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malum-forev · 11 months

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Oooh can I get some fake-dating?? Either fratboy or mafia Bucky? Like they come to her rescue and pretend she's with them, saving her from some unfortunate situation!

Hi hiii this is my first time writing Mafia Bucky! Let me know what you think!

You hated the term man’s game. Absolutely loathed it. Men with their pea sized brains thinking they’re above people of the opposite sex, when in reality the only thing floating around their heads are the words dick, tits, ass. On an infinite loop.

When you went into the field of law, you thought with hard work and perseverance you would crash the glass ceiling. Paving the road for women like yourself wanting to make it. What you didn’t realize is that what is supposed to be glass, turns out to be concrete. A miles thick concrete ceiling, completely impenetrable.

You smoothed the fabric of your pencil skirt and impatiently tapped your foot on the floor. The wooden chair outside the DA’s office was becoming an annoying reminder of your future, bolted down outside the door. It felt like you’d always be outside the door.

The frosted glass door opened revealing laughter coming from the inside. Your boss’ booming fake laugh made your skin crawl.

“You better work on that swing by Friday, Kent.” Your senile old boss said. It should be illegal to have fossils like him still on the job, making decisions while they still think women can’t vote. “I’ll leave you with my assistant, she’ll get all the details about the Moranes case.”

“Paralegal.” You corrected even though you knew it would go in one ear and out the other.

The district attorney, a man older than your father, raked your body. From your pointed heels to your appropriately buttoned silk blouse. “Where have you been hiding this one?”

He all but drooled at the sight of you, a disgusting trait men thought was a compliment.

“I keep her holed up at the office, but I’ll let you have her if you send the case over to us.” Your boss “joked” but once he saw the stern look on your face he held his hands up. “I’m just foolin’ around. Can’t make a joke anymore without getting a slap on the wrist from HR.”

“I know a few things about that.” The DA laughed, pointing at his older secretary. “How’d you think I got stuck with this one?”

The interaction made your skin boil, there were actual men who thought women’s only purpose in life was to get them hard. And you, sadly, had to put up with it on a daily basis.

Your boss soon left, hoping you would comply with anything the DA told you to do. Anything to get the job done, was his mentality.

“How about we move this conversation somewhere more comfortable?” The DA’s sleazy smile sent a shiver through your spine.

You looked around the almost abandoned hallway. “I just need to take some notes on the file so, here is fine.”

The district attorney was quickly becoming annoyed. “I wasn’t asking, actually.”

You opened your mouth to try and keep him calm but you felt a hand travel through your lower back and set itself on your hip. You looked down to find a tattooed hand with gold and silver rings adorning the fingers. His knuckles were shades of pink, purple, and blue, sporting a couple of barely healed gashes. If someone were to ask you who you thought this person was, you’d never in a thousand years guessed the correct answer.

“She wasn’t asking either, Kent.” A deep rough voice appeared.

You looked up to find the one and only James Bucky Barnes, head of one of the most prolific and notorious mafia families in New York.

“B-Barnes.” The DA stuttered.

“I’m sure you can find a way to make my girlfriend’s life easier.” Bucky stared the man down, his dark blue eyes burning holes through his body.

“Girlfriend?” He asked, scared.

“Girlfriend.” Bucky barked.

The DA gulped. “I’ll have my assistant send her office the files.”

“I’d appreciate if you drop them by yourself.” Bucky lip twitched upwards. “As a personal favor to me and the ladies down at the Spin Top.”

The district attorney furiously nodded, his eyes widening at the words spoken. Bucky was dangling incriminating information like it was no big deal.

Bucky pulled you closer to his side, his hand never leaving your hip. A gentle but firm grip. He waved his gloved hand in a shooing motion. “You can leave now Kent.”

The district attorney tripped over his feet and quickly closed his office door behind him, locking it.

With a chuckle, Bucky released you. He took a cigarette from his suit’s breast pocket and lit it up.

“He thinks a door can protect him.” Bucky scoffed. “Pathetic.”

“You’re not allowed to smoke in here.” You said, your voice strong.

Bucky bit his bottom lip to contain a smile, you were pure fire.

He looked around the almost vacant office, any person who was there had already turned around. Some were even facing the wall, anything to not make eye contact with the mob boss. “I don’t see anyone telling me to put it out, princess.”

“I’m not some sort of damsel in distress, just so you know.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

Bucky’s eyes never left yours, he cocked his head to the side. “This could work, you and me-“

You laughed. “You and me? There is no you and me, it doesn’t exist.”

Bucky walked towards you until your back was flush against the wall, he placed his forearm over your head, trapping you underneath him. His intoxicating smell filled your senses, woody, smokey, citrus. A combination that wouldn’t work on anyone but him.

“By the looks of it, you need someone next to you so they take you seriously.” His words were slow and controlled, completely opposite to your body language. Your chest heaved, making the space between the buttons over your chest expand. Anyone else would have looked down but Bucky, he kept his eyes on your face. “I can be that for you. One outing with me and you’ll have every judge, every lawyer, everyone at the palm of your hand.”

“What’s in it for you?” You whispered, your throat suddenly became dry.

For the first time, he let his eyes travel downwards to your lips. A calloused finger ran from your collarbone to your jaw. “I need someone sweet and innocent, just like you, to help me take over everything. You see, every family needs a head. And there is no head without a neck. But no one seemed to interest me, that is, until I laid my eyes on you.”

“It would have to be for show, everything would be fake.” You whispered, closing your eyes for a moment to bask the sensation of Bucky hand on your neck.

Bucky chuckled. “I’ll put on the greatest show, I’ll even have you believing my every word.”

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shyvioletcat · 9 months

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ROWAELIN MONTH: DAY EIGHT

~ Single Parent ~ Ah yes, this is always one of my favourite days. This is part two to my Fish are Friends fic, so please enjoy. @rowaelinscourt

~~~~~

“This guy is loaded.”

Aelin snorted at her friend's awed exclamation as she eased off on the accelerator coming up the long, paved driveway. The house wasn’t obnoxiously large, but it was well beyond decent with a pretty facade and well kept gardens. And if the price he had offered initially for her services today was anything to go by, yes Rowan did have money to burn.

She had waited until she got home to text him back and to say yes to the offer of Ivy’s birthday party, claiming that now she had turned back into a mermaid she could talk mermaid business. With how the girl was so enamoured by the whole mermaid performance Aelin couldn’t even think of saying no. Rowan had immediately come back with a price just under what her gig at the aquarium paid in a fortnight and she stared at it wide eyed for a full minute. She knocked it back, then there was a mildly heated discussion over what the price should be. Rowan was overly generous, and Aelin helped equate the cost by saying she needed to bring a friend along to help her with her costume and they would split it. That had been fine, of course, and why Lysandra was sitting in the passenger seat.

The car stopped and Lysandra was still peering out the windows trying to get a better look. “His wife, slash girlfriend, slash whatever must be living the life.”

“He’s divorced,” Aelin said, pushing the gear stick into park.

“That’s an awfully weird thing to find out in a conversation that went for two minutes,” Lysandra added.

Aelin shrugged, seatbelt clicking as it undid. “Well his daughter did demand he kiss me.”

Lysandra paused from where she was checking over her make-up in the sun visor mirror, head turning sharply. “She what?”

“I had to keep the magic alive and I may have told her that I needed a kiss from my true love to stay a mermaid. There was something about a sea witch curse in there too.”

The mirror closed with a snap. “That’s real dedication.”

“Yes it is and that’s why I need you to go knock on the door and suss out where I need to go so Ivy doesn’t know I’m here until I’m dressed. I’m only human between three and six to her knowledge,” Aelin explained, gesturing to the dark wood door.

“I feel like there was an easier way to do this,” Lysandra said.

Aelin shooed her with a gesture of her hand. “I was under pressure, now go.”

Lysandra didn’t answer, just did what she was asked, hopping out of the car and making a show of knocking on the front door. Aelin sunk in her chair a little, ready to hide completely if anyone little appeared at the door. She managed to see an older woman with greying auburn hair look her way as Lysandra pointed to the car. There was some more conversing and then some nodding, and then Lysandra was coming back over to the car.

She opened the car door and lent in. “So, that lady was Iris and she’s the grandmother. She said all the littlies are inside making bracelets or something so you are all clear to sneak in using the side gate and use the pool house to get ready.”

“Fantastic,” Aelin replied and didn’t waste any time. Children were unpredictable, who knows when they might choose to stampede outside. “Let’s go.”

The two of them unloaded the gear, managing to get it all gathered together in one load. Tail and accessories in hand, the side gate was easy enough to spot. Aelin led the way, listening out for an excitable little girl who’s birthday she did not want to ruin. Sounds of laughter and music came from inside the house, but Aelin ignored it all and headed straight to the pool house. Luckily, the blinds were down on the floor to ceiling windows saving them the trouble. It was a tidy space, besides the child’s toys stacked in a corner. There were a few lounges, a small kitchenette and a door Aelin assumed led to a bathroom.

The gear was dumped on one of the lounges and Aelin started to strip off. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

~~~~~

Rowan tried to keep his hand steady even as the little girl in front of him was determined not to stay still. Ivy had begged him to do face painting at her party, and of course he was going to say yes. He had spent the last month practising on paper, his daughter and even his friends when they let him. Rowan had been good to start with, and now he was considering making it a weekend job. Not really, being a deputy principal during the week and being a full time dad was more than enough work for him. But at least it was therapeutic.

“Hold still for just one more second,” Rowan told the brown haired girl sitting in front of him. She huffed, but listened, the lure of a unicorn horn and ears overriding the need to see what was going on. Adding a few last details on the horn to really give it some sparkle and then he was done. “There.”

Rowan didn’t need to say more than that and the girl was off. He wiped his hands on an old tea towel and was about to refill some of the snack bowls when his mother approached him looking like she was holding in a secret.

She sidled up close, beckoning him a little closer so Rowan had to lean in as she whispered. “Your mermaid is here.”

“Oh,” Rowan said, taking a look around. “Where?”

“I sent her and her friend to the pool house,” Iris said. “After Ivy’s rave reviews I’m excited to see her myself.”

Because Aelin was all Ivy could talk about and she already fawned over her to anyone who would listen in her select circle of people she chose to talk to. Rowan had kept the mermaid appearance under wraps and he was glad to see his surprise hadn’t been ruined. His daughter was going to lose her mind.

“Pool time!” Rowan announced to the room, excited squeals drowning out his chance to say anything else.

Ivy was by his side in a second, pulling at her dress so she could get to the swimsuit she had insisted on wearing underneath. Rowan helped her before he could do some damage, revealing the mermaid scale patterned one piece with a frilly little tutu skirt around her waist.

“Come on, Dad!” Ivy said, pulling on his hand and trying to drag him towards the pool.

Rowan smiled at her eagerness. “Hold up, we gotta wait for everyone else to be ready.”

That didn’t take long at all and it was only about 10 minutes later that everyone was crowded around the new location for gathering. To help ease the minds of the parents he’d paid a couple of his friends to be honorary lifeguards. In the end he had chosen Connall and Vaughan, and it had taken some heavy consideration. Lorcan was out because his lack of care and observation might just end in disaster. Fenrys’ sole purpose would be showing off shirtless in front of the mums and anyone else who found themselves interested, and Rowan needed the children in the water to be the priority. And even though Vaughan had similar motives, he would at least include the supervision of the children in his displays. Connall was the easy decision because, besides Rowan himself, he was the most level headed and had more than an ounce of common sense.

“Excuse me.”

Rowan turned at the unfamiliar voice behind him. A stunning brunette who he did not recognise stood there. She didn’t have the look of one of the parents and she wasn’t a caterer—she was dressed too casually for that. It had him wondering who she was.

“Hi, I’m sorry but…”

“Oh, Lysandra,” she said, a hand on her chest. “Friend of Aelin.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Rowan extended his hand for a handshake which was returned.

“Likewise,” Lysandra said. “Aelin is ready but we’ve hit a bit of a snag.”

“How so?” Trying not to sound too panicked at the potential flow in his party plans.

“Um, she can’t exactly walk out of there.”

Rowan felt the confusion on his face as he tried to figure it out.

Lysandra smiled. “She doesn’t have legs.”

“Oh, right,” Rowan said, laughing a little. “What do you need me to do?”

“It’s a good thing you at least look strong,” Lysandra said, beckoning Rowan to follow.

“Mam, can you watch Ivy and the pool,” Rowan threw over his shoulder—her affirmative answer sounding as he headed towards the pool house.

The blinds were closed and Rowan did one last check of the pool before he ducked into the building right behind Lysandra. Aelin sat on one of the lounges in her full get-up, tail and seashells and the make-up that had her face sparkling. Once again, he was struck by how beautiful this woman was, it was an impossible thing not to notice.

“Nice to see you again,” she said with a little wave.

“You too,” Rowan said, then hastily added. “And thank you. For doing this.”

“Anything for the kids, right?” Aelin said.

“Speaking of, should we get to it?” Rowan asked.

Aelin gave a flourish of her hands down the length of her body. “By all means.”

Rowan tried not to be awkward as he bent down and scooped Aelin up bridal style, she even draped her arms around his neck. The tail made her stiffer than other women he’d carried like this, but he managed.

“If you could get the door?” Rowan asked Lysandra.

“Of course.”

Rowan was concentrating so hard as he stepped through the doorway, trying his best not to knock Aelin’s head or tail. She must have been concerned as well because her grip tightened and she hugged herself closer to him. He managed it all without incident and brought them safely into the sun.

“Look who I found in the bathtub!” Rowan announced, drawing the attention of the party. Ivy’s exclamation of Aelin rang out over all of it. He lowered his voice so only Aelin could hear. “Where do you want me to set you down?”

“Shallow end, by the steps,” Aelin replied quietly before turning her attention to the party. “I heard it was someone’s birthday.”

Rowan set Aelin down and Ivy was there a heartbeat later.

“It’s me, Aelin. It’s my birthday,” Ivy said nearly climbing onto the mermaid.

Aelin graciously took it all in her stride, wrapping her arm around the girl. “I couldn’t miss that.”

Within moments Aelin had control of the party, all the kids flocking to her and her magnetic energy. Rowan left her to it, heading outside the pool fence to grab himself a drink. He grabbed a beer from the cooler in the kitchen before returning to the back patio to watch the show. There was no doubt in his mind that Aelin would be putting on a performance if her work at the aquarium was anything to go by.

“Dude, you got a mermaid?” That overly question came from Fenrys, who had appeared next to Rowan, face still decorated with a large rainbow and a collection of stars. Ivy had insisted her uncle get his face painted and like everyone else in her life, he hadn’t refused. “She looks legit. Where’d you find her?”

“The aquarium,” Rowan answered before taking a sip from the beer bottle in his hand.

“I don’t know if you’re kidding or not,” Fenrys said.

That made Rowan laugh. “I’m being serious. She works at the aquarium, and Ivy fell in love with her the other day. I asked her if she did private functions and she said yes.”

“Private functions? That sounds shifty as hell,” Fenrys added.

Rowan thought for a moment, recalling how Aelin had stalled and the awkwardness had skyrocketed. It was nearly enough to make him flush with embarrassment again.

“Yeah, I realised my error in wording pretty quickly,” Rowan admitted.

“How much did she cost?”

That voice was female and accusatory, it made Fenrys grimace sympathetically before he left Rowan to deal with answering. He turned around, finding his ex-wife just behind him, glaring in the direction of the pool before her eyes darted back to him. Waiting.

