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herbtae · 5 years

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title: blood bank

pairing(s): park jimin x reader, ot7 x reader

au: vampire au, captive au, witch au, supernatural au

contains: blood, violence, angst, smut, unrequited feelings, fluff ( may have to squint at times)

authors note: hi guys! this is my first fanfic ever so i’m rlly excited but nervous. i hope you like it and have a good day/night 🌸💓💞💝🌸💞💝

chapter one | next

“Baby, do you really need to join this.. thing, for money? I mean, I’ve told you so many times that I don’t mind lending -“

A heavy sigh draws from Y/Ns perfectly painted lips as she looks up to send a look of disapproval. “Jackson. I’m not going to take money from you, I refuse to! You’re my boyfriend, not my bank.”

Jackson is perplexed, watching his stunning girlfriend happily approve of her reflection in the mirror. The short red dress that adorns her every curve is specifically worn for the pleasure of other men - Jackson isn’t okay with that. His sour scowl gives this away immediately.

“Hey, don’t make that face” Y/N laughs, throwing a pillow at his head that snaps him out of his worried thoughts. Jackson weakly smiles in response, sighing dramatically as his girlfriend takes her hands into his.

“Look, it’s only for tonight. I just wanna see if this is a good job for me.” Jackson pouts and lets out a childish whine in protest. Y/N giggles as he snakes his arms around her waist and pulls her close into his chest.

“Jacksooon! C’mon, you have to trust me. And besides, I’ll be all yours again the moment I finish my shift...”

Jackson is all too familiar with the playful glint in his girlfriends tone and defeatedly rolls his eyes. “Okay, okay. God, you’re so good with your words,” Jackson mumbles and Y/N smiles cheekily at the double-edged meaning, leaning into his puckered lips for a quick kiss.

“Can I pick you up?”

Y/N absentmindedly hums in reply, pulling on a oversized leather jacket that belongs to her boyfriend. Jackson smiles at how big it looks on her small frame, practically falling off her shoulders. However, as she swiftly moves past him to grab her bag, his eyes sharply dart to the length of her smooth legs on display and he swallows down a comment.

It takes biting down on his bottom lip to stop him from protesting as she blows him a fairwell kiss before rushing through the door.

“Y/N! Fucking finally! Is that dick really trying to get you fired on your first day of work for being late?”

Y/N rolls her eyes as she clambers into the passenger seat of her best friends car, barely buckled in before they‘re roaring off into the main road.

“Hi to you, too! And that dick was needing a lot more reassurance than I thought he would need... as expected of Jackson.”

Sierra simply hums in reply. It‘s salty as fuck; not that a sound can be salty, but with Sierra anything is possible.

As Y/N bites at her nails, she waits for Sierra to crack and let out a snide comment. Drake passionately rapping about Fake Love seems to do the trick.

“What a bitch! Who does he think he is, telling you what to wear and where you can go! I hate men, they’re egoistic assholes that need dicks rammed down their throats.”

Now growing closer to the club, Y/N is too preoccupied with attempting to calm her nerves to pay attention to Sierra‘s complaining. It’s nothing Y/N hasn’t heard before; men are dumb, men should suck cock and choke, men are scum... just the usual.

Sierra isn’t some sort of delusional anti-men extreme-feminist but her recent breakup has filled her with passionate feelings - and with good reason, too. How else do you cope with your boyfriend breaking up with on your one year anniversary?

Having grown up with Sierra, Y/N has also grown custom to her best friends tiring (and borderline toxic) routine. The sting of heartbreak will eventually burn out and she’ll hop onto the next big thing as if her ex never existed. Maybe then Jackson will stop being the triggering cause of every rant.

“Are you going to get out or continue to chip at your nails all night?”

Y/N looks up and is briefly surprised to find Sierra and Drake have both stopped their passive aggressive preaching, and the car is now parked at the curb of the pavement.

Clutching her bag close to her chest, Y/N forces herself out of the car and remains close behind Sierra as they slip into the sinful world that lies beyond the double doors.

Y/N winces and squints as flashing lights shine in her eyes. Multiple things hit her at once.

