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Something Sweet.

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Babs Bunny stood in the Looniversity kitchen daydreaming, feeling lost. It had been weeks since Buster had failed to attend the Halloween party, and it was upsetting her greatly by now.

School was hectic, she was passionately infatuated with her new girlfriend, Sweetie, and finals before winter break had been killing her.

When she'd finished her test, she'd found the time to return to her kitchen duties, and so, had been excited at the prospect of finally seeing Buster again.

Unfortunately, like the Halloween party, he didn't show…. To say she was despondent was an understatement, but she also felt angry.

Was this his way of getting back at her for spending all her time with Sweetie?

Surely, he knew about them, and she hoped his jealousy would not sour their holiday together.

Quietly looking around, Babs exhaled, then used the low lunch traffic of finals week to pull out her cell phone.

"…."

Speed dialing his number from her contacts, she felt extreme guilt when recognizing she hadn't bothered to call him all this time, but still, it wasn't like he reached out to her either….

When there was a noise on the other end, Buster spoke in a somewhat timid and reserved manner. "Uhh, hey… Babsie…."

Babs blinked and then responded. "Buster, what's up? It has been weeks, and we haven't spoken."

Babs hid her displeasure over this, but Buster merely apologized nervously. "We-well, sorry, Babs… Everything has been busy, and I have my final today with Merlin, so…."

Buster was acting really different, but perhaps it was his stress.

"Well, yeah… I have been busy with schoolwork and with… uhm… Sweetie…" Babs responded.

Buster was quiet for a second, and Babs thought she detected animosity but was caught off guard by his positive acceptance of it. "Well… I heard, and that's good. I am happy for you…."

Babs was speechless and, after some thought, just spoke to him directly. "Well, we must ride back home together since my final has been done since yesterday, and yours ends today. What time shall we meet up?"

Buster became anxious and then responded. "Oh, today? You want to leave already?"

Babs pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it in a perplexed manner.

What was going on?

She placed it back to her ear and confronted him. "Buster, why are you acting so weird…? Look, if you are upse…."

Buster quickly cut her off before she could go on. "No-no… It is nothing like that…. My final ends at one p.m., so we can meet at the car around two…."

Babs sighed and then confirmed. "Two it is…."

"Hey, Babs?" Buster said.

Babs was becoming put off by his weirdness, but at the very least, let him finish his sentiment.

"Yes?"

"Well, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something…. It's not an emergency or anything, I just…."

Babs did as Buster did earlier and cut him off when she noticed some students were choosing to get lunch.

"Look, Buster, if it isn't an emergency, just tell me at the car…. I have to go…. Since you didn't show, I am the only one here to serve the food."

Her voice was bitter, but she didn't take it further. She merely hung up the phone and returned to serving the sparse few that came.

After this, she would spend her last few hours with Sweetie. Two could play that game if Buster wanted to be distant and odd.

"…."

…

Buster sighed and then lowered his phone. He felt awful for not helping Babs or speaking to her.

He knew she was busy with classes and Sweetie, but the truth was, he was busy with more than just school.

Fifi….

She had consumed his life after the night they spent together, and indeed, it was a matter of unadulterated passion, as well as what he believed to be "love."

He fell hard and fast and was almost sure it was the same for Fifi.

They weren't overt with the love affair in front of other students, but when they were alone… He could only say that Fifi raised his grade in kissing from a D- to an A+ in mere weeks.

He felt no shame for liking her so much, and truth be told, their pseudo-secrecy with it made it an excitingly playful game that they both joked and teasingly flirted with one another about.

"…."

Just thinking about it made him hot, but he knew it was no time to get lost in that type of thing. He had intended to do something special today, but Babs was too against him to speak to him about it.

Usually, he would reconsider his plans without Babs' consent, but when it came to Fifi, he decided to move forward without her blessing.

"…."

Raising up his phone again, he thumbed through his contacts. After a moment's search, he found one labeled "Mom."

Pressing it, the phone began ringing, and he placed it up to his ear.

…

"Hey, if it isn't my little Buster~!?" His mom answered jovially, already knowing it was him from the caller ID.

Buster scratched the back of his head and then responded. "Hey, Mom…. Uhm, I am sorry to bother you, but…"

"Oh! You are never a bother to me, honey…." She interrupted.

Buster gulped slightly and then spoke. "I know, Mom. I mean to say, " I need to ask you something."

"Well, go on, shoot." His mom said as she waited patiently.

"Uhm… Well," Buster began. "I am calling to ask if it would be ok with you if we had a… well… a guest come stay with us for the Christmas holidays."

His mom was quiet for a moment, then, when she responded, she had a deviously playful tone. "Oh, Buster, does it happen to be a young lady, by chance?"

Buster's face was so hot and red that if his mother could see it, she would laugh.

"Well, uhm…. yeah…."

His mom became excited, and she spoke enthusiastically. "Of course, she can come! Anyone my son adores is certainly welcome in this burrow~!"

Buster felt relief hearing it out loud but could already see his mom's excessive teasing would be the cost he would pay to accomplish this.

With appreciation, he responded. "Thanks, mom… You don't know what this will mean for her…."

"Anytime, sweetheart! You know when you, Babs, and your little girlfriend will be arriving here?"

Buster thought and then responded. "Likely before dinner. I have my final to do first."

His mother smiled to herself. "Well, good, I will get things ready by then."

"Thanks again, mom… I need to go…."

"Hold it, young man… You can't leave until you tell me her name~!"

Buster felt ever more embarrassed and sheepishly grumbled her name. "Fifi…"

"Ohhh, what a lovely name. I am so thrilled! Love you, sweetheart, byeee."

"Love you too, mom." Buster finished the call and hung up the phone.

It went as well as he expected when it came to his mom.

With his final approaching, he knew he had one chance to get Fifi to come with him, and he would take it as soon as his final was done.

"…."

…

Buster wandered through a mostly empty campus and made it to the magical antics building where all manner of prestidigitation, voodoo, and spells were taught.

He moved through the hallways towards the auditorium's backstage door, where he needed to ready for his final. He was stopped in his tracks entirely when he saw Fifi was there waiting for him beside it.

"Ohhh! Mon chéri~! There you are to be being!"

Buster was initially excited but became worried when he stopped staring at her lovely face long enough to see she was dressed to leave.

Donning her rose haute couture trench coat and a matching beret with her suitcase by her side, the ensemble perfectly complimented her purple fur.

"Fifi, Uhm… What's up?" His voice came out fearful and less passionate than usual.

Fifi frowned but then let out a sad sigh. "I am here to catch you, so to say au revoir before I go to my home for the winters break. The snow is really coming down, and I worry I will be very stuck here if I do not to be leaving soon…."

Buster's heart froze, and he glanced up at the clock. There was no time to talk to her how he wished and needed to with the final beginning in moments.

Looking back, he could see Fifi was hurt by his lack of excitement to see her, but it was also apparent that neither wanted to leave the other.

"…"

When Buster failed to speak, Fifi did so instead. "What is to be troubling you, Bustair…? It is only to be several weeks…."

It was apparent that Fifi was trying to convince herself of that just as much as him so that her depression wouldn't take over.

With another glance up at the clock, Buster saw it was already time, so he blurted out a lie in a desperate attempt to try and keep her there.

"I… Well, it is my final!"

"Ohhh, Oui! I am understanding, do not to worry, you will certainly be fine. After all, you helped me raise my prank grade to the A, and I cannot thank you enough!" Fifi encouraged him.

Buster thought again and then frowned. "No, I… I know a way to ace my final, but… Well…"

When he trailed off, Fifi raised an eyebrow. "Well? What is it that you are needing? Perhaps I can be helping?"

Buster put on his best act and gave it his all. "Well, if I had an assistant, I could do grander tricks."

Fifi giggled and then put on a sly smile. "Oui, and you are not just saying this to spend more time with Moi~?"

Buster had been seen through, but he merely doubled down. "What if I am? Sides, I have a car. Anywhere you need to be dropped off, I can arrange."

Fifi was amused by his candor, but truthfully, spending more time with Buster made her feel relieved. "Oui… Then, on to the magics!"

With that, Buster walked towards the door and opened it. Once on the other side, he pointed Fifi towards a wardrobe room.

"You can find an outfit in there... I already have mine ready."

Fifi looked at the clothes hanging, and upon examining them all, she eventually pulled out a sultry and shimmering magician's assistant outfit that was clearly designed to accentuate the feminine form.

"Ohh, now I see why you really wanted me to help. Shame on you, Bustair Bunny!" She said exceptionally assertively and playfully.

Buster pulled his wand from his ear, and with a tap to himself, he poofed into a sleek, black uniform befitting of a professional magician.

After he was ready, he responded. "Not really, because you look stunning no matter what you wear."

Fifi's heart skipped a beat, and she looked down over the compliment. It was unlike her to get flustered, but Buster knew how to charm her in a way no one else did.

"…"

"Ok, get ready. You have seen the tricks I do often, so just follow my lead and ques."

Fifi began undoing her coat and then nodded. "But, of course, you can count on Moi."

…

When Buster walked out from backstage onto centerstage, he felt intimidated when he saw Merlin sitting there waiting. He had a pencil in his hand and a notepad in the other.

The second he noticed Buster, he began to scribble something down and then spoke. "You are late, Buster. You know how I feel about tardiness."

Buster nodded and then bowed. "I am sorry, professor. I was just readying my assistant."

Merlin raised an eyebrow but then got a smirk on his face. "Taking this very seriously, are you?"

Buster nodded and then pulled off his hat. "Very…"

After he said that, he reached into it and began to rummage.

Merlin watched and began to write something down. After that, Buster appeared to struggle to pull anything from the hat.

When Buster pulled nothing, Merlin frowned and shook his head. As he was about to begin writing, Buster threw the hat up, and then it landed on the floor in the correct, upright position.

Merlin paused, and Buster began tapping the hat with his wand.

"I would like to introduce you to my wonderful assistant…. Fifi~!"

Buster lifted the hat rim, grabbing it, and every inch he did revealed another part of a person from her feet until it popped off of her head.

Fifi grinned, and she stood shimmering in the show lights. Her tight uniform accentuated her beautiful curves, and she merely reached above her head to take the hat as it was removed.

Pulling it down, it fit her nicely, and Buster held out his hands to present her. "Voilà!"

Merlin couldn't help but smile as he wrote, and Fifi herself clapped to his use of French.

Once Merlin was attentive again, Buster went into a whole act with Fifi following his lead. She was as elegant as she was competent and proved a valuable asset to his show.

…

Both were tired when they rounded down to the last trick. However, Merlin looked highly content with the whole affair.

"I am impressed, especially with how well you two worked together. I am giving you an A, and I, well, I hope you consider joining me for intermediate magics next semester. You and your lovely assistant that is."

Buster and Fifi gave a bow, and with that concluded, they bid farewell to Merlin. Now utterly free from school, the two entered the empty backstage area.

Once there, Fifi grabbed Buster into a tight hug and spoke to him. "Congratulations, Mon amour!"

Buster instinctively wrapped his arms around her, and as he was about to speak, Fifi kissed him to keep him quiet.

The kissing was slow initially but really picked up as their feelings intensified. With nobody back there, the two just kissed passionately until their mouths were sore.

Both gasped once the long kisses broke, and Fifi wiped her mouth. "Très satisfaisant…."

After that, Fifi disappeared into the dressing area while Buster flicked his wrist to poof to his everyday attire. When she eventually returned, she was once again in her going-away outfit.

Moving towards the wall, she grabbed her suitcase and turned to Buster.

"Oui…. I must be off if the snow hasn't gotten to being worse. If so, I am deciding that I will let you go on your way to your home for safety. A ride is not necessary if I am to be staying here an extra night."

Buster pulled out his phone to look at it and saw it was thirty minutes to two. Now that he had time to speak to her intimately, he did so.

"Hey, uh, Fifi….?"

Fifi could see his expression, and it worried her. She quietly put down her suitcase and then responded.

"Oui, Bustair?"

Buster breathed out and then admitted the truth. "Look, I… really didn't need an assistant, though appreciate you helped, regardless…. I had another reason I tried to get you to stay here with me. I, well… I was deceptive because I needed time to speak with you like this."

Fifi felt anxious, but she allowed him to continue without protest or misunderstanding.

"I know you said you like being home…. It makes you feel safe because it is the one thing that's been there for you… but I, well, I don't think that it's right you be alone for the holidays."

Fifi was now wide-eyed and frozen in place, unable to speak on what she now knew was about to come.

"…."

"Anyway, I wanted to ask you to spen…."

Before Buster could finish the request, Fifi slammed herself into his body hard. So hard, in fact, that he nearly toppled over.

Buster held firm but could now feel Fifi shaking against his body. When he wrapped his arms around her, she quivered, and her voice came out broken between half-sobs as tears wet her cheekfur and ran off until they splashed onto his hoodie.

"I… I am to being overwhelmed…. I… this can't to be happening. I…"

She rubbed her face against Buster's warm hoodie and inhaled his scent. Then, she heard Buster speak gently to her.

"Hey, it's ok…. I already asked my mom. She's excited…. I am sorry I didn't ask ahead of time, but…."

Fifi shook her head, and as she looked up, she sniffled and gave him a genuine, loving smile. "Yo… you are to being certain you are wanting this?"

Buster just smiled back as he raised his hand to her damp cheek and rubbed it.

"Of course…." He said as he bent in.

Fifi slowly bent upwards towards him, and the two kissed in a reserved but still meaningful manner.

"…."

Eventually, the two broke the hug, and Fifi lifted her suitcase again. In truth, she was terrified…. This was something she'd never known before, but she'd be damned if she let it pass her by.

Once Buster reached out his hand. She grasped it tightly, and with that, the two were off to spend the holiday together.

…

Walking through the campus to the parking lot was calm. The dark grey sky blanketed the heavens and sprinkled numerous shimmering snowflakes down upon the two as they went.

The walkway lights had come on earlier, and their glow against the undisturbed, harder snow made it shimmer as if glitter were dumped atop it.

Further still, the two walked, and now, they could see it was primarily vacant in the parking lot.

People had left early, as Fifi intended to do, and the deep snow seemed to make Fifi somewhat uneasy.

"Uhm, Bustair? How will we be getting to your homes with this? I do not want you to be rushing on my account… We can stay here where it is safe for the night."

Buster eyed her as he walked up to an older, box-shaped Sedan. Once by it, he let go of her hand and responded.

"Don't worry about it. I am used to this weather and like to drive, so it'll be easy."

Fifi was unsure but trusted his word nonetheless. Buster pulled out the key and unlocked the passenger side door for her, and once she got in, he grabbed hold of her suitcase.

Moving to the back, he opened the trunk, which revealed Babs and his already thrown-in stuff from days prior. Moving some of his to the side, he crammed Fifi's in and slammed the trunk shut.

With an exhale, steam came out of his nose, and he walked to the driver's side. Opening it, he put the key in the ignition and turned it on. Shutting the door again, he returned to the passenger side door.

Fifi just looked up at him, and he pointed to a button in front of her. "Just push that in a few minutes and set it as high as you want. This hunk of junk is old, but the one thing it does have is good heat."

Fifi grinned while keeping the door open and responded. "Merci, Bustair."

As she watched him, she realized he was waiting for someone, and it was clear to her who. "So, are you and Babs to sharing the car?"

Buster smiled and nodded. "Yep, we both have a set of keys. She hates driving long distances, so it usually falls on me to do it."

Fifi turned her head and then pushed the heat button, after which she pushed the up arrow multiple times. "Oui, that sounds nice…. I do not drive because to be affording a car is out of the question, especially when there are the clothes to buy."

When hearing that, Buster sympathetically leaned in and rubbed her cheek as he did before. "Thanks for coming…. I just…. I really wanted to give you the holiday you deserve."

Fifi nuzzled his hand and shut her eyes. "I know…. I am being scared…. To act is something I do not know how…. Still, I am beside myself with the excitments."

Buster laughed and then pushed the door closer to her so it could be easily shut. "Well, keep warm, pretty soon you will be with your new family…."

Fifi stared up as Buster shut the door gently. They had only known each other for a few months, and already it was this serious?

Was it?

….

Did it even matter?

If it felt this right, then it was worth seeing what it led to.

"…."

…

Babs walked somberly as Sweetie kept talking her ear off, though, in truth, she was not listening. Her mind was preoccupied, and it became ever more evident to her girlfriend as time passed.

"Babs?"

When she heard her name spoken by Sweetie, she responded weakly. "Yes?"

Sweetie stared at her as she floated there and then called her out. "Where are you at, babe? You have been inattentive all day…. Did I do something wrong?"

Babs immediately tried to deny it, though it was unconvincing. "No… Nothing is wrong, honey… I just…"

Sweetie seemed upset and interrupted Babs to speak her mind. "You can talk to me… We are supposed to be close, and this is hurting my feelings."

Babs eventually looked at her and gave in. "Yeah, I am sorry…. It is just, Buster…. He is acting weird, and I am worried about him. I feel like I got carried away with spending time with you, no offense."

Sweetie understood and shook her head. "Well, let him be jealous…. I get you two are close and stuff, but it doesn't mean you can't live your own life. Sides, everyone has been busy and acting weird lately. Shirly is always gone, helping Hamton with his anxiety. Fifi is either glued to her phone or not around at all…. So, just enjoy the holiday. Catch up, spend time together."

Sweetie's long speech made her sweat, as she felt like an idiot doing this mushy stuff. A tough girl like her didn't like to show this soft side of herself.

Babs had absorbed the words, and it truly brought her comfort. Everyone was preoccupied, and this was the perfect time to catch up with Buster….

Like the old days….

"Thanks' Sweetie… I, that made me feel much better."

"No problem!" Sweetie responded, surprised it actually worked.

Eventually, the two stopped traveling, and Babs could see Sweetie's family was there to pick her up in the distance.

"Well, it's time to have some space, I guess…." Babs grumbled.

Sweetie moved in and rubbed her face against Babs'. "It will be brief…. I will text you every day, I promise."

"I… I promise, too." Babs moved in and kissed Sweetie on the head. "I… love you."

"I love you too, girl~!" Sweetie winked and then turned to fly off.

"Bye…" Babs trailed off as she began to trudge through the thick snow towards her and Buster's car.

…

As Buster waited, he could now see Babs at the end of the parking lot. She was rushing now that she was in the final stretch.

Once in front of Buster, she spoke. "Well, it's been a while, stranger."

Buster looked unamused and just responded. "Knock it off, Babs…"

Babs could see the car was running, and the windows were all completely obscured by ice and fog. When she moved towards the passenger door, Buster blocked her. "Sorry, Babs. The back seat is the only place with room."

Babs scowled and was confident Buster was doing this purposefully, so she just walked towards the back door and swung it open.

Pulling herself in, she slammed it as hard as possible and then nearly had a heart attack when she saw someone in the front seat.

"Hello, Babs, it is nice to have seeing you," Fifi said as she beamed.

Babs stared in disbelief and winced when scraping was heard as Buster removed the ice from the windows with a scraper.

"I…. Fifi. Er… well, I guess it is too cold out. It was nice of Buster to give you a ride."

Fifi held her smile not really understanding Babs, and then spoke. "Oh, yes. It will be a ride, certainly!"

The interaction between them was highly awkward, and when Buster got into the driver's seat, he fixed the mirror and put the car in drive.

"Everybody, buckle up!"

Fifi was already securely in, so Babs begrudgingly put her belt on as asked. Once everyone was ready, Buster slowly reversed and then hit the road.

…

Babs was staring out the window at the storm and felt lost. Even as they left town, she was perplexed why Fifi was still with them.

Moving her eyes forward, she could see Fifi speaking to Buster, but their words were muted to Babs' ears. It was as if the moment of realization was upon her, and she needed to stop it.

"So, uhm…" Babs began abruptly, interrupting the two. "Where do we need to take Fifi?"

Fifi looked startled and stared at Buster for help. She thought she was welcome, but Babs' recent demeanor made her feel different.

When Buster turned onto the main road, he glanced back at Babs and spoke bluntly. "She's staying with us. Mom already said she could."

"…."

Babs was utterly silent and felt really hurt. As she returned to shrinking inward, she saw Fifi placing her hands against Buster's arm.

It all made sense….

Fifi disappearing constantly….

Whenever she was there with the girls, she was too busy texting and laughing to herself….

Buster trying to talk to her earlier….

As it came crashing down on Babs, she found herself inside a pit of anger and despair. All the things she'd thought Buster had felt for her and Sweetie, she was now feeling towards Fifi.

…

After about an hour's drive, where Babs didn't converse, and ignored Fifi and Buster while they did. Buster pulled into a gas station by the side of the road.

Once they were stopped, he turned off the car and spoke to everyone. "Alright, I am going to get gas and hit the store, if you girls want or need anything, help yourself."

As Buster opened his door, Fifi leaned in, and Babs felt alienated when her brother was kissed right before her. She was just a third wheel now, during her family holiday….

…

With Buster gone, Fifi fidgeted. Babs' subtle animosity was not lost on her, and she felt terrible for being here. Eventually, she tried to open a dialog with Babs to ease herself.

"It has been some time since we have been hanging out, no? It is good to finally have it."

Babs was distant but still willing to converse, though not as nicely as she had intended. "Yeah…. We've all been busy, especially you, as it turns out."

Fifi's expression turned to a frown, and she fearlessly confronted Babs. "Oh, and what is that supposed to be meaning?"

Babs became more confrontational and then responded. "You are always leering at boys, and now I find you are hooking up with my brother. You didn't even have the courtesy to tell me…."

Fifi scowled and answered back in a mockingly haughty manner. "Oh, sure, then I shall remember the next time to be asking petite princesse Babs for permission, yes?"

Babs was now full-blown angry and spit back at Fifi's mocking tone. "Just shut up! You forced your way here, so keep your ignorance in check, will ya'…. This is my family, not yours!"

Fifi was crushed but would not be talked down to. She glared and then spoke bluntly. "The only thing ignorant in this cars is you and your sense of fashion. I am finding it to be as hideous as your personality, now…."

Babs just stared, and the beyond-hurt look on Fifi's face was getting to her. Before she could speak, though, Fifi opened the car door, got out, and slammed it.

"…."

Now truly alone, Babs felt a sense of shame. Fifi and she were never "that" close, but she did like her. Now, to be told she had a horrible personality and ugly clothes, even from an acquaintance, hurt.

…

When Buster returned to the car from the rest stop store with a paper bag in his arm, he was surprised to see Fifi out in the freezing cold. She seemed reserved, and he immediately opened a dialog with her.

"What's up, Fifi? You, ok?"

Fifi half-heartedly smiled when she saw him and then straightened her posture. "Oh, nothing, Bustair…. I, well, I needed a breath of the fresh air."

Buster could sense she was lying and pressed further. "Is it Babs? Look, I am sorry. Since I talked to her this morning, she has been a real Grinch."

Fifi looked frightened but then shook her head. "Non, Babs has to been great… We, uhm, well, we were having the nice conversation before I needed air."

Buster smiled slightly, hearing that. "Good, it is nice to hear Babs is finally coming around."

He pulled open the door for Fifi, and she got in quietly. Babs stared at her from the back seat, and she was ready for the lecture from Buster once he got in.

…

When Buster sat, he pulled open the paper bag and handed Fifi a paper cup that was extremely warm to the touch. Pulling another one free, he handed it back to Babs.

"Here, sis."

His voice was pleasant, and he was unaware of what had transpired. Babs took the cup into her hands with a pang of intense guilt and stared at it.

Abruptly, Fifi's voice rang out with delight as she sipped from the cup. "Le chocolat chaud est ma boisson préférée, Merci Bustair~!"

Buster laughed joyously and then drank some from his own cup. "Yep, I figured it would help for the home stretch."

He started the car and was quickly driving again. They then turned onto a backroad that looked like it was made of dirt and began moving along with the sleeping forest surrounding them.

It was getting dark and foreboding, but Buster was diligently keeping them safe.

Babs was sipping her hot chocolate and staring at Fifi from behind, still having mixed feelings about this affair.

Fifi was admiring the scenery in front of them in the headlights. The thing that had happened earlier still bothered her, but she managed it by ignoring Babs' existence.

"…"

…

After another thirty minutes, Buster pulled up to what appeared to be an electric lantern light on a post. It illuminated the now-black forest surrounding them, and once he shut off the car, he spoke to Fifi.

"Well, we're here."

Fifi was staring at the pretty light in a sea of utter darkness. It was like a beacon of salvation in the nothingness. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she was abruptly startled by Babs opening the back door and shutting it roughly.

The bang caused both of them to watch as she was seen walking towards the light. With a kick of her rabbit foot, the snow was brushed aside, revealing a wooden door. With a pull on the handle, she revealed a hole with a light coming from it.

Without looking back, she disappeared into it and shut the door behind herself.

"…."

Fifi looked at Buster, and he merely shrugged. After that, she spoke in a way that was riddled with trepidation.

"Well… Uhm, I am not to being sure how to handle this. This is your family, and I am…."

Buster reached out abruptly and touched her hand, which made her stop talking. He then spoke gently. "Fifi, it's fine…. Just be yourself. Heck, my mother would appreciate it if you did."

When Fifi timidly looked at his face, she uttered the only word that came to mind. "Pourquoi?" ("Why?")

Buster smiled. Having been around her constantly, he was picking this up a little. "She loves dresses and fashion, so I think you two could have a good time."

Fifi's eyes became bright, and her grin appeared in full force. "Ohhh, C'est incroyable."

After learning that, she felt her spirit's lift. This could be a dream come true to talk to a mom about things she adored.

Buster opened his door and shut it, opening Fifi's side so she could step out.

"Merci."

Buster then looked at the exposed burrow door and spoke. "Why don't you go in and introduce yourself…. I will bring your stuff in."

Fifi was intimidated, but she merely nodded. If it was his wish, then she would.

Quietly walking to the door, the pleasant smell of burning firewood wafted through the winter's air. Once she stood by a small metal pipe sticking out from the ground with smoke wafting up from it, she pulled up the front door to reveal the burrow hole.

After that, it was only a matter of traversing down the cramped steps made of sturdy dirt.

…

Immediately, Fifi was taken aback by how warm and quaint it was. The décor was to her liking, and the place, even of hard dirt, was clean.

The lamps in the room were bright and inviting, and the Christmas decorations, as well as the tree, were set. In all her years, this was an experience she had only ever had in movies.

"…."

Standing in a daze, she was surprised when Buster's mom spoke from behind her.

"Welllll, you must be Fifi! Welcome!"

Fifi turned and quietly bowed politely, though forgetting she might not be understood by how she responded. "Oui, je suis Fifi."

Buster's mom grinned happily and nodded. "Well, you have such an adorable accent. You may call me Shara or even 'mom' if you prefer to."

Fifi could only stare in disbelief that this was happening. When she failed to respond, Shara continued on.

"Why don't you remove those damp clothes and give them here? I will hang them."

Fifi sheepishly unbuttoned her rather nice coat and removed her beret, after which she handed them off.

"…."

Shara examined them as she took hold and couldn't help but comment. "My, my… haute couture. I am jealous."

Fifi nearly exploded when hearing that and couldn't help but respond. "Oui, c'est haute couture…. I, er…. Well, I am happy you are to be liking it."

Shara just shut her eyes and gave a big grin, after which she took the clothes and hung them by the fireplace set into the wall. Comprised of compact stones, it was what funneled smoke through the ground to the pipe outside.

