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idjitlili · 3 years

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You're dead lachance.

Spike btvs x reader

Summary: Being Giles niece, going to America with him, only to meet Spike. There is anonymous request in here, 'getting locked in a room with Spike.'

A/n: slightly in Sundale , but mostly based in Los Angeles, the reader is British, due to being related to Giles. Hey, that's good for me , I'm British too. There's a request from anon but I'm not going to say to keep it a surprise. Malteser is a chocolate ball. How come I can write this much now? But I've got assignment s at are only 2000k words.

Word count:5019 Longest imagine yet.

Warnings: Language, Twilight hate references,period, questioning if vampires eat that answer is no or unconfirmed.

Not even a week ago, you had came home , only for your parental figure to rush to the door to greet you. Not long after that you were packing your suitcase for America , apparently your uncle Rupert had invited you out there. It had quite literally been years seen you had seen him, but not long until you would again.

In fact , it hadn't been even twenty four hours , before you were stood in his magic store. You weren't even sure why Rupert had brought you here. The suitcase that held your belongings , stood at your feet as Rupert had welcomed you in, unlike your uncle had expected , the shop was completely empty, people wise.

Forced to sit down, while Rupert made you a tea,informing you that he would get you settled at his home once he finished closing up his shop. What it felt like hours to you ,waiting, deciding it was best to read the book you had brought with you, not that you could really concentrate you just wanted to get cleaned up , in honesty.

Fingers tapping against the pine table , trying to read Boromir's last moments in Lord of the rings, re reading the same paragraph over , and over. "I tried to take the Ring from Frodo ' , he glance strayed to his fallen enemies,20." Re reading those words same words, unable to comprehend them, like your brain was blocked by a tinfoil hat, that's bullshit. Three arrows he had been struck with, yet he was still able to kill twenty highly trained orcs , more than an average vampire could do.

You were no stranger to vampires , you hadn't encountered one to say, but you knew of Rupert job as a watcher. Though you had watched Lord of the rings many times (or not it's just replace it) and yet you still couldn't pass it , didn't Rupert have workers to clean his shop? Repeating those words , still. "Hello ,love." You almost peed yourself , standing up abruptly launching your book at the thing that had pulled you out of your distracted book reading.

Bragging your lighter from your pocket, self defence lighter, holding in front of you. As the flame lit,lifting your head up at your 'attacker' , only to be met with a smirk and platinum leather wearing man, who had caught your book with ease. "Really a lighter?" British, you had not spoken to one American , since landing.

You had just continued to stare at him not quite certain what to say, until he did again. "So , Boromir ,hm?" You hadn't notice him step forward , holding your book for you to take back, hesitating you took it from him slowly. "Uh, yes. Thank you,but ,um, who are you?"

"Spike, and you are?"Who names there son after a sharp object? Spike had smugly smiled , placing his in his trouser pockets, it was if he was proud. You didn't get a chance to respond to Spike, before Rupert had reappeared , standing between you and Spike.

"Spike , get away from my niece, I will not allow you to corrupt her." Spike had gasped dramatically, putting his had over his mouth ,"You're related to him? But Blimey he's all ARGH and you're not." Spikes face of disgust when he looked at your uncle, Rupert had removed his glasses and began cleaning his glasses.

"Was that supposed to be a compliment?" Picking up your bags , as Rupert ushered Spike out of the shop, with you behind to lock up, it now being dark. "It was lovely to meet you , Giles attractive niece.." "Y/n." "Y/n.." Repeating your name back slowly smiling , only if you knew he was an evil defective vampire.

"Quit the flirting Spike, she's not going to be here long." That was the last you saw of Spike , for now anyways. It wasn't even another 24 hours later , your uncle had sent you off to Los Angeles , to Wesley at Wolfram & Hart.

Wesley...you had seen him in years , since he left England. You being younger than him by some years , but you had been friends with him , being connected to Giles and all. You were brought to America to work for an evil law firm not your ideal future.

That was a year ago , not as bad as you had originally thought, Angel the CEO was indeed broody but he was trying to make a difference. In fact , the job paid very well, and all you did really read up on demons and sometimes view bodies for symbols and such.

Perhaps,yes, it did get quite lonely, it wasn't like you had you mum to make you meals or anything. All you could have was calls from her now and then. Wesley was your friend; but he was too busy flirting with Fred. The others well, you weren't close friends, just friends.

Today was not a great day for you, first you had gotten to work without lunch, forgotten a jacket, and Angel scheduled a meeting but you had fallen down the stairs three times. Ten minutes late, a huge bruise on your head , ruffled hair and clothing not looking very bodacious.

Knocking on the door to Angel's office three times gently , before waiting for his response to allow you in. Everyone staring at you , your face flushed with embarrassment. "I-I'm so sorry, you won't believe today has been horrible, I wouldn't have been late if I hadn't of fallen down the same stairs three times."

Heavily breathing from all the rushing, head aching like you had just hit your head falling down the stairs, Angel and the others looking at you with slight sympathy. "I've got to get a look at this muppet." That voice, you knew that that voice, until Spike had appeared from the corner of the meeting room , as you and Angel were about to walk into the room.

Almost bumping into Spike as you and him both met the door at the same time. You two would've bumped right into each other, but he passed right though you. Turning back around to see if you imagined that or not, turns out you didn't Spike was stood in front you , looking at you , with gaped mouth which didn't last long until he was smiling.

"W-what?H-how did y-" "Nice to see you again , love. Well, not long after you left I saved the world, and died. No need to thank me , love," Angel had coughed , pulling your attention from Spike charming smile he was sending your way, to him gesturing you to sit.

Spike had not decided to sit down , but to stand behind Angel at an Angel, one to annoy Angel which you could already see in his face , two to be in eye range of you. Not that he liked you , he full loved Buffy, for now anyways.

Angel had officially began the meeting , head-aching still, probably why you couldn't concentrate, concussion. All you could think was , wow Casper the friendly ghost, well you didn't know he wasn't , and that he was a vampire.

So lost in thought ,well no just pain , you didn't hear the calling of your name or snapping of fingers in front of your open eyes.

"Y/n? Y/n?" Only when there is a touch of a small hand on your shoulder , you realise , looking up to see Fred. "Yes, sorry. Um , I hit my head a bit too hard."

"Angel , she needs to go to a doctor. Her head is literally bleeding out , ""Yeah you should've sent her straight away, she fell down the fucking stairs, for a vampire with a soul , you have no compassion." Spike had interrupted Wesley, to criticise Angel.

You had a couple of days off last week , to visit your family, hence you hadn't seen Spike there before that. You had fallen off your chair when you had felt a hand on your shoulder, moving to see if that was Angel or Lorne, but it wasn't.

"Already on your knees for me?" Spike, staring down at you , smirking what a shock. "I'm not even on my knees, I'm on my butt. Plus what you want me to do mime."

"Okay, okay, Hon, let's go take to a doctor." Lorne had helped you up, as Spike had smiled Wider, as you both left, with some calls of sympathy's.

You only had to have you bloody head , in your hairline glued back together. Not surprising when there was blood dripping down your face like a waterfall. Other than that you were back the next day, carrying on your week like you would normally would.

Each week that went by Spike would come visit your office, mostly at lunch, knowing you didn't leave your office to socialise, only to use the bathroom. It had started with him using the excuse that he wanted to see how you were doing , after falling down the stairs, which was quite hard to believe,as he didn't seem like the caring type.

Then it he came to your office to tell you stories about him saving the world and just recently , almost being killed by another ghost.

You hadn't even seen that when he entered your office he used the door by turning the handle, instead of going through it. Not at least until he had spooked you again ,placing his hand your shoulder squeezing it slightly. Falling again out of you chair, probably would've smacked the back of your head on your desk.

If you weren't grabbed by your forearms, and were lifted back onto your feet, by rough hands... Spike had scared you to death again, yet this time he had saved your fall. Pulling a arm from his, looking into his eyes, as you brought your hand to his cheek, your finger tips against his cheek bone. His skin soft, not how you would've imagined.

Cold.

His skin, cold , but now he isn't a ghost? So why does he feel like the other side of the pillow on a summer night. Moments go by ,not many , before you pulled away again. "Fred , s-she figured out how to bring y-you back?" Still wondering why he felt like ice, also to hide the embarrassment that you had touched his face without asking.

"No, someone sent me some post," The distance between you two was more than close, your legs pressed against your desk, Spike's face barely inches away, he must've closed in on you. "Oh lovely,um have you had anything to eat yet?" He had smiled at you , with lust in glittering in his eyes , but not for what you might think, but hunger.

"I have not." Don't turn Edward ,please, no one wants that ,'Oh I'm sorry Bella but you might die if we fuck, because of my huge Thanos sized dick.' "Oh , well I've got , um, some sandwiches, that's if you want to share." You had gently made your way passed Spike as he nodded slightly suggesting we would share, to get into your bag, reaching for your lunch bag.

Both sitting at the sofa in your handing Spike a sandwich, as you held yours, facing each other, sitting on your calves, well Spike couldn't do that , if you know what you mean. Not long after you had reached for your flask , pouring it into your cup. "Tea?" Spike had grabbed the cup from your hand, drinking a fair lot down, before handing it back to you, mixture of crumbs and tea around his mouth. "You know how to make good tea, not those bloody Americans , milk first , bloody bullshit."

Before anything was said, Lorne had burst into the room , panic washed over his face. "Angel needs you both , quick honeys! We don't have time to spare." To say the least you were confused , never less you all headed to Angel's office and soon enough you were all, Angel, Spike, Fred, Gunn, Wesley, and Lorne were driving to a safe house. 'A rescue mission.' Apparently, you didn't even know who you were supposed to rescue, all you knew was you was all supposed to stay here until they arrived.

Sounded fishy , and you were right to think so, not long after you all discovered it was a trap. Probably just about a hundred vampires, were lurking around the property, waiting...

The floors creaking as you all walked across the the pine wood hallway, not to mention you had barely any fighting stills, all you held was a stake. The others well that ways a mixture of axes , and stakes. Sorry not only vampires in this house, spirits too. Spike had paired off with you , whilst the others did the same , you both walked into a bedroom, which was thick with mould and dust.

Not even one step in the door had slammed shut, Spike had immediately tried the door body slamming against , but it was no use. As you made your way to the window, "Spike.." BANG still going at the door , "SPIKE." Whisper shouting to him, gesturing for him to come over , once he had heard you.

"Vampires..." pulling you away from the window, out of sight." We need to get out of here, now."

"Where? we can't get out of here." Looking around the room there was no options. You don't even get to take a breath ; before the window is smashed in as well of the door, you are both completely circled , 7 vampires. Before you know it they are lunged for you , gripping your stake tightly , as you fight a vampire off , with struggle , god damnit. Where's David from lost boys, instead you are stuck with one that's never brushed it's teeth.

Finally stabbing it in the heart. Proof another one bites the dust. Now there was even more dust in this house. The rest of the vampires were dead, you didn't realise that Spike had taken on the rest with no struggle, turning to face you after dusting the last one, his face,his face. He was one of them, he had been dead this whole time , even when he was brought back.

"Y-you're a vampire?" Shocked was to say the least what you were feeling , he had turned back laughing lightly.

"What were you expecting? The Easter bunny?Did you think I was human? This whole time, oh love." It wasn't that you felt like you trusted him less after finding out but still, you're an idiot, no you are not. "I thought you were because you are my food; Plus I thought vampires were evil?"

"I wasn't going to refuse a sandwich. I have Soul, love. For your information, I got it the hard way, not like that brooding bugger."

"Sorry, Can we go now?" Thus Spike tried the door again, it had opened, both of you rushed out and down the stars , out the doors to find the others in the car waiting , like it was a robbery.

Your lunches with Spike continued even months after finding out he was a vampire; yet now you packed enough lunch for the two of you. Though he could just have his blood, but no he wanted your food. In honesty he was lucky that you actually shared your food with him.

You were sure that Spike must've preferred the company of Fred over you, and there was a day that he didn't have lunch with you. Apparently he had went to see Buffy , yet he was back the next day, why he hadn't stayed with the woman he loved , that was unknown to you. Thus there he was having lunch with you everyday you were at work.

You had even watched Lost boys with him one lunch. "You think I'm like that ponce?" Why the offices had TVs you had no idea. You had told Spike that he had reminded you of David. "W-what, It's not that hard to believe , first both of you have cool hair , two he is evil but the evil that you're like wow he's not that bad , he's cute and maybe he not what he seems. Like Loki, God of mischief." Spike had scoffed, laughing slightly.

"Did you just call me cute? I'm bad , I'm evil, mortals quiver under my wrath." He had made a toothy scrunched face , whilst bringing his hands up like he was a bear attacking, only to make you grin harder. "Okay, now you are a kinky Loki 'quiver under my wrath' seriously?"

"And how would you know what's kinky, love?" His words delivered with a smirk , that made your cheeks redden just by his gaze. "Uh,um, well I read a lot- I MEAN I do stuff all the time like last night.. he had a cane."

"Oh really, he had a cane?"

"Yep thats correct."

"Well that's a shame, love , because I've seen you face stuck in your books , blushing... and I can smell the innocence radiating off of you."

"Hey! Don't go smelling that, so you're telling me that when I have my period you can smell that too? You know what don't answer that, nor do I want to know if you've ever eaten that. Nor do I want to know why I thought of that.." Throwing a Malteser at him, would've hit him if he hadn't caught it in his mouth.

"I cannot believe you just said that. Love, you have too much time over thinking."

"No doubt , that's why I was never popular , let's pretend I never said that thing and only that compared you to David and Loki, hm?"

"Of course, I wish you hadn't given me the idea,joking I swear."

"Uh, I don't know if you like men or not but when the male part is erected it's one of the most blood filled appendages plus I looked you up, William the bloody, maybe that's how you got your name.." Yes maybe you spent more than your lunch hour not doing work, sitting cross legged now facing Spike completely , who just had turned his upper body from the tv.

Angel though, you'd think he was just happy , happy that Spike wasn't in his office constantly annoying him. It wasn't easy for anyone to keep Spike entertained. "I do not suck cocks nor have I ever , love, I have nothing against those that do,but I assure you that my terrible poetry is the only reason for the name, "

"Nothing to do with you killing hundreds of people?"

"Oh yeah, that too." Nothing more was spoken, you both had went back watching until lunch was over, then you were back to work. By five you had left to go home , not even two hours later you had realised you had left your house keys in your office. You had went to the shops, for some general stuff , hence why you hadn't realised you had left your keys.

Making it back to Wolfram & Hart , around nine o'clock, deciding to get some food , for after you got your keys and got home finally. The security man, Dean, had let you , well no he had was turned doing something and you slipped in, the rest of the firm was dark , everyone had left, or that's what you had thought.

Opening your office door, with your key, why you had it separated from your house key , you don't know , but it was lucky you had one set otherwise someone could've went through your stuff. Well there wasn't much really interesting, ancient books and such. Rushing to your desk in the dark searching everywhere , under your desk, in the draws, the floor.

Finally finding them down the side of the sofa , which you were sat at with Spike, watching Lost boys. When the door swings open , you are quickly grabbed by the foreman's and are shoved against the wall."what are doing here?" The mans voice, aggressive, yet you know who it belonged to, Spike. No very difficult to figure out as you spent at least an hour with him , five times a week, for months.

"Uh, I just left my keys." Spikes grip had loosened on your arms slightly. " Y/n?" Pushing him off of you,"yes, yes it's me , thanks for attacking me, " It was pitch black in your office , only the light from the moon , now on your face , part of it anyways.

"Well, Bloody hell, love you shouldn't be in an evil law firm by your lonesome , especially at night."

"What you are going to eat me now?" Spike wasn't even a foot away; if he was a live you'd feel his breath on your face. Instead the cold air surrounded you, Spikes arm above your head closing you in, only being able to look at his face , an outline of it. "Oh, you'd just love that, wouldn't you,pet?" You had scoffed lightly at him.

"Shut up, my foods getting cold , and I don't like it in here." Ducking under Spikes arm, grabbing your food and key, before making your way out your office and the building. Spike following you ,but the security guard was gone and the door was locked , no way out.

"Well isn't that bloody brilliant."

"There's no way we are getting out of here , till morning ,"

"Can't we call someone?"

"I don't know , do you have anyone's number?" That was it , you both had headed back to your office , found some candle, since the electricity had been turned off, at on the floor with your food. You weren't sure why he decided to stay with you , maybe it was just that you had food.

Your back against the sofa , as you both ate , you were in no doubt that you were talking tomorrow off. You knew you or Spike was going to have to sleep on the sofa, ah yes perfect, back pains. "Why were you here so late anyways?" After finishing your mouthful of food, why Spike would want to lurk here at night , that was unknown.

"Just snooping through Angels stuff, then I heard you, so."

"Ah, of course." Smirking at you , leaning back his palms behind him, sideways on from you, uh , you're not Ryan Reynolds? Actual um, sorry but you're hotter. Your food all gone , except the small amount of drink left.

"Honestly this couldn't be a better day, my keys fell down the side of the sofa , and I didn't realise until I went home. Then this happened , and now we are stuck here, when I could be at home, sleeping."

"It's not so bad, you could've been stuck here with Angel, love."

" You really don't like Angel, I'm not surprised he makes small problems seem unsolvable. Yet within a couple of hours , all is fine. Actually that sounds a lot like me, over thinking everything. But yeah Angels is a bit of an arse."

Spike only smirking at you, in return.

Glancing at your watch , 12:03 , you were only lucky that Spike was able to pick the lock on the toilets. Otherwise you don't know what you would've done, ah yes, peeing yourself in front a rather good looking , dead man. Leaving your office to go pee again , before returning rubbing your eyes as you walked through the door.

"Are you going to get some sleep, love?" Spike had cleaned up all the rubbish, throwing it all away, you wouldn't expect that from dead guy, former mummy's boy. "Uh, if the sofa wasn't built like a rock, yes , but since that's the case no." Settling back onto the floor, careful not to catch on fire, as you crossed passed some of candles.

Instead of Spike replying yet , he had stood up and made his way to the sofa , plopping himself onto it, with poof. "You got to be joking love , you clearly never have lived in a crypt." W h at was it wish vampires living in crypts , or complaining that their huge cold dick will spilt a human in half. Turning to face the sofa, not being able to see Spike, letting out a dry laugh.

"Yeah that doesn't convince me, are you just so old that you don't remember that every day at lunch that I sit on that sofa with you?" Spike had sat up to look at you with a glare ,yet again scoffing. "Well then , Pet, how about you come lay on me, I'm very comfortable."

Without thought you had gotten up , and thrown yourself onto Spike, both groaning as your back slammed into Spikes chest. He was lucky really that your butt bone , not tail bone, the top of your leg one, didn't smash into his parts. Instead he had wrapped around you so you were stuck in place. "I see what you are doing."

"And what is that?"

"I body slammed you, now you're cuddling with me? Mental , you're an ice cube, yeahh sureeee so comfortable, I love being engulfed by Vanilla ice." Not that he looked much like Vanilla ice but it's a little funny, not really but.

"Hey, I won't stand to be your cushion , with your bullying."

"Didn't you kill hundreds of people? And you get defensive when I call you Robert van Wrinkle?" Turning your head to look up to Spike who was looking down on you, shuffling so that you were laying next to the sofa back and on Spike with your hand on his chest.

"Love,I'll eat you, try sleep." This isn't a Loki imagine when he kidnaps you and it turns out he's a vampire , and he gets busy and drinks your blood for a fetish. Spikes arms around your shoulder , eventually falling asleep with your head on his chest.

Everything was fine, until Wesley and the rest of them had came looking for you. As you was supposed to be in a meeting with them in the morning , so was Spike but they were worried for you.

"Couldn't they do that at home?"

"Can I poke them with a stick?"

"Ah yes, poke the mass murdering vampire , very smart ,Gunn. "

No consideration of being quiet, you both had been woken, it wouldn't be that surprising if Spike was pretending to be asleep , to avoid talking to people he didn't like very much except Fred.

Waking up to see a bunch of people just smiling at you at , wasn't the best. "So, Spike what about Buffy?" Sitting up ,before standing up from Spike, must've hurt having a whole body on you all night , maybe it didn't effect him because he has super strength? Spike just turned to sit on the sofa , unimpressed facial expression, hunched.

"Buffy has her own life, I'm not apart of it."

"I-is this all you came her for? To wake us? And taunt? I'm taking the day off ," No uncertainty that you wanted to get home, and shower and eat. You had looked back at Spike who had looked back , standing up. "I'll drive you." Grabbing your bag, before bow in front of Angel for whatever reason. "Thank you so much for locking us in an evil law firm all night. Bye Fred, Wesley, Gunn , Lorne."

"Bye hon." Lorne was always a sweetheart , wishing that every guy was like him, kindest soul and very much cute. Spike and you had left after you had sent Lorne a smile. Walking out with bed hair and day old clothes , not that Spike had offered his arm but you were still holding onto to walk.

Walking past Harmony, she had sent daggers your way, why doesn't she just kidnap Orlando Bloom or something. Gripping onto Spikes arm tighter , walking down the stairs, not falling this time, thankfully. Before you made it to Angels' car park, and got into one of this favourite cars. "Uh, are we supposed to be taking Angels car?"

"What? It's mine, love, what are you going on about?" Opening the the car door at the same time , settling in the seats before slamming the door shut. The windows of the car , made from the same glass that wolfram & Hart was supplied with, since the cars were supplied by wolfram & Hart for Angel, a vampire. That also meant that Spike could drive in the sunlight protected.

"Okay, okay." Once you had made it into your building car park, Spike had walked with you up to your door. Being finally able to unlock your door, with your shopping ,lucky there wasn't any fridge nor freezer items. Turning back to Spike who just stood at your door, grinning slightly.

"T-thank you for staying with me yesterday, and for driving me home." A small blush upon your face, it wasn't unknown to you that you had developed a crush on Spike , how couldn't you? "That's alright ,love." Still stood in front of you, looking into your e/c eyes , you staring into his brightly lit blue ones. He was waiting for you to say or to do something.

Leaning to the side of his face, to press a peck onto his pale toned cheek. Instead of course , he had turned and you ended up pressing your lips , onto his briefly. Pulling away red cheeked , Spike now smirking at you again. "H-hey um, do you want to come and watch Lord of the rings with me?" You weren't sure what you was supposed to say after kissing someone accidentally.

"I would," thus that you held your door open wide, "I invite you into my home."

Therefore, you watched Lord of the rings with a dead man.

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kayywinchester · 4 years

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The Honest Truth

Jack Kline x Winchester!Reader

Word Count 1,895

Warnings: mention of surgery, brief mention of blood/bodily fluids, prescription drug use (not abuse), sibling teasing, brief mention of nudity, fluff.

Request: From @mrswinchester29: “Hi please can I have a winchester sister imagine where I have my wisdom teeth taken out and I'm loopy from the medicine and they boys ask me lots of questions to get an honest response ( who scratched baby , who ate the last slice of pie , who's my favourite brother ect) and I then admit I'm in love with jack and then jack and cas tell the boys to stop and the next morning we talk about it thanks and please can you tag me when it's done xx”

A/N: I hope this is mostly accurate. I didn’t have general anesthesia when I had my wisdom teeth removed, only local anesthesia. But, I’ve had several surgeries, and I know what it’s like to wake up from anesthesia/be on pain meds. So, I based this on my experiences. Enjoy! Feedback is appreciated.

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Your brothers hovered over you, their stupid grins wider than you ever remember seeing them. The room was spinning, and… Sam had something in his teeth. You giggled and pointed, but the words didn’t quite come out as planned.

“Ha! Teethies!” you chuckled, leaning a little to the side. Damn anesthesia. Luckily someone had propped you up with pillows on each side, keeping you from falling face-first to the ground.

Dean nearly lost it as he beamed down at you. “Yes, sis. Sam has teeth—” He could barely keep from laughing. “And you’re missing a few now.”

Your eyes widened. “I’m missing my teeth?!” you shrieked through the rolled gauze that crowded your cheeks. Your hands flew to your face, instantly making contact with the ice pack that was tied around your head. You winced.

“No, Y/N. You had your wisdom teeth removed. They needed to come out,” Castiel reiterated. Where the hell did he come from?

“Dean squatted down in front of you and smiled. “Y/N, how do you feel right now?” he inquired without a hint on concern on his face.

“Uh, I feel fine,” you muttered, drooling a little onto your chin. Sam quickly wiped your chin with a paper towel.

“Any pain?”

You tried to shake your head, but everything began to spin. “Nope!”

“Good. I wouldn’t want my little sister hurting.” He was chuckling a little. You giggled with him, not quite sure what was so funny. But, just hearing his laugh made you laugh.

“I have a question, Y/N. Which one of us do you want to help take care of you until you feel better?” Dean interrogated with that usual grin. You looked between Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack, who stood behind everyone with a concerned gaze.

“Uh, Sam.” You answered bluntly. Dean scoffed and stood back up.

“Hey! I’m a great nurse!” he teased you. You shook your head a little.

“Sam’s nicer. He teases less,” you answered honestly. “He isn’t an asshole.” Everyone but you and Jack laughed.

“Hey! Be nice, Y/N,” Dean joked, rubbing your shoulder. “I’m not that bad.” He glanced over at Cas, then Sam. “But, I have to know, who stole my candy out of my desk drawer?” He smiled down at you.

You leaned back a little, then giggled. “I forgot about that!” you exclaimed in a muffled tone. You grinned. “That was me.”