Strained was an apt description to describe the relationship between him and Lyria. They had been high school sweethearts that decided to get married before they knew anything of the world. They’d stuck it out years longer than they should have, divorce had been up for discussion when they’d found out Lyria was pregnant. It hadn’t helped the already precarious relationship and by the time Ivy was two Rowan found himself a first year teacher and a single father with majority custody. He had been ready to fight for Ivy but it was an obvious choice considering the stability and flexibility of his job. Rowan was guaranteed a job with manageable hours, he’d have school breaks off, and with the money he made plus what he had from his family to back him, allocating him as primary carer was an easy choice. It just left him open to continual criticism over the choices he made about raising his daughter, especially when it came to money.

“It doesn’t matter,” Rowan said. “She’s made Ivy’s day, what’s more important than that?”

Lyria hummed her objection, her gaze darting over to their daughter again at a bright burst of laughter. “You need to stop throwing money at things just to make her happy. She’ll grow up with a skewed view of the world, not knowing what the real world is like.”

Rowan resisted rolling his eyes. They’d had this discussion before, and they’d have it again. She always accused him of spoiling their daughter in the worst way. And maybe he did, to an extent, but Rowan was also sensible to a fault as his friend’s like to point out.

“We figured it out, and so will she,” Rowan said. “Hopefully sooner than we did, hmm?”

He left Lyria to muse over that, not wanting to have this fight and potentially ruin the party. Rowan decided his time was better spent refilling the snack bowls and checking the cake hadn’t been damaged in the fridge. Once those menial tasks were done and his beer finished, Rowan wandered to the poolside again.

Aelin was in the water now, showing the kids how she swam from one end to the other with her tail. It wasn’t just the kids watching either, like at the aquarium she had the whole crowd entranced. Rowan took up a spot on the transparent fence waiting to see what Aelin might be up to next. She’d stopped swimming and sat on one of the pool steps, from her hips down in the water. Bubble bottles had been conjured from somewhere and all the kids sat in a row having a competition to see who could blow the biggest one. Aelin pursed her lips, bubble wand poised in her hands. He was again struck by how beautiful she was, and just as he had been that day at the aquarium Rowan found it hard to look away.

The makeup she wore still remained intact depite he time in the water, the gold shimmer around her eyes highlighting their unusual colour. What had him damn near entranced was her smile, it seemed to brighten her entire being. Rowan felt like he was getting dangerously close to leering—respectfully—when he was interrupted.

“Not, bad Ro. Not bad at all,” Fenrys said, his only reply was an eye roll. “You don’t have to dent it, mermaids are hot.”

“I didn’t know you had that much experience,” Rowan quipped back.

“I’ve been chatting to her friend. Did you know she’s a mermaid too?” Fenrys asked.

“I did not,” Rowan replied flatly.

“Well, she is. And just like your friend here, she’s smoking. You did me a solid favour,” Fenrys went on to say.

Rowan sent his friend a questioning look. “What does that mean?”

Fenrys backed away, shrugging his shoulders and giving Rowan a conspiratorial wink to an unknown conspiracy.

Ivy saved him from being made to suffer through more idiocy, her damp hand patting his forearm where it rested on the top of the fence. “Daddy, I need to ask you something.”

Rowan stepped back so that he could lean down a little closer. “What is it, love?”

“Um, can I… wait. No, can you—“

Ivy’s rambling had him confused but half a second later it was all made clear. A wave of water hit him, drenching his head and arms, the rest of him saved by the protection of the fence. Ivy was caught in it too, but she just cheered and laughed, trying to clap but the floaties on her arms stopped her hands from meeting fully. Rowan wiped the water from his face and saw Aelin swimming away, smiling and sending him a wink. Rowan let out a chuckle at the antics, grinning broadly at the uncontrollable giggles bubbling out of Ivy.

“We got him!” Ivy squealed and then launched herself back in the pool.

He saw on Aelin’s face the mirror of his own lurching gut as Ivy hit the water. She knew how to swim of course, he wasn’t stupid enough to throw her a pool party if she didn’t, but most confidently with assistance. The concern for her safety was hard to shake, and luckily Aelin was right there, arms out to keep the girl’s head well and truly above water.

Rowan had no idea how Aelin was able to do everything she did without sinking to the bottom of the pool. If he had his legs bound together he would not be doing so well. His shirt was clinging to him uncomfortably and decided to change. So he left his daughter to the mermaid, knowing that she was in safe hands. Or maybe that was fins.

~~~~~

Aelin hadn’t expected to have this much fun at a kids birthday party. It might have been because Ivy was just so stinking cute and enthralled by the whole mermaid thing that it was hard not to be infected by it as well. Or it might have been because the pay was just that good it was an immediate mood booster. Aelin had expected it to be the latter, when in fact it was the former.

She had been in the pool for a good two hours, playing around and telling stories. When the kids started to shiver the parents had dutifully begun to dry them off. With the afternoon sun fading behind the clouds it was hard to keep warm, and that included Aelin. Her tail offered no insulation and just made the situation worse. Even though the kids begged for more entertainment while drying off or returning to the poolside, Aelin could feel the goosebumps on her skin even when she tried to ignore them. Soon she would start shivering and she was sure her lips would start turning blue. There was a lull in the activity around her and Aelin looked around for Lysandra or at least Rowan, hoping to flag either one of them down to get some help getting out of the pool.

Neither was within Aelin’s sight, and a shudder went from head to hip, everything lower down completely immobile. She needed to get out of her tail, and fast. Looking around again Aelin spied Ivy talking to a woman sitting on one of the pool chairs. Her brown hair was wavy and her gentle face seemed to hang on every work Ivy said. If Aelin were to hazard a guess, she would say that woman was the girl’s mother.

“Ivy,” Aelin called, her voice catching because she was just that cold. “Hey, Ivy.”

That time Ivy heard her, quickly walking over because she had announced more than once that her father said there was no running around the pool. “Hi, Aelin.”

“Sweetie, I wonder if you could find your dad for me,” Aelin said.

“Yeah, I can.” The little girl was excited and easy to please.

But on the way past the woman stopped Ivy, catching her by the hand. “We should get you dried off for cake.”

Aelin nearly groaned, because that was enough to divert Ivy attention completely. Watching Ivy being led away Aelin started cursing her friend who had somehow entirely disappeared without a trace. She kept looking over the various adults milling around and moving into the semi alfresco dining area readying for cake. Never spotting Lysandra, Aelin eyed the cement around the pool and contemplated the damage to her skin and tail if she had to crawl her way back to the pool house. The children might just die from shock if she stripped off her tail here.

The chorus of ‘happy birthday’ sang out from the house and Aelin peered through the crowd to see Ivy beaming at her expertly mermaid themed decorated cake. This was now ridiculous. Lysandra knew the kid even less than Aelin did, if she was in there singing along and hoping for a slice of cake while she was freezing her tits off out here.

“Where is she?” Aelin muttered as she wrapped her arm around herself.

This silicone tail might be the death of her. All she could do was be resigned to her fate. Aelin zoned out, keeping her body distracted and warm as she could by flicking her tail through the water. The sound of the pool gate creaking had her looking over and found Rowan approaching, a plate in hand.

“I brought you some cake,” he said.

“Thanks,” Aelin replied, voice unsteady.

That was enough to stop Rowan in his tracks, and Aelin watched his eyes dart over her. “You’re blue.”

“It’s turquoise, actually,” Aelin said, pushing a lock of damp hair out of the way.

Rowan put the cake on one of the pool chairs. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. What didn’t you tell me?”

“I tried to send Ivy to you but she got distracted,” she nodded over at the cake. “By cake.”

Rowan just shook his head, motioning for her to get ready to be picked up. Aelin bent her knees the best she could now that her legs were stiff and cold, and let herself be scooped up. He carried her back to the pool house, Aelin holding on tight while there was some awkward manoeuvring around the door handle.

“Where’s best?” Her saviour asked.

Aelin couldn’t stop the whole body shiver. “Uhh, here. I just need to get this tail off.”

Rowan obliged, easing her down onto the couch. It was difficult and awkward but Aelin rolled to the side and started battling with her zipper. Her cold and numb fingers were completely useless, all they did was slip and fumble. When she swore viciously she heard Rowan halt in his exit.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

Aelin gave up and flopped onto her stomach, she had never felt more like a fish in her whole career as a mermaid. “I can’t get out of my godsdamned tail.”

“Oh. Should I go see if I can find your friend?”

“No.” Aelin blurted out, quite loudly and on the wrong side of desperation. She was ready to start begging. “I need it off, now. Can you help me?”

~~~~~

Rowan just stood there, blinking down at the mermaid sprawled out on his couch. He could see goosebumps raised on her exposed skin, she was obviously freezing. The smartest option was to go and find her friend because he had never once in his life removed anything close to this tail. He didn’t know how, didn’t know where to begin.

“I feel like this isn’t a job for me,” Rowan said.

“I feel like a literal popsicle, and I’m not beyond begging right now,” Aelin said, and he swore that her teeth were chattering.

“If you insist,” Rowan said, leaning down and finding the top of the zipper.

It might have been the most impressive zipper he had ever seen, sturdy and strong, it had to be to hold the silicone together. Awkwardly unfortunate for him, it sat tight over her ass and it was hard not to touch it in the process. At least the materials were thick and Rowan told himself that was the firmness he was feeling. He tugged the tail down, but everything came to a rushing stop when he caught sight of what Aelin wore underneath. Peeking through the gap between the zipper sides near the top of her hips was a dark blue thong.

“Is it stuck?” Aelin asked with a glance over her shoulder.

Rowan felt his face flush, only deepening his embarrassment. “Ah, no.”

She laughed, maybe at him, maybe it was the situation. “I’m not shy.”

And by the gods did he believe that. Rowan ignored the flaming in his cheeks and the hint of a broad grin on Aelin’s face as she turned back around. “I’ll, uh… close my eyes then.”

Like he said he would, Rowan kept his eyes closed and let the zipper run its natural course. And then he didn’t know where else he was supposed to try and extract it.

“You have to pull at the hips and then work your way down, then do it all again until it comes all the way off,” she explained.

“Right,” Rowan said. That would be mighty hard to do with his eyes closed.

But Rowan gave it his best effort, fumbling between closed eyes and squinting. When there was a tug that gave way more than he was expecting on instinct his eyes opened, a hand flying out to stop himself from falling right on top of Aelin. His hand was lucky, his eyes not so much. He copped an eyeful.

Just as quickly he shut them, but the damage was done. He wouldn’t be forgetting that sight any time soon. Rowan went back to his task and in the end when she was free enough Aelin ended up kicking the tail off herself. Respectfully he kept his eyes down, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“There’s a shower you can use, it’ll get you warmed up,” he offered. “There’s clean towels and everything in there.”

“Thank you,” Aelin said.

Rowan left her to it, and even though she’d undoubtedly take a shower he was still concerned. Back inside the party had died down, mainly just family remaining, so he went to the kitchen and turned the kettle on. While that boiled he went upstairs and retrieved a hoodie. The day had started out fairly warm but without the sun the atmosphere had begun to chill. If she didn’t bring anything with her she’d just catch te cold again.

By the time he got back down to the kitchen the kettle was done and he filled a mug with water, along with grabbing a few selections of teas. No one noticed him leave and head back to the pool house. Most thankfully Ivy remained oblivious. She was better off not knowing Aelin was out there un-mermaidified and the magic be ruined at the end of such a perfect day.

Rowan knocked and heard a faint Come in. Aelin was sitting on the couch, dressed in leggings and a loose shirt. She was drying her hair with a towel, looking much better than she had a few minutes before.

“I brought you some tea,” Rowan said, gesturing to the mug. “And a jumper if you needed it.”

“Thank you.” Aelin took both and slipped the hoodie right over her head. The hood caught on her head and the rest of the fabric drowned her. But she at least looked warm and content.

Rowan offered the teabags and Aelin took a few moments to decide. She picked and dropped the bag into the awaiting water.

“You did a great job today,” Rowan offered. “Although you didn’t have to go as one as you did.”

Aelin picked up the string and bobbed the tea bag up and down. “How could I not? Ivy was having such a good time.”

“Still, it wasn’t something to risk your health over.”

“Not the worst situation I’ve been in,’ Aelin said, taking a sip of her tea and sighed.

The door opened suddenly and for one sickening moment Rwan thought Ivy might have tracked him down. But instead it was Lysandra, turning up from who knew where to finally help out her friend.

“Where have you been?” Aelin demanded, putting down her tea.

Lysandra gave a noncommittal twist of her shoulders. “Here and there.”

“I nearly died,” Aelin said drastically.

Lysandra actually shot Rowan before looking back at Aelin. “I am sure that’s not what happened.”

“You know what?” Rowan said, cutting through the building tension. “Why don’t I keep an eye out and you guys can head off?”

“Great idea,” Aelin said, putting her mug on the low table and pointing a damning finger at her friend. “If you think you’re getting a cut of the money you’re severely mistaken. You did nothing for me today.”

Lysandra actually laughed at her friend’s theatrics and Rowan decided this would be the best time to leave. He went and stood by the corner of the pool fence where he had a good view of anyone who might be coming outside. It wasn’t long before Aelin and Lysandra left the pool house, a hissed conversation passing between them as they headed for the side gate. Just before disappearing around the side of the house aelin stopped, giving him a broad smile and a wave. Waving back, he had to admit that he was sorry they hadn;t had more time to chat.

As Rowan watched her disappear from sight he was disappointed that he didn’t have another excuse to see Aelin again. Maybe he would have to take another trip to the aquarium just to see what might happen next if he by pure chance she was there too.

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I’m currently in a quirky hotel room and posting from my iPad so I’m not even going to attempt the disaster that is tagging at the moment.

#To the very excited anon #Work was way busier than I expected today #But here it is!

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I am loving the AU, though I am most curious. How is Leshy and Heleks' time in the cult? Did they make any friends among the Followers?

Sweet and open to change, Leshy made friends with the followers pretty easily.

The followers have been waiting for him, the first of the four bishops, to come, and as soon as he was left all by himself, they started shyly approaching him one by one, trying to make a conversation. They reminded him of his own cult, in a way.

The followers like Leshy for his niceness, and because he knows lots of interesting fairy tales made up by the Green Crown cult. They were more than glad to help Lamb pave stone pathways through the main areas of the camp, to help Leshy navigate more easily.

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Heket was nothing like Leshy. She wouldn't want to talk to anyone even if she could.

She was willing to tolerate Lamb, but she always looked down on his followers, finding them dumb, and wouldn't talk to Narinder or the children at all. She preferred to silently isolate herself in her tent, and everyone was quick to learn to just leave her be - at least, for now.

Leshy was the only person she would enjoy spending time with, even though they couldn't communicate directly. Leshy would talk, and Heket would listen. She never understood how he could be so friendly to those stupid followers.

It was through signing that Heket first willingly started making contact with the cult inhabitants. Lamb held study sessions for all of his followers, teaching them words in the follower sign language - before every single one he would borrow the book from Heket and note down a few signs from it. The frog herself would never attend the sessions, preferring to study in solitude. Still, whenever she had to leave her safe corner to, for example, grab her dinner, she could notice the change. The followers of all ages, even the kids, all of them knew how to sign. Just the basic, simple things - short study sessions were way less effective than learning on your own for a while - but they would always do their best to sign as they speak, if it were possible.

One day she asked Lamb, "Why do they sign when speaking to each other?" Lamb smiled, and said, "I asked them to do that. It was Narinder's idea. It's great for practice, and this way, everyone", he made a pause, "would always be able to understand their conversations". Heket nodded. It was actually a pretty good idea, she thought.

Lamb was really going out of his way to make it easier for Kallamar to adjust. She wasn't even doubting that her cowardly brother would choose to stay here - it would be very like him. Seeing all the effort the Lamb's cult was putting in, just for her and her family who they didn't even know, she couldn't entirely hate them.