Shara turned and then blinked. "My, I got carried away with the introductions…. I forgot all about poor Buster."

Fifi giggled spontaneously and then shook her head. "Non, Bustair is not to be forgotten. He is getting things from the car."

Shara laughed and then nodded. "Oh, well, make yourself at home, dear. The couch is right there if you are thirsty. The fridge is that way…. Dinner is going to be ready in another hour or so."

Fifi continued to stand but nodded to show that she had heard what was said. Despite feeling more at ease, she was still utterly unable to act like a guest here.

…

After several minutes of waiting, Buster appeared, carrying his and her things. He was overwhelmed, so Fifi came and took some of it off of him.

"Thanks', Fifi…."

"Not to being a problem." She said sweetly.

Buster's presence made her feel utter comfort, which allowed her to not feel so alien here.

Buster looked over, then moved his head to the side to bid her to follow. "C'mon, I will show you to the guest room."

Fifi merely followed with her suitcase in her hands, but as the two passed the kitchen, Shara rang out when she caught them.

"There's my little man~!"

Buster froze and felt utterly humiliated, mainly because he heard Fifi laugh at his expense.

When his mom came over, she grinned deviously and placed her hands on her hips. "Well, nothing to say to your poor, old mom?"

Buster held his things and tried to escape the humiliation. "Ma… Come on, I need to show Fifi to the guest room, and I am carrying a lot of stuff."

Shara seemed delighted by his torture, so she continued on. "Oh, come now, Hunny Bunny…."

Fifi snorted when she heard that, and Buster became exasperated.

"MOM!"

His mom only laughed alongside Fifi, then decided to give him a break…. for now. "I already readied your room for her to stay in. It only needed a bit of dusting."

Fifi and Buster stared at one another, and then Buster timidly spoke to his mom. "My room…? but I thought…."

Shara took her hands off her hips and then turned towards the kitchen. "Buster, you are nineteen, not fourteen. Go spend time unpacking."

With that, she walked away, releasing him from his humiliation. However, despite that grueling treatment, he felt a deep sense of respect that he was being treated his age when it came to Fifi.

"Let's go, Fifi…. This way to my room…."

Fifi only smirked and responded mockingly. "Oui, lead the way, Monsieur Hunny Bunny."

Buster rolled his eyes as Fifi entertained herself at his expense, and then he led her through the burrow halls.

"…."

…

It took only a scant few moments until they found themselves at a wooden door nestled tightly against a stone frame in the dirt wall.

Moving his hand while trying not to drop everything, Buster turned the knob and thrust it open. Walking in, he messily dropped his things on the floor and turned on a lamp to illuminate the room.

Fifi walked in and shut the door quietly behind herself. The second she saw everything gave her a real sense of who Buster was while growing up.

Trophies adorned a row of shelves along the right wall, and there was a vast collection of VHSs and DVDs along several massive shelves. All of which had to do with classic Loony Tunes and Bugs Bunny.

Above his TV was a framed and signed poster of Bugs with Michael Jorden, kept utterly pristine. Moving her eyes to the left sat his bed, which was less a bed and more like a fat mattress on the floor without a frame.

Above that were dozens of pictures of Babs, himself, and his mother. All depicting various ages and events in their lives.

As Fifi scrutinized everything, Buster came over and commented on her examination. "Yep, Babsie and I did everything together…. It is…. Well, it is just a shame that going to college together brought distance between us…."

Fifi eyed him and frowned. She could tell how hurt he was by Babs' behavior truly angered her. Still, she didn't criticize and merely thought about everything absent in her own life.

It was in the story of the pictures that Fifi noticed something odd and, without thinking, commented on it. "Oh, I am seeing you are not having a dad?"

The second she said that he stared at her, and she immediately felt scummy for having said something so careless. "Non…. I am to being sorry, Bustair. I did not mean it in that way…. I just…."

Buster just shrugged and responded bluntly. "He abandoned us when Babs and I were babies. Don't really know why…. Can't say I care too much."

Fifi looked him over, and unlike what she expected, he did not care genuinely. "I… I am surprised. Not having the family is so hard…."

Buster placed his hand on her back and rubbed it. "You have it far worse than I ever could, Fifi. I had years to think about it and decided that if he didn't want to be my dad, the feeling is mutual because I don't want to be his son."

"…."

Fifi looked down and then eventually responded. "Well, even so, I understand how you are to feel about it at one point."

Buster smiled and just responded sweetly. "I know you do. That's why you are here. You deserve to feel the same way I do and not worry about what you don't have."

Fifi was sheepish and merely murmured her immediate fears. "But… Babs…."

Buster raised an eyebrow and then sighed. "I knew you lied to me at the gas station…."

Fifi was about to try to convince him otherwise, but he spoke again before she could.

"Look, forget, Babs, ok? If she is willing to treat you poorly, like because of me…. Then, I guess…. Well, I guess she was never the person I thought she was."

The pain-filled sadness of Buster's tone was distressing to Fifi, mostly because she knew it was the opposite. Babs was a laid-back sweetheart.

"…."

Before she could defend Babs, Buster turned away and then spoke. "Make yourself comfortable. I am going to go help Mom set up for dinner. I will come get you when it is ready."

Fifi watched as he left and returned to the pictures of Buster and his family.

No matter how happy she could feel, she knew deep down it was her fault for getting between Babs and Buster.

It hurt so deeply to feel like she was tearing them apart that she contemplated leaving before she could even settle in.

"…."

…

Babs lay in her bed and stared at the ceiling. Her mind ran through everything that had happened and changed. In the time since, she'd realized that she was acting out of line.

"…."

Though, she felt as if she was caught. She was too ashamed to apologize after so much antagonism, and even if she did, she feared it would not change a thing, given how far it had gone.

Even after hearing her mom calling for dinner, Babs stayed put with the door locked. Her phone buzzed through vibrate mode constantly.

She knew it was Sweetie, but a deep part felt she didn't deserve to talk to her. The way she let negative emotions take hold of her was so unlike her that it scared her.

"…."

Inevitably, she just shut her eyes and thought that perhaps sleeping would do her good. Turning away from her phone, she stared at the wall that connected her room to Buster's.

…

Late into the night, Fifi sat in Buster's bed while he slept soundly beside her. Dinner had been spectacular, and Buster's mom truly made her feel like she belonged with the family.

Still, a tense and sickening feeling had wracked her since bedtime. Try as she might, she couldn't sleep, and the more she got into her own head, the sadder she became.

"…."

Watching Buster sleep was usually so relaxing, but she was a ball of nerves tonight. Stuck in an alien place while the shadows danced by way of the dimply lit candle on his table.

After doing everything possible to try and sleep, she inevitably slid off the end of the mattress and stood up. Looking down at Buster, she felt her heart shatter.

It was a mistake to come here….

She longed for her small, cramped, trashy car. She longed to be away from this overwhelming sense of togetherness. Deep down, she felt she did not deserve it, and hiding that fact was becoming ever more demanding.

Sauntering quietly towards the room door, she looked back, and when she saw Buster was still zonked out. She opened it and left him behind.

"…."

…

Moving through the quiet burrow, the dim cracking of the fireplace burned its final embers. The tree was alight with beautiful decorations, and the sense of Christmas was beginning to make Fifi hyperventilate.

She became dizzy, and memories of empty homes and loveless holidays assaulted her. She began to feel tears streaming down her cheeks.

She choked back her sobs and rubbed her eyes furiously. Not wanting to bawl out her deepest emotions, she stumbled into the dimly lit kitchen.

On the table sat a giant candle that made it easy for late-night snackers to find their way. Fifi, on the other hand, just pulled out a wooden chair and plopped down into it.

Her dejection had come on full force, and despite how hard she struggled against it, her tears just began to flow out of her eyes and dot the tablecloth.

Deep heaves and sputtering gasps and moans accompanied them, and she could only think to keep herself quiet to not wake anybody.

"…."

Sitting there, she cried, and as she wept, she felt emotional pain. There was no catharsis to this, only a festering wound that had revealed itself the second she let the shambling wall she had built crumble.

…

Babs stood outside and was rummaging through the trunk of the car. She'd found sleep impossible, as well as talking to Sweetie. So, to get her mind off the bad feelings, she figured she'd unpack under the safety of the twilight hours.

The snow kept pouring, and it was so deep and freezing outside that Bab's heavy coat was not enough. Still, she determinedly pulled her bags out and slammed the trunk shut.

With an exhale of steam wafting out of her mouth, she watched it dance in the lanternlight provided out front. With a few steps more, she opened the door to the burrow and quietly made her way to the living room, shutting it behind herself as she went.

With her being so quiet, she knew she'd not be waking anybody up, but a soft noise startled her to the point that she nearly dropped her things.

Looking briefly around, she could see Fifi in front of the kitchen candle in the distance. However, any sensible person could tell she was currently under incredible distress.

Silently, Babs placed her things down and tossed off her unbuttoned wool coat. In the time it took her to reach the kitchen doorframe, Fifi was so preoccupied with sobbing to herself that she hadn't even noticed.

Standing there, watching. Babs' heart only sank further and further into her own stomach acid the longer the agonized emotions were expelled.

After long enough, Babs could take no more and spoke out gently into the kitchen. "Fifi….?"

Fifi was startled and stared wide-eyed as Babs caught her in such a vulnerable state. She quickly rubbed her eyes and stammered, but her fur was so wet that it was a pointless attempt.

"I… h-hello, Babs…. I am to being sorry…. I just was eating the late-night snack…."

Babs quietly walked in, and Fifi stared frightenedly at her, but all she ended up doing was sitting across from her.

"…."

"Fifi…. Are you ok?"

Fifi tried to compose herself further, and Babs' direct confrontation only made her resigned to her fate. With a few quivering heaves, she merely answered honestly.

"Non…. I…. I am to not…."

Babs stared and then rubbed the back of her head. Afterward, she said what she should have said to Fifi long ago.

"Look…. Fifi, I am sorry…. I didn't mean to make you feel this way. I just…. I guess I am just afraid of losing my brother…. Then, I realized after a lot of thought tonight that I was ok with losing him if it meant I was the one happy with someone…. I just…. I am a terrible person, like you said."

Fifi sniffled and then shook her head before speaking through partial sobs. "Non…. it… is…. not…. you…."

Babs didn't understand, so she reached out and placed her hand on Fifi's shoulder. Fifi couldn't smile, but the act had eased her crying slightly.

After a while of silent crying on and off, Fifi felt strong enough to speak, and so she did.

"I am to being very sorry…. I never wanted to come between you and your brother. I just…. Bustair really wanted me to come, so I did."

Babs nodded and eventually responded. "Yeah, I figured that out a bit ago…."

With another deep heave, Fifi had enough comfort to speak to Babs about what was occurring.

"I…. It is so hard for me to being here…. You all are wonderful, but Christmas has never been something for me…. I feel to be so weird and out of place. When all you know is alone, how can you find comfort with others?"

Babs was unsure precisely what Fifi was talking about but was getting the gist that she knew very little about her new friend.

Thinking on it, Babs removed her hand and smiled at her earnestly. "Well…. With help…. I know Buster has been doing his part…. I have been slacking, though."

Fifi wiped her eyes and smiled for the first time in a while, after which she sucked in her snot. Something completely out of character for her to do, but nonetheless, important. It showed she trusted Babs.

Eventually, Fifi sighed and continued speaking. "This is the first of a lot of things for me…. I have never been to Christmas in such a way, nor have I ever loved a boy as much as this…."

Babs smiled, and seeing her deep love for her brother made her feel good. Ultimately, she wanted Buster to be happy, and if Fifi was sincere, she knew that it would be the result.

Standing up, Babs moved to the fridge and pulled out two drinks. Walking back to the table, she placed one of the colas before Fifi and spoke. "Well, neither of us will sleep for a while after being so worked up…."

Fifi merely nodded and pulled the tab on the can, making it hiss.

"…."

As Babs did the same, she took a sip, then coyly made an offer to Fifi. "So, whata' ya' say, sis? Wanna watch a late-night movie?"

Fifi seemed shocked, but they both put on the same genuine smile after their eyes met. "O-Oui, soeurette. J'aimerais bien."

Babs didn't understand, but she really didn't need to. When Fifi stood to follow her, she quietly led the way to her room, leaving her bags and animosity at the door.

"…."

…

After spending hours together up through the morning, Fifi and Babs watched a stupid Christmas movie, and as the clock drew to 3 AM, Fifi finally yawned and spoke tiredly.

"I am to being sleepy…. It is perhaps the time that I can sleep…."

Babs let out her own yawn and then responded to Fifi. "Yeah…. You sure you will be ok?"

Fifi thought, but Babs' time with her had calmed her substantially. Standing, she stretched and looked down at the rabbit sitting on the floor.

"Oui, I will be doing ok…. I am going to head back to Bustair…."

Her voice was timid, but Babs merely grinned and then laughed. "Don't let his snoring keep you up longer."

Fifi only laughed, though Buster didn't snore. She enjoyed the playful teasing at Buster's expense.

With little more than a good night, the two parted ways. Less weighed down, Babs grabbed her phone and read the texts she had ignored from Sweetie.

After that, she began to type a text that began with her newfound feelings of excitement.

"Sorry, Sweetie, I was busy… You won't believe this, but it looks like I have a "new sister" who came to visit with Buster…. You'll never guess who…."

…

As Fifi snuck back into Buster's room, she felt lighter. Babs' acceptance and apology had raised her spirit, and the playful pseudo-sisterhood they shared tonight felt like it was only the beginning of new and exciting experiences for Fifi.

Sliding back under the covers and beside Buster, she wrapped her arms around him as he slumbered peacefully. With a gentle kiss on his lips, she whispered to him.

"Bustair…. It is only to being days until Christmas…. I am…. Well, I am wanting you to know this is the best present I have ever gotten…. You're the best present I have ever gotten…."

With her heart aflame with passion and her eyes barely able to stay open, she quickly fell into a deep sleep. Leaving the loneliness of her old life behind and embracing this newfound family without hesitation or shame for the first time.

"…."

…

Christmas had come rapidly, too rapidly for Fifi. With the dynamic changed. She and Babs began to bond in a way that drove Buster up the wall.

Now, with two girls to torture and tease him, it became all antics. Fifi and Shara bonded over clothes, and it only forced both women to show off some of their collections.

Of course, trades were made, and affection was shared. Then, as quickly as it came, everything had reached its inevitable end.

The gifts were being unwrapped, and the small family was sharing in on the festivities. Deep inside, Fifi was sad, but only because Christmas was finally here, and once it was gone, so too would Fifi.

"…."

As the group sat, Shara got up and set a camera atop the wooden dining table. "Alright, guys, it's time for the family photo~!"

Quickly and without warning. Buster and Babs got on both sides of Fifi, and then Shara pushed a button on the camera.

Standing behind the three, Shara sputtered. "Ok, Fifi, you're the guest. Pick the word to lead the way into the picture!"

Fifi glanced about as the timer ticked, but she didn't hesitate to do as asked, finally comfortable with her place in this family.

"Joyeux noël~!" Fifi cried out with a bright smile.

"Joyeux noël~!" Everybody emulated her as the flash finally went off.

Once Shara left for the camera, Fifi looked at Buster and spoke. "Well, this has been the best time I have ever been to having…. I am sorry that it is to be going away now…."

Buster looked perplexed and then glanced at Babs and his mom, who had just nodded their silent permission.

"Fifi, when we invited you to Christmas, we meant Christmas break, not just the specific holiday…. Well, unless you want to go sooner, that is."

Fifi looked around at the smiles and acceptance she was receiving, so she spontaneously hugged Buster. "Oui~! I am wanting to stay until school is to start again!"

Everyone laughed at the contagious happiness, and Shara quietly walked over and handed Fifi the picture that was taken.

"Here, Sweetie…. We have so many pictures, it is only fair you take this one…."

Fifi took the picture and stared at it, and the world around her seemed to melt. The family hugged her from every angle, and her bright smile was the centerpiece.

…

It was something she could never forget….

…

"Fifi?"

Fifi looked up from the picture that sat by her dorm room bed and saw Babs staring at her happily.

"Did you hear me, sis?"

Fifi placed the frame down and then responded. "I… Non, I am to being sorry…."

Babs just held her grin and repeated herself. "I asked if you wanted to spend summer break with us~! My mom said Sweetie can also come, so we will hit the beach and BBQ!"

Sweetie became excited and fist-pumped while floating there with her one wing. "Heck, ya~! I can't wait!"

Fifi looked at the photo one more time and then just nodded. "Oui…. After this semester, let us go to the beaches and lay in the sun."

Babs jumped for joy, but then Fifi spoke once more, albeit timidly.

"Just to be promising me…. I will get another pictures…."

Babs nodded and then responded. "This and every other family picture we take."

Fifi smiled appreciatively and then sighed. Not one of sorrow or dejection but of contentment.

She no longer needed her abandoned car. She finally had a place to call home and a family to share it with.

…

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Slush and a Side of Toys

Part 1

A/N: I'm months behind on everything but here is my piece for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and @sagechanoafterdark Winter/Holiday Festival Challenge. I chose #38 donating toys to children.

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, angst, frustrated reader, swearing, alcohol

Words: 5800+

Part 2 will be up soon!!

Please like, comment and reblog. I appreciate it and thanks for reading.

All mistakes are my own

A reminder - my work is not to be reposted anywhere.

There’s a muffled humming coming from somewhere under a pile of paperwork and takeout containers on your floor. The sound is constant, piercing, and irritating. Eyes still closed, head pounding from an evening of too much wine and schmoozing, you reached down towards the sounds and ran your hands over the stack, following the vibrations of your phone. Once found, you yanked it away from it charging cord and used every ounce of energy you had, pulling the phone close to your face. Opening one eye a sliver to hide from the light, you read from the bright screen.

Hey, listen, I know we've had our differences the last few years but I think it's time we put all of it behind us. I saw Rosie the other day and asked her how you were doing but she kept it pretty vague. I hope to hear from you soon, even if it's only a text to say you’re doing okay.

Reading over the message a second time, in utter shock that he had the audacity to message you and pissed that he even dare ask your friend about how you were; you decided to turn off your phone and toss it into a pile of clothing on the floor.

What. A. Dick.

Rolling back over into your cozy blanket cocoon, falling back asleep, temporarily pushing away any thoughts of the man from your past.

The message was all but forgotten until later that day when a familiar song came on the radio and you couldn’t help but think about how you had both downed several beers at a pub and sang it at the top of your lungs. Maybe it had been a dream earlier and the text never happened. Pulling your phone from your back pocket, hoping it was all your imagination, you indeed saw that there was a text.

The ever-so-hard to escape blue eyed man, was trying to weasel his way back into your life and you weren't having any of it. Dropping the phone into the bag sitting at your feet, getting up from the desk, shaking out a bit to ease the tension that one tiny text had accumulated.

"Don't think about him. Don't think about him. Don't think about him," you repeated the words over and over, hoping to push all thoughts aside. In stocking feet, walking around the small hole you called your office and continued to shake it out. The calm didn’t last as long as you hoped, anger slowly creeping up and out.

"Stupid frikkin guy!! UGH!" The sound of your disgruntled cry, shook you a bit, the frustration clearly coming out louder than expected. "All right, settle yourself down, you can't let him have this sort of pull over you," hoping the self-talk would work, you ran your hand through your hair and walked back to the desk. "Delete it, pretend that you never looked at it and it will go away."

There was no way the struggle going on inside your head would even fathom deleting the text. Truth be told, as much as you cursed and hated the thought of him trying to slide back into your life, there wasn’t a month that went by without a thought of him crossing your mind. A song playing, a Romcom from the 90s, the pizza you both loved so much. Why couldn’t you escape him?

You shot off a quick text to Rosie, curiosity was killing you now, itching inside you, desperate to find out how the hell you had come up in conversation.

Y/N -Word on the street is that you ran into a clown I once knew; I’m curious what was said.”

Rosie: Oh no, he didn’t.

Y/N: He did and it was pathetic

Rosie: It was a super quick interaction. Both of us waiting for a coffee and being friendly. He asked about you almost right off the bat though. It almost rendered me speechless after what happened.

Y/N - So, that’s it? What did you say? Did you tell him how fantastic my life is going and that I probably wouldn’t even remember him?

Rosie: you and I both know, that that’s a load of shit. I’ve had wine nights with you, that man-child has never left that brain of yours.

Y/N Shut up.

Rosie: Really though, it was super quick. I said you were doing charity work and were still in the city, happy and healthy.

Y/N- good to know. I’ll just sit here and pretend his message never happened then. Carry on as usual.

Rosie: see you later this week?

Y/N Definitely, bye babe.

Placing your phone down on your desk, you continued opening your mail: thank you cards for volunteering, appreciation notes from parents and kids, and requests for you to help out at other groups around town. The next month would be hectic, with collecting the many donations from around the city. You had to finish training several new volunteers that would assist with wrapping, delivering, and presenting gifts to the charities and individual families that you helped support during the Winter months.

It became a mechanical process, opening envelope after envelope, that you weren’t paying attention to the return addresses. It wasn’t until you read the first few lines that the letterhead caught your eye and did it burn.

Blue-eyed monster strikes again via his mother.

You knew it wasn’t the case though, his mom, was offering a bursary to some of the kids you helped out and she was reaching out to you and other groups in the city to help.

It didn’t take much to pull your mind from work once you had read the Evans name on the letter. Bits and pieces shifted in your mind; you couldn’t fight it any more today. The letter slipped to the floor and you sat back against your desk, the memories that you had been pushing away, were flooding back.

It all started innocently about three years ago, bumping into one another around town, having several acquaintances that knew each other, and a tendency to make the other smile when the lamest dad jokes were thrown around. His face was incredibly animated and you loved the way his eyebrows would jump up while he spoke, there was mischief behind them that you wanted to discover. Even a quick peek, would ease the curiosity.

You recognized that laugh from across the room of the gallery – full of heart and genuine. Turning around, you spotted Chris mingling with other attendees of the charity event. You were here to help raise money for low-income families in the community that could not afford music lessons or music therapy for their children. The profits from the art sold this evening, would help buy instruments for the school that was set to open the following month. You knew Chris had donated and you had volunteered to help teach the parents with baby's groups every second weekend. It was the least you could do, you had a bit of extra time and needed to give back to the community that helped you and your family out during your childhood.

“How did I know you would be here?”

You must have zoned out thinking about that boisterous laugh that you didn’t see Chris walking over to you. You smiled as he leaned in wrapping one arm around you, a beer being held in his other hand. His smell was intoxicating – a mixture of orange and the woodiness of sandalwood. Would it be wrong if you pulled him closer to take a quick whiff before he pulled away?

He took his time moving back from you, winking as his arm shifted back to his side and lifting the beer to his mouth with the other, take a long sip.

“So, you out here to buy some art?” he asked, taking another drink.

“No, not buying tonight. One of the pieces is mine, I donated it to help out.”

“You have something up for sale here?” He questioned, taking a quick spin around to quickly look at all the art hanging around the gallery. “Which one is yours?”

“Oh, I am NOT telling you that. I think I’ll leave it up to you to figure out which one is mine. You can play the role of Sherlock Holmes.”

“Now, that’s just cruel.”

“Cruel? Nah. Mysterious? Yes. Are you up for a little game of 5 questions to help you out? If you can guess which one is mine, then I guess you have bragging rights because I haven’t discussed my art with anyone here. If you don’t figure it out, then I suppose it will be a mystery forever.”

“Oh, I KNOW I’ll be able to figure this out!” Chris says loudly, clapping his hands together and popping each shoulder up and down. “I’m always up for a challenge.”

“Here’s the deal, you ask me whatever you need to to figure out which one is mine. Obviously, you can’t ask which one is mine as one of your questions. Ready?”

“Ready!” Chris said enthusiastically. He took your hand and brought you to the front of the room to observe the first of the paintings. “Let’s take a quick gander and then I’ll start. How does that sound to you?”

“Whatever you need to do, Evans.”

Chris pulled you from canvas to canvas, still holding your hand as he inspected each piece. “First question. “Did you only use paint for the one you donated?”

“NOPE, next question, Evans!”

“Okay, okay, I got this,” he bounced around on the spot and turned his head to quickly glance over the works close to him. “Shit, I guess I should have asked if what you donated was a painting, right?”

You walk a circle around Chris “Is that your question?” you ask, eyebrow raised.

His blue eyes flick quickly to yours before he says, “Ya, actually...ya. That’s what I want to know. Did you submit a painting?”

“Yes, one of my paintings is hanging somewhere in one of these giant rooms.”

“You really don’t think that I’m capable of figuring this out, do you? Ye of little Faith,” he smirked and pulled you to the back of the dark room. “Any reason why it’s so dark back here?”

“Maybe that’s what the artist wanted?”

“Here’s question three then,” he said as he pulled you closer to him, your eyes looking into his as he asked. “Is you painting in the dark room?”

“Is that really what you want to ask me?”

Chuckling, you take hold of his hand and lead him to another section of the gallery. “I don’t want you to miss any pieces, so take a look around here before you ask number three.” He squeezed your hand and looked up, the ceiling adorned with a beautiful piece; birds in flight but as they reached the furthest wall, the began to decay, until only single feathers remained.

“Here’s number three, ready?” He looked to his left where you were nodding your head back. “Did you mainly use your hands for this piece? I mean, instead of brushes or other tools.”

You were silent for a moment before answering, did you want to tell him how much of yourself you had put into this piece? That what the brushes couldn’t do, you did with your hands and arms? “I did. This one needed more than brushes.”

Chris smiled at you, “feel like telling me what else you used?”

“Not a chance,” you said, grabbing a glass of white wine from the tray passing by. “You want a glass?”

Chris held up his bottle, its content revealing that it was still half full. “I think I have a pretty good idea which one is yours, so these last two questions are going to be good.” With two large gulps, he finished up the rest of his beer. “So, what happens when I guess, do I get some sort of prize? Maybe you could paint me or something?”

“If you mean, could I dump a bucket of paint over your cocky head, then, sure!”

Chris burst out laughing, pulling you into him for a squeeze. “I love how you make me laugh and I bet you would actually do that to me. But really, if I do guess, what happens?”

You kept your body close to his, his arm still holding you close as you responded, “what do you think would be suitable prize, Chris? Do you want me to paint something, make you a prince? Maybe something of you and Dodger? Or maybe I could paint your like one of my French girls.”

“I would love one of your pieces, but if I win this, I’d like to take you out. Is that okay with you?”

Your grip tightened around the wine glass, trying not to let it slip to the floor. It was a shock, to hear that this man, one that you had flirted with for months, was asking if you wanted to go out with him.

“Y/N?”

“Sorry, I... I didn’t expect you to ask me that,” you answered, fidgeting with your hands out of awkwardness.

“It’s ok, you can say no! It’s all right to tell me no.”

“No. No. I’d love that. If you can guess which one is mine, I will gladly go out with you. Dinner, drinks, walk – whatever you like.”

Chris placed his empty beer on the table closest to you. “Ready for my last two questions?”

“As ready as one can be.”

“Is your piece hung on the wall as a landscape?”

“Look at you Evans, you got another one.”

