on each other’s lives, Tommy.”
Thomas was sniffling silently. You knew you hit the spot. He was the most vulnerable now. “You can’t possibly be implying that, right? It’s too early. Make yourself clearer.” He was looking at you know and he held both of your hands in his. His eyes were tearing up now and a tear slid down his cheek.
Yours came like waterfalls. “You saying it’s too early means you expected this, Thomas. You knew this happening was a 'when’, not an 'if’.” You were sobbing now, doing your best to hold it in as long as you can. “What I mean is, I’m going to stop watering a dead flower, expecting it to grow again.” You croaked, voice breaking and shoulders shaking. Thomas’ grip on your hands tightened after hearing those words.
“Dear, no. Help me, o Lord I can’t do this–” His heart was breaking and yours was too. But both of your hearts were already cracking since the day you both separated. This was just the final straw.
“It’s over, this is over.” You finally said
Thomas suddenly pulled you in a tight embrace, hearing his unsteady and shaky breaths ride beside your ear. His fingers curled around your hair and you couldn’t help but bury your head in his chest. ”This can’t possibly be happening,“ Tommy whispered through his sobs.
You clutched onto him, inhaling his scent. Cigarettes and perfume, but your Thomas all the same. "You’re home is a suitcase, Tom. And I’m afraid I was once home for you but not anymore.” Thomas’ cries louder and he hugs you even tighter. You held onto your lover and relished it for the last time. Time passed quickly and you expected the sun to rise soon.
Thomas released you and cupped your face. He looked deep into your eyes for a few seconds. His gaze broke and pulled you in again. “O dear god, I can’t afford to lose my girl, my love.” He once again buried his face in your neck. Tears were drenching your shirt and you were drenching his too.
You lifted your face up and brought it to his neck. You planted a soft kiss on his neck and just rested your head there. You were both breaking before already and now broken. The distance was holding you both back. Time was punishing and cruel but you both couldn’t do anything about it. A few seconds passed and you finally retreated from Tommy’s hold. You leaned back on the bench and Tom followed too. You took his hand on yours and squeezed it. You closed your eyes and searched for peace at the moment right there. Thomas then rested his head on your shoulder. Your breaths were now steadying and were staring at the horizon.
“I understand that we both have a lot for development. We can focus on ourselves for a while. But I promise you, love, that when I find my rest and have bettered myself as your man, and if God wills it, I will find your eyes again and see home.” Thomas said.
You both missed a lot on each other’s lives. The lack of communication tore both of you apart. Constant worrying over each other tore both of you apart. You both became mentally and physically unhealthy. Thomas loves his career but ending things between us didn’t mean that he didn’t love me too. We’re allowing time pass by as we grow in our own ways.
You rubbed circles around his palms and breathed in deeply. “Thank you, Thomas. For understanding and everything. Thank you for letting me go.”
And so you two watched the sunrise. You smiled sadly at the fact the first time you see the sunrise together on the same side of the world is the last time you probably will too.
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Meet Me in the Courtyard: Part 12 (THE END!)
Summary: Gold and Belle both want to take their relationship to the next level, but are afraid to say so. And then there’s a happy ending for all.
The Fic: Belle hosts a monthly movie night in Storybrooke, always leaving the seat next to her empty. Gold loathes movies, yet movie night at the library is the one community event even he can’t seem to resist.
A/N: Guys, I finished a thing! This fic began as a one-shot for @a-monthly-rumbelling and grew into this 12-chapter story. MMitC must end as it began, so written for the July AMR “I’m so sorry I’m late.” Many thanks to @galactic-pirates for helping me work through the end, and thanks to all of you for the comments, kudos, reblogs, and prompts. You kept me writing and I’m grateful.
Rating: E overall; chapter T
{On AO3}
Previous parts: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11
Belle’s yawn turned into a groan when Rumple tugged on his leash and whined for her to pick up the pace.
She and Gold were taking the puppy on his daily early morning walk around Gold’s neighborhood, a routine they had started after coming home from New York. Little Rumple’s strides were short but enthusiastic, and as Belle walk-skipped down the quiet street to keep up with his stubby little legs, she wondered who was walking whom.
While the sun climbed above the trees, Gold strolled beside her in an unhurried, loose-hipped gait and Belle admired his easy grace. Even balancing a cane to support his bad knee, he had no trouble keeping up with Rumple.
He must have noticed her struggle because he eased the leash out of her hand and slowed Rumple to a sedate trot with a quiet whistle. Belle smiled at how deftly her love handled the puppy. This dog had no doubts about who kept his bowl full of kibble.
“So karaoke night was fun,” Belle said. A breeze rustled the trees and she huddled deeper into her borrowed sweatshirt then tucked her arm into Gold’s with a shiver.
“It was,” Gold agreed, pressing a hand against her back to guide her across the street on their usual route toward the dog park. “Because we weren’t the ones with beer-soaked microphones in our faces.”
“Oh hush,” she teased, giving him a light smack on the arm with her free hand. “You have a wonderful voice. Ruby and Archie sound like they could audition for one of those vocal talent shows, and even Emma and Neal held their own. Me? When I sing, I sound like I’m shrieking from the inside of a tin can.”
“Sweetheart, don’t sell yourself short,” he said with a heated glance. “You know how partial I am to the sound of your shrieking.”
The warmth in his eyes made her blush. She had screamed for him not an hour ago when she’d awoken with his mouth on her breasts and his hands caressing the insides of her thighs.
She was in the best relationship of her life and happier than anyone had a right to be, but something was bothering her. A longing had crawled beneath her skin, one she couldn’t seem to shake off. Since last night’s conversation at the Rabbit Hole with Emma and Neal, all she could think about was having Gold’s baby.
After seeing the crestfallen look on his face when he found out he wasn’t going to be a grandfather after all, the flash of an idea had bloomed into a full-blown fantasy. Suddenly, she couldn’t contain the wild image of the two of them pushing a stroller carrying their own baby while Rumple trotted proudly at their side. In her mind’s eye, she saw a baby boy, one with his father’s beautiful dark eyes and thick brown hair. Although she knew she would love a daughter just as much.
Belle had always imagined children somewhere in her future, as long as the right partner came into her life. Will certainly hadn’t been the one, and neither had any of the other guys she dated through the years. Gold was different.
Besides the fact that she was crazy in love with him, there had been this softness, a reverence in his voice when he spoke last night about the possibility of a child. It was the same soft-spoken tenderness she’d heard when he asked her about birth control in the taxi.
In the time they’d spent together, she’d seen that Gold was an excellent father. Despite Neal’s decisions to drop out of college, sleep till noon every day, and play video games, Gold exhibited a quiet patience with his son, never pushing him to make decisions before he was ready. Neal’s choice to stay in his father’s home spoke volumes, and last night proved they could make the best of their differences. And even though Gold had sworn Neal’s wanderlust meant he would never settle in Storybrooke, Gold had remarked more than once about how much his son loved Emma.
She suspected no one but she and Neal knew how soft Gold’s heart truly was.
Belle worried her lower lip, trying not to look too far around the bend at what the future might hold. She’d wanted a relationship with Gold for months, but maybe his feelings weren’t moving along at the same brisk pace. Three weeks of commitment wasn’t long, and there was no harm in enjoying the day-to-day. Besides, Gold had made her no promises and she wasn’t going to start making demands.