Dean rolled your eyes and sighed. “I should have known.” Then, he leaned a little further in. “But what about the pie I bought last week? I put it in the fridge, but it was half gone the next morning.” He turned to Sam. “And Sam won’t eat lemon meringue.”

You furrowed your brow. “Yes, he does!” You sucked in a breath, exposing your blood-tinged gauze. “He shared with me.”

Dean’s eyes widened as he spun towards Sam. “You little fucking liar,” he snarled, shoving Sam’s shoulder. Sam swatted him.

“Dude, she’s drugged. She could be lying.” Dean shook his head, laughing.

“Oh, no. I remember when you got your wisdom teeth pulled. It was like you took a truth potion.” Dean smirked, then turned back to you.

“Alright, then.” Sam huffed, deciding to play along. “Did you steal my headphones? The good ones?” He folded his arms over his chest. “They’ve been missing for a few weeks now, and Dean has his own.”

You shook your head but couldn’t hold in the giggle. “Noooo,” you groaned. Sam just rolled his eyes.

“Yeeeees,” he countered. “I know you have them. I spotted them on your desk a few days ago.” His gaze narrowed.

“Fiiine, yes,” you confessed finally. One of your hands reached up, pressing the ice pack a little firmer against your skin.

Dean turned to Sam again and chuckled again. Sam smirked at his brother and nodded. “How about we have Cas be your nurse for the night?” Dean continued. “I’m sure you’d love to have Cas stare at you all night awkwardly from the corner of the room,” Dean teased, shooting Cas a smile. Cas didn’t return the gesture, not even offering a chuckle.

You frowned. “No, that’s creepy!” you grunted. “Sorry, love you Cas.” You nudged the irritated angel, who offered a half-smile. He was no fun.

Sam huffed a laugh. “What about Jack? Then he can stare at you all night.” You glanced over at the young half-angel, forcing your heart to race. Hmm, that wasn’t a bad idea.

“He’d see me naked when I change!” You drooled a little again, which Cas eventually wiped off your chin when Sam neglected to do so.

Dean’s eyebrow wiggled. “You don’t want Jack to see you naked?” he interrogated playfully, shooting Jack a quick glance. He looked away, his cheeks flushed.

You grinned as much as you could. “I wouldn’t mind. He’s the hot angel. Sorry, Cas.” Castiel’s eyes widened a little, but Jack’s eyes were like saucers. “Mmmm.”

You groaned a little as your jaw began to ache again. But, your brothers didn’t notice. They were too busy howling with laughter.

“Is that why you always want to be right next to him in the car? You wanna feel him against you—”

“That’s enough, Dean. She doesn’t know what she’s saying,” Cas commanded, taking a step towards you. His arm slipped under your armpit and lifted you onto your feet. “She doesn’t know what’s going on. She’s still feeling the effects of the anesthesia.”

“Oh, c’mon Cas! She knows it’s a joke! Were her brothers!” Dean argued, reaching for your other arm.

Jack blocked Dean’s reach, shooting him a dark scowl. “Leave her alone! She just had surgery. She needs to rest, not answer stupid questions!” Dean took a step back, his eyes locked on Jack. But, Jack stood his ground for another few moments, allowing Cas to pull you from the scene.

Sam sighed. “He’s right, Dean. She’s high as a kite on those pain meds.”

Dean huffed. “Fine, party pooper.” Then, your older brother turned away, rolling his eyes.

A few days later, you finally felt a lot better. You were able to eat normally again, and you weren’t in any more pain. And, best of all, your mind was clear.

Everyone other than Cas had left you alone for the last few days, giving you the silence you needed to rest. Sam occasionally texted you from his room to ask if you needed anything. But, other than that, they gave you space.

But today, you were ready to venture out into the rest of the bunker.

Your stomach growled reminding you that you were fucking starving. So, you headed for the kitchen in search of lunch.

The moment you crossed the threshold, you stopped dead in your tracks. Jack stood at the counter, leaning over something that he was dishing onto a plate.

Jack turned when he heard your footsteps, greeting you with a smile.

“Hi, Y/N.” He turned, revealing his plate with two slices of pizza. He glanced down at the plate, then back at you. “Would you like a slice of pizza? Dean ordered it yesterday, and there is a lot left over.” You smiled.

“Sure, Jack. Thanks.” You watched him slide his plate onto the counter.

“How are you feeling?” he inquired, grabbing another plate.

“Back to normal, thank goodness. I never knew that having a few teeth pulled was such an ordeal.” You accepted the plate of steaming pizza from Jack, nodding in thanks.

“Glad to hear.” He grabbed his plate and headed for the small kitchen table. “That medication really affected you.” You frowned as you took the seat across from him.

“Uh, yeah. I guess it did. I don’t really remember a whole lot.” You stared down at your pizza. “I don’t really like that stuff.”

Jack took a bite, then wiped his face. “You were… really honest about a lot of things. Your brothers, mostly Dean, asked you a lot of questions.”

“What type of questions?” you snapped, suddenly not hungry. Sam and Dean were always pranking you, and always wanted to find ways to humiliate you.

Jack’s cheeks reddened a little. “Well, they asked if you stole Sam’s headphones, and who ate Dean’s candy stash.” You giggled. Of freaking course they did.

“Well, that would explain where the headphones went.” You sighed, then finally took a bite of your pizza. “What else did they ask? What my laptop password was?”

Jack remained quiet for a moment, then sighed. “They asked you who you wanted to take care of you while you recovered. At first, you said Sam because Dean is an ‘asshole’. But, Dean teased you some more and, well, you said some things about me.” Your heart nearly leapt from your chest.

“What did I say?” you deadpanned. Jack placed his pizza crust onto his plate and swallowed thickly.

“You said that you wouldn’t mind me being your nurse and seeing you naked. And, you said I was the hotter angel.” His face was bright red at this point, and he was avoiding eye contact. You were almost certain that you were going to throw up the three bites of pizza you had taken. But, after a deep breath, you calmed yourself.

“I said that, huh? Wow. It’s amazing what we say when something is altering our minds.” You stared down at your chilling pizza, unable to move. Jack was smart enough to know that you were trying to make an excuse. He knew you meant everything you said on those meds. Plus, you were still coming down from anesthesia. That combo was like Professor Snape’s truth serum.

“Yeah, it sounded like you were telling the truth about everything else.” Okay, there was no getting out of this.

“I-I was, Jack. The honest truth. I don’t think I could have lied if I tried.” You lifted your head and met his gaze.

“You think I’m hot?” Jack asked. His voice was almost painfully innocent.

You smiled. “Among other things.”

“Like what?” Jack asked with a mouthful of pizza. He seemed interested, but abnormally nonchalant about the whole thing.

“Well, you’re kind and smart. Oh, and very supportive. I always feel like you have my back no matter what I’m trying to do.”

“I do.” Jack smiled up at you, a small amount of sauce plaguing his lip.

Your fingers toyed with the edge of your plate. “I know Jack. And that’s what I love about you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” Your eyes widened painfully fast.

“W-What?”

Jack finished his last bite, then wiped his face. “I feel the same way you tdo. At least, the way I think you feel. You have romantic feelings for me, don’t you?” His striking blue eyes locked on yours. You felt oddly calm now, almost relieved.

“Yeah, Jack. I do.” His rosy lips curled into an amiable smile. You mimicked the gesture, reaching out your hand. He took it happily.

“It’s really nice to hear that from you when you’re not so… inebriated,” Jack confessed. You giggled, squeezing his hand.

“And it’s the honest truth,” you reassured him.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, completely silent. You didn’t care what the next move was, or if anyone walked in. You just held Jack’s hand in yours, grateful for the honesty that pain medication forced out of you.

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kiss the sun [kim taehyung]

not requested

word count: 4228

genre: taehyung x reader, mainly fluff, with an angsty scene

warnings: mentions of depression, little mention of blood

author’s note: i thought of or discovered the term ‘kiss the sun’ and i was dying to write something about it, so i did. at first it was with hobi, because hobi, but then i changed it to taehyung because the more i wrote, i was like, “this is more like taehyung”. before you read, i’m sorry for any mistakes and inconsistencies 😂😂

please do not copy my work. but please like and reblog it. thank you!!!!

you always enjoyed the sun more than the moon. sure, at night, the moon was beautiful, and you could actually look and admire it without your eyes melting out of their sockets. but the sun. it was ethereal. the sun brought you warmth and comfort. the moon never gave you a sense of security or warmth, instead you felt cold and empty. the sun was your only way of reassuring yourself that you were still alive, that you weren’t numb to everything.

your eyes were closed. you could see the light from the star on the other side of your eyelids, and the warmth you felt made you smile slightly. you felt at peace, content even, that was until something knocked into the side of your face. you were stunned for a moment as pain immediately erupted in your nose and face.

finally, you had the courage to open your eyes, enough to see a young male with wide, fearful eyes running towards you. he was a little blurry in your vision, or perhaps that was because you’d just been knocked in the head by something. “miss? miss? are you okay?” he asked.

you simply stared at him, as if you were incapable of forming words. your head ached terribly, and you couldn’t necessarily think. “hm?” you managed to reply.

then the male was in front of your face, as clear as day. your own eyes widened, but not in fear. it was surprising how hot and handsome he looked. his skin was so clear, sun-kissed, radiant, as the sun shined in front of him. he had removed his sunglasses long ago and was now squinting. his brown eyes found yours before seeming to go to your nose. “i feel so stupid.”

your eyebrows knitted, leading to you to wince when the action made your nose scrunch slightly. the male looked at you with apologetic eyes as he searched for something. “what? why?” you finally managed to say to him, bringing a hang up to your head.

the stranger looked at you, concerned, but also wondering if you were joking or not. he laughed, “miss, i just hit you with a soccer ball.”

you stared at him, “what?”

then he pointed to your nose. “that’s why your nose is bleeding.”

finally you registered everything. “o-oh.” you laughed shyly.

he smiled at you and you blushed slightly.

“do you have any tissues?”

you thought for a second before fishing into your small bag, pulling out a pack of tissues. “i got it.” you said, taking one and placing it underneath your nose.

the young and handsome male remained, sitting in front of you. he turned around after some time, giving his friends a thumbs up. they grinned, sending one back. they had retrieved the soccer ball at some point, passing it around again.

“i’m really sorry.” the male spoke, breaking the semi-awkward silence between you.

“it’s okay.” you said, checking to see if you were still bleeding. you were, but not as severely as before.

“no, i was trying to show off, i kicked as hard as i could and didn’t realize you were directly in my path.”

you chuckled, your laugh sounding nasally. “i was just laying down in the grass, i should’ve been paying attention.”

he laughed. his gaze was on the grass underneath him. he was tugging on the blades of grass.

“you can go back to your friends. i’m okay.”

he met your eyes finally. the way he looked at you made your insides turn, you were blushing again. you laughed nervously. “are you sure?” he asked.

you nodded, which caused your head to throb slightly, but you still smiled. “it’s all good.”

the male flashed a bright, relieved smile on your face. “perhaps you should baske in the sun somewhere else, just in case i try to show off again.”

you laughed with him. you agreed, but you wondered if you shouldn’t. this man was cute, and you found yourself staring at him. you felt as if you wanted to get closer to him. however, at the thought of you actually voicing said feelings to him, you felt embarrassed. you flashed him a smile as the handsome male stood up from his spot in front of you and left. you watched him walk away with a heavy weight in your heart. you couldn’t help but think that you passed up on your chance of getting a boyfriend.

you’ve always felt that way, at least since middle school. you were always the friend that was a second choice, and even then you often found that your then friends enjoyed hanging out with each other, leaving you out. you’ve felt lonely, as in no one would ever choose you. the feeling of emptiness and loneliness had become your closest friend for a while. now you had a few close friends, some that were enough to lift you out from your dark pit, but they couldn’t lift you high enough. sometimes your dark and anxious thoughts got the best of you. nevertheless, they tried to be there for you.

you sighed, the warmth of the sun reminding you that no matter where you were, you were never alone. it was like a hug, only, at this point you were sweating and thirsty.

after sitting for a few seconds, you removed the now dry tissue from your nose. after a few more safety-measuring dabs, you came to the conclusion that your nose was no longer bleeding. you were thankful that it wasn’t broken. how scary would that be… and even though your head still ached, you were alright.

you glanced over in the direction of the kind and attractive male, finding him now joking and laughing with his group of friends. there were seven on them in total, how you wished you had that many friends. all of them were of equal attractiveness, but your eyes kept getting drawn to the one that had accidentally kicked at you. you blushed again at the memory.

finally, you heaved yourself up to your feet, grabbing your bag. you’ve had enough sunshine, now it was getting hot.

—

you came back to the same park the next day, this time it was to do some work. you were an aspiring writer, specifically wanting to go into young adult fiction. you enjoyed actually writing things in a notebook, and if you liked it, you’d type it. you put in some earphones and picked a summery playlist to listen to.

a few minutes into your little work session, something tapped against your knee. you took out an earphone as you noticed that it was a soccer ball. immediately, your heart began to beat faster and your stomach twisted. could it be?

you looked up finding him again. he was alone, and seemed to have intentionally kicked the ball towards you, only this time much, much softer. your eyes widened as you realized he had waved and was now walking over to you.

you hurriedly put everything down and took out your earphones. he was already sitting down when you brushed your shirt with your hands and adjusted your hair. sweet laughter filled your ears, causing you to turn your head and finally look at him.

“good morning.” he said.

his voice was soft, like the blanket you were sitting on.

you blushed, smiling slightly. “good morning. what a coincidence finding you here.”

“is it really a coincidence?”

you looked at him while he flickered his eyebrows up and down. you grinned, shaking your head. “you came alone today.”

he shrugged. “yeah, i didn’t tell my friends where i was going.”

“oh?”

it was his turn to laugh this time. “yeah.”

you studied him, his side profile. you could see the side of his eyes underneath his sunglasses. his prominent cheekbones seemed to reflect the sun as they shined. his jawline looked extremely...kissable? you were going to say sharp but your thoughts just had to trail down that road.

“so what’s your name?”

you nearly choked on air. “my name? it’s y/n.”

“y/n.” he repeated quietly, nodding his head. “i’m kim taehyung.”

“taehyung.”

he laughed a deep laugh. his voice was unexpectedly deep, you noticed this when he first spoke to you yesterday. he was surreal.

“what?”

“nothing, nothing.”

taehyung asked, “how’s your nose and head doing?”

“fine.” you replied, “my head still kind hurts but my nose is swell.”

you both shared a laugh. “is it anything that ice cream won’t help?”

you looked at him. “are you asking me as a date?”

he had seemed to confident before. but after asking him that, taehyung’s back slouched as he sat up. before he had been resting back on his hands, his legs kicked out in front of him. now his legs were crossed underneath him while he seemed to anxiously rub the back of his neck. his cheeks mimicked your red blanket.

“is that a yes?”

“does it change your answer?” he asked you, nervously looking over at you.

you anxiously chewed on your lower lip. after pausing slightly, wanting to tease him, you finally replied, “no.”

taehyung blew out a relieved breath. “fine. perhaps it’s a date.”

you grinned, cheeks aching from your smile. “ice cream sounds great.”

minutes later you were back at your spot, sitting on your blanket. you had your favorite ice cream in a small cup while taehyung had a cone. you and him ate silently, that was until taehyung asked you, “what were you doing?”

“what do you mean?”

“that notebook you had in your lap, before i walked over.”

“oh, it was just...stuff. i like to write. ”

“oh cool. that’s fascinating.”

you blushed. “yeah.”

taehyung flashed you a box-shaped smile, and it drew your eyes to his lips. he was so handsome, cute even.

“do you come to this park a lot?” you decided to ask him, with the intention of getting to know him better.

taehyung licked his ice cream, shrugging slightly. “actually, our first time was yesterday. we usually go to another one, but one of my friends moved to a new apartment nearby so we decided to check it out. it’s a nice park. what about you?”

you were a little insecure about your answer because you weren’t sure what he’d think if he learned your came everyday, if the weather was nice. after a little contemplation, you realized he was waiting for a reply. so you decided to go for it. “uh, i come here almost everyday actually.”

“oh, really?” his smile seemed to grow. “so hypothetically if i came back here tomorrow, you would be here?”

you looked at him, quite surprised. just yesterday, you were thinking of the encounter, and thinking that you’d never talk to him again, much less see him. and yet here he was, having asked you on an ice cream date, and asking if he’d see you tomorrow. your heart was close to beating out of your chest.

“i mean, yeah, yeah,” you laughed, “i’ll be here.”

he grinned, cheeks and smile reflecting the sun once more.

—

just as he said he would, taehyung found you in the same spot at the park. this time you had spent majority of the morning cooking. you thought you and him could have a picnic, if he actually came. luckily he did. your heart would be broken if he didn’t.

you and him ate your food. he often complimented you. taehyung was genuine. you could tell he wasn’t joking or lying so that it didn’t hurt you. he genuinely enjoyed your cooking. hearing those words made your heart pound, and your confidence to skyrocket.

you and taehyung also talked a lot, getting to know each other. he liked to make you laugh by being goofy and making jokes. and when he successfully made you laugh, you wouldn’t catch him smiling fondly and staring at you.

after two hours, taehyung complained that he was roasting. you could see little droplets of sweat race down his cheeks by his ears. you couldn’t meet his eyes for some reason.

“how can you stand it?” he said while fanning himself.

you pulled apart a small bite from your bread, only you didn’t eat it.

“i like the sun.”

taehyung, noticing your change in tone, looked at you with concern (and worry, worried he might’ve said something wrong that made you upset). he didn’t say anything. instead, taehyung waited for you.

“i like the sun because it reminds me that even when i’m in my darkest moments, there’s always light, that i’m not as alone as i feel.”

taehyung felt his heart crack. to learn that you sometimes weren’t mentally healthy broke him. he’s had moments like that himself, and he could remember the feeling of wanting someone there.

taehyung looked away from your eyes. he looked down at your hands, how you were turning that little piece of bread over and over with no intention of eating it. he felt the urge to hold it, to caress it, to kiss it and tell you that it was okay. that he was there now. but it was only the third day. it was too early for that.

taehyung would wait for you.

you suddenly laughed. “sorry, i didn’t mean to ruin the mood.”

taehyung shook his head. “no no, it’s totally okay. i didn’t mean to upset you or anything.”

“anyway, i just like the warmth of the sun. it’s comforting. i know it gets hot but some times i don’t even think about it.

“do you get sunburnt at all?”

you met his eyes, laughing as you nodded. “sometimes i forget the sunscreen.”

he laughed alongside you.

—

for two months, this continued. you and taehyung would often meet at the park, but he also took you to places. lots of dates happened at restaurants, stores, the city, one happened at an aquarium, one happened at an amusement park.

you and taehyung were in love.

he was becoming the sun in your life.

unfortunately, just as things in your life were moving in the right direction, just when you thought you were healing, you woke up in your bed, not wanting to move. you felt like weights were holding you down.

you thought you were doing better. you had been hanging out with taehyung so much, and then on a day when you and him didn’t plan on meeting, you felt tired, socially and emotionally drained. why was is it that you felt this heavy weight of loneliness and depression when you’ve been seeing taehyung? how did that work?

perhaps it was a thought, a thought that came so quickly yet hit you so hard. what if you and taehyung don’t last forever? what if this is just a quick fling for him, when to you it felt like a forever kind of love? you were so in love of him, head over heels. the thought of him not talking to you hurt you. you didn’t want to think about, him leaving you behind, but that’s all that seemed to occupy your mind.

you felt warm tears prick your eyes. this always happened. you feel better, happy, as if you were climbing out of the dark hole all by yourself. but you slip, or maybe intentionally let go, and fall into the darkness again.

you wondered if you should head to the park. the sun would be there, that’s for sure. but you weren’t even in the mood for the sun. that was unusual. you didn’t have the energy to leave your apartment, much less your bed.

you glanced out of your window. you hadn’t closed it all the way last night so a tiny sliver of sun showed through, casting onto your bed. you reached your hand out to feel it’s warmth. it was something, somewhat comforting. but it wasn’t enough.

just then, your phone began to ring. you considered ignoring it. it was still relatively early in the morning, they could think you’re still asleep. but your gut told you that it would do you good, that you needed to answer.

you reached over for your phone, unplugging it from its charger. it was taehyung. you wiped away any remaining tears, taking a deep breath to calm your beating heart. you cleared your throat before answering, bringing your phone up to your ear. “hello?”

“y/n!” he exclaimed excitedly.

you were a little shocked that he was calling you.

the corners of your mouth twitched, tempted to smile at how excited he sounded, but how long would that last with you?

and there the tears were again. you tried to hold them back. taehyung didn’t need to know. they were just silly insecurities.

but he must’ve heard your breathing, the little whimper in the back of your throat.

“y/n?” he called your name in a gently and concerned tone.

“hm?”

“are you okay?”

you could hear how worried he’d become. he had been happy one second, and now he was serious. his tone of voice, his deep, comforting voice, caused your stomach to twist. he had asked the very question you were hoping he wouldn’t ask, because you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop.

“no.” you finally admitted, your voice barely audible through the phone.

you heard taehyung move around, seeming to grab some keys. “what’s wrong?” he asked. “do you want me to come over? i’m coming over.”

you shook your head. “you don’t need to. it’s fine.”

“it’s not. please don’t hide from me.”

your heart cracked, aching in your chest.

“please don’t push me away.”

his tone of voice, he was practically begging, and it was causing you to hurt even more.

taehyung kept you on the phone until he arrived at your apartment. he knocked three times. you didn’t feel like getting out of bed but taehyung didn’t have a key to your apartment to let himself in. it had only been two months after all.

you hauled your body up, sighing as you left the comforting warmth of your sheets and bed. you walked to your front door and opened it.

taehyung was panting on the other side. you recalled him running while talking to you.

then, unexpectedly, with no warning or greeting, he pulled you into a tight hug. and you broke down. “i’m sorry.” your voice was muffled.

taehyung lightly pushed you forward into the apartment, kicking the door shut with his foot. he never let go. “don’t be sorry.”

his warmth was soothing. it was like the sun was hugging you, only this time, it was an actual human being, with skin and bones with warmth. it wasn’t just some star millions miles away. this was kim taehyung.

after a few minutes, you had calmed down and pulled away, wandering into your bedroom. it was slightly a mess but after crying in front of taehyung, that was the least of your concern. you plopped down onto it, you face feeling puffy.

you sighed.

taehyung was a little nervous being in your bedroom but he was worried about you. he climbed on top of your covers and laid down next to you, watching you. “do you want to talk about it?”

you hesitated. “i’m scared.” you began. “i’ve always been the second or last choice for someone. i’ve never been the best friend. i’ve been the one that gets pushed out or left behind. i’ve been the one that everyone said, ‘ew. not her.’ taehyung, i’m scared that with you i’m going to be forgotten, left behind, unloved. i can't help but think that this isn’t going to last, and it scares me. i hate it.”

taehyung didn’t say anything as you turned onto your side and curled into a ball. he stared at your form, wondering what he should say. however, instead of speaking with words, taehyung scooted closer and wove his arms through yours, wrapping them around your torso. other than hugging, this was the most intimate you’ve been with him, and to say the least, it was taking your mind off of things. the young male cuddled into your back, conveying that he wasn’t going to forget you or leave you behind. the way he held you seemed to push away most of your negative thoughts and feelings. it was as if he’d place a blanket of relief over your shoulders.

you didn’t want to cry again, but you felt the waterworks. taehyung lifted his head up, “y/n.”

you laughed, music to taehyung’s ears.

you turned around in his arms, facing him. he was blushing just as much as he was at the close proximity of your faces. you placed your hands under your head as cushions as you stared at him. “i’m not crying because i’m sad. i’m just thankful that you’re here for me.”

taehyung grinned. he felt relieved that he was doing a good job. “what do you say we get out of the house?”

you quirked an eyebrow up to him. “and go where?”

“hmm, the park?”

you rolled your eyes, but smiled widely.

moments later, taehyung waited in your living room while you changed into other clothes in your bedroom. taehyung was patient with you, something you really admired. and when you stepped out, he stared at you and smiled, “you look beautiful.”

you hadn’t even tried, but taehyung’s compliment sparked a little blush in your cheeks. you presented a shy smile to him as you crossed the room. “shall we go?”

you and taehyung walked alongside each other towards the park. however, a few minutes into the walk, you had the courage to hold him hand, the type where you lace your fingers with his. couples do that, right?

the surprised yet flustered look taehyung tried to hide from you caused you to laugh.

finally, you picked a spot underneath the sun. taehyung didn’t complain, although he did eyeball a good spot underneath a tree. you sighed contently as you felt the sun’s warmth on your skin. you needed this, taehyung knew you needed this. he knew you liked the sun, he just hoped he could make you as happy as the sun did.

you and taehyung hadn’t let go of each other’s hands. you and him sat down together with them interlocked. sure, it was growing hotter and both of your hands were becoming clammy, but that didn’t bother you or him.

taehyung decided to lay back, pulling you down with him. there was something different about laying underneath the sun, compared to sitting underneath it.

no words had to be said between you. the moment was comfortable, light, warming even. you turned your head, leaves and grass crinkling and rustling underneath your hair as you did so. you admired his side profile. his eyes were closed, his skin radiant and golden in the sunlight. he was shining like the sun, absolutely stunning.