Chris rubbed his hands together, his smile wide and full, clearly showing that he was on a winning streak. “Here’s number four and then I’ll go right to the painting I think, the painting I know it is. Chris walked back and forth in front of you before turning to face you with his last question. You had grabbed another glass of wine and took a sip, waiting for his winning question. “Does your piece use more than black and white? – so many of these photos, sculptures, paintings are very monotone.”

“You’re good Evans and yes, I filled my picture with the rainbow. So, take my hand and show me what the answer to this mystery is.”

His warm hand took your free one and he walked you to one of the side rooms – this room was full of colourful pieces. You could feel the heat flushing across your cheeks and a thin layer of sweat formed at your hairline. Chris stopped and turned towards the back wall and pointed to one of the paintings. “I’m pretty sure this one is yours,” he said with a half-smile. “Am I right?”

You had wished, during those few minutes he had suggested that he take you out, that he would guess which one is yours. But what were the chances with over 40 pieces around you? You tried to keep your body from slouching before you softly answered “No. That’s not mine.”

The happiness in his eyes left quickly once you responded.

“Are you going to tell me which one is yours though?” He asked you eagerly.

“No, I think I’m going to keep that secret to myself. Thanks for the fun, Evans, I should get home. Another day of charity work for me tomorrow.”

“Wait, Y/N, I’d still like to take you out though, will you let me do that, please?”

“I guess we’ll have to see what the future brings,” you replied, giving him a little wink and a squeeze to his hand, you took one last sip of your wine before heading to the coat check.

Chris watched you as you wrapped a scarf around your neck and slipped your arms into the long, wool coat. Walking back over to him and wrapping your arms around him, it was a quick hug and he barely had an arm around you before you were stepping back. With a smile on your face, you turned and stepped out into the night. Chris watched as you turned right and glanced his way, your hand lifting up and into a quick wave. He couldn’t stop smiling and knew he had to see you again.

It didn’t take long for that to happen. You couldn’t get him out of your thoughts and dreams after the encounter at the gallery. He really was something; funny, compassionate, a hard worker, and you couldn’t deny that he was incredibly good looking.

After an event in town and a few drinks later, it was easy as pie, asking him over for dinner. He had initially thought you were pulling his leg.

Chris couldn’t stop laughing. "Oh ya, sure you want me to come over for dinner," laughing at your request and taking a sip of his IPA.

The pink that had flushed across your cheeks when you had shyly asked him was disappearing like an ice cube in hot soup. He picked up on the change immediately and apologized profusely. "I didn't think you were serious! You are serious, right?”

"Why wouldn't I be? It's just dinner," you shrugged. “I don’t see why you would have such a dramatic response to a simple question.” There was an awkwardness now and maybe you shouldn’t have asked him to come over. “Sorry, I thought since we kind of hand a friendship blooming and I tend to invite friends over...”

He took hold of your arm and pulled you into his chest, a big smile across his face. “I'll come by; don’t you worry. Which day this week works for you? I'll be out of state after this week for a bit, so hopefully something the next few days will work for you,” he said, squeezing you a bit before he released his hold on you.

Trying not to be awkward, you responded "This week will definitely work, tomorrow or the next day are open for me."

"Let’s go for tomorrow, okay? Would you like me to bring anything?” Chris smiled

“Be sure to bring the dog, he's the one I'm really inviting.”

"Well, fat chance of me coming by now, I see where your allegiances lie, " he said half closing his eyes and glaring at you in a teasing manner.

"Ok then, just drop the dog off, I'm sure he'll enjoy the feast."

Chris couldn't help laugh at the way you were carrying on with this charade. The half-smile that was currently on your face was one full of mischief and it was something that he had come to enjoy the last few times he had run into you around town. He could see a sparkle in your eyes, something that he didn’t notice before today and it was something, that he could get used to.

“A thought crossed my mind... what exactly would have happened if I had guessed right?”

“Since that didn’t happen, I guess you’ll never know,” you said with a shrug and nudged him with your shoulder.

“You sure like to tease me.”

“What exactly am I teasing you over?”

“The opportunity to be in your presence again,” he replied, a slight blush crossing his cheeks.

Finishing up your drink, you placed the glass back on the cardboard coaster and turned to face him.

“What the hell is THIS?” he asked grabbing at the green monster type thing that was hanging from a lamp in your living room

"That, is a flying frog - one of those weird ass dad gifts - he's always finding these peculiar creatures for me and I can't seem to part with them.

"It's sure ugly"

"You're ugly!” You shouted back at him and burst into the most beautiful smile he had seen cross your face.

"What are you, 12?

"Sometimes,” you replied.

Chris couldn’t help but laugh at you and pull you into a quick side hug. "You're a funny one" he feels you squeeze him back softly, a smile crossing his face at the quick interaction.

"I better go take a peek in the oven and make sure everything is baking the way it should. Make yourself cozy, I'll be right back." You looked back to him, pointing at the couches before turning and walking down the hallway to the kitchen. Turning you head back, forgetting to offer him a drink but his long strides had brought him right behind you quickly, almost colliding with your body. He tripped up a bit and moved his hand to your hip to catch himself.

"I want to see what you're up to in here, see what the chef is cooking up.” Chris resting his chin on your shoulder to peek at what you were stirring on the stove.

“You couldn’t sit still and wait for me to come back, did you miss me that much,” you teased.

“I couldn’t stand to be apart from you for a second longer.”

“That is the cheesiest lines, Evans. Does shit like that work for you?”

“What matters is, if it’s working on you. So, is it?”

You hummed, refusing to answer the question and carried on taking care of the food in the oven. Satisfied with how everything looked, you turned the timer back on and offered Chris a drink. Agreeing on wine, you pulled a bottle from the rack, passed the stemless glasses to Chris, grabbed his hand, and lead him back into the other room. Sitting on the larger of your two couches, Chris took a place beside you, taking the bottle from your hand, opening the bottle, and pouring you a generous glass before pouring his own.

“To friendship,” he said raising his glass

“To friendship, good food, and drinks,” you added and brought your glass to his, a quick clink, and sips were taken.

Dinner was ready within the hour and you both continued to chat while enjoying your meal.

“That was one of the best meals I’ve had in a long time, thank you”, complimented Chris as he wiped his mouth with the napkin when he had finished his last bite.

The compliment brought the feeling of heat to your face and out of awkwardness you almost knocked your glass over as you reached for the wine.

“Want a refill?” You asked, holding up the second bottle of red that night. “You have good taste in wine, Mr. Evans, this wine is top notch,” you said, looking over the label of the wine he had brought with him.

Chris smirked and slid the glass to his left “I’m glad you think so, I’ll definitely have another. This should probably be the last one though, I feel like I’m overstaying my welcome.” He watched as you poured, your hair falling forward as the wine glass filled. “Cheers, thank you for the invite and many thanks for a delicious meal. You are constantly surprising me with your talents.”

“You aren’t overstaying. I’m enjoying your company and don’t want you to leave yet. Here, let me show you what I’m working on for this year’s event,” you said and pulled your phone out of your dress pocket and slid your finger across the screen. Shifting your body across the cushions toward Chris, you held the phone out towards him.

“What is it you are putting on this year?”

“Another charity event, it’s to help out the single parents that live in the community. I try to donate as much time to charities as possible.”

“You have a heart of gold.”

“I want everyone to have a special holiday season, you do it. I see that you donate time and money to charities.”

“I have the means to help and giving back is extremely important to me.” Chris looked through a few more of the photos before placing the phone down next to him on the couch.

Reaching over to take her phone, Chris put his hand over yours and slid closer. “I know you always think I’m joking around with you when I say how much I love seeing you smile but I’m being 100% honest. Your smile is contagious and I feel like it lights up anywhere we are. It’s a beautiful smile and its part of why I’m so attracted to you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Oh shush, you!” you said pushing your hand into his chest, your smile wider than he had seen before. Again, he put his hand over yours and pulled you to him gently with his other hand. He brought you close, enough to hold you against him for a hug. He watched as your eyes tried to find a joke hidden in his face but you quickly realized that there was something else there. You weren’t sure who moved first as your lips met quickly enough that your teeth clacked together and you swore in pain.

“Oh fuck, only I would ruin an almost perfect moment. I’m such an-

He pulled you to his lips again, kissing you softly and trying not to laugh at the look on your face.

“Am I a joke to you, Evans?” you asked, kissing him back on the lips.

“Oh, not at all, I didn’t want to have to explain to people we know how I broke your teeth though. I mean, I could make up some ridiculous story about it, could be fun,” he chuckled.

You couldn’t help but throw your head back and laugh, bringing yourself back up to face Chris and pull him by his shirt towards you and kissing him without any stupid errors. You could taste the wine on him, the sweetness adding to the softness of your kiss. He took the lead, pulling you closer and slipping his tongue delicately across your bottom lip before deepening the kiss.

Your eyes opened when you hear Chris let out a soft moan, not expecting to hear such a sound from him before you could emit one. He did it again and you felt it all the way down your spine and into your soul. Your hands, still in idiot mode, found their way to his hair, and were quickly taking apart his well-coiffed hair by running your hands through it.

“How does your hair smell so damn incredible?

“How do you taste so fucking delicious?

You pulled back, staring him in the eyes “Hmm, maybe you need to taste a bit more, clean that palate of yours,” you teased.

“Are you implying...”

“Not implying, the buffet is open, sir. Dig in.”

Chris’s face went a light shade of red.

“Oh, did I catch you off guard, Casanova?”

“I mean, no... no...’ he stumbled, “OK, fine yes, yes you did.”

“Well, now that you know, let’s get back to business. All right?”

You took control, standing up, taking his hand roughly and leading him to your bedroom.

“I want you to take off my clothing, piece by piece. I want to see it on the floor and,” you said placing her finger on his lips, “no more talking,” you ordered.

“Anything you want,” he whispered into your ear and he ran his tongue down your neck so softly, that goosebumps raised over yours arms. His hands wandered from your shoulders and down your arms, taking hold of your hands and moving them to his belt buckle.

Looking up to him, he nodded, silently urging you. Undoing the belt and still staring into his eyes. Moving to unzip his jeans and push the button away, Chris was unzipping the back of your dress, the cool line of metal touching your back as he drew the zipper down the length of your back.

“You have goosebumps, do I need to warm you up?

“I’m hoping you get to that. Now, what did I say about talking?”

He smirked, pushing the dress down each shoulder until it dropped to the floor. Stepping out of it, you kicked it off with one foot, tossing it towards the wall. Chris’s hands were already roaming, his hands on your hips, fingers sliding into the thin elastic of your panties. His hands slipped across your warm flesh and directly to your cheeks, grabbing each one and squeezing, and pulling you closer to him. His lips were pressed into yours, his tongue back to searching for yours as he wrapped his arms around you and brought you to your bed. Gently, he sat you on the edge and leaned into you bringing you down to the mattress.

His kisses ran down your sternum and across the soft skin of your breasts while his hands ran across the tops, gently running his fingers over your nipples.

“Keep doing that, keep... keep touching my breasts, Chris.”

You could feel him pressing into you, his erection, warm and pushing against your core.

His hands squeezed your left breast while he brought his mouth down to your right, taking the nipple into his mouth, gently sucking it. Running his tongue around the bud, a chill running across your arms and a moan escaping your lips.

“I need to be in you now, please, y/n,” he said, kissing up your chest.

“In the drawer, condoms are there and hurry the hell up, Evans, I’ve waited forever for it to rain and fill up the well.”

He chuckled as he crawled over you, limbs knocking yours, a soft hand slapped across his ass, as you watched him open the nightstand drawer, which got stuck in his effort to hurry. “Come on Evans, you got this,”

“A little self-talk over there to get you motivated?”

Chris smiled as he held up the package and smiled at you before sitting on the edge of the bed to roll the condom down his hard length. He was on you again, returning quickly, his lips pressing against yours. His lips, wet and warm, pushed harder against your mouth as he pushed your legs further apart, taking himself in his hand, rubbing across your wetness and pushing halfway. The groan that escaped his mouth while his tongue continued to touch yours, sent a tingling sensation down your body.

“Chris, please...” you started to plead and before you could continue, he finished pressing himself into you with a grunt.

“Come on baby, show me how well you can move,” he said as he licked a strip across your neck.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and shifting your body against his, you let out a wail. Your bodies moved together, the pace quick, the sounds of your wetness echoing throughout your room.

“Listen to the sounds we’re making, baby,” Chris panted and drove deeper into you. His body was incredibly warm against yours, the sweat making his chest glisten in what light crept in from the hallway.

Chris slipped his hand down and his fingers met your warmth, crawling in to press against your clit. You clenched around him; a low moan escaped his mouth as he continued his movements.

“A bit more, a bit more,” you groaned, your back arching as Chris sped up. You looked up at him and reached your hand up to his face, holding on and staring into his blue eyes as you felt the tingling ball up within.

Faster than expected and with one last swipe of his fingers, your orgasm spread out from within. Your shoulders tingled, spreading down to your fingers as you yelped out, the warmth of pleasure flowing down and across your body. Chris had shifted to move into you, helping your orgasm along as his own shuddering began. His lips were pressed into your neck, your name crossing his lips as he slowed his pace, and leaned onto one of his arms. He continued kissing up your neck and met your lips, heavy breaths escaping from both of your mouths.

“You’re incredible Y/N. Incredible.” One more kiss was pressed to your lips before Chris sat up, heading to the bathroom. You watched the light turn on and the door close behind him. You rolled to your side; a smile of satisfaction crossed your face as you closed your eyes.

Your heart jumped when you were woken by blankets being pulled half off of your naked body. It took you a few seconds to realize that a man, a very handsome man, was sleepy peacefully beside you. Turning to face his back and shimmying closer, you pulled the blanket to cover your shoulders and back. His muscular back stared at you and you couldn’t help but raise your hand to the pale skin, bringing your fingertip to his warm skin and drawing lines to connect each freckle.

“You, know, that feels incredible, please don’t stop,” Chris asked, his words muffled into the pillows.

You continued using his back as your canvas; swans, sunrises, all the beautiful pieces of the world this man helped you see.

Pushing back into you Chris spoke, “I’m going to be away next week, so I’m hoping I can see you again before I head out of town?”

Your fingers drew the word yes on his shoulder in response. Chris turned over to face you, pulling you closer to him for a soft kiss. When he pulled back you couldn’t help but smile and pulled him in for something a bit more passionate.

Bags packed and his dog set to stay with his family, he walked by the room Scott was in. “Hey, I’m heading out, the car is almost here. Give me a hug for the road.” His younger brother stood up and embraced him, giving him a few pats on the back and wishing him well for his short trip. “Will I see you when I get back or you heading back home?”

“I’m pretty sure I’ll be around still. Mom wants me to stay in town a bit longer. You okay if I’m still free loading off of you a bit longer than planned?”

“You know you’re more than welcome to stay,” he said as his phone chimed from his pocket. “Cars here. Take care of the fam and Dodger for me.” His brother gave him a smile and Chris grabbed his coat and carry-on from the table before heading to the front of the house. Dammit, he had forgotten to remind Scott again about what they had discussed earlier that day. “Scott, make sure you get that message to Y/N, okay? This schedule change was pretty last minute.” He shut the door before he heard a response from his brother. The driver held the door open for him and collected his bags to place in the trunk. He couldn’t get you out of his mind on the way to the airport; your smile, the scent of your hair, the warmth of your naked skin pressed against his. He couldn’t wait to be next to you again.

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lordsenorslowmo · 3 years

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Employer!Reader Formally Meets BF

(I'm not dead! The last few weeks have been a little hectic and I haven't had much time nor drive to do much of anything, but I'm back again. This time with a continuation of the Tabi ask following directly after the end of that)

The drive wasn't eventful, beyond stopping for ice cream and nearly dropping your Double Chocolate Chunk. The two of them ate their ice cream in the back quietly whilst you did the same, while it wasn't how they were meant to be used, your powers made multitasking an absolute dream.

The two didn't seem very bothered despite nearly getting blown to kingdom come by a possibly undead ex boyfriend of Cherry's. You'd likely need to confront this 'Tabi' properly, when you weren't too busy being blinded by rage at your favorite restaurant becoming collateral in another attempt on her life.

You were very much aware of your surroundings when you pulled up to your second favorite restaurant. So far you didn't sense anything remotely close to a concealed bomb, which was good, but constant hyperawareness would give you a headache, so you would stop once the food was ordered.

Despite having most of your ice cream left, you swallowed the rest whole so you could enjoy a proper meal that wasn't several dozen breadsticks. You let the two of them finish their ice cream while you got the table. Fortunately they had already prepared the best table for you, you'd have to remember to tip them well.

As soon as you saw down at the table, you let out a sigh and all but slammed your head against the table. You needed to relax, despite appearances, that blast actually did manage to hurt you in a way, not just the grief of likely not being able to eat the Pasta Puttanesca you'd longed to have again, the blast left you with a full body ache, it would go away eventually, but remaining aware of your surroundings as a precaution was worsening the strain you body felt.

You'd deal with it afterwards, as after all you've had to deal with regarding him, you finally wanted to properly meet Cherry's current boyfriend, especially as his family was still new to the city. It didn't take long for the both of them to finish their ice cream and come sit down. Cherry seemed happy to finally spend time with you again.

"It feels like it's been forever since we last got to hang out!" She seemed to have put that whole encounter behind her.

"Indeed, I believe the last time we dined together you had graduated from Highschool, even then it was very much a family affair." A waiter brought menus for the three of you. You knew what you wanted to have, but it's clear Cherry was helping Keith decide what to get. You opted for this moment to get to know who Cherry decided would be her boyfriend.

"So." You managed to catch Keith's attention, he seemed a little on edge, likely having been grilled by Luis about dating Cherry, whether or not that was before or after they had their Funk Fight was unknown to you.

"I will not question why you both are dating, as it clear to me you both care for one another greatly, frankly to a concerning degree even. I will, however, ask how your family is adjusting to the city. I know you moved here around a year ago and I want to make sure you are enjoying your life here, despite." You didn't really have to mention the obvious. "The few incidents."

Keith let out the breath he was holding before he tried to speak. "Bee-" he caught himself for a moment, looking at you.

"Don't worry yourself, if you are more comfortable speaking that way, I am adept at translating regardless." He seemed to be happy as you said that.

"Beep Po Bap Bip De Skeep"

"Good, I'm glad that your parents are acclimating well. I know full well that my fair city is quite unlike others. But from what I have learned about your family I had a feeling that you all would fit in quite well here." The waiter came to take your orders, but you could tell you had put him slightly at ease. He probably expected a fight of sorts, your appearance always put people off, given you were made of dark twisting shadows with burning red eyes, had no pulse, no physical body, and were seemingly omniscient.

Once the waiter had taken your menus it left them without much to do besides converse with you.

"I would like to know how you both met. That's something I haven't been able to pry from your father."

Cherry perked up at this while Keith turned nearly as red as Cherry's dress. "Oh! I always love telling this story!"

"It was months ago now, but I was visiting the park in the afternoon, like I do when I'm bored, and was just relaxing near the fountain, when these three guys came up and started bugging me. They wouldn't leave me alone and at all and kept hitting on me. But when someone got hit by a car and distracted them, he saw them bothering me and came up and cracked his microphone right into one of their noses!" She was laughing to herself as she continued.

"After that, they tried to gang up on him when he challenged them to a Funk Fight, right then and there. Though that was after he had some choice words for them." That peaked your interest.

"What did he say?"

Keith seemed to be pleading with her not to continue, judging from how flustered he looked. She gave him a quick kiss on the forehead which worsened his blush and gave her a chance to lean into your ear and whisper what he said to you.

"Oh my! Quite the spitfire I see." You gave an honest chuckle, probably one the few times you ever have.

"After that, he wiped the floor with them and they beat it! Since then we've been dating!" You could tell that she was very much infatuated with him. She never had much going on in her head, so seeing her so focused on something was surprising to say the least.

"Well I am quite glad he did. I usually have an Agent or two patrolling the park daily, but if memory serves one of them did get hospitalized after getting run over by a rogue ice cream van so it adds up." Your food finally got delivered after you said this, and you opted to end the questioning for now.

The meal went well, Cherry and Keith seemingly had more to say to each other than to you, but that didn't bother you. Just from observing them they clearly loved each other, once again to a concerning degree, but it was still love. It was similar to Luis and Monica's love, though thankfully, in a way at least, it was less destructive to the city as a whole, despite the things Keith had to deal with just to date Cherry.

Once they had finished eating, you paid the bill and left a hefty tip. Escorting the two of them back to the car. All that was left was to get them home safely, and hopefully never mention that whole 'Ex Boyfriend Back For Revenge' to anyone.

The drive to the Dearest Estate was simple enough, when Cherry left she made sure to give Keith a kiss on the cheek and a wave goodbye, only stopping for you to ruffle her hair and give her a hug. She happily waved goodbye to both of you as she went back inside. You didn't wait long before you drove off. The drive to Keith's home was slightly longer.

You decided now was the best moment to talk with him. "I realize that after everything you have done to remain in a relationship with her, that my worries were for naught. You seem like a good kid, bit strange, and not a small bit stupid, but then again she also isn't the brightest bulb. I mean that about a nicely as one can when insulting someone's intelligence." You probably weren't helping things.

"The point being, so long as Cherry is happy and loves you, you are ok in my book, and while I can't stop Luis from trying to split you two up through Funk Fights, I can at the very least keep his schemes from killing you." You arrived not long after at his house, he got out before turning back to look at you.

"Badabee Dee Ska-" He shook his head for a second before locking eyes with you.

"Thank you."

You couldn't tell if he knew, but you smiled as he said that.

"It's no problem kid, I can't wait to see where you go from here."

He looked confused at this. "Beedo Skipop Bodee?"

He completely misunderstood what you meant by that, but oh well. "Be seeing you kid!" You drove off watching in your rearview as he walked inside.

He had a bright future ahead of him, you could tell, if you had to make sure he lived to see it, then you were fine with that.

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bangtan-dreamland · 3 years

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all i wanna do (is grow old with you)

Pairing: ot7 x gn!reader (a drabble for each member)

Word Count: 3430

Warnings: no warnings needed! this is basically just feel good u.u

Rating: pg

Genre: fluff fluff fluff

Summary: a small collection of moments in the domestic bliss you and him held.

AN: dropping this here for no reason other than to say yes I am alive strong power thank you

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playfights are something that you always have to be on watch for with seokjin, with how mischievous he is. and at this moment, washing your dog, you are ever more on guard. or maybe not, because while you continue on lathering your dog's dirty fur, you suddenly feel a blob of something wet on your head. your hair, to be specific. you can feel the soap slide down like a boat would fall down a waterfall, you flash a glare at seokjin, who's suddenly looking all too nervous, eyes blinking fast, but the smile on his lips giving him away as the guilty apprehender. 'it was the dog!' he cries out, and you almost lunge at him- while he jumps away from you.

'seokjin! get back here!'

'i'm innocent!'

'no you're not, that was the worst excuse i've ever heard!'

you both end up running around the garden, soap trailing behind your figures and bubbles behind you, laughter ringing out in the air as you try, again and again, to catch him. it's almost infuriating how your lover uses his longer legs to keep a healthy distance between the two of you. when you finally corner him, you're both out of breath, and the water has made your clothes cling on too tight to your bodies, but you haven't grinned or smiled or laughed as hard in a while, and the mirroring look on your lover's face makes you think it's worth it.

'it was an accident,' he insists. 'the dog threw it, not me.'

you can't even refute the ridiculousness of that statement. oh wait. you can. 'jin, the dog doesn't even know how to throw the soap! and definitely not on my hair!'

a look of pure incredulity shows on his face, pout appearing and eyes blinking fast as if it will help give him credibility, the dork. 'well, that's what it wants you to think.' he concurs with a mockingly offended, quite overly dramatic tone, complete with a vivid shaking of the head. 'but i saw differently!'

'don't you believe your husband?'

you burst out laughing, all over again, for some reason you can't even explain, your heart sosososo full of love. 'god, why am i even in love with you?'

(the two of you do clean up the garden afterwards though, the plants and furniture drowned while you weren't looking- not to mention you have to give the dog a bath all over again, as it rolled around in the dirt while the two of you were busy playing tag.

seokjin, for his part, is completely unrepentant. you should be stricter, but...

well. at least he made you cookies afterwards.)

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it's an hour after three when yoongi comes home, tired, drowsy figure almost collapsing on the sofa as he yawns. he almost falls asleep when you flick the lights back on, watching with no small amount of glee and (some) frustration as the man startles, almost falling off said furniture.

'you really have got to stop staying up until it's almost daytime,' you chide him, walking over to tug him up and off of the sofa, sighing as you card fingers through his matted locks. he looks up at you with the poutiest expression ever, and you steel yourself to not give in with the sheer amount of cute that has congregated to make the person named min yoongi in your arms. instead you amble with him up the stairs, the two of you making for a pair of sleepy, exhausted lovebirds. you'll have to put in first floor bedrooms when you look for a house together, this happens one too many times already.

when you reach your shared bedroom, you push him into the shower, the water already heated up, while you take out a pair of pajamas.

drying his hair, when the both of you are prone to nodding off, is a herculean chore. still, it's not as if you're okay with wet hair on your pillow, and you know that's an easy way to get sick the next day for him. 'you were in your studio again, weren't you?' you grumble, although you're pretty sure he's fallen asleep already and you're talking to no one. yoongi, for all that he is there to take care of others, is surprisingly receptive to affection when left without a choice. 'i had to,' he surprisingly says, stubborn, but with a sigh, his tone quiet but firm. 'inspiration struck'. and you can't even argue against that, knowing full well how a muse is to her artist. so instead you settle for drawing him close, close, close, muttering softly.

'maybe i should ask if they can add a bedroom to the studio.' you feel him smile against your skin, voice close enough to murmur in your ears.

'you know i'll only ever get to really sleep when i'm beside you.'

you scoff. 'you and i both know that's not true.'

warmth against your skin, an arm over yours, and a leg intertwined, soft hair tickling your cheeks, and you feel as if you could head off as it is, but no. he has the audacity to speak up again.

'you are my most melodious lullaby, the sweetest good morning, the link between my dreams and reality. if you aren't there when i sleep and when i awake, then how do i know you aren't just something i've been dreaming for? that you’re actually real, and right beside me?' he presses a kiss against your skin, and, god, that smooth ass jerk, you refuse to look at him at all.

(you both wake up late that morning, and you find you can't complain in the end anyway. even though he always ends up staying up far too late, at least, you know this, you and him will always be each other’s first view in the morning.

not a dream, indeed.)

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'come on, love, dance with me!' you grin widely as you surprise hoseok, holding his hand captive in yours, the feather duster falling from his hands as you slide in front of him, tiptoeing to place a kiss on his cheeks.

he splutters, 'i thought we were supposed to be cleaning,' he raises an eyebrow at you, but you only nuzzle your nose against his, clutching onto him with a pout. there is a standoff with the two of you ending up staring at each other with all the fondness you can feel inside you, one that you end up winning when he places a kiss on the crown of your head.

'dusting can wait,' you insist. 'we're both already filthy anyway!' he feels the laughter bubble up inside him, the helplessly fond smile he has reserved for you and you only showing. but you're not lying, the attic room has been a mess the whole day and one afternoon will not transform it instantly. which is why, rather, standing in the middle of the not-so-crowded-anymore room, the sunlight beaming down from the window and the radio playing out an old love song, you find yourself more inclined to drop what you're supposed to be doing, in favor of spending a few minutes to indulge.