But might Gold want a child with her someday? It was definitely an idea worth exploring in time.
“Rumple seems content.” Belle smiled at the jaunty wag of the puppy’s tail and set aside her wistful thoughts. “You’ve obviously been taking good care of him since you made the adoption official.”
Gold slackened the leash while the puppy rounded a tree, sniffed the base of the trunk with an enthusiastic bark, and lifted his leg.
“You’ve done more than your share to care for him and he’s at least as fond of you as he is me.” He shook his head at the little brown pup. “Rascal keeps trying to take my spot in bed. I went to the bathroom during the night and when I got back he was on my pillow. Have you been hiding pepperoni snacks in your pajamas to lure him in?”
Rumple turned around and whimpered at the mention of his favorite treat. “No,” Gold admonished the pup. “You get your treat later.”
Belle laughed at the mutinous expression on Rumple’s tiny face then turned to Gold with a pretend pout. “I don’t wear pajamas when I sleep in your bed. I barely sleep at all when I’m in your bed. You’ve been keeping me awake and it’s caused me a few embarrassing moments at work.”
“Tell me more.” Gold grinned, his gold tooth flashing in the morning sunlight.
“You’re incorrigible.” Belle shook her head. “Yesterday morning, I spilled my coffee all over a new boxed set of the Anne of Green Gables series. And after lunch I insisted to Mayor Mills that the heroine of Pride and Prejudice is Emma Woodhouse. She was not impressed.”
“Still an Austen character,” he pointed out graciously.
“I’m a librarian,” she complained. “I can’t afford those types of careless errors.”
She smoothed her free hand over yesterday’s skirt and sighed. Her clipped words were making it sound like she wasn’t happy with their arrangement, which wasn’t true at all. She was confused. Confused and caffeine-starved.
“Fair point.” Gold looked over her wrinkled clothing and frowned. It made no difference to him if Belle wore the same clothes home that she’d arrived in and he loved seeing her in his sweatshirt, but her lack of permanence in his home made him feel restless and agitated. Last week, she’d brought a toothbrush to keep in his bathroom, but when she wasn’t there, it was the only sign she had been in the house. The rest of her clothing and belongings were still at her apartment.
He didn’t want her going back to her apartment to shower and dress. He didn’t want her to leave at all, but he was still working out how to ask for more. He looked down at the sidewalk, counting the cracks in the pavement as they walked. What if she wasn’t ready to take their relationship to the next level?
“Why don’t you?” he asked.
“Why don’t I what?”
“Bring pajamas?”
She raised her shapely eyebrows then looked down at their linked arms. “I guess I didn’t want to break the spell. As long as we were taking this day-by-day and I wasn’t presuming…” she trailed off.
“Nothing presumptuous about pajamas.” He barked a nervous laugh and focused his attention on the swish of Rumple’s little tail as they walked, suddenly afraid to meet her eyes.
“I suppose you’re right,” she said after a moment.
“Then maybe you should keep some things at my house?” he continued. “Clothes, shoes, books? I can empty some drawers for you. Then you can relax. Maybe even get some sleep some nights. We could have breakfast together and you could leave for work from my house instead of making an extra stop.”
He tightened his fingers around the head of his cane and chanced a sideways glance at her.
“Sounds sensible,” she said.
Her brow was furrowed, the confusion on her face mimicking his own feelings. It wasn’t enough. The woman walking next to him was his whole world. He didn’t want to simply make space for her in his dresser; he wanted it to be their dresser, their closet, their bed.
He had to be brave, he reasoned. Even if they weren’t yet in the same place, he wouldn’t spoil things by being a step or two ahead. Hope didn’t come naturally to him but Belle’s sweet, forgiving spirit made it easy to look to the future.
“Come here,” he said, drawing her close. She snuggled against his side with a little sigh, their thighs brushing together while they walked. He took a deep breath and tried again. “What would you think about making a change to your address? Letting go of your place and bringing all your things to mine?”
He felt her mouth open against his shoulder and she pulled away.
A delighted smile spread across her face and she stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and clasped her hands together. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”
He grinned at her like a fool, the tension in his body melting at her obvious pleasure. “Not very articulately, but yes. Bad idea?”
“Branan Gold, this is the absolute best idea you’ve had since you decided to walk around your hotel room in a towel!”
“Is that a yes?” he asked, grinning like an even bigger fool.
“Yes!” She hopped up and down in the middle of Maple Street and grabbed his hands. “Yes, I would love to move in with you. When?”
The excitement in her tone sent a thrill up his spine. He’d been so nervous about getting ahead of himself, but his burst of bravery had paid off. Belle was ready to take this next step too, and there was no reason to pretend or to wait.
He took another deep breath, claiming his courage once more. “How about we go get some of your belongings today? I love you, Belle. I want to be with you always.”
A tear trickled down her cheek and she threw her arms around his neck with a small sob, then pulled back to stroke her fingers through his hair. “I want it, too. I’ve known since New York. Well, way before New York. But I didn’t want to presume.”
“There’s that word again.” He laughed and kissed her nose. “Oh, my love. If you hadn’t ‘presumed’ by running after me during the movie night at the beginning of the summer, none of this would ever have happened. I’d still be standing in the middle of the street behind the rows of chairs, watching the most beautiful librarian in the world from behind a tree.”
“And I’d still be leaving the seat next to me empty, waiting for my dashing leading man to join me for a movie,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“That wouldn’t make for a very happy ending,” he murmured against her mouth.
“I’m far more partial to happy beginnings,” she said, parting her lips for his kiss.
Nine Months Later
Nursing a lukewarm cup of strawberry lemonade, Belle scanned the crowded library courtyard and the parking lot beyond on tiptoe.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Gold murmured, coming up behind her to wrap his arms around her thickening waistline. “Archie drives like a demon. They’ll be here on time.”
“You’re right,” Belle said, leaning back against his chest with a deep breath. At seven months pregnant, she could blame at least part of her jitters on hormones. “ You’d think a mild-mannered, soft-spoken shrink would be a sedate driver, but he has a lead foot for sure.”
Gold splayed his hands over her baby bump and their little one delivered a swift, hard kick to her ribcage. “Our boy is strong,” he said, pride lacing his words.
“And hungry,” Belle replied, watching carts filled with cotton candy, popcorn, and roasted pecans roll by. “Can I get some popcorn now?”
“Of course, love. I’ll be right back.”
She beamed at him as he picked his way through the crowd to the popcorn cart. He’d been amazing throughout her pregnancy, from the day she’d wrung her hands waiting for multiple test results to last night when she’d sent him to the store at midnight because they’d run out of Cocoa Pebbles cereal.
May had arrived in Storybrooke, heralded by warm breezes off the sea and the bright, citrusy scent of magnolia blossoms. And tonight, the familiar spring scents blended with the buttery aroma of fresh popcorn, tickling her nostrils. In a few short minutes, Belle would introduce the last summer of movies in the library courtyard, and she was equal parts excitement and nostalgia: Gold had donated a huge tract of land to the library and next week, Storybrooke would break ground on its very own drive-in movie theatre. By next spring, they would be watching double features from their cars and lawn chairs.
Ending the event’s run was bittersweet for many reasons—not the least of which was that she’d created the movie nights partly as a way to draw out Gold. But as she watched the extra rows of chairs fill up, she had to admit the town had outgrown projecting films onto the side of the library wall. No one was happier than she was about the success of her little courtyard movie project, though, and Storybrooke getting an outdoor big screen was something to cheer about.