“are you staring at me?” he asked, opening an eye.

you blushed and looked away. “perhaps.”

taehyung grinned, laughing slightly. then he turned and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “you’re adorable.”

you gasped and blushed at the action, and taehyung simply proudly smiled. he seemed unfazed, as if you had simply imagined that he’d kissed your cheek. it had happened fast.

you wondered if you get him back. so after a few minutes of doing nothing, hoping that he wasn’t expecting you to retaliate, you practically turn your entire body and press a kiss to his cheek, your lips smacking in the process.

taehyung flinched but grinned. he was scared by how fast you moved. you laughed loudly, proud of yourself for getting him back.

“is that how it’s going to be?” he inquired.

you knitted your eyebrows in confusion. “what do you mean?”

then taehyung sat up, keeping an elbow for support on the ground. you didn’t know what he was doing until his free hand gently held your face, the skin by your ear and jawline burning underneath his warm, soft skin. your eyes were wide when he pressed his plump lips to yours, but you quickly melted into it.

the rather intimate kiss was slow. taehyung must’ve been taking his time, trying to taste you, to feel you. you had forgotten you were in the middle of a park, a children friendly park. it didn’t matter, not with the intensity of this kiss, the heat and love and passion that erupted from it. but taehyung pulled away, lingering slightly. “do you know how long i’ve been wanting to do that?”

you blushed, looking straight into his dark eyes. “for a while?”

he pursed his lips, nodding.

“not gonna lie,” you said, smirking, “i felt like i was kissing the sun.”

taehyung smiled down at you, caressing your cheek bone with his thumb. “good.” was all he said.

the man above you did not hesitate to kiss you again, this time a lot more harshly. you couldn’t get enough of him. you finally felt complete with him. taehyung’s lips conveyed all the right messages to you, that he was just as in love with you as you were with him, that he was going to be by your side as long as you want him to be, that he was going to love you until the ends of the earth.

#bts boulangerie #bts #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bts kim taehyung #bts taehyung #bts v #kim taehyung #taehyung #v #bts one shot #bts fluff #bts angst #bts imagine #bts scenario #taehyung one shot #kpop

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feistypaants-archived · 4 years

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Between The Pipes [Chapter 20]

Rating: M Words: 2130 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When a new owner takes over the Arendelle Ice Breakers, Kristoff isn’t sure about his future with the team. That is, until a PR nightmare throws the newest member of the media team, who also just so happens to be the daughter of the new owner, right into his arms. Kristoff and Anna can’t even stand the interviews they have to do together… how on earth are they going to fix this mess? Hockey!AU.

[Chapter Index]

Where To Read: [AO3]

Notes: In which Kristoff shows his fondness for children and Anna wants him to Nut With Purpose.

I know I had said there would be smut.... but this chapter was long enough........ So i’m going to add a chapter of their date after this night and there u will have the smut. I also literally just finished this so i hope it’s fine I cba to read it LMFAO.

OKAY. BYE.

Enjoy!

Kristoff couldn’t lie, the last month had probably been the best of his life. He had bounced back in the game and was playing better than he had in a long time, he had an excuse to do all sort of touristy and cheesy things that he had denied himself in the past, and he had Anna, warm and generous and enthusiastic, burrowing under his skin most nights a week, filling in all the cracks he hadn’t realized were there.

She congratulated and comforted in a similar fashion, her mouth hot on his skin as she brought him to climax. Though sometimes he celebrated or mourned by taking her as rough as she was okay with, his teeth nipping at her creamy throat before his tongue soothed the ache. There was a fire between them that burned brighter with each encounter, raging wildly through their veins with no intention of cooling down.

He knew, each time he left her apartment and felt the small ache of loss in his chest, that this was quickly becoming something more than he was ready for, but he couldn’t risk losing her. Not now. Not when she kissed him with such ease, not when she looked so cute as she struggled to wrap her arms around him in all of his gear, and definitely not when she could fuck him within an inch of his life and still leave him begging for more.

He never stopped flirting with her. He couldn’t. Winks and smirks and kisses below the ear with something filthy whispered as he pulled away had become his norm. He wanted her all the time… and he got her, whenever he wanted her.

And Anna got him, whenever she wanted him.

This new easiness that came from near-constant release gave him a sort of laser focus he didn’t even know he was capable of. Sven teased him that that’s what happens when you have sex after four years worth of dry spells. A newfound ability to not be distracted by how badly you want to fuck.

Kristoff punched him in the arm, but didn’t really disagree.

Today was the children’s event, where local children’s teams of mites, squirts, and pee-wees came out to play with the team and get some invaluable experience learning from professionals. It was undoubtedly Kristoff’s favorite event. He absolutely adored hanging out with the kids, letting them shoot pucks on him, and playing alongside the mini-goalies who all looked up at him with admiration in their eyes.

He wasn’t lying, about wanting a big family.

Everytime he looked at them, he felt his heart clenching.

The media team was filming the event for their website, and Anna was running around doing some quick interviews with some of the players before the kids arrived.

“Babe,” Kristoff hollered, quickly getting her attention. “C’mere.”

Her face lit up and she bit at her lip - he’d never get tired of it - before she came over, camera in tow, and grinned up at him, “Yes, honey?”

Kristoff moved swiftly, scooping her up into his arms as she protested, giggles making her seem way less serious, before skating backwards on the ice, his lovely girlfriend gripping his jersey, and the man with the camera jogging out onto the ice after them. “Let’s do some … on-ice interviews, hm?”

And then he set her down to sit on top of his net, skating just out of her reach, knowing she wouldn’t dare jump down in those heels.

“You’ll regret this, Bjorgman.”

“I’m sure I won’t.”

After a few of the teammates humored them and interviewed with her sitting on the net - each and every one commenting on how nice it was that she was closer to their eye level now - Kristoff finally shooed them all away and kindly told the cameraman he didn’t need to film this next part, before wrapping his gloved hands around her back, pulling her closer to the edge of the net and pressing a firm kiss against her mouth. “I can not wait to take you home tonight and -“

Anna cut him off with a hand over his lips and laughed, a blush rising high on her cheeks. “I’m mic’d!”

Then Kristoff heard the meek voice of the cameraman hollering across the ice. “Yeah, she’s definitely mic’d.”

And then he leaned closer to where the tiny microphone sat and said “and fuck your brains out” anyway, causing Anna to shove him away and apologize profusely to the man who had to listen.

“You’re awful.”

“But truthful.”

“So sorry again, Ryder,” Anna called as she turned off the mic pack and waved to the boy whose cheeks were slightly flushed as he tried to focus on getting some b-roll for the video.

“Yeah,” Anna could hear the sarcasm dripping from Kristoff’s lips as he ducked down to bury his nose against her neck. “So, so sorry.”

Kristoff could hear her shortened breaths and feel her quickened pulse beneath his mouth before her hands pushed up against his shoulders. “We’re at work, Kris, you shouldn’t…” He sighed and pulled back, taking in her rosy cheeks and fond smile. “But… later…”

Yes, definitely later. It had been a few days, anyway. “My place? I’ll make you dinner.”

Anna ooohed as she lifted her hands up to touch his cheeks. “I haven’t been to your place…” and then she bit her lip and he felt his heart hammer against his ribcage. “But dinner? With no publicity? Sounds like a date.”

He hummed, bracing his hands on either side of her thighs. “Probably shouldn’t call it that.”

“Probably not…” She winked and ticked a finger under his chin. “Just fueling up for the … marathon.”

Kristoff couldn’t help the little snort that left his nose as she smiled wickedly. He moved quickly to scoop her up, one arm under her knees as he carried her back to the bench. “It’ll be a marathon, all right.

Setting her down gently on the ice, Kristoff helped her hop up onto the platform of the floor outside the rink and felt the smile on his face widen as she pulled him forward by the collar and planted one more kiss against his cheek.

“See you later,” she hummed before turning to head into the lobby, and Kristoff felt his knees weaken just a little beneath his weight.

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The kids showed up a little early, so Anna spent some time learning all of their names and where they were from before they got to go out onto the ice. They ranged from six all the way to thirteen, and she could feel her uterus crying out as each of them shook her hand and bounced with excitement.

Their coaches and parents took them to the locker room to get ready after the Ice Breakers had finished their meeting, and when they came back out, Anna couldn’t help but feel her eyes misting up at the sight of all these kids in full hockey gear. They were too cute.

She leaned over to get closer to eye level, and held out two thumbs up. “Are you guys ready to meet the boys?” They all giggled at the idea of big professional hockey players being called boys, but all started clacking their sticks against the ground as substitution for applause. “Because I know they’re ready to meet you guys.”

Mattias and Sven came up from the ice, gave them all a pep talk, and had everyone organize themselves by position, preparing to partner them up as best as they could. There was almost a one-to-one ratio, but a few of the players would take on two kids at once. Anna gave them all a wave before she headed back out to the bench, sitting and waiting for her next job, watching as Ryder moved around the ice with ease before he settled down to get a good shot of all the tots coming down the runway and onto the ice.

Sven came out first, his voice lowered and booming, and announced them as if they were coming out for a game.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment you’ve been waiting for…” The whole team started banging their sticks on the ice. “Your Miniiiii Iiiiiiice Breeeeakeeeers!!!!”

And they came running, all giggling and shaking their sticks in the air, a parade of excited children doing a lap around the ice as everyone applauded them. Then they lined up against the boards, and Sven skated down the line, telling them which player to go meet up with, grinning wickedly as he sent two towards Kristoff.

Anna watched as one jumped up to hug him immediately, and she literally felt her stomach swoop in excitement. Oh Jesus she wished she could hear what he was saying as he swung the little girl around and smiled brightly up at her. Clearly there was a history there, and she could immediately see why Kristoff wanted so badly to be a father.

He was a natural at it.

He let her go with a smack of his glove over her mask, and got down on one knee to greet the much younger and clearly nervous boy who stood beside them. Kristoff’s smile was bright and inviting as he spoke softly and after a few minutes, he stuck out his mitt, cheering as the little boy gave him a fist bump.

They skated around for a bit, shot some pucks on Kristoff, let Kristoff shoot some pucks on them, and overall were seeming to have a great time.

Anna knew she should have been attempting to pay attention to other people as well, but she could not take her gaze away from Kristoff. And when he looked up and caught her staring, the soft smile that pulled at his cheeks stabbed her in the stomach.

There was no way in hell he’d ever be like that scumbag of a father he had.

Never.

Eventually they had some of the kids skate over to her, and Anna did little interviews with each of them, asking them if they were having fun, what their favorite part of the game was, and who their favorite player was. They were all clearly getting a kick out of the feeling of being interviewed like a professional, and Anna absolutely fed into it, talking to the camera like she did during games as she dismissed each kid.

Finally, god finally, Kristoff came up with his kids, bumping them with his hips and skates as they approached, making them giggles as they tripped and moved to right themselves.

“Well hello,” Anna grinned, working hard to tear her eyes away from Kristoff. “What are your names?”

The girl jumped up immediately, grabbing onto the boards and pushing her little purple mask up over her head. “I’m Lily, and that’s Connor!”

“Hi Lily, and hello, Connor.” Anna shook both of their hands and held up the microphone. “Would either of you like to do a little interview?”

Lily, with her lightly dyed pink hair bouncing on her shoulders, could not have said yes faster, making Anna laugh as she reached for her microphone.

“Connor? Would you?”

He shook his head no before ducking behind Kristoff’s legs, and Anna smiled softly. “Well that’s all right. Lily will do all the talking then, right?”

Kristoff leaned down to Connor and grinned. “It’s okay, buddy, I don’t really like interviews either. Anna usually does most of the talking.”

She snorted before leaning over to Lily, tucking her hair back behind her ear. “All right, Lily. When did you start playing hockey?”

Her smile was wide and she grabbed eagerly at the mic, pulling it close to her mouth. “Krissy came to a program I was in when I was like five and he volunteered with us and he taught us how to skate and then he started teaching us hockey things and I” deep breath, “thought it was really fun so I kept playing and he helped me a lot and now I got adopted and my mommy really loves that I have a passion so she let me keep playing and it’s” another deep breath, “been four years and I still really love it and I’m so happy to be playing and it’s all thanks to Krissy!”

“Ah, jeez, Lilypad,” he pushed against her face with his mitt, her giggles muffled by the sequipment. “Don’t embarrass me.”

“Oh, no, no,” Anna grinned, her eyes flicking up to meet Kristoff’s. “Please tell me more about Krissy.”

She watched with intrigue as his tongue ran against his bottom teeth under his lip, as if he was holding back from what he really wanted to say.

Yeah, she was going to wreck him later. She had no more doubts about that.

#btpfic #feistypantswrites

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dulcetminds · 5 years

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some (concept) playlists

find my spotify here ✨ & my fandom character/ship playlists

this page is updated monthly!!!!

💫 monthly, yearly & get to know me playlists:

monthly mixtape: updated daily and refreshed every month with no correlation to anything what so ever.

twentytwenty: a song for each day of the year

the soundtrack to my life

my favourites

pass the aux cord, fool: car vibes

🍾🌉 playlists based off cliché concepts:

coming of age indie romcom soundtrack: cigeratte burns on film, a first kiss that tastes like beer and chapstick, and laughter falling on train tracks

not another coming of age soundtrack: red party cups and the never-ending feeling of nostalgia

Mother Nature reclaims: a soft apocalypse mix

tragedy in the dark: set in the 90's, you're driving at night on the highway, passing under street signs and street lights that illuminate your lovers tired face as they trace circles on your thigh

rise up!: (a futuristic teenage rebellion playlist) you live in a world full of holograms and plastic food, the government is corrupt and somewhere out there is a bunch of rebels that are fighting back

an angels kiss in spring: it’s the roaring 40′s and you hit the town in bold red lipstick, curled hair, flared dresses & traditional swing

a wispy field of sunshine: there's something alluring about falling in love under the sun, sipping on raspberry lemonade & kissing someone who tastes like chapstick

the air is fresh out here: i am lost beneath the earth; dirt and moss fill my lungs and i cough up ivy and rose petals as the trees whisper my name so soft, it gets caught in the wing of a butterfly floating by

3am dancing with my lover: fairylights are hung low around the kitchen, my lover has tired eyes full of wonder and we trip over our own two feet, laughter pumping our hearts alive

the last dancers at midnight: my prom could have been better so we're gonna visualise it like a teen romance movie; tired feet, starry eyes & a tender kiss under the disco ball in your high-schools' hall

even my phone misses your call: 'hey, this is [redacted] please leave your message after the beep!'

you’re so nice to come home to: finally moving into a small apartment with your lover; succulents adorn the windowsills and you both have a love for vintage polaroids and dream catchers — a dreamers dream

I've been in love with you forever: best friends that live next door to each other & know one another like the back of their hand, connected windows, rooftop talks, sleepovers, & everything that comes along with we're best friends & i don't want that to change but i am definitely in love with you

found you in this life: my mother once told me that some of the people we meet in this life, we knew in a past life and it’s up to us to decide where it goes from here

raspberry stains: spring flings includes squashing raspberries between finger & thumb, and dancing under the sun

rollerskating disco rink fever: we're twelve years young & there's a disco ball highlighting our hair as we dance the night away & i'm pretty sure we've happened to scuff the linoleum floor

endless summer afternoon: hopping from shadow to shadow, blisters on our feet; summer, summer, summer!

summer ate me alive: and I want nothing more than to sleep through the next three seasons

ragtag band of misfits from the year ‘87: group of four trying to solve the murder mystery of their late best friend / everyone’s hiding something / he might be in love with the boy he’s known since childhood

[our hands are brushing against each other as we walk]: i want to slow dance with you in the middle of the street

hey, new kid!: its highschool and life is full of rumours and giggling girls & boys with sharp teeth and then english class rolls around ━━ and did the principal just introduce a new student?

🧚🏻‍♀️ specific concept playlists (mostly based on moments and emotions that I've experienced & can’t get over):

head’s a buzz!: stoned out of my mind, I'm pretty sure I met the girl of my dreams last night

I should be sleeping: but i am walking aimlessly under street lights trying to forget your face, your taste, your voice; with vodka stained cheeks and chipped nail polish

pity party for two: the sudden realisation that the future is scary and we're two lost souls stuck in love with people who helped us grow

we’re under the same stars: It’s talking under the stars till the sun breaks through the trees with him, who makes your stomach ache full of laughter and although the wind is cold against your skin and the sleeping bag is thin, he burns just as brightly as the stars in the night sky, and you want to exist between 3 and 4am forever.

I fell in love for one night: he kissed my shoulder & held me tight

moments left unsaid: I love every part of you when it’s loud, when it’s silent, when you don’t know it at all (basically falling in love with your friends in the moment over the smallest of things like the way they dip their head back to laugh or hide their smile behind their hand or when they slow down waiting for you to catch up or pull you aside to ask if you’re doing okay, etc)

angel in disguise: can angels fall in love?

skate park shenanigans: I spent a the hours 8-11pm at a skatepark with my friends and we don’t even skate but this is the specific energy those hours gave off

you’re dreaming beside me: & I’m dreaming of you

how to be soft, sad & content at 4pm

I wish we could live forever: knowing someone you love is gonna die is the one of the hardest things you’re ever gonna witness

remember when we were in love?: 2015: yellow. open roads. a boy. a girl. my house. high school musical. clouds. stars. a pillow. sunflowers. beauty and the beast. skype calls. a bear. / 2017: a girl. blue, blue, blue. / 2019: a girl. a boy. picnics. skateboards. burgers. your house. an empty promise.

the pretty reckless: my friends fall in love too easily

the ceiling is staring back at me: it’s 1am and I'm thinking about everything and anything

me against the world, vol. 1

me & my apathetic brain: basically Russian roulette with I’ll die anyway by girl in red & just a girl by no doubt

🏳️‍🌈🌈 lgbt+ playlists:

this is for the gays!: for pride month 2019, gay bops to rock your socks to

all I see is her: girls r great!

we should fall in love or something: just kidding... haha... unless?

I don’t wanna b ur friend, I wanna kiss ur neck: yeah, it’s based off I wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red & also my ex but we’re gonna take the former

please look at me the same!: my bisexual teen angst

🦋🏹 ‘old groovy, 70′s, 80′s, 90′s etc music’ playlists:

butterfly dust: old time music that goes together

groovy, groovy: 70′s, 80′s, 90′s

lovestrucklovestruck: nothing goes wrong when you live in your head

she’s gold dipped & cherry wine kisses

funky glow

🥁🍒 genre specific playlists:

metamorphic: rock n roll

devils advocate: it’s like white noise before you enter hell (mostly ghostemane)

you’re not indie till: you skate, own a pair of hot converses, have good fashion taste, drink ice coffee and and and

monsters live amongst us: hiding in plain sight, the people we call our friends / a horror pop playlist

hazy affection: anxiety reducing songs and study beats

softly, sweetly: relax your eyes & dream of simpler times

bubblegum pop: the radio is overrated but here we are

glazed eyes, cherry skies

darkness looms overhead

magic under fingernails / under veins

state of mind: kinda like rap but not, definitely an easy listen to while stoned

moon rockets: fly me to outer space where we’ll become another star in the night sky.

dream & folk pop

my dreams reach the stars: my mind is far away from here / starry-eyed and captivated

local neighbourhood party: songs I'd bang my head to at a party

heavenly hymns

fluorescent heartbeats

take me away, into the night

if you see me listening to this, look away: literally Disney musicals mainly Disney’s descendants & zombies

autumnal breeze: a mix of bedroom pop & 80′s tunes

blueberry feelings: is this soundlcoud or tiktok?

untamed glory: the songs dont vibe together as well as they should but i guess thats ironic given the name of this mixtape

all strung up: my favourite female pop songs & then there's sunflower, vol. 6 by harry styles

candyfloss kisses: baby pop

and that’s on tiktok luv: literally what it says

candle lit afternoons: candles + rain = a gentle quiet in it’s purest form

tenderness: soft, quiet, yielding; murmurs at dusk & the playing of hair

my bed is the warmest place: for rainy days & the chill in your nose

🚀🍁🍓 playlists to listen to when your doing this specific thing:

classic picnic bitch: (cute songs that give me picnic vibes) and we bond over a pack of UNO cards and strawberry-filled desserts

beach bums, baby!: a beach-y playlist

hotboxing ur friends car: get high w/ me!

🥺💫🌞🌻🤩🐝 playlists to grow & fall in love with yourself to:

falling in love w/ myself !!!!!: I'm still learning how I work

then I defy you, stars!

seventeen: I made this when I was seventeen and getting over my first heartbreak and realising that I should never wait for people who can only give half back

no negative vibes here!

💌💖 my romance / love centred playlists:

dancing in my room to the sound of you, you, you (middle school crush vibes)

love cluster: and i guess there are lot of love songs out there but there are also a lot of songs that aren't about love that got me feeling like i'm in love so which is it

lovelorn: (a unrequited love playlist) and we yearn for the hearts we cannot hold; lovelorn, lovelorn, lovelorn

our love has gone cold: I love & I loved

whimsical lovers falling out of love

baby boy blues: fell in love for a day with a boy whose smile is contagious and ever-lasting

you gave me panic attacks & I called it love: unsure if you’re in an unhealthy relationship? leave them.

regret in the simplest of forms: I could have loved you / I think a small part of me did

my favourite ‘what if’: soulmates who weren’t meant to be

seeking love among cruel hearts: perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. but then perhaps this is what lovers are.

it’s a long way down from your window: everyone’s favourite secret relationship trope

heartbreak hotel

i’m yearning for his heart while he gives me his body: I love you, don’t you love me too?

make out w/ me?: songs I'd kill to make out with someone too

miss you forever: sad pop love letter

I liked you better in my dreams: the idea of them has taken root in your mind and it’s much different to how they really are

little bit in love with u: alterous attraction? we KNOW her

drowsy cacophony of love

tracing you back to the roots of my house: I'm sifting through the memories of us, where did we go wrong?

love; a choice or a feeling?: and it is both I suppose, it is a feeling, it’s happiness and soft giggles, faint blush. and then it is a choice, a choice to stay with them or leave. it is a choice to not only love them, but yourself too.

tenderly, tragically: this used to be a collab playlist with someone who loved me fully and unconditionally, things have changed since, but this is whats left; it's our story compiled into a playlist

second chance at love: you make me hard, but she makes me weak

lonely in love: (it was supposed to be just casual sex but fuck, I think I'm in love with you)

silent lovers: skinny love (n.) a type of love where two people are in love with each other but are too shy to admit it

my first love: they say your first love never dies, and love, they’re right

my lover is a liar: victim to broken promises and false truths by a boy who died when he gave me his heart

love locket type of love: I loved you in secret !!

the charms of love: don’t fall in love with the moment & think your in love with the girl! (yes, she’s american by the 1975 lyrics)

almost lovers

💸💄💅🏻⛓ playlists that give off bad bitch energy:

rich girl$: my cash flow will never ever end

kiss the boys n make em die!: femme fatale, girl revolution, girl power

GIRLS. FOOD. GEAR: loosely inspired by people by the 1975

girl, interrupted

you’re like a rhinestone pick-up line: picture this — a girl with a hard attitude that you can’t just seem to get off your mind

back on my bullshit: just got my heartbroken; revamped!

👻👽 my halloween inspired playlists:

hallohalloween: basic halloween playlist

the fae know my name: humans beware the manic pixies & lip curling fae for although they don't lie they are cunning creatures with kind eyes!

frothy vampire chick meets soft green witch: red fanged lover & a green house full of potions, spells & succulents

sirens lament: sharp teeth hidden under a pretty face

murder at the casino: (in breaking news: monster hunters just cant seem to catch a break!)

the howling

witchy renaissance

fuckin vampires, man!

🥀 if I were series (playlists that only feature one artist based off something specific):

if I were to dance in a faerie ring to hozier songs: maybe I want to fall in love with a faerie and be under Hozier’s rule

if I were to live my teenage years to Lorde songs

if I were to get high by the beach to skeggs songs: BIG greening out energy

if I were to fall in love to tom rosenthal songs: tom rosenthal songs that make me feel like I'm in love!!

if I were to reminisce about heartbreak to LANY songs:

Hogwarts Houses:

🌻 Hufflepuff

🥊 Gryffindor

🐍 Slytherin

📘 Ravenclaw

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matthewgraygubelier · 5 years

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What Girlfriends Do

A/N: Here’s something I wrote that I’m actually really pleased with!! It’s pretty simple and just really fluffy, but I tried to step outside of my comfort zone with it. please comment and let me know what you think!! Happy reading <3

Summary: Girlfriends were a very new territory to Spencer, but he never realized how much was actually missing out on.

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Mentions of bruises and cuts, Mentions of general violence

Spencer stomped up the stairs to the floor of his apartment, his aching feet thudding heavily, causing the floorboards under him to creak more than usual. He shuffled to his front door, shoving his key in the lock and pushing the door open. He rubbed his eyes and yawned while closing the door, turning the lock back. He threw his keys and satchel onto the bookshelf next to the door. He fumbled over into the small kitchen rubbing his fingers into his eyes before grabbing a clean glass from the dishwasher and pouring a glass of water. He chugged it before filling the glass back up to the top. He was beat, literally. The unsub in the team’s most recent case was a 300 pound, 6 foot 6 mass of muscle, and he briefly got his hands on Spencer, giving him a black eye and busted lip. It was a wonder he didn’t break his eye socket or jaw.

“Spencer?” A voice chimed from another part of the house.

At first the voice frightened Spencer; it shot out of the quiet like a cannon fire, then he remembered.

(Y/N).

It was still a very strange thing to him. Coming home to someone.

It was strange to come home to a loving, kind smile. It was strange to come home to open arms filled with warmth. It was strange to come home to someone who made him feel like his best self, someone who banished and erased all of the bad things he saw during the day. She reminded Spencer of all of the good things in the world. She reminded him that after a long day of chasing monsters, there were still things to be thankful for, things to enjoy, and things to be excited about. He loved her with his whole heart, and he never, ever wanted her to not be there when he got home.