When she started playing music, it made her the center of attention. She wasn't doing anything spectacular, still the followers who heard music for the first time would compliment her performance and ask if they can try playing the instruments, too. And when that happened, she started responding to them.

A few months later, she's still looking down on the followers, but now she has a few nice acquaintances, which some may even dare to call "friends"… That is among the smarter ones, of course.

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But we aren't there yet. Right now it's just her, her tambourine and mildly irritating small talk with mildly irrintating followers.

#baabaa kids ask #cult of the baabaa kids #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl bishops #cotl relics of the old faith #cotl heket #cotl leshy #cotl au #cotl follower #i hope i didnt miss typos #ive been waiting to post this today but i kinda got distracted and now im hurried to SLEEP #the skrunklies

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To Touch Fate

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason attempts to settle down in Southern Italy and live a civilian life.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Terry McGinnis, Matt McGinnis

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Angst, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd is a Father, Terry McGinnis is Batman, Retirement, Future Fic, Major Original Character(s)

Chapter One: Springtime

Jason met the love of his life in Lecce, Italy, while he was in between missions. She'd walked out of the florist's with a small bunch of cornflowers and bluebells. She smelled of fresh flowers and citrus perfume. Jason sat in front of a fountain outside the shop, watching the sunset. She sat next to him, crossing her legs and nodding. Jason grinned as he held back his laugh. "Are you on holiday?" she asked in Italian. Jason nodded. "Then these are for you." She gave him the bouquet, and he looked over at her.

"Oh, I'm afraid I didn't get you anything," Jason joked. They shared a laugh, and he introduced himself. "Are you on holiday?"

She shook her head and threw a coin in the fountain. "I live here," she answered, "I'm Noemi. Are you an American boxer?"

Jason shook his head. "Not quite," he whispered. Noemi studied him with her dark yet welcoming eyes, and he stared back with a curiosity he hadn't felt in years. She didn't pry, and her stare felt more like an invitation than an intrusion. He reached over and dusted a loose seed of amaranth off her eyebrow with his thumb. "Sorry." She grabbed his hand and held his palm to her cheek. Before he could think, he kissed her. He pulled back and opened his mouth to apologize, but she kissed him back.

Jason hadn't entertained the thought of romance in so long, let alone the idea of a springtime romance in Italy. They pulled away and started laughing. "How long will you be in Lecce?" Noemi asked in English.

Jason found himself entranced by her gentle gaze. He started to notice the bits of grey in her hair. "Three days, maybe more," Jason whispered. His voice was far away.

"That just so happens to line up with my days off... Hopefully, you'll have time to go to dinner with me," Noemi suggested. He grinned. It'd been a while since Jason had been on a date, but she was so forward and captivating that he couldn't refuse.

He nodded, and they exchanged numbers. "What do you like to eat?" Jason asked.

"There's a small restaurant not far from here. My friend is the owner," Noemi whispered.

Jason stood up and took her hand. "Lead the way," Jason whispered. Noemi grinned, and they took a stroll down the brick-paved street. The street lights started to come on as it got darker and darker outside. "You're very straightforward, you know," Jason whispered. Noemi chuckled.

"I had a feeling that you didn't care much for small talk, and in my line of work, I find it's much easier to get straight to the point," Noemi replied. She swung Jason's hand back and forth as they walked.

Jason smiled. "What do you do?" Jason questioned.

"I'm a trauma surgeon," Noemi answered, "So, most of my relationships don't last... Mostly because surgery doesn't make for a good dinner conversation."

"Well, I'm not squeamish. I've seen everything in my line of work," Jason replied. She looked up at him.

"And what is that exactly?" Noemi questioned.

"I'm a bit of a vigilante in the states," Jason confessed. She grinned and chuckled. "What?" he laughed.

"It makes sense, but why would you tell me that?” she laughed. Jason shrugged and playfully bumped into her.

“I don’t know… I guess it doesn’t matter because you wouldn’t know who I was anyway,” Jason confessed.

She nodded and squeezed his hand as they approached the restaurant. “Before we go in, the owner will ask if you’re Tuscan. Even if you are, just say no,” Noemi warned, “If you’re salt-and-pepper now, you’ll be old and grey by the time we leave the restaurant.”

“Alright, and fair warning. I don’t drink much. I’ll probably have two glasses of whatever you’re having, but that’s as good as it gets,” Jason replied.

Noemi stopped in her tracks and made a joking expression of offense. “I would never get you drunk to make you divulge all your deepest darkest secrets,” Noemi whispered, “That’s what breakfast is for.”

Jason smirked. “We’ll see,” Jason whispered as he opened the door for her.

They were immediately greeted by a well-dressed older man. “Ahh! Principessa, how are you?” he asked as he kissed her cheek, and she returned the favor. He shook Jason’s hand. “Are you Tuscan?” the man questioned Jason, still holding onto his hand. Jason shook his head. Noemi whispered something in the man’s ear, and he nodded as he led them to a candlelit table. “Blanc sauvignon? And don’t worry about dinner. It’s on the house.”

“Yes, thank you,” Noemi whispered, and she ordered dinner for both of them. “Jason, do you have a preference for different kinds of pasta ?”

Jason shook his head and let her order while he unwrapped the breadsticks. She took one and took small bites after the man left. “So, is surgery your passion?” Jason questioned in English. Noemi chewed faster and shook her head.

“Actually, no. I wanted to be a sculptor,” Noemi answered, “I never planned on being a doctor, let alone a surgeon.”

“What changed things for you?” Jason asked.

Noemi waited for the wine to come to the table, and she poured their glasses. She took a sip of wine and a deep breath before whispering, “My parents were decapitated in front of me when I was a child.”

Jason set his wine glass down and looked at her, his expression pained as he asked, “How old were you?”

“I was seven,” Noemi whispered, “I know it sounds strange, but I-.”

“It doesn’t sound strange to me at all. I’m sorry about your parents,” Jason whispered. She took another sip of wine and closed her eyes.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up… It's weird to tell someone I just met something so morbid,” Noemi apologized, “Have you ever been married?”

“No,” Jason replied, “And you don’t have to apologize. It’s just a shock. You seem so-.”

“If you say well-adjusted, I’m going to scream,” Noemi interrupted, and Jason laughed and shook his head.

“I was going to say un-traumatized,” Jason replied weakly. Noemi laughed at him and watched as he took a sip of wine. “I think we were meant to meet.”

Noemi raised her brow and poured more wine into her glass. “How so?” she asked.

“I can’t explain it, but it feels right… Like fate,” Jason whispered.

A waiter came with their food, and they both said thank you. Jason was pleasantly surprised by the way Noemi dug into her food. She looked at him and awkwardly finished chewing. “Open your mouth and close your eyes,” Noemi commanded as Jason ate his pasta. He looked into her eyes and raised his brow. “Trust me. Open your mouth and close your eyes.” Jason obeyed, and she spoon-fed him potatoes and octopus in broth. Jason chewed the food and opened his eyes.

Jason made a soft noise and took a sip of wine. “Oh, that’s good. What is it?” Jason questioned.

“It’s a Catalonian dish. Octopus stew,” Noemi replied, “Do you want more?”

“Sure,” Jason whispered. She blew on the spoon and gave him another bite. Noemi giggled, and he returned the favor by offering her a forkful of his seafood pasta. She accepted, and they both laughed.

They ate and talked for what felt like hours, and near the close of their meal, Jason finished his second glass of wine. He took a sip of water, grabbed his bouquet, and offered to walk her home because he wasn't ready to go to the hotel alone. Noemi held his hand as they left the restaurant, and she led him to her villa. When they arrived, they lingered, still talking as if neither one wanted to say goodbye. “Would you like to stay for breakfast?”

“Is this an invitation to spend the night?” Jason questioned. She rolled her eyes and took hold of his shirt as she led him into her home, but they didn’t make love. No. They fell asleep on a sectional in her living room while the tv played softly in the background. It was the best night of sleep he'd had in years. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. To Jason, Noemi was springtime.

#fic #to touch fate fic #batfam #batman beyond au #Jason Todd #Original Character(s)#Bruce Wayne #Terry McGinnis #Matt McGinnis #OC: Noemi DIallo #Angst #Jason Todd-centric #Jason Todd is a Father #Terry McGinnis is Batman #Retirement #Future Fic #Major Original Character(s)#Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

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rottenjudgemcnt · 2 years

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@blaiselumiere

He’d asked of her more than she thought she was worth. Meg wasn’t the girl you introduce to the people you love, she’s the one you only see on weekends in a dimly lit bar and might get the chance to take home after then never hear from her again. That’s what she was good at, that was the easy stuff. Blaise had made it clear from the beginning that wasn’t what he wanted from her and she was still trying to figure out why. She had questioned it before but his answers didn’t make since. Meg was bad news, had been from the moment they met, and it never phased him. Not that he was a saint but she knew her past was one paved in blood that she never wanted to get on his hands.

Since he’d asked she’d been quiet, knowing he probably wasn’t happy about it. She wasn’t surprised when he showed up at her favorite bar that night. In fact, a part of her kind of hoped he would. Meg struggled to reach out but when he showed up it was easier to start a conversation. “What? Are you stalking me now?” She said, going up to him as he stood at the bar. “I’m actually just on my way out if you want to come with. Might grab a slice on my way home.” As much as she wanted to be outright about what she wanted, it felt harder when she knew what baggage came with it. After all this time she still didn’t feel good enough for the love he gave her. She knew she didn’t deserve it.

#chat ;; blaise

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What are your 5 favorite FE maps? Be it for story, gameplay, or anything else.

That's quite a difficult question, both because there's so many of them to choose from and because it can be hard to compare maps from different games especially when there are different design philosophies, ex. how most of FE4's maps are a slog to play through but are fantastic in terms of laying out the game's broad narrative. Still, in no particular order:

Genealogy of the Holy War Chapter 5

On the subject of FE4, the atmosphere of Chapter 5 absolutely sells it, full of mounting dread and a sort of fatalism that one rarely sees in FE or in a lot of video games for that matter. The massacre of the knights of Leonster and Quan and Ethlyn's deaths play out as a part of regular gameplay, with no way for the player to intervene in time, and the chapter hits you over and over again with every conquered castle and anxious character conversation and the inevitable barbecue that Sigurd is marching toward. The pacing slows to a crawl in the middle because desert maps are terrible, but like I said this is mostly about the story and atmosphere. Chapter 5 is the one that makes me most skeptical of IS remaking FE4, because of how much it conflicts with the philosophy of never allowing the player to feel too bad. Watch them add an Avatar who figures out Arvis's plan but sticks around anyway until Sigurd sends them to follow Oifey and Shannan at the last minute, paving the way for them to be playable again at the start of Gen 2.

Fates Revelation Chapter 21

Revelation's numerous gimmick maps miss more often than they hit, but this one is fairly interesting with tiles that shift enemies between promoted and unpromoted forms. There's some fun tactical potential here, especially as you can use a Dragon Vein to swap the tile effects, and it's more memorable fun than the route's awkward attempts at platforming or a stealth mission lifted from Path of Radiance or...God, that snow level....

Blazing Blade Chapter 26x (Eliwood)/28x (Hector)

Sonia is one of my favorite FE antagonists, because she's just so delightfully evil even as I'm fairly indifferent to her woobie of an adopted daughter. This map is sort of a take on a water dungeon concept, with platforms that sink and rise every few turns. It can be a headache to navigate, especially as Sonia is one of those bosses that spams long-range magic, but it's generally not too difficult to figure out unless you're actually trying to use Nino. The ending is great too, with the reveal that Sonia was a morph all along and didn't realize it.

Three Houses Crimson Flower Chapter 17

FE16's map design is overall unremarkable, so on the basis of character work alone it was either this or the non-CF battle in Enbarr for its Ferdibert boss conversation. This one took the prize though, because 1) that boss conversation requires me to be using Ferdinand, whereas the Dimidue death scene can be triggered by anyone, 2) that's just one line, and while it does provide the energy for the ship's Wicked parallel that the voice actors took advantage of that's nothing compared to a dialogue scene that's so gay that it had to be laid over a black screen because any visual would completely obliterate all attempts to no homo Dimitri and Dedue's relationship, and 3) unlike every other instance of optional character moments in battles I can think of in this game, getting the Dimidue death scene actually makes the map easier as you don't have to fight Dedue as a Crest Beast. That's some good gameplay and (very gay) story integration right there.

Radiant Dawn Part 3 Endgame

Desperately needs the option to skip enemy and NPC phases, but it's got a feeling of dread and inevitability similar to FE4 Chapter 4 thanks to the ominous counter in the corner of the screen that goes up whenever any unit is defeated. It's complicated and sprawling and I've seen this map play out in all sorts of ways based on what the AI decides to do, and the enemies can be quite difficult too and make it tough to rush ahead and treat this like a rout map. Then the counter gets to 80 and the map just...ends, and so does the world sort of. The first time you play through it without knowing what's coming up it can all be pretty jarring.

#Fire Emblem

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t1deleuthera-blog · 1 year

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The Subaltern Speak but we don't listen

In 1988, groundbreaking Indian-American author Gayatri Spivak published her most well-known essay, “Can the Subaltern Speak," which explored the difficulty of those who live on the periphery of academia in the global north to be heard. In this essay, she claims that knowledge is never innocent; it always has an economic role to play because it is written in the interest of those writing it, who are western academics. This essay has paved the way for a new conversation about post colonialism and the impact academia has on the global south.

Author Jean Franco, when writing about Spivak's essay in her peice "Moving on From Subalternity, Indigenous Women in Guatemala and Mexico," discusses a famous account dictated by a subaltern woman, Rigoberta Menchú, now a Nobel peace prize winner. Menchú gave a testimonial account to biographer Elizabeth Burgos about her life as an indigenous woman during the Guatemalan Civil War, which saw the massacre of 100,000 indigenous people and the burning of 450 villages. The book titled "I, Rigoberta Menchú" became popular after its publication in English in 1984. Franco argues that the reason it became popular in academia was that "after it appeared on a Stanford University syllubus; it was invoked as a source of inspiration by guilt-tripped academics and claimed as a teaching tool in an effort to increase U.S. student awareness of other culture, as an ethical example and as a challenge to literary studies that had suppressed orality" (pg. 214) As a student at American University, I even had to read some of this book for my Latin American History and Culture class. The book is terribly heartbreaking and personal. It gives the reader an in-depth first-hand account of the individual tragedies that happened to Menchú, but also a history of the civil war and indigenous movements. One of the leaders of this movement was Rigoberta Menchú's father. He was killed in the 1980 Burning of the Spanish Embassy, seen as one of the defining moments in the Guatemalan civil war. I find that it is difficult for people to remember dates and ideas, but give them a story and they will hold on to it dearly and remember it easier. The book had a personal impact on me and the other students in my class, I'm sure, along with the hundreds of thousands of college and high school kids who have read the book in their classes. That is why I was livid upon hearing my Latin America professor tell us that a U.S. academic, David Stoll, refuted Menchú's story and claimed she had lied.

Franco’s essay’s works cited section names pieces such as “The Pitiful Lies of Rigoberta Menchú,” which appeared respectively in El Periódico de Guatemala and the Spanish newspaper El País, reprinted in Arias, The Rigoberta Menchú Controversy” regarding discussions of writers who were of the opinion that Menchu is lying all of whom got their information from Stoll. David Stoll, a professor at Middlebury College’s Department of Anthropology, even went so far as to go to Guatemala to investigate her story personally. Even if Rigoberta Menchú did not experience every single detail of her book personally, she herself states, “I’d like to stress that it's not only my life, it’s also the testimony of my people.”