“I’m so sorry I’m late!”
Ruby sprinted across the courtyard in her lucky stiletto-heeled red leather boots, and Belle set her cup of lemonade on a bench. “You’re not late, sweetie!” She opened her arms with a squeal. “How did it go?”
“I did it, Belles!” Ruby embraced her as she panted, out of breath from her run. “I passed my last final! Top of the class!”
“I knew all your studying and hard work would pay off.” Last September, Ruby had enrolled in a cosmetology school in Augusta. The town was a forty-five-minute drive from Storybrooke and her last exam of the term had been this morning.
“Congratulations.” Gold handed Belle a bucket of popcorn and a fresh drink, then turned to Ruby with a smirk. “Was running the 100-yard dash across a field in ridiculous footwear part of the examination?”
“Suck it, Gold.” Laughing, Ruby stuck out her tongue. “I’m brilliant. And cool.”
“As if you’d let me forget,” he teased.
Archie arrived, his eyes bright with happiness, and wrapped his arms around Ruby. “She talked a mile a minute the entire way here. Couldn’t even wait for me to park the car. She opened the door and jumped out while we were still moving!”
Ruby elbowed Archie in the ribs. “I was excited!”
“Ya think?”
“It’s all thanks to you guys that I applied to beauty school in the first place,” Ruby said. “I’m not ashamed to work at the diner or anything, but I always felt I was meant for something different, you know?”
“You’re incredibly talented, Rubes.” Belle beamed, beyond happy Ruby had found her calling and was learning to do work she loved.
Gold and Archie stepped a few feet away, launching into their own conversation.
“Belles, you look amazing tonight.” Ruby gave her airy, tie-front yellow jumpsuit an approving nod. “I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy, the news of the drive-in, or the conditioner I started using on your hair, but you’re glowing, girl!”
“Finally it’s my turn!” Belle said with a laugh. “I had to get pregnant to steal a compliment from Gold.”
“Well, he is my favorite,” Ruby said with a wink. “Think he’ll let me highlight his hair for the summer?”
Belle squinted at Gold, trying to imagine his brown, shoulder-length mane shot through with blonde streaks. “You never know.”
“Do you have it?” Gold asked Archie, watching Belle and Ruby link arms and walk toward the concession stand in search of hot dogs.
“In my pocket.” Archie patted the side of his trousers. “You?”
“Aye.”
Holding Belle’s abandoned popcorn, Gold led the way to the picnic tables and Archie followed, grabbing a handful of napkins for dinner. “Think they suspect?”
“It’s hard to say, but I don’t think so,” he said, choosing a table. He sat down and took a handful of popcorn, then tilted the box toward Archie. “Belle’s rather distracted by the pregnancy.”
“And Ruby’s exams have taken over.” Archie sat down beside him and did a double take. “Are you eating popcorn?”
Gold chewed another fluffy kernel. Thanks to Belle and hours of talking with Archie, the events surrounding his separation from Milah all those years ago were a distant memory. He no longer hated movies or popcorn. “This stuff isn’t half bad when it’s fresh. Besides, my psychiatrist said replacing bad memories with positive ones would help with my personal growth.”
So much had changed in the past year. His relationship with Neal grew stronger by the day and Emma spent so much time at the house that he and Belle thought of her as a daughter. Bored with sitting at home playing video games, Neal had decided to put his charm and charisma to good use and was working on getting his real estate license. He and Emma were making plans to move in together, and Gold hoped they would marry soon. Emma’s strength and independence were good for his boy.
And he was going to be a father again. The week after Belle moved in, Ashley Boyd knocked on the door to plead with Belle to babysit her six-month-old daughter, Alexandra. Between misinterpreting Emma and Neal’s news on karaoke night and watching the love of his life coo and rock a gorgeous, gurgling little pink bundle, he was a goner. After Ashley collected the baby, he asked Belle to forget everything he’d said in New York about not being ready for children. To his delight, she agreed without hesitation. Two months and six positive pregnancy tests later, they were expecting their son in October.
Tonight he was taking another giant step in making them a family by asking Belle to be his wife.
As it happened, Archie had decided to ask Ruby to marry him as well. Gold had a partner for ring-shopping and a built-in best man for his wedding, and they’d both decided to pop the question tonight. He couldn’t think of anyone he’d like to share this experience with more than his best friend.
“Way to turn a corner, Gold. I’m proud of you.” Archie pushed his glasses up and grinned and Gold knew he was talking about far more than his new affinity for popcorn.
“Fishing tomorrow?” Archie asked.
“Sounds grand,” Gold said. “Perhaps we can take the ladies out for a celebratory brunch afterward, assuming there’s something to celebrate.”
“And here I was going to suggest a double wedding.” Archie snorted. “Pessimist.”
“Old habits die hard, I suppose.” Gold thwacked Archie on the back while Belle and Ruby moved in their direction, each bearing trays loaded with hot dogs and onion rings. “I’ll get the drinks.”
He traipsed back to the concession stand and joined the line.
“Hello, darling.”
Gold gritted his teeth and flexed his fingers around the head of his cane. God help him, he would know that exaggerated English drawl anywhere.
“Carolina.” He spun around, baring his teeth in a mocking grin. “Thought I smelled a whiff of desperation and gin. What the hell are you doing here?”
She threw her ever-present fur stole over her shoulder and simpered. “I love a good movie as much as the next girl. Aren’t you going to kiss me hello?”
Gold took a step back. “I meant what are you doing here? In my town.”
“Your town is my town, Gold,” she retorted with a sly smile.
“Excuse me?” Baffled, he stared at her. She couldn’t mean? Could she?
She stared at her nails. “Not like it’s any of your business, darling, but I’m moving here to Bookville.”
“It’s Storybrooke.”
She waved her manicured hand. “Details, darling. Always getting in the way of what’s important, don’t you agree?”
“Details make the world go round, darling .”
Carolina pursed her lips. “Well if you must know, I’ve met someone. A fellow animal lover called Ursula. We’ve decided to open up a shop selling luxury furs. Mink, raccoon, muskrat, beaver, that sort of thing.”
“How enterprising,” he sneered. “And what gave you the brilliant idea to give up your profitable operation in Great Neck to grace our tiny Podunk town with your illustrious presence?”
She pouted. “You’re not going to be sore and hold all my silly comments in New York against me, are you, Gold? It was your Belle who convinced me I could be happy here.”
He frowned, more snarky words on the tip of his tongue, but the lines bracketing his old rival’s mouth were deep and harsh. She looked tired and he almost felt sorry for her. “Belle did?”
“Yes, the night we met for dinner in the city. She told me you were making friends here.” Carolina’s smooth smile faltered. “I figured if you could find love and friendship and be happy, there was a chance for me, too?”
“Of course there is,” he agreed, unable to believe he was welcoming Carolina de Vil to Storybrooke, of all people.
She laid a hand on his arm. “Such a charming, delightful creature, your Belle. You’re a lucky bastard.”
“Well at least we agree on that,” he said, making a mental note to keep Rumple and Pongo far, far away from Carolina and her penchant for furs.
“Congratulations on the pregnancy, by the way.” She elbowed him in the stomach. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Gold, but thank God you do. I’ve always wanted to be an aunt.”
She spun away before he could reply, her sequined dress glittering in the dimming evening light.