The first is the heavy bass of the music that causes an urge to dance burst through her body. It’s enthralling and Y/N spots the strippers with an excited boost of adrenaline. The second is how crowded it is; shoulder to shoulder with the sweaty bodies. The last is the stench of alcohol and sex. It reeks far worse then Y/N anticipated and she can’t help but let out a dramatic gag as they pass a couple fervidly making out against the wall.

“Hey, Y/N!” Sierra loudly calls out over the music as they approach a bar. Y/N shoots her friend a questioning look. Sierra gestures for her belongings. Reluctanlty, Y/N parts with Jackson’s jacket and her bag which are both handed over to the bartender.

He catches her sceptical look and breaks out into a boxy grin. “Hey, don’t look so torn. Your belongings are safe with me.”

Y/N uncertainly eyes him, soaking in his boyish smile as he sighs and leans across the counter.

“If you don’t get everything back in one piece at the end of your shift, I’ll serve you the best connoction I can pull out of my ass. Completely free of charge.”

His humorous promise triggers a small smile to tug at her lips. “As tempting as that sounds, I don’t drink,” she begins and before the bartender can continue she interrupts, “nevertheless, it would be nice to get my stuff back in one piece. You and I are still going to have problems if I don’t find my secret stash of gum.”

The bartender grins as she breezily plays along like a good sport, the warmth of his smile reaching his brown puppy-like eyes as he hums in understanding. Before Sierra can whisk Y/N away, he gently touches her arm to regain her focus. Y/N is startled at his warm touch as she turns to face him again.

“Can I at least know the name of my threatener?”

Y/N genuinely laughs at this, and the man enjoys hearing the sweet sound spill past her lips. “I’m Y/N.” The sandy-haired man is about to introduce himself before Y/N cuts in again, “Nice meeting you Taehyung. It’s on your namecard.”

And with that, she’s being pulled away before Taehyung can string together a response, leaving him softly smiling to himself as he loses her to the crowd.

Y/N and Sierra are helped onto the stage by two hunch security staff and Y/N nervously eyes the men whom are undressing the dancers with their hungry eyes.

Sierra leads the two to a pole and begins to powder her hands for an extra grip. Y/Ns constant fidgeting doesn’t go unnoticed and Sierra sends her friend a soothing smile.

“Relax, doll. Feel the night.”

Y/N is not feeling the night.

For three hours, she has clumsily followed in Sierras shadow; literally, awkwardly standing in her shadow and watching her perform song after song and earn bill after bill. It‘s more like a wake up call rather than a scolding when Sierra pulls her to the side with an annoyed expression.

“Y/N, you can’t just follow me around all night like a lost pup! This is your job too - you have to dance and earn your coin. Now get your fine ass over to those poles and shake it like I know you can! You’ve got this!”

Y/N purposefully chooses the pole furthest away, hoping no one will notice her if she’s isolated in a corner.

Cautiously, she wraps her hands around the cold metal and shakes it for precaution. Just as she suspects, it‘s firmly rooted into the ground. The only unstable obstacle is herself.

Testing out her waters, Y/N walks around the pole, hand still firmly attached as the music changes and she allows herself to grow familiar with the rhythm.

The lighting now has grown much dimmer, casting shadows across the dance floor and suspending the watchful eyes of the men into complete darkness.

A shaky breath rises from her dry throat as her eyes flutter close. In tune to the songs slow melody, her hips begin to hypnotically sway from side to side.

Rather than following the path of her peers whom are dancing rather sexily, Y/N opts for a more sensual route - hitching a thigh around the pole and running her free hand through her hair in a teasing manner.

Y/N loses herself to the peformance, jumping at the flares of adrenaline that dance provides her with. The embarrassing thought of Jackson running his hands over her body is what entails and fuels her movement and she’s a flustered mess when the song reaches an end.

As her eyes shoot open, a stranger beckons for her at the end of stage. Y/N carefully steps down and joins him at the steps.

“That’s quite a show you put on,” the man muses as he hands her a water bottle. In any other scenario, she would’ve politely denied a drink from a stranger, but she’s extremely parched and eagerly swallows up every last drop of water without a second thought.

Besides, his black attire and badge reveals he’s probably just another staff member ensuring the safety of the dancers.

Y/N calls out a quick thanks, handing the empty bottle back as she makes her way towards the pole, avid to dance again. A rough hand landing on her thigh and hurling her backwards catches her completely off guard.