'your parents will get angry,' he points out, and you hum as you place your hand with his, his arm settling across your waist. this is far from what he normally dances, sharp moves and fluid spins becoming slow and sweet, the usual awe-inducing performance making way for intimacy in that private way, where the two of you are in your own world, closed off from the others. in this moment, you think that's not that far off from the truth.

'they won't mind,' you shake your head. 'and we can just take a bath afterwards.' he leads you in a sort of glide, across the room, the melody turning and twirling you around, heart beating in both of your chests in a steady, steady rate, each in time with the music. and when he ends the dance, you in his arms, both of you slightly breathless, staring into each other's eyes, you find yourself wondering not for the first time if your lover is not warmth itself reincarnated, for how else can you explain away the feeling of being awash in sunlight, not a single part of you left untouched?

(what was supposed to take only a few days turns into a week and then some, but you can't feel regret for a single moment as the attic becomes filled up with memories you already cherish, a secret hideaway for the two of you.)

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'namjoon, come sit down on the grass with me,' you call out, pout on your face as you beckon your lover to come on over. han river remains sparkling no matter whether daytime or nighttime, the waters reflecting the city's beauty, and you are not the only admirer. still, there is something to be said about the way your lover looks as he falls into his thoughts. the two of you made plans to have a picnic here in the park, as the setting sun made itself known across the sky, but it's less of a romantic escapade than it is a moment of peace, a brief respite in your hectic lives.

'we should have brought a blanket,' he finally says, but you interlace your hand with his, your fingers with his own, tugging him down. he easily complies for all that he complains, and you don't think even he can deny how the grass feels under you. staring up at the dimming sky, blue and red bleeding into gold and purple, the stars beginning to peek through the curtains of night, you find yourself drifting away, the lull of the city dragging you to rest.

'what do you think of the multi-universe theory?' you hear him ask. namjoon is looking up at the sky, and there is a familiar expression on his face that tells you he is thinking about the secrets of the universe yet again, of the human nature and how each and everyone is connected. it's when he looks a little dazed, eyes focused on something beyond, a wistful tone in his voice, and he falls quiet, but when he speaks his thoughts there is always a 'what if?'. 'i wonder if we'd met in other universes too,' he says simply.

you laugh, gently. 'kim namjoon, if you are saying that there is a universe in which i see you and fail to love you, then let me reassure you now.' he looks away, a pout barely surfacing on his face, and you turn towards him, hands clasped together and your hair spread below you, the two of you picture perfect. 'maybe that universe does exist. maybe in another space and time, i wouldn't have the blessing that i have here, to love you as freely, as much as i can. but this isn't that universe, and nothing will stop me from staying by your side.'

by the end of it, your head is turned away with embarrassment, unable to take what might be his reaction. when you hear him huff, quiet, you turn around. what greets you is namjoon, blushing. 'what would i do without you?' he smiles, soft and sheepish and loving, and you roll your eyes, even as you feel yourself become something not unlike putty in this man's hands, a wave of love crashing over the sandcastle that is you. 'let's hope we never find out.'

(you spend hours in that park, talking about everything and anything, and when you go home it must be close to midnight. not that you regret it, though, when the two of you clumsily almost topple over each other, collapsing on your sofa, together, while you order takeout for the nth time because you're both too tired to cook.)

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you don't think much of it, stealing jimin's clothes is as normal, as easy as that for you. the two of you practically share the other's now, a constant mismatch between your closet as what is yours and what is his is blurred, the lines toed and crossed over every time that it's simply easier to count your closets as one being rather than two.

still, it makes for a messy, uncoordinated space, and it easily slips from your mind, or his, of the whereabouts of your belongings.

'babe,' you can hear the pout in his voice. 'did you see my hoodie?' 'which hoodie?' 'my favorite one!' 'which favorite one?' at this point you see his head pop out from the doorframe, prominent lips stuck out and eyes searching the room. 'it's the green one, the soft, huge, green hoodie. that one.'

you stifle a rising amount of chuckles as you eventually realize the location of the hoodie in question- on your body, as you stole it from his closet just this morning. you don't think you can be seen as guilty though, not when the hoodie itself seemed to be begging for someone to wear it. impossibly soft, impossibly huge and impossibly sweet-smelling from the laundry softener you used, it was easy to drown in it and comfortably doze off. 'sorry baby, i don't know where it went.' 'okay, but, babe, can you help me...'

you startle as you surprisingly feel the shadow of your lover on your body, handsome face so suddenly, so dangerously close to your own, even if upside down. 'yn, you had it all this time!' you chuckle at the whine in his voice, even as he leans forward to try and tug it off you. 'give it now,' he says, but you shake your head, giggling as jimin tries. 'raise your arms! i can't believe you made me run around looking for this,' he grumbles, but you cross your arms instead, sitting up, turning around to face him, preparing yourself for a fight.

'no way, this is the softest hoodie in the house. i'm not giving it up.'

a moment of silence, and then- jimin attacks you, lunging forward to glomp you. you feel yourself become confused, when you feel his fingers around your sides, and you burst out into laughter, long and loud.

'no, jimin!'

'give it back!'

'no way!'

'then suffer under my wrath!'

(he only stops when tears actually appear at the corner of your eyes from laughing too hard, easily sprawling across your chest, the two of you on the floor and too tired to move. 'we can share,' you hum, choking as your lover narrows his eyes at you, before decidedly burrowing under your hoodie as well. with how big it is, and how not big both of you are, you surprisingly fit with him inside. it's too warm for two people inside, but as jimin lays his head comfortably across your chest, the thumping of your heart lulling him to rest, and he holds you in his arms, neither of you find you can argue against your positions.)

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waking up with taehyung in the morning is an ordeal that never fails to make you smile. warmth pooling across the sheets, the warm breeze drafting in from the window, your lover's body wrapped around yours- there is a kind of holy in the way serene mornings like these are, quiet and golden, the world seemingly stopping for a moment, if only for the two of you.

it breaks your heart every time to have to shatter the illusion. 'taehyung', you whisper. there's not even a twitch in his movements, snoring quiet but steady as he continues off to slumber. you, however, can't get out of his hold, not without the man releasing you anyway- you would know, you've tried so many times before and it's always been a moot point. the only way to get out of taehyung's grip, is to wake him up into doing so. still, you find yourself soft and hesitant, every single time. 'taehyung,' you try again, a little louder this time. you shake him, and it takes you a solid minute or two for the man to actually make a sound, a low groan at the back of his throat. when he registers the situation at hand, though, your lover declines to release you, holding you captive with his embrace instead.

'stay in bed with me,' he almost whines, and you press your lips together to stop yourself from bursting into giggles.

'you know i can't do that,' you rebutt. 'i have work in an hour!'

'but i can't sleep without you.'

'you big baby,' you fondly, exasperatedly call him out, and you see him briefly crack his eyes open, if only to look at you with a pout.

you see him struggle whether or not to protest your words, before the sleepy takes over and he lazily agrees, pulling you closer in return. 'mhm, i'm your baby...'

'taehyung...'

'just a few more minutes, i swear,' he presses a light kiss on your forehead, and you know it's not just your imagination that you feel him smile against your skin, when you sigh loudly, relenting to his demands.

'you're incorrigible,' you whine as you bury your head in his chest.

'only because i love you.'

you would call it a laugh if it weren't for the yawn that sneaks in at the end.

and just as easy as that do you both fall off back to sleep, your phone's alarm scaring the hell out of you half an hour later. it was practically a given that you'd end up falling back to sleep with him really, you could say it was a ritual at this point.

(you end up being late to work, as a matter of fact, but you can't even find it in yourself to be angry. after all, there is quite nothing like waking up together in the morning, especially with your lover.

he takes you out on a date to the amusement park that weekend too, so you suppose you can forgive him.)

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'jungkook,' you muffle your laughter behind your hand, but there's no denying the bright grin on your face as you feel your lover's arms encircle your waist. bright and early, it's early enough into the morning that the sky is still caught between the hues of red and pink, like a rose slowly blooming from night's embrace. it's what makes your lover's apparent waking state a mystery, when you know how heavy your lover sleeps. there goes your plan to bring him breakfast in bed, huh?

'what are you even doing?' you receive no reply, not one in words anyway, as you hear him mutter something unintelligible into your shoulders. his warmth against your back is addicting, especially in the chill of the morning air, but you're nothing if not determined, and if he's here to drag you back to bed, you're having none of it. 'if you're sleepy,' you start, turning around to hug him properly, jungkook's face nuzzling into your neck afterwards. 'you should go back to bed.' 'but you're not there with me,' you finally hear him say. 'just go back to cooking, i'll just stay here...'

'jungkook, i can't cook while you're wrapped around me!' you almost burst into laughter at that, what more at the earnest expression on your lover. 'why not?' he grumbles, a pout appearing on his face. you don't know whether to shake your head, or what- when your lover uses what he knows is his greatest weapon against you. 'don't give me that look,' you sigh, but your resolve crumbles quickly, and it's obvious that jungkook can see it as well.

'don't blame me if it turns out burnt,' you finally sigh. you feel, rather than hear him chuckle briefly. 'i'm sure it will still be delicious.' 'you say that no matter what i cook,' you mutter under your breath and he stays quiet because you're right. instead, you finally feel him disentangle from your, rather reluctantly, before he gets his own apron and gloves. 'then i guess we should just cook together then,' he declares, bumping shoulders with you. 'can't mess it up then, can we?' he smirks, cocky and familiar, and you roll your eyes even as you feel yourself settle so easily by his side, the two of you finishing breakfast together.

(the food, amazingly enough, does not become burnt, and turns out well instead. of course, he did help you after all. still, sitting at the table, eating together, you smile easy, softly. how can you not? everything about this moment is perfect, and you wouldn't have any qualms about it lasting forever.

judging by the smile on jungkook's face, you aren't the only one to feel this way, too.)

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middleearthpixie · 3 years

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In Time ~ Chapter Twenty-Three

Summary: Before they leave Rivendell, there is one last thing Amara wishes to share with Thorin, who is a little hungover and a lot grumpy and just might ruin it with his crankiness.

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield/Amara of Rivendell (female OC)

Characters: Thorin, Amara

Rating: T

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,217

Tagging: @i-did-not-mean-to @lathalea @tschrist1

Thorin snored.

Loudly.

Amara rose onto her elbow, gazing down at him in the darkness of his chambers. He lay on his back, dark hair spread out beneath him, one hand flung over his head, the other resting on the sheet drawn over his stomach. His mouth was softly slack, and with each inhale, it opened a little wider. For one who was used to sleeping alone and in silence, this was quite the new experience, indeed. Especially since he hadn’t snored the previous evening.

Then again, he’d had more than enough mead at the party. Perhaps that played a part in his noisiness now.

It had been one of the most wonderful evenings she’d ever had. First the party, then the fountain… she smiled, her body still tingling from his attentions as he fulfilled his promise to make love to her beneath the waterfall, and then again when they returned to his chambers. She’d fallen asleep in his arms, her head snuggled in the curve of his shoulder and chest.

Only to be rudely awakened by his snores.

Still, it was difficult to be annoyed as she gazed upon him. Seeing him sleeping here was far different from keeping watch over him in the Healing Room. Although the years seemed to fall away from his face, and the traumas and tragedies melted away just as they seemed to in the Healing Room, he just seemed far more restful now. More at peace.

Finally, he went quiet finally, and she savored the sudden silence, sinking back to curve against him, and the arm that had been above his head came down about her shoulders and tightened against her. She smiled, snuggling closer to him, draping her arm over his hips.

“Why are you studying me?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

“You woke me up with your snoring.”

He cracked one eye to peer at her. “I do not snore.”

“Oh, but you most definitely do.”

“You have me confused with someone else.”

“I don’t, but I also don’t wish to fight about it. There was one last thing I wished to share with you before we leave and dawn is the best time to see it.”

“See what?”

She pressed a kiss into his beard, then slipped away to move to the edge of the bed, where she swung her legs over the side and said, “You have to come with me.”

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“It’s almost dawn. Trust me.”

He let out a heavy sigh and sat ups rubbing his eyes with both hands. “When I fall from my pony later, it will be your fault.”

“You won’t fall.” She slid into the gray leggings and tunic she’d worn earlier and straightened to see him still sitting against the headboard, the sheets pooled about his hips. His dark hair lay tangled about his shoulders and he still rubbed one eye. “Thorin, please… I really would like to share this with you and I may not get the chance to do it again.”

“Very well.”

She watched with no little appreciation as he rose from the bed and strode across to where his trousers lay draped over the chair in the corner. He climbed into them, turning as he fastened them and it took every bit of will she possessed to not throw herself at him right then and there, but she truly did wish to share this with him before they left.

He paused, one brow rising as he said, “You have that look in your eye.”

“Me? What look?”

“The same one you had before you lured me into that fountain.”

“No.” She shook her head. “No look. I think the darkness is playing tricks on you, dwarf.”

He tugged his discarded henley over his head, his, “I don’t think so,” somewhat muffled by the fabric.

She caught him by the hand. “Hush and come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“You will see.”

He let out a husky sigh. “Why can you not just tell me?”

“Because even if I did, it would mean nothing to you.” She rolled her eyes as she led him out of his chambers and along the colonnade toward the western lawn. The canopy was still up, the tables beneath it still there, but completely cleared, and Amara did a double take when she saw feet poking out along the northern side. “Is that—?”

“Bofur.” Thorin finished grimly. “He’s good for this. He came to Erebor late because he’d gotten so far into his cups the night before we left and wound up missing the boat. Spent the night under the Lake-town master’s kitchen table. Let’s pay him no mind, the fool. Someone will come along and knock him awake.”

“I hope Elrond doesn’t get upset.”

“It would serve him right if he did.”

She glanced over at him. “You are grouchier than usual, Mr. Oakenshield.”

“I’ve a headache. And I did not plan on being up at dawn.” He squinted up at the sky which was still mostly midnight blue, with only hints of the first pinkish-gold light of dawn. “And it isn’t even actually dawn yet.”

She didn’t answer right away, as she certainly did not wish to start the day off with a fight. Carefully, she said, “Perhaps you had one too many tankards last eve.”

“As if that was even possible,” he scoffed. “A short night’s sleep doesn’t help, either.”

“Oh, are you actually complaining about having to sleep with me?”

“What?” He rubbed his forehead with his free hand, then shook his head. “No. No, of course not. It’s simply I am tired. With a headache.”

“Grump.” She led him away from the colonnade, and toward the southwestern corner, where there was a break in the low marble wall. “When we return, I will make you a headache powder and you will feel good as new.”

“Can we just go back now then?”

She stopped and with a sigh of exasperation, said, “Fine.”

With that, she spun about and started back toward the palace when he caught her by the wrist. “I’m sorry, amrâlimê,” he murmured, tugging her back toward him. “You’re right, I am grumpy and I probably did have too much to drink last eve. Come, show me what you wished me to see. No more complaints, I promise.”

She glared at him, but then relented. “Fair enough. Now, come along.”

He slipped his hand down to lace his fingers with hers and brought her hand up to his lips. “Show me.”

Her irritation faded and she resumed her stride toward the break in the wall. A narrow path began at that break and he paused. “This isn’t like the Northern Pathway, is it?”

“No. It’s far better. Trust me. No orcs.”

He didn’t look entirely convinced, but to her relief, he held his tongue and let her lead him along the narrow dirt trail that wound through leafy oak trees and rose bushes that had just begun budding. It was still dark, but that didn’t matter, for she knew it like the back of her hand.

“When I was still training,” she said, her voice low to keep from spoiling the magic of the woods, “I would come here when things grew too hectic, or if I’d had a terrible day. It’s so peaceful and was a wonderful place to come and think or just get away from everyone else. I tend not to come here so often now, as I need to stay closer to the Healing Room, but that hasn’t dimmed my love for it.”

He looked around, gazing up at the trees that seemed to go on forever. “What is this place?”

“It’s just a wood, Thorin. A place to come and think, or just let your mind wander wherever it might go. I come here now when I have trouble sleeping and need to put as much distance between myself and everyone else as possible.”

“You have trouble sleeping?”

She nodded, looking over at him. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“Because you are the most serene person I have ever met,” he told her, drawing her up against him. “Nothing seems to trouble you.”

“Plenty troubles me,” she said, slipping her free arm about his waist. “I came up here quite a bit when you and your nephews first arrived.”

“Did they give you a hard time?”

“No. Only you did.” She held his gaze. “You were a difficult patient in the beginning, you know. Very angry and very frustrated and while I understood, it didn’t necessarily make it any easier to hear.”

His eyes softened. “I am so sorry for anything I said then, Amara,” he murmured. “I was not in my right mind.”

“I know. And you are absolutely forgiven. You were in terrible pain, engulfed in guilt, and angry at everyone and everything around you. And that’s not why I brought you here at all.” She slipped her hands free to catch his face between them. “So, I do not want you feeling guilty about what you said or did in those first few weeks, because I, of all people, understand where those words came from.”

“I will always feel the guilt I carry over what I have said and done,” he told her softly. “How can I not?”

She bit back a sigh and shook her head. How did she convince him that it would be all right for him to forgive himself, when everyone else around him already had? His people, his nephews all made that very clear to her. They loved him, respected him, would still do whatever he asked of them, and yet…

“Come. We’re almost there.” She pulled away to lead him once more. The path rose and wound about until they were up on a high promontory. “This is what I wanted to share with you, Thorin.”

As she spoke, she led him to the edge, were rocks ringed the edge like a natural barrier. In the distance, Rivendell’s main waterfall spilled from high above, into a large pool that glimmered like a polished opal set into the earth. To the east, the sun’s rays had just begun to stretch like golden fingers across the paling sky. As those rays touched the earth, Thorin came up behind her, easing his arms about her waist to pull her against his chest. He said not a word, his thumbs brushing lightly against her stomach. She leaned against him, smiling as he pressed his cheek against hers and murmured, “Abnâmul…”

“Isn’t it? I love the sunrise.”

“I meant you, amrâlimê.”

Her eyes stung at his whispered words, her hands coming down to cover his. His arms tightened about her as the sun broke over the horizon to streak the sky coral and gold. The golden fingers reached to the ends of Middle Earth, or so it seemed, and somewhere, in that distance, stood the Lonely Mountain. Thorin’s home. Soon to be her home.

Dawn broke, the light bringing the world to life as birds began their morning songs. She leaned her head into Thorin’s cheek and said, “My mother once told me that the birds sing in the morning because it is their way of letting their partners know they survived the night. It’s a song of hope, of a fresh start to a new day. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I’ve always rather liked the idea that it might be.”

He gave her a gentle squeeze. “I thank you for sharing this, Amara.”

“It’s always been my favorite spot in Rivendell,” she said, her throat tightening as tears stung her eyes, “and I will miss it.”

“We have sunrises in Erebor, you know. And I will gladly watch one with you any morning.”

She turned toward him. “Even if it means a short night’s sleep? When you’ve had too much to drink?”

“Even then.” He nodded. “Not that I had too much to drink, mind you.”

“Of course you didn’t.” She smiled as she met his gaze. Even a short night’s sleep and too much mead the night before couldn’t make him look bad. He was simply too handsome. The morning light caught the amethyst in his hair, the smoke inside it swirling slowly. “I love you.”

His eyes softened once more and he leaned in to brush her lips with his as he whispered back, “I love you, too.”

Amara hated to break that soft, teasing kiss, but she knew he wished to depart Rivendell in only a few hours, and so she pulled back. “We should make our way back. I still have a few things I need to pack.”

“We can come back, you know,” he told her as they made their way along the path toward the palace once more.

“Oh, I know. But it is such a long journey, I doubt we will do so often. Especially once we have children.”

“I say we come back more often then and let them splash in the fountains as well.”

“You just want to see Elrond crack, don’t you?”

“It might be a sight to see.”

“You are evil, Thorin Oakenshield, do you know that?”

“Tell me I am wrong, though.”

“If only I could.”

#The Hobbit #Thorin Oakenshield #Hobbit Fic #Hobbit Fanfic #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction #Thorin x OC #AU #AUJ #Thorin Fic #Everybody Lives AU #Hobbit Medical Drama #Hobbit ER

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ushiwakatrash · 3 years

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On your knees, King! (Part 3)

Bakugou x reader, Todoroki x reader

Fantasy AU

!Warnings!: Swearing, betrayal, lil dash of angst, shitty writing, abuse, physical harm

Synopsis:

Bakugou is the esteemed King of the Kingdom of Barbarians and because he succeeded in ruling the lands that were once governed by the Yuuei Kingdom, an offering must be made for the peace of the people. As the so-called ‘black sheep’ of the royal family, the King of Yuuei a.k.a. your father, offered you–naming you the most precious thing he could give; but you know the truth behind his words.

PART III

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Things started to get hectic in both the Yuuei and Barbarian kingdoms for only a few weeks were left until the wedding. Seeing the decorations being put up only meant a reminder for both Shoto and (Y/n) that it was real, it was happening-- but it was happening too fast for them to comprehend.

The princess was in a daze during her meal time with the only family she had left, her father. Ever since her mother passed away, things turned into hell. Before fully agreeing to give their daughter away, the queen stood her ground in protest and resisted the King’s order.

Blinded by rage, he threatened his wife with a sword but still, her gaze was firm and decision never wavered. The last string of patience the king had snapped and he swung his sword towards the woman, slicing her deep from the chest to her abdomen.

In his state of shock, he stood there, hands shaking. His lover was no more and all because of the stupid Barbaric king, all because of his useless daughter, he lost more then just his kingdom. He had lost his wife.

It took a long while for the king to come to terms with the thought of his diseased lover but he channeled all his pain into making another’s life miserable.

Out of everyone, he had to choose his poor daughter, who he had blamed for everything.

“(Y/n)! I expect you to be on your best behavior and for once not be a failure to this family. Am I clear?” A tired nod was all she could answer. The king quietly stood up from his seat and hastily made it to (Y/n)’s side. A loud smack resounded in the room.

“I am a king here and I expect you to treat me like one, you useless bitch! When I ask you a question, answer me properly!” This was the king nobody from outside knew about. Only the people inside the palace knew about the true nature of this ‘kind’ king.

“Yes, your majesty. I have made a mistake.” The old man just scoffed and retreated to his room, leaving his daughter alone to dine. Because she is the Princess of the commoners, people from the palace were often enraged to see her being treated poorly by the only real family she had.

With no words being said, a cloth with cool water was handed to her by one of her most trusted maids, Ochako. “Milady, it is to avoid swelling.” (Y/n) gratefully took it and dabbed it over the reddening spot on her cheek.

“Now that my father is away and in his quarters, won’t you maids join me for my meal? Let’s leave some for the guards standing in the doorway as well.” This occurrence happened frequently. They knew it was no bribe from the princess, but pure genuine kindness. She was a far better ruler than her damn father.

“But ma’am...” the princess slouched in her seat to get comfortable “Oh come on, we’ve been doing this for quite some time now! I don’t wanna eat alone” she unleashed her puppy eyes and the maids couldn’t refuse any longer.

Her hand maid ushered the rest of the servants in the room to take their seats and they joyfully shared stories over the table. See, (Y/n) was really interested in the commoner life not to compare to her own, but to get to know the ways of her people.

This is why even if the king treats her badly, the servants in the palace would never turn against her and if they had to take sides, they would all go to princess’ aide.

“Milady, how are things with your fiancé?” the bold maid named Mina asked. “M-Mina?! You can’t just ask things like that!” The head maid Momo scolded. “No it’s okay Momo, guys you’re my friends just drop the Milady shit and call me (Y/n)”

Mina gave a victory smile to Momo and the the latter just sighed. “I haven’t met him yet in all honesty, but I think we’re going to their castle in a few days, or maybe tomorrow. I didn’t really listen to what that stupid old fart told me”

They held their laughter at the nickname the king’s daughter had for him. “I hope even if he is one of those Barbaric bastards, he treats you fairly” Ochako had a sad smile on her face. The princess already had enough of her father’s torturing so having a bad husband would only continue her hell.

“In all honesty, I thought you would be wed to Prince Shoto. You were such a good match! I’m sure you would be happy with him” “Yes, Jiro that was the plan but it seems that fate had decided to push us apart. I’m sure I would have been happy but I’m not closing my doors to the thought of the new King as a husband. Maybe he can entertain me.”

“You can hunt together or maybe go on horse rides to lakes to watch the sunset!” (Y/n) knew this was too good to be true. Her soon to be husband was a brute, it would be weird if he was indeed that romantic. “Hah. I doubt he even has a romantic bone in his body. Anyway, I’ll be leaving first, girls. Ochako would you be a dear and please prepare my bath after you’re done eating. Do not worry, you can take your time and rest. Goodnight to all of you.”

“Sure thing princess!” “May you rest well.” “Nighty, (Y/n)”!”

“Oi hag, what kind of woman is she anyway? If it’s just some pissy girl I’d rather decapitate her family.” The older blonde smacked hiS HEAD. “Watch that stupid mouth of your brat! I’m sure she’s the perfect match for you. When has your mother been wrong?” The former queen smirked.

“She better not be weak. I don’t want my reputation to plummet because of some woman. I’m leaving with Kirishima to go hunt!” “Bring me a fat boar while you’re at it!”

Kirishima flew freely in the skies with Bakugou sitting snug on his back. At the same time, (Y/n) went to the woods after eating to let off some steam. Every time she thinks about her stupid father, rage fills her head. Nothing was her fault so why was she treated so badly.

The special spot (Y/n) and the friend who gave her necklace was her safe place. It was also the best spot to hunt boars, pigeons and if you’re lucky, deers.

She brought a bow and a sword with her and began to position herself to be hidden from her preys. Her sharp gaze caught a healthy fat boar in sight and the same time her arrow hit, a blade fell from the sky.

“Who’s the fuck did this to my fucking boar?!” A big gust of wind blew and standing before her was a huge red dragon, scales as red and as shiny as rubies.

“That’s my boar fuckface! Look for your own!” A blonde muscular man hopped off the dragon’s back. The Princess had put her cloak on to seal her identify, the man had a hood on too but his muscles were out for the world to see.

“You deaf, boy?! If you weren’t flying so high, you could have seen that my arrow had already pierced it before your dull blade could. Hands off my catch!” The man pulled the sword out of the boar and pointed it at the princess.

“No way, it’s mine! If you want it, fight for it!” (Y/n) wasted no time as she unsheathed her own weapon from it’s scabbard and went in for an attack. The blonde was surprised at the sudden movement of the woman but blocked her sword nonetheless.

“You got spunk woman, but can you even handle my strength?” “Hah please, I can take you on any day, dandelion!” Their sparring took quite a while and Kirishima just sat at the back with a slight worried look on his face.

The girl took notice of the dragon’s structure and thought maybe it was hungry, but in fact Kirishima was just getting bored. When she managed to push her opponent back a little, she ran towards the boar and threw it at the dragon.

“Here boy, catch!” the smell of meat made Kirishima quickly respond and at the end of the duel, it was the red dragon who immersed victorious.

(Y/n) laughed at the face the man made when their loot was snagged by the dragon. “Oi Kirishima! Why’d you eat it?!” The dragon just huffed in response. The girl went close to the dragon to try to pet it and because of the treat given by her, Kirishima bent his head to get the pats he loved.