Gold breathed a long-suffering sigh as she walked away. Considering he and Belle were only children, their son was shaping up to have more aunts and uncles than an offspring of the Walton family.
“How about over here?” Gold asked, slipping into a chair and patting the seat beside him.
“In the back row?” Belle whispered, lowering herself into the aisle seat. “What mischief do you have in mind, Mr. Gold?”
“None at all, Miss French.” He brushed her lips with his. “But if we sit back here we can talk without disturbing others.”
She gave him a flirtatious frown. “Talk during the movie? Why? Are you not excited about a summer full of baby movies? After this we have Baby Boom , Boss Baby, and Look Who’s Talking.”
“Really?” his eyes widened.
“No, darling.” She sighed. “I’m pregnant, not crazy.”
“I’m sure all the movies you’ve chosen are wonderful, sweetheart,” he soothed. “But I’ll be much too busy admiring you to notice anything on the screen.”
“Flatterer,” she huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “You’re just making excuses not to pay attention.”
“Perhaps this’ll help?” He shook a box of Raisinettes in her face.
“Oh, thank God. I’m ravenous.” She seized the bright yellow box with a groan. She’d already polished off a Chicago-style hot dog, onion rings, a large soda, and a bucket of popcorn. “I swear this baby wants to eat every fifteen minutes.”
The movie began, and Belle heard a happy squeal from the bushes behind her. She turned around to see Ruby bouncing up and down, her hands covering her cheeks before she threw her arms around Archie and cried, “Yes!”
“What are they doing?” she asked, starting to stand up and go see what all the commotion was about. The way Archie had jumped up from his knees was suspicious. “That looked an awful lot like a marriage proposal. Are they? Did Archie?”
“Never mind them!” Gold yanked on her arm and dragged her back into her chair. “There’s that Tom Selleck fellow you love, Belle. I need to you to talk me through the film; you know I won’t follow along without your help.” He stared up at the screen, unusually interested in the movie. “What are we watching again?”
“But Ruby-”
“Sweetheart.” He was still holding onto her arm, his grip light but desperate. “Please?”
She narrowed her eyes. “ You’re trying to distract me, but I’ll answer you anyway,” she whispered. “Three Men and a Baby. It’s an eighties classic.”
He gave her a tender smile. “I noticed Leroy talking to you during dinner. He still tossing out baby names at you? What was it this time? Adelbert? Cristobal?”
Belle frowned, trying to remember. “No, this one started with an ‘R.’ Rodrigo, Rufio...something like that. But I bribed him to stop with the uncle thing.”
“Leroy, too?” Gold shook his head. “Neal, Emma, Ruby, Archie, Astrid, Carolina, Leroy. The number of aunts and uncles this child has is only surpassed by the number of people claiming responsibility for the success of our relationship.”
She hummed. “A child can never have too much love. Besides, everyone knows you are one thousand percent responsible for the success of our relationship.”
“Lies.” He drew her head onto his shoulder and caressed her baby bump. “So what would you think about becoming Mrs. Gold again?”
“Like in New York?” She fished into the box for another Raisinette and popped it into her mouth, chewing furiously to cover her racing heart. His tone was casual. Too casual. Was this it? He’d bandied the word marriage about for months, but he hadn’t come out and asked. She held her breath, waiting.
He shrugged. “Like New York, yes, but I had something a bit more permanent in mind.”
“Permanent?” she squeaked, tightening her hands around the box of candy.
Oh, but his nonchalance was making her crazy!
“Isn’t this how the best movies go?” he asked. “The happy ending features some sort of callback to previous events.”
“Happy beginning,” she said automatically. She lifted her head from his shoulder, a smile spreading across her face. This was it and it was perfect. She blinked rapidly fighting back the happy tears. Oh, how she loved him.
“Happy beginning, I stand corrected.” His lopsided grin made her stomach flip over. “If being Mrs. Gold doesn’t suit, I could make a change to my name. I’m not fussy.”
“Would you like to be Mr. French?” she teased, playing along.
“I could be persuaded,” he said against her ear. The warm, husky timbre of his voice sent a pleasant shiver down her spine.
“Belle Gold has a lovely ring to it, though,” she said. “We could both have the initials BG.”
“Ideal for the monogrammed His and Hers towel set I already have on order.”
She giggled and he extended his index finger. The light from the movie screen illuminated his hand, and on it dangled a stunning diamond solitaire ring. The band was fashioned of rose gold and delicate rosebuds were etched into the metal all the way around. It was the perfect blend of modern and vintage, and exactly what she would have chosen for herself.
“Are you asking me to marry you?” she asked, her breath catching in her throat. Saying it out loud somehow made it more real.
“Not very articulately, but yes. Bad idea?”
“Oh, Branan.” Overwhelmed, she took the ring off his finger with shaking hands and somehow found her ring finger. The ring slid into place, its cool weight feeling as much like home as the man sitting next to her. “Best idea yet.”
“Better than wearing the towel?”
She grinned at him through her tears. “Let’s call it a tie.”
THE END
#rumbelle#rumbelle fic#rumbelle au#red cricket#mr. gold x belle french#swanfire#meet me in the courtyard#mqc writes#I finished a thing!#a monthly rumbelling
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Unison Chapter 3- All I Want to do is Try and Make a Connection
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My mind raced as Ed led me to his room. I'm going up to Ed Sheeran's hotel room. I wonder how many times he's -you know what, no don't go there. Definitely don't go there.
"It's not as many as you're thinking."
His voice pulled me out of my thoughts. We were standing in front of the elevator, waiting for its descent to our level. The entire lobby was vacant so we didn't really have to worry about eavesdropping.
"What?"
He gave me a crooked grin "So you weren't just thinking 'I wonder how many times he's brought girls back' Not as many as you think. While I did do the whole one night stand thing for a brief, and I do mean brief, spell, it made me feel..." He trailed off, searching for the right word to use. I, however, was one step ahead of him.
"More empty than you were already feeling." I finished for him, avoiding his gaze.
I heard a faint 'ooooh' of realisation come from him, picking up on the subtle hint that I had dropped with that statement. The noise drew my eyes to him. He looked much more relaxed and at ease now. Some of the playfulness I had saw earlier was starting to creep back. The elevator opened and he snagged my hand pulling me in, since I was still halfway wrapped up in my thoughts and hadn't noticed its arrival.
As the elevator rose, Ed dug through his pockets, pulling out his room key. When the movement stopped I made to walk out but he put his arm out to stop me.
"This isn't my floor." He said softly, intertwining his fingers with mine. "So you don't wander off while you're all up in your thoughts." He brought our hands up to his face, placing a kiss to the back of mine. His eyes gleaming with humor, a smile playing across his lips.
If he wouldn't have stopped me I would have walked right off that elevator and kept right on walking. I'd like to say I would have noticed he wasn't beside me but I know myself. I wouldn't have until I was at the end of the hallway, asking which room number was his. Then the frantic turn around, the calling of his name and the confusion that comes after. It wasn't that I was thinking anything negative. I had about a thousand thoughts running through my head.
What would have happened if I hadn't sent that message tonight?
How would thing of progressed?
How did he picture our first date?
Hell, how did I picture it for that matter?