It still surprised him how much the sound of her voice calling out to him affected him. It shook him to his core. His whole demeanor changed. He suddenly felt a spring return to his step. He raised his head, a great big smile growing on his face. All at once, the pain of his facial injuries seemed to completely dissipate. At just the idea of holding her in his arms, his body warmed, like it was melting.

His heart leapt in his chest. He turned on his heels and practically ran into the dimly lit living room. He could see her silhouette etched into the couch cushions.

“(Y/N).” He spoke, his voice quiet and filled with awe.

Pure relief washed over him as she hopped from the corner of couch where she had been curled up with a book. He took long strides, bounding over the space between them in a matter of nanoseconds. He swept her up into his arms, lifting her and twirling around. He let her feet touch the ground again before pulling her into his chest. He enveloped his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head. He touched one hand to the back of her head, smoothing her hair down her back. With his other hand, he rubbed the entire length of her back. (Y/N) giggled lightly, returning the favor. She looped her arms around his waist, happily nuzzling her face in his chest. Holding her close to him, never wanting to let her go.

They stood like that for a moment, just very simply embracing each other, breathing each other in. Becoming one.

“Oh, (Y/N)…” He whispered, not even realizing he was speaking. He squeezed her tight, feeling her breath against his neck. He did not want to let go.

(Y/N) pulled away first, shifting too look at him.

“Oh, Dear, Spencer…” She said, as she examined his bruised face. She lifted her hands to his face, her fingertips ghosting over his lip and his eye. Concern colored her face.

He just laughed and looked away from her scrutinizing gaze. “Honestly, I can’t even feel it.” He said, trying to reassure her that he was all right. He looked down at her, totally amazed that she was his. His hands touched her shoulders as he drew his fingers up her arms. He squeezed her hands on his face.

“Nonsense.” She replied before pulling away. Spencer pouted, he wanted to keep holding her.

She disappeared briefly into the bathroom, coming out with a black bottle and cotton balls. She ran over to the freezer, sliding to a halt in her socks and returning with an ice pack.

“Come with me.” She instructed. She took his hand and lead him to the leather couch. He did as he was told, watching her with confusion as she plopped down into the corner of the couch, curling her legs under her. She gently pulled Spencer down onto the couch, patting the tops of her thighs, inviting him to lay his head on them.

Still confused, he twisted his body hesitantly, leaning back into her lap, his body stiff.

“Relax, Doc.” She laughed, her voice sweet and light. He smiled and blushed at her nickname for him. He wasn’t known for having many nicknames, and his heart flew when she addressed him as such.

He laid his head down on her thighs, the heat from her legs sending light chills from the back of his head to his toes. It was a comforting thing, and while he didn’t understand why he was laying like this, like a child, he enjoyed it.

He looked up at her. Looked at her bright eyes. The way he felt looking into them was unimaginable, otherworldly even. Without thinking, he reached up and touched her cheek. This caught her by surprise.

“You’re terribly beautiful.” He whispered, entranced by her beauty. He traced the shape of her cheeks with his fingers, following her nose and down to her lips.

She blushed but didn’t speak. She gathered the supplies she’d snatched from various parts of the house.

“What do you need cotton balls, hydrogen peroxide, and an ice pack for?” He asked, quizzically. He watched her as she screwed the cap off of the peroxide and poured a bit on a cotton ball.

“I’m going to tend to your injuries.” She answered. She dabbed the soaked cotton ball on his busted lip, making him wince and moan.

“Sorry.” She whispered as she dabbed his cut. “I should have mentioned it would sting.” He sighed, letting the stinging peroxide seep into his cut.

“Why?” He asked, again his voice curious. “An EMT did that earlier.” He closed his eyes, turning his head toward her stomach, his nose brushing against her.

“Because that’s what girlfriends do, silly.” She answered. “Close your eyes.” She instructed before laying the cold pack on his swollen eyelid. The cold was soothing.

This sounded like a strange reasoning to Spencer. Was that really something girlfriends did?

He figured he couldn’t really argue her logic, considering Spencer hadn’t ever really had a girlfriend.

They continued to lay there for a while. He was very still and kept his eyes closed. (Y/N) continued to clean up his face, using one hand to hold the ice pack on his eyelid and the other to pet his wild curls.

Secretly, Spencer loved when (Y/N) touched his hair. Whenever they were just laying together like this, she would run her fingers through his hair, gently working out any knots that got in her way. She would pause and massage his scalp, scratching his whole head and behind his ear.

He loved it greatly, but he couldn’t exactly figure out why.

He knew that it had to do with the release of dopamine in the brain, but it felt like so much more than that.

He also thought it was kind of strange that he could love something so simple so much.

“I love when you play with my hair.” He blurted, his sudden confession causing his cheeks to turn a light pink.

(Y/N) simply giggled, deepening her hold on his curls. “I know you do.” She answered.

Spencer opened one eye and looked up at her.

“How could you know that?” He asked, suspicion lining his voice.

“It’s easy to tell, Doc.” She whispered. “Your whole body changes. I can feel your muscles relaxing and your breathing steady. You almost always close your eyes, too, and they stay closed. Sometimes I watch goosebumps rise on your arms.” She leaned down to kiss his forehead.

Spencer blushed furiously. He didn’t even notice these changes in his own body, and the fact that (Y/N) noticed was down right embarrassing.

She laughed at him and gave him another forehead kiss.

“Why do you play with my hair?” He wondered, closing his eyes again, embracing the feeling of her touch on his scalp.

“Because it’s what girlfriends do.” She answered.

Spencer smiled. There was her funny reasoning again.

They stayed there for a while more. Spencer felt so nice. He was so at ease. He turned to face her, wrapping his arms around himself and scrunching his legs up under him. (Y/N) continued to run her hands through his soft curls. He was so comfortable and warm that he began to fall asleep. He felt his eyelids droop and become heavy, until they slipped past his eyes and he dozed off.

“Spencer? C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

Her voice woke him from his light sleep, along with her elbow nudging his ribs. He looked up to her, murmuring incoherently. “Sleep?”

“Yes, Doc, sleep.” She nudged him again gently, lifting his shoulders and standing up. She held out her hand to him. He stood up and followed her to their bedroom.

He shuffled behind her, his eyes still closed. He let her lead him to his side of the bed, where she pulled the blankets back for him. She helped him get into bed, pulling the blankets up to his chin. She crawled across him to her side of the bed, where she held his shoulders and pulled him into her, inviting him to curl up next to her and bury his face in her neck. He did it gladly, wrapping his arms around her waist and happily nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck. He took a deep breath, her perfume filing his nose. She laced her fingers in his hair again.

“You don’t have to coddle me, you know?” He murmured so quietly, despite the complete and utter bliss he was in.

“Yes, I do.” She chimed, kissing the top of his head.

“Why?” He replied.

“Guess.”

“Because that’s what girlfriends do?” He looked up to her, barely able to keep his eyes open.

“That’s right.” She said before kissing his forehead.

Spencer began to realize how heavily he was missing out on this whole girlfriend thing before.

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid imagine #spencer x reader #emily prentiss #derek morgan #penelope garcia #david rossi #aaron hotchner #jeniffer jereau

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Heart Strings And Melodies (Modern Musician!Poe AU) Part 15

(Not my Gif)

A/N- Guess who’s back! I told you I would get back to this series, admittedly its been over a year (literally, the last part came out in January last year!) But I am determined to finish this off!!! I can see this series having a few more parts, not many but hey ho, at least you guys will have a proper ending after all this time.

Summary: Reader and Poe enjoy the remaining days of their getaway to Athens. (I am bad at summarising, basically its just fluff)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

The moment you woke, a pained groan left your lips, your body ached all over.

“Morning beautiful.” Poe’s almost whispered words caught your attention. You shifted to see him sat on the bed beside you, mug of coffee in his grasp, steam slowly rising from it. He took a sip before offering it to you. With slow movements you shuffled until you were sat upright, your back against the soft fabric headboard.

“How’re you feeling?” Poe wondered after you’d taken the coffee from him, offering him a sleepy smile and a murmured ‘thank you’.

“Sore. Really fucking sore.” You complained, stretching your legs out until you heard a click then curled your toes slightly.

“So…” Poe hesitated, “Last night was…”

“Amazing.” You beamed at him as the first sip of coffee seeped through your veins.

“Yeah, it was wasn’t it.” He grinned widely in fond memory. Poe shuffled to your side, his fingers brushing through your tangled hair, his other hand entwined with yours.

“Do you think we could go to the Parthenon tomorrow?” You pondered.

“Too sore to walk around it today?” Poe teased softly.

You hummed in affirmation.

“Want to have our beach day today then? Grab a lounger and a parasol and just spend the day snoozing.” Poe offered.

“As long as its with you, and I’m not moving and there’s ice cream, I’m game.” You almost giggled.

You sat for a while, sipping your coffee and cuddling to Poe’s side, your head resting every now and again on his shoulder. Poe meanwhile ran his fingers through your hair gently, soothingly, then slowly massaged wherever he could reach.

“I need a shower.” You grumbled in disgust as you shifted slightly, the inside of your thighs covered in the dried evidence of your intimate activities the night before.

“I did offer last night, but no, you just wanted to sleep.” Poe teased playfully, grinning at you.

“Shove off, jackass.” You stuck your tongue out at him in response. You gasped as something cool was slipped onto your finger; glancing down you found Poe’s thumb brushing over a metal band on your ring finger.

“Is that what… you wanted to give me?” Your brow furrowed as your gaze met Poe’s.

“Yes. I know it’s not an elegant ring or anything like that, and technically its a wedding ring not an engagement ring but-“

“Poe,” You cupped his face and kissed him tenderly. “I love it. It’s really unique,” You stated as you admired the ring. “Where did you get it?”

“It… was my Mom’s. See, my Mom liked to tinker around with her jet, one day she came home and my Dad found it,” Poe pointed to the ring. “It just dropped out of my Mom’s flight suit when she got changed, it was just an old washer from one of the jet’s parts. He kept hold of it and fashioned it into a wedding ring. Of course my Mom was surprised at the wedding when he slipped it onto her finger, but my Mom was never one for traditional things, or so she told me.” Poe recalled fondly.

“This,” Your fingers brushed over the ring. “Was your Mom’s?”

“Yeah, she’d have loved you, you’re both badass.” Poe whispered softly as he nuzzled against your neck, before pressing a gentle kiss to the crook of your neck.

“Thank you, Poe.” You brushed your fingers through his dark curls. You breathed in the aroma of Poe’s favoured body wash and hummed in contentment.

“Someones had a shower this morning.” You commented.

“You weren’t the only one who was disgusting this morning.” Poe replied with a smirk. You groaned after taking the last sip of coffee.

“Right I’ll go shower.” You stretched your arms above your head then yawned.

“Want me to grab us some breakfast?” Poe wondered, shuffling to the edge of the bed.

“That’d be great.” You padded over the cool floor tiles towards the bathroom, your legs aching with every step. Poe grasped your arm before you could enter and pulled you into an embrace, he leaned down and captured your lips in a loving kiss.

“Love you more.” You hummed happily, flashing him a bright smile before finally stepping into the bathroom.

Despite not doing anything whatsoever, other than laying across a white plastic lounger with a towel placed on top for comfort, time passed rather quickly. You had to admit, the constant snoozing and relaxation helped your body recover from the night before, you felt much less achy and sore, more so, you looked forward for more sightseeing the following day. Poe had enjoyed watching how tranquil you looked laid soaking in the warmth of the sun, he knew you were worried about being unemployed and that you weren’t sure what you were going to do once you returned home. You decided very early on that day, that another beach day was in order at some point in the remaining days of your holiday. The heat of the sand beneath bare feet along with the warmth of the sun beating down for hours on end without interruption from wisps of cloud had made the occasional dip into the sea a godsend. However before you knew it, the sun had begun to set, the ocean lapping further and further up the beach.

“I think, we should head back.” Poe noted, propping himself up on his elbow. You frowned slightly.

“Do we have to?” You almost whined.

“Well as much as I love laying here, the tide is coming in and I’m pretty sure my stomach needs food” Poe replied bluntly. A small smile made its way onto your lips before you swung your legs around so you were perched on the edge of the lounger.

“Let’s get going. We should get an early night if we’re going to the Parthenon and doing to tours tomorrow.”

“Want to go via the market again?”

“Oooh, yeah, that sounds good!” You enthused while you began folding and packing away into the colourful cotton beach bag the few bits and pieces you had brought with you. Poe draped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you began to step back towards the hotel, discussing where and more importantly what you would be eating that night.

The sun beat down on both of you the next day during the arduous walk to the Parthenon; thankfully the cotton dress you were wearing helped keep you moderately cool. Poe had also settled on plain light coloured shorts and a cotton top. He took your hand in his for the entire journey, his thumb reaching to brush over the cool metal of his mother’s ring on your finger as you took a detour to wander through the market once again. Glancing over you couldn’t miss the grin adorned on his face. You gently bumped into him, drawing his attention.

“You utter sap.”

“I’m sorry?” He questioned, a brow raised.

“Nothing, just…,” You reached up and cupped his cheek before leaning in to kiss him softly “I love you so much Poe. My wonderful fiancé.”

Poe seemed taken aback for a moment before shaking his head gently.

“Fiancé. That’s going to take some getting used to.”

“Just wait until its husband and wife.” You replied with a bright smile. Poe chuckled in response.

“Yeah, calling you my wife is going to be wild.”

“What will be wild is us reaching the Parthenon and not be out of breath.” You joked, fanning yourself with your hand. The city of Athens bustled around you as you continued on, plenty of tourists like yourselves going to and fro from the many historical sights the city had to offer. Eventually you reached your desired destination, although you’d both made the decision to get a cab back to the hotel or God forbid you being able to walk the next day. Hours were spent listening to the tour guide walk you through the history of the Parthenon and the Acropolis of Athens, you and Poe admired the stone ruins of the Parthenon and surrounding area.

“Smile sweetheart!” Poe called to you. Turning around to face him you smiled as only you would when with the man you loved most dear. Poe glanced down at the camera as the image he’d just taken popped up, he grinned pleased and joined your side.

“Here pass me the camera.” You held your hand out expectantly. After Poe passed you the camera, you looked around before grasping his hand and guiding him to what you imagined would be the perfect spot for a photograph. Poe followed willingly and the two of you wrapped your arms around each other before you held the camera up in front of the two of you. Several photos were taken, the first was simple, the both of you smiling at the camera. The following photos capturing Poe pressing a kiss to your temple, to the both of you laughing heartily and another photo captured the two of you looking at each other while smiling. That particular photo was slightly skewed, your attention more on Poe than the camera.

“It really is beautiful up here.” Poe commented as the tour eventually came to an end.

“Shame we’ve got to go back a skyline of concrete and glass.” You huddled closer to him.

“It has its own beauty. Back home, I mean.”

“There’s no denying that, but sometimes a change of scenery is nice.” You admitted, gesturing to your surroundings.

“You’re going to miss this aren’t you?”

“We could always come back for our honeymoon?” You smiled softly, raising your arm and wiggling the fingers of the hand where the ring sat. Poe’s smile became a grin and he took your hand and kissed the back of it.

“We sure could. Although we might need to save up for a while before that happens.”

You sighed, realising Poe’s words held truth, you still had a job to think about when you returned back home.

“Hey,” Poe noticed your mood shift slightly, “The day’s not over yet, want to head down to the beach?” Poe offered.

“Yeah, sounds good.” You admitted.

“C’mon then sweetheart.” Poe held out his hand, you took it gladly, a smile returning to your face as the two of you began the journey back towards the beach. The taxi you managed to grab partway down was a blessing and a curse: your feet had time to recuperate from the long day’s walk, however it seemed even warmer in the cab than it did walking outside in the sun. While you stood fanning yourself, trying desperately to cool down, Poe thanked and payed the driver before returning to your side. You both walked along the seafront, enjoying the small sea breeze that seemed to cut away some of the heat from the sun. Poe hopped down onto the beach below and held out his arms, beckoning you to jump down.

“You better catch me Dameron. I swear to God.” You warned.

“What do you take me for?” Poe responded.

“An occasional klutz.” You replied. Poe’s face flashed with shock. You gave a brief laugh before hopping down from the ledge and into Poe’s waiting arms. For a split second, you could have sworn that he was in two mind of whether he was going to catch you or let you drop to the sands below. However, Poe wrapped his arms around you and gently placed you onto the warm sands. You cocked a brow at him.

“What?”

“You were going to drop me weren’t you, let me fall.”

“I would never!” Poe grinned through his words.

You gave Poe a playful shove before taking his hand in yours and stepping across the sands. Eventually the two of you walked along the shoreline, holding your shoes in one hand and your lover’s hand in the other. You closed you eyes and listened intently to the sound of the small waves coming into shore. The cool water washed over your feet, a welcome relief from heat of the setting sun.

“This is nice.” Poe murmured.

“Poe Dameron, singer, songwriter, poet with his words, and all he has to say is ‘this is nice’.” You teased, giving him a gentle shove with your shoulder.

“C’mon, you know I save my best work for my job, or for when I want to be over the top romantic. Otherwise I’m… what did you call me, oh yeah, a klutz, with my words.” Poe teased back, giving a small shove in return.

The two of you stood there, by the shoreline, for quite some time, simply looking out to the horizon, letting the water lap at your ankles.

“Beach wedding?” You offered after a period of silence.

“Don’t think we’ll find a beach in the middle of the city babe.”

“I mean if we tried super hard we could buy lots of sand and maybe a super big paddling pool. Hire a bunch of people to make waves with like wooden paddles or something?” You almost couldn’t help the laughter that slipped out.

“God, I’m marrying an idiot.” Poe chuckled from behind you, his arms tightening around your middle as he rested his forehead on your shoulder.

“Pot kettle and black, Poe Dameron.” You glanced over your shoulder.

“Guess we’re perfect for each other.” Poe breathed. You hummed in agreement. Poe pressed a small kiss to the crook of your neck, you felt heat creep across your cheeks at the sign of affection. Even now, despite how long the two of you had been together, you would still flush at his attention like you did when the two of you had just met.

“I love you, Poe.” You whispered, just loud enough for the two of you to hear.

“I love you too.” Your name fell from Poe’s lips in a whisper, caressing the shell of your ear.

“I’m hungry.” You stated nonchalantly a moment later. You heard Poe laugh deeply and heartily behind you, his hold on you loosening as he held his stomach.

“What!?” You exclaimed, turning to watch Poe wipe a tear from his eye.

“I’m sorry babe, but that just came out of nowhere. Talk about shattering the romantic atmosphere.” Poe laughed. You gently scratched the back of your head, embarrassed.

“I could smell food. Sorry.” You shrugged. Poe shook his head, a smile playing on his lips before he wrapped his arm around your waist and started to guide you in the direction of the hotel, within eyesight but a little further down the beach. The hotel was pleasantly cool, much to the relief of you and Poe. Your evening was spent sitting across from one another, sharing traditional Greek cuisine within the candlelit restaurant of the hotel, the evening air carried the smell of the ocean along with the flowers which decorated the venue. Poe would hold your hand in-between courses; conversation flowed easily, sweet smiles and words of love being exchanged continually.

Before long, the week came to a close, far too quickly for either you or Poe’s liking. There was something about this little getaway to Athens that made you never want to leave. To wake each day and visit somewhere new, to wander through markets and ruins as the sounds and aromas of the city came to life. To step out onto a beach with ease and enjoy the smell of the salty sea breeze and the feel of cool ocean water crashing over your feet. As you stood at the airport waiting to board your flight home, you often thought of the other moments you had spent here with Poe. Laid together in bed, some nights just sharing loving whispers while other nights were spent more intimately. A smile brushed across your face as your fingers touched the cool metal on your ring finger. Yes, never going home would be nice, but you and Poe had far too much of a future together yet to plan.

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Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old - chapter four: Hold on to me [part II]

Summary: After hard reveals and heart-to-heart conversations, Jon and the Starkling all thought it was for the best to tell the truth to their most trusted advisors. But it won't be an easy task; some wounds take years to heal, and all the lords and ladies confirm this. But the pack is set on surviving the Long Night, so they will fight to keep their people united, come what may. The pack survives, that is known. but even wolves can find themselves on their own, and what they do then, is something the pack will have to face later. The truth can be an ugly thing, especially when there are things left unsaid. Are the wolves strong enough to survive storms of their own making?

A/N: you can also read here

Jon was walking towards the east solar, located on the highest floor of the Great Keep. It was the biggest one in the Keep, including the Lord’s solar, making it the most appropriate for tonight’s events. We’ll need all the space we can get, he thought. Gods know what might happen. He stopped on his tracks, let his back fall to one of the walls and let out a long, heavy sigh. His head was already aching.

“We’re already feeling like that?” Sansa prompted.

“Aye” he said, the corner of his mouth turning up.

She looked lovely. She was wearing a silver-grey velvet dress which had long fur-trimmed sleeves and collar, the brocade of the waistline had an intricate pattern of blue winter roses in a snowy field. She was using a pair of light grey leather gloves. The only accessory she was wearing was her dragonfly pendant. She was also wearing her grey fur cloak. Her auburn hair was braided into a lovely half updo; simple, yet elegant. The Lady of Winterfell, he thought. Ever so beautiful.

“That’s a nice dress” he commented.

“Thank you” her whole face lit up at the compliment. “You look good, too” she observed.

Jon looked down. He was wearing a new brown leather jerkin with black accents and a woolen tunic underneath, black leather breeches and polished dark brown boots. Over the whole ensemble, he was wearing the fur-trimmed cloak Sansa gave him after they reclaimed Winterfell. Though, he was sure she was talking about his expression and not the clothes he put on.

“There’s something missing, though” she added. As she came closer, he could see that she was holding something in her right hand. “Loosen up your cloak a little” she ordered. “I was going to give you this when you came home, so you could wear it at the feast. Of course, that didn’t happen”. She opened her hand, so he could see what she was holding: a silver pin in the form of two direwolves, facing each other. This piece was similar to the two direwolves she wore with her grey dress. “So I thought, what better time to wear it than now?” she concluded as she placed the pin where the two straps of his cloak met, then she readjusted his cloak. After being done, she smiled.

“Thank you, Sansa” he simpered. “I… you give me all these things, and I gave you nothing” he pointed out.

“You came back from the South. Alive” she responded as she took his hand. “That’s all I ask for, that when you leave, you’ll come back” she whispered. She was looking at their intertwined hands, and then looked up to him. Her blue eyes were clear as the sky in a summer’s day, but there was a strength to them. It wasn’t the ice he saw before; no, this intensity felt more like the Sun, almighty in the sky, melting the summer snow.

He couldn’t help but to move his other hand, it snaked up her arm, until it reached her elbow. She inadvertently moved closer to him. “I’ll come back. Always” he assured her. He wanted to hug her but couldn’t bring himself to take his eyes from hers.

“Promise me?” she sighed.

He took the hand resting on her elbow up to cheek. “Sansa, I-“ he started when they heard footsteps coming from the stairs. At the sound, they both stepped away from each other. I’m a fool, he thought, a fucking fool.

“Brienne” Sansa exclaimed. “I didn’t think you’d make it” she completely directed her attention to her sworn sword.

“You and I both, my Lady” Brienne confessed. “The days are long out in the training yard”.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here. Your presence tonight is more than welcomed. We may need your… skills”.

“No harm will come to you, Lady Sansa, as long as I’m present” she declared.

“How is everything going with the training?” Jon asked, trying to be part of the conversation. I need to spend more time with the people, he chastised himself. For all they know, I’m still their King, and I am their Commander.

“Very good, my lord. Along with your friend Tormund we’ve determined who will be needing more training, and the weapons they'll likely handle the best, given the short amount of time" she informed.

“Good. Tomorrow I’ll be down there with you and Tormund. I’d like to start training alongside you”. He could feel Sansa’s gaze on him, but he didn’t dare to look at her, not with Brienne with them.

Brienne smiled at him. “Of course, my lord. The men and women start training after breaking fast. They’ll be happy to see you there” she replied. She turned to look at Sansa, wanting to say something to her, but noticed her absent-mindedness. Following Brienne’s gaze, Jon looked at Sansa. Just as their eyes made contact, she took her eyes from him and focused on Brienne once more. “Brienne, when you arrive at the solar” she said, “please tell everyone Jon and I will be arriving shortly”.

“Yes, Lady Sansa” the lady knight said, and with a bow, headed to the stairs to get to last floor of the Keep.

Just as Brienne was out of sight, Jon started pacing around the dim lit hallway. It was at the mention of the lords that he remembered what he was there for. This is it, he thought. This could be the beginning of the end, or the start of something new, something good.

“This will be difficult” she acknowledged, closing the distance between them. “Northerners…” she let out a humorless chuckle. “During my time as a prisoner in King’s Landing, many a person called us stubborn. I guess they were right. We are stubborn” she recalled.

“That we are” he replied.

“Jon” the way she said his name made him look up. “They are stubborn, but they will understand” she reassured him. “They know who you are, they value you for who you are, not the name you carry”.

He closed the gap between them and laid a hand on her cheek. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come out. So, he just gave her a coy smile.

“Come on, they must be waiting for us” she said, taking his hand and guiding him upstairs.