She then directed her attention to the male with a huge scowl on his face. Digging through her pouch, she handed him a loaf of bread and cheese. “Here, take it. I enjoyed our spar. I would have loved to ask for your name and to spar another time, but I think it’s impossible now.” she smiled sadly.

The blonde on the other hand only got curious “Why?” “I’m getting married soon. I can’t just hang around guys freely.” The sun was starting to set and people may have started to look for her in the palace.

“It’s time for me to go. If we see each other again, let’s exchange names, dandelion. I hope you can take me to the skies some time Kirishima! Have a safe journey home”

She didn’t wait for their response as she fled the scene quickly.

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Coach Cavill - Chapter 7

Summary: Amelia is about to go on her first date with coach Cavill

Coach!Henry Cavill x Amelia Jung (Asian ofc)

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings: None

A/N: To celebrate the fact that I am done with school for a while, I thought I’d post (part one of) their date with you! I hope you like it 💕 please let me know if you want to be on the taglist!

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Within an hour I had to dress up to look splendid that Friday, because I didn’t want Dean to see how beautiful I was going to look. Maybe the stress dressing up under sixty minutes also had to do with the poor state of my planning today, but we are simply going to ignore that.

The entire week I have been looking forward to this. During the training yesterday, Henry kept stealing glances from me, after he made me a wonderful cup of cappuccino. It’s weird really, how head over heels I’m becoming, in just a matter of a little more than a week.

While everything Dean was exciting and somehow terrifying, since he was mysterious and a little hard to get, this instant connection I have with Henry feels so safe and familiar. I can’t stop thinking about him, to a point where Ricky, Annabelle and the rest of the little ones in my class kept asking me if I was doing okay. However, they figured out pretty soon I was a bit in love and now they continue to make kissy sounds during the day.

‘You look fucking hot,’ Eve says, as she brushes through my hair. ‘Lucky mister Henry Cavill.’

‘Is it too much?’ I ask, as I smooth down my tight dark blue dress, that Isabella insisted on me wearing and it’s a good fit: I mean, it accentuates the few curves I have. I look down at the matching high heels and sigh deeply. ‘It’s too much,’ I conclude.

‘No, honey, it’s not too much. You look beautiful and I know that Henry will think so too. Besides, he is already smitten with you, so I don’t think you have anything to worry about.’

I let out a sigh again. ‘It’s just that I’m nervous. How long has it been since I had my last first date?’

‘When you were nineteen,’ Eve answers my rhetorical question. ‘I know that, but that went well too and since Henry is an absolute angel, this date will go without a hitch, I can guarentee. And besides, you have done things much more terrifying than this. You went to South Korea, debuted in a girl group. A full one eighty in career choices when you got here, went on a date with the mysterious hottie Dean, somehow made that work. Plus, you were a total bad ass and gave birth to Isabella on your own, who was breeched.’

I roll my eyes. ‘I highly doubt you can compare giving birth to a first date.’

‘What I want to make clear to you, is that you are fierce and awesome and Henry knows that too.’ Eve and I both yelp when the doorbell rings. ‘Your future husband is here.’

‘Shut up,’ I say, as we walk down the stairs. She stuffs something in my clutch and hands it to me. ‘What on earth did you put in here?’ I hiss, as I grab my coat from the rack.

‘A condom.’

I halt all my movements. ‘You did what?’

‘Better to be safe than sorry.’

Before I can tell her off and that I’m really not going to have sex with Henry on the first date, she pushes me to the door and I quickly put on my coat, before I open the door.

I’m hit with the realization that I’m going on a date with the most beautiful man on this planet. He looks illegally handsome, with his nice suit jacket hanging open, that matches with his black pants. He is wearing a white blouse, nicely tucked into his pants and the tease has the two top buttons open and the sight of his chest (and the chest hair) is making my mouth dry.

‘Wow,’ he says with a beautiful smile, ‘you look beautiful, Amelia.’

This is going to kill me. How am I supposed to survive this entire night? ‘It’s not too much?’ I ask, just to be sure and first date jitters taking the upper hand.

He shakes his head. ‘This is exactly right.’

I turn to Eve, who is holding in a squeal. After being friends with her for so long, I know every facial expression. ‘Only call me if it is a matter of life or death,’ I tell her.

‘Have I ever called you when it was not important?’ I cock an eyebrow and she nods. ‘Right, I have done that before. I’m sorry. Won’t do it tonight, promise.’

‘Very good. Please, don’t wait up and don’t sit on the front porch with the twins, because I know you three want to do that.’

Eve slaps me on my ass, before I step out of the house and I sincerely hope that Henry hasn’t seen that. From the looks of it seems like he hasn’t seen that, but maybe he is just polite and doesn’t show me he has seen it. ‘Don’t look back,’ I tell Henry, as we walk towards his truck. ‘She’ll embarrass either one of us if we do so.’

Henry can’t help but laugh and he opens the door of his truck. ‘Do I have to give you a boost or can you manage?’

‘Oh shut up,’ I chuckle as I get in the car, after I took his hand. ‘Because I’m short, I have developed cat woman like skills. You should see me in the classroom, when I have to grab something from the top shelf.’

‘I’ll believe that right away.’ He closes the door and I wave to Eve, who nods approvingly and gestures something about how firm his butt looks. I mean, I can only agree to that, but once again, sure as hell hope he hasn’t seen any of that.

Henry gets in the truck and before he puts the key in the ignition, he looks to the side, meeting my eyes. ‘What?’ I ask him.

‘You look breathtaking,’ he whispers, almost as if he doesn’t want me to hear this compliment.

I’m at a loss for words. ‘Oh,’ I manage to choke out. ‘Thanks…’

He clears his throat. ‘I’m just a little nervous.’

‘What? Why? If someone should be nervous, it’s me. One, I’m going on a date with you and two, my last first date was sixteen years ago.’

He chuckles, but he sounds really nervous. ‘Well, mine might’ve not been that long ago… But I have never been on a date with someone like you.’

‘Do you mean that in a good way or…?’

Henry’s eyes widen. ‘In a good way, of course,’ he hastily says. ‘It’s more that you are way out of my league.’

What? ‘I think I was hallucinating. What?’

‘I mean, have you even seen yourself? You are admirable, in any way.’

Is this how it feels when your heart not only is figuratively melting, but also literally? ‘Oh.’

‘You are truly one of a kind, Amelia and I sure hope I meet up to what you deserve.’

Okay, I’m officially blanking. What are words?

Henry smiles and starts the car. ‘I hope you like the place I booked. I heard some pretty good things about it.’

✰ ✰ ✰

Leave it to Henry fucking Cavill to not only book a spot at my favorite restaurant here in town, but also to have a secluded spot that I didn’t know was here. We sit on the patio, a heater pointed at us to keep us warm, as we look over the lake. We are surrounded by romantic Christmas lights, as we sit next to each other on the soft couch. His arm is resting on the back, his thumb softly drawing circles on my shoulder.

He hands me a glass of wine and I can’t help but melt a bit against his frame. ‘You did amazing,’ I say. ‘I really like this spot. I never even knew it was here. How did you discover this?’

‘I might’ve had some help from Greg.’

‘Convenient store Greg?’ I ask. ‘You two becoming friends?’

‘Yeah, I’m there quite a lot. He sometimes watches Kal when I’m not home for too long of a time. Annabelle constantly tells him that she loves Kal, so that’s a plus.’

‘Annabelle is in my class,’ I say. ‘A true angel. A cheeky one, but she is such a delight to have in class.’

Henry smiles, taking a sip of his wine. We’re still waiting for our food to arrive, but the wine will do just fine for now. ‘It’s quite the one eighty, to go from a K-Pop idol to a kindergarten teacher.’

‘Oh, you have no idea,’ I chuckle. ‘It was so weird, to go from that hectic world, fans screaming your name, photoshoot here, there, dance practice and just never not busy, back to Luna Meadows, where every second seems to tick at least three times. I had to spend three months in the barn in the back of my parents yard, to simply talk with Eve and Johnny, getting used to this pace again. It was nice to be back here though, since this will always be my home.’

He nods. ‘So, you come back to Luna Meadows when you were eighteen, go back to college and…’

‘And I met Dean, when I was nineteen, was twenty one when I had Benji, somehow got my degree and after I graduated, I married Dean.’

‘Wow,’ he says. ‘That is top tier multitasking.’

‘That’s what I thought so,’ I chuckle, taking a sip of my wine. ‘It was really important for me to finish college, because, I wanted to be able to provide for myself and even after I graduated, I worked three days a week. I’m not equipped to be a full-time house wife. I tried that for two months and then I became mad.’

Henry laughs. ‘And now you work full-time.’

‘I do, indeed. It’s the only way I can continue to pay for the house. I don’t want to move away from Eve and her baby sit service.’

He nods in agreement. ‘You are very lucky to have friends that care so much and do so much for you.’

‘I sure am,’ I say with a smile. I take another sip, before I ask: ‘What about you? Why did you leave Jersey to move here?’

‘I was a judo coach there and worked in a cafe. However, some family stuff happened and I had to get out of there.’ Henry clears his throat and shakes his head. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘No, no, you don’t want to talk about it, I totally understand it. Just, tell me how you got into judo then.’ I turn a bit to the side and oh my, I can feel his strong body against mine, but weirdly enough it doesn’t make me nervous anymore.

‘Oh, that was something me and my grandpa had together. All of my brothers were into team sports, like lacrosse, football and rugby.’

My eyes widen. ‘You have brothers?’

‘Mhm, four,’ he says.

‘Your mom had five kids?’ I ask him.

He can’t stop his laugh. ‘She did.’

‘Mad respect,’ I say. ‘I don’t want to be too TMI, but I had to recover six years after I had Benji before I even thought about adding another one. Not the point, Amelia,’ I quickly realize letting out a soft chuckle. ‘Your brothers were into team sports.’

Henry nods, a smile evident on his lips. ‘My entire family was obsessed with everything team sport related, including us as a family. I liked to do things solo, just like my granddad and that’s how judo became our thing. My family supported me and judo, of course, but… I knew they didn’t really like the sport as much as my granddad and I liked it. When I was twenty, I was actually doing pretty well. Competing in national tournaments, even some international ones.’

I frown. ‘Why do I feel a however coming up?’ I ask him.

He snickers. ‘However, I broke my leg in three places when I was in the gym.’

‘Oh no,’ I say, as I shiver.

‘Yeah, it was pretty bad,’ he chuckles. ‘But judo was my life and I couldn’t just let it go, so I started to work as a trainer and coach, but I didn’t make enough money to provide for myself, so I also worked in a cafe.’

I nod. ‘And why did you choose Luna Meadows?’

He shrugs. ‘It just felt right. And that’s where I met the most amazing judoka I have ever seen. Benji is miles ahead of not only everyone here, but also to everyone I have ever encountered.’

‘Including you?’

‘Including me,’ he laughs. ‘He is amazing.’

‘That’s because he has some judo genes from his amazing mother,’ I chuckle, as I throw my hair over my shoulder. ‘I was quite something back in the days.’

He chuckles. ‘So, what does Isabella do?’

‘She is in a drama club. When she was younger, she would force Benji, Yara, Jake and Lola to be side characters in a play she made up, where she was the main character. She is overly dramatic and I figured that I would do the other kids a favor if I would put her in a drama club. Yara and she go every Tuesday, Wednesday and Sunday after school with Eve.’

‘It must be amazing to have a friend this close living to you.’

‘It does,’ I say, as I stare at my wine. ‘Made the whole divorce thing a whole lot better to handle.’

‘I imagine. Divorce is never easy.’

‘Experience or…?’ I carefully ask.

‘I was married,’ he says, ‘but the second we said ‘I do’, it was already a lost cause, really. Actually, we never really fit together.’

I take a sip of my wine, but I place my other hand on his strong leg. Normally I wouldn’t be this forward, but it feels so warm and comfortable. ‘Is she part of the reason that you had to leave Jersey?’

He shakes his head. ‘No, we were married from my twenty fifth to my twenty seventh.’

Okay, he doesn’t want to continue to talk about it and for some reason I can’t stop the words from coming out of my mouth. ‘You know, I never thought I’d go on a date again.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because everyone in this town knows that I got divorced and everyone had an opinion about it,’ I whisper. ‘You know, I wasn’t exactly the most loved. A lot of them thought it was my fault that Dean started to see someone else. I wasn’t a good enough wife, who didn’t love her husband enough.’

When I look up, I see that Henry has clenched his jaw, before taking a sip of his wine. ‘That’s bullshit.’

‘I know,’ I say mostly out of disbelieve. ‘But good things happen to good people and now I met you.’

‘Moving to Luna Meadows was a good move on my behalf.’

Our pasta arrives and I sit up a bit straighter. ‘This looks delicious,’ I say, twirling around my fork, to twist the spaghetti around it. ‘Henry Cavill, you sure know how to swoop a woman off her feet.’

Henry smiles, taking a bite of his pasta. It’s different than mine, but it looks delicious. I can see him ogling my plate as well and I guess the grass is indeed greener on the other side. ‘Here,’ I say, with a fork full of pasta. I hold it above my other hand, so I won’t spill something on any of us. I now realize that it might be weird to feed a grown man on our first date, but I can’t go back now.

‘You’re a natural,’ he chuckles, before taking a bite. ‘Oh, yours is really good. Want a bite of mine?’

‘Sure,’ I say with a blush creeping up on my cheeks. He is a little clumsy, but somehow manages to bring the fork to my lips, without it spilling on my dress. With his thumb he wipes the corner of my mouth clean. ‘Am I tasting some cinnamon?’

‘That was what I was thinking,’ he says. ‘I would never put cinnamon in my pasta, but it is really tasty and it actually works.’

‘I once accidentally added honey to the chicken and somehow it turned out to be pretty okay.’

‘Yeah, Benji told me you weren’t a great cook.’

I hide my face in my hands. ‘I may have burned quite a few meals in my kitchen. One time, for Thanksgiving, I attempted to cook for Eve and Johnny, because they were having a bit of a rough time, with Lola being admitted into the hospital and all. However, I burned the entire meal, the kitchen was filled with smoke and I had a complete meltdown. Isabella called my parents and somehow my mom saved the day.’

Henry’s shoulder shake as he laughs. ‘That would be quite the sight.’

‘Oh, it was terrible. Can you imagine if I was a full time housewife? I think I’d have the fire department on speed dial.’

I want to add something to this (believe me, I have tons of stories of me nearly burning down my place), but my phone starts to ring and I quickly open my clutch to check the screen.

It’s Eve.

Part of me doesn’t want to take it, but I know that she took her promise serious. ‘I’m so sorry,’ I say.

‘Please, take it,’ Henry encourages me, when he sees me hesitating.

I pick up and say: ‘Eve, this better be very important.’ However I don’t hear her voice, but I hear Benji yelling in the background and that is something I barely understand. ‘What’s wrong? Is everything okay?’

‘I have no idea,’ Eve manages to say. ‘Isabella is just sitting in the corner of your living room, not speaking at all.’ That can’t be good. ‘Benji is on the edge of losing it, but I feel like he is too much in a rage to listen to any of us and Dean is outside, trying to let himself in, but we locked the door. I’m really sorry to interrupt your date, but I feel like both of your kids need you right now.’

My heart sinks. ‘Oh no,’ I mumble. ‘I’m coming back.’

‘I hate dad,’ I hear Benji yell in the background. ‘I fucking hate him.’

‘Benji, please stop it!’ Lola pleads.

‘This is not working, man,’ Jake adds.

‘Mom, Isabella is crying,’ Yara says.

I hang up, shaking my head. ‘I’m so sorry, Henry, I have to get back. Something is really wrong and according to Eve, Benji is really close to losing it completely and Isabella is not talking, Dean is outside of my house…’

‘I heard it,’ he says, already standing up, holding up my coat. ‘Let me get you home.’

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alexhogh7137 · 3 years

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The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Forty-Six

Chapter Forty-Seven: "..what on earth are you doing here...?"

Word Count 2.8k

Warnings: none

A week has passed since Asta was born. Your week was hectic, painful and long but your daughter made it all a bit easier. Your people celebrated her birth with a huge feast that you attended to, of course. You remember thinking to yourself, 'now I can have some ale.' Ivar made it known that Asta was his child and everyone basked in his magnificence because he is indeed a cripple. Hvitserk bit his tongue and played along as you did the same. Ivar has his ways and it is easier to obey him than to argue and cause heartache. All you want is for Asta to be happy, that is of utmost importance. Today, you have to write to Daario Naharis. Time has slipped your mind and it has come to your attention that you have yet to write to him.

Ivar "Would you like me to take her while you write?" You look up at him, "I don't mind." He offers a smile, "I do not think that you will be able to write a proper letter with her wiggling in your arms-" you two start to giggle.

"Thank you. I won't be long." You hand her to him and he puts her on his hip.

Ivar "Take your time, my sweet. I want to spend some quality time with her." You nod, "I love you."

"And I love you." He bends down and kisses your lips before crunching his way out of the chamber doors. You sigh and stretch your arms in the air, trying to ease the soreness from holding her for so long. But you long her so much, that when she is not in your arms, you feel as if something is missing. Nonetheless, you appreciate the help from your beloved while Hvitserk is out hunting with Ubbe.

You pick up your writing instrument and began to write:

To the Commander of Wessex,

I have to apologize for not writing to you sooner, but I have some wonderful news. I am now a mother to a healthy daughter. I shall return to Wessex when she is old enough to travel with me so that my people can meet her, as well as you Naharis. I wish to hear of all the things concerning my people and their wellbeing. I hope all is well, including yourself. I am doing alright, given my circumstances during my daughter's birth but I am indeed alright. Looking forward to your letter,

Y/n Lothbrok

You stamp the letter and rise from your seat, to give this to your news carrier.

"Thank you."

He bows, "My queen." You watch him get on his horse and ride off into the distance. You look up at your dragon's, feasting on their animals and of course, fighting over the biggest carcass. You chuckled to yourself but you get startled from your name being called.

"My queen!" You turn to face the woman.

"Yes? Is something wrong?"

"No, thank the gods." You nod, "I just wanted to personally ask you if you are alright?"

"Oh yes, I am quite well."

"Are you certain, my queen?" She asked, "because you look quite exhausted.."

"Mm, the beginning stages of motherhood is not easy, madame-"

"Of course-"

"I am tired, but I am very happy."

"That is good to hear. I know of the things you went through..I only wish the best for you my queen."

"I appreciate your kind words, ma'am. Thank you."

"My pleasure. Would you like to come in?" You look where she points as she points toward her home in the village.

"Oh thank you, but I must find Ivar. He is caring for Asta while I take care of some matters."

"Oh, I see. Thank you for talking with me Y/n."

You place your hand on her shoulder, "Any time. If you need me, you know where to find me." She nods and you two part ways.

…

When you reach the throne room, you see Ivar chatting up a storm: boasting about Asta. At first, you get annoyed but then you overhear Ivar telling his people how proud he is to call her his own. Then your heart turned into mush. You make your way up to him and he notices you right away.

Ivar "My love, there you are." You sit down beside him on your throne.

"My queen, she is simply beautiful."

"Thank you. She is very-"

Ivar "Perfect. She isn't just beautiful, she is perfect. A real blessing from the gods." You smile and reach over and caress her rosy cheeks while she is still in his arms.

"I would have to agree. I am surprised that she is here." Ivar looks up at the man from looking down at Asta and makes direct eye contact.

Ivar "What did you just say?" The man gulps.

"I said that I was surprised that Asta is here..it is a real miracle."

Ivar "Are you referring to Y/n?"

"She...she went through a lot, my king. Many of us doubted that she wou-"

"I suggest you bite your tongue.." the man looks at you and takes a step back.

Ivar "Sweetheart, can you hold Asta for a moment?" You do not answer, only quickly grabbing her from his arms before he loses control. Ivar gets off of his throne and walks towards the man who was suggesting that you were weak.

Ivar "What is it? Huh..what were you all doubting?" The man did not respond out of fear. Ivar took out his dagger and grabbed the man by his throat, "What were you all doubting?"

"We did not think that she would be strong enough to deliver! Many women parish during child birth..we were expecting it." You knew that was a fact. But to hear your people think that you were too weak to survive, saddened you.

Ivar points the blade towards the man's eye, "How dare you, huh?! How dare you question my wife?"

"We were wrong, she was strong-"

Ivar "That should never be questioned, she is your queen!" The man nods, "Look at her," the man looks at you, "that woman right there, is stronger than any woman that you could ever meet. Do not ever question her strength."

"Ivar, just let him go-"

Ubbe "What is going on in here, aye?!" Hvitserk and Ubbe come into the building from a successful hunt.

"Just having a discussion, Ubbe."

"I shouldn't have said anything-"

Hvitserk "You said what?"

"I told the Ivar.. that Asta is a miracle child."

Hvitserk "She is-"

Ivar "He said that he amongst others have doubted Y/n's ability to have her." Hvitserk's jaw clenches immediately.

Hvitserk "Is that so?" The man does not respond. "Well she proved you all wrong, did she not?"

"Yes, yes of course! My queen, you have my full respect."

"If you'll excuse me." You walk out of the room and into your daughter's nursery. You place her down into her bassinet. She coos and reaches for you, so you lean down and kiss her entire face.

"My sweet Asta, sleep now." You watch her close her beautiful eyes and fall into a light slumber. You sigh when it is silent in the room. Reflecting on your life, who you are and what you have become as a person, as a woman. In everyone else's eyes, you have achieved it all: you've won battles, you overthrown your father and took back your kingdom, you are married and now have a daughter. To you, you feel lucky and blessed but at the same time, you feel lost. If Ivar's people loved and respected you like they should, then you would feel wanted here in Kattegat. But today, that feeling is nonexistent.

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Wessex England a day later..

Daario has been working nonstop: making absolute sure that the people of Wessex are safe, fed and doing their duties. Helga has been working as well, and keeping Daario company.

Daario "Helga.."

Helga "Yes?"

Daario "Have you heard any news from Y/n?"

Helga sighs, "I'm afraid not." He hangs his head, "I am sure that she is fine, Naharis."

Daario "She didn't look good Helga. You saw her when she left."

Helga "She was in labor, Daario. It is very painful-"

Daario "I know that. But she fell-"

Helga "What? Why was I not informed of this-"

Daario "It slipped my mind. All I cared about was her, not informing her people." She nods, "But yes, she fell. Not too long before she went into active labor-"

Helga "Well that makes sense now. If something happens to the mother when she is that far along during her pregnancy, that can cause the child to come quicker. Much quicker."

Daario "I just hope that she is alright. She has gone through too much Helga, she can't be gone now. She can't be." Helga takes a rapid and deep breath, "She fought too long and too hard to lose her battle now. Especially right when her life got brighter with this miracle child."

Helga "I don't think that she is gone. If she was, I would be able to tell."

Daario looks up at her glaring at the floor, "What? How?"

Helga "She is like a daughter to me Daario. If she was gone, I would just know." He sighs and looks back down to the floor.

Daario "Helga, could you leave me for a moment? I would like to pray in peace please." He says standing up.

Helga "Of course sir." She walks out of the door, closing it behind her. He wipes a stray tear that has fallen on to his cheek from the sense of fear of losing you. So he gets down on his knees, in front of a cross that he has hung up on his wall in his chambers and prays.

Daario "Please Lord, be with Y/n. I have not heard from her in days, and I cannot stop worrying, my Lord. Be with her and keep her strong. If her child is in this world, keep her safe and strong as well, my Lord. Be with them all, keep them safe and...alive. In Jesus's name I pray, amen." As he stood up, he got a knock on his door.

Daario sighs, "Yes?"

"A letter, sir." He rushes over to the man and grabs the letter from his hands. He breathes out loudly when he sees your name on the envelope.

Daario "Thank you, you may go." Once the man leaves, he looks up and whispers, "well that was fast."

After he read your letter, he wanted to travel to Kattegat to see you and the baby. He did not know how he would be able to do so, but he did not quite care about anything else but you and the child. So he left Helga in charge and set off to Kattegat.

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It is now nightfall in Kattegat and things are happy as can be. Hvitserk has been spending quality time with Asta all day and Ivar has been spending quality time with you. Ubbe and Torvi have been spoiling Asta and she's only a few days old. It has been joyus to say the least.

Ivar "How is she doing huh?" He asks his brother once he sits down next to him.

Hvitserk "Y/n or Asta?"

Ivar "Asta, of course."

Hvitserk "She's perfect."

Ivar "Yes, she is." He looks at you holding her while talking to Torvi. "They both are true perfection."

Hvitserk "Yes they are. And yet we are the lucky one aye?" He says, nudging Ivar.

Ivar chuckles but it soon fades when he hears the gates to his kingdom opening.

Ivar "Did you just hear-"

Hvitserk "The gates? Yes, I did."

Ivar "We are not expecting anyone.." You see the double doors opening and your grip on your daughter tightens. You did not expect to see the man come through the door that did.

Daario "King Ivar-"

"Naharis?!" His eyes met yours and his expression turned to pure joy. He sees the beautiful daughter in your arm's.

Daario "Y/n!"

"What on earth are you doing here?! My kingdom-"

Daario "Is in good hands."

"Who's hands?!"

Daario "Helga's."

"An old woman." You look at Ivar in complete disbelief. Ivar's eyebrows scrunch down to his eyes and his mouth is closed tightly. "So you are telling me, that you left my kingdom, which is filled with women..in an old woman's care?"

Daario "I had to see you."

"I told you when I left, that I would come to you. I left you in charge of my people for a reason. I did not want you to leave Wessex!"

Daario "I'm sorry, I-"

"Torvi, give her to Hvitserk please." She takes Asta from your arms and walks Asta to Hvitserk and you slap Daario in the mouth. Ivar immediately tenses every muscle in his body.

"How dare you defy me!"

Daario "I did no such thing."

"You left my kingdom, when I told you not to! You are in charge because you are capable, Helga is in no way capable of keeping my people safe."

Daario "I just had to see you. I was worried about you."

"I appreciate your concern Naharis, but I sent you a letter."

Daario "I wanted to meet her.." you realize that fighting with him is no use. You can't do anything about his actions now. All you can do is pray to the gods that nothing bad happens.

"Fine, come with me." You walk towards Ivar and Hvitserk, who are sitting next to each other. "Her name is Asta."

Daario "Wow..she is beautiful."

"Thank you."

Daario "May I hold her?"

Ivar "I don't think so."

Daario "Why not?"

Ivar "Because I said no, so the answer is no. You came here..into my kingdom, unannounced, at night, and thinking that you can hold my daughter?" Daario takes a step back, "I don't think that you are in the position to do so."

Daario "I shouldn't have come here."

Ivar "No, you shouldn't have. But nonetheless, you are here..hmm?" He nods, "And you came all this way to..what exactly?"

Daario "Check on Y/n, make sure that she was safe, and okay after having Asta."

Ivar "You came here to make sure that she was safe..in her own home? Did I hear that correctly, Hvitserk?"

Hvitserk "You did, my brother."

Ivar "mm."

Daario "She is my queen and I was worried about her. She did not look very well when she left, and she wrote in her letter that there were complications during Asta's..arrival and I came here to make sure that she was indeed alright."

"I understand your worry, but I wrote to you that I was okay. You did not have to come."

Daario "No one has to do anything Y/n. It's what feels right in their hearts is what they end up doin-"

Ubbe "You have got to be joking, aye?" He said coming inside from checking on the village. "What are you doing here?!"