I closed my eyes. I could see a small restaurant. Small square table, with crisp white linen table clothes and plates to match. Floors a smooth dark wood that had matched wood that made up the lower part of the wall and the trim. The other half being a cream color, with small lamps placed every couple of feet, giving a soft, intimate light. There was also track lights on the ceiling to provide just a bit more light. Not dim enough to make you squint to see your dining partner, but not overly harsh. Small, cozy, fancy, yet, not overly so. I could picture Ed, wearing a dark button up shirt, reaching for his glass of wine. Laughing, his hand gesturing as he animatedly told his story. I catch myself smiling at the thought of it.
I forced myself back into the real world just in time to see a couple businessmen enter. Ed nodded in their direction, asking them if they were headed for the ground floor. He hit the button for them and made polite small talk as the elevator ascended to his level. When it finally reached the level, Ed bid the men a good morning before we walked off. Keeping his word, his hand never let go of mine, however my thoughts were firmly planted on the ground. We were in front of his door, he paused before inserting the key.
"I hadn't planned on company so I haven't really picked up after myself..." He looked a little guilty with a splash of shame. I picture takeout and pizza boxes scattered about, half empty cans of soda, random snack packages littering the floor.
"I'm not here to judge you on your housekeeping skills. I'm here for the Simpsons and your company. Just open the door."
He slides the keycard in and pushes the door open. He enters before me, just so he could hold the door open. Such a gentleman.
"Welcome to my temporary home. Again, sorry for the mess."
My mouth dropped open and it had nothing to do with state of the room and everything to do with the room itself. The huge windows catch my eye right off the bat. The view was spectacular. The sun had just started to properly rise, causing brilliant shades of oranges and yellow to burst across the sky, chasing away the dark blues hues of night, ushering in a new day. I pull my eyes away from the view and focus inside. This isn't a room, this is a penthouse. The walls were an antique cream color and the floors was a mix of woods in complimentary shades of dark browns and greys. There was a white sectional leather sofa, in the far right corner with a love seat across from in. A glass coffee table sat in the middle of the area, a laptop resting upon it and various papers scattered across the surface. A large television sat on the other side of the room. Beside it I see a door, presumably to the bedroom. Modern, yet, classic. To my left there small, but fully functioning kitchen The countertops were white marble, the cabinets a dark wood. All the appliances were a sleek grey. There was three small lights hanging over the sink/bar providing the entire kitchen area with light. In front of the island there was a small square table that matched the cabinets and trim. Four white, incredibly comfortable looking chairs were around it. As for the mess, I didn't see it. There was a cozy, lived in feel. Shoes by the door, coat tossed on the couch. Papers scattered about.
I had wandered into the room as I admired it. Ed had remained by the door, letting me look around.
I turn back to him "Oh, Ed, this room is amazing!"
"You should see the bathroom. Fucking amazing. You want the tour?"
I nodded, pulling off my jacket. Ed had did the same, taking mine out of my hand, he laid them on the back of one of the kitchen chairs. I told me I could put my shoes where ever, so I slipped them off and set them next to his. Wow, he has some big shoes. Next to his, mine look even smaller. Smiling he motioned for me to follow him. We head into the room beside the tv, which was the bedroom as I had thought. There was a thick plush creme colored carpet that I wiggled my toes in, savoring the feeling. There was a large, unmade bed. A huge white fluffy duvet crumped up at the foot of the bed. The pillows in disarray. I wonder if he had a bad night's sleep? The headboard was an upholstered grey. Nightstand flanked each side of the bed, with a white lamp on each of them. The panoramic windows spanned into here as well. There were clothes laying about crumped in various spots on the floor. There was another tv mounted to the wall, underneath was a dresser that matched the black nightstands. A drawer was cracked open. I could see a mess of socks and other under garments.
He wasn't exaggerating about the bathroom. Everything was a light brown tile The sink, the floors, the walls. A Jacuzzi tub? Holy hell. The tub was on a raised platform, big enough for two people to sit comfortably. I could picture us relaxing, the tub filled with suds, glasses of wine in hand. The shower was huge as well, glass doors, gold trim.
"Oh that tub..." my voice bouncing off the walls, echoing my wonderment back to us.
"It's great. I've totally fallen asleep in there." A sheepish grin adorned his face, He must have ran his hand through his hair since it was even messier than usual.
"I can believe it. I'm a firm believer that a good soak can cure almost anything."
"I agree with that. I've written some of my best songs in the tub."
I pictured him lounging in a tub, guitar in hand, strumming a couple chords, wrinkling his nose at the sound, trying a different variations until he found one he was satisfied with, quick to reach over and scribble it down in a notebook. I realise that's probably not what he meant by coming up with them in the tub, but the image was a humorous one either way.
We had made our way back into the living room. The sun was fully up now bathing the room in a gorgeous light. It promised to be a beautiful day. Ed motioned for me to sit on the sofa as he dug through the cabinets. I hear running water, then a soft clang as he set a kettle on the range. There was two softer clinks as he set down two cups. I found the remote buried under a pile of papers. My eyes skimmed over the papers. Whatever he had written was crossed out. Brushing them aside I turn the tv on, flipping through the channels. He had sat two cups of tea down on the coffee table, going back to fetch the sugar.
"I wasn't sure how you like your tea so...well, I don't even know if you like tea but its proper to make some for someone who's a guest."
I reach for a sugar packet, shaking it slightly before ripping it open and pouring it in my cup. He snagged up the remote and within a few clicks The Simpsons opening theme was playing across the screen. I had tucked my feet up underneath myself, sipping on my tea. Ed sat next to me, his feet propped up on the table. One hand wrapped around his cup, the other resting on the back of the couch. Within a couple episodes, the tea was gone and I was resting my head on his shoulder. His arm had wrapped around me, his fingers idly playing with a few strands of my hair.
We spent the entire day in his suite. When we had started getting hungry, he called up some food. When a box of pizza showed up, with a bag of fries I couldn't help but laugh.
"I promised you pizza and chips and I am a man of my word." He placed the fries on my slice before handing it over. Eyebrow cocked he watched as I took a bite, the cheese, sauce, pepperoni and potato coming together in my mouth. "Well? What do you think?"
I stare at the slice, letting the flavors run over my tongue. I swallow before I decided I left him in suspense long enough. “This is delicious!"
"Yes!" He had done a small fist pump, his face beaming, "See, I knew I liked you for a reason!" he pointed his finger my way, shaking it slightly as he nodded. His eyes squinted slightly, mouth pulled in a sideways smile that could only be described as a 'they know what's up' expression.
He poured the rest of the fries over the pizza, grabbing a slice for himself. He took the first bite with gusto. I found watching him eat was just as enjoyable as the food itself. I smiled as a bit of cheese clung to his chin. I reached across the table and pull the cheese off. I lick it off my finger before grabbing another slice for myself. It was only after his eyes had flicked from my mouth to my fingers did I realise what exactly I had did.
"God, you're gorgeous."
I stopped mid chew. In my minds eye there was fries sticking out of my mouth, cheeks packed full like a chipmunk. Sauce smeared everywhere. You know how animators draw their characters when they're chowing down? Just like that. While in reality there was just a small bit cheese stuck to my face and sauce at the corners of my mouth.
"Whut?" My mouth still full so it came out pretty muffled. I definitely hadn't felt that gorgeous. Messy hair, sleepwear, bits of pizza stuck to my face. Now I'm not as obsessed with my appearance as some, but I do like to look my best. This wasn't it.