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After everyone enjoyed the supper, which consisted of rabbit stew, roasted ham with sweet onions and boiled potatoes, served with watered ale, mead and blackberry wine, Jon thought it best to get on with the evening’s plans. “My lords, my ladies. Thank you for coming” Jon addressed the room: representing the North were Lord Glover, Lord Manderly and Lady Mormont and Lord Royce and Ser Wallace Waynwood were present, representing the Vale. Sansa, Arya and Bran were there; Sansa sitting by his side, as she normally does in the Great Hall, Arya was at Sansa’s right and Bran at Jon’s left. Lord Davos and Lady Brienne were also in attendance, being two of their most trusted advisors.

“I know these last couple of days have been…” life-changing, soul-draining, he thought; “complicated and difficult for all of you” he paused, trying to find the right words to say next. “But, I have great respect for all you present here. I deeply value your counsel, I value your opinions” he said. “I’m sure you have questions, and I’ll answer them all” he spoke frankly, eyeing every single person present the room. “Since you’ve named me your King, all I wanted was to protect the North from the threat of the Night King and his army. I went to the south so we had a chance against the war to come, not only in weapons, but also in numbers”.

“I appreciate your words, You Grace, about you valuing our counsel and opinions” Lyanna Mormont replied. “But, you ignored our opinions and our counsel and went south nonetheless, to meet with a Targaryen”.

“Our men are wary and afraid, Your Grace. They’ve seen the dragons roam free in the sky” Lord Royce added. “How long it will be till they be feeding off of the livestock?”

“Or worse, from our people?” retorted Lord Glover

“There’s no need to worry. Queen Daenerys has them under control” Jon asserted.

“They are beasts. You cannot control a beast, Your Grace. Especially a Dragon. That is the lesson given to the realm by the Mad King” said Lord Manderly.

“All of your concerns are valid” Sansa interjected. “But Jon forged an alliance with the Dragon Queen. An alliance is of no use if there isn’t trust between the parties involved” she tried to appease them. It worked with the lords, but Lady Mormont wasn’t easily convinced.

“I admire your intentions, Lady Sansa” Lady Lyanna said. “My Lady Mother used to say that trust isn’t given, it is earned”. At this, all the lords nodded in agreement. “So far, all I’ve seen of this Dragon Queen is parade through Winterfell with her small council and give speeches to the people. I won’t give my trust to a stranger just because she says some pretty words about bringing change and peace”. Lyanna now faced Jon, “I know your intentions are good, my King, but I don’t know the Targaryen Queen, nor I think she would expect nothing in return for helping us. She’s come here to do what her ancestor did centuries ago” her expression hardened at this. Lyanna Mormont was of young age, but with each meeting she demonstrated to be a ferocious Lady.

Gods help me, here it goes. “You’re right. Lady Mormont. Her help didn’t come free” he swallowed hard. It was time for the truth. “For months, while I was her prisoner on Dragonstone, she-“

“Prisoner?” Lord Manderly exclaimed. “I knew it, I knew it in my bones. Everyone in the Great Hall heard me say ‘Targaryens can’t be trusted’ and I was right” he fumed.

“As I was saying, my Lord” Jon glared at the Lord of White Harbor. “Queen Daenerys offered to help, but under one condition: that I bend the knee to her and surrender northern independence” he finally said.

Silence befell the room. Even the flames of the hearth seemed to stop making a sound, the winds were as silent as a ghost and every single one of the lords and ladies stood still. Jon would’ve thought that time had stopped completely, if it weren’t for Arya and Bran looking at him and Sansa taking his hand on hers. It gave him the strength he needed to go on.

“During my time there, I got to observe her. What she took kindly to, what she did not. I got to see where her focus laid, and that was the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms. Even after I told her about the threat numerous times, even after she saw it with her own eyes” there were gasps and questions at this, but Jon silenced them raising his free hand. “You’re right, Lady Mormont. She’s here to do what her ancestors did centuries ago. So, there was no way for me to secure the alliance but to give her what she wanted. I bent the knee” he finally confessed.

“We chose you” Lady Lyanna Mormont started. “My men bled for your cause, our cause” she paused. For the first time, he saw the Lady of Bear Island look like the child she truly is. “And you gave it away” her expression hardened. “My Lady Mother died fighting for your brother, King Robb, she died fighting for the North. How many have died for it? You disrespected every single man and woman who bled and died for the North the day you kneeled” she told him.

“My family have bled and died for yours. Honorably, doing their duty as vassals of House Stark” Lord Glover started, standing up. His jaw was clenched, and his face was as pale as the summer snows. “For generations, we followed a Stark, and proudly so. When we chose you as our King, I thought you would honor not only us standing in front of you, but of all those who gave their lives for the North” he fumed.

“My Lord, if you just let him explain-” Sansa tried to cut in, but Lord Glover hit his fists on the table, making a rattling sound. Both Arya and Brienne had their sword hands ready.

“I don’t care about what shit explanation he has to offer” he roared. “I’m just glad your father is dead, so he doesn’t have to witness how the Direwolf bends to the Dragon, after all that’s happened” Lord Glover said as he strided towards one of the windows.

Every single one of their words felt like a knife, threatening to leave new scars, ones that would match the ones he already had. He felt as if he was drowning, he could hear Davos’ voice.

“… I know this isn’t ideal…”

“… he had his reasons…”

“… the people won’t…” he heard Lord Royce say

“… the wound is still fresh…”

“… the rebellion was all for nothing…”

“… we’re fucked, I know…” he could hear Davos’ voice again

“… the threats we are facing…”

“… you don’t know who…”

Jon was drifting further and further away, when a firm grip started to pull him out of the darkness he was drowning in. He barely moved his head, he just could see her from the periphery of his eyes. When he moved to face her, he could also see the concern in Sansa’s eyes as clear as he could see the steel shining in them. Slowly, he was gaining the strength he needed to keep on doing this. He looked at Arya, her expression impassive, save her eyes, that sparked with rage. Then he looked at Bran, quietly observing everything unfold. Jon took a deep breath and turned to face the lords again. Lord Manderly was the one talking now.

“The North hasn’t known peace since your Lord Father was imprisoned. The North went to war for that, and we lost. We all lost. But after all what the North went through, it rose up again under the Stark banner, and reclaimed what we thought was lost when the Young Wolf was murdered” Lord Manderly said. “Since then, the North started to hope again, even when facing the threat of the Long Night” the Lord of White Harbor stood up, proudly. “And now you mean to tell us that a Targaryen will rule us all. After everything the North went through because of her family”. There was anger and bitterness in his voice, but mostly disappointment.

Silence filled the room once more. Everyone was looking at each other: Lord Glover had anger painted across his face, watching everyone from his place by the window; Lord Manderly had his chin up, in defiance, but the emptiness in his eyes seemed to drain all the strength from his expression; Lady Mormont was sitting still, her arms crossed and her face hardened; Lord Royce was covering his mouth, deep in thought; Ser Waynwood was pale as a ghost, fear written all over his face. As for Brienne and Davos, the ones outside his family that already knew about this, they both looked over the room with concern; Davos trying to figure out a way of appeasing everyone, and Brienne determined to stop any foolish attempt against the Starks.

It was Sansa’s voice that broke the silence and snapped everyone out of their thoughts. “I believe everyone said what they wanted to say” she stated. “Some even cared to mention my Lord Father’s death as a blessing” she said looking at Lord Glover, he lowered his head at her words.

“My Lady, nobody meant any disrespect. We’re all just-” Lord Manderly tried to apologize on behalf of the Lord of Deepwood Motte.

“I don’t think my sister’s finished, my lord” Arya interrupted him. At this, Lord Manderly just nodded and looked at his hands, folding them in front of him.

“As I was saying” she continued as she glanced at the Lord of White Harbor, “everyone spoke their minds. We didn’t expect anything less from any of you, we didn’t expect you to receive these news and be happy about it. Gods know we weren’t when we learnt about it” her expression was a more relaxed one. “But we all agreed to stand together, to continue to be one. Winter is here, and we have a choice. Either we face the coming storms together or perish alone”. Everyone was taking in her words. Sansa always knew what to say, how to appeal to them. Right now, she was on the right track. “I’m sure we all want to live to see Spring, but we can’t do that if we quarrel with one another over something that hasn’t happened yet. Daenerys Targaryen isn’t Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, not yet at least. She hasn’t won her war of conquest. We will face that issue, when or if the time comes” she stood up walked to the hearth, taking off her grey gloves and letting her hands feel the warmth of the flames.

The room waited anxiously for her to continue. Jon could see Ser Waynwood fidgeting on his chair, clearly uncomfortable. After a few moments, Sansa turned around, and he saw it again, the intensity in her eyes. “We don’t know the Dragon Queen. She’s a stranger to all of us in this room” she declared, “except for Jon. She made him stay on Dragonstone for months. He talked to her, observed her” she explained as she glanced at him. “If you let him, he will tell you why he did the things he did. And believe me, all of us” she said as she returned to her place at the table, amongst the pack, “believe in him”.

She sat down and gave him a meaningful look. In her eyes he could find the reassurance and strength he so desperately needed.

“As I said before, everything I’ve done since you named me King was to protect the North” he insisted, “not just from the Army of the Dead, but for any and every threat”. A thousand images and feelings came rushing back to him; he took a deep breath to keep it together. “When I heard of Robb going to war, I almost deserted from the Night’s Watch. I’ve already said my vows in front of a Heart Tree, I was a sworn brother. My watch would only end with my death” he declared. “But still, I wanted to go to him, fight beside him, in the name of Ned Stark and the North, even if it meant my death. The Maester of the Watch, Maester Aemon finally convinced me not to” the thought of the old Targaryen Maester came to his mind. He could still remember their conversations. “Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy, and let the man be born", he had told him once. Time showed Maester Aemon was right, for this winter certainly bring terrors with it and threatens to be long, and a boy would perish. But a man, a man, hardened by the white winds of winter could survive.

They all think I don’t care about the North, he thought, that I don’t care about them. They just told me so in various ways. If they knew how much I care, how much I’m willing to do, how farther I’m willing to go to keep them all safe, he thought.

“I will live with my choice for the rest of my days. But I wanted you know that” he concluded.

“Why are you telling us this?” Lord Royce asked.

“To help you understand, my Lord” he replied. “Whether it was at the Wall or in a battlefield outside Winterfell, I’ve always fought for the North. I’ve always fought for it and its people” he claimed. “You can say anything you want about me as a man and as a King, but all of you need to know everything I did, I did because it was the best way to keep people safe”.

“How is bending the knee to a Targaryen going to keep us safe?” Lord Glover inquired.

“I never bent the knee to her, Lord Glover, not properly” he said.

At his words, many jaws dropped, and many brows furrowed. Lord Royce looked at him, clearly confused. “But you said-“ he started.

“I know what I said. I said I gave her what she wanted, that I bent the knee; but I didn’t, not truly”. All the people present, save for his family, were utterly confused and disbelieving of what they were hearing.

“I never swore any oaths, I never gave her my sword” he started to explain as he stood up, he couldn’t stay still any longer. “We were alone when I gave her my word, there was no one there to witness it” he was pacing across the room. “Should it come to it, it would be her word against mine” he said, coming to a halt. He turned around to look at all the lords and ladies. “You all said that I disrespected the North, that I disrespected its people” the words tasted like poison in his mouth, so he couldn’t help but to spat them. “You said I disrespected my family, when all I’ve done was in the name of the North, its people, and the Starks”. He felt the anger rising in him, so he started pacing again.

No one dared to interrupt him. Everyone was letting him explain before they could say what they had in their minds. Gods know they want to say something, anything, he thought. But he continued explaining, “When I left for Dragonstone, I’ll admit I had my doubts about Daenerys, but I wouldn’t let my doubts get in the way of the safety of the North. Like I said before, we need her armies, we need her dragons. I did everything in my power to secure that, so we could win, so we could live”.

“So, you lied to her?” It was Davos who spoke. “Everything you said at the cease fire, it was all a lie?” he asked.

“Yes” he said. “She’s a southern queen at war with another southern queen, both playing southern games”. He remembered what Sansa told him. “They think me this northern fool, one that’s too honorable for his own good” he chuckled, humorless. “Maybe it’s true, maybe I am a northern fool, and I do try to be honorable. That’s what… that’s what my Father taught me” he choked when trying to talk about Eddard Stark.

“You were raised by Eddard Stark. He raised you here in the North, within the walls of Winterfell” Sansa’s voice echoed in his mind.

“My honor demanded that I keep the North and my people safe. In the South, everyone plays games of lies and deception. Sansa knows that better than anyone here” he couldn’t fight the power her eyes had over him. Suddenly, he found himself standing by her side. He shot one more glance at her before addressing the lords and ladies. Her eyes shone the same way they had a handful of times before: when they talked at Castle Black, when they talked atop the battlements after retaking their home, when he was made King in the North, when she gave him those small but sweet smiles; that glint he had come to know and treasure dearly. “Both my Father and Robb died trying to play fair in a corrupted game. I had to be smarter than them. I did what my honor demanded, I kept my word, I did what I promised I would do: get powerful allies, get everything we need for the war. I kept my word to you, and that’s all that matters to me” he explained.

The room fell silent again, everyone trying to wrap their minds of what he just said. He sat down again and looked at Arya, who nodded at him while giving him a small smile. Then he turned to Bran, who was watching everyone else, as if he weren’t there, watching as a King confessed to his people. Finally, he turned to look at Sansa. She gave him another smile, but this one didn’t reach her eyes. “We dealt with one problem, but there still more”, her eyes seemed to say. He swallowed hard and nodded. She looked around the room, to observe everyone. He did the same.

It was Lady Mormont who spoke first. “I’m glad to hear of your loyalty to us and the North, Your Grace”. Well, at least she still considers me her King, he thought. For now, a dark voice said. “But you mentioned games and deception. I fear the game you’re playing might be too dangerous, not only for you but for all of us” she argued. “I may not be a woman grown, but I know of the times where dragons owned the skies and their riders ruled the realm. Those times were usually bad: tragedy, kinslaying and wars”. Everyone was nodding in agreement. “A Targaryen that had a dragon was always something to be feared. This Targaryen has two of them” she observed.

“I agree with Lady Lyanna, Your Grace” Lord Royce said. “If she were to learn the truth, that you never meant to give up your crown, what would happen then?” he pointed out.

“Nothing good, that much is true” Lord Glover added.

“As Lady Sansa said, the Dragon Queen is here to conquer the Seven Kingdoms” Lord Manderly remarked. “She doesn’t seem to be the type of person that gives up. If she means to have your kingdom, she will fight for it, I’m sure”.

“I can only speak for myself” Lady Lyanna Mormont said “but whatever happens, I won’t accept a Targaryen as my ruler. The North knows no king but the King in the North”.

“Lady Lyanna is right, Your Grace” Lord Royce agreed. “The memory of the reign of the Mad King Aerys is still fresh on the people’s mind, the crimes and terrors he committed, not only to your family but to the whole realm. We don’t accept his daughter as our ruler. The people didn’t choose her, they chose you” he remarked. “The Vale has suffered enough at the hands of southerners and their ambitions. We chose to be one with the North. If we must go to another war to defend our independence, we will do it” he declared. His eyes flickered with pride and determination.

Desperation started to creep on Jon’s mind as he heard them talk about Daenerys, dragons and Targaryens. I’m one of them, he reminded himself. Even if I don’t feel like it, they will most certainly think so. What will happen then? When they know who my parents were? He asked himself. Madness.

“Everyone here has their reservations about Daenerys Targaryen, and rightly so” Bran said. Everyone turned their heads to the young man; surely, they forgot he was there as he haven’t said a word throughout the whole evening. “Lady Lyanna is right on her observation, she has two dragons. That is something to be feared” he addressed the young Lady of Bear Island. Here it comes, Jon thought, resigned. “She used her dragons in battle, the most recent one being the Reach. She used her biggest dragon against the Lannister army. Men died, devoured by dragonfire, men and horses turned to ash. Those who survived, bent the knee out of fear. She executed those who refused her. Death by fire” he shared with everyone. Shock and fear were on everyone’s faces. News of the Battle of the Reach had made its way north, but nobody knew what to believe at the time. Now, it seemed they all decided to believe the rumors of fields of fire and ashes.

Before anyone could interrupt him, Jon began to speak. “I didn’t know of the executions when I… made my choice” he admitted. “I realize now how dangerous she can be with those she sees as enemies. That’s why we’re all here. We want to protect our people, we want everyone to survive-“

“And how do you propose we do so, Your Grace” Lord Glover interrupted him “if we are threatened by the White Walkers and the Dragon Queen at the same time?”.

“By being smart, my lord” Sansa was the one to reply to him. “You all know Daenerys Targaryen a bit better now, or at least, what she’s capable of” she said as she laid her back against the chair and rested her hands on her skirts. “You ask, Lord Glover, how we protect our people? Simple, by standing together. By knowing what we’re facing” she told the Lord of Deepwood Motte. “I assure you, my family and I have been doing everything we can to know who our new allies are and what they truly want. Personally, I’ve been meeting with the Dragon Queen’s council members. I’ve talked to Tyrion Lannister yesterday and I talked to Lord Varys this afternoon”.

She didn’t mention that earlier. That man is not someone you could trust; his allegiances are far too… fluid. How many kings has he served? How many has he betrayed?

“And what have you learned?” Lady Mormont inquired.

“They all hide things and lie, though their motives might differ” at this, her expression turned somber. I’ll have to talk to her about this, he reminded himself. “But this is no new information. I’ll have to spend more time with both, to learn their motives. I also want to share some time with the rest of her council” she expressed “including your uncle, Lady Lyanna”.

Lady Mormont just nodded in agreement. Everyone wondered how Ser Jorah Mormont would be received by his House. It seemed it wasn’t a warm homecoming. Ser Jorah devoted himself to Daenerys, while House Mormont sided with the North, as it always did. Ser Jorah even stayed with Daenerys’ council on the Guest House. His duty lies with her, Jon thought, just as Lady Mormont’s lies with the North and its people.

“All the information we can get about them will help us. To keep us safe and to know how to handle them. Make no mistake, all of them are dangerous. They all speak into Daenerys’ ear, and she listens. Information is key in this situation” Sansa concluded.

“Your mind is sharp, Lady Stark, but I’m afraid you were highly influenced by the South. Winter is here” Lord Glover pointed out. “We don’t have the time for these games”.

“Whether you like it or not, Lord Glover, this is the only way we keep control of our current situation” Arya retorted. “As my sister said, they’re all dangerous, and if we don’t want to be roasted alive, I think it’s best we do what my sister suggests” her face was impassive, but her eyes blazed with defiance.

“We are welcoming, we band together to defeat the Army of the Dead. But at the same time, we remain vigilant, we remember what they’re after” Sansa declared. “We do this, and we’ll live”.

Sansa looked at Brienne and gave her a nod. Right after this, the knight went to the door and said something to the guard standing outside. A few moments passed, until some maidservants came and retired all the cutlery and plates and bowls. Then they came back with pitchers filled with water and mead. After they put the pitchers down at the center of the table, they lighted a few more candles and left.

Jon studied everyone’s faces. They were all tired. It has been a long night, he thought, but there’s still more to say.

“I want to ask something to all of you. And I would appreciate you were completely honest” Jon said. That seemed to breath new life into their expressions, for everyone was looking at him, expectant. “Why did you name me King in the North?”

All the lords and ladies looked at each other, bewildered by the question.

“Your Grace, I don’t think-” Ser Waynwood started, uttering the first words since finishing supper.

“Why have you named me your King? I want to know your reasons and I want you to be honest” he repeated.

“Because you proved yourself to be a worthy leader of the people, a good commander, and because you are Ned Stark’s son” Lyanna Mormont replied.

“Because my House have kept faith with your House for centuries, and because I want the North to be ruled by someone who knows it, a northerner” Lord Glover said.

Lord Manderly echoed Lord Glover’s words, “It’s time the North rules itself again, and there’s no one better suited for that task than a Stark, even if it’s only by blood and not by name”.

“The Vale has kept faith with the Starks for a long time; we raised our banners together once, to bring down the Mad King. But since you asked for honesty, Your Grace…” Lord Royce said, “we failed your Lord Father and the last King in the North”. Now, he was facing Sansa “When you came to Eyrie, my Lady, we all saw an opportunity to do good by your House, to do good by you” Jon could see tears were shining in Sansa’s eyes. “In all honesty, it’s not our business who the North names as their ruler, but we will keep faith with House Stark. The Vale knows no king but the King in the North” he voiced while looking at Ser Wallace. The young Waynwood nodded in agreement.

“I served King Stannis” Davos started, “but he was consumed by prophecy and the Iron Throne. While we were at the Wall, I saw you command the Night’s Watch, I saw you earn the trust of the Free Folk. Someone who can unite people like that, convince them to work together for a greater purpose, putting everything else aside, that is someone that’s worth following” he assured.

“I swore an oath to Lady Catelyn. I swore, to the Old Gods and the New, I would find her daughters and keep them safe” Brienne said. “They are both more than capable to defend themselves, but my oath still stands. I will give my life for theirs if need be, I’ll do my best to keep them safe” she declared. “I don’t care who rules the North, as long as its people are safe, as long as House Stark is safe” she concluded, bowing her head.

Jon reflected on their words for a moment, before speaking again. “I thank you for your honesty. It’s comforting to know that, after all the North went through, your loyalties lie with House Stark” he took a deep breath. It’s time, he thought. “The reason I-“ he could feel his heart going wild in his chest, “the reason I asked you this, is… it’s because-“ he felt faint.

“Your Grace are you alright?” fear was written across Davos’ face.

“I…I’m-“ he tried with all his might to say it, but the words wouldn’t come out of his mouth.

Sansa had one hand over his and the other placed on his arm, “Jon, you don’t have to do this” she whispered. He turned to look at her; concern glowing in her eyes. “Jon” she repeated.

He felt another hand, this time on his shoulder. Arya was keeping a firm grip on him, as if trying to keep him anchored. He closed his eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. I need to do it, he chastised himself, I need to tell them the truth.

“Jon is not my Father’s bastard” Bran finally said. Jon let out a heavy breath he didn’t know he was holding. He couldn’t dare to look up and see the expression on everyone’s faces. He just focused on the firm grip Arya and the comforting touch of Sansa.

“What do you mean he’s not Ned Stark’s bastard?” he could hear the shock in Lord Manderly’s voice.

“He’s not his son. Jon is the trueborn son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and my aunt Lyanna Stark” he revealed.

The silence was deafening, and that same darkness he came to know so well threatened to swallow him whole again. He slowly drifted from the solar, only being able to hear some words.

“… I cannot believe this…”

“… how do you know…”

“… the Citadel had this…”

“… Ned Stark lied to…”

“… a bloody Targaryen, here…”

“… if Robert had found out…”

“… all this time, you lied…”

“… the day he arrived…”

“… the danger we’re in…”

“… he’s a traitor? He gave…”

“Enough” Sansa seethed. It was enough to make everyone stop talking and make Jon finally look up. He took this opportunity to study everyone: Davos was astonished, Lady Mormont looked reticent, Lord Glover seemed to explode with anger, Lord Manderly seemed simply overwhelmed, Lord Royce and Ser Waynwood were looking at them, perplexed, and Brienne was standing tall, her hand on the sword pommel, but her eyes showed concern.

“I didn’t call to this meeting so you can disrespect my family” Sansa’s voice was filled with anger. “Jon wanted to be honest with you, knowing very well how you’d react, because he respects each and every single one of you. And here you are, blaming him for something he hadn’t had a say in, for Gods sake. You all made him your King when we all thought he was a Snow, a bastard” Sansa exclaimed. “You didn’t care about his name back then, why should you care now? He’s the same person that led you into battle, the same person that cares for all, lords and smallfolk alike”.

“Aye, we did that” Lord Glover said as he was looking down on them. “We did it thinking he had Ned Stark’s blood flowing through his veins, not the last dragon’s” he spat, inclined with his hands on the table.

“He may be a Targaryen by name, but Jon is a Stark, my lord. Just as my siblings and I” she said, her eyes filled with irritation. “Tell me, Lord Glover, wasn’t my aunt a Stark by birth?”

“I think you misunderstood Lord Glover, my L-“ Lord Manderly started.

“And wasn’t Jon raised in Winterfell, by my Lord Father, Eddard Stark? Wasn’t he raised in the faith of the Old Gods and the North’s traditions?” she inquired Lord Glover, her eyes fixed on him, pinning him down on the spot he was standing in.

“Yes, my lady” Lord Glover replied.

“Just as all of my siblings and myself, is it true?”

“Yes” Lord Glover’s voice was a barely audible grunt.

“Then, how can you doubt that he is less of a Stark just because another man fathered him, a man he never knew?”

An uncomfortable silence befell the room. Everyone was avoiding the heavy stare of Sansa, but not Jon. On the contrary, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He never saw her like this. A true she-wolf of Winterfell, he thought. For a moment, the pain of the evening seemed to be overshadowed, if only for a moment, by her fierceness.

Amongst the things he was feeling, there was pride, for seeing her fight for him like that, there was amazement, and there was love. He let himself feel it with all its strength for the first time, without holding back. It made him feel dizzy and focused at the same time. There was darkness, but she was shining so bright it could almost blind him. He felt awake, he felt as if he has found what he was looking for, without even knowing what he was searching for in the first place. He felt whole.

“He may not be my Father’s son, but he has Stark blood flowing through his veins, my lord” she said as she started to stride across the room. “He’s still the same man that fought for Winterfell and the North. He’s still the same man that would give up his live for his people” she was addressing all of their subjects now. “When you gave your reasons as to why you chose him as your King, you referred to him as a worthy leader, a man worth following, a northerner through and through” she recalled, her voice like iron and her eyes like steel. “What changed in the minutes that passed between then and now?” She went back to her place on the table, siting very still.