I argue that David Stoll’s refutation of her story goes to show that when the subaltern speaks, even if it is dictated by a western academic (which Spivak would argue that Menchu is not actually getting a chance to speak because her words are being corrupted by a Western scribe), she still won’t be heard, or, at least, it will be more difficult for her to be believed. The reason for this relates back to the reasons Spivak argued that subalterns are not listened to in the first place because the divisions of race, class, and gender make it so difficult for a poor brown woman to be heard.

Franco argues, and I concur that Menchú has had to shift from subaltern to political activist and public intellectual. Menchú has certainly moved into the field of international activism not only for indigenous people around the world but for economic inequality and climate change.

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How An Electrician Can Upgrade Your Home To Modern Living

Step into the future with a home that embraces modern living at its finest, where convenience and innovation intertwine seamlessly. Imagine a living space that not only reflects your personality but also embraces cutting-edge technology to simplify your daily routines. It's time to meet your home's ally in transformation - the electrician.

This unsung hero of modernisation possesses the power to elevate your humble abode into a smart sanctuary.

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Embrace the possibilities, as we delve into the realm of electrifying upgrades, paving the way to the ultimate modern living experience.

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Source :- https://prokopelecaus.blogspot.com/2023/08/how-electrician-can-upgrade-your-home.html

#electrician Richmond #electrician Burwood #electrician Seaford

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libra man gemini woman

Libra Man And Gemini Woman: Nature Of Bonding This combination of sun signs comprises of two Air elements, which makes this relationship a bit more interesting than the others, making sure that the Libra man Gemini woman love compatibility will definitely work on their favour.

People who are ruled by the Air element in astrology are usually very intellectual individuals. They are sharp-witted and, have the tendency to learn and grasp things really quickly.

The Libra man is ruled by the planet of Venus, also known as the Goddess of love and beauty, deals with all the matters related to love and money. It signifies qualities of being romantic, sensible, compassionate and lovable.

On the other hand, the Gemini woman is ruled by the planet of Mercury, which is also known as the Messenger of Gods, and represents qualities related to effective communication of one’s opinions and ideas in the day to day life. He is thus good in expressing his feelings.

The Gemini woman is fun-loving and is quite intelligent in nature. She is also very thoughful and sometimes sensitive.

The Libra man is very affectionate, warm-hearted and lovable in nature. As he is ruled by the Goddess of Love, he is very optimistic and romantic as well.

Thus, there is a great possibility for the Libra man Gemini woman compatibility tp pave its way, into a beautiful relationship.

Libra Man And Gemini Woman: The Love Affair An extra ordinary love affair can be expected between the Libra male and Gemini female.

Both the Libra man and Gemini woman share a lot of things in common as far as the characteristics are concerned, that is, they do have a lot of things in common which helps them share a great relationship together.

The same reason, of these two individuals being similar, can also create a lot of problems for them as well which may have a negative impact on the Libra man and Gemini woman love compatibility.

The Libra man and Gemini woman understand each other, show a lot of empathy, may help one another in achieving their dreams, reciprocate well and also stick around when one needs the other.

This makes them comprehend with one another very easily, forming a great bond in the future.

Both Libra and Gemini despise messy and littered places. They want things to be in order and well maintained. They adore beautiful things and appreciate them as well.

Thus, it is obvious, that they may have a great bonding and also share a lot of things in common which will make the relationship quite compatible.

Libra man and Gemini woman: Level of understanding As both the Libra man and Gemini woman have a lot in similar, it becomes easier for them to blend well.

But there may be instances where they might quarrel or have heated conversations, with differences in their opinions.

As the Gemini woman is quite witty in nature, she may use a lot of sarcasm which the Libra man would not like in an argument. The Libra man may sound as if he is guilt-free but that may not be the case, all the time.

The Libra man also tends to understand, the sometimes restless Gemini woman, who likes to spend time alone with herself, though he will be able to explain her what the advantages and disadvantages are, for the same.

Both the Libra male and Gemini female will share a great relationship in bed as both of them are Air signs. They will be very much emotionally attached in the process of making love with one another.

They do understand the need for sexual intimacy, but they wont consider it as the most prior thing. They will indulge in a lot of romantic love, as Libra is very romantic and the Gemini is very sensitive.

There seems to be a very mystical chemistry between the two air signs as far as romance and sensuality is concerned, making the Libra man and Gemini woman compatibility to lead them into a successful relationship.

Libra Man And Gemini Woman: Benefits And Challenges Inspite of them sharing a great partnership with one another, there are differences in their opinions where they might not agree upon, creating a sort of a clash in the Libra man compatibility with Gemini woman.

The Gemini female may take help of little lies to prove her point of view and understanding of a certain situation, at certain times as per Gemini traits.

The Libra male has to comprehend with her rather than rejecting her beliefs, if they are not on the same page. He also has to let her have her own space, time and give her the freedom she wants to explore.

The Gemini female is someone who often drifts away in her wonderland full of passion and excitement which the male Libra may not admire. He will demand her to be more sensible and logical, the way he is.

Thus, even though there are some differences between them, the compatibility of Libra man and Gemini woman will flourish for sure, if they take care of each other in the zodiac sign relationship compatibility.

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terry-perry · 2 years

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When I Fall in Love

Pairing: Foster Dad!Steve Rogers x Foster Daughter!Raeder, Past Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter (mentioned), Platonic Peggy Carter x Reader

Request: @maximeevansblog “The reader is the daughter of Steve Rogers, and she meets Peggy Carter and the reader asks Peggy for love advice?”

You heard many stories about her. Both from the museum and your foster dad, Steve Rogers. To see Peggy Carter in the actual flesh felt like meeting a celebrity. In a way, she was due to how she founded S.H.I.E.L.D. and helped pave the way for women in the military and even the super spy world.

Steve himself liked that the two of you were getting along. You were shy, at first, to meet her when he brought you to the nursing home. All Peggy needed to do was show that sweet smile of hers to get you to feel at ease and start a conversation with her. You had a lot of questions, of course, of who your dad was back then that she happily told you, much to his embarrassment. What overshadowed it though was his fondness of the fact that his two best girls were getting along.

When Peggy had a small coughing fit, it got Steve up to fill the glass on her bedside table. Only to find her pitcher empty and going to find a nurse. You stayed behind to calm her down, but as soon as Steve made his exit, she put a stop to it and gave you a reassuring smile.

"He was always such a worrywart," she said, her eyes on the doorway to make sure he was gone. She then reverted her attention to a confused you. "I just wanted a moment alone with you, my dear,"

"Me?" You asked. "But why?"

"My mind isn't what it used to be, but I still know when someone is keeping something to themselves."

You had no choice but to give an almost silent chuckle in amusement. "Dad said you were always good at reading people."

"Something I'm doing my best to hold onto," her smile turned soft as she continued to look at you. Wanting you to be more assured that everything was okay. "You don't need to tell me what's going on with you. But you know you can. Sometimes it's easier to share things with others you hardly know than with a parent. And if it helps, there's a chance I'll forget we had this conversation."

You didn't want to laugh at that last statement, but felt it was another attempt to put you at ease. She seemed to have a good way to do so right from the moment you came in. You might as well give it a shot since it was something on your mind for a good while.

"It's nothing bad," you started with a sigh. "But the thing is...there's something about me that no one knows about. Not even Dad. He's amazing, and a part of me knows he'd be okay with it, but...it's too big a secret I've held onto. I wouldn't know how to come out with it."

"Have you considered just doing that?" She suggested. "Coming out with it?"

"Many times," you said, beginning to choke up a little. "Easier in theory."

"Some secrets are, unfortunately." She mustered up some strength to reach out and hold your hand. Giving it a tight squeeze when she saw the tears fighting to fall down. "Take all the time you need. It's yours to share. And I hope you can forgive an old woman for prying."

It was your turn to give a smile to let her know that everything was okay. "There's nothing to forgive. You were sweet listening. Thank you."

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Steve had returned with the water but had stopped outside the room. His super hearing made him hear the two of you and had him wonder what exactly was going on. But judging from the tones, he felt it best not to dwell on it too much. Peggy was already doing her best to give her own motherly advice on whatever it was troubling you. It seemed to do the trick, so far. You'd tell him when the time came.

#Steve Rogers #x reader #daughter!reader #peggy carter #steve rogers x reader #steggy #steve x peggy #steve rogers imagine #request #peggy carter x reader #oneshot #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #MCU #mcu au #MCU fanfiction #mcu imagine

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the-hopefulpenguin · 3 years

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Kuvira Beifong, RCPD

What if Lin adopted Kuvira, rather than Su? An old snippet I unearthed!

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Kuvira did not believe in wasting time. She had been on Air Temple Island for an hour, and had already spoken with the White Lotus guards about the security arrangements, commandeering a side room - once used by the Air Acolytes, she thought - to go over charts and maps of RCPD rapid response units, evacuation plans, and fall back positions. They had proven welcoming in a professional sense, and she had been glad of that. Protocol was an easy battlefield.

With that concluded, she made pains to introduce herself to Tenzin’s family. He hadn’t specifically said she could do such a thing, but it was only sensible. The orphanage had taught her that much. Human terrain was critical and with so few people living here, that meant personal relationships.

She spoke in turn with Pema - a kind woman who did not precisely match the scathing comments Lin had occasionally levied; Tenzin’s eldest, Jinora - who had been reading The Romance of Yokoya and had engaged Kuvira in an interesting discussion on the impacts of Avatar Szeto’s reforms on the Fire Nation clan system; and the youngest, Meelo. That last had actually plummeted upon her from a balcony and mounted an impromptu interrogation.

With those seen to, she supposed she would have to talk to the Avatar. Lin’s report had been scathing as to the girl’s naivety. Then again, Kuvira thought as she mounted the steps towards where Pema had told her the Avatar was training, her mother was hardly ever impressed with anything.

She reached the top of the steps into the cliff-side courtyard and was almost immediately flattened by a boulder.

The mass cannoned in her direction at immense speed, a pebble thrown by an angry god. A half-second of warning. For her? Enough. She dropped smoothly into her stance and pushed out with her hands, the chi flowing out and through. The boulder veered from her, slowing as it did into an arc. She gestured again, sharply. It tore itself apart into a dozen fist-sized rocks, ready to be hurled back at any aggressor.

A figure in blue tunic ran towards her. She examined it in a glance. Female, 5’6, 5’7. Brown skin. Muscular. She blinked, reconsidering. Very muscular. Hair in Southern Water Tribe fashion. Earthbending. Avatar Korra. The impromptu weapons clattered from the air onto the smooth stone paving of the courtyard.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there at all, are you alright?” asked the incarnation of a thousand generations of heroes in a landslide of gabble, skidding to a halt in front of Kuvira, the pelt about her waist flapping as she did. She looked her over, taking in the uniform, and her eyes narrowed, voice dripped suspicion. “What does Beifong want now?”

There were, Kuvira knew, a number of ways to respond to the situation. But anything aside from the most neutral could inflame things. And the Avatar was an unknown quantity. “It’s an honour to meet you, Avatar Korra,” she said, bowing in the most formal style, hands clasped together over her chest. “I’m Kuvira Beifong. I’ve been assigned as your liaison officer to the RCPD.”

“Liaison officer?” Korra said, her tone not unlike a man holding a venomous snake by the tail. “That sounds…permanent.”

She had expected something like this might happen, and had an explanation ready. “Only for the duration of your stay in Republic City. Chief Beifong believes you may benefit from a police officer who can assist you in any law enforcement activity you decide to conduct, as well as serve as a point of contact to the RCPD.” Lin’s actual explanation had been longer and included substantially more emotive language. Kuvira had decided not to include that part.

Korra folded her arms across her chest, face painted in an expression of frankly mulish defiance. “And what makes Beifong think I need that?”

“You did break four laws in your fight with the Triads,” Kuvira said. She could see Korra bridling at that, and went on to explain in as unhurried a fashion as she could manage, as if that was always how she had intended the conversation to proceed. “Helping those people was the right thing, and I can you avoid any complications which could stop you in the future.”

“She could just leave me alone.”

“That wouldn’t be possible, politically,” said Kuvira, trying not to be impolitic. What had the White Lotus been teaching her?

“How?” she asked, frustration in every syllable. “How is doing the right thing so difficult?”

“I - “ Korra began, clenching her fists - and then relaxing them again with a sigh, eyes downcast for a moment. “I hate it, but you’re right. Okay. What does this involve, specifically?”

“I have briefing material on legislation relevant to citizen arrests for you to read at your leisure, Avatar Korra.”

The Avatar looked for all the world as if she’d waded into an uncleaned ostrich-horse pen. “You don’t need to call me Avatar Korra all the time. Korra is fine. Unless you have a thing about titles? I mean, you call your mom by her rank so -”

“Something I’ve chosen to do while on police business. It retains an important separation.” Kuvira said, cutting in. Partially true. Easier than the whole truth. She’d had her fair share of practice at the deflection in the locker rooms and on patrol, from stupid rookies. Not that the Avatar is a stupid rookie she reminded herself. Even if she seems to enjoy sounding like one.

“Okay,” Korra continued. “So with the laws, can you just give me a quick rundown? What do I need to know so I don’t get yelled at by your mom again?”

Kuvira blinked in mostly concealed surprise for the second time in as many minutes. She had thought this would be a signal honour, or at least an interesting assignment. But Avatar Korra appeared to be little more than a guileless smile wrapped around an undeserved inheritance. Undoubtedly a capable bender. But that didn’t make up for…everything else.

“I’ll get a one page brief to you. But so long as you’re with me, I can handle all the arrests.”

“Awesome,” Korra said, briskly. “Is there anything else I need to know right now or can I get back to practice?”

There were half a dozen things relevant to her immediate needs Kuvira ought to have raised, and half a hundred questions she wanted to ask unrelated to that, and one look at the Avatar’s expression showed clearly that the audience was at an end. She’d seen that expression before, too. Not for some years, though.

So instead of saying anything, she just nodded. “Of course, Korra. I don’t want to interrupt you.” And then she left.

She really hoped Baatar had an appetite for ranting. Her next letter was likely to be quite voluble.

#rcpd #rcpd kuvira #kuvira #baavira #korvira #well ish #lin beifong #TLOK #lok fanfic #my writing

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notbleachtea · 3 years

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Birthday Night

With my birthday coming up I had some ideas in my head lol.

Word Count: 2000

SFW fluff and angst

Just wanted to post this already so if you like it any want me to continue a not sfw version, let me know!

Legend:

Joseph, Kakyoin, Polnareff, Avdol, Reader, Jotaro

It’s been a couple of weeks now since you’ve started this journey with the others. You were just glad they agreed to let you join them so you could pay back DIO for trying to control you by implanting a flesh bud in your brain. Your 18th birthday was fast approaching, only a few days away, but you really didn’t want to make a big deal of it. There were more important things on the agenda and you didn’t want to waste their time. You thought about telling Jotaro but you didn't want to make things uncomfortable between the two of you. You didn't really know where you stood with him. You talked to him all the time, but it seemed he never made any moves.

Things have been kind of slow this week and you all had some free time on your hands. You just went along with Jotaro wherever he wanted to go and the others all pretended they had other things that they wanted to check out. Once you two were gone…

“So tomorrow is y/n’s birthday.”

“How’d you figure that one out?”

“Well when we first encountered her I asked the SWF to run a background check on her and I noticed her birthday was fast approaching.”

“Oui! We should do something as a thank you!”

“What do you think she would want?”

They all smirk and look at each other.

“Heh, Jotaro.”

“You don’t say?”

“Isn't it obvious she's fallen for him? And I'm damn near certain he's taken a liking to her, I've never heard him talk half as much.”

“So let's set them up on a date! We could trick Jotaro into admitting his feelings for y/n.”

“How do you suppose we do that?”