"You're fucking gorgeous." He repeated, "Not many women would show up in pajamas to a diner. Nor would they be attacking that pizza like you are. They'd be shy, proper. Dressed in their best clothes, hiding behind makeup, eating salads with little nibbles." He mimicked how he thought girls ate their pizza, with the daintiest bite, covering his mouth as he chewed, causing me to do a pretty unladylike snort. He swallowed and continued. "This, well this takes confidence and that's the key, innit?"
I put my slice back down in the box, reach for a napkin and wipe my fingers off slowly before dropping it on the table. "Well, I hate to disappoint, but I was almost that woman. Well, the whole fancy clothes, makeup bit anyway. But I will always enjoy my food. No dainty bites here."
"Mmm, but you still did it and that's what matters."
After the pizza had been cleared away, we went back to the couch, with one minor adjustment. Ed had pulled the duvet off the bed and threw it over us as we continued watching. I pulled it up to my chin, wiggling around to get into a comfortable position. There was no hesitation this time as soon as he sat down I snuggled close. I rested my hand on his chest, the other snaked around his torso, head on his shoulder.
I don't know when I had fell asleep but I knew it was bound to happen. Full stomach, warm blanket. I vaguely remember Ed gently waking me up asking if I'd be more comfortable in bed. I had somehow wormed my way down into his lap. His fingers were running through my hair in a slow relaxing rhythm. I smiled at the memory of it. As I slowly gain more consciousness I realise his arms are around me. I could feel his breath on my face, light and steady, causing my hair to tickle my nose. I wiggle it, not really wanting to move too much and wake him. I open my eyes to find his face nearly touching mine. His face completely relaxed, peaceful, content. I take it in. The glorious mess of ginger hair standing out against the white linen. His ridiculously long eyelashes. Seriously, why do men have such long eyelashes? The light ginger freckles that were sprinkled across his cheeks. The light chest hair just peaking out from underneath his shirt, barely noticeable due to the colored ink. Hmm, his chest is tatted too. I tried to roll over and I heard him moan, tightening his grip in defiance, his eyebrows coming together. I felt a tug inside. People are the most vulnerable as they sleep and he was holding on to me like I was a salvation in a choppy sea. I place a kiss on his forehead, my fingers running through his hair. I laid there for a moment, soaking in every bit of this I could. It had been well over a year since I'd just enjoyed sleeping next to someone. I missed it as much as I hated to admit it.
I turn over as carefully as possible, another disgruntled moan, looking for my phone. Right on the nightstand, he must have put it there knowing I'd be searching for it as soon as I woke up. Smart boy. I grab it, looking at the time. 8:45 am. I stare at it blankly for a second. At least my sleep schedule is back on track. Wait. That means it's Monday.
"Oh fuck! It's Monday!" I flew up, tossing the duvet aside. Ed groggily rolled over, searching for any source of heat. He tugged the duvet to him, scrambling to stay warm.
"Shh, come back to bed." His voice thick with sleep. His hands came out, pulling my hips closer to him, trying to get me to lie back down. As tempting as it was, I really couldn’t afford to miss any work. I brush them off, hearing the sad dull thud of rejection as they hit the mattress.
"I've got to be at work in fifteen minutes!” I was up on my feet in a rush, frantically looking at my attire. “Fucking hell, I'm not dressed for work.” I groaned “ I'm not even wearing a bra for Christ's sake!"
Ed instantly became alert when I said work. His eyes snapped open, already alert, all signs of sleepiness gone. By looking at him your wouldn’t have had a clue only moment ago he was half out of it asking for a longer sleep in. The only thing that might have been a giveaway was the sleep tousled hair. He launched himself out of bed, heading to his closet.
I hear the coat hangers shuffle across the rack as he flicked through. There was a pause,"Wait, you're not wearing a bra?" There was a sly lilt to his voice.
I had been searching for my socks that had came off my feet as I slept. "Hey, you said come as you are and I wasn't wearing one at the time." In my hurry I had completely shoved the duvet off the bed has my hands skittered about the mattress feeling for an out of place lump.
"Well aren't you a naughty girl." I heard the door click close, his feet shuffling across the floor. He held out a white t-shirt for me to take. "Here, go put this one while I look for your socks." He eyed the fallen bedding.
I take the offered shirt and bee lined to the bathroom. I slipped my shirt off, dropping it on the floor. I pulled his over my head. Well its better than what I was wearing but it doesn't hide the fact that I’m braless.
I walk back into his bedroom and he's clutching my bright blue socks. He gives me a quick glance over. "Yep, you're definitely not wearing a bra." I scowl and cross my arms. He puts up a finger and goes back to his closet. After a bit of shuffling he hands me a black and blue flannel. I slip it on and his fingers come up, making quick work of the buttons. "There. It's a bit on the thick side so it shouldn't be noticeable." His voice low. I could feel the surge of chemistry humming between us. My breath caught in my throat as I stare up in those brillant blue eyes. I noted that they were a misty grey color today. Fitting since I get lost in them so easily. His fingers still lingering at that top button. After a few seconds he clears his throat and pulls away. "You'd best get a move on. We don't want you to be late." As much as I didn't want to, I stepped back, taking a breath as I did so. Why in the absolute fucking hell didn't you kiss him Adi?!
"I'll message you when I'm on break, okay?"
He slipped my glasses on my face, nodding in satisfaction. "Sounds good, now go on."
I grab my jacket from the back of the chair and cram my feet into my tennis shoes, wiggling them until they gave in and let my feet slide into place. I go to leave, my hand on the knob, but I turn back.
"I forgot something."
"What?" He turned back around scanning over the flat, looking for my wayward item.
"This." I grab him and kiss him, his surprise evident, but quickly forgotten. "You can plan the next date." I say with a wink before rushing out the door. The last thing I saw was that crooked grin before the door closed.
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Ed's POV
I stood staring at the now closed door, still feeling her lips against mine. I felt a bit guilty as I ordered room service, knowing she didn't get a chance to eat. As I waited I started gathering up all the rubbish that I had been neglecting to throw out over the past couple of days. I threw empty liquor bottle after empty liquor bottle in the bin, growing more disgusted with myself as I did so. As much as I played it off, I was appalled that Adi had saw my room in this state. She most likely wrote it off as 'Oh he's famous, he probably throws some wicked parties'. I don't know which I find worse. The fact she could see me as a wild drunken rock star or the truth. That I had drank all of these myself because everything was just too much to bear. I could hear the bottles clinking as I carried them over to the door. The sound of disappointment.
After I decided to take a year off, I had cut ties with everyone. I rationalized it as I've toured for five years, we all deserve a break. While it sounded good, that wasn't the whole reason. I had became too reliant on my pain erasers. I was finding myself reaching for the bottle more and more. It was a nasty downward spiral and I didn't want them to see just how far I had fallen. They neglect to tell you that while everyone in the world may know your name, you'll never feel more lonely. The more they know of you, the less they know you. Nobody wants to hear the whingings of a rich, successful person who's living their dream.
'How can you be upset when you've all this money.' More money, more people come banging on your door asking for it. They don't want to know what you've been up to, how you've been. They want to know how they can benefit from knowing me.
'You're out living your dream, doing what you love. You know how many would kill for that chance?' Yeah, maybe I'm lucky. I go, sing a few songs and get handed a big fat check. Easy peasy. Or maybe I worked my ass off, sacrificed alot to get to where I am. This didn't happen over night.