“Lady Sansa, nothing’s changed. As you say, he’s the same man he’s always been” Lord Royce was the brave soul that answered her. “But we can’t ignore what this means. Lord Bran talked about records taken from the Citadel that were made by the High Septon at the time. That’s legitimate proof that your brot- that your cousin is the rightful heir to the Iron Throne” he said, leaning forward. “Daenerys Targaryen started a war of conquest. She thinks she is the last of her House and the true heir to the Throne. Neither of those things are true. My Lady, this changes everything”.

Sansa’s hands had a hard grip on the armrests of her chair, her knuckles were turning white. Jon slowly placed his hand over hers and tried to loosen her grip. She let go of the armrest to intertwine her hand with his. “We’re aware of that, Lord Royce. We’re aware of what this means to all of us”.

“If I may be frank with you, you have no idea what this means” Lord Manderly affirmed. “You weren’t even born when Robert’s Rebellion took place, you don’t know what happened to the realm, what it pushed us to raise our banners against the Targaryens” he sighed. “Aerys was mad, he burned every single person that opposed him, every person that he disliked. Whispers of what was happening at court made their way even this far north. All the Seven Kingdoms knew about the state of the King. The realm was as fragile as his sanity” he recalled. He looked at Jon with pity in his eyes “All it took was your Father and Mother running off together for chaos to take over”.

Jon held Sansa’s hand tighter. How many people have died because of that? He thought. How many have suffered, because two people were in love?

“The Rebellion almost destroyed this country. Houses left without their lords and without heirs. Childless mothers, Fatherless children” the Lord of White Harbor lamented. “And I’m truly sorry, Your Grace, about everything”.

Jon couldn’t talk, couldn’t move, so he just looked at him.

Taking it as an acknowledgement, Lord Manderly continued, “But if one mad Targaryen managed to do all that damage, what can we expect of one with dragons?”

“Lord Bran said she used them in battle” Ser Waynwood added, “that she used them on her enemies…” his voice was merely a whisper.

“All your worries are justified, my lords, but we are making assumptions on something that hasn’t happened yet” Davos cut in. “Are you planning on talking to Daenerys?” he asked Jon.

“Yes, with her and her council. Better she finds out about this from me and not somebody else”.

“She might react well to the news, for all we know. Thinking she’s all alone in the world, but then discovering she’s not” Davos tried to stay the most positive he could. Beside him, Jon felt Sansa shiver at his words.

Some minutes passed before Lady Mormont asked him, “Are you planning on telling the people?”

“Yes, after I’ve talked to Daenerys. I want to tell this to the people with her, so they can see there’s nothing to worry about” he replied.

“Assuming she has a positive reaction to you being her nephew” Lord Glover added.

“We’re planning on doing so in the next couple of days, my lady” Sansa said, ignoring Lord Glover’s remark. “We are preparing for war and winter, after all. That takes time. But I can assure you, we’re doing everything in our power to ensure everyone’s safety” she affirmed.

“Don’t make promises you cannot keep, Lady Stark” Lord Glover said and then left the solar.

Everyone stared at the opened door. The uneasiness was palpable.

“Are there any more urgent matters to discuss?” she was facing Sansa.

“No, my lady, that is all” she answered.

“It’s been a long day. I’m sure we can all use some rest after everything we’ve discussed tonight” she said, standing up and heading towards the door. “My lords, my ladies, Your Grace” she bowed respectfully. With that she was also out of the room.

Lord Manderly came to stand before Jon and bowed to him, “Your Grace. My ladies, my lord. Anything you need, I’m at your disposal”.

“Thank you, my lord” Jon said.

Lord Manderly nodded and walked out of the room.

“I hope we can continue to speak about this” Lord Royce told them, “so we can find a way to calm the people when you break the news to them. If I can be of any service…”

“We appreciate it, Lord Royce” Sansa gave the white-haired man a small smile. “Thank you, and you, Ser Waynwood, for coming tonight”.

“It’s our honor, Lady Stark” Ser Wallace replied.

Only Davos and Brienne remained, along with his family. “Brienne, you can retire now. Go get some rest” Sansa said to her sworn sword.

Brienne looked relieved that she could leave the place, though she tried to hide it. “Flint will be guarding your door tonight, my lady” she informed Sansa.

“Alright. Now go get some rest”

Brienne nodded, but the worry was still visible in her eyes. “Your Grace” she addressed Jon. “Lady Arya, Lord Bran”.

Sansa and Arya were talking to Bran, when he went to sit by Davos’ side.

“You weren’t kidding about it being madness” Davos chuckled as he took a sip of mead. He turned to him, he had his brow furrowed. “How are you holding up? I know this must have been tough”

“I’m… I’ll be fine” he tried to be honest with him. Davos was always honest with him. He owed the man so much. “Thank you for tonight”

“For what?”

“For trying to appease them, for sticking up for me”

“I think that lady over there did it better than I ever could” Davos laughed.

He turned to look at Sansa. She was deep in conversation with her siblings. Bran said something that made the sisters look at each other. Sansa let out a heavy sigh and Arya smiled at her sister and went to pull Bran’s wheeled chair over to where he was with Davos. Sansa caught him staring; he could see the blush creeping up her face.

“I think I’ll leave you with your family. We’ll talk tomorrow” his advisor said. Jon couldn’t tear his eyes away from Sansa. I need to talk to her, tell her… something, he thought. “Jon”.

“Yes?” he turned around to face the man, but as he did, he found something akin to realization in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I want to go over the formations tomorrow, if you’re not busy”

“Sure. In the afternoon”

“Alright. Your Grace” he gave a little bow. “My ladies, my lord” he said to his cousins.

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“Well… It definitely could have been worse” Arya stated once Davos left. “But Glover is a piece of shit”

“Arya” Jon and Sansa said in unison. They shared a tender look, but the sound of Arya’s laugh made them turn their attention back to her.

“You” she said, pointing at Sansa “were thinking the same, especially before, during and after you scolded him like a child” she argued. “And I don’t even need to talk about you” she said, referring to him, “after what he said about Father… I’m surprised you didn’t jump at him”.

“He just needs a good night’s sleep to reflect on everything that he’s learnt tonight” Sansa replied.

“Aye… but he disrespected all of you” he said to Sansa. “For doing that, he is a piece of shit” he looked at Arya; her mouth was turning into a smile. He smiled back and pulled her into a quick embrace.

“I wanted to-“

“We’ll always have your back, Jon. There’s nothing you need to thank us for” Bran interjected.

He kneeled and gave his cousin a warm hug. “Still, thank you”. He pulled back and saw that Bran was smiling. It was a small thing, but still, it filled him with relief to know that Bran was still there, somewhere, and not this stoic young man that barely felt anything.

“Do you still want to talk to Sam tonight?”

He forgot about that. If he was being honest with himself, he wanted to sleep for a fortnight. But he still had to tell his friend the truth. “We’ll do it tomorrow” he said.

“We go to the library after breaking fast. I’ll call for you when we’re done”

“I don’t know about you, but I could use some sleep” Arya told her brother. She called after the guard standing outside. “Please, help me get my brother to his chambers” she ordered. “We’ll see you tomorrow, then” she said, turning to Sansa and him.

“Get some rest, both of you” Sansa said before they were out of the solar.

“Yes, Lady Stark” they could hear Arya teasing from the hallway.

Sansa tilted her head, trying to hide a chuckle, as she moved closer to hearth. The light coming from it made wonderful things to her auburn hair. It casted a yellow glow all over it, bathing her in light; her fair skin and blue eyes shining against her fiery hair. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

“Well, it could’ve been worse” she claimed, grabbing the direwolf figurine placed above the hearth. “I’m sorry you had to hear all that”, she wasn’t looking at him, giving her full attention to the figurine instead.

He went to stand by her side. “There’s nothing you should feel sorry about”.

“They should have shown more respect. Especially Lord Glover. You’re still King”.

“I’m just glad they know” he confessed. He looked at her; she was still staring at the direwolf. “One less thing to worry about” he added, trying to lighten the mood.

“There’s still plenty to worry about”. She raised her head and looked at him, her eyes full of worry. “We have to very careful. Now, more people know the truth” she pointed out. She put the direwolf made of wood back in its place and reached for his hand. Her touch was warm and firm. “We have to do this on our terms. I have no doubt Varys has his little birds flying around here. Especially after our conversation”.

“You didn’t mention it earlier”.

“You already had enough going on. I didn’t want to burden you with more things”. She moved a chair in front of the hearth and then sat; he did the same.

“Besides, it’s not like I can’t handle Varys”, she relaxed into the chair, tilting her head and sighed. “I don’t think it will be like it was with Littlefinger”.

He’s been meaning to talk about Baelish. What happened that it all ended up like this? He asked himself. Sansa was no killer, she would have to have reasons to order the execution, and for the Knights of the Vale to agree and pledge their loyalty to House Stark, instead of remaining loyal to their Lord Protector.

“Why did you do it?” he asked after a few moments. He leaned forward, never taking his eyes from her. She looked at him for a moment, then turned her eyes to the hearth.

“We already told you, he was a threat to our House”.

“He was a threat to all of us the minute he decided to stay” he argued, his eyes still locked on her.

“We had just taken our home back, with his help no less” she pointed out, locking eyes with him. “How would you had me repay him for his help?”

“Not letting him stay comes to mind”

She gave a bitter laugh at his answer. “You didn’t know him. I believe you didn’t even have a conversation with him” she replied, standing up, starting to pace around the room. He stood up as well.

You may be right on a lot of things Sansa, but you are wrong on that one, he wanted to tell her. He decided not to.

“The reason I never told you about the Vale is because if I asked for his help, I knew I had to repay Littlefinger in some way” she continued, stopping in her tracks to look at him. “I knew what he wanted since the day we retook Winterfell, he told me himself”.

He remembered his only conversation with the man. “I love Sansa, as I loved her mother”, he had said. He wanted Sansa. Jon felt anger boiling hot in his veins; the same one he felt when he confessed to Jon at the Crypts.

“That was reason enough to send him back to the Vale” he fumed.

“You need to keep men like that close to you. If they’re close, at least you can know what they want, what they do” she stressed quickly. “He betrayed everyone he knew. Would you had me sent a man like that away, to plan Gods know what?”

“Yes. If it meant you were safe, then yes. Especially after I left” he argued, taking a few steps closer to her.

She let out a heavy sigh. She loomed closer, her steps making her look like a wolf ready to attack its prey.

“You think I kept Littlefinger around for fun? His face reminded me of every single thing I’ve been through” she spat. Her eyes were locked with his, neither of them being able, or wanting, to break away from the stare. “Like I said, I kept him around, so I could know what he was up to”. The air was growing thicker, and they both found themselves a little bit closer. She noticed this, so she went back to pacing around the room.

“Sure there must have been other ways to keep him-“

“There were no other ways with him. With him, you played his game, by his rules” she interjected him. “So, I sat at the Great Hall, ruling in your stead, while he whispered things in my ear”. Even if her face didn’t show it, her eyes shone with hurt. The things he must have said to her, the ways he must have tried to manipulate her. His anger was an ugly, fiery beast in his chest.

“He wanted me to turn on you, once he saw the lords doubting you” she confessed. “When that didn’t work, he tried to pit me against Arya” her eyes were shining with tears. “He wanted to convince me that Arya would kill me if I ever tried to usurp your crown”.

He took a deep breath as he closed his eyes. How he wanted to have him alive, just so he can make good on the promise he made him.

“He even mentioned Daenerys”

“What did he say about her?” he asked, a bit eagerly.

“He mentioned the possibility of your political alliance involving a possible marriage” she replied, coming to a halt. “He said a marriage between you and Daenerys was possible and that together you’d be impossible to defeat”. She had her back to him, so Jon couldn’t see her face, but her voice had a tint of uncertainty and fear to it. “He insinuated you might take her side after your letter arrived”.

That’s it. If he ever wanted to tell her about his relationship with his aunt, the time was now. It was night time, they were alone in the last floor of the Keep. He took a deep breath and prayed to the Old Gods and the New for this to go as smoothly as it can.

“There’s something about Daenerys that I haven’t told you”. This made her turn around; her face full of concern, her eyes glowing with apprehension. He felt as if he couldn’t breathe. “You already know how hard it was for me to convince her to aid us”. He stepped closer to her. “Even after what happened beyond the Wall… she still had her doubts, so I had to make sure she wouldn’t walk out on us” his voice was merely a whisper and he couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eye.

“What do you mean?”

He felt his chest tighten and still couldn’t look at her.

“What do you mean? What did you do?” she inquired.

Her harsh tone made him look up; she had her arms wrapped around herself and her face hardened, but her eyes, her eyes were filled with hurt and that broke him.

“I slept with her” he confessed.

His confession was met with silence and disconcert. Her silence only made it worse for him, so he kept on talking, “Before leaving for Eastwatch, I noticed the change in the way she behaved around me” he explained, “she wasn’t as harsh, she was more open”. Sansa stepped away from him, looking away. He followed her; she needed to know, to understand his reasons. “After what happened at the Wall, she still wasn’t willing to let go of the war for the throne, so I… I took your advice-“

Her bitter laugh stopped him. “My advice?” she repeated. Her face was red, and her eyes were gleaming with unshed tears. “My advice was to be smarter than Father and Robb, not to sleep with the enemy” she retorted.

“And that was me being smarter. She wouldn’t come North, unless I gave her a reason, a personal reason, to fight for it” he was quick to respond.

“So, the fate of the entire North depends on how she feels about you” she spat. “Thank you for telling me this, Jon, I feel much safer now”, she gave him an icy look.

“I did it, so you could all be safe” he all but yelled. Their gazes were heavy on the other, almost turning them to statues. “I don’t think you understand this: without her, we don’t have much of a chance”.

“Then, I hope it was worth your time” she quipped.

“Why are you acting this way?” She didn’t want to face him, so he was chasing after her around the room. Her reaction was not what he had expected. He wanted to understand why she snapped at him all the sudden.

She turned around; she looked furious and hurt, but also shaken. She didn’t look like this when we all talked alone after my arrival, he thought.

“Why?” A bitter, humorless chuckle came out of her lips. “You’re seriously asking me that?” she said, her voice like steel.

“Yes, I’m seriously asking, because I don’t understand”

“You don’t understand” she repeated. “Of course, you don’t”

She turned and moved towards the door, but before she could reach it, Jon was standing between the door and her.

“If only you had listened to me, and sent a representative-” she started

“Then we would be with no allies and no armies”

She crept a little closer, “So you decided to play the game? A game you obviously have no idea how to play?”

“You think this was a game for me?” he was growing more exasperated by the second.

“It sure feels like it. First you gamble with our home and lands, then with our own lives” Her steely gaze was pinning him against the wooden door. “And now you tell me you gave yourself to her”

“I didn’t give myself to her”.

“Right, you just bedded her” she was quick to respond. “The North surely will thank you for that”.

He stepped away from the door and locked his eyes with hers. “You say all you want, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t do this to help the North, for the people. I’m not asking you to understand".

They were standing so close now, they shared the same air. It hurts, he thought, having her so close.

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that; two statues facing each other, being so close they were almost one. He felt the tension in the air shift as he started to get lost in her eyes. It made him close the little distance between them, even for the tiniest bit, but it seemed as though she was also pulled towards him. He could see the ice in her eyes starting to melt like the snow does on a heavy summer’s day. Both of their bodies, tensed like the string of a bow from their back-and-forth, were now starting to relax. Jon moved his hand, he wanted to touch her face so desperately. Just as he managed to cup her cheek, realization dawned in her face and she took several steps back.

“Is there anything else you’d like to tell me?” she had her eyes fixed on the ground and had her arms around her.

“I… No, there’s-“

“Good. I’d like to go to my chambers, now. It’s been a long day and there’s a lot of urgent matters I’ve got to tend to early in the morning” she stated.

“Sure” he moved and opened the door for her, after doing that, he turned to look back at her. She had her eyes on him, her tears were running free now, and it looked as if she wanted to say something. Ultimately, she didn’t. She just took a deep breath and darted from the room.

“Sansa” he whispered as she passed him by. He didn’t know if she was able to hear him; he barely heard himself.

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It wasn’t until the fire in the hearth was dying out that he realized time had passed. He went to the window to look outside; the moon was still high in the sky, the stars shinning bright all around it.

It was in that moment he realized how tired he was. He went to the hearth, put the fire out, and left the solar. He felt tired to the bone, as if he had just spent the last fortnight fighting non-stop.

He absentmindedly made his way to his chambers. Once there, he only bothered to remove his boots, which he threw quickly to the side of his bed, and this cape, which he put inside the armoire. But just as he was about to close the wooden door of the armoire, he remembered Sansa’s gift. He took out the cape again, taking the pin on his hand. Then he put the cape again inside the wooden wardrobe and went to his bed. He sat on the edge, passing a finger through both direwolves. He felt a pain so sharp on his chest, he let out a trembling sigh. He put the pin down on his nightstand and laid down. That night he dreamt of snow falling gently, of a woman dressed in blue and grey, kissed by fire, and of blue winter roses that bloomed in a green field. That night, he dreamt of spring.

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Either/Or: Christmas Day 1 (Hufflepuff)

The snow was a thick blanket atop every inch of the campus. The grounds were ancient and freezing if not for the roaring fires everywhere they could be lit. For a giant castle, the scenery was surprisingly perfect for the season. But for a giant castle, it was also freezing almost everywhere you turned. While the rolling hills were pure white, and the silhouettes of trees were knotty hands scratching at the cloud-grey sky, the lake sloshed around some ice but still lapped at the shore, curing its ache.

As the year started to end, the grounds at Hogwarts cleared out. It grew eerily quiet with the distinct lack of people for the holiday. Lena settled in her common room in front of the large fireplace, a giant book on astronomy open on her lap and a plate of her favorite sweets lounging on the arm of the couch.

It didn’t take much for the administration to agree to let Lena stay. There wasn’t anywhere to go, and her inheritance wouldn’t be available until after she graduated. Instead, Lena Luthor would remain on campus grounds like a ward of the state. Due to the limited staff, she more than likely wouldn’t see another living creature, and she was pretty okay with that after the introduction back to her old classmates after what her father did.

There was already a list of things Lena hoped to do since she would have the whole place to herself for a while. A stack of books sat beside her bed, waiting to be shortened. She was going to use the Astronomy tower unimpeded by anyone else rushing her along. She was going to give herself some un-supervised time on her broom to see if she could get over her initial dislike of it. She was going to create a whole map of the grounds, every nook and cranny. It’d be the first of its kind, and she was eager to do it.

But, as usual, Lena Luthor didn’t take into account Kara.

She hadn’t the first time she met her, nor the day she returned back to Hogwarts, nor the afternoon she kissed her. In all actuality, Lena didn’t even realize how often she didn’t remember that her maybe girlfriend was a force to be reckoned with, and was even more stubborn than herself, which was saying a lot.

“Wha-- What are you doing?”

“I’m reading,” Lena muttered without even looking up from her book.

She didn’t have to move to know that the tall chaser was leaning against the doorway, crossing her arms in front of her chest, while the rest of her relaxed. Lena knew she’d be in her muggle clothes, in those jeans and that comfy, thick sweater that covered her hands and looked nice against her blonde waves.

Lena just knew that Kara existed like that. She could sense it.

“No, I see that,” Kara furrowed. “But why aren’t you ready to go?”

“Um… because I’m not going anywhere,” she snorted and turned the page.

“You’re coming home with me. I thought we’d already been through this.”

“Do you mean when you told me what I should be doing for Christmas break? Or when you told me to think about it, but still gave me that damned pout that you know is the worst kind of effective on me?” Lena listed calmly tucking a marker into her book before she shut it. “Or when I told you thank you, but I’d rather be left alone?”

“Yeah, all of those times,” she nodded. “What are you going to do, sit around all break and mope?”

“I have plans.”

“Lena, this is insane. I thought you were just being dramatic.”

“I say what I mean and I mean what I say.”

Only when Lena looked up at finally met Kara’s eyes did she see how angry she’d grown at how ridiculous it all must sound. She balled up her fists and her face contorted slightly from the ease of happiness that always seemed so natural. The red of her anger grew up her neck and to her cheeks.

“You want to stay here, alone, in an empty school with no one but ghosts to keep you company instead of coming to your girlfriend’s home, that is warm and cozy and full of people and food and holiday cheer?”

There was hurt there, beneath the controlled anger. Lena heard it and she felt it more than normal.

“Your offer was sweet, but I don’t want to make your holiday weird. I know what my broth--”

“No one cares.”

“I care,” she interjected before the familiar talk of support.

If one thing was certain, it was that Kara was Lena’s number one fan and biggest supporter. She wouldn’t take any sense of doubt from Lena about her place in the world and what she was rightfully entitled to at the very least.

“I invited you because I want you around. I don’t want you to be miserable and alone. I wanted to spend time with you because you’re my-- you’re my-- you’re my girlfriend, and more than that, I care about you, and I want you to be happy.”

Kara sputtered her words and turned slightly shy at the honest in them. She scratched the back of her neck and looked at Lena for just a quick seconds before retreating to the ground as she scratched a little higher.

It was a decision that Lena thought she’d already made. She thought she didn’t have to do it formally because she thought Kara left already and she thought that the offer was just out of kindness. And it was, but now, she learned it was also something more.

Lena looked at her book and back at her newly confirmed girlfriend and her heartbeat a little quicker and a little warmer at the news.

“I planned stuff for us to do,” Kara shrugged. “But if you want to stay, you can. Not that you need my permission, I’m just saying. I get it. It’s stupid, but I do.”

“It’s not stupid.”

“It’s stupid to lock yourself away and make me waste my time off worrying about you.”

“I don’t--”

“Nothing matters. They’ll love you,” she promised quickly, capitalizing on indecision while she could.

On the couch, Lena shifted her legs before looking at her book and then to her list of all the things she planned on doing before looking back at Kara and nodding to herself.

“It’ll take me about five minutes to pack.”

The Danver’s home was everything Lena thought it would be. Gone was the frigid and exacting cold of the expansive grounds at school, and in the place of the monolithic structures and impersonal facade was a quaint three story row house in the heart of London.

Throughout the block, lights and decorations illuminated the other yards, so that the entire street glowed. Sidewalks were cleared, but snow stacked on railings and roofs. It wasn’t cramped, but it was very close. Everything was kind of stacked up together, and the windows were golden and orange and filled with frost and people smiling.

Lena didn’t want to admit that it was a much better way to spend the holiday that what she had planned alone at school.

“This is going to be great,” Kara cheered.

“I’ve never played something like this before,” Lena fret as she took the seat on the floor beside her girlfriend.

The family crowded around the coffee table that was now holding only the board game. Each set it up in their own way, and Lena watched with rapt attention. Much of her visit to the muggle world included simple amazements at the most basic things, much to Kara’s enjoyment.

But Lena never had a chance to experience the muggle world. She was forbidden, and no one spoke as to why, but it was at least a thought once for everyone in attendance.

There were no enchantments on the house. Lena expected it to be different when she walked inside, but there was no charm making it larger. It was cozy and full of people. Kara’s aunt and uncle, who raised her from the age of eight, seemed to have a knack for adopting entire hoards of lost ones.

While the parents sat on the couch, Alex and her girlfriend shared a chair. Kara’s friends were on the other side, James and Winn taking a corner. The house was bursting at the seams with relatives that came to visit during the week, while the inhabitants filled it completely.

“I think you’re going to be very good at it,” Eliza smiled graciously as she placed little characters at the square marked ‘go.’

For some reason, it gave Lena a bit of courage. She wasn’t sure why, but the matron of the family had this way about her, of supporting and instilling a sense of security over whoever entered her home.

“That’s why you’re on my team,” Kara nodded. “I didn’t want to go against you.”

Her smile was mischievous and kind and warm and Lena sighed and sank deeper into her sweater that was a new addition to her wardrobe courtesy of the pretty girl beside her. It eclipsed her frame, but it made her happy.

A few hours and lots of yelling and laughing later, Lena did, in fact, win her first ever game of Monopoly, much to everyone’s amusement. Kara beamed and someone took a picture of them, only it wouldn’t move. It was stuck in that one instant forever-- with the plump Christmas tree shining and glittering with its red and green bulbs and handmade decorations in the background.

On the third floor, tucked in a small, back corner of the house, with its half sloping roof and small window, Lena found herself in a cozy room that acted as an office for someone. The couch was made up for her, her suitcase sat on the floor in the corner, and on the desk sat a few presents she’d picked up when Kara dragged her all over town showing her sights and letting her shop.

The entire visit had been spectacular, and for the first time during it, Lena let herself snuggle into the worn quilt and stare out the window at the rest of the neighborhood and wonder if this was something she could have or do in the future. It shouldn’t have been a crazy notion, but something about the holidays always made her a little forlorn and even torn. She longed for a family she never had, and wanted one she didn’t know how to.

The sounds of the house settled until it was fairly quiet. A car passed in the slush outside while the radiator warmed up and the fire crackled downstairs. The little space heater glowed bright red, making the room feel like the inside of a sauna. But Lena adored it.

But it was so quiet, that Lena heard the gentle steps from across the attic, when from Kara’s room a body crept. A small tap echoed hollowly in the Christmas Eve night.

“Hey,” Kara whispered, slowly opening the door. “I can’t sleep.”

“I thought your family was joking about how excited you get for Christmas.”