Daario "I came to check on her."

Ubbe "Y/n or Asta?"

Daario "Both, I suppose."

Ubbe "Y/n wrote to you, no?" He said, taking a bite of food.

Daario "Yes but I wanted to meet her daughter."

Ivar "Why did you want to meet her so badly, huh?" He said, getting up from his seat and walking towards him. "It couldn't wait until she got back to Wessex?"

Daario "I acted too quickly. I should go."

"You can stay the night here, but must leave by morning. Wessex is unsafe while you are here. I cannot allow you to stay longer than the night."

Daario "I accept that. And I appreciate that. I am sorry for coming."

"I am not mad at you, I am upset about the fact that at any given moment, I can lose my kingdom and my people. I fought too long and too hard to lose it now."

Ivar "You won't, my sweet."

"Well, if I do, you will lose your life..are we clear?"

Daario "Yes, my queen."

"Good, my maiden will find you a room." He thanks you and walks off. You sit down on Ivar's lap and sighed, "Well, we were having a peaceful day."

Ivar "We still are-"

"No we are not."

Ivar "Think of it this way, if anything were to happen, we can use his body as a sacrifice to the gods huh?!" He says in a high pitched voice to add drama, making you laugh.

"But I would lose it all, and my people."

Ivar "I think that you are forgetting that these are your people, my love. Everything I have is yours."

"I love you."

Ivar "I love you most."

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ranger-jedi-knight · 4 years

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This Little Angel Part 2

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24201565/chapters/59881333 Taglist: @chocolate1721 @tiny-goddess-of-chaos @amayakans @cutechip @more-or-less-human-i-guess

Ok, so here’s the much requested second chap!! I hope you guys enjoy it!!

Mari was excited as she looked around the private jet Bruce was taking them home on. She kept looking up and down at her sketchbook as she sketched a few things from the inspiration. Harley and Joker were on the plane too, Mari and the others had a moment of surprise when Joker had taken all his make-up and what not off leaving him looking very normal. Not that they couldn’t blame him. They can’t exactly petition Paris to give her custody back over to her criminal parent JOKER. So they had to look normal. Harley was going by her real name Harleen and Joker was going by Jack.

It may have been illegal to forge some documents but it was for the better. She was in all rights Harley and Joker’s daughter. But, no one outside of Gotham was going to accept that. So, they may have asked Babs and Tim to hack and make official paperwork saying that she was adopted at age 3 by Jack and Harleen Quinzel. Then have it known that at around age 10 she was kidnapped and trafficked resulting in their divorce.

Even Gordon agreed to it since he knew how much Harley and Joker cared for her. Their worried attack to search the city when she first disappeared was proof of that! And having her back, they were sure Joker would return back to normal, doing more innocent attacks, using the venom only on HUGE heists that happened less and less. Becoming more of a nuisance than a real big baddie.

And they could only do that if they had official US documentation of Mari’s adoption to them. So, they did a little illegal hacking to do it. But no one outside of their group had to know that. Mari reached down to pat her purse as they crossed into France, getting closer to Paris. It was the next day so no doubt her class was going to be in class. She did wonder tho if classes were easy today for everyone because of the trip.

She suggested it, but she wondered if Bustier would follow it.

They soon landed at the airport and both Chloe and Damian took one of her hands into theirs. She was so glad that Bruce had come with and let Damian join. They exited the plane and got their suitcases.

Chloe’s driver was there already and took them to the hotel where they were all staying. Mari was to stay in Chloe’s suit as a neutral place while that whole case went down. Gordon was sharing a room with Joker and Harley to keep them in check, which he doubted they needed but better to be safe. While Bruce and Damian had their own.

After dropping their bags off, Bruce, Gordon, Harley, and Joker went to the French Police and child services to deal with the case about Mari’s future. Meanwhile, Mari and Chloe went to the school to tell them due to a case they wouldn’t bee in class for some time. But they would keep up with their studies while the case went on.

Damian decided to go with them but would stay in the car-limo actually. Mari took a deep breath when they stopped in front of the school. She gave the two a small smile when they squeezed her hands. The two slowly slid out of the limo and made their way into the school and up to Principal Damocles’s office. It was a quick thing to inform him of what happened and about a case being opened.

So Damocles agreed and understood that they wouldn’t be in class and just said to either put their work into Bustier’s mailbox in the school or to give it to him. Now it was time to face Ms. Bustier and tell her. They reached her classroom and Mari raised a hand to knock. Bustier opened the door and glared at the two girls before pulling them into the classroom.

“Girls, I don’t know what has gotten into. First, you purposefully miss the flight home for attention, and now come to class late? What do you have to say for yourselves? It better be good otherwise I’ll be sending you to the principal’s office,” Bustier said annoyed and the two shared a dumbfounded look while the rest of the class laughed.

“Ya Marinette, I can’t believe you’d stoop so low like that!” Alya shouted before looking at Bustier once more. “Also, Ms. Bustier, Marinette sent Lila horrible texts this morning. They should be sent to the principal’s office for bullying!” she yelled and the class shouted their agreement. “Oh really? Girls?” Bustier was fully glaring at the two now.

“I can prove that Lila lied there. I haven’t touched my phone all morning since I turned it off when I got onto my flight home this morning and turned it on when we got off,” Mari said pulling out her phone to show a tweet she made from Gotham time of 2 am getting onto a private jet and then making a tweet at 11 am getting off the jet and into Chloe’s limo. “See? You’d see that for the time it took to fly, my phone was off, the exact time that I ‘supposedly’-” she put in air quotes “-sent horrible texts to Lila. even you know that you can’t do anything on a phone while flying,” she finished and Alya grumbled and glared at the girl, somehow thinking she was lying still.

“As for that flight thing and late,” Chloe said looking at her nails not even bothering to glare at Bustier, “you guys left us in Gotham even tho Mari’s reunion with her parents was very public. Not to mention you didn’t even headcount. So really, you’re too blame for that,” Chloe said and Bustier opened her mouth but Chloe cut her off with a raised hand. “And for the late, we just arrived an hour ago in Paris and had to drop our bags off. We just came here from Damocle’s office saying we won’t be in class for some time due to a case being opened up that we’ll be a part of. Now, we ought to be going,” she grabbed Mari’s hand and started walking out before glancing back in with a smirk. “You guys should be expecting some suits to show up later too~!” she called out smirking before leaving.

Bustier glared at the door, planning on talking to Damocle’s at lunch about their behavior.

They entered the limo and Mari leaned against Damian’s shoulder as they went to the hotel and stayed there.

The following week is hectic, to say the least. Mari is going between talking at family court and facing akumas and ignoring her ex-friends and parents. Tom and Sabine didn’t appreciate Mari saying that Lila indeed lied to them when they asked about where she was. They also didn’t appreciate being investigated along with their workers, friends, and customers. They thought they were star parents and didn’t deserve this.

Before court, they tried guilting Mari into not suing them or her friends. Chloe and Damian had to pull her away before she caved with her lawyer threatening them. As it was, they informed the judge of it, and the Judge was not amused at that. It was tough, so very tough, but in the end, the Judge decided that Mari was to stay with Harleen and Jack in joint custody. While they were separated, it was clear they loved and missed their daughter. Meanwhile, Tom and Sabine had to pay for it. They were banned from adopting kids until they took some classes and had proven they would take care of and love a child correctly and not work them.

After that, it was time to focus on suing her classmates for harassment and the school for negligence. Now that would take longer to deal with. The family court only took 4 days to deal with it. She could only sigh at the break she got between it after finishing the family case. They gave her the next day to rest before jumping into the next cases against students and the school.

Tho, that had her giving another sigh of relief as a few classmates agreed to the terms easily when they were told off by Jack and Harleen about how they should know her from the 6 years they’ve known each other. And then Bruce coming in to serve Lila papers for slander. That had the whole class shouting as then another lawyer came in with all the other celebrities she’s lied about suing her.

Ladybug sighed as she landed in an alley nearby after defeating the Akuma. She leaned against the wall and slid down as her transformation died. Her head fell back against the wall with her eyes closed. A gasp ringing thru the air had her eyes flinging open tho.

She looked around and her eyes landed on Joker and Harley standing at the entrance. “Mama? Papa?” she called and the two came to her and kneeled down in front of her. “What are-did you-?” she cut off, worry filling her veins.

“We know now sweetie. We followed Ladybug to see how long this has been happening and if you were in trouble at all,” Harley said cupping her daughter’s cheek and Mari leaned into the touch with a sigh.

“This has been going on since I was 13. I’ve tried figuring out who Hawkmoth is but I’ve been having trouble. My partner hasn’t been any help tho,” she said softly and watched as her parents got angry.

“And this whole time you’ve had to deal with those idiotic sheep called classmates the whole time?” Joker demanded and Mari bit her lip.

“Just for the last year or so when Lila appeared,” she explained watching as her parents got more upset.

“Please calm down tho!” Tikki called floating in front of them causing their anger to dissipate a bit as confusion went thru them.

“Who are ya?” Harley asked, sticking a finger out pocking the paw Tikki held out.

“I’m Tikki, Marinette’s Kwami! I’m what allows her to transform into Ladybug,” she explained and the two slowly nodded. So once that confusion was clear she elaborated on her first comment. “You two need to calm down tho. Hawkmoth can feel any negative emotions and feed off them! So far only two people have fought him off and I’m sure Mari wouldn’t want to fight her parents,” she explained and the girl nodded her agreement.

“I don’t wanna fight you, mama, papa,” she said as Harley then pulled her into a hug that Mari returned. Joker stiffened tho causing the two to pull back to look at him worried. Mari gasped when she saw the outline surrounding his eyes. “Papa!” she cried out.

“Oh, so your that punk-ass bitch terrorizing everyone. Well, listen here, mothy. You are an insult to villains everywhere. You hide away and make others do the work for you. You make children fight your battle, you punk-ass bitch. So let me say this, the reason I’m upset is because of you terrorizing my daughter while facing the stress of her classmate’s harassment. The moment I find you, Mothy, I’m going to make you regret everything you’ve ever done. And don’t you try saying that I can’t. Do you know who I am? I’m the Joker, Clown Prince of Gotham. Oh yes, you have heard of me. Then you know I don’t make light threats. I will make your life a living hell. Do I make myself clear?” he asked and cackled when a pure white butterfly flew away hastily. “Well, he won’t try bugging me anymore,” he said and a sudden laugh left Mari’s lips.

Her parents looked at her fondly as she laughed. “Why don’t we head home now, sweetie?” Harley suggested and Joker nodded agreement. The two help Mari up and make their way to the hotel they were staying at.

“Since you know now. I’m Ladybug, I’m also the guardian of the Miraculous. I....I need to defeat Hawkmoth before I can leave,” she said softly when they reached their room and the two nodded understanding.

“Of course, sweetie. We’ll stay here as long as it takes,” Harley said as Joker hummed as they sat down on a couch.

“What if Batsy could help?” he asked and Mari hummed in thought.

“It could get done quicker,” she admitted and Joker nodded.

“That’s what I thought. Let me go talk to someone,” Joker said standing up and leaving the room.

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Ladybug stood at the top of the Eiffel Tower. She tilted her head slightly when she saw movement. Two people soon landed in front of her and she tilted her head. “Batman, Robin,” she greeted and the two nodded to her.

“So your Ladybug,” Batman said and she nodded. “What did you need help with? You seem to be doing everything very well,” he commented and Ladybug shrugged uncomfortably.

“Well, that may be. I’m not a detective. I don’t know how to figure out Hawkmoth’s identity. So I need your help to do that. I’m done with Paris. I want to leave,” she said and the two nodded slowly. They could only guess that she was done with Paris in her personal life seeing as everyone has the greatest respect for Ladybug.

“Ok, we can help with that,” Batman said with the smallest of nods.

“There’s something else,” she said, trailing off as she looked off into the distance.

“M’Lady! You didn’t tell me we would be having company~” Chat purred out leaning in close while glaring at everyone. Ladybug frowned as she pushed Chat away from her, earning a growl from him.

“That’s because we,” she pointed between him and herself, “never had anything planned. This was a planned meeting between myself and Batman and Robin,” she said glaring and Chat was angry at that.

“Oh really? Is that any way to treat your partner, m’lady?” he demanded and Ladybug scowled.

“You haven’t been my partner in a while, Chat,” she spat his name out. “You stopped being it when you decided flirting and whining was more important than defeated the Akuma’s,” she said and Chat scoffed.

“Please, your cure will bring everything back,” he said and Ladybug gnashed her teeth together as she stomped up to Chat and slapped him hard across the face.

“I don’t care that my cure can bring everything back. We shouldn’t rely on it. What if that battle is the one Hawkmoth wins? He does his wish. There’s no telling what will happen. Except that those people who are dead will most definitely stay dead. And because of your lazy ass, I now how to protect you as well which means that more people can get hurt or killed. Did you know that people remember dying? They remember that moment. They are traumatized by that moment. They cannot ever forget that moment. And that is all on you!” she shouted angrily.

“So what!?” he demanded and everyone was silent at that. How could they respond to that!? Ladybug was shaking in anger. She had a terrifying expression on her face that somehow was both ice cold and encompassed all seven levels of hell angry.

Chat didn’t even get to react.

Before he knew it, he was on the ground tied up and sore all over.

“Chat Noir, I hereby proclaim you unfit to wield a Miraculous. As Guardian of the Miraculous, I hereby reclaim you’re Miraculous of the Black Cat. You are unworthy and will never be able to wear or use a Miraculous ever again,” Ladybug said ripping the ring off of Chat to reveal Adrien Agreste underneath the mask. Ladybug snarled at him as he cried out. A red mark similar to the one of the box, formed on his chest and hand, burning.

“No! You can’t do that! He’s all I have left!” he shouted reaching out when Ladybug untied him.

She slapped his hand away. “No, I can do that. You’ve shown yourself to be incompetent in being a hero. You only have yourself to blame,” she said turning away. “Let’s go,” she said swinging off, not even seeing if the other two followed. She landed on the balcony leading to her parent’s room, leaving the two vigilantes confused. Mari stumbled into the room and collapsed onto the couch with a groan as she transformed.

“Mari?” Robin asked causing her to groan once more as she looked up at them blearily.

“You followed,” she mumbled before planting her face on the couch once more.

“Mari needs to rest now,” Tikki said flying up to look at both Batman and Robin. The two looked at her shocked.

“Who are you?” Robin asked.

“I am Tikki, Kwami of Creation. I’m what gives Mari her powers,” she explained and the two nodded. “But go, she needs to rest. What she did exhausted her, it’d no simple thing for a Guardian to ban someone from ever using a Miraculous again. We’ll talk in the morning,” Tikki said and the two nodded, heading to their room.

In the morning, they did talk.

In the morning, Mari learned that Robin and Batman were Damian and Bruce Wayne.

Within the week, they had taken down Hawkmoth and revealed to the world that Gabriel Agreste was a terrorist.

Adrien revealed himself as Chat Noir which brought about mixed responses. No one really respected Chat, at least not the people that he needed to. Especially when they learned he was stripped of the Miraculous. For all the harassment, endangering, and enabling he’s done, along with not feeling guilty about just outraged that he was being punished, he was going to a school for troubled kids and put on record as a harasser. He would be going to juvie for 6 months tho first before being sent out of Paris to the school. His father’s company tho, the courts would decide what to do with when he turns 18. But who knows how it’ll look like when Adrien is 18.

Mari felt a bit bad but knew it was for the best. Lila was the next worst off. Lila had piles of lawsuits. She was banned from France as a whole with everyone knowing what she’s done. She was going to a military school for troubled teens in the hopes she’d get better. She’d stay with her grandparents who were no-nonsense. She’d also have to pay for all the suits which would be hard considering not many people wanted to hire her.

The rest of the class had it off easiest. They only had to pay a fine and do a bit of community service. Damocles was demoted and sent to classes to see if he could possibly return to being a principal. Ms. Bustier, however, was fired. She didn’t handle the situation well at all, and only ever listened to one side of the argument and pressured students. So she isn’t allowed to teach kids anymore.

The class tho, they felt they lost the worst.

They realized just how amazing Mari was to them. And what they did to her in return for that kindness? They treated her horribly. Only Chloe was able to talk to her. But they all got to see how well she was settling into her new life in Gotham. It was hard to miss really.

She was dating Damian Wayne and got an internship with Bruce Wayne to help start up her business as MDC. She was called the Angel of Gotham. Chloe joined her there and lived with Mari and her parents.

And she looked so happy back home in Gotham.

They were never making it up to Mari, no matter how hard they tried.

Ok, so here’s the second part!! I hope you like it. Sorry if the ending seems a TAD rushed. I wanted to give you guys this and i was losing steam on it, mostly a headache comin in goin ‘HAHAHA U THOUGHT UD WRITE?! THINK AGAIN AHAHAHAHAH’. Ya, so that’s why. Anyways, until next time! -Love Willa <3<3<3

#fanfic #fanfic update #This Little Angel #TLA #Part 2 #the MUCH awaited part 2 #update #my writing #maribat #daminette #ml x dc #dad joker #uh #idk what else to tag

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lia-jones · 3 years

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Growing Together - Chapter Twenty - The Green Eyed Monster

It was early dawn when we left the apartment, the cold breeze enough to jolt me awake from my remaining morning sleepiness. Loveland was still asleep, as it would be on a very early Saturday morning, and the only thing we could hear was the sound of our footsteps on the gravel… and my moaned complaints. I’m really not a morning person, and making me leave the warmth of my bed to face the frosty 6 am air without even letting me have my coffee first was pure torture. Needless to say, I was beyond moody.

It had been almost a month since Owen’s grandmother’s first and last contact with us, which meant that probably she took my words to heart and decided to leave us alone. Victor announced a week later that Daniel had been sentenced to 15 years of prison, and was waiting to be charged for other crimes, which meant he would probably never leave prison. All of the things that were taunting us were slowly but surely slipping away, and now we dared to take a deep breath of relief. Which led us to why we were getting up so early in the first place.

We were aware that things would become hectic pretty soon. LFG France was almost ready to make its official debut, which meant that Victor would have to make a long business trip to France in order to tie up the last loose ends, and we would be seeing much less of him in the upcoming weeks. With that in mind, my husband decided to treat the family with a comfort meal, and take the three of us on a small field trip: we were going to Loveland’s Farmer’s Market to get the best ingredients. Early. When it was freezing outside. This meal had better be worth it.

“Are you cold?” Victor wrapped his arm around me as we walked towards the market. “I told you to put on more clothes. It’s chilly early in the morning.”

I grunted in protest, but still leaned my nose on his chest, looking for warmth.

“I see what this is all about.” He let out a chuckle. “Don’t worry, you’ll have your coffee soon enough.”

“I want a hot chocolate!” Owen chimed in, excited. “Do you think I can ask for marshmallows?”

“How are you so perky?” I squinted at my son, offended that he could be so alert while I was still trying to stave off sleep.

“Dad says that all the great chefs go at this hour, and they personally pick the ingredients.” Owen jumped as he explained. “Can you imagine meeting one of those top chefs that we see on TV?”

I grunted again, burying myself in Victor as much as I could. The only chef I wanted to meet was Pillow Boyardee, back in my bed, where it was still warm. But that was so far away that it felt like I had left it in another dimension.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Victor nudged me playfully, making me look at him. “We’re here. Do you want something else with your coffee?”

The scent of freshly ground beans hit my nostrils, awakening from my stupor. The Promised Land! Finally, I had arrived at a place where I could be happy: the coffee shop. Victor laughed again, as I promptly gave up his warm embrace for the promise of caffeine.

“Two coffees, one hot chocolate with marshmallows and three cinnamon rolls, please.” He asked the cashier, a perky brunette in her early twenties.

“Can I have the names to identify the beverages, please?” The cashier smiled widely at him.

“Coffee for Andrea and Victor, and hot chocolate for Owen.”

“Andrea, Owen and Victor…” The girl rolled her tongue weirdly as she pronounced Victor’s name. “You can have a seat anywhere, I’ll meet you there. After all, you are very hard to miss.” She gave him a sultry smile.

I blinked in confusion as Victor took mine and Owen’s hands, leading us to a table nearby.

“Is it just me or was that girl a little bit too friendly?” I asked as Victor pulled a chair for me to sit.

“What girl? The cashier?” He gave me a confused frown.

“You didn’t notice? I could swear she wa-”

“Here’s your coffee.” The cashier came with our order. “Strong and hot, just like you.” She winked at Victor.

I was so appalled I couldn’t even react. How dare she hit on my husband right in front of me?

“Careful, she said it’s hot.” Victor slid my coffee cup towards me, seemingly ignorant of what just happened.

“Ok, there is no way you didn’t see that.” I glared at him, only to have my glare returned with a confused look.

“See what?”

“Strong and hot, just like you.” I repeated her words with a nasal voice. “She was flirting!”

“You probably heard it wrong. I’m sure she didn’t say that.”

I felt my blood boil.

“So I’m hearing thin-”

“And even if she did, it would be useless. I’m happily married.” He said matter-of-factly. “Drink your coffee, you’ll feel better.”

The table fell silent. Victor was minding his phone while Owen was focused on blowing on his hot chocolate, poking the marshmallows with his little finger so they would melt a bit more. And I was steaming just as much as my coffee, but I kept quiet, not wanting to make a scene.

“What are we buying, Dad?” Owen broke the silence.

“I am glad you asked, my loyal esquire. This quest will not be an easy one.” Victor answered in all seriousness. “It is essential that today we make a meal fit for royalty, since our Queen is discontent.”

He was teasing me to make me laugh, and the sad part was, it was working. I took a sip of my coffee to hide my grin, but obviously he caught it and kept on playing, his tone even more exaggeratedly ceremonious than before.

“We start our perilous adventure fighting the most ruthless of adversaries: the butcher. We must obtain from his bloody hands the most precious cut of meat, the tenderloin.”

“We will go into the woods, holding our mighty swords, looking for the beast to hunt it down.” Owen continued, amused with the story.

“Or, in your father’s case, he’ll go into the market holding his mighty wallet.” I chimed in with a dry tone, although I was melting with how playful these two could be.

“The tool is irrelevant.” Victor smiled at me, sipping his drink. “All that matters is that I win the Queen’s heart.”

And just like that, Victor was making me giggle like a schoolgirl. He was good, I had to give him that.

“Why is there a number written under your cup?” Owen interrupted, frowning at the bottom of Victor’s cup.

“She wrote her number under your cup?” I looked at the paper cup like it was cursed.

“It's nothing.” He lifted his cup at an odd angle, so I wouldn’t see the bottom, drinking his coffee in one go. “Let's go. The market will get busy soon.” He declared as he crumpled the cup and promptly threw it away.

Somehow I managed to let myself be led out of that coffee shop without making a scene, but the truth was I was barely holding myself. Jealousy was churning inside me, and I wanted nothing more than to unleash all my anger. That girl had some nerve, hitting on a married man in front of his wife.

“You are surprisingly quiet.” Victor noticed. “Is this because of that woman?”

“No.” I pouted as I lied. Of course, he wouldn’t buy it.

“Why are you making such a fuss over this? I clearly have no intention to pursue any other romantic endeavors. You are too much trouble already.” He tickled my ribs, trying to get a smile out of me. He got an annoyed scoff instead.

“This doesn’t become you, you know.” He continued. “Jealousy is for insecure people with unfulfilling relationships.”

“I'm not jealous. I’m just annoyed that she flirted with you in front of me. What happened to sisters before misters?”

“I admit it was crass, but since when do you even pay attention to those things?"

“I don't.” I threw, wanting to close the topic. “It’s over, let’s move on.”

I could feel his eyes studying me and all my movements. When I turned to scold him, he was smiling mischievously.

“Well, I suppose you do have reasons to be cautious about other women.” He gave me a smug smile. “I am quite the catch.”

“Self-confident, are we?” I gave him a warning look.

“Rightfully so. You fell for my charms, didn’t you?”

“Ugh.” I walked faster, hoping he would just drop the subject. It was obvious he wouldn't.

“Admit it, I’m irresistible. You tell me yourself every day, I’m handsome, I have a promising career, I can cook…”

“You can be ridiculously annoying sometimes.” I added. “Like now.”

“They called me Loveland’s Most Eligible Bachelor, after all.” He continued, amused. “You can’t blame me for having all these women falling at my feet. Because, in all seriousness, who wouldn’t fall for this?” He pointed at himself like he was presenting an appliance in a game show.

“You're such an idiot." I shook my head.

“You're such a moron." He quipped.

It was true that there would always be some floozie flirting with Victor, he was indeed a remarkable man. But it was also true that, probably due to some lucky star, he only had eyes for me, and he showed me that every single day. Why was I letting such petty things get to me? The green-eyed monster was definitely not a good advisor, and I wasn’t going to let him ruin my day. Especially when I felt my husband’s hand hold mine, his fingers entwined with my own.

We finally stopped at the butcher’s door, Owen looking at it in amazement. He probably was expecting a violent man chopping off some animal’s head inside, and not the scrawny guy with a high-pitched voice that Victor called Clarence. Nonetheless, Victor looked at Owen with wide scared eyes.

“Do not look straight at him.” He warned, and I couldn’t help but laugh at Owen’s excited gasp. “His eyes feed on the souls of fools.”

“I am no fool!” Owen declared. “I will go prepared!”

Of course, he had nothing to prepare for, the butcher shop was as normal as any other, with burgers and meatballs on display, along with some other cuts of meat.

“Mr. Lee!” We heard Clarence’s high-pitched voice, very unlike someone who can eat your soul with his eyes. “Came to take your order?”

Victor was distracted for a few moments, staring at the door.

“Yes, my wife will take it for me. Here.” He quickly put some money on the counter, turning to me afterward. “Wait for me outside, me and Owen will be right back.”

“Where are you going?”

“On another perilous mission.” He gave me a smug smile. “Don’t worry, Owen will swat away all the women that throw themselves at me. I will be safe.”

“Not as safe as you think.” I frowned.

I turned to face the counter again, part of me happy for seeing him in such a good mood, the other part a bit concerned that now that he knew I was jealous, he would be teasing me all day. I caught one of the workers watching our interaction, a large bag in her hands.

“Here’s your order.” She smiled. “May I interest you in anything else?”

“No need, thank you.” I smiled. “To be honest, I have no idea what he’s cooking.”

“Mr. Lee is cooking?” She sighed. “You are lucky. A good-looking husband that can cook? Most of us can only hope.”

I felt the green-eyed monster poking my shoulder.

“Don’t get too excited, he doesn’t cook that well.” I lied through my teeth. What was with Victor and women today? Jesus.

As agreed, I waited by the butcher’s door, holding a bag full of meat, wondering where the hell could the two men of my life be. I felt a hand on my shoulder and immediately turned around, expecting to see my husband’s smug smile again. I had a whole different thing coming.

“Andy?”

“Levi!” I threw myself into his arms for a big hug. “I haven’t seen you in ages, how are you?”

“Last time I saw you was when Victor had that accident. I never heard from you since.” His voice had a tinge of hurt. “I knew you moved from the guys that were taking your stuff from your apartment.”

“Oh God, yes.” I grimaced. “A lot has happened since.”

“Oh, I know. I saw your wedding on TV. You looked beautiful, by the way.” He gave me a sweet look. “And congratulations on your award. And for the new job position.”