The gang discusses possible scenarios before deciding what was best. They all went out shopping for presents while you were still out with Jotaro. They went to countless stores to pick out the best outfit they could for you. After much deliberation, they all agreed on the perfect set. They were so excited to shower you with gifts and celebratory smiles. They needed this. The journey has already been so difficult, they just needed a small chance to cheer up.

“Okay everyone, let's rest up here tonight, we've got a big day tomorrow.”

You go along just thinking tomorrow will be another long day of travel. You were ready for some much needed sleep.

Usually you share a room with one of the guys, but for some reason they put you up in your own room for the time being. It was kind of nce to have a little bit of peace and quiet.

The following morning you wake up, a little sad to be honest. It's your big day after all and you have no one to knowingly share it with. Maybe some breakfast with the boys will cheer you up.

Once the six of you all gathered around the table, Joseph stood up to make an announcement.

“It's been a tough journey so far, but who doesn't like to have a little fun?”

“Good grief old man, stop wasting our time already.”

“So as a thank you y/n, we all decided to pick you up a gift for your birthday.”

Jotaro quickly tries to cover his eyes with his hat, but not before you could see the oh shit look he put on.

Polnareff gifts you a pair of gorgeous black heels with gold accessories.

“My oh my y/n these would look so amazing on your already lustrous legs.”

Avdol picked out a matching black and gold crossbody handbag so you can pair the two.

“It’s much easier to keep all the things you need most nearby in this y/n”

Kakyoin was excited to give you his gift next, which was a small bottle of strawberry perfume and a tube of lipgloss in the matching flavor.

Joseph was last to pick up a box. He handed it to you with such a mischievous smile, he could hardly wait for you to open it.

“It’s gorgeous Mr. Joestar! I really don’t deserve this.”

“It was no trouble at all y/n! You fight so hard and you only turn 18 once. I really insist.”

You can see that there are no other boxes left around the table with just Jotaro left sitting in silence.

After a little bit of small talk it seems like everyone is ready to go back to their rooms for the day and get ready.

“Why don't you try on all that new stuff for us y/n? I'm sure that'd cheer everyone up a bit.”

Only moments after getting back to your room you heard a knock on your door. You walk over and look out the peephole, you only see a tall broad chest, but you'd recognize it anywhere. You open the door up for Jotaro.

“Hey, don’t be all sad or whatever because I didn't get you anything.”

“It's okay Jotaro, I really wasn't expecting anything today.”

“It's not that I forgot, I just didn't know it was your birthday.”

“I didn't tell anyone, so I don't know how they fou-”

“So I'm taking you out tonight.”

“You’re what?” your heart jumps and your eyebrows raise in question.

“I'm taking you out to dinner tonight, on me, so you have something to do in your new clothes.”

It didn't matter the circumstances to you. You were just happy he was agreeing to do something alone with you.

You took the next few hours for yourself to really get ready. You took a nice bath, gave your legs a fresh shave, and wrapped your hair up so it would fall into perfect curls when it dried.

You threw on your new gown. It felt so soft against your freshly cleaned body. You were kind of amazed at how perfect it fit you too. You never really dabbled too much into makeup, so for tonight you just put on some mascara, cleaned up your brows and sported the new lipgloss gifted to you by Kakyoin. All that was left was your heels and a spritz of perfume.

Jotaro shows up at your door exactly at the exact time he said he would pick you up. He hides his blushing face underneath his hat,

“Looks like you're ready to go on time for once.”

You grab your new purse and chase after him, already halfway down the hallway.

You couldn't make it out of the lobby without the others catching you first, exactly what Jotaro was trying to avoid.

“Mon cheri! What did I say about those legs! You look like a true vision of beauty mon amor.”

“You smell just like fresh strawberries y/n. I wonder if your lip gloss tastes just as good as you smell, even though I would much rather prefer cherries.”

Jotaro notices you starting to blush and the whole room can sense the brooding scowl he's just put out towards the two.

Avdol and Joseph compliment you on how you look in your new dress and insist on taking a photo of the two of you like they’re proud parents.

“Good grief just get it over with,” Jotaro snaps, knowing he has every intention of getting that photo for himself later.

While out on the town, Jotaro insists you hold his arm. He says he doesn't want anyone getting the wrong idea about you from your clothes and try to touch you.

As scary as he made it sound, you were just as happy to hold his large arm.

With you being this close to him, he couldn't help but breath in your intoxicating perfume. He made it clear to Kakyoin in the past that he prefers strawberries, especially over cherries, so he was sure they were all up to something from the start.

Jotaro takes you to a nice looking place. There's no way it doesn't cost a fortune to eat here.

“Dont worry about it, I can handle it,” he says,picking up on how nervous you already were.

“All right, this way for the young couple.”

“We're not together,” Jotaro snaps.

“My apologies, my good sir.”

While it was true you were not together, it still hurt your feelings for him to say that, especially so quickly.

It kind of sets your mood for the rest of the night. You were thrilled he took you out, but it just didn't feel good knowing you wanted more than him, thinking this was just a pity dinner.

After your meal arrived you tried to start up some small talk. Usually your conversations are so deep and easy, but this felt like pulling teeth.

You set your cutlery down in a sophisticated huff.

“You know what Jotaro, I'm just going to go back to my room. I appreciate you trying to take me out for my birthday, but it's clear you don't want to be here.”

You began to stand up and he grabbed your wrists and sits you back down.

“Y/n, I wanted to take you out.”

“You're not even looking at me when I talk to you Jotaro, just take me back.”

You start walking back to the hotel at a quick pace and trip over yourself on the brick paved streets. You're not used to walking in heels after all. You pick yourself up and try to continue walking on, but it appears you've sprained your ankle. You're too stubborn to admit that though and keep on.

Jotaro scoops you up with no hesitation and with such ease. You're still mad at him, but thankful to not have to walk back at the moment.

“Y/n, please calm down, let's take you back and get some ice for your ankle.”

You didn't say anything the whole way back. You didn't need to. The message was loud and clear by the expression you wore on your face.

It was starting to get too much for him to handle. He was already embarrassed having to carry you like this through the city, keeping his hands close to your rear so you wouldn't flash everyone in your short dress. He couldn't escape the sweet smell of you either, only further clouding his judgement.

Jotaro takes you up to your hotel room and sits you down on your bed. At this point you're over the night.

“I'm going to get ice. Don't move.”

You just sat there in a mixture of silence yet excitement by the strict demand he just spit at you.

Jotaro came back, kneeling on the floor before you, delicately lifting up your ankle and setting an ice pack atop it. He looked up into your sad eyes, he had to know what that lip gloss tasted like. It's only fair. You'd been pursing your lips out at him all day anyway.

“I'm looking at you now.”

“What?”

“I said, I'm looking at you now y/n, and I have been looking at you all night.”

Jotaro, still kneeling on the floor in front of you,

“I can't take my eyes off of you, it's not fair. How am I supposed to act normal in public when you go and dress like this?”

He stands up to steal a long awaited kiss from your lips. You didn't have time to think about it, you just naturally kissed him right back with as much want.

Breaking from the kiss,

“Jotaro I-,”

“I've wanted to do that for so long, y/n.”

“Do it again.”

Without a second thought, Jotaro plants another kiss on your shining lips. He places one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your hip, guiding you to lay backwards on the bed, never breaking the kiss, his large body now towering over you. You don't want to stop and you don't want him to stop.

“Y/n, let me show you how I really feel this time.”

#jjba jotaro #jojo #jotaro x reader #jjba #jjba part 3 #stardust crusaders #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo #jojosbizzareadventure #jojo jotaro

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blizzardfluffykpop · 3 years

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Patience

Summary: This maybe the most stubborn patient (Y/n) has ever had to deal with. But they are determined to help the best friends mend their friendship and take care of their patient.

Oneshot

Fluff, a Smidge of Angst, and a Slice of Life

Word Count: 4,255

Requested: @crzy-devil Oh well I was interested in a story where y/n would be jinyoung nurse and jinyoung would be paraplegic and y/n would fall for him was what I was thinking.

Paraplegic! Jinyoung X In-home Nurse! Reader

[Featuring butler/best friend Jaebeom and peacocks: Yugyeom and Jackson {mainly}]

This is my third transfer as a live-in nurse. My first patient was Mrs. Madeleine, she was the sweetest, and I loved waking up to care for her. But it was only temporary until her daughter moved back up to take care of her along with her family. The second patient I cared for was super funny. I took care of them for two years before they transferred to a long-term care hospital. The taxi cab starts to slow down as I look out, finally done reminiscing when my eyes settle on the gated community. ‘This is a first,’ I thought to myself. I gulp as the driver finally stops in front of a two-story brick house. I pay for the cab and tip them a nice amount before walking up the sidewalk to the front of the house.

I ring the doorbell, and they ask, “Who is it?” Come from the little doorbell camera. I smile, “I’m (Y/n), and I am going to be your live-in nurse.” I wait for a response, but all is a sigh before the door opens by itself. Unlike creepy abandoned mansions, behind the door was a guy dressed formally. “I can take your bags up to your room.” My eyes nearly pop out of my head, “No, no, that's okay! I can do that!” He smiles and shrugs, “As you wish, follow me up, then.” I follow him up the winding stairs and notice a built-in lift. I smile good to see they have accommodations built into the house. “Your room will be three doors from Mr. Park’s.” I nod, “Can I see them?” He nods, “I’m Jaebeom, and I’m sure he will want to see you as soon as you settle in.” I smile at him, “I’m (Y/n), and it’s nice to meet you, Jaebeom!” I push my suitcase under the bed and follow him out.

He knocks three times before Mr. Park lets out, “Come in.” Jaebeom holds the door open for me. I walk in and take in the expanse of the room. When my eyes settle on him, I see he is reading a book. “Hi, Mr. Park, I’m (Y/n), and I am going to be your live-in nurse.” He gives a half-smile before finishing up the page he was reading. He puts the book down after bookmarking it. “I do not require an in-house nurse. Jaebeom hired you, not me.” I resist the urge to roll my eyes and decide from that moment to do whatever I can to ease the job off of Jaebeom.

It’s been a few weeks, and caring for him has not gotten any easier. He’s been stubborn as all hell and refuses to take any medication in front of me. Unless Jaebeom gives it to him, I sigh as I help him into a bath. And he grumbles under his breath, “What?” I ask softly, “Thank you.” He says with so much venom that I almost scream. I help him bathe, and he continues to grumble the whole time. Hopefully, one day it will get easier and, he’ll accept my help. After finishing and helping him get dressed, I get another venom-filled ‘thank you’. We eat dinner in silence, and he promptly goes back to his room once he finishes his meal.

I go over and help Jaebeom with the dishes and ask finally, “Has he always been like this?” He shakes his head, “You see, when we were younger, he was bright and bubbly. But since his condition worsened after his accident. He absorbed himself into work and has not been the same since. While I admire the dedication, I truly miss my best friend.” I nod as I help Jaebeom put the dishes away, “Have you ever told him?” He sighs, “No, but it’s not like we talk much these days. Before you, I would always help him around the mansion. And our conversations turned terse. He’s the closest thing I have to a family. I love him dearly, and now whenever we talk, it’s strictly business. Last night was the first time we had a whole conversation. It felt good to talk to him again, thank you.” I sigh, “I’m going to do whatever I can to repair your guy’s friendship. I think one of the reasons it got damaged is that Jinyoung wants to do everything by himself. I cannot blame him for that, but sometimes you have to accept the help you don’t want. I know he cares about you, but everyone has a different way of showing it. I can see it in the way he refused my help and only wanted yours because he trusts you with his whole heart. And you care for him with your whole heart.”

The next morning, I come in with his medicine and find he’s looking out the large window in his office. I set it on the desk, expecting him to tell me to shove off as I tell him, “I brought your medication.” His chair slowly spins around, and he gives me a small smile. What did Jaebeom and him talk about to make him smile at me? He looks out the window as he takes a sip of tea and tells me, “I inherited this place from my uncle, but I rarely get to enjoy it. I’m usually only moving from my office to the dining room and the bathroom every day. Because it’s all on the same floor, the only time I can see these beautiful birds is when I look out the window.” He gestures to the peacocks walking gracefully to see one spread its wings and try to court another bird. “I have never been out there either, and I have never seen peacocks in real life before.” He nods, “Would you be able to take me out there?” I nod, “Without a problem, whoever put stairs in this mansion needs a smack” He nods, “Tell that to my uncle...” I laugh, “I’m going to have a long conversation with him.” And for the first time since I’ve been here, I hear him laugh. My heart flutters as he moves his chair to the top of the stairwell. He grasps the top of the lift and swings himself into it. I fold the chair and follow him down the stairs with the chair in hand. I place the chair down and hold it steady as he swings into it. I go over to the french doors and open them. He smiles, and with no malice, he says, “Thank you,” I shake my head and tell him, “It’s no problem.”

-- (Jaebeom and Jinyoung’s conversation) --

“You cannot keep treating them that way, you know?” Jinyoung grumbles, “I know.” Jaebeom sighs, “Well, then you better clean up your attitude.” Jinyoung nods, “I’m going to try, but no promises.” Jaebeom nods, “Okay, I believe you. But please don’t shut me out again.” He nods, “I promise not to anymore. You mean a lot to me, Jaebeom. You're like a brother to me.” Jaebeom nods, “I feel the same way about you.” And for the first time in a long time, they hug it out. “Alright, I have some errands to run in the morning, so you’re completely in their care until later.” With that Jaebeom, leaves telling Jinyoung a good night, and he tells Jaebeom good night.

He moves to the middle of the garden and gestures for me to follow. I follow him down the brick-paved walkway until we are in front of a water fountain. I sit next to him on the bench as we face away from the water fountain looking out into the massive garden. “It’s beautiful out here, breath-taking even.” He nods, “It’s one of the reasons why I fell in love with this house.” I nod, and we sit in silence. Watching the flowers move with the wind, the peacocks are further back than they seemed. But they move closer as time goes on, “Did you name them?” He shakes his head, yes, “That’s Youngjae,” He points to the one courting earlier, “That’s Soyeon.” Pointing to the one the peacock was courting. “That’s Bambam,...” He names the one who is poking at the ground with no sign of stopping. I grin as he tells me the two that look like they are talking to each other, “That’s Yugyeom and Mark.” He points to the two white ones, “That’s Seulgi and her sister Siren. The one casting its feathers in the back is Jackson.” I smile, “I think Jackson leads the peacocks.” He shakes his head, “Actually, it’s Seulgi and Siren.” I laugh, “You know, that makes sense.” He nods, “My irritator is coming over… Whenever he sees me in the window, he flys over and acts like he is arguing with me.” The one called Yugyeom starts marching over to us. He pokes at Jinyoung for a second and squints his eyes. He comes over and brushes his feathers over me, and goes back to Jinyoung, and squints again. Jinyoung squints back before Yugyeom pokes his hand. Jinyoung hisses and shoos Yugyeom away. “Do you need ice? Or something?” He shakes his head, “No, just need for him to go find something to do.” I laugh, and he gives me a tight smile.

We sat in silence for a few minutes before I asked, “Why didn’t you ask Jaebeom to bring you here?” He sighs, “He’s my best friend. He shouldn’t be the one doing everything for me. I know he is my butler,... but I couldn’t ask him to do this.” I nod and place my hand on his shoulder, “You know he would do anything for you, right?” I caught a glimpse of his smile. “I feel the same way about him. I’ve just had a harder time expressing it as of late.” I ask the fateful question, “How long ago did this happen?” He looks down, “I’ve always had problems getting around as a kid, but two years ago, I got in a car wreck. It exacerbated it; I no longer had control of my legs. While I had limited mobility before only needing a wheelchair every once and a while. Now I’m here, and I’ve finally accepted it. I’m happy with the life I lead. But sometimes it would be nice if my house did not have stairs. I think that’s the worst part of it. Most of the time I’m stuck to the 2nd level. Because that’s where everything is,...” I nod as he looks over at me. “Well, whenever you want down here. Just ask me, and I’ll be over in an instant.” He smiles at me, and my heart flutters again, and I can’t help but smile back at him.