Struggling in a tight grip, her features contort with disgust as hot breath tickles her neck. “You can’t just leave me stranded when I helped you. I think it’s only fair you return the favour, baby...”

Y/N lets out a loud cry that is quickly muffled by a hand wrapping around her open mouth. Fingers begin to dance over her skin and travel further up her legs.

Y/N squirms and wriggles and silent tears betray the pleading anger in her eyes as she searches the crowd for Sierra, Taehyung, anyone. It’s hopeless. Now she knows why no one was dancing at the far end of the stage.

The man lets out a deep groan as he cups her heat over her underwear and Y/N takes his slip up as an opportunity. The elbow she juts into his face shoots a numbing pain down his nose and Y/N quickly scrambles to her feet, becoming one with the dancing bodies before he can reach for her.

Although her tears blur everything around her into a multitude of colours and shapes, she eventually manages to stumble into her best friend. Sierra is ensnared in a frenzied dance, sandwiched between two men. Y/Ns wet eyes flicker down to their probing hands.

The sight fills her with a strong detestation.

The moment Sierras happy eyes land on Y/Ns shaking form, she immediately pushes off the men coying up to her and makes her way over in a hurry.

“Oh my God, Y/N! It’s okay, you’re okay...”

Y/N rushes into open arms, nestling her head in Sierras neck as her body rakes with sobs. Sierra murmurs words of reassurement into her ear until Y/Ns pulsing heart eventually resides to its steady beat.

“Y/N... what happened?” Sierra softly asks, brows furrowed with worry as she searches her friends glazed eyes that are distant in thought and plastered on the ground.

“I... I don’t wanna talk about it... not now. Please don’t make me say it...” Y/N shamefully mumbles, wiping off the tears on her scorching cheeks with the back of her hands.

Sierra nods quickly, and gently tugs her over to the bar. Taehyung shoots Sierra a curious look of worry as he silently passes Y/N her belongings. Sierra sadly shakes her head in reply, just as confused as he is.

“You need call Jackson. You need to go home.”

Y/Ns protests are immediately hushed and ignored as she’s directed to the restroom for some silence.

The moment the lock is turned on the door, a trembling exhale escapes that has been wrestling to make its way. Slow footsteps make their way over to the basins. The eye makeup Y/N spent far too much time perfecting has smudged under her eyes and her cheeks are flushed with shame.

Sniffing, Y/N pulls her jacket over her shoulders and clasps her phone in her hand. Despite her fingers shaking over the keyboard, she manages to send Jackson a short message asking him to pick her up.

Y/N spares her broken reflection one last look before leaving. Shuffling through the crowd proves to be a challenge, flinching whenever her skin comes into contact with someone. Eyes trained to the ground, Y/N caves her body inwards, wrapping her arms around herself protectively.

The double doors, her escape and freedom, gleams and beckons for her over sweaty bobbing heads. Just as she’s about to take the last few steps, someone yells for her.

Y/N turns her head and is filled with dread when her eyes land on her boss’ daughter, whom has apparently taken over Taehyung’s shift. Y/N has no choice but to slowly make her way over.

“Hey, new girl! We’re running out of vodka, can you please get a box from the cabinet? It’s the one at the back near the emergency exits. Please be quick.”

Y/N tiredly nods and forces herself to descend down the dingy staircase leading to the liquor cabinet.

The door is painted a deep ocean blue and the letters B.S are engraved in iron. Y/N thinks nothing of it, absentmindedly passing off the letters to stand for booze store or something along that line.

Struggling, Y/N pauses to slip her phone into her bag before pushing her full weight against the door. The door lets out a successful click.

The scene to which Y/N stumbles upon is definitely not what she expects of a liquor store.

An air of sophistication is held high in the air, draping over luscious leather seats that are positioned around glass tables perched with dices and stacked with bills. Besides each of these sets stands a beautiful young woman wearing a well fitted black dress.

The odour of expensive perfumes blends with the alcohol, creating a stimulating aroma that lingers in the air and rivals the typical night club.

Y/N quickly discovers that this must be the VIP section; the black platform which is the centre of all attention confirms this.

Three woman spiritually move across the stage, every move bursting with poetry. They advance, retreat, pirouette. Heads sway and hips follow, like a fluid snake in the Sahara hypnotised by a pipe. The women here definitely outshine the trashy stripper dancers in the main section of the club.