“Thank you, like I said, I have been pretty busy.” I smiled, feeling awful. I had been a terrible friend. Levi was a very close friend before I met Victor, my greatest support when I was alone and had no one to help me, and I didn’t even invite him to my wedding. Even worse, I couldn’t find the time to make a call. All he knew from me, he had to learn from the media. “I’m sorry, I am a bad friend.”

“It’s alright, it’s never too late to catch… Oh, hi, Victor, how are you?”

Victor was standing right behind me, his earlier playfulness gone, a grim expression instead, eyeing Levi like he was one of the monsters he and Owen were supposed to be slaying. Levi extended his hand for Victor to shake. Victor shamelessly ignored it.

“Mom! Mom!” Owen pulled my arm, excited. “We got something for you!”

I looked back at Victor’s hands and spotted the bouquet of roses he was holding.

“You’re a mom?” Levi asked, seemingly incredulous.

“Oh yes, I am sorry.” I took my son’s hand. “Levi, this is Owen, my son. Owen, this is Levi, my friend. He used to teach me Krav Maga. It’s a martial art.”

“You taught my mother how to fight?” Owen’s interest in Levi peeked instantly. “Will you teach me too?”

“I sure will.” Levi nodded. “Ask your mom to bring you to the studio one of these days, we have a kids’ class you can attend.” He turned to me with a smile. “And maybe she will let me buy her some coffee, see if we can catch up on lost time.”

“I can’t really promise you that for now, I have been super busy with work. But text me the time, maybe I’ll ask our nanny to drive Owen.” I looked at my beautiful boy. “Would you like that?”

“Yes, yes, I would love it! I want to be strong like Levi!” Owen turned to Victor. “Can I, Dad? Can I?”

“We’ll discuss it later.” Victor answered dryly. “Shall we?” He took my hand.

“Yes, we need to go. So nice to see you, Levi.” I let go of my husband’s hand to give Levi another tight hug.

“Don’t be a stranger, will you?” He ruffled my curls. “And no excuses, I want your sweet tushie in my studio for proper training!”

I had no time for Krav Maga, but the truth was, I did miss it. I had been so stressed the last few weeks, I definitely could use blowing off some steam. Owen definitely seemed excited about it.

“Mom, do you think he will teach me how to kick, like this?” He lifted his little leg haphazardly, kicking the air. “I bet he is super strong! I bet he can lift forty pounds!”

“Who cares if he can lift forty pounds?” Victor muttered. “Elephants can lift a lot more, they don’t waste their time bragging about it.”

“He didn’t brag about it, Owen was the one who mentioned it.” I pointed at the flowers in his hand. “Are those for me?”

“No.” Victor almost pouted, pulling the flowers to himself. “And you don’t need to defend Leonard. If he is so incredibly strong, he can defend himself.”

“Ok, number one, I wasn’t defending him, I was merely pointing out an inaccuracy.” I spoke gently, trying not to aggravate my already very aggravated husband.

“You’re an inaccuracy.” He childishly muttered, but I wouldn’t be deterred.

“Number two!” I called his attention again, holding up two fingers. “His name is Levi and you know it.”

“I do not have the time nor the interest to memorize Larry’s name.” He scoffed.

“Did you know that the elephant communicates with others by purring as cats do?” Owen chimed in, completely oblivious to the subject at hand. “And that they are the only mammal that can’t jump?”

“That does sound like Lenny.” Victor quipped. “Quick to purr, but slow on the jump. ”

I looked at my husband, reading his expression and posture as he stopped by one of the many colorful stalls to pick some vegetables. His eyes were focused on whatever produce he was handling, but his jaw told me he was churning over something else. He was jealous.

I observed him for a while longer, wondering if I should take this moment to my advantage and tease him as he teased me. The answer was pretty simple.

“Come on, Victor, are you jealous of Levi?” I joked. “You said it yourself, jealousy is for insecure people with unfulfilling relationships.”

“I am not jealous, why would I be jealous?” He frowned. “Because Lemur was flirting with you, despite the wedding ring you have on your finger? Maybe I’ll have to buy you a bigger diamond, or a traffic cone. Do you think he will see that?”

“Why would Mom wear a traffic cone?” Owen giggled, again completely unaware of our argument. “That’s ridiculous.”

Victor scoffed as he took the bags full of groceries from the vendor, and I prepared to deliver a final blow.

“Ok, I will let you have this one.” I threw my hands up in defeat. “You are right.”

“You don’t need to tell me, I know I am.”

“It’s just like you said earlier.” I gave him a cocky grin. “I can’t help being this irresistible.”

He paused to look at me, right before unlocking our car.

“So, that’s how you are going to play this.”

“Well, it’s not like I can turn it off.” I continued. “Of course I will have men throwing themselves at me.”

“Fine.” He declared before getting in the vehicle.

“I mean, I did get Loveland’s Most Eligible Bachelor to marry me, that has to count for something.” I stuck my tongue out to him.

“Can I drive us home in peace or do you want to cause an accident?” He glared at me before starting the car.

“Can you acknowledge your jealousy is just as ridiculous as mine?” I glared back.

“Shut up.” He pressed the Start button.

Victor seemed to be incredibly tense the whole ride, so I decided to leave things as they were. It was pointless to discuss things that would never happen anyway, we were both loyal, I knew that. And talking only seemed to make things worse, so the best thing to do was to hope that cooking would distract him, and eventually the green eyed monster would leave him as well.

Sadly, that was not the case. After I helped him put all the food away, I found him flattening the steaks with a hammer, his blows so hard he almost punched a hole in one of them.

“Victor, you’re hurting the food.”

“Do you think Lawrence would do a better job?”

Even though I knew it would only upset him more, I had to laugh. Victor’s commitment to not mentioning Levi’s name was truly commendable.

“Why are you laughing? Is my distress amusing to you?”

“I have to admit it is a bit amusing.” I came closer, running my hands through his chest. “Come on, let’s end this.”

“There is nothing to end.” He stiffened.

“You know, I’m an idiot.”

“I agree.”

“So are you!” I playfully smacked him on the chest. “We love each other. Why waste time with this?” I wrapped my arms around his neck, prompting him to come down for a kiss. Victor, however, stood tall, unwilling to give in.

“Come on, let me make it better.” I purred.

“I need to get lunch ready.”

I wasted no time. I grabbed his shoulders and basically jumped up, knowing he would catch me so I wouldn’t hurt myself. I wasn’t wrong. His arms wrapped around my waist out of instinct.

“Are you trying to get yourself hurt?” He scolded.

I kissed him, my tongue grazing his lips. He hardly resisted, deepening the kiss as he placed me on top of the kitchen island, so his hands would be free to roam my body.

“Now, doesn’t it feel better?”

“Not really. I burned my tongue drinking my coffee so fast.” He was still trying to appear upset, but his tone told me otherwise.

“So I wouldn’t see what she wrote?”

“So you wouldn’t get upset. I don’t want you to ever feel insecure about other women. There is no need for that.” He gave me an earnest look.

“Same goes for other men. I’m yours.”

“I guess we both are idiots.” Victor reached behind my back, presenting me with the bouquet he bought.

“Aw, Mr. Lee, those are for me?” I smelled the beautiful red buttons.

“They were always meant for you, and you know it.” He complained as he slowly pecked the tip of my nose, moving to my mouth, and then my neck, making me shiver with pleasure.

The sound of our doorbell echoed through the apartment.

“Are you expecting anyone?” I gave him a curious look.

Without a word, Victor walked to the hall. I followed him.

“Mr. Victor Lee and Mrs. Andrea Lee?” I heard a man ask.

“Yes?”

“You have been served.” The man handed Victor two envelopes, turning to leave.

Victor closed the door with a stern look and went to the study to find a letter opener. I found him wide-eyed, reading the contents of the envelopes.

“Pamela is suing for Owen’s custody.”

“What?” I took one of the letters from Victor’s hands to read. “She said she wouldn’t interfere in the adoption.”

“And you believed her? It’s irrelevant, either way. She won’t get him.” Victor declared, narrowing his eyes at the piece of paper. “He’s our son.”

Sometimes, jealousy -- or in Pamela’s case, greed -- gets the best of us. It tells us that we don’t deserve something, and urges us to do the craziest things to secure them. Crazy like throwing an irrational fit, or like removing a child from a safe loving place. Either way, at the end of the day, we all fall prey to the green-eyed monster.

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Part 5

Summary: Soulmates have different ways of being connected to one another. Sometimes it’s through being able to write on their arms and having it show up on their soulmates. For others it was having their first words spoken to one another permanently tattooed into their skin. You had a unique connection with yours, one that you really hadn’t ever heard of happening before. Whatever song was stuck in your soulmate’s head was also stuck in yours and the same was for them. When Yoongi realizes one of his songs is playing on repeat in your head, he immediately takes to writing songs to communicate with you in hopes it will finally bring you two together.

Genre: Fluff. Just pure tooth rotting, sweet fluff.

Whew this was a long one. 4.5k words

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As you stepped off the plane you couldn’t believe it. You were finally in Seoul, the same city as your soul mate. That alone felt indescribable. It was a happiness you had never known. The past day was hectic. Trying to book last minute plane tickets and a hotel room. You didn’t even know how long you were going to be staying here depending on how well things went with Yoongi. You booked your hotel for a week just to be safe, knowing you could cancel if you absolutely had to. You considered coming alone, but your friend was very insistent that they go with you. You were traveling to a foreign country to meet your soulmate. Your friend wouldn’t miss this for the world, but also wanted to be there as a support and help in any way they could.

You arrived to the hotel and unpacked your belongings and immediately flopped down onto the bed.

“Jet lag sucks.”

“Indeed it does. I feel like I could sleep for the next 10 years.” Within moments your friend was snoring and clutching the pillow tightly. You giggled quietly to yourself and pulled your phone out to see if Yoongi had posted anything else. There were no new songs, but there was a new post from him. It was a selfie of him and oh gosh he looked so adorable it made your heart flutter. The caption underneath the photo just said “I can’t wait to see you.”

A bunch of army had commented underneath that they couldn’t wait to see him too. Their tour was starting in a little over a month. You knew what the real meaning was behind the photo. And you quickly typed a reply.

“I can’t wait to see you too. It’s such a short time away.”

You set your phone down and were about to try and sleep for a little bit when a notification went off. ‘I’m not Min Yoongi’ had sent you another reply.

Isn’t it late where you are at now? What are you still doing awake?

You glance at the clock and see that it is only 8:00 pm. You have a long way to go until morning.

Actually I am in Seoul right now. So it’s only 8:00 in the evening. Besides, how do you know where I live? You stalking me?

Ah no! no! You just um… always seemed to reply early in the morning here. So I figured it was late wherever you were.

Yoongi face palms. Smooth save, Min.

Ah okay. Makes sense I guess.

So what are you doing in Seoul?

Hopefully meeting my soulmate.

Oh! That’s exciting! I hope everything goes well for you two.

Me too. I hope everything goes the way I am thinking it will but.. we’ll see.

Well if you were traveling all day aren’t you tired? Shouldn’t you be in bed?

Yes I should be but I can’t sleep. I’m too anxious.

I’m sure your soulmate feels the same. But they would want you to get your rest and take care of yourself.

You’re right. I’ll try my best.

What usually helps you sleep?

Um.. well this might sound silly but I fall asleep easily to Yoongi’s songs and videos of him just talking? His voice is so soothing.

Huh.. I see. You like his voice then?

Yes. Very much. It almost feels like.. coming home after a long trip. Just that comfort of knowing you are home.

Yoongi blushes at this and the sweet compliments.

Maybe he’ll surprise you and do a vlive or something.

Hah, I can only wish.

After that you don’t get a reply. You do however, get a notification on your phone that Yoongi is doing a Vlive. You laugh to yourself as you realize that there is no way that account wasn’t him at this point. You pull out your phone.

You know for someone who isn’t Min Yoongi you sure called that one right.

It’s just a voice live, you hear his phone go off and then hear him quietly chuckling into the mic. You don’t receive a reply but don’t anticipate you will at this point. Yoongi says something in Korean to start that you don’t quite catch what he says, but then he repeats himself in English.

“I heard from some of you that you like my voice and it’s calming to you. Since it’s nearing the end of the night I figured this would be a good way for you all to relax and unwind after a long day.” You smile to yourself and put your headphones in, quickly drifting off to sleep. You wake up a few hours later. When you glance at the clock you see it’s after midnight. You groan and sit up, looking over to the other bed to see your friend completely passed out still. You’ve always envied how deeply they seem to sleep.

As you sit there, the anxiety begins to come back. How nervous you are is finally starting to settle in. What if he doesn’t like you? What if you don’t get along? What if he was hoping his soulmate was someone famous? Are you good enough for him? Your leg starts shaking back and forth before you can’t sit still any longer. You crawl out of bed and slip your shoes on, quietly heading out the door as you don’t want to wake up your friend. You walk outside into the fresh air and find that it is helping you calm down to be able to just walk.

You don’t know where you are heading, but you have your phone with you and can easily find your way back to the hotel with the GPS. You put your headphones back in and just walk. You are listening to the playlist you had made of the few songs Yoongi had wrote for you and continue wandering and humming along. After you listen to all of the songs at least once you come across a bench with a man sitting on it. You don’t pay him any attention and walk on by, lost in your own world. You don’t make it very far before you feel a gentle tug on the bottom of your shirt. You turn around and see the man looking up at you. His bottom half of his face is covered and he’s wearing a beanie and heavy coat. Clearly he doesn’t want to be seen. You panic for a second thinking maybe he was going to mug you before he says something to you.

“What?”

“Ah, foreigner?” You nod.

“I said it’s dangerous to be outside alone this late.” He repeats in English. Your heart nearly drops to your stomach. You know that voice. You’d recognize it anywhere.

“Yoongi?” His eyes widen at that and now he seems to be the one panicked.

“Shit.. Are you a fan? Please don’t tell anyone you saw me and don’t freak out and scream. I go out late to avoid people for a reason-”

“Yoongi stop. It’s me!”

“Am I supposed to know you? Please don’t tell you’re a sasaeng. Wow this is just my luck.”

“It’s y/n!” Yoongi freezes and drops his hand to his side and he looks a little angry if the way he furrows his brows at you is any indication.

“Funny joke. Haha okay what do you want? An autograph?”

“No I’m serious Yoongi it’s me! We’ve been talking on Twitter back and forth! Ah wait no I’m sorry that wasn’t Min Yoongi I forgot.” You say with a smirk on your face.

“I… There’s no way. Let me see your phone.” You pull it out and unlock it, then hand it over to him. He opens up your Twitter and goes to your notifications and sure enough, there’s your conversations. “Oh my god.. Y/n it’s really you.” He hands your phone back and just stares at you in shock.

“Um.. So… what-“

“No, no! Absolutely not! I did not spend all night writing that song about us meeting for the first time for you to just bump into me on the street. I refuse.”

“Yoongi! You can’t fight fate-“

“Like hell I can’t. Watch me.” He stands up and grabs you, turning your shoulders around to face away from him and gives you a gentle push. “Now you march your cute little butt back to your hotel and we can try this again tomorrow.”

“Yoongi, oh my god.” You burst out laughing and your shoulders begin to shake with you how much you are laughing. You can hear him chuckling behind you before his hands move down and wrap around your waist, pulling you into a back hug.

“You have no idea how happy I am to finally have you here. I have never felt so many emotions in my heart at once but they are all good and they are all because of you.” You let your hands move down and your fingers play with his where they are resting on your waist. “But I really want to do this right. So please. Let’s pretend this first encounter never happened. And I’ll see you tomorrow at the river.. okay?” You smile and nod your head.

“Okay, Yoongi. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Can we meet earlier in the afternoon though instead of the evening. I-“

“Ah! Nope! My song says a crisp autumn EVENING. Not day. You’re just going to have to be patient now go on then!” He lets go of you and you let out a giggle but continue walking down the sidewalk. You don’t miss the footsteps trailing behind you on the way.

“What are you doing? I thought you said you didn’t want to meet until tomorrow? Now you’re following me back to my hotel? Scandalous. We haven’t even had our first date and you’re already-”

“Yah! Shush. I just want to make sure you make it back safely. I wasn’t kidding when I said it’s not safe at night time. Pretend I’m not here.”

“Okay.” You smile the whole way back. When you reach the hotel lobby and turn around he’s already gone. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much as you walk back to your hotel room. You open the door quietly and shuffle back in, kicking your shoes off and collapsing into bed. Your friend is awake now.

“Where did you go?”

“Just for a walk. I couldn’t sleep.”

“Ah, too anxious to meet him for the first time?” You laugh to yourself.

“Yeah, I was. But the walk really helped me. I think I am really ready to see him now.”

“Good! Now get some rest! We have a big day ahead. Well you do anyways. I’ll just be hanging around here anxiously waiting for you to get back and tell me every single detail of your first meeting.”

“Sure thing. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight y/n. I’m sure Yoongi is going to love you. You have nothing to worry about.” You roll over onto your side and before long you are about to drift off to sleep when a noise from your phone brings you out of your drowsy daze. You see it’s a notification for twitter. Yoongi, sent you a message.

By the way, you’re absolutely the most beautiful person I have ever seen.

You smile and your cheeks heat up, feeling a warmth in your chest as you finally drift off to sleep.

You don’t wake up until late afternoon. The jet lag, coupled with the anxiety you felt last night before meeting Yoongi and being up late had allowed you to sleep for a long time. You probably would have still been asleep if your friend wouldn’t have woken you up to go eat lunch. You don’t tell them that you already met Yoongi, having promised to pretend like it never happened and you intended to keep your word. You spend the day exploring the city, even going to the Line Friends store and picking up a few items to spoil yourself a little bit. You walk around and eat until it’s now starting to get dark outside.

“We should probably head over to the park now. I’ll ride in the taxi with you there but then after I drop you off I’ll head back to the hotel.”

“Wait why don’t you just wait for me? What if something goes wrong and-“ Your friend flicks your forehead.

“Y/n don’t start that nonsense. You two are probably going to be out together all night. Just text me and check in. Let me know how everything is going, alright?” You nod and hug your friend tightly.

“Thank you for coming with me, and pushing me out of my comfort zone. And annoying Yoongi with your horrible songs. If it weren’t for you I probably wouldn’t have met him.”

“Hmmm, yes you would. Fate would have made sure of it, but I will take the praise anyway.” Just then a taxi pulls up and you both get in. But when you arrive at the park only you get out. You wave to your friend as the car pulls away. The butterflies in your stomach feel like they are going to fly out of your mouth at any moment. You walk along the riverside, admiring the views and listening to the sounds of the crickets. You notice up ahead all of the flowers and your pace quickens when you notice Yoongi standing in the middle of all of them. He spots you and immediately starts waving. But you ignore it and keep walking. He stops waving and tilts his head in confusion.

“Y/n!” He yells your name but you still continue walking along the path towards him. “Are you going to say hi to me or not?!”

“Huh? Sorry do I know you?”

“Are you serious right now?”

“We’ve never met before. How do you know my name?” You are trying so hard not to laugh when it finally clicks with Yoongi.

“Ah yes you’re right. My mistake. Are you here to meet with someone?”

“Yes. My soulmate told me to meet him among the cosmos.” You say with a smile. Yoongi is absolutely beaming as he reaches down and takes your hand in his.

“Well then that would be me. I’m Yoongi. But you must have already known that if you heard my songs for you.” He brings your hand up to his lips and gently kisses the back of it. The shock it sends through you almost brings you to your knees.

“I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you soul mate.” Yoongi’s gummy smile widens further before he pulls you tightly into his arms. His hug is bone crushing, making it slightly hard for you to breathe but there is no way you would ask him to let go. Your arms are around his neck pulling him impossibly closer to you. He nuzzles his face into your shoulder and you feel your sweater dampen. You pull away in shock.

“Yoongi why are you crying?”

“Why are YOU crying?”

“I am not!” But you know you are. You can feel the tears streaming down your face and your voice cracks when you talk. “Okay I definitely am.” You both laugh and reach up to wipe each other’s tears away. You spend a few moments with your hands gently ghosting over each other’s faces, wanting to commit the way it feels to memory and make sure that the other was actually there.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here. I never thought we would ever find each other. When I learned that our connections were through the songs we had stuck in our heads, I just lost all hope of ever finding my soulmate.”

“To be honest for a while there I did too. It wasn’t until I first heard your music that I knew. I just felt it immediately that you were my soul mate.”

“I felt that too. When I read your comments on my songs it was like every cell in my body was calling out to you. I just… God I still can’t believe it.” He grabs you and pulls you into another hug. You both stand there for a while, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s warmth. Yoongi is the first to pull away but he doesn’t let go of your hand as he leads you on a short walk over to one of the benches overlooking the river. You sit next to each other in a comfortable silence.

“I’m not dreaming am I?” He wonders out loud. You reach over and pinch his side and he jumps away from you with a startled yell. “What was that?!”

“Proving to you that you aren’t dreaming.” He begins to laugh at that and the sound still makes your heart race. “But I know what you mean. It still doesn’t feel real.” Yoongi sits back down on the bench and laces your fingers together again, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Okay I gotta know. What kind of music do you really listen to?” You let out a snort at this.

“All different genres. Definitely not most of the ones that were stuck in your head though.”

“And that was your friend’s idea?”

“Yes. They thought it would be funny to mess with you a little bit. At least show that I have a sense of humor so you at least had some idea of what kind of person I was.”

“Honestly I just thought you were a person with shitty taste in music.” You both laugh playfully at that.

“How did you get the idea? For the songs I mean?”

“Ah, Namjoon gave me the idea to talk to you through song writing. For the past.. hmm month or so? The guys have really been helping me try and think of ways to find my soulmate. I think they were tired of seeing me mope all the time. They all had found theirs so easily I was just.. stuck.” Your heart clenches, knowing that feeling all too well. You squeeze his hand as a comforting gesture.

“I know what you mean.” Yoongi returns your squeeze.

“But hey everything worked out okay in the end right? We’re finally here with each other. I want to know you better. I want to know everything. What you’re passionate about, what things you like and dislike. Where you’re from, about your family, what your childhood was like. What-“

“Whoa there. We have all night Yoongi there is no rush.”

“We um.. have more than a night though right? Like… I know we’re soulmates fated to be together and all that but you still have a choice. Do you want to keep seeing me?” Yoongi seems insecure and unsure of himself now as he plays with the rings on your fingers and refuses to meet your gaze.

“Of course I want to continue seeing you! Why would you think even for a moment I wouldn’t?” He sighs and tries to untangle his hands from yours but you just hold on tighter.

“Being in a relationship with an idol isn’t easy y/n… I don’t think you fully understand what all of this is going to entail. You’re never going to have a moment of privacy. Even when we go out together on dates someone is almost always going to figure out who I am.”

“Well no one has so far tonight right? I think you just need to wear a mask and hide who you are then it won’t be so bad. Especially if we go out at night or go to more secluded places. I know dating an idol isn’t going to be easy but I don’t care about that. I just want to be with you. I’ll take all the good and bad that comes with it.” Yoongi stops trying to hold himself back any longer. He moves his hand behind your head and tugs you in closer to him so he can finally connect his lips to yours.

The kiss is sweet, gentle but loving. It’s like he’s pouring the years of emotions he’s felt towards you into the kiss. There isn’t any sparks or crazy fireworks. Everything just goes quiet, and suddenly it’s like you two are the only ones in the world right now. Yoongi pulls away after a few short moments. Even for just a short kiss you both are a bit breathless.

“Wow. I didn’t know kissing your soulmate would feel like that.” He says in between breatths.

“Me either. That was… perfect.” Yoongi smirks.

“Perfect? Wow am I that good of a kisser?” You playfully smack his arm and he laughs. You two spend quite a while talking on that bench. Asking questions and getting to know each other better. The moon is hanging high in the sky and all the stars are shining on the two of you. The wind starts to pick up and you shiver. “Ah are you cold, sweetheart?” He takes his jacket off and drapes it around you, although you did feel your face heat up at the petname. You hope Yoongi doesn’t notice your blush and will just assume it’s because you’re cold. “We can go now if you want to.” You shake your head back and forth quickly.

“No! I mean.. I don’t want to leave you yet.” His expression softens at your confession.

“Well.. We can go back to my place? If you’re comfortable with that?” You wiggle your eyebrows suggestively at him and he moves away from you. “Not like that!”

“I’m kidding, Yoongi! I’d love to go back with you. Even if we don’t talk at all. Even if we just sleep it doesn’t matter. I just want to be around you.”

“I’m glad you feel that way because I was thinking the same thing.” He stands off the bench and takes your hand to lead you over to the car that was waiting to take the two of you back to his house. You send your friend a quick update text, to let her know everything was okay and going well. They send you back a bunch of heart emojis and you slip the phone back in your pocket. On the way up to his door it doesn’t sneak past your notice that he hasn’t let go of your hand the entire time you two have been together.

“Do you like holding hands?” He blushes and looks away, busying himself with entering the code into the door so it unlocks.

“Um.. Yeah I do. Does it bother you?”

“Not at all. I love it actually.”

“Do you want any tea or anything to drink to help warm you up?”

“Mmm, no. I just need you.” With how much Yoongi has been smiling he’s beginning to wonder if his muscles are just going to be permanently stuck.

“Do you want to go lay down? Maybe watch a movie?”

“That sounds perfect.”

You are both laying down now, in his bed. You are actually laying with Yoongi, your soulmate. Your head resting on his chest while he was a tight grip around your waist. You are starting to fall asleep when you feel his grip suddenly tighten around you. You lift your head up to look at him.

“Everything okay?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah. Sorry did I squeeze you too hard?”

“No I just thought maybe something was wrong and you wanted my attention.” Yoongi shakes his head, but bites his lip as if he is thinking deeply about something.

“It’s not that I was upset or anything.. I just wanted to make sure that you were actually here. And that I’m not hallucinating, or just imagining all this. It still doesn’t feel real. I thought I had met my soulmate before. I was so sure but it turned out it was just someone using me for my fame.. And I was so desperate to just have that connection with someone that I ignored all the warning signs. And I know you aren’t like that. I know for 100% certain you’re my soulmate but…“

“But that nagging voice in the back of your head just keeps questioning things?” He nods in confirmation. You sit up and adjust yourself so you’re facing him. You take his face in your hands and make sure he is looking at you and can see the sincerity in your eyes. “I completely understand why you are worried. Believe me. But I would never do anything to hurt you. I would never use you like that. I promise that I am here, that I am real.” You grab his hand and place it on your heart. He closes his eyes and lets himself just feel. Your warmth, the gentle thrumming of your heart beat, the sounds of your breaths. It helps ground him.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. If you ever have doubts or are worried about anything you can always come to me. I want to be there for you.” Yoongi smiles that gummy smile that is going to quickly make you fall head over heels in love with him in no time if he keeps directing it at you.

“Thank you y/n.” He pecks your lips and then pats his chest for you to lay back down. Pretty soon your breaths even out and you’ve fallen asleep. Yoongi holds you just a little bit closer, and places a kiss to the top of your head. “I already like you so much and it kind of scares me. But I am going to give you my whole heart, angel. I hope you’ll keep it safe.”

“Don’t worry I will.” Yoongi jumps.

“I thought you were asleep!”

“I was but I am not that heavy of a sleeper remember? I woke up when I heard you talking.” Yoongi blushes but snuggles closer to you.