'You sound like a real prat going on about how it's lonely when you could have your choice of so many women.' Oh, sure I get my pick of the ladies. Of course, they're expecting this perfect rom com version that I just can't live up to. There's just too much pressure to be perfect and there is no way in hell I can live up to that. If that makes me sound jilted, so be it. Hell, maybe I am.
After a while, you just stop trying.
Then here she comes crashing into my life. I had been so wrapped up in conversation I had had with my dad earlier that day that I wasn't paying attention to what was going on around me and crashed right into somebody. Thinking I was going to have to put my powers of persuasion to the test, since I assumed I ran into a big metal head, I started coming up with what to say. I wasn't expecting to have run into a petite woman. Instinctively I grab on to her so she doesn't fall. I see her mouth open but the next band had drowned out whatever she had started to say. I gave her a thumbs up to show her it's all good, no harm done. She returned it, an embarassed smile on her face before continuing on her way. I didn't notice she had spilled a majority of her beer until after she had left.
When I had finally found her, after an extremely helpful patron had pointed out there was a whole rooftop patio. There she was, not sitting at a table among a group of people like I had anticipated, chatting and laughing about whatever. She was alone, perched on the edge of the roof looking down on all the rambunctious people on the street. I could only see half of her face, but there was a distant look that I knew so well. That look had vanished as soon as I spoke and she faced me.
Her hair was dark and sleek, hanging a bit below shoulders, the light bouncing off of it. Her eyes a captivating mixture of green and brown that brought to mind a vast forest, promising to be as strong and resilient and just as easy to get lost in. The way she'd cocked that eyebrow up, the way the right side of her mouth came up in a slight smirk. Her voice, silvery, with a slight smoky edge. If good whisky had a voice. I almost lose my nerve. She's stunning, there's no way I have a shot.
She introduced herself. That smirk still on her face. She was obviously enjoying herself Well, it was nice being some random stranger. I took her hand and introduced myself.
"Now you're not a stranger anymore," A glint of playfulness danced across her features, "You're Ed. How 'bout we get that drink, yeah?" There was no slight eye widening, no mouth opening. No awe. No wonder. Holy hell, she has no clue who I am. There is no way I got this lucky.
"Y’know what Ed? You're, well you're pretty fantastic." I see her reach over the bar grabbing the bartender's pen and a bar napkin. She starts scribbling her name and number on it, "Here, this is my number," She presses it against her lips, leaving a faint reddish pink lip outline before sliding it my way.” I really hope to hear from you." She walked out the door into the cab I had called for her. I quickly fold it carefully, slipping it into my pocket, snagging her jacket that she had left behind on the stool. I hurry to catch up with her. I help her get into her cab. I leaned in to put her jacket on her lap. She giggled as I did so, placing a quick kiss on my cheek.
"I should send your mother some- some flowers. She raised a proper gent." The way she blinked up at me, a lopsided grin on her face, her fingers lightly tapping my chest in an overdramatic way, swaying a bit. Not to mention her poor attempt at a British accent when she said proper gent. It was the first time in a long while I had felt the comment was sincere, not just because of my image.
I woke up the next morning with my head pounding. If you could really call it morning, it was almost noon. I shield my eyes from the light pouring in from the window. I didn't feel as despicable and pathetic as I usually did coming off a drunk. I rolled over, seeing the napkin folded on my nightstand. I smiled, remembering how she would lean over the table and say random words when I was drawing back to shoot. The way her hips moved as she danced around the cue. Then just forgetting the cue entirely, hands waving in the air, huge grin plastered on her face as she danced to a beat only she could hear. All too quickly reality set in. How long do I have before she figures out who I am and this all comes crashing down?
I pick up the napkin and stare at it. Looking at the perfect lip print right below her number. Those lips had been pressed on my cheek. 'You're a proper gent.' A proper gent would message to see if she was okay. I type out a message, my thumb hovering over the send button. How long am I going to drag this out for? Once she knows who I am, it's going to change. You're just going to make it worse on yourself in the end. If it can even get worse. Binders in hotel rooms are about as low as you can go. There was one ember of optimism left in me that said give it a shot.
After the message sent I started doing my usual morning routine. Teeth, shower, breakfast. While the shower calmed my nerves and alleviated some of my headache, I still felt like someone had filled me with cotton. I ignored my phone for as long as I could, until curiosity had gotten the better of me and I opened her response. I hadn't realised I was holding my breath until I let it out. Well, no outburst of are you Ed Sheeran yet. That's promising.
When her late night text came through as I was riding in a taxi to a diner. I was taken by surprise. I was still getting used to the time difference so my sleep schedule was a little off, still in sync with back home. However that surprise was nothing compared to the surprise of her asking to join me for breakfast. Of course she'd ask when you're out in your pyjamas. She'll look marvelous and I'll look like a bum off the street. I wonder if she'll come in pyjamas too...won't know unless I try...
She spotted me first. How is it she still managed to look stunning in a old faded lion king shirt and yoga pants? Hair thrown up in a careless bun. There was a look of apprehension on her face. I could feel my heart sink, assuming it was all because of who I was. When she got closer and I saw the scar it clicked. I look over the rest of her face. If she thought it made her any less beautiful, she was fooling herself. It was soon forgotten after we started talking.
Then she said the magic words. Can I ask you something? The way she was staring at her lap, fidgeting with her sleeve I knew it was something she found hard to ask. Then out pops Why me. So she does know who I am. I felt a bit disheartened at that, but her attitude hadn't changed since the previous night. So I decide to ask the question that had been burning a hole in me. Does this change things? The way her face remained neutral, I guess she had given this alot of thought. After her answer, I found myself able to enjoy myself.
I felt a little dirty that I had went out of my way to keep who I was away from her. While I hadn’t outright lied to her, there was a fair bit of subterfuge. When we were swapping drunken stories I had purposely picked ones with my mates back home. She didn’t seem bothered by it, I had expected questions like how’s it traveling the world? Who’s the coolest person you’ve met? Stupidest shit you’ve bought. No one bothers with the common first date questions since it’s all over the web. So when she asked, where’d you grow up? What’s your folks do? Siblings? I was happy to oblige.
It was nice to feel normal, so when the first group came stumbling in, I was a little irritated. Don’t get me wrong, I love my fans. I’ll never be rude or hateful towards anyone unless they absolutely deserve it. I know once I step outside, I pretty much belong to them. It doesn’t make it any less frustrating. So when one of them keeps eyeballing our table, I decide it’s probably best to leave.
I’m waiting for the waitress to bring back my card when the next wave comes in. I picked the right time to leave. Adi was leaning against the wall next to the door, flicking through something on her phone when some guy saunters up to her, looming over her. I could only see her face and she looked not only uninterested, but mildly annoyed. The way he towered over her, his stance, and her face told me this man was bad news. I felt a flicker of anger try and flare up. As soon as I got my card back I make my way to her, slipping my arm around her. I didn’t want him anywhere near her. As soon as I locked eyes with him I knew he wasn’t as drunk as he was pretending to be. I felt her hand come up, gently rubbing my back. She’s trying to soothe me. I push the door open, easing her out it.