We watch the peacocks for a while before he smiles and says, “Well, I’m good now.” I nod and follow him back after giving Jinyoung medicine and helping him into his bed. Making sure he is comfortable, I leave and shut the door. Heading over to my room, I see Jaebeom sitting on the window ledge, “Hey, I saw you guys out in the garden today.” I nod with a big smile on my face before joining him and looking out at the traffic. “It’s the first time I’ve been out there. It's super pretty.” He nods, “It is out there, and thank you.” I shrug, “For what?” He shrugs back and goes into Jinyoung’s room. I smile and fall asleep with ease, happy that Jinyoung and I finally got to talk.

I wake up to the smell of pancakes, and I start to rush over to the dining room. Jaebeom sees me come out of my room and gestures towards Jinyoung’s room, and I raise a brow. But follow along and see Jinyoung propped up. He gestures for me to sit in the chair with a tiny table in front of it. “I wanted to eat breakfast in bed with you two,...” He trails off with a slight pink tint. I smile as Jaebeom sets the pancakes in front of us. Before grabbing us something to drink. Jaebeom smiles, “This is nice.” We agree and eat our breakfast in comfortable silence. “We should do this again,” Jinyoung nods, “I think so too. Thank you guys for joining.” I grin, and so does Jaebeom.

It’s been a few weeks since then, and it's gotten easier to care for Jinyoung. All three of us can interact and hold conversations. He accepted my help, and we are now seeing eye to eye on a lot of things. Jaebeom and Jinyoung’s friendship has repaired itself, and I’m so happy for them. While we still have our duties, Jinyoung tries to include us in his meetings and his work. Talking about how we care for him and he cares for us. I nearly cried myself to sleep the first time he said that because of how sweet that was. Sometimes you have to crack the hard exterior to meet the inner softie. I think I'm falling for him. I knock on the door with some herbal tea in hand. “Come in,” I come in and sit the tea down and drink a sip of mine. “You asked for some tea, but Jaebeom had some errands to run. Thus he asked me to make it.” He nods, “That’s okay,... I like your company too.” He gestures for me to sit next to him at the window. I bring a chair around, and we drink our tea in peace, and he asks, ��Would you like to know more about them?” I nod, “They are Indian Peafowls. In Native American culture, they represent; self-esteem, dignity, refinement, knowledge, pride, and beauty.” I nod, “My uncle brought them over to property when I was little and taught me all about them. In some legends, they represent omens of nobility, guidance, holiness, watchfulness, and protection.” I smile, “That is super cool!” He continues, “I think that they protect this house and keep care of me. No matter what that thing--." He gestures to Yugyeom, the bird that is acting like he is trying to fight Jinyoung. With his feathers bristled and jumping at the window. “Does-- he truly cares.” I laugh and wave down at Yugyeom, and he calms down for a second only to continue. Before Jinyoung puts up his 'dukes', and acts like he’s punching him, Yugyeom falls over and sashes away. I cackle at the two of them, “Oh man, that is the first time I’ve ever seen anyone have that interaction with any animal.” He laughs, “I was about seven when they brought the peacocks over, and I met him first. We formed a special bond since he was a peachick. We used to play fight, and it’s continued into adulthood.” I laugh, “How long have you had this house?” He smiles, “I used to come here all the time as a kid, but when I turned sixteen, they turned it over to me. So about eleven years now.” I smile, “That is sweet of them.” He grins, “Yeah,...” He trails off, and we finish our tea.

“You want to feed them with me?” I nod, and we do the same routine of me, carrying the automated chair down the steps and holding it steady. I grab the feed once we make it past the french doors. We head out further, this time on the brick-paved trail, and spread the feed out around the trail. They notice almost immediately, and they all rush over, and I gasp as I watch them eat. “Wow, can they get any more majestic?” He nods, “Yeah, when they all walk with their feathers out. It’s a sight to see since they only do it once in a while.” I nod and watch them all get enough of the feed and go their separate ways. Yugyeom and Jackson stay before he turns around and shows me his flight and flies to the top of a tree. “Uh, did he just fly? I did not know they could fly. I thought they were like ostriches. Oh my god, this made them so much cooler.” Jinyoung laughs, “Yeah, they are one of the largest flying birds.” I grin, “Oh, wicked.” He agrees before Yugyeom starts squawking at him, and Jinyoung squawks back. I raise a brow but don’t question it as I watch Yugyeom look between the two of us again before he makes a squawk of surprise. I stand up, and he swiftly turns and pushes me towards Jinyoung. “Um?” Jinyoung squawks at him back, and Yugyeom ruffles his feathers and walks away. “Um, what was that about?” He smiles over at me, “He thinks I need a little push, and he is um?...” He looks down at his hands, “He is like courting you for me?” My mouth drops open, but I don’t let out a sound. “I uh,... he thought I liked you before. And for me coming out with you a second time. Probably confirmed his suspicions?” My cheeks turn red, and I look over to see his cheeks are red as well. “Um,... can I ask if his suspicions of you liking me are true?” He nods, “I may,... Would that be crossing a line?” I shake my head no, “No,... I may as well.” We sit there for a moment, wondering where to go from here. “Hey, I thought I would find the two of you out here!” We look over at Jaebeom, and he comes over to us. “Am I interrupting something?” We exchange a look before shaking our heads no.

After that confession, nothing really changed. The next month was filled with doing random activities together and going to actual doctor appointments. Jinyoung refused to go into the room alone and dragged us both along. When the doctor would turn away from us, we would make silly faces at each other. While trying to hold our laughter in, which was pretty successful until they would leave for a moment. And we would be in fits of giggles by the time they can back. We would quickly conduct ourselves and grin at each other. These are the moments I would never wish for to end.

I get a call from my contracting office, “Jaebeom only hired you for three months and two weeks. So in a week, we will be assigning you to a new place.” When I get off the call, I start bawling into my pillow. I feel at home here. I do not want to leave them. What happens when I leave them? Will their routine go back to normal? I can’t let that happen. And what about my feelings for Jinyoung? I don’t think I am ready to get over them. As I bawl, I hear a soft knock on my door. I quickly wipe my tears and tell them to come in. It’s Jinyoung, “Hey,... Um, are you okay? I think I heard you crying.” My brain battles me on whether I should tell him the truth or fib. And I tell him softly about my company call. He moves closer, and before I can start crying, I feel his hands holding mine. I look up at him, and he squeezes my hands. “It’s okay. I am here. I am not going to let you leave me. Unless... that is what you want?” I shake my head no, “I want to stay here with you,... but I can’t if my contract is over.” He removes a hand from mine and pulls out his phone from the holder, dialing up something. “Hello, I would like to speak to the contracting department.” I raise a brow, trying to hold back my tears still, “Yes, this is Park Jinyoung. I am currently under the care of (L/n) (Y/n). My butler, Lim Jaebeom, called and had you assign them to me. And I want the contract extended indefinitely. Yes,... I know how much that will cost. Now, I wish for you never to call them again. Unless they call first.” He hangs up and places it back in his holder, “J-Jin-Jinyoung?” A few tears slip from my eyes, and he raises my chin to look him in the eyes. “I think I’m in love with you.” He brings up our joined hands and wipes my tears with his thumb. “You don’t have to cry. You’re not leaving.” I nod and throw my arms around him, “I think I love you too, Jinyoung. I am not going to leave you either.” He rubs my back, and I pull back. I look down at his lips, “Aw man, I am interrupting something this time.” We shake our heads, and I peck Jinyoung’s cheek. Jaebeom says, “I was going to ask if you wanted to see Youngjae’s and Soyeon’s baby peacocks but... since you guys are busy.” We roll our eyes, and we head over to the stairwell. Jaebeom raced us down there and opened the doors. “It is going to be a little awkward third-wheeling you guys now. But I think I can get used to it. Considering I have been doing that unofficially for a while now.” We roll our eyes at him again, and he laughs. He leads us over to the pile where the harem is all circled around the bundles of joy.

They squeak at their mother, and we all coo at them. I find myself holding Jinyoung’s hand, and my heart nearly falls apart. I feel a soft peck on my hand and turn to see Yugyeom. I didn’t think a bird could look smug but turns out I’m wrong. Because Yugyeom surely looks smug, I squint at him, and he squints back. Before joining the rest of the harem to stare at the little ones. “I think Yugyeom approves.” Jinyoung looks up at me, “I think so too...”

A few days later, after helping Jinyoung bathe and whatever else. Jaebeom tells me to go, get dressed up nicely. I raise my eyebrows at him, and he tells me to go along with it. So I do. When I finish getting dressed, he brings me into the dining room located on the first floor. It’s the first time I have ever been into this one, let alone eat in here. The room is dimly lit with fairy lights hanging all around with a red candle lit and slowly melting. He brings me over to the seat, and I scoot myself in and before I can ask. Jinyoung comes into my view and sits in front of me, “I thought I would make our first date special. So I asked Jaebeom to prepare all of this... I hope it’s not too much.” I shake my head, “It’s perfect.” Jaebeom brings over two plates, “Bon appetit if you need me. I will be in the upstairs dining room. Eating by myself and watching the notebook.” We shake our heads and laugh, “Thank you, my compliments to the chef.” He rolls his eyes and sees himself out.

We eat slowly, “Thank you for taking care of me and falling in love with me.” I grin, “How could I not? Loving you is everything I dreamt of and more.” He blushes at my words, and we eat before he places his hand on the table, and I put mine on his. He intertwines our fingers as we began to realize that this is the beginning of a forever. “With you next to me, I think I can take on the world.” I whisper to him, “We will take on the world together.” I grin as we finish our dinner, and I put the plates in the sink. I quickly wash them before joining Jinyoung. He grabs my hand and leads me over to the french doors.

“Fun fact, baby peafowls can walk three days after they are born.” I gasp, “No way.” He laughs, “Yeah, come on.” He speeds up a bit over to Soyeon and Youngjae. The peafowls raise their heads at us before she lifts her wing. And the peachicks walk around the two of us before rejoining her warmth. I am simply amazed, “Can you believe that?” He nods, “Well, we are like family to these Peacocks, so they want their babies to understand that as well.” I look over at him, “My heart is going to combust with this information.” He grins, “Yeah, imagine me when I was little, and I figured that out.” I grin over at him, “Man, you must have run to your parents, and they must have been so happy for you.” He nods, “They were and asked me to introduce them, of course.” I laugh, “That is adorable. I love you.” I blush as those words slip out, and he pulls me down, and I fall onto his lap, and he kisses me. “You don’t know how long I have wanted to do that.” My cheeks are beet red when we pull away, and his cheeks match mine. “Let’s do it again.” He laughs, and we kiss again. I turn around and look at who is pecking my back to see Yugyeom and Jackson there. Their wings spread, and I cannot help but laugh, “I think they are protecting the peachick's eyes.” He laughs, “I think so too... Let’s take this back, shall we?” I grin and move off of him and place a kiss on his lips again.

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regina-del-cielo · 3 years

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Immortal Siblings AU | Four, then three, then four again

I mentioned that the bulletpoint post describing how the Guard from the Immortal Siblings AU found Joe had totally run away from me. It has, in fact, become a study on them grieving over Lykon and then finding Yusuf.

I have, somehow, reached a sort of natural end to the amount of bullshit my mind can add to this list/fic draft. So, if you want to give it a read... grab a snack. It’s long. I’m sorry.

Warnings for Wikipedia levels of historical accuracy - I added links to the relevant pages when quoting historical events, but since I was just trying to work out a timeline (famous last words), the research wasn’t extensive. There’s a lot of hand-waving.

By the end of the 11th Century, I think Andy, Quynh and Nico haven’t been in Europe for a while, not really. They moved south, and then east, after the sack of Rome of 410 CE. Seeing the great cities fall has become hard for them, especially for Nico, who is a nomad at heart but has a soft spot for cities, together with Lykon, the true city boy in the group. He’d seen it happen to Athens, he wasn’t sure he could deal with seeing Rome wilt.

For reasons I cannot fathom, my mind is settled on them having been in India when Lykon dies (possibly sometime around the middle of the 6th century, in the mess that was the crumbling of the Gupta Empire???)

Seeing him die destroys them, and they take a break from any battlefield to grieve their friend and brother. They wander, occasionally helping but almost never raising their weapons, too leery of injuries and of losing each other.

(Quynh, who was the first to notice Lykon’s wounds, has nightmares that make her cry in her sleep. Andromache holds her so tight Nico can feel the tension on her muscles against his back. He and his sister barely sleep, scared of the open spaces of Asia as they’d never been before. Lykon was the youngest of them and he died, what if they stop healing too?)

(If Nico stands guard over his sisters and feels an ache in his chest seeing how they hold onto each other, he’s never going to say it out loud. His Mache deserves the love she shares with Quynh. But sometimes he wishes he had someone to hold him like that, one he can call his heart.)

The first time they go to battle again like in the old days it’s almost the end of the 10th century, and they’re helping Quynh’s lands gain independence from China. They have a reason and a specific side to root for, and it’s the kind of cause Lykon would have approved of. They find purpose again.

They are distantly aware of how things are holding up in the west – they know Constantinople has crowned itself capital of the Roman Empire (what is left of it anyway); they know of the new religion, Islam, and how it was brought further east with the armies conquering Persia. They met the Varangians on the Northern Plains of the Rus’, when Andy insisted on going back to their steppes for a while.

They acquire new swords, repair the old weapons, make improvements on their bows. They travel, and help, and listen. They learn new languages. They heal.

They’ve just spent the winter in Samarkand when they hear merchants newly come from Constantinople talk about the Frankish armies that took Antioch and making their way further into Palestine.

The words ‘freeing Jerusalem from the infidels’ make Andy sigh in exasperation and twist Nico’s guts. The three of them don’t really understand the point of going to war for a god, but Jerusalem is old, and she’s been coveted by many throughout their long lives. Things like this never end well, they know it intimately.

But they’ve been away for a long time, centuries at this point. Things are very different from when the Romans had the power. They are less eager to throw themselves into the battlefield now, and there’s much they don’t know about the dynamics of Europe and the Levant. Still they’re worried, and decide that they’ll move west to see if something can be done, for the civilians at least.

At first they travel slowly, keeping an ear out for gossip spoken by the caravans coming from the west. Things radically change, however, when they dream of a new immortal (a man, with a curly black beard and shining dark eyes) dying on the walls of Jerusalem and reviving to an unprecedented slaughter – said man is, obviously, absolutely terrified and they feel it.

He’s also woken up surrounded by living enemies, with high risk of being killed or injured multiple times, and of being seen.

They are still too far away to do anything more than hope that the new guy is clever enough to keep himself alive until they can reach him, but now Nico is all for moving west at full speed to get him out.

“What the everloving FUCK is happening over there?!” is the common theme in their thoughts; nothing about this war they’re walking towards is making any sense.

Yusuf al-Kaysani is, in fact, clever enough to keep himself (and a few other civilians to boot) alive and get out of Jerusalem when it becomes clear than no matter how many Franks he kills he can do nothing to stop them alone. (It’s a fucking carnage, and he’s so tired). He walks away from the battle and tries to reach some sort of safety in the desert.

When he’d decided to stay in Jerusalem and fight instead of escaping the siege, Yusuf had considered the possibility of dying. He had not accounted for waking up from a fatal wound with no sign of having been hit in the first place.

And then there are the visions. Or dreams, he’s not sure. They don’t seem to make any sense? Who are those people?! Is his mind so addled by the war that he’s conjuring scary warrior women and a stupidly handsome man, armed to the teeth and camping in the desert?

