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desskywalker · 2 years

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•Ghost of You•

Inspired by Ghost by Justin Bieber

"To me, for saving your ass for the hundredth time," Anakin raised his glass towards you with a cocky smirk, the smirk you hopelessly fell in love with.

You raised your glass of Jogan juice with him as you chuckled, "And for saving the Chancellor and getting us out of there alive whilst carrying me unconscious on your back." You clanked your glasses together. He insisted on drinking as he always does after a mission wether big or small, but you chose to refrain from alcohol for the night.

It was actually on one of your nights together like this where both of you began to explore your feelings for each other. One drunken night of you landing yourself into his quarters, turned into nearly every night of you landing yourself into his quarters.

Eventually you found yourself walking down an aisle, and secretly taking his name. Only his former Master and your own, Aayla Secura, were present; no one else was trusted with your secret affair.

You both knew it was wrong and against the code you swore to live by, but neither of you cared; you only cared about each other and the love you shared.

You had a plan, you were going to leave the order together once the war was over and the galaxy was safe; that's when you both decided you would also start a family. Late at night Anakin likes to share baby names with you, Luke for a boy, and