In the dim light, Kara smiled shoved her hands in the pockets of her festive holiday pyjamas. Lena sat up slightly on the couch.

“I just wanted to check on you. See how you were doing. It’s been a crazy visit, and I know this isn’t your cup of tea usually.”

“This has been the best.”

“Yeah?”

“Truly,” Lena promised.

Kara slid onto the couch when Lena tugged her knees up to her chest.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come visit you at night sooner. I didn’t want to impose, or make it weird.”

“And you’re afraid of Eliza,” Lena grinned.

“But its Christmas Eve, and I kind of wanted to spend it with you. Maybe stay up and watch a movie.”

“Another Christmas one?”

It was almost a groan that Lena let out, though Kara looked too cute nodding eagerly as she pulled that black phone out of her pocket.

“Someone’s got to corrupt you with all of the muggle stories,” Kara settled against the couch.

Somewhere between propping the phone on the little table and putting her arm on back the couch, Kara felt Lena snuggle into her side and share her blanket. Still new and not quite sure how to have a girlfriend, she felt her body buzz with this warmth and electricity just below the surface of her skin at the contact.

“Thank you for not letting me stay at school,” Lena muttered about halfway through the film. She had her arm wrapped around Kara’s ribs and she heard her heart beating in her chest.

When Kara looked down at the girl who was keeping her grounded, she was met with Lena’s eyes, and even in the dim light of the space heater and the movie, she was distracted by them. So she kissed Lena. Soft and sleepy and cozy, she kissed her and smiled halfway through because she couldn’t contain how happy she felt.

“Thank you,” Kara mumbled, unsure what to say after a kiss like that.

Lena blushed and resumed her spot.

A few seconds later, Kara found herself unable to concentrate on the movie, and she watched fat flakes begin to fall finally outside. She hugged Lena a little more and settled into the couch.

“Happy Christmas, Lena.”

“Happy Christmas.”

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emeraldwaves · 5 years

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Title: A Dragon’s Magic Chapter 6 Pairing: Kacchako Rating: M Word Count: 5,430 Summary: Uraraka Ochako has always believed in dragons, though she was constantly told they were long since extinct. Now an adult and professional mage, she’s ready to help her parents as a healer for their village. The last thing she expects is for her beliefs to become a reality, but when a dragon attacks her village, she learns there’s more to magic than she ever could’ve realized. Read on AO3 Thanks to @its-love-u-asshole for reading this over. Todoroki is finally here

"I see it!" Uraraka cheered, pointing towards a tower way off in the distance. Katsuki growled. Did she really have to be so energetically happy all the damn time?

Katsuki immediately picked up his pace, scuffing his boots against the ground. "Great, let's walk faster then."

His body ached and his cheeks throbbed. The dragon didn't enjoy feeling the subtle pulses of pain which pressed against his face. He should never have transformed for her last night. He wasn't even sure why he did... Her stupid face looked so fucking eager, and maybe he liked the idea of impressing her... just a bit. Fucking humans were so easily swayed by things they didn't understand, whether it be for good or for bad.

Holding his human form was turning out to be more difficult than he thought. The dragon was desperate to come out, wanting to take over his body... and when he gave it permission last night, it was hard to not stay in it completely.

"Here," Uraraka said, breaking his mind of his thoughts as he turned to the girl next to him. "You'll need your cloak to cover your face." She reached her hand up towards his cheek and he smacked her hand away, grabbing the long red cape from her.

He didn't need a repeat of last night, when their lips were so damn close, noses almost touching. What the hell was that anyway? She didn't say anything, neither of them had, and Katsuki wasn't keen on bringing it up.

"Ah..." She pulled back her hand. "S-Sorry," she stammered. "Are you okay, Bakugou?" she asked. "You seem extra, uhm, upset... today..." she said slowly.

"I'm fucking fine!" he hissed. Like hell he was going to tell her he was in pain and not looking forward to walking through a city of humans.

On the horizon the city appeared, and Katsuki wrinkled his nose. It smelled like smoke... but not the kind he was familiar with. It felt artificial, and even from this far away, the air felt sticky against his bare skin.

He wrapped the cloak around himself, pulling the furry hood up over his head. Uraraka's eyes scanned his body, as if she were looking for something. He jerked his head back, watching her movements carefully. "Oi, what-"

"Good! Okay... if you keep your head angled down a little bit, you should be fine. They shouldn't see the scales on your cheek..." she nodded, continuing towards the bridge which led to the central city.

Katsuki did as he was told, keeping his gaze towards the stone bridge. He hated looking like he was bowing his head to these damn creatures, but the last thing he needed was to get caught in the giant human base. In the small village, he had a chance, especially with Uraraka helping him... here, there was no way he would be able to escape and he doubted she would have any say over anything that happened.

"Todoroki's place is close to the library," Uraraka said, trying once again to make small talk. "I think it's cause he likes to study so much. Or 'research' as he calls it," she laughed.

Katsuki also didn't give a shit about meeting her friend. He was a means to a fucking end. He wanted to get in, find out where dumbass Kirishima was, and then leave. They didn't have time to sit around and catch up... but knowing Uraraka she would want to do just that.

"State your business."

Katsuki stopped walking, turning his gaze to meet the soldier who stood in front of him.

"We're visiting a friend!" Uraraka was quick to jump in. "Todoroki Shouto, he's a mage and my friend from school."

"Yes, I am aware of the scholarly mage," the man said, and Uraraka blinked.

"You are?" she asked. "I uh... Okay! Great!"

"I hope you have a nice visit," the man nodded, bowing to her.

Katsuki blinked, stepping after her as they made their way inside the city gates. It was surprisingly easy to get into the city. Katsuki expected to answer far more questions than that... but perhaps this Todoroki person was more important than Uraraka let on. How many people used his name to get into the city?

The buildings were far taller and closer together than Uraraka's village, and he glanced towards her as she walked through the streets in awe, her mouth wide open. "W-Wow..." she breathed. "This place is huge!" she blinked. "I've never been here before!"

As they came to a crosswalk, Uraraka paused, blinking as she glanced down the streets. "Uhm..."

"What?" Katsuki asked, tilting his head.

"I... actually have no idea where the library is. I-I hope Todoroki is home too... I didn't really have anyway to contact him that I would be coming!" she laughed, rubbing the back of her neck.

"What?!" Katsuki growled. "So you have no fucking clue where you're going!?"

"S-Shh!!" she said, reaching up to cover his mouth.

"MMMPHMMM..." he grunted against her hands, trying to pull back.

"Don't be so loud!" she said. "You're calling attention to us!"

She moved her hands from his mouth and he immediately grabbed her wrist. "Oh and that was inconspicuous as hell!" he scoffed.

"T-The last thing we need is people seeing y-your- your!!" She pointed directly at his face.

"HAH!? You're the one making a fucking scene right now!" he yelled, slapping her finger away from his face.

"W-We'll just have to ask someone then!" She glanced down one of the pathways, noting the stalls lining the streets. "Look!" she said, pointing yet again. "There are plenty of vendors down there. I'm sure one of them knows where the library is and we can figure out where Todoroki is from there!" she said, looking rather proud of her plan she clearly pulled out of her damn ass.

"Whatever, Cheeks," he huffed, waving his hand. "You lead the fucking way." He was already tired, the energy in the city draining him. There were so many humans and smells overwhelming his senses. Already five or six people bumped into him and he was ready to absolutely cut their throats out. "Can we please just get a fucking move on-"

"Uraraka!?" A voice called out, and both of them turned to see a young man standing in the middle of the street. His hair was strange, half white and half red, split perfectly down the middle and large scar covered part of his eye.

"T-Todoroki!" she gasped. "We found you!"

She never felt so damn relieved in her whole life.

"T-Todoroki! We found you!" she blurted out upon seeing him.

He blinked, his multi-colored eyes widening. "You were looking for me?" he asked, still standing awkwardly in the middle of the road. Todoroki was never the best at social interaction.

Letting out a sigh of relief, she approached him first. "Yes, thank goodness we found you."

"We?" he asked, glancing at her once again.

"Mhm! This is Bakugou!" she paused, not wanting to tell Todoroki everything out loud on a crowded street. She knew he would be thrilled to say the least, and surrounded by a large amount of people didn't seem to be the time and the place. "He's... uhm... actually..."

"Your boyfriend?"

Ochako's face lit up completely red. "W-What!?" she flailed her hands up and down, shaking her head quickly. Her brown hair whipped against her cheeks. "N-No! Nothing like that!" she hurried

Why would Todoroki think that? They weren't even standing next to each other! Sure, they had one awkward almost kiss the night before, but there was no way Todoroki would know about that!

"Ah. Sorry," he said, nodding his head.

"He's just a friend!" she squeaked out and Bakugou stepped by her.

"Oi. Half and Half," he said, pulling his hood back enough to show his scales, exactly what Ochako didn't want him to do. "We got a fuckin' problem. You gonna talk to us or not?"

Todoroki's eyes widened, his gaze shimmering with excitement and confusion as he stared at Bakugou's face. "Let's... Let's get back to my place," he nodded, glancing at Ochako.

"Yeah, good plan," she nodded. Walking next to Bakugou, she followed Todoroki's brisk pace. "You shouldn't just pull your hood back like that!" she hissed.

"Okay, Mom," he snorted.

"Do you want to get caught?!" she frowned, reaching up to smack the backside of his head.

"OI!" he yelled, and Todoroki turned to look back at them, tilting his head.

"We're fine..." she said, waving her hand quickly.

She folded her arms, and tried to focus on the sights, instead of how stupid Bakugou was being.

Admittedly, Ochako wasn't sure what to expect when they made it to the city, and so far the entire experience only made her anxious. There were far more people than she initially anticipated and she kept glancing towards Bakugou, nervous his cloak would fall off and people would notice his scales immediately. Of course, he obviously didn't care, since he was willing to take it off to show anyone!

She sighed, and tried to focus on the buildings. They were packed tightly together and Ochako wondered what it would be like to leave your house everyday and see so many people... so many faces you didn't recognize. Back home, Ochako knew everyone and a simple walk into town would elicit at least four or five 'good morning's.

It actually surprised her Todoroki would live in a place like this. She assumed it probably had plenty of supplies and information, so the trade off was worth it.

Not wishing to deal with Bakugou's huffy attitude, she skipped ahead, standing next to Todoroki. "It's good to see you Todoroki!" she smiled.

His hands were wrapped around the bag full of various supplies. The deep red and ice blue gems on the bracelets which wrapped around his hands glistened in the daylight. Ochako was certain she had never seen Todoroki without the jewelry.

"It is... good to see you too, Uraraka," he nodded. "Though... surprising. I didn't receive word you were coming."

"Actually, I, uh, didn't send word!" she laughed nervously. "It's been a whirlwind of a few days."

"I can only assume," he muttered, glancing back at Bakugou. The angry blond stomped down the street, hands shoved into his pockets. He looked annoyed, glaring at anyone who looked his way. At least that stopped people from staring too long.

"Yeah... I can explain when we're in private."

"Indeed," Todoroki nodded. "This should not be discussed in public."

They continued down the street, pushing past crowds of people until they came upon a large building. It was white with a golden dome on top, and large stairs led up to a pillared entrance. "What is that?!" Ochako gasped, her eyes widening.

"The library. It's rather large inside. Later we might have to use it," he admitted. "Depending on... what you have to say."

"It's just a giant fucking building, who cares. Keep moving," Bakugou muttered, pushing his hand against Ochako's back.

"A-Ah! O-Okay!" she blushed, continuing forward.

"My place is only a bit away."

Todoroki wasn't joking when he said he lived close to the library. Just on the other side of the street, he stopped at a thin building, pulling a key out. He opened the door, hurrying them both inside.

The room was small, full of various bottles and potions, trinkets Ochako had never seen before. There was a small kitchen and table off to the side, as well as shelves of books. There was a staircase in the back which probably led to his bedroom, and knowing Todoroki... more books. It was incredibly organized. Far more organized than Ochako could ever dream of being.

"You're not human are you?" Todoroki asked, placing his bag of new supplies on the table.

"Cutting right to the chase, are you Half and Half?" Bakugou snorted, yanking his hood down. The scales glistened in the sunlight pouring in through the front windows. His ears were long and noticeable now without the hood as well and Ochako hated how much she blushed looking at how attractive he looked.

"I don't see any reason to dance around the subject. This is clearly why you're here, is it not?" he asked, turning towards Ochako.

She bit her lip. "It is... Bakugou is... a dragon."

Todoroki's eyes widened. "A dragon?! An actual, thought to be extinct, dragon?" he gasped and immediately stepped towards him.

"Don't touch me!" he growled, angrily glaring at Todoroki. "And I swear to fucking hell..." Bakugou snorted. "Why the hell do all humans think dragons are extinct?!"

"Because technically you are... As far as humans are aware... dragons do not exist."

Bakugou clicked his tongue. "Yeah because that's what we wanted you to fucking think," he snarled.

"Exactly, so forgive us if we look at you as something we didn't believe to exist," Todoroki scoffed, folding his arms.

"Uraraka," Bakugou hissed, pointing his finger out in Todoroki's direction. "Who is this fucker again?"

Todoroki's eyes widened and blinked at the finger in front of him.

Ochako sighed, and rubbed her forehead. "Please, Bakugou, there's no need to be rude. Todoroki is a professional mage. We went to school together for awhile, but he graduated before me. He's an incredibly gifted elemental mage. He can manipulate ice and fire at the same time."

"Hah?" Bakugou leaned forward, glaring at the other man. "Where the fuck is your staff or whatever?"

Todoroki tilted his head, glancing towards Ochako. "Staff?"

"Oh! Dragons don't need... magical objects to perform magic," she explained.

"Ah," Todoroki nodded and held up both his hands. Across the back of his palm where two different hand bracelets. One was blue and shimmered like ice, the other was a bright red, glowing orange like fire. He had the ability to shift his magical current internally, making it easy for him to switch between the two elements. "I wear these all the time. I often forget I have them on."

"Mmmm," Bakugou grunted. "I don't care about his mage status. Do you know where Kirishima is or not?!"

"Kiri... who?" Todoroki asked, again looking confused. He was shockingly unfazed by Bakugou's outbursts, and Ochako shook her head, moving towards Bakugou.

"You can't just ask him that without explaining things further," she said.

"Yes," Todoroki nodded, pressing his fingers against his forehead. "Please explain to me why you have a dragon with you and why he apparently is also a human. Don't get me wrong... I'm thrilled my theories on the existence of dragons isn't incorrect. However, I am very lost..."

Ochako pulled out a chair from the table, taking a seat. "That's understandable!" she giggled. "I mean we did just sort of show up out of the blue and were like 'Hi we need help also he's a dragon!'"

"Yes," Todoroki laughed, taking a seat next to her. "That is exactly what happened."

Sighing, she glanced at Bakugou. "He attacked our village a few days ago... and they caught him, chained him up and were about to kill him, but I protected him," she explained. "Of course, that got me banished from my village."

"Banished?" Todoroki blinked. "Your town is harsh."

"S'not fuckin' harsh!" Bakugou snapped, interrupting. "I tried to destroy their fucking village and this idiot jumps in front of me. I don't know what the hell she was thinking!"

Todoroki frowned, glaring up at the blond. "She was thinking she wanted to help you. You should be thanking her. Though... I am surprised you gave up living in your village."

"Oi-"

"Bakugou, please, it's fine..." she said, shaking her head at him. "I... I couldn't let them kill him," she explained. "Right in front of my very eyes was the creature I'd always believed in... and I needed to know more. You get it, right Todoroki?"

"Mmmm," he nodded. "Yes. It's nice to have things... confirmed."

"You two dragon loving freaks," Bakugou hissed, folding his arms.

"I only wish he was more pleasant," Todoroki sighed.

"I know. He's got this awful personality. It really makes me wonder if all dragons are like this," she muttered.

"OI!" Bakugou snarled, slamming his hand down onto the table. "Don't talk about me like I'm not fucking here."

Ochako rolled her eyes, and turned back to Todoroki. "Bakugou explained to me that dragons are running out of magic... he thought we were taking it from them, but we're not. He didn't realize humans don't naturally have magic like dragons do," she explained.

"Shitty Cheeks!" he snarled. "I didn't say you could tell everyone our life fucking story!" Air huffed from his mouth and Ochako sighed again.

"Bakugou... Todoroki is going to help us. He knows more about dragons than anyone I know! That's why we became friends!" she laughed softly.

"Yes. My childhood was... less than pleasant," he said, not wanting to elaborate anymore than he needed. "I spent most of it reading and researching. I wanted to be the best at magic and I wanted to discover new and exciting things. I've always believed in the mythical... there are too many eye witness accounts to not... and I've been doing dragon research ever since. Whenever there is any news, I hear about it. In fact, I heard about your attack... however the rumors have been so scattered and unclear, I was uncertain if any of it was true. Apparently it was..."

"You heard about it?!" Ochako gasped. "Word travels fast!"

"Words don't need to sleep and stop at night, slowing us down!" Bakugou hissed.

Pouting, Ochako folded her arms. "I brought you here because I thought Todoroki could help us! Not have you sass me!" she huffed and turned back towards her friend. "A-Anyway... I thought you might be able to help us," Ochako smiled. "Bakugou had a friend he was with, and they were separated. Have you heard any other rumors? Besides the ones from our town I mean..."

Todoroki stood up, pushing away from the table. "It's funny you mention this. I was out shopping for supplies to leave tomorrow. A village just a days walk away apparently has captured a red dragon. It's not public news, I simply heard about it from various informants. I was hoping to learn more. There have been rumors of a dragon in a neighboring city as well... but I've been hearing about that for years, with no solid information to find. Of course... seeing as you can take on the forms of humans. I suppose anything is possible. There could be many dragons hiding among us. But since you and your friend just appeared, Bakugou, I take it the red dragon is the one we will be searching for?"

"Mmm... sounds like him..." Bakugou muttered.

Todoroki approached him, his eyes intently staring at the scales on his cheek. "Care to explain these more?" he asked, pointing. "It's a dead giveaway for what you are."

"Stay the fuck away from me, Half and Half!" he snapped.

Ochako stood up and adjusted her hat. "It's impossible to get him to tell me anything, but... he did explain the dragon is his true form. He needs magic to hold the human one and since he's running out-"

"You don't have enough to maintain your disguise..." Todoroki said.

"Shut up!" Bakugou hissed.

"It's important to note. Who would've guessed dragons can take on a human form as well," he mumbled. "Or that they don't need magical items to use magic. But I don't understand why you thought humans would be taking your magic?" Todoroki asked.

"Who the fuck else would it be?!" Bakugou hissed.

"Obviously someone else since it's not humans," Todoroki stated bluntly. "What else can you tell me?"

"Nothing!" Bakugou snapped, folding his arms. "You don't need to know anything else!"

"Right," Todoroki sighed, glancing towards Ochako knowingly. "I will join you then. I will take you to the village where the other dragon is thought to be and-"

"Fucking forget it! You're not coming with us!" Bakugou hissed.

"B-Bakugou!" Ochako snapped, stomping her foot against the ground. "Todoroki is trying to help us!"

"Fuck!" Bakugou growled. "I've had enough of you fucking humans. Thinking you can shove your face in my fucking business. You can stay here with him and I'll go get Kirishima myself!"

"You have no idea where you're going!" she yelled back. "Stop being so rude!"

"FUCK!" he yelled again and shoved his hood up over his head. He yanked the front door open and stormed outside, slamming it immediately shut behind him.

"B-Bakugou! You can't just-" she cried out and stepped forward to follow him, but Todoroki gently touched her shoulder.

"You're right, he has no idea where he's going. He'll come back," he nodded.

Ochako bit her lip. Bakugou was the type to go off and do plenty of stupid things anyway... "I'll be... I'll be right back, Todoroki," she nodded and followed Bakugou out the door.

The problem with being in the city was that Bakugou was frustrated as all hell with humans and the only thing fucking surrounding him were goddamn humans. He growled, keeping the hood over his head and turned down the main street, walking briskly.

It felt like his worst goddamn nightmare was coming true... surrounded by human mages, he couldn't even maintain his stupid form. His face throbbed so much... he just wanted to rip the scales from under his skin... or change into his dragon form... He knew he couldn't cave to those desires.

Todoroki was worse than Uraraka. Bakugou couldn't place why, but he hated the guy. He just wanted to go and get Kirishima back... why did they need to make it a huge quest!?

"B-Bakugou!" he heard her voice cut through the crowd and he began to walk faster. Couldn't the idiot just cut him a fucking break!?

"Bakugou!" she yelled again, her voice closer. He honed in on the sound of her boots, the gentle tap against the cobblestone. He couldn't start running, it would call far too much attention to himself, and in the moment he spent thinking of what to do, he felt her gentle hand wrap around his.

"Oi!" he snapped, pulling back. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Just leave me the fuck alone!" he growled.

"B-Bakugou, please! What if you get lost and then..." she sighed, stopping herself as she glanced down at their hands, slowly pulling away. "If... you really want to leave... you can. The whole point of freeing you was so... you could be free to do as you wanted," she whispered, her brown eyes staring at the ground.

He blinked at her, watching the sadness take over her features as people in the street passed them by, walking around them without a second glance.

His cheeks heated up suddenly. What the hell was this!? Why the fuck did she have to have such a cute fucking sad face!? He rubbed his forehead and grit his teeth. "Look, there's a lot of fucking humans here and it sucks, okay?"

"Yeah... it's even too much for me," she giggled softly, still unable to look him in the eye.

Reaching forward, he grabbed her hand. "C'mon," he said and dragged her back towards Todoroki's place.

"Are we going back?" she asked, gripping her hat as he tugged her along aggressively.

"No. Just... shut up for two goddamn seconds!" he hissed and pulled her towards the steps of the library, taking a seat on the edge. "I was trying to find a less crowded place than the goddamn street."

"Yeah... that was pretty packed," she said, glancing to the section they came with people walking to and fro.

"I don't want Todoroki to come with us," he stated bluntly. "You already told him too goddamn much. Humans don't deserve to know about us!"

His voice was far too loud and he knew it, but he didn't care. He needed her to understand. "You can stay here with Todoroki and do all your stupid magic research and I'll go get Kirishima and we can fucking leave and you never have to hear from us again!" he said, tapping his foot angrily against the ground.

Ochako stared at him, tears pooling in the corner of her eyes. "Is... Is that really what you want?"

He froze. Why the hell did she have to fucking cry about it!? Was she so damn attached already? He supposed it was his fault she had to leave her village... there was a very small part of him which still felt guilty about that.

"Fuck," he snapped. "When you make that stupid face, how the hell am I supposed to know what I want?" His voice was quiet as he spoke out the words.

"A-Ah!" she gasped, and wiped her eyes quickly. "I-I'm sorry Bakugou," she said. "I'm just... I keep going back and forth between missing home and being so excited to adventure and see the world!" she admitted. "The thought of it ending so quickly... made me sad I guess..."

He bit down on his lip and ran his hand down his face. Stupid cute Cheeks and her tears and her genuine act… the way she wanted to actually stay with him after he was nothing but rude. What the hell was her damn problem?

And why the hell did he care about how she felt?

Finally, he pushed himself up. "Fine. You and Todoroki can take me to Kirishima. But the second we get him, me and him are fucking leaving!"

"Okay, Bakugou," she nodded, her eyes still trembling. Why?! He just said she could come with him. Fucking women made no sense.

"And no more goddamn questions! I won't be answering anything else!" he continued, folding his arms across his chest.

"R-Right," she replied.

"And stop telling shitty Half and Half about my shit!" he snapped, watching as tears began to fall freely from her eyes.

"Oi..." he muttered, gently patting her head. "Why the fuck are you still crying?"

"I-I'm just... I'm just really happy it's not over..." she whispered.

"So don't fucking cry then," he growled. He wanted some peace and quiet, but it was obvious this was not going to happen in this goddamn city. "Let's go," he snapped, wrapping his hand around her wrist.

"Okay," she nodded, and slid her hand down his wrist down so their hands linked together. As much as he hated humans, he didn't mind holding hands with her.

"Welcome back," Todoroki said, opening the door after Bakugou rudely banged on the front of it.

"Thanks Todoroki..." Ochako muttered. "Sorry for the delay. We can all go find the red dragon together."

"Good. We can leave tomorrow as planned. Are there any supplies you need?"

"Maybe... it wouldn't be a bad idea to walk around the vendors," Ochako nodded.

"Mmm," Bakugou growled, his arms folded across his chest as he stormed towards the couch, flopping down on it. "I'm staying right here. Like hell I'm going to walk around all those humans."

"That's probably for the best. The last thing we need is you getting noticed," Todoroki admitted.

"Get her warmer fucking clothes!" he called out, waving his hand back and forth.

"Ah! Yes! I really should... get my own cloak!" she giggled.

Todoroki nodded, grabbing his wallet as he led her towards the door, opening it so they could step outside. She glanced back, watching Bakugou laze about on the couch. He looked comfortable, and he probably would be thankful for the peace and quiet.

Shutting the door behind her, she let out a sigh. Being away from him would probably be just as good for her. She was constantly stressing he would leave and taking a break to catch up with Todoroki sounded nice.

"We probably should discuss some things away from him anyway," he said, leading her down the street.

"I kinda thought the same thing!" she giggled. "Well... he's not that bad... when you get to know him. He has his... soft moments."

"I'm sure. I don't know how you would put up with him otherwise."

"He's..." she trailed off, her cheeks flushing. She didn't really know how to describe what Bakugou was in regards to her. Even with his unruly behavior, she didn't hate him... in fact, she found him oddly endearing. "He's... a dragon!" she laughed. "I can't help but... want to learn more."