“Do you want to meet the other members tomorrow?”

“I’d love to! Can I bring my friend too?”

“Of course. You all are going to be a part of the family now we might as well all meet one another.” You smile at that and nuzzle into his chest. You both fall asleep quicker than you ever have before, finally feeling the comfort and safety of being in each other’s arms.

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The Perks Of Your Boyfriend Being A Ghost - 2

You know how it is when authors say "This is definitely just a one-shot!". In many cases, they don't actually mean it. xD So, as announced... part 2 of this self-indulgent fic.

AO3

Today had been a good day.

Zephyr and Nuffink only had one small fight right before lunch that thankfully had been easy to solve – Zephyr's 'stolen' notebook had actually just been in the wrong drawer of her desk. Aside from that, the two had taken turns playing with Brianna for a while so that Astrid actually had had the time to do some dearly-needed chores around the house. Both bathrooms and the kitchen were clean again, the lamp in Nuffink's room was repaired, and the leg of Zephyr's favourite cuddly dragon sewed back on. She'd even found the time to do some baking in-between, rewarding herself and her children with a bunch of fresh cookies for tea.

All in all, Astrid felt remarkably good after this day. Accomplished. Successful. Happy. She was even humming along with the music on the radio as she tidied up the toys and clothes and kitchenware from all over the living room. A good day indeed.

She perked up when the song ended and the first beats of the next one followed, smiling to herself. It was an older song, one of her favourites from when she'd been young. Feeling giddy, she danced around the room, singing along with every line. She still knew them by heart.

"Mum? Are you okay?"

Astrid glanced up when she heard Zephyr's puzzled voice and couldn't suppress a grin. All three children were standing in the doorway, undoubtedly drawn by her terribly off-tune singing, and staring at her with varying degrees of bewilderment.

Once, the thought of someone seeing her like that would have been embarrassing. But Astrid was long past that point and just enjoyed feeling good for once.

"Yep, fine as a flower in spring." She made a sloppy pirouette, giggling as she nearly lost her balance. She was just too giddy to care.

"Mummy dancy!" Brianna came toddling over to her, her tiny arms reaching for her.

Astrid happily lifted her up, whirling around some more with Brianna in her arms, and chuckled when the little girl squealed in delight.

It didn't take long, only a few more seconds, before Nuffink joined them, goofing around with the beat of the music. Zephyr watched them a little longer, but then, with a shrug and a roll of her eyes, started to dance as well. Astrid shifted Brianna to sit on her hip and used the other one to help Zephyr and Nuffink pirouetting until they could barely stand straight anymore.

Before long, they were all laughing giddily and eventually fell onto the old sofa, everyone on top of everyone else. Cooing happily, Astrid closed her arms around her children, cuddling them tight and basking in their laughter.

Moments like this were what made all the hardship worth it.

. o O o .

Later that day, Astrid stood at the window in her bedroom and watched the sun setting behind the forest. For once, bedtime had gone by without any drama; Nuffink had fallen asleep while Astrid had read them a bedtime story, with Brianna already asleep on her arm, and Zephyr hadn't protested against turning the lights off in time either.

And now, for the first time in what felt like forever, Astrid had the chance to just enjoy the pretty view outside. She'd thought about putting the time to good use, maybe prepare food for some other more hectic day or sort through more laundry. But then she'd decided that she'd done enough that day. She'd earned herself a calm evening, hadn't she?

Content like she hadn't felt in a long time, she watched as the glowing light dipped behind the trees. They seemed to be on fire, the sky above them painted beautifully in orange and pink.

The moment the last ray of sunshine left the house, she felt his touch again. It was as if he stood behind her for real, his chest against her back, his hands loosely on her hips, and his mouth on her neck. Her instincts told her to lean back against him, but she knew better than to give in. She’d tried that once, and instead of cuddling into his embrace had stumbled right through him. Remembering his remorseful look was enough to make her hold still and just enjoy his closeness instead.

You looked happy. So beautiful.

His words in her mind were accompanied by a memory that wasn’t her own. She saw herself as she danced with her kids, saw her own smile through Hiccup’s eyes. It made her smile again, feeling his adoration through his mental touch.

“I am happy,” she replied in a quiet whisper. She turned around to look up into his pale face. “Our life might be difficult but that doesn’t mean it’s not good. Even if I had a fairy’s three free wishes, there’s only one thing I’d want to change.”

Oh? And what’s that?

He sounded amused, a small smile tugging at his pale lips.

She lifted her hand and let the tips of her fingers glide along the outline of his cheek and jaw. There was a tangible resistance, almost as solid as skin, and she could swear that she could also feel his stubble. How did he do that?

“I wish I could live with you,” she breathed, fighting to keep the sudden surge of sadness out of her eyes. “I wish we could have more than just these shared hours at night. Don’t get me wrong, I’d never want to miss them. But… but I wish I could live with you. Does that make sense?”

Hiccup’s gaze dropped away from her eyes, his smile turning into something more sombre as he leaned his head into her touch and laid his ghostly hand over hers.

I know what you mean. My life was not unhappy, but now that I know you it seems to have been rather pointless.

There it was again, the underlying sadness that so often lay like a shadow over him. A part of Astrid wanted to curse herself for bringing the topic up in the first place, but she couldn’t help it now. And it had been the truth anyway, not something she wanted to hide. It wasn’t just the way he took care of her sometimes she enjoyed. It was all of it, all of him.

Carefully to not move right through him, she nudged his head up so he would look at her again. "I love you."

That brought the smile back to his face. He cradled her cheek with his large hand and kissed her, with more firmness than she was used to but she certainly wasn't complaining. It felt good to have their lips slide together, to have his tongue move with her own.

I love you, too.

Astrid hummed against his mouth, overwhelmed by the sincerity she felt in his words. She still wasn't used to hearing these words and actually believing them. Her marriage had left her heart bruised and aching, but with Hiccup it was healing a little more with every passing day.

"Come here." She pulled him along to her bed. Her tugging at his hand surprised him, and for a moment, they were both startled. Usually, Hiccup had to concentrate to not resolve into thin air, so her catching him by surprise like that was new.

But it was good, too. It meant that he was getting stronger still, as became evident as well as they settled on her bed. This time, she could feel him. He lay above her, but instead of just hovering in the air, she felt his weight pressing down on her – not as heavy as a grown man should be but he was there. She felt him move with her as his kisses and touches left her restless, felt him grind against her in the sweetest ways. His mouth nipping at her neck, one of his hands in her hair and the other caressing her side – it was all just wonderful.

She chuckled when his hand slipped beneath her shirt, pushing the hem up to reveal the naked skin of her belly.

"Since when do you bother with clothes?"

Hiccup's lips twitched.

I thought it would feel more… real to you that way.

He sounded hesitant, a little embarrassed even, and hid his face against her neck.

"Mmh, very thoughtful of you." She placed her hands to his shoulders and gently nudged him upwards.

He took a moment to react, just long enough for Astrid to notice– when had the appearance of his shirt disappeared? She blinked, taken by surprise, but held back any comments. She didn't want him to feel self-conscious and actually really liked the impression of ghostly skin beneath her fingers. She shifted a little, luxuriating in feeling his body against her own – or something close to that – and beamed up at him. "You're amazing."

Hiccup smiled sadly and shook his head.

I'm just trying to make you happy. You do so much, I want to give some of it back to you.

Astrid closed her eyes and leaned into his hand. They’d had this conversation before. Just like his bar for what accounted for a good mother was rather low, the same seemed to be true for what she accounted for as a good man, a good lover. Her former husband certainly had never treated her like Hiccup did now.

But she didn’t want to talk or even think about that anymore. All she wanted was to enjoy her time with Hiccup as best she could.

Leaning up, she brought her mouth back to his and resumed kissing him. Hiccup followed happily, once again treated her with knowing hands all over her body. Unable to resist, Astrid even splayed her hands over his chest and shoulders, relishing in what little she could explore of him. Sometimes, her fingers only found thin air, when she moved too quickly or with too much pressure, but this was still so much more than only weeks before, so wonderful.

But then she felt something new and paused. She hadn’t expected that.

“Is… is that a supernatural erection?” she giggled, unable to help herself.

Hiccup stilled, and when she heard his voice in her head, it was filled with laughter, too.

Ha! You could call it that, I guess.

They laugh together for a moment until, testingly and to assure Hiccup that she wasn’t laughing at him, Astrid ground herself against him and hummed. “Mmh, feels good.”

Hiccup beamed down at her, even as his cheeks appeared to be a little darker as if he was embarrassed.

More to make it more real for you. If… well, if that’s what you want?

Astrid bit her lip and shuddered as a pleasant shiver ran down her spine. So far, Hiccup had only used his hands and mouth(s) to please her. This though... “Yes, I do want that,” she breathed.

He kissed her again, hungrily, then relieved her of her shirt and kept grinding into her, his forehead resting against her own. It left her head spinning and let a deep moan sound from deep within her, her body so hungry for this kind of intimacy. In her mind, she heard him groan.

“Do you feel it, too?” she asked, a little breathlessly.

A shadow crossed Hiccup’s face and he averted his gaze, shrugging non-committedly.

No… But I remember what it feels like. The longing. The desire. And watching you… listening to you… You make it easy to call these memories back.

His words made her blush and biting her lip, she, too, looked away. She was used to getting teased for the noises she made during sex. Hiccup had assured her many times that he didn’t mind and even liked them… but it was still difficult for her to accept.

After a few more minutes of making out like this, she fought to get her legs out of her trousers. She struggled a little but it was so worth it when he settled between her legs, now just as naked as she was.

Hiccup leaned over her again and resumed kissing her. The movements of his phantom body became more intense, grinding against her and making her gasp through their kiss. Oh, it had been so long since she’d felt anything like this, the intensity, the desire, it was real.

Perfection…

The word vibrated in her head and all but made her glow from the inside. His mental voice was so full of sincerity, of love and adoration. With a little effort, she opened her eyes to look at him, wanted to convey the same feelings to him.

“I could say the same about you,” she whispered, a little breathlessly as her hands fluttered along the outline of his chest.

He chuckled, his translucent body vibrating against her own, and it left her mewling. She needed more.

Stomping down on her embarrassment and insecurities, she let her hand glide down between their legs. When her hand closed around his cock, she let out a needy groan. He felt big. Big and hard and even throbbing a little against her palm. How much concentration did that cost him?

She looked up at him, biting her lip as she searched for his consent. He nodded ever so slightly, his smile glowing with love as she guided him inside her.

Hiccup didn’t move fast, no mindless thrusting or anything like that, but the intrusion still stung. Enough for her to wince at the unexpected pain and for Hiccup to halt immediately.

What’s wrong?

A little embarrassed, Astrid chuckled. “Nothing, just… go slowly? I might be a bit out of practice. It’s been a while since...”

Since before Brianna’s birth, to be precise. But those were more memories she didn’t want to think about now.

Well, it’s been a while for me, too.

There was again humour in is voice but also wistfulness, and Astrid kissed him again to wipe it away. Hiccup gave in and with her encouragement slowly pressed into her again. This time, it felt better, the stretch not as bad and just enough for her to feel him. As if…

She pulled back to look up at him, incredulous. “Did… did you make your cock smaller?”

Once again, Hiccup averted his face in embarrassment and shrugged.

Yes? Perks of no solid body, remember? And my ego is not so big that I can’t accept such an alteration. I want this to feel good for you. ”

She hummed, touched by this gesture, and let herself enjoy his attention. She couldn’t say whether the perks of his ghostly body gave him that much of an advantage or whether he was just naturally good at this, but she could definitely say that she’d never had sex as good as this before. Hiccup started at a slow pace, just sliding in and out of her while he kept distracting her with his kisses. For all she could guess, he tried different angles until he’d found the one that made her moan the loudest, and only when she was mewling for more did his thrusts became harder and faster.

Beautiful!

Hiccup’s voice was like humming in the back of her mind, a string of praises and little groans that made her feel wanted like never before.

Piece by piece he took her apart, Astrid barely able to even think. He felt so good, so amazing, his cock inside her, his lips and hands roaming her skin. It left her shaking, trembling, helpless against the onslaught of sensations. Out of reflex, she grasped at his shoulders, whimpering when he couldn’t withstand her strength, and she had to clutch at the sheets beneath her instead.

With precision, he pushed her closer and closer toward the edge, and then right over it. Stars exploded behind her eyes as she spasmed between her sheets, her body clenching hungrily around Hiccup’s cock, and her mind was going entirely blank, except for Hiccup’s voice in her thoughts. There was a deep groan, so full of longing that it made her heart burst – and two words.

So… warm!

When Astrid came to it again, still breathless and with bones that felt like jelly, Hiccup was still above her. He was cuddled close to her, his face against her neck, and if she hadn’t known better she would have said that he was trembling.

“Hiccup? Is everything okay?”

He grunted, not really an answer but at least he’d heard her.

She waited, for him to say something or for her mind to start working again, whatever happened first, when she realised what he’d said.

“Wait! You said warm. Did… did you feel that after all?”

Again, he shook, his hands tightening on her arms as if he needed to hold on to her.

I… I did.

The admission was accompanied by a sense of overwhelming confusion.

What… what is happening to me?

To Astrid’s relief, he didn’t sound scared, but she could understand his restlessness. And after he always took care of her, now it was her turn to take care of him. She made to look at him, wanted to reassure him that, surely, everything was okay. But when she looked up at him, the words got stuck in her throat, her mouth falling open.

For the eyes that looked back at her were of a bright green.

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So, what's this? More control, certainly. But...?

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Living Life Through a Lens: Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter 22: Who Are You?

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You blinked rapidly in order to clear the tears that clouded your vision. With your vision partially impaired, your breathing fast and unsteady, and your body frozen like you had just come out of an ice bath, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of overwhelming panic. You could barely move and when the tears finally fell and your vision cleared slightly you looked around.

After a few seconds of scanning your surroundings, you gathered that you were just outside the gates of YG. Odd. Why am I out here?

Upon looking down at the ground where you were kneeling, you were startled as you noticed that there was someone on the ground lying next to you. Their body was shaking and yet they weren’t making any kind of noise. And when you examined the person’s face you couldn’t recognize them right away, but deep down you had a feeling you knew them. While tilting your head you thought very hard trying to recognize their face. Who are you to me? I feel like you’re important to me, yet I can’t recognize you.

When the person lying beside you finally spoke, they were only able to choke out, “Jennie. Help me.” It was a voice that you could recognize from anywhere. It belonged to Y/N. Her voice was noticeably cracked and sounded like she was choking on something, which caused you to panic even more.

The second time around when you looked at the person’s face, it was indeed Y/N’s. One of your hands held hers, while the other was holding her face. Unsure if it was just your eyes, but you noticed that very quickly the colour in Y/N’s face began to fade, and when you pulled your hand away you saw your hand covered in blood. The blood on your hand formed a stark slash against your skin as well as staining your white coloured sleeves. What is going on? How did this happen? Why are you bleeding so much?

Looking at Y/N’s face once more you saw an endless stream of blood coming out from one of the ends of her mouth, and no matter how much you rubbed it away it kept coming out. She had a panicked expression on her face, and was trying her best to say something that you couldn’t exactly make out.

With your left hand tightly gripping hers and your other hand caressing her face to calm her down you stumbled over your words. “Wh– H– Okay– Shh. It’s okay. Everything’s fine. It’s just a little bit of blood Y/N. Come on. Let’s just stay calm and breathe. In and out.” Come on Jennie, think! Think! Call 119!

Gently and quickly taking your hands from her, you patted down all the pockets you had, not caring that you were spreading the blood everywhere in an effort to find your cell phone.

Strangely you didn’t have your phone on you, and when you nervously looked around for your purse it was nowhere to be found. Anxiously you looked around to find someone, anyone. But there wasn’t anybody around. So you called out for help and hoped that somebody would come. Nobody came.

Hurriedly you looked back at Y/N to see if she was still conscious, but she was gone. The only thing left behind was a pool of blood. And while standing above it you saw your reflection, however it was distorted. Squinting and getting a closer look you saw something jump out at you causing you to throw yourself back on the hard-concrete floor.

That’s when you woke up. You laid there in your bed still breathing heavily as if you had just run a marathon, with your face wet and your forehead covered in sweat. To gather yourself, you sat up with your back against the headboard and rested your head against the wall above it. It took a while, but eventually your breathing returned to normal, and you realized that it was all just a dream. But just to make sure you looked over to Y/N’s side of the bed and she wasn’t there. Her absence caused the panic to return, and instinctively you called out for her. Throwing your feet over the bed and onto the cold hard ground you got up to go find her.

In the hallway you saw a strip of orange light coming out from her office door, and when you got closer you saw that the door was barely just open. Peering through the two-inch opening you saw who you assumed was Y/N sitting at the desk. When you slowly and quietly opened the door wide enough for you to walk through, you saw that it was indeed Y/N. She sat there in front of her computer with her headphones still on, and her head rested on top of her folded arms, sleeping.

It had been two weeks since you all returned from the ending of the first leg of your worldwide tour, and in that time you had been focused on more tour preparation and other business-related matters. While Y/N sat in countless meetings regarding the final finishing touches to the documentary. In the next couple of days there would be one last meeting and then finally, the premiere.

Most mornings you would both head to YG to work, but rarely did you guys get to come home together. And although your practices ended late, you always came back to the apartment to sleep. But as the days leading up to the premiere got to be less and less, you would come home to find Y/N at her desk like this. Very rarely did you find her passed out in your bed.

Lately, for the past four nights, you found that Y/N would sneak out to her office to work some more, and being the kind girlfriend that you were, you always dragged her back to bed. It only took you one time to learn what not to do when you did have to bring her back.

The very first time you tried waking her up you did it too hastily which led to a disastrous chain of events for the both of you. During the first attempt at waking her up, Y/N woke up abruptly and as a reflex managed to elbow you in the stomach. At the same time, because she had her headphones on and plugged in, her whole computer setup came flying off the desk and onto the ground. Mouse, keyboard, laptop and all. So to avoid the same mistakes, you gently shook her shoulder and called out for her.

“Y/N. Let’s go back to sleep,” you whispered.

Thankfully this time she didn’t fight it, and willingly walked back to your shared bedroom with you to guide her.

…

Instead of waking up to your alarm, you were woken up by an awful feeling that was rooted deeply in your chest, and all you knew was that you didn’t like how it felt. So in an effort to return to sleep, you shifted your body to get into a more comfortable position. However, once you were in a comfortable position and took in a few deep breaths, it still didn’t go away. In annoyance you huffed and thought that a glass of water might help.

Just before getting up, you opened your eyes expecting to see Y/N sound asleep beside you, but to your surprise she wasn't. Instead, it was just her empty made-up side of the bed.

While getting up, your eyes landed on the clock that sat on your bedside table. It was still too early for you both to get ready for work. Where did you go? you thought at the exact same time you saw a slight movement in the corner of your eye.

Letting your eyes adjust you saw that it was Y/N, and she was moving very slowly and carefully coming out of the bathroom. From the looks of it, she had her earphones in and was in her workout attire. Right… you told me you were going out for a morning run.

To cope with her stress, Y/N had a healthy way of doing so, which was exercising. You, on the other hand, would much rather sleep in until you were forced to get ready. When she turned around and saw you awake sitting on the bed, she jumped. As she walked toward you, she pulled out one of her earphones and said, “you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing up? I didn’t wake you, did I?”

To avoid worrying her you didn't tell her the exact reason why you had woken up. Only what you were planning to do. “No you didn’t. I was just about to get water.”

She smiled and extended her hands out for you to grab, and once you did, she pulled you up to kiss your forehead. From how close she got, you could smell the familiar scent of the mint gum you knew she liked to chew when she went running. “Let’s go get you some water then,” she said as she dragged you toward the doorway leading to the hallway. How do you have so much energy right now?

Although today was a busy day for the both of you, the only upside to it was that it was scheduled to end early, pending that everything went according to plan. Y/N had to make a few edits to the documentary before the viewing with her company later on in the day, and you had just one single meeting that you had been dreading for the past few days.

It was your annual year-end meeting with a few executives of the company and YG himself. To keep the shareholders happy, it meant that the company would be piling on more work for you to do. You were young, but travelling to various parts of the world for a few days at a time, and then picking up to go to yet another place took a toll on both your mind and body. Having been with the same company for so long, you knew by now that not only were you expected to tour, but also take part in a number of other business deals along the way. Of course you loved your job and were excited to see what your company had planned for you, but the intense and stress-filled atmosphere in these kinds of meetings was what made you dread it the most.

What you could look forward to though, was the evening you had planned with Y/N, Lex and your members. Dinner and a movie was what you all had decided on the day before, and considering how hectic your schedules have been for the last couple of months, just being at home was something you desperately needed.

You heard Y/N’s voice and snapping back into focus you caught her at, “so anyways, my meeting starts later than yours, and by the time I get back from my run, you will be long gone. I guess I’ll see you later then? At the dorm for dinner and a movie right?” Y/N asked as she was putting on her shoes.

It was too early for you to function properly and so you nodded and confirmed what she had said was correct. Just before leaving, she yet again pressed another kiss to your forehead. The unsettling feeling in your chest only grew as you watched her walk out the door.

[10:23 AM KST]

While sitting in your chair you tried your best to listen to the people who were discussing your upcoming promotions and schedules, but their monotone voices and the overly text-filled slides were of no help to keeping you focused.

In the middle of the presentation your phone kept buzzing on the table. Everyone in the room, including you, ignored it the first two times. But when it went off again you slowly flipped it over to see who it could possibly be, missing the call once again. When the screen lit up, you saw Y/N's face as your lock screen causing you to smile. However, the notification of four missed calls from an emergency number caused you to sit up straighter in your chair. When your phone buzzed again, this time you didn't hesitate to pick up.

Everyone in the room, including your members were focused on the presentation and paid no attention to you while you answered the call. On the other end of the line you heard a woman’s voice, “hello? Is this uh a– Ms. Jennie Kim?”

Quietly and covering your mouth to speak you said, “yes. Speaking.”

Hearing a sigh coming through the phone as she spoke, “A Ms. Y/N Y/L/N… listed you here as one of her emergency contacts. I couldn’t get a hold of an– Alexis? So we’re calling you. Y/N has been in an accident and we have her here in the–”

Like your hand had a mind of its own, it opened up causing you to drop your phone. For the second time today, your body wouldn’t allow you to move and you sat there frozen in your chair only being able to watch it fall and hit the table. After the loud thud that surely got the attention of everyone in the room, there was suddenly a loud ringing noise in your ears. You tried your best to move, but your body wouldn’t let you, and bit by bit you were growing increasingly frustrated. To calm yourself and regain just a little bit of control, you closed your eyes and took in a series of deep breaths.

As you were breathing in and out the ringing noise lessened and you could hear Rosé, who was in the chair closest to you, ask you what was wrong. There was no way you could speak and so you opened your eyes and looked at your phone to try to get her to answer it. When she caught on to what you were trying to tell her, you could only watch as she picked up your phone and spoke to the woman on the other end of the line. While talking, Rosé moved to type a few things into her own phone and quickly muttered something to your managers who sat across from you.

And within moments you were being guided outside of the conference room. When you looked over to see who was holding you up, you saw that it was Rosé. She had a worried look on her face too, but kept looking forward to lead you both out of the meeting.

Once out of the room you quickly looked back to see if anyone else was following, but it was just you, Rosé and a single manager. As if she could tell what you were thinking, Rosé told you that the other members would stay behind and fill you two in on everything you had missed. You knew that if it weren’t for the last meeting of the year, Lisa and Jisoo would have been on your heels following too.

In the van on the way to the hospital, Rosé was rubbing your arm in an effort to try to calm you down, while you nervously fiddled with your fingers and bounced your leg up and down. “She will be fine Jennie,” Rosé said in a soft voice.

You appreciated the support, but nothing in the world could calm you down. You were doing so well trying to hold it together but eventually you could feel the tears well up in your eyes and fall down your face. We just got back to a good place. Please be okay Y/N. For me.

As soon as the van stopped, you bolted for the doors. Not waiting for Rosé to catch up with you. You couldn’t think, let alone breathe. Come on Jennie, think.

The endless thoughts swirling in your head stopped for a brief second and you were able to think finally. To your left there was an information desk and without hesitation, you ran toward it. There was a woman at the desk who looked bored out of her mind, until she saw you. As soon as you approached her, she sat up straight in her seat and asked how she could assist you.

“Hello. I uh– Sorry. I uhm. I’m looking for my girlfriend... she’s about this tall and was wear–” you stopped to think about what she was wearing when you last saw Y/N. What was she wearing? The last time you saw her she was in her workout clothes. Did she change already?

When you really thought about it, it was stupid of you to start describing Y/N and what she was wearing. It was near impossible for the woman to know exactly what Y/N looked like.

“Sorry miss, I’m going to need a name.”

You didn't stutter this time, “ah right. Y/N Y/L/N.”

Rosé finally caught up to you and waited beside you at the desk. Pacing in the spot and tapping the desk with your nails you waited for the woman to tell you where Y/N was. A couple of taps on the keyboard and a few clicks later, she read off of her screen, “she hasn’t been admitted to a room yet. But from the last update... it looks like she’s still in the emergency room, in bed 12.”

All you heard was emergency room and bed 12, and as if your life depended on it, you ran toward the emergency room. Not even having the time to tell the woman thank you.

You ran through the hallways, and for the first time in your life you didn’t care what people around you thought; you just had to get to Y/N. Reading the directories that were pasted all over the hospital you finally made it to the doors of the emergency room. Above the doors was a bright red sign that read Emergency Room. But before you could enter, you had to sign in through yet another desk. You were glad that the hospital kept a tight ship on security, but there were so many things keeping you away from seeing Y/N, that it started to get on your nerves.

When you gave the man at the desk your information he too tapped away on his computer. And what seemed like an eternity later, he gave you a badge and motioned for you to enter through the sliding doors of the emergency room. Even the doors seemed to be too slow for you, so you pushed them wider apart with your arms.

Upon entering, you automatically scanned the room and saw an arrangement of beds. Some of them had the curtains drawn around them, others were empty. Above one of the beds you saw the number four, and jogging along the pathway you finally reached bed twelve. The curtains were drawn and impatiently you whipped the curtains back, the sound of metal on metal rang through your ears, but you didn’t mind because the sight before you caused you to drop to your knees.

Y/N laid there in the bed with her eyes closed and her head turned to the side. Her lip clearly bruised, a few scrapes near her left eye and a white bandage that was wrapped around her forehead most likely to keep the large bandage you saw peeking through in place. When you looked down further, she had a cast around her left wrist.

Slowly, you got up off your knees and sat on the bed next to her. The sinking of the bed probably caused her to wake up, and as soon as she opened her eyes, they met with yours and widened. The relief you felt when she finally looked at you, caused you to close your eyes and fall forward resting your head in her lap. Then and there you allowed yourself to break down.

On the way here, you thought of the worst possible scenarios, but it didn’t matter anymore. Y/N was okay and that was it. Wiping your tears away, you sat up to look at her once more. However, she had a confused expression on.

Before you could smile at her, you felt an arm on your shoulder and it was Rosé who again just caught up with you. Turning around back to Y/N, she still sat there with a confused look on her face. Between the two of you she was the first one to speak, “who are you?” she asked.

Chapter 23 - HERE

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