A frustrated mumble emits from Y/N; she just wants to go home. Turning sharply on her heels, the corner of her eyes are suddenly drawn to something.

Enthralled in pleasure, a heated couple are sprawled across a velvet couch. Limbs are intertwined, neither one knowing where their bodies start or end. The males head is buried in the crook of the females neck, sending her into a state of euphoria as she lets out a long moan that rings in Y/Ns ears.

Y/N spots a tongue moving effectively across skin and immediately blushes, clearly prying on an intimate moment between two lovers. She pleads herself to turn back and find the liquor store so she can leave. However, for some odd reason, she can’t seem to look away or move a single muscle.

It’s as if she’s in a trance, enchanted by the male whom now sweeps his dark bangs out of his eyes and observes the room. His cheeks are shaded a light tint of pink that contrasts against his perfect snow-white complexion. Y/N can’t help her wandering eyes drift to his tongue that seeps between plump bruised lips.

Ice grey eyes suddenly pierce into her own and she feels her throat grow dry under his intense stare. Even in the faint lighting, Y/N can make out his strikingly handsome features. Electricity jolts through her veins as she breathlessly watches his eyes lazily follow the curves of her body. Slightly parting his lips, their eyes meet in the middle and Y/N believes he’s about to mouth something when, knocking the breath out of her lungs, two razor sharp fangs begin to grow from the corner of his lips.

Teeth bared and eyes hooded with lust and hunger, he whips his head round to the meal squirming beneath him and sinks into the flesh.

The scene is something out of a 1970’s Blockbuster horror film. The woman lets out a screeching scream before slender fingers enclose around her throat. It takes only a few moments of adjustment before the painful protest merges into needy mewls of pleasure.

Y/N accidentally lets out an unstable sob that’s safely drowned out by the pounding music. She quickly clasps a hand over her mouth as she watches the scene pan out before her.

The man pulls back, crimson blood smearing his mouth and chin as he licks his red stained lips appreciatively. As if on cue, the woman’s figure falls limp in his lap and for a few cold seconds, Y/N is definite she has just witnessed a murder.

The male cradles the drooping head and murmurs something in the woman’s ear, gently pushing her long blonde hair out of her face. The action is innocently sweet, unlike the savageous behaviour Y/N witnessed seconds ago. In response, movement is instantly evoked and Y/N is in awe as they resume to snuggling on the couch as if the last few minutes never happened.

Everyone around them doesn’t even bat an eye at the couple whom are now drenched in blood. The sickening smell sweeps through the thick atmosphere and the moment it hits Y/N, she jumps back to reality.

Letting out a frightened cry, she trips up the stairs, frantically searching for the quickest escape. The emergency exit is her only hope, and Y/N ignores the blaring alarm that she sets off upon barging open the door.

The chilly air of the late night nips at her overly exposed skin and Y/N expires a chorus of loud, heavy breathes as she weakly falls into the brick wall for support.

Silence greets her like an old friend and Y/N presses her eyes closed, briefly cherishing the peace that floods her overwhelmed senses.

The moment is soon ruined by a muffled yell in the distance and Y/Ns eyes snap open. It’s only now as she blinks into the darkness that she realises she’s in an alleyway stowed behind the building in which the night club resides in.

Suddenly aware of her suspicious surroundings, Y/N pulls herself off the wall and fastens her pace as she searches through her phone for Jackson’s phone number.

Calling Jackson❤️...

Y/N urges him to hurry up, quickly pausing to remove the stilettos that have been digging into her feet all night.

“Hello?”

“J-Jackson” Y/N softly gasps in relief. The familiarity of his voice sends warmth through her shivering body.

“Hi baby, I’m almost here. I bought some McDonalds too, I figured you’d be hungry after all your hard work. We can get something else if you’re not down for Maccies right now but does a cheeseburger sound good? Hello... Y/N? Hello?”

Maybe the events of tonight have just started to take their toll because out of the blue, Y/N feels her mind grow hazy as the streetlights above start to whirl into a cloud of orange light.

“Y/N? Baby, are you there?”

Before the world turns black around her, Y/N manages to murmur a soft “Come quick...” before she loses consciousness and falls into someone’s arms.