"Yes. About that..." Todoroki began, navigating through the crowd of people. "Tell me what you know."

"I basically already have. They don't need magical objects to use magic... the dragon is his true form and he uses magic to hold the human one," she explained. "I figured that one out on my own when he shifted back to human form and couldn't get rid of his scales."

"So his face is stuck like that?" Todoroki asked.

Ochako couldn't help but laugh. She forgot how blunt Todoroki could often be. "Yeah... as far as I can tell..."

"Human forms..." he muttered, tapping his chin. "There could be so many dragons we don't know about."

"I don't know..." Ochako admitted, glancing at some of the cloaks on one of the racks the street vendor had placed out. "From how he speaks, it doesn't sound like there are many dragons left. At least on the island he mentioned."

"So they live on an island. Of course, there could be more hiding as humans here. It makes me wonder about the information I have regarding the other dragon."

"The other one?" she asked.

"Yes... apparently there is another dragon in a neighboring city... living with a powerful mage..." he explained. "The rumors are strange though... they don't make much sense. It was something I tried finding out about but... when I went to the city the mage was mysteriously absent," he explained. "But it makes me wonder if the dragon took on a human form..."

"It's possible..." she said and pulled a pink cloak from the hanger, stepping into the vendor to pay.

"Thank you for coming to me," Todoroki admitted.

"Please," she said, folding it up as she bowed to the man. "You were the first person I thought of. No one else believed in dragons as much as me!" she giggled. "I mean... Deku and Iida were always on my side but it was different with you."

"Mmm..." he nodded. Ochako was aware of Todoroki's frustrating past. His father was a well-known professional mage... he worked with fire, and he was incredibly talented at it. Todoroki's father had pushed Todoroki to use multiple kinds of magic, wanting him to surpass even the strongest of mages. It took a toll on Todoroki when he was much younger, which was why he researched dragons and other mythical creatures... as a means to escape.

He and Ochako had bonded at the magic academy they attended together. Though the boy was quiet and blunt, they worked well together.

"Are you okay, Uraraka?" he asked, breaking her from her thoughts. He held some fruit in his hand, pulling more into his bag. They would most likely need to stock up on food for the trip.

"Ah! What do you mean?" she asked, surprised by the question. "I'm doing fine!"

"What about your parents? Iida and Deku?"

She pursed her lips, looking towards the ground. "I... I do miss them..." she said softly. "I think I keep focusing on this journey and solving the 'mystery of the dragons'... it... hasn't really hit me that I can't go back," she said softly.

"I see..." Todoroki muttered, paying for the food supplies he grabbed. "I'm sorry to bring up something painful."

"It-It's okay!" she said, looking determined again. "We're all going together to find out more about dragons! It's a dream come true, Todoroki!"

"Indeed," he said, nodding with a small smile. "I look forward to traveling with you."

"Me too," she smiled.

The two walked together, gathering supplies, and though the sense of excitement still bubbled in Ochako's chest, she couldn't help but worry the end of their quest was looming dangerously on the horizon.

She didn't want this to end... unsure of where she would go once Bakugou inevitably left her. As much as she was drawn to him, she knew he wouldn't want her to stay with him forever. They were from two completely different worlds, eventually it would all fall apart. The idea made her chest ache... and it was a pain she wasn't quite ready to face.

#kacchako #uraraka ochako #bakugou katsuki #bnha fantasy au #BNHA #boku no hero academia #fantasy au #a dragon's magic #Todoroki Shouto

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Winter Bird - Chapter 1

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 2k words

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader (feat. Chanyeol)

Summary: Tears that were shed over what he said are long gone. You kept yourself occupied, desperately trying to forget the words that came out of his mouth that cold winter evening. Spring came knocking on your door, but your sadness never fully left.

The warm summer’s heat Has cooled before I knew it Tired of waiting for the spring which won’t come So I live in the winter today as well

DISCLAIMER: Please read the prologue before you continue with this chapter ♥ https://pinkmhilk.tumblr.com/post/166677340537/winter-bird-prologue

''Excuse me, miss?''

You lifted your head, realizing that the waiter is indeed talking to you. You've been staring at the happy couple for a good ten minutes, completely swallowed by your thoughts and oblivious to everything that's happening around you.

''Yes? I apologize.'' You spoke softly, finally having the courage to look the waiter in the eyes. To your surprise, a pair of warm, gentle eyes greeted you.

''Don't apologize. My shift is almost over and I need you to pay for your...'' He looked at the receipt next to your cup, ''Americano with six shots of espresso? Wow, that's a lot of caffeine miss.''

You looked down, shrugging and trying to find your wallet in the mess that was your backpack. The waiter noticed how your cheeks started flushing and its safe to say that he found it absolutely adorable. However, you really felt like dying on the spot. Your wallet was nowhere to be found and you didn't have any money in your pockets.

''It's okay. I can pay for your drink. Don't worry! However I do hope to see you tomorrow.'' And without giving you a chance to decline his kind offer, he walked away. You packed your stuff and left, it was 3pm and you had some afternoon classes anyway.

Classes passed painfully slow and all you wanted to do was to get to your apartment and sleep. It was hard to accept the fact that you will no longer be coming home to the smell of hot chocolate and waffles, his warm hugs or the sound of him singing while cleaning the living room. Everything around you reminded you of him. Your best friend of many years, your partner in crime. The two of you did everything together, even shared a whole apartment. Your heart sank every time you thought about how a stupid fight ended all of that. It made you feel like your broken heart will never be whole again.

Slowly, you were walking up the stairs to your apartment, probably looking dead with your head lowered and hair falling over your face. You didn't want anyone to see your puffy eyes and red nose, which is probably the reason you almost fell to your death when you tripped over a box on the floor. Raising your head, you looked around and realized that there were at least five boxes around you, one exactly in front of the door of your apartment. But what was really weird is that the door was opened.

''Sorry. I was told that my roommate would be arriving soon but I had no idea it was a girl- You!''

Your jaw pretty much fell to the floor. The stupidly cute waiter from earlier was resting against the door frame. What a stupid coincidence.

''Well I guess there are many ways you could repay me for that coffee now, huh?'' He spoke as he moved the huge box away from your door, shooting you that one smile and waiting for you to walk inside. You mentally slapped yourself. How could you forget? Once he moved out, the landlord made it clear that he will be looking for someone else to move in. You couldn't do anything but agree, since having the whole apartment for yourself would be too expensive. So you walked inside, taking off your shoes and coat.

''I didn't know you'd be arriving today. I would have cleaned up the apartment if I knew. I am sorry.'' Honestly, you didn't even care. You just said that to at least seem decent, since your looks didn't do you any justice. He laughed, patting your back and walking into the kitchen.

''Don't worry, roomie. Honestly I expected this apartment to look worse. Also, my name is Baekhyun.'' He said as he poured himself coffee in one of your cups. ''Would you like a coffee or was that americano from earlier enough?''

''No thanks.'' That was all you said before you went to your room, throwing yourself on the bed and basically wanting to die. It has been three weeks already, but you still felt like you needed alone time and time to heal. It was still painful to see him walking around campus, sitting in the library or behind you during the morning classes you shared. You wanted to get up and help Baekhyun with his stuff, but instead you fell asleep and before you knew it, it was already 9pm. Some type of knocking woke you up so you lifted your head, drool dripping down your face. There he was, resting against your door frame, smiling, again.

''I have been trying to wake you up for the past fifteen minutes. You're a very heavy sleeper. Dinner is ready! I hope you like sushi. Also waffles and ice cream are for dessert.''

Baekhyun closed the door and you could hear him mumble something about how you need to hurry up. You felt terrible. All of your muscles were aching and you had one bitch of a headache. Changing into your sweatpants and a cozy sweater you headed to the dining room, the smell of food making you even hungrier than you already were. You sat down, taking a sip of the juice from your glass.

''I didn't even know I had all this food. I was living off of ramen and coffee for the past few weeks.'' You looked down at your plate.

''You didn't. I went grocery shopping once I realized your fridge was empty. You have to eat healthy Y/N. You can't drink coffee for every meal and expect to be doing good in college, never mind anything else. Eat.''

''I guess. Thank you.'' You mumbled, this was the first normal meal you've had in weeks. The sushi was amazing, so was dessert, although it brought painful memories.

''I'm sorry for falling asleep and not helping you unpack. I'll clean the table and do the dishes.'' You offered politely, already starting to pick up the plates and carrying them to the kitchen.

''Oh. Thank you.'' Baekhyun said as he stood up and emptied his glass, helping you carry the dirty dishes to the kitchen.

''Uh would you mind if I invited a couple of friends for drinks and snacks? I'll pick them up with my car from a bar in about an hour. One of them would bring their girlfriend over. Is that okay with you?'' He looked at you with one of those heartwarming smiles, how could you even say no? Besides some female company seems great.

''Sure! But please clean up the living room, I'll help you when I finish the dishes.'' You shot him a small smile and he nodded, exiting the kitchen. Honestly, you didn't mind Baekhyun. He seemed really nice and easy to get along with.

Once you finished the dishes you went to your room to change into something more presentable. You felt like shit, but you didn't have to look like shit, no? Once you heard Baekhyun leave the apartment you started preparing snacks and setting them on the table in the living room. Soon, you heard someone open the door so you went to greet Baekhyun's friends. Once you saw his face, it felt like someone ripped your heart out. How did this even happen? He wasn't smiling, neither was his girlfriend. It created quite the contrast between them and the others. Didn't he know where Baekhyun moved? How could he let this happen?

''Everyone this is my roommate Y/N.'' Baekhyun introduced you happily, and you tried to make yourself seem just as thrilled to meet his friends, but you really felt like disappearing. Having to touch Chanyeol's hand felt like a thousand needles being pushed into your heart, but you had to smile. He didn't bother to say a simple 'hi'. Amelia, his girlfriend, walked off into the living room without even looking at you.

You were sitting between Baekhyun and his friend Sehun, who were interesting enough to keep your thoughts off of Chanyeol for most of the time. Across from you were sitting Kyungsoo and Minseok, who you really liked. They seemed a little bit too mature for someone like Baekhyun to be honest. To Sehun's right side sat Chanyeol with Lia on his lap.

''I should get us some more drinks.'' You spoke up and stood up, basically sprinting out of the living room. Once you were in the kitchen, you leaned against the counter, releasing a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. And then he came.

''Y/N. Why are you skipping all the classes we have together? I really thought you left the country before I realized what you were doing. I was concerned, I didn't want you to leave without saying bye.''

''What's it to you anyway? You made it clear that you didn't want to have anything to do with me all those weeks ago. Please just go. I am not your best friend anymore. Don't make this any harder for me.'' You were trying so hard not to cry, and you didn't want him to know that he still affected you like that. Taking the beer from the counter you tried to walk past him, but he grabbed your wrist.

''I am sorry. I miss you'' He looked at you, with somewhat sincere eyes. But you knew better. You couldn't let him do this to you. Not when you spent weeks crying, blaming yourself while he was out there having the time of his life.

''No, you're not. And you just miss having someone to fuck with their emotions until they can't take it anymore. Have fun with that little whore of yours. How does it feel to be cheated on, like, every single day?'' You snapped at him, pushing him aside, walking into the living room and sitting down on the couch.

The conversation between you and Sehun continued and you found out that he liked to dance. Just like you did. The two of you decided to try and out-dance each other sometime. You still felt very uneasy, but the alcohol made you pretty much forget that he was there. You remember that Baekhyun was telling a story on how Sehun once pissed his pants while drunk, you laughed so hard it felt like one of your lungs fell out. The rest of the night was a blur, once it hit 2am you were out, falling asleep with your head on your roommate's shoulder.

''Can you turn off the lights for fuck's sake!'' You mumbled, shifting and pushing your head further into the pillow. A loud, obnoxious laugh made you fully wake up and once your eyes fluttered open, you realized that the lights weren't turned on. It was the sun that woke you up.

''I thought you were funny when drunk, but you're even funnier when you wake up!'' Baekhyun was still laughing. You looked around, taking in your surroundings. Why was he lying next to you? Is this even your room?

''What the fuck?'' You jumped, realizing you were half naked. The only thing you were wearing was a huge hoodie. And it definitely wasn't yours. ''Oh my God... Please tell me we didn't.''

''We didn't. I respect women, Y/N. What type of person would I be if I took advantage of a drunk girl who came into my room, half naked to ask if she could sleep with me because she felt lonely?'' He turned to face you, smiling.

''I said that? Are you lying? Who's hoodie is this?''

''Yes. You also said that Minseok's eyes are a turn on. Also, the hoodie is mine. I couldn't let you sleep only in your underwear. I mean I could but then this morning would have been very awkward.''

''Ew, you're gross. What time is it?'' You rubbed your eyes, realizing you weren't the only half naked person in this bed. Jesus Christ, you really were going to hell. Why did he have to look this good?

''It's 11am. And a Saturday. Do you have any plans today?''

''No,'' You shook your head. ''Why? Do you have anything in mind?''

''Well, I asked the landlord if I could bring a dog here and they said they were fine with it since apparently you said you'd get one too. I wanted to go to the shelter today and adopt one. Wanna tag along?''

''Are you fucking kidding me? A whole dog? Yes. I just need to get ready!'' You basically sprinted out of his room. Honestly, you can't remember when you were this happy. This was going to be a very good day.

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myspookysunshine · 6 years

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Moonlight Drive 1/1

Summary : It’s Steve’s birthday. What should be a celebration turns into hell, then recovery, then something approximating Jonathan’s idea of heaven.

Pairing : Steve Harrington/Jonathan Byers (pre-slash)

Rating : Teen

Warnings : Hurt/comfort, blood, injury, aftermath of a fight, language, not being at all nice to Billy Hargrove

Reposted on AO3 as dustyirish

Author’s notes : Written for Stonathan Week - badly written, I’m afraid to say. This is the sappiest mess I’ve ever ended up with, and that’s saying something, but this is (no exaggeration) the SIXTH version of Stonathan birthday fics I have started over the last three days, and the only one I was able to completely finish in time. I have no damned idea what to do with the other five. I’m lucky I can still see straight at this point. Anyway, bless you if you take time to read.

Come on, baby, gonna take a little ride Down, down by the ocean side Gonna get real close Get real tight Baby, gonna drown tonight

~ The Doors

Jonathan drove towards Linda Shane's house. He didn't know who the hell Linda Shane was, or how Steve knew her, or why she had been chosen to host his birthday bash. But Steve had invited him, and that meant that Jonathan had to make the effort to show up, even if he would most likely park in the woods across from the house, debating with himself for half an hour or so before promptly returning home.

He looked down, fiddling with the radio dial, then glanced back up only to see a blood-covered Steve Harrington standing in the middle of the road, waving his arms wildly over his head.

Jonathan slammed on the brakes, screeching to a stop about two feet in front of him. His heart was threatening to pound out of his chest as Steve ran to the passenger door, wrenched it open and flopped inside.

"Step on it, Byers!" he was screaming, even before the door was closed. "Go go go!!"

Jonathan stomped the accelerator and obeyed, hands shaking on the wheel.

He drove like a madman for a couple of miles until they hit the edge of town, then dropped to a safer speed, finally daring to take his attention off of the road long enough to look at Steve. His stomach sank. When he had first spotted Steve in front of the car he had thought - if he had time to think anything - that Steve had maybe done something to someone and needed to escape. It was clear now, that whatever had taken place, it had all been done to Steve.

His face was a bloody mess of scrapes and cuts, his nose was bleeding freely down the front of his shirt, there was even a horizontal gash across his neck that looked so much like an attempted throat-slashing that Jonathan had to choke back bile.

"Jesus! What happened?!"

"Fucking Hargrove happened!"

"Are you all right?" It was an idiotic question, but Jonathan was still in shock from nearly turning the man he secretly loved into roadkill.

"I wouldn't go that far," Steve muttered, and lay his head back against the seat, groaning.

Jonathan reached a hand out, not retracting it even when it landed on Steve's thigh. He was too worried to stick to his usual avoidance plan. "Do you need the E.R.?"

"No, it was only six or seven punches as opposed to the usual dozen."

Fury swept through Jonathan, rapid and intense, and he jerked the steering wheel hard to the left.

Steve shot back up in his seat, "Where are you going?!"

"Back there to kick Hargrove's ass," he growled. "He's not going to keep doing this shit to you!"

Steve was staring at him, open-mouthed. "Fuck, Byers, that was unexpected. And almost disturbingly hot." He lay a hand on Jonathan's arm and gave him a gentle pat. "Turn back around, man. It is so not worth it. Besides, he'll already have bailed. He got what he came for."

Jonathan knew Steve was right, but he also knew he himself had meant what he said. It was going to stop, one way or another. He sighed and made another U-turn, this time at normal speed.

After another minute Steve reached around, groaning, and plucked something off of the back seat. "Can I use this?" he asked in a strange, muffled voice.

Jonathan looked over. "If you don't mind smelling like wet dog. It's Chester's blanket."

Steve pulled it into his lap, ducked his head, and spit a mouthful of blood into the cloth. "Sorry. Don't want to swallow it or I'll wind up puking, and we don't need to add that to the festivities."

Jonathan was sure the concern was plain on his face.

Steve tried to smile and it was ghastly. "Tell Chester I'll wash it before I give it back."

Jonathan pulled off the road into a gas station parking lot. "I'll be right back," he told Steve. "Just take it easy."

He was in the store for five minutes, gathering paper towels and water and a bag of frozen peas in lieu of an ice pack.

When he got back outside, he found Steve leaning out of the car, spitting more blood onto the pavement.

He climbed into in the driver's seat, flipped on the dome light and lined up his purchases on the dash, waiting for Steve to finish. Once he'd settled, Jonathan passed him a wad of paper towels for his nose and got to work.

"I'll try not to hurt you any more than I have to." He reached out and brushed back the side of Steve's hair, exposing his cheek. "There's a pretty bad cut along here." He gently cleaned the blood away as well as he could manage with a bottle of Evian and a swatch of Bounty.

Steve winced at the touch. "Fucker's ring probably caught me."

Jonathan worked silently, trying to tamp down the rage he was feeling. It wasn't going to help the situation any at the moment. Right now he needed to focus on tending to Steve, making sure he wasn't more injured than he'd let on. He gently turned Steve's head so he could start on the other side.

Steve met his eyes and grinned. "Would you really kick his ass for me, Byers?"

"I kicked yours, didn't I? And I didn't even get any pleasure out of that. With him it would be nothing but." His eye landed on the neck wound again and he brushed his thumb over it, careful not to press too hard. "Just tell me that wasn't a knife," he grated out.

"What?" Steve looked down, startled at Jonathan's tone. "God no. I don't know what did that; I remember slamming against a table at one point. Hargrove doesn't want to actually kill me - that'd be like taking away his favorite chew toy."

Steve's eyes darkened suddenly and he startled the hell out of Jonathan by screaming "Goddammit!!!" at the roof, pounding both fists on the seat and drumming his heels on the floorboard. It reminded Jonathan of the tantrums Will used to throw when he was two and denied extra pudding.

"Stop that!"

"I'm fucking pissed! I'm sick and fucking tired of that asshole jumping me around every corner!"

"You're also bleeding all over my seat and hurting yourself more!" Jonathan yelled back, then lay his hand on Steve's shoulder, voice softening. "We'll figure it out. Just please let me take care of you." He'd meant to say 'take care of this', honest to Christ he had, and he blushed scarlet at the realization of what had come out of his mouth.

Steve was still silently fuming, and if he had heard the slip-up he didn't give any indication.

Jonathan mopped up the left side of Steve's face and went to work on his neck, having to dodge around Steve's Polo shirt to reach the errant streaks of blood.

"This thing's had it anyway," Steve grumbled, pulled the shirt over his head and, in a final fit of pique, tossed it out the window into the parking lot.

Jonathan tried not to react audibly to the suddenly bare chest next to him, but he couldn't stop himself from admiring as he wiped the cloth over skin. Admiration, however, turned to more worry - and a re-firing of anger - as he noticed the smattering of darkening knuckle marks along Steve's side. "You're already bruising." He lightly touched an area on Steve's rib cage with a finger, then quickly pulled back.

"Yeah. It'll be really spectacular tomorrow." Steve spit one last time into a paper towel and made a face. "Is there any water left?"

Jonathan pulled a Pepsi out of the bag and handed it over.

Steve sighed happily. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

Jonathan froze. Of course it was a joke; with Steve Harrington it could hardly be anything else. But Jonathan's imagination had always been too rampant for his own good, and at the sound of those words it threatened to lead him places he had no business going. He put the remainders of the clean-up items back into the bag, trying to compose himself. "I'm all finished," he finally said, voice only a little shaky.

Steve rolled his head to look at Jonathan. "Take me somewhere, Byers."

"You mean the hospital?"

Steve snorted. "No, not the hospital. Take me somewhere you'd take me on our first date."

Jonathan blinked. "Do you have a concussion?"

"No, I don't have a concussion. It's my goddamn birthday, and I want to get a surprise that isn't Billy Hargrove's fist." His voice softened, almost murmuring. "So take me somewhere special. Special to you."

Jonathan's mouth went dry. "Okay?" It came out more as a croak, but Steve just plopped the bag of frozen peas onto his forehead, whimpered slightly, closed his eyes and didn't seem to notice.

Jonathan sneaked peeks at him the entire drive to the pond. The way his hair curled around the shell of his ear; his bare chest rising and falling with each breath; the long line of his body as he sprawled in the seat. Jonathan ached to take Steve's picture.

He ached for a lot of things.

He sighed as he pulled up to their destination. He reached out with a hand to touch Steve's shoulder, then snatched it back, afraid to touch, not trusting himself at that moment. He settled for a low "Hey. We're here."

Steve's eyes fluttered open. "Awesome. Where's 'here'?"

Jonathan shrugged. "It doesn't really have a name. There's just the pond and some grassland."

"Why this place? What do you like about it?" Steve sounded genuinely curious.

"In the daytime, the sunlight flares off of the water in these incredible arcs; it's great for photography. And this is the best place for the sky at night. There's no city lights to dim the stars." Jonathan realized how utterly boring that must sound to someone like Steve. "I'm sure this isn't what you'd call 'special'."

"No, I'd say this is just about perfect," Steve rebutted, looking out the window. "Is this a strictly-from-the-vehicle viewing spot, or can we get out?"

Jonathan smiled. "We can get out. It's hard to see stars through the roof."

Steve hoisted himself from the car, slowly and painfully, and Jonathan followed, grabbing something from the backseat before shutting the door.

They were about a third of the way into the field when Steve spoke. "Hey, so I thought this was a date. Aren't you even gonna hold my hand?"

Jonathan had no idea if he was kidding or not, and before he could figure it out Steve decided things for him, grabbing hold and lacing his fingers with Jonathan's.

"You okay?"

Jonathan realized he had stopped dead in his tracks. "I ... yeah. Fine." He resumed walking, but his entire focus was on the warmth of Steve's skin against his palm.

"Here good?" Steve asked, and Jonathan saw they had somehow arrived at the edge of the pond.

He nodded and Steve plopped into the grass, letting go of Jonathan's hand. He missed the touch immediately. He sat a couple of feet from Steve, took a steadying breath, and handed over the photo album tucked under his right arm.

Steve squinted down at it. "What's this?"

"A present." The moonlight was bright enough that Steve should be able to see with no problem. Jonathan, however, almost hoped that it would prove too dark. This could go very badly. He had spent months taking the pictures and arranging them, but he hadn't decided whether or not to actually give the album to Steve until the moment he stepped from the car. He could only pray that his instincts were right.

Jonathan wasn't worried about the photos of Steve with the kids. He absolutely loved the one with Dustin. He had caught Steve coming up behind him, tackling and lifting him in a bear hug, growling something against the top of Dustin's head, and Steve's face was a complicated and beautiful dichotomy of 'God, this kid drives me batshit insane and I would lay down and die to protect him'. Jonathan honestly and with no bias thought it was the best photograph he had ever taken.

The ones that concerned him were the more candid shots; Steve sitting by the pool, the sunlight bouncing in his hair; Steve hiding a laugh behind his hand; Steve catching a nap on a bench outside of school. Photos that left absolutely no doubt as to Jonathan's feelings. He had handed Steve his heart right along with the album and all he could do was wait to see if it would be broken.

Steve flipped through the book silently, eyes widening a little more with every page. He finally closed it and turned. "Jesus, Jonathan. That's ..."

Jonathan cringed internally. "Creepy."

"I was going to say 'fucking amazing'. When did you take all of these?"

"Just ... whenever."

Steve picked Jonathan's hand back up and squeezed. "You're really good. Like professional-level good. I can't wait to get these into the light and look at them." Steve's fingers twined with his easily, and god help him, it was starting to feel like they belonged there. "This is seriously the best present I got this year. Maybe any year. I mean it."

Shockingly, Jonathan believed him.

Steve moved his head and winced. "Shit, everything on me hurts. Are you gonna freak if I lay in your lap?"

Jonathan swallowed, his heart racing. "Probably. But you can do it anyway."

Steve stretched out on the grass, head nestled on Jonathan's thigh.

Jonathan's hand automatically migrated towards Steve's hair, fingers wanting to feather through the strands. This time, he found the courage to let them.

Steve was looking up at the stars. He sighed contentedly. "You're right, Byers. Great view."

Jonathan was looking down at Steve, and, cuts and bruises or not, he couldn't agree more. "Happy birthday."

"You know, I think it's actually getting there," Steve said and smiled.

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