I was on the assumption that this was the end of the night for us that now we'd go our separate ways. I was plesantly surprised when she offered to show me around the city, even if the shops were all closed and all we could do was walk by them. I slipped my hand around hers, letting her lead me along. She pointed out some of the landmarks, giving brief explainations of why the were so popular. Shops that she thought were worth a look, what had good food, what didn't and where to avoid if I wanted to fly under the radar. I made mental notes of each place she pointed out, forcing myself to remember them. Granted my memory is kind of poor, poorer of the late but I was certain I could remember the names. Even if I couldn't remember the location.
When she said she had one more place I knew it was the most significant by the way her eyes lit up. When we reached it, she had broke away, rushing ahead. I could help but smile at her as she ran to a decent sized fountain in the middle. Spinning around, her arms open wide a huge grin radiatiating across her face. It was a quaint park. There was plenty of room for people to put a blanket down and relax for a spell. I could see why she loved it so much. We sat on a black iron wrought bench the was in front of the fountain. When she handed me a penny, I felt touched that she was including me in something she found comforting. The way the lights reflected off the water on and onto her face as she had her eyes closed in combination with the bittersweet look she wore when she said her wish came true is what made me reach out and kiss her. With the fairy lights all around and the overall romantic ambience that came with this little park it seemed like the perfect opportunity. I might not be able to erase the bitter taste the past left behind but I can give you a pleasing one now.
We were standing in the lobby waiting for the elevator when I noticed her face pulled into a worrisome look. She knows nothing of my "good guy" reputation. She just knows I could go home with a different girl every night. I quickly put her fears to rest, assuring her I'm not the type. I tried but I quickly learned it wasn't sex I was wanting. I just wanted someone to care about me. Adi had said it perfectly. Each encounter left me feeling even worse about myself. She's been through something similar, how else would she know the feeling?. She was still wrapped up in her thoughts because as soon as the elevator stopped she was trying to walk off it. I grab her hand, really just looking for any excuse to keep her close. Whatever she was thinking of must have been pleasant, as she stared dreamily off.
Her amazement at my suite was so pure. She bounced around as I showed her everything. The envious look in her eye when I showed her the bathroom. For a second I thought I saw a flicker of lust. Well well, what's on your mind you naughty girl? The way she sat on the couch, flipping lazily through the channel as I prepared tea. The light falling on her, casting a glow around her. She had pulled down her hair, running her fingers through it, teasing it. There was a bit of wave due to it being pulled up. She was a stunning work of art. When that work of art dove into the pizza with such enthusiasm I couldn’t help but smile. I tucked in with my own slice, enjoying it even though I only had it the day before. When I had lowered the slice, her long delicate fingers came up to my chin, plucking a strand of cheese that had adhered itself to my face. Her eye’s glimmering in a warm way, a little smile upon her lips. She’s such a beautiful person.
Since she had snuggled up to me prior to the food, I pulled the duvet off the bed and over us to give us a more cozy feel. Her arms wrapped around me, holding me close. I ran my fingers through her hair absentmindedly as I watched the screen. After a couple episodes I could hear her breathing deepening as she drifted off. As her body relaxed she slipped down my torso, her head landed in my lap. She was snoring lightly, her mouth slightly open, hair sticking to my shirt and some to her face. I wonder if she’d rather sleep in her own bed? I lean down and softly whisper in her ear asking if she would be more comfortable in her own bed. She moaned, burying her self more in my lap. As carefully as I could I slide out from under her. I bend down, scooping her up in my arms and carry her to my bed. As much as I’d love to sleep beside her, I didn’t want to push it. The couch is plenty comfortable, seeing as how I usually fall asleep there most nights anyway. No, I can't really call that falling asleep. I need to face the facts and call it what it was, blacking out. When I went to pull away after I set her down, she grabbed onto my shirt a whiny no coming from her lips. I whispered in her ear that I’m just getting the duvet, I'd be right back. When I come back, she's curled in almost the fetal position, hugging herself. I expected her to spread out as soon as the duvet hit her but she still stayed in that little huddled ball. She didn't move an inch when I eased into bed. It wasn't until my arm draped over her did she roll over and place her forehead against my chest. We stayed that way for the rest of the night. Our breathing slowly falling in sync.
I could see light filtering in even through my closed eyelids but that wasn't what woke me up. Her fingers were running through my hair. Was she humming? I wanted to peak up at her but I didn't want her to know I was starting to come around. That's when I felt her lips press against my forehead. I conceal my smile until after she rolls over to check the time. The last little bit of peace before the chaos that insued after.
The rap on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. Ah, my food's here. I take the tray, set it on the table, thanking the man before closing the door. As I ate I thought back to when I was helping her with the flannel. It had felt like I was touching a live wire. Why didn't you kiss her? Are you mad?! The hurried kiss before she left more than made up for it. The way her hands came up to my face, her lips crashing on mine. The hestitation to pull away and the way she bit her bottom lip after. That little sexy smirk with the wink as she closed the door.
I heard a ping from my phone that was still sitting on the coffee table. I pluck it from its resting spot, flipping it open to see a message from Adi.
"I'm so sorry about having to rush out the way I did. Monday's can be hectic sometimes. I feel awful about it. I'll plan better next time."
That's right, I'm planning the next date. Maybe I should start fishing for some information so I can plan something extra special I type back "Don't worry about it, I understand completely. I felt like an ass since you had to scramble out of here in such a rush you didn't get to enjoy a decent meal."
"I usually eat here anyway so that's no big deal. However, showing up in men's clothing and no makeup caused the rumor mill to catch on fire. I'm playing twenty questions. What's his name? What's he do? What's he look like? Where'd you meet? Oooooh, you slept over? How about you stay in your lane and mind your own business CAROL. Vultures. Everyone of them."
I tsked at the first part of the message, picturing a banana or some other type of fruit as breakfast. Not if I have my way about it. I figured being seen in my clothes would raise some questions and I was curious how she would handle them. A thought crossed my mind. Since she's keeping who I actually am quiet, why not have a bit of fun. "You want to fuck with them? I'll feed you a load of crap to tell them."
"Omg, yes! Lay it on me!"
We spent a majority of the morning coming up with an elaborate backstory. By the time we were done my name was Kevin, I worked at the local supermarket but that was only to support my dream of being an artist/slam poet. My parents didn't approve of my dreams so I moved away to follow them. I've been out here for 2 years now and I've almost sold one painting, which was surprising considering I only painted using my left hand since creativity flows through your non dominant hand. Some of the ideas were beyond ridiculous like being a part of underground street races, her majesty's top spy, a vigilante who broke into people's homes just to play with their pets while they were away and an embassidor of Hogwarts.
Adi had been texting me their reactions towards Kevin throughout the day as I straightened up the suite. Apparently the reviews were mixed, while most had taken the good for him for not giving up on his dreams stance, one only wanted to know looks and if we'd shagged and one lectured her about how she needed to find someone who's feet were planted on the ground. Which she added thanks for the lecture I didn’t ask for Carol, causing me to snort as I sorted through my laundry.
With the dishes clean, papers that were spread across the coffee table were tucked away in a folder. Dirty laundry was put in a hamper bag, ready for me to wash. It may have been something small and simple but it felt like I was finally going in the right direction. For the first time in months I had written something down in my diary. It started as a way to remember all the stuff I did during that time but it soon because a habit. I stopped at the end of my last tour because I just stopped caring. I didn’t want to look back and remember such a dark times. After a brief summary of the weekend I ended it with this.
Will she be the torch that leads me out of the darkness or the inferno that consumes me, leaving nothing behind but devastation?
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