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words-and-fangirling-wonder · 7 years

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A is for Apartment

Finally got this chapter done, woohoo! Sorry for the delay, and for any mistakes. It is unbeta’d and all the editing I did was done at the tail end of an all-nighter, so please let me know if there are any glaring mistakes.

Author: fangirlwonder (wordsandwonder on AO3)

Pairing: Kid/Law

Prompt: Apartment

Rating: Teen, but only for swearing and stuff, I don’t know I’m bad at rating

Unbeta’d

“Well Mr. Kid, it looks like I have some good … news …?”

The doctor trailed off as neither of the two men in the room stopped what they were doing, or even acknowledged his presence at all. Based on the fact that they seemed to be packing up his patient’s belongings, though, he could only assume they already knew Kid was getting discharged today.

“I am throwing these away, Eustass.”

“What? Why?! The cute nurse from third shift got me those.”

“Which is exactly why they are going in the garbage,” Law retorted with a scowl, dropping the flowers, vase and all, into the trash can.

Kid only shrugged as he listened to the glass shatter on the metal bottom of the bin. “Someone’s jealous,” he muttered, resuming his search under the bed for his computer charger. A light slap on the ass made him jump and almost hit his head on the bedframe, but he figured he probably deserved it, and besides, it got an uncomfortable noise of protest from the doctor he and Law were ignoring.

“Gentlemen, if I could just have a moment –“

“Eustass, get out from under there, your charger is over here,” Law interrupted.

“Oh, really? Shit, okay, just a sec.” Abandoning his efforts, Kid began scooting backwards on his knees to get his head cleared. That is, until a camera shutter sound effect made him freeze and turn to shoot a glare at his unapologetically grinning boyfriend.

“What?” Law asked, lowering his phone. “I’m supposed to ignore an opportunity like that?”

If Kid hadn’t already known that Law was practically giddy (well, as giddy as it was possible for him to get, anyway) about Kid finally being discharged, the surgeon taking pictures of his ass like a teenager would have confirmed it. So instead of protesting, he just rolled his eyes and continued to wiggle his way out from under the bed, ignoring the pinch to his shoulder from his prosthetic.

“If you would just –“

“Trafalgar, where’s that laptop bag you got me?”

“I’m putting your laptop in it right now.”

“Mr. Kid, PLEASE.” Both men finally stopped and stared at the slightly purple doctor in the doorway. “If we could just go over some things I can get your discharge finalized, and we can all be rid of each other!”

Kid and Law exchanged a look before they both began talking at once.

Kid threw his hand over his heart dramatically. “Hey, I’m wounded! And here I was thinking we were pals.”

“Must I remind you that I work here as well, doctor? You won’t be rid of me until you quit, retire, or tragically perish.”

“Really no need to shout, y’know.”

“Not to mention that it was extremely unprofessional to do so,” Law agreed. “I suggest you leave a note about it in the comment box on the way out, Eustass.”

“Alright, enough! I have had it with the two of you! Let’s just get this over with so you can go home,” the doctor growled.

“Well, as it so happens, doctor, someone far more competent has already taken care of all the necessary paperwork,” Law replied, raising an eyebrow judgmentally before turning back to his packing.

“Damnit, Trafalgar, how many time do I have to remind you that you aren’t his doctor!? You can’t do his discharge paperwork!”

“Yeah, but that nurse with the blue hair and the weird name –“

“Vivi.”

“Right, thanks, Law. Nurse Vivi came in and took care of it already,” Kid informed the increasingly frustrated looking doctor.

“She’s very good at her job. Easily worth several of you, doctor,” Law called from the bathroom where he was neatly arranging Kid’s toiletries in a pouch.

“Uh … well …” the doctor floundered. “I suppose that … if she’s already … well …”

“I think the word you’re looking for is “goodbye,”” Kid offered.

“Yes. Well then. Goodbye, Mr. Kid. It’s been a –“

“Don’t you lie to me, now, doctor,” Kid warned teasingly. “Look, I know I’ve been a difficult patient. Thanks for not killing me.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Kid. I wish you all the best.”

“Yes, yes, we appreciate you. Sorry Eustass proved you wrong every time you underestimated him and made you look like a fool. Goodbye, now,” Law added, slipping an arm around Kid’s waist and glaring at the doctor until he nodded briskly and fled the room.