(fantasizing about handsome men in his sleep isn’t exactly news for him, but there were never women in those. And none of his usual dreams involved weapons. Something is definitely off)

For the following days, Yusuf makes sure to stay away from human settlements while putting as much space as possible between Jerusalem and himself – the last thing he needs is to become a potential target for any invader that may cross his path.

But he’s alone, having nightmares, constantly on edge, and in a body that suddenly doesn’t feel like his own anymore, since he doesn’t even have the scars to prove that the injuries he sustained were real to begin with.

After a couple of weeks, the appearance of the strangers in his dreams starts feeling safe and comforting; they seem to operate like a little family, and God knows how much he misses his own.

(should he try to go back home? Would news of the siege reach his family before he does? Would he be able to go back to his previous life in the state he’s in? Could he keep this secret from them? Would they still love him or think him a monster?)

Despite their impressive warrior appearance, they feel... kind. And gentle. Sometimes, it feels like they’re trying to reassure him, even. Especially when he dreams from the perspective of the man.

The sensation those dreams leave on his skin is like a cape. You’re not alone, it whispers. Wait for us.

Andy, Quynh and Nico have just left Baghdad when the dreams change, and not for the better - Yusuf was passing through a village when a band of marauding Franks started harassing the locals. He moved to defend the villagers, but was overwhelmed and what’s worse, the Franks saw his wounds close too fast. Their reaction was vehement: they called him a demon, incapacitated him and then brought him back to their garrison, with every intention of ‘properly getting rid of him’.

Nico wakes up screaming and Andy has to sit on him so he doesn’t just sprint ahead without actually knowing where the fuck he’s going.

“We can’t just raid every single Frankish encampment in a twenty mile radius around Jerusalem, Nico!” “TRY ME” *Aggressive Sibling Bickering follows* *Quynh doesn’t bat an eye and just rolls out a map of the area she purchased and starts mapping out the fastest routes*

Yusuf is having a Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week at the hands of his captors, who are getting disturbingly creative in their tortures, but whenever they let him fall unconscious he sees the people of his dreams travelling much faster than before, looking Royally Pissed Off, and the surroundings are... starting to look familiar too?

If he tries to pay more attention to the conversations his torturers are having with each other outside of the tent he’s in and hoping the dreams go both ways, so the maybe-real trio can find him easier, now that’s nobody’s business but his own.

(spoiler: it works)

When they are in sight of Jerusalem, the immortals find a drunk “pilgrim” boasting about his band capturing a ‘pagan demon’ while coming back from their victory at Ascalon, follow him back to his camp, and as soon as it’s feasible they attack.

(Andy will later gripe that Nico didn’t leave her anything to do because he just paved his way through the Franks like he was harvesting wheat.)

seeing the Stupidly Handsome Man of his dreams standing in front of him covered head to toe in blood, with a double-bladed axe in one hand and a sword in the other, staring intensely at him as if to peer directly into his soul is... an experience for Yusuf.

(he may have composed a lot of poems about that first vision of Nico through the centuries. The words ‘avenging angel’ have been used quite profusely, too)

The protective instinct that Nico has felt for the newest immortal since the first dream clutches at his throat when he finally sees him, chained to a pole and so thin his clothes barely cling to his body, but with the softest dark eyes staring back with a glint of recognition when he comes closer.

(he could cry with relief at the knowledge that he’s not scared of him. Nico has seen the faces of the men that were keeping him captive, he knows he looks a lot like they did, and that he paints a gruesome picture.)

“Are you alright?” Nico asks first, in Greek. (He knows, from the dreams, that his captors prayed in Latin. He wants to make sure that the other knows that he’s not like them.)

“You were in my dreams. You came.” Yusuf answers back in the same language, although his sounds much newer than Nico’s.

“Of course. We’re not meant to be alone… and no one deserves to be in a cage”.

Nico uses the axe to break the chains, and by the time he’s done Andy and Quynh have reached them and his sister throws the keys at him to open the shackles.

“Couldn’t take a moment to get them yourself, little eagle? You wanted to show off your skills to the new one?” Quynh teases, just to see Nico blush. Andy stares at her brother and their new companion for a few beats, before finally asking his name.

“Yusuf ibn Ibrahim ibn Muhammad Al-Kaysani, known as al-Tayyib” he answers, letting out the first smile in weeks at the raising eyebrows of his saviours. “Just Yusuf is fine.”

“You have a sense of humour, brother. I like you!” Andy snorts, before cutting her palm with the edge of her axe, and showing him her fast healing.

“We are like you, Yusuf. That’s why you dreamt of us, and we of you” Nico adds gently, while Quynh offers her waterskin to Yusuf. They also offer their own names.

“We need to clean up this mess and move away from here” Andy says, while Nico helps Yusuf up. “One of those fuckers was boasting about an undying demon with others in a tavern, the last thing we need is to fight our way out against their whole army because someone else decided to come check if he was saying the truth.”

“It’s been a long time since we were in Kush” Quynh whispers, and Yusuf sees their faces open in a look of affectionate grief he remembers seeing on his Baba’s eyes when he talked about his own mother.

“We can talk about it more when we’re somewhere safer” Andromache suggests, before moving to set up the stage of an ‘accidental’ fire.

As they’re riding away, Yusuf turns slightly to watch the camp burn, leaving no trace of the invaders that hurt him. Jerusalem looms in the distance - lost, and wounded. If he were a little less exhausted, he could easily work out a metaphor about his own situation.

But then he looks at the three people of his dreams – Quynh, Andromache, Nikolaos – that came for him. Who are the same as him, immortal.

His world has turned upside down, and there are so many questions to ask, and he could sleep for a month straight – but one thing is certain.

He’s not alone anymore.

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wwilloww · 4 years

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tell me what you want | myg

pairings: Yoongi/Reader, (mentions of Yoongi/Namjoon and Namjoon/OC)

genre: 18+. nonidol!au. friends to lovers.

word count: 5.7k

warnings: alcohol use. pining. some minor angst. smut. pwp. penetrative sex. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!). creampie. fluff.

summary: Yoongi teaches you how to ask for what you want.

a/n: This is my very first attempt at writing fanfiction and smut! Thanks so much to my friends Carl and A for supporting me through the writing process and for encouraging me. If you enjoy this, leave a comment: I am so excited to hear what you think!

do not copy, repost, or translate without explicit permission from the author.

The pounding in your head matches the pounding in your chest.

You thought you would be fine, surrounded by your friends. And you are, in a way. After a couple of drinks the tension in your chest has eased and it’s easier to fall into conversation with strangers and friends alike.

After years of hard work and careful saving, you’ve purchased your first apartment. Tonight, you’re hosting a housewarming party that has quickly turned into a full-on house party. There’s nothing like a little spilled beer to baptize a new home.

With the music blasting, and good friends at your side, you almost forget why you’re feeling uncomfortable in the first place: Yoongi.

He’s been a good friend of yours for a long time. You had met back in college, having been paired up for a group project. But when the assignment was completed and turned in, you never stopped hanging out. He kept showing up at your door, beer and pizza in hand and a gummy smile spreading across his face until he was a steady constant in your life. But recently things have started to take a turn. It was a gradual process. Like water slipping underneath the door, your feelings snuck in quietly and devastatingly. And like a slow flood, there was no stopping their gradual rise.

At first you admired him. How caring he was. How intelligent he was. The way his signature no-funny-business attitude took over when he was deep in the process of his passions. How he always seemed to know exactly what to say, while it always took you an extra second to come up with that snappy comeback. How, when he took a second to put his thoughts together, his words spilled like poetry from his lips.

Before you knew it, there was something strange and fluttery pooling in your stomach everytime his name popped up on the screen of your phone or when your friends mentioned he would be stopping by.

You didn’t expect Yoongi to return the feelings. He was always kind to you, helping you with the move, showing up for you at a drop of a hat. But that’s all you thought it was: kindness.

Still, knowing he didn’t feel the same way about you didn’t change the fact that it felt like you had been punched in the gut when you walked into the kitchen and found a very tall and wildly handsome man draped all over Yoongi.

It seemed effortless, the way the strange man so casually ran his fingers through Yoongi’s hair as they chatted with some of your friends. What was this sinking feeling in your gut?

It wasn’t jealousy. At least not over Yoongi’s redirected attention. Instead, you envied the ease with which the beautiful man held onto Yoongi. The way his desire pooled openly in his eyes and settled comfortably throughout his entire body.

Even if you had enough courage to make a move—and enough validation to know it wouldn’t be squandered—you had no idea how to. Every time your interest rose, it became trapped in your throat, leaving you frozen and confused.

With the pit in your stomach still open and yawning, you proceed into the kitchen, slipping your hand into one of your friend’s and tugging her to the counter where you uncap a bottle of vodka out of the cabinet and pull two shot glasses towards you.

“Hana, who—,” you begin to whisper-ask, but you’re interrupted.

“Shots!” a familiar baritone sings into your ear. Yoongi was standing wildly close, his arm already reaching around you to grab a shot glass and then to press you into his side. You stiffen, feeling your heart jump out of your chest at the sudden proximity. “You want one?” he asks the beautiful stranger.

“Only if you’re having one,” the man winks at Yoongi.

“Of course,” Yoongi replies with a coy smile. You feel oddly trapped between the intensity of the two men, the chemistry between them burning. Still, Yoongi winds his arm tight around your waist and, as if its second nature, your hand comes to rest on his stomach. You two could look like a couple like this. You’re not sure if it’s just you, but you think he pulls you closer and when you instinctively grab onto the thin fabric of his shirt, the smooth planes of his stomach tense under your touch.

“Oh,” Yoongi breaks his gaze from the man to look down at you. “By the way, this is Namjoon.”

Your eyes widen for a moment. So this is the infamous Namjoon. Yoongi’s ex. You had been hearing about the complicated ins and outs of their relationship for the past year, usually only after Yoongi had a couple of beers. But Yoongi had never brought Namjoon around to meet his friends, because, quote, “It’s just not that serious.” But here Namjoon was, standing in front of you. While Namjoon had ended things in their most recent breakup, it seemed as if tonight he was doing his best to mend his relationship with Yoongi. Either way, you wipe the surprise off of your face and smile at the man.

“And Namjoon, this is one of my closest friends in the world. She’s the best.”

The f-word hits a little harder than you’d like it to, but you grin up at Yoongi anyways, giving him a playfully light shove.

“Ah, stop, you flatter me,” you tease, but the words seem to fall flat.

The four of you take the shots of vodka with hisses and groans as the burning liquid slides down your throats. Slamming his glass down on the counter, first, Yoongi watches you finish your shot straightfaced.

“Never seen someone make taking a shot look so attractive,” he teases you, laughing.

Still, you blush from his comment. It’s too much. You pull away from Yoongi’s unwavering hold on your waist and tug Hana towards the living room where dancers have congregated.

“I want to dance!” You say, a little too cheerfully.

Hana throws you a sideways glance but ultimately understands. She wraps her arm around your shoulder as you join the group of bopping dancers.

“Let’s distract you,” she says, dramatically spinning you into a dip and you can’t help but giggle at your friend’s absurdity. She holds you tight against her for a song or two, before you break away to dance sporadically as one of your favorite songs comes on.

Here, away from Yoongi, it’s easier to lose yourself, surrounded by your favorite people, the vodka paving a liquid ease through your body. It’s easier to close your eyes and let the bass carry your thoughts.

When you open your eyes, you see Namjoon twirling Hana in a clumsy rendition of a jive, and Yoongi is nowhere to be seen.

The lights go out and a cheer rises up from the living room. The music pauses for a moment before switching to a more sensual groove. You let out a whoop, throw your head back, and start to roll your hips. The only thing lighting the room is a lava lamp that is precariously passed around.

It’s not long before you feel a gentle hand on your back and you find yourself leaning into it, not a single question in your mind. Without looking to see who it is, you reach behind you and pull them flush against your back. It feels good to lean into someone, to have someone wrapped around you--not to mention the hand sliding up your side to rest on your waist does wonders for your bruised ego.

Namjoon is smirking at you as he sways against Hana.

You push your hips back. They meet your movements with their own grinding hips and you can feel strong hands tracing up your sides to guide you into them. Closer. Tracing circles against one another, following, as if with one mind, a shared rhythm.

You know the heat building in you is part this, part the worn-out out tension you feel whenever you’re around Yoongi. But you want to let go. You want to lean into this stranger and just let them take it all away. They press you against them, and you can feel their breath brush against your neck--hot and light and so delightful. You let your neck roll to the side, giving them better access to your warm skin. Fingers trace down the slope of your neck, skate down your side, and press into you. But the pleasure of their heavy touch only lasts for a second because then those same hands are turning you around and you’re face to face with Yoongi’s blooming red cheeks and warm, indecipherable eyes.

You falter through your next movement and Yoongi takes the opportunity to maneuver you through a graceful twirl out onto the dance floor and then back into his arms. It only takes you a moment before you catch up and soon the two of you are dancing, too close for your own good.

If you could just fall into this. Into his hands, into his touch—without explanation, without expectation and let the sinful pleasure of the moment cradle you. Yet, you know that it will never be enough. To answer this desire, even for a moment, is to split yourself open for him.

He meets your movements with his own hips, and this small moment of synergy is enough to send a wave of warmth shooting up your spine.

He leans down, and tucks your hair behind your ear.

His lips brush against you as he whispers, “I want to talk.”

“Not now.”

You try to pull him back into the music, but he steps away.

“We can continue when we can talk,” he says sternly, but his eyes betray something kind as he pinches your chin.

Namjoon leans over to you, as if he had heard the entire exchange. “His bisexual ass is so hard to pin down, you know, metaphorically—but also physically,” he winks at you.

“Let her be,” Yoongi chuckles, but there’s an edge to his voice. Still, he takes Namjoon’s arm and pulls him to the kitchen, reaching up to his ear to say something to him that you don’t quite catch. The pair step into the adjoining room, where Namjoon proceeds to wrap Yoongi in a hug that feels almost too intimate to watch.

You do your best to distract yourself in the blaring music and your friends, but you can’t help but keep Yoongi in the corner of your eye. Within you, a new and uncomfortable tension rises—and you don’t understand it. You already knew he wasn’t interested. Nothing tonight has proven you otherwise.

By the time the party begins to wind down, you’re left stunningly sober and with glasses and half-eaten food all over the apartement.

You wave goodbye to your friends as the crowd trickles out of your new home. Yoongi helps you find misplaced jackets, and as Hana and Namjoon collect their things and head towards the door, Yoongi leans up to Namjoon and presses a kiss against his cheek.

“Get home safe, okay?” he says, chuckling at his ex’s inebriated stumble towards the door.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he does,” Hana sings as the door closes behind the pair.

Yoongi immediately turns to start picking up glasses and brings them to the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you go back with him?” you ask.

“Hana seemed like she was perfectly capable of taking care of him tonight.”

You shot him a confused glance, which he caught. He sets down the glasses he was holding in the sink and turned to you.

“You know me and Namjoon are over right?”

“I don’t know if he knows that.”

Yoongi laughs. “You know—He and Hana—they’re hooking up. He was here for her, not for me.” He chuckles, leaning back with such composure against the kitchen sink. “Sure, we’re still close, but that’s over.”

“Oh,” you say. “Well, you know you don’t need to explain yourself to me.”

“I know,” he says gently, coming over to where you’re drying some dishes to lean his head on your shoulder. “But I want you to know these things, I—,” he takes a deep breath as if he’s steeling himself. “I want to talk about what happened earlier.”

You push away from him and head to the kitchen. “I don’t think there’s really anything to talk about,” you gulp. He follows you anyway.

“I want to talk,” he says again. His voice is level and dry.

“I don’t.”

Your eyes widen as he steps closer and leans over you.

He’s got one hand pressed firmly against the wall by your head. With the other hand, he pulls a streamer out of your hair. But that’s not what you’re focused on. He’s caged you in, towering over you, something dark and unknowable in his gaze.

“Then why make eyes at me all night?” he asks, slowly. “It seems like you want to talk.”

You don’t have an answer, but still you manage to stutter, “I...I just...I have nothing to say.”

“Ah. So this has nothing to say to me?” His hand comes up to cup your face, a calloused thumb running over your burning cheek. As if on instinct, you lean into his touch. It’s been so long since someone touched you like this, like you were something delicate.

He watches your expression carefully, a glimmer of a smirk playing on his lips. “Or this?” He reaches down to grab your hand before drawing it up to brush your palm against your ribcage. Beneath your hand your breath is fluttering—heavy and inconsistent. “Or this?” He draws the pair of your hands upwards to cup the swell of your breast. He spreads his palm over yours, fingers pressing into you. Despite the audacity of his current moves, his touch is gentle and feather-light.

He can feel your heart pounding beneath his touch, pounding like it wants to escape.

“I affect you...” he said, as if the notion surprised him too.

“No. You don’t,” you stutter, your face flushing with the lie.

“...just like you affect me,” he finishes.

“What?” You’re shocked to hear those words fall from his lips.

He smirks down at you.

“Mhmm.”

He leans down to press a kiss against the corner of your mouth.

You stiffen and he pulls back slightly, searching your eyes, waiting for you, waiting for permission. Some very loud voice tells you that to give in is to give yourself up. But then, if his lips on yours isn’t a sign, you’re just not sure what will be.

You barely give it a moment before you pull his taller frame fully to you and press your lips against his. He falters, shocked by the crack in you that he’s finally seeing through. And then he comes to his senses and kisses you back, wrapping his hand behind your head where his fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck. His other hand comes to the gentle valley of your lower back, pressing your torso to his. This kiss is a gentle and nervous search and you find your insides fluttering against his touch.

And then he’s pulling away, taking a half step back and the fear that you thought you had put out of your mind is rushing back in like the tide.

As Yoongi pulls away from your lips, he can feel the crack closing. He can feel you slipping away again. Your eyes shift downward, and you use one arm to wrap around your torso.

“Does that give you anything to say?”

If you didn’t before, you definitely don’t now. It’s as if his touch has stilled every thought in you. Has quieted the voices—all of them—the nagging voice, the one that tells you he’s too good to be true.

“I don’t know how to say it,” you finally murmur.

The silence draws out between the two of you.

“You have to tell me what you want,” he says, shaking his head. “I can’t keep guessing.”

He’s waiting. Waiting for you to say something.

There is this gnawing ache in you, a dull throb in your chest that wants so badly to reach out to him and pull him back into your arms and never let him go. From this place comes a desperate need for him to know just how you deeply feel about him. And yet, as the words rise to your throat, they stop on your tongue. As if by uttering your own desire you will shatter into a thousand pieces.

Fear. That’s what this is.

Your name falls off his lips and you bring yourself to look him in the eyes, your hands still gripping the front of his shirt.

Looking down at you—your eyes wide, your flushed chest, your lips blooming red from his attentions—his heart breaks as he says these next words, “I can’t do this if you can’t talk to me.” His words hit like a boulder dropped on your chest. Your eyebrows shoot up in shock but still, you say nothing.

He nods. Your silence is enough of an answer for him. He turns away from you and swings his jacket over his shoulder, his heart shattering. His hand is on the doorknob.

“Yoongi,” you call. He stops in the doorway. He thinks his name sounds like a song when you say it. “I’m sorry.”

He turns back to you just enough that you see a sad smile tugging at his lips.

You squeeze your eyes shut, hating everything you’ve done up to this point. Hating your cowardice. Hating the part of yourself that stops in fear at every chance of getting close to someone. Of opening up and allowing someone to see that you want, that you crave.

With every ounce of strength you can muster, you push past the doubt, you push past the fear. At last the words are tumbling from your mouth:

“Yoongi, I want you.” Your eyes are still squeezed shut, as if by keeping them closed there’s a chance you can reel your words back in. “I want to let go.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

He strides back from the doorway to you, his eyes burning, a real smile spreading across his face. He presses himself against you again, but this time his movements aren’t searching and hesitant. You’ve both waited so long, there’s nothing to hold back. He lowers his lips to yours before letting his mouth travel over your chin and down your neck. Goosebumps spread like a tide across your skin.

“I need to know you want me too,” you gulp, your fingers tangled in his hair.

“Good girl,” he mumbles against your neck, working his teeth and his tongue against the sensitive skin. “Telling me what you want.” You flush at the praise. “I want you, not just this, but you.”

He bites down on your lip, loving the way your grasp tightens around him and a small oh slips out of you. “I want to wake up with you and fall asleep with you,” his eyes meet yours, “and see you like this, all fucked out and needy for me, every night.” He runs a thumb across your lower lip, loving the way the swollen flesh parts for him. “Do you want that?” You gasp against him, barely getting an mhmm out as he sucks a bruise into your neck.

“Use your words.”

“I do. I want it, too.”

He pulls away from you, holding your head in his large hands. The soft smile spreading across his face is the most delightful thing you’ve seen. It gives you courage.

He’s not lying. He wants you.

Before you can unravel and doubt the thought, you take his hand, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of it as you lead him to your bedroom. He follows without a second’s hesitation, and this moment—you leading without a single question fluttering in your mind—brings something singing and happy to the surface. All that is left is clear and clean and throbbing.

Gently, he guides you onto your back and crawls on top of you, lifting your shirt to kiss and nip up your belly. When he gets to your chest, he pushes your shirt and bra up and latches onto one of your nipples. Your back arches and the buds raise and pucker as his tongue swirls around one before he bites down.

“Oh,” is all you manage to get out. It comes out breathy and Yoongi thinks it’s the most divine sound he’s ever heard.

“All good?” he asks.

“Good—good, keep going.”

Yoongi pays each breast due attention, sucking and biting in the perfect mix of pain and pleasure, before sitting back on his heels. Beneath him, you couldn’t be more gorgeous, hair spread against the pillow, face and chest flushed. In this moment, your guard is down and he’s never seen you this stunning, your body relaxed and preened with desire. Desire for him.

His bulge strains painfully against his jeans. He wants nothing more but to rip off your pants and take you right now, but first he wants to draw more of those beautiful sounds out of you.

Yoongi smirks, an idea crossing his mind, as he continues to play with your nipples. Just enough to keep your eyes fluttering in pleasure, but not nearly enough to bring you the sense of fulfillment you’re desperately searching for.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he says.

Your eyes snap open, searching his. All you find is mischief.

“I want you to touch me.”

“I am touching you.” He slows his ministrations to mere palming.

“No,” you whine, “I want you to touch me.”

“Don’t make me pull it out of you. Tell me exactly what you want.”

He wants to see you beg.

“I want you to touch my pussy. I want your fingers in me. I need you closer,” you all but gush.

“Good girl,” Yoongi coos at you. “Get undressed.”

Hastily, you move to slip your shirt and bra over your head and shimmy your jeans down your legs. Once you’re left in nothing but your underwear, he leans down to kiss you gently, like all of the tenderness in the world could be captured between your lips.

“Turn over.”

You roll over, onto your belly, twisting back in time to see him pull off his shirt. He moves towards you, straddling the backs of your legs and spreading his palms across your ass. “So pretty,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. He slides his finger underneath the band of your underwear before roughly tugging them down, but not all the way off.

Before you know it, the pads of his fingers are brushing against your dripping cunt, exploring the part of you that he only imagined ever getting to see, let alone touch.

“So wet already. Is this all for me?” he asks. You nod into the pillow. With one hand still drawing lazily through your folds, he grabs your hand and guides it to the prominent bulge in his pants. You gasp when you feel how hard he is.

“Do you see what you do to me? I’ve been this way since you thought it would be a good idea to grind your pretty little ass on me in front of all of those people.”

You moan at the words dropping freely and easily from his mouth—a moan cut short by Yoongi thrusting two fingers into your cunt and starting on a nearly punishing pace. Your hands come back up to grab onto the sheets beside your head.

“I want to get you nice and ready for me. Can I stretch you out so you can take me?” It’s more of a statement than a question, but still, you nod, desperately wanting him to, desperately wanting to please him. With two fingers in you, his thumb begins to press at and circle around your swollen clit.

You moan incoherently into the pillow and push your hips back towards him.

He’s watching your every move, lapping up every delicious sound that falls from your lips. He wants to know exactly what will make you tick, what will bring that gorgeous flush to your face—and he’ll do anything to earn it.

All of a sudden, he’s hitting someplace soft and spongy within you, over and over, and it’s like you’ve been shoved off a cliff, tumbling forward in your pleasure. Your orgasm washes over you before you can even say anything. It comes fast and hard and breathlessly. You clench helplessly around his fingers and he outwardly groans at the sight.

“Did you just come?” he asks, incredulously. He pulls his fingers from you and wipes them on his pants.

“I think so,” you gasp, trying to catch your breath, rolling over and propping yourself up on your elbows.

He chuckles.

“That was the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”

Your already rosy cheeks somehow manage to flush even more. He reaches forward to brush your hair out of your face.

“Do you want to keep going?” he asks. “We don’t have—”

“No, I want to,” you sit up to reach towards his lips and hook your fingers into the belt loops on his pants. “I want you.”

“Yeah?”

“I want your cock. I want to make you feel good.” You slide your hand to cup his growing erection through his pants and he trembles under your touch.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Take your pants off,” you order, not sure where this boldness is coming from, but relishing in the way it courses through you. The clarity of it, like a rain-bloated river flowing after months of drought.

He does as you say, standing up from the bed to roll his pants down his legs. When he rejoins you on the comforter, he’s just in his boxers.

“Off,” you say as you kiss him. “Take them off.”

He peels them off.

You lock gazes with him and reach down to wrap your hand around his cock. You don’t look away: You want to see every moment of pleasure unravel on his face. You want to know you are the source of his pleasure.

You are rewarded with a moan as you begin to stroke him, rolling your thumb over the head to collect the precum that’s gathered there. He thrusts up into your grasp as you tighten your grip and begin to move a little bit faster. But then just as you begin to lean down to take him in your mouth, his hand comes to rest on yours and he pulls you back up, stopping your movements.

His hand soon comes down to rest on yours, stopping your movements.

“God,” he gasps. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”

You pout. “But I want to make you feel good.”

“Don’t worry, you are,” he chuckles. But you’re still frowning. He presses a kiss to your lips, pulling your torso against his. “There’s no rush to do everything tonight. We have all the time in the world.” His words make your heart swell.

He guides you onto your back as he comes to straddle you again, hand slowly stroking up and down his length.

“And you want to do this?” he asks. “Like I said, there’s no rush.”

You nod eagerly, biting your lip.

“Good. Spread yourself for me.”

You reach down and spread your lips apart. Despite the simplicity of the action, you can’t help blushing at the sudden and explicit exposure. But it quickly morphs into pleasure as he grasps himself and slides his length along your slick folds, teasing your clit and your entrance.

“Please…” you whimper, your need building to a desperate ache in your abdomen.

“Please, what?”

The words come tumbling without hesitation.

“Please. I need your cock in me now.” He pushes his cock against your clit just to see you gasp. “Please, Yoongi. Please fuck me.”

If he had any resolve to continue teasing you, it is completely dissolved by your begging. He leans forward, placing one hand for support next to your head, and with the other hand, guides his cock to your entrance and slowly begins to slide in.

“Oh god, it’s like you’re fucking made for me,” he groans, pressed in to the hilt. He stills when he’s all the way in, loving the fit of your tight cunt around him.

Finally wrapped around him, you’re entirely blissed out. If only he would goddamn move.

“Yoongi,” you moan, “I need you to move.”

“Alright, baby girl,” he says cooly—but it takes every ounce of strength he has to keep from pounding into you like an animal. He starts moving, slowly, relishing in the drag of his cock against your snug, wet walls. As he begins to set a pace, these warm, wonderful sounds begin to slip out of you. Each one twists something deep in his gut and he groans out your name. “You’re so good for me, making these pretty sounds, taking my cock so well. Making me feel so good.”

You clench around him at the praise and he moans.

The room fills with the sweet sound of skin meeting skin, your breath tangled in a game of push-and-pull.

His hair has fallen onto his forehead, and with the sweat, stuck there, divinely dark. You reach up to push the strands out of his eyes, hooking your thumb in his mouth. He bites down lightly on the digit, his breath coming heavy, his eyes boring into yours. Just the sight of his own pleasure makes you tremble.

You can feel a second orgasm building.

“I-I’m close,” you tell him.

“Come for me,” he pants in your ear. “Be a good girl and come for me again.” You close your eyes and allow the sound of his voice to roll through your body. You can almost trace the pleasure through your veins. It’s building, like a spring in your abdomen, reaching out into your limbs, your throat, your mind—and then it hits something hard and solid. A block in your chest. A place where you want to keep things tight and close and unseen. Let go, you repeat in your mind as you begin to lose acceleration. Just let go!

But it’s gone, that breaking point seems so far away now.

“Baby, come back to me,” he’s saying, and your eyes shoot open. He reaches up to the hand you’ve tangled in your own hair and guides it around him so that it presses against his back. “Just hold onto me. You don’t need to do anything. Just sit in the space in your body where it feels good. Let it feel good.”

He starts rocking against you again. You take a deep breath and wrap your arms fully around his torso. This slight adjustment allows his pelvic bone to rub up against your clit and you arch your back to push as much of yourself towards him as possible.

“Take it slow,” he says, kissing along your collarbone.

You take a deep breath in. On the exhale, you imagine unwinding the wall within your chest. As you continue to breathe, to just feel the way your chest rises, other sensations begin to rise to the surface. Like the sinful sound of Yoongi’s ragged breath edged with the smallest groan every time he exhales. Or the way his consistent pace seems to press deeper into you with each thrust, building a sensation split between pressure and pleasure. And finally, the way there’s an unending heat simmering in your belly, just waiting for you. Just waiting for you to dive in.

Is this what it meant to let go? To give yourself—your pleasure—your control—up? Finding a space to ebb and flow with sensation instead of trying to track pleasure down? As his hands run over your body, you shudder, allowing the sensation of his rhythm, his warmth, and his affection to rip through you.

“Let go, baby. Let go just for me. Let go,” he pants.

That’s all you need. The pool of pleasure growing in your abdomen explodes, ripping through your entire body. You throw your head back, mouth gaping in a silent scream.

Yoongi hisses at the tight sensation of your warm walls are clenching around him. Looking down at you, spine so delicately arched, sweat pasting your baby hairs to your forehead, your nails leaving small half moons in his lower back, it seemed impossible to hold on any longer. With a grunt, he pounds into you, chasing his own high and loving the way you too are unraveling beneath him. With a final thrust, he comes, thick ropes shooting into you.

He collapses on top of you, making sure to roll to his weight slightly to the side so as not to crush you.

For several minutes the only sound in the room is the sound of your panting. Yoongi props his head up so he’s looking up at you from between your breasts.

“You good?”

“More than good,” you smile.

He looks sleepy, eyelids heavy and pleasure-filled. You made a mental note to get up and wash off and pee in a couple minutes, but for now you just want to stay here, your hands tangled in his dark hair, bathing in the comfort of his weight and rhythmic breath against your skin.

There was no denying the pleasure he had led you through in the past hour. But this, his arms wrapped securely around you, with no doubt that he wanted them there, that he wanted you here, was the kind of pleasure that coursed slowly and gently through your entire body.

“Will you stay?” you mumble into his chest.

“I’m staying,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “For a while.”

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