Kid smiled and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s temple. “Ah, lighten up, doc. He was just doing his job.”

“No, the nurses were doing his job. I was doing his job. He was giving up on you, so I will not ‘lighten up,’ because I hate him.”

“You hate everyone, babe,” Kid replied with a chuckle, moving away to search for any stray clothes or belongings that might have escaped their first sweep.

“I don’t hate you,” Law mumbled, drawing Kid’s attention. He’d just been joking, but the way Law was looking at him and his tone were making Kid think he meant something … more.

“Well … I don’t hate you too, Law.”

The silence stretched between them as they just stared awkwardly at one another for what felt like hours, but was actually only a few seconds before Law coughed and resumed tucking things into the suitcase he was loaning to Kid.

“So, uh … how’d so much stuff get in here, huh?” Kid asked lamely, desperate to change the subject.

“Yes, Eustass, that’s quite the riveting mystery.”

“Well look who found their snarky pants after all this time,” Kid muttered good-naturedly. If he was being honest, he’d missed this side of Law; the side that was a snide little asshole most of the time. It was one of the many qualities that had made Kid fall in … not hate with him.

“Hello boys! Al’s downstairs with the van if you’re ready. I’m just … oh, I’m just so happy you’re finally getting out, Eustass!” A pair of thin but surprisingly strong arms wrapped around Kid’s waist and he heard his mother sniffle into his back.

“Aw, mom, you make it sound like I did a stint in prison, not the hospital,” he protested, turning slightly to return her embrace.

“Well, either way! I’m just so happy you’re going to be home!”

“Just for a little bit, mom. Until I can find my own place, remember? In and out.”

“But –“

“No, mom. No buts.”

“Oh alright, Mr. Independent!” she pouted. “But I am going to make you both a fantastic home-cooked dinner tonight to celebrate!”

“Ah, Mrs. Lane –“

“Oh Law, please do call me Annie.”

“Annie, then,” Law adjusted. “I actually only have time to see Eustass to the van. I’m on my lunch break.”

Annie considered this for a moment before giving up with a sigh. “Alright. But we’ll be seeing you soon, won’t we, dear?”

“Yes, Mrs … uh, Annie. Very soon, I imagine.”

Before Kid could stop her, his mother had wrapped Law up in a tight hug. He opened his mouth to tell her to let Law go, but before he could get the words out he was shocked back into silence by the sight of his boyfriend returning her hug with a warm smile. Well would you look at that; all Kid’s worries about Law meeting his family were for nothing after all. And he had to admit, he really didn’t hate the sight of his boyfriend and his mom getting along so well.

“Alright then, Eustass. Let’s finally get you out of here.” Law pulled away from Kid’s mom and picked up two of Kid’s heavier bags, nodding his head toward the door with a lopsided smile.

Kid took a moment to look around the room one last time. He’d grown to hate these sterile white walls, the view of a grimy brick building out his window, the uncomfortable bed and tiny TV. But now that he was leaving, he couldn’t help but feel almost … afraid. After Law’s freak-out Kid had made amazing progress with his physical therapy, and he was finally feeling sorta comfortable with is new arm (though he was still a long way from used to it). But that was within the confines of this place, this hospital where there was always someone there to help him if things went wrong. He’d resented the constant hovering, but now he wasn’t quite sure he was ready to be without it.

He didn’t know how long he’d been lost in thought, but a gentle hand on the small of his back snapped him out of his musings. Law’s eyes were surprisingly understanding as he smiled gently up at his boyfriend.

“You’re strong, Eustass. You’re going to be okay.”

How Law seemed to know what he was thinking was beyond Kid, but he appreciated not having to explain. Instead he returned the smile momentarily before kissing the raven-haired man.

“Okay lovebirds, let’s get going!” Annie chirped happily. Obviously she approved of Kid’s choice in significant other; a first for the surprisingly picky woman.

Kid picked up his last bag and gave a decisive nod. It was time to move on, and Law was right: everything was going to be okay.

++++

“Aaaaayeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

The banshee-like war cry of one of his little brothers was the only warning Kid got before the three-year-old landed knees-first on his chest, knocking the wind out of him.

“Jesus Christ,” he managed to croak out, resisting the strong urge to push the child off him.

“Waaake up!”

“Kyler, it better not be six in the morning again,” he warned groggily.

“No! I an not Kywer! I an Austin!”

“Am,” Kid corrected automatically. “I am Austin.”

“Nooooo, you are Bubba!”

That did prompt Kid to push the boy off his chest, though he was careful to make sure he landed on the bed and not the floor. “Ugh, don’t call me that. Where’d you hear that, anyway?”

“Momma say it.”

Kid groaned and squinted blearily at his phone. 7:15 am. Fuck, he really needed to move out. “Well, you don’t get to call me that, okay? Is anyone else up?”

“Nope!” the boy replied cheerily. “Only me. An Kywer. An we are vewy vewy hungwy.”

“Fine, I’ll make you guys some breakfast.”

“Yaaaay! Kywer! Bubba makin’ pancakes!”

Well, Kid had actually been planning to “make” them cereal, but apparently that wasn’t going to fly. Shit. He knew once the twins got their hearts set on pancakes they would not rest until they got their damn pancakes. With one last wistful squeeze of his pillow, Kid tossed the blankets off and climbed out of bed. It had only been a few days since he’d left the hospital, but he was already more than ready to get the hell out of this house. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate his mom and step-dad letting him stay here, but he really missed waking up to a phone alarm, rather than a child jumping on him. And the general chaos of an overfull house was starting to get to him a little bit. Not to mention it was really putting a cramp on his romantic life. He’d been looking forward to spending some quality time with Law now that he was finally out of the hospital, but that hadn’t been possible with his crazy family always being around. He’d tried going over to Law’s for the night, but his mom kept texting him asking him when he was coming home and fussing over him and it had been so annoying and distracting he’d finally just caved and gone home. And now he was up at 7:15 in the damn morning making pancakes for disgustingly awake and perky three-year-olds. Joy.

While he was waiting for coffee to brew and the little circles of batter on the skillet to bubble, Kid contemplated texting Law. The doc was probably up, after all, considering he never fucking slept.

Kid: You up?

Barely a minute passed before Kid’s phone buzzed with a reply from Law.

Law: Yes, surprising no one, I’m sure. You being awake at this hour *is* a surprise, though. Are you in pain?

Kid: Yeah, but not in my arm. I think Austin broke a damn rib jumping on me with his bony ass knees.

Law: Please tell me you are joking, Eustass.

Kid smirked at that response before quickly reassuring the doctor.

Kid: About the rib part, yes. Not about the jumping or the bony knees though.

Law: That is an extremely unpleasant way to wake up. My sympathies.

Kid: Thanks. So now I’m making the little rugrats some pancakes.

Law: Ew

Kid chuckled.

Kid: You should come over.

Law: For pancakes? I’ll pass.

Kid: Nah, I’m good on seeing you try to eat bread, thanks. I’ll make you some eggs or something. Seriously, you should come.

There was a pause as Law apparently considered his offer, and Kid took the opportunity to pass food out to his brothers and pour himself a cup of coffee before starting to clean up the mess he made. His phone buzzed again and he tried not to get his hopes up as he flipped it open to read the doctor’s answer.

Law: Alright, then. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.

Kid: Cool, see ya soon.

In a considerably better mood, Kid went about setting things up to make a batch of eggs while the twins threw food at each other and got syrup on every available surface. Between getting them to stop that and finish their breakfast and cleaning up after them, Kid had only just put the eggs in the pan when he heard a gentle knock at the door.

“Damn, doc, you look like hell,” the redhead said by way of greeting. And it was true, the circles under the man’s eyes did seem darker than usual.

“Well, you’re not exactly fresh as a daisy yourself,” Law shot back. “What is that stuck in your hair?”

Kid ran his fingers through his hair and grimaced when they caught on a sticky mess of syrupy pancake. “Touché,” he replied, stepping aside to let his boyfriend inside. “Eggs are on the stove. Should just be a couple minutes.”

“I’ll watch them, you go take a shower,” Law suggested. Kid was tempted to argue, but then his fingers snagged on yet another piece of pancake and he thought better of it. A shower was probably a good idea.

He returned to the kitchen freshly showered just in time to see Law setting out two plates, one with eggs, bacon, and toast, and another with just eggs.

“Wow, doc, you made me bacon and toast? You sure know the way to a man’s heart.”

Law simply raised an eyebrow and set down a fresh mug of coffee by Kid’s plate before sitting down in front of his own and gesturing for Kid to do the same.

“You know, I meant for these to be over easy, not scrambled,” Kid commented as he added a sprinkle of salt and what many would consider an excessive amount of pepper to his breakfast.

“Yes, well, things don’t always go the way we plan, do they?” Law retorted somewhat defensively.

Kid grinned. “So what you’re saying is that you fucked up trying to flip them.”

“Oh shut up, Eustass.”

“Yeah! Shud up, Bubba! Be nice to Law!”

Kid just about jumped out of his seat at the exclamation from under the table. Two pairs of eyes gleamed up at him when he lifted the table cloth to investigate. “What the fuck?”

“What’s fuck?” Kyler asked with an innocent tilt of his head.

Law chuckled while Kid flushed. “Oh shit, look, don’t, uh, don’t say that word. Why don’t you guys go play with your toys in your room?”

“Don’t wanna!” Austin insisted with a pout of his lips.

“Okaaaay,” Kid sighed, massaging his temples. “Then how about you go jump on Bonney?”

The twins exchanged a look and nodded in unison with a cry of “Yeah!” before rushing off to bother their sister.

“You’re an evil man, Eustass,” Law commented with a smirk.

“Ugh,” Kid groused. “I swear, I’m going insane here. I gotta get out of this house.”

“Yes, how is the apartment search going?”

“Not great. It’s a weird time of year to start a new lease, apparently. All the places I’ve found that have units available only have two bedrooms and that’s out of my price range unless I can find a roommate somewhere.”

Law poked at his eggs with his fork. “Well, you know … you could always … move in with me.”

Kid froze. “Uh, sorry, what was that?”

Law finally looked up from his plate, and Kid was surprised to see the barest hint of pink on his cheeks. Was Law blushing? “I said you could move in with me. If you wanted.”

Kid frowned down at his toast. “I mean, that’s … a nice offer and everything, but …”

“Too soon?” Law guessed quietly.

“Nah, not really. Just … I don’t need charity, you know? I’ll be fine. I can find something on my own.”

“Charity?” Law hissed, and Kid was surprised to hear the abrupt shift in his tone from embarrassed to upset. “Are you kidding me, Eustass?”

“What? Is it so crazy that I wouldn’t want a pity offer?” Kid snapped. Honestly, he would have thought Law knew him better than that. If he was going to move in with his boyfriend he didn’t want it to be because the man felt sorry for him, or thought he couldn’t handle it on his own.

“Do you really think I’m the kind of man to make such an offer out of pity? Don’t be stupid.” Law picked up his still mostly full plate and swept angrily to the sink, dumping the eggs and angrily flicking the switch for the garbage disposal.

“Well what am I supposed to think, Trafalgar?” Kid demanded. “Do you really expect me to think you’re not just offering to try to help because you think I can’t do it?”

“I’ve given up trying to expect you to think at all, Eustass. But I would think it might occur to you that I’m offering because I actually want to live with you, and your current living situation makes it convenient for me to extend the invitation.”

“Oh yeah, convenient timing is a real romantic reason to move in together,” Kid sniped.

Law glared at him and threw his fork into the sink. “Damnit, Eustass, stop twisting my words. Yes, the timing is convenient, but even if it wasn’t I’d still want you to move in with me because I love you, and I find it extremely irritating that you’re so insistent on being a stubborn ass about it.”

The realization of what he’d said dawned on Law’s face as Kid simply stared at him, speechless for a moment.

“You … love me?” Kid asked finally, knowing his face was probably just as red as Law’s currently was.

“Well of course I do, you idiot,” he mumbled.

Kid couldn’t stop the huge grin spreading across his face as he practically leapt out of his chair and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, ignoring the man’s protests as he buried his face in the other’s neck. “I love you too, you know.”

“I do know. I don’t need everything spelled out for me, unlike some people.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m an idiot, whatever,” he murmured.

“So is that a yes?”

“Yeah, doc. That’s a yes.” Kid closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together, enjoying the fact that he could feel Law smiling into the kiss.

“EW!” a small voice shouted. “Bonneeeeeey! Law an Bubba are kissinnng!”

Kid pulled away from Law with a good-natured sigh. “So,” he whispered, resting his forehead on the doctor’s, “how soon can I move in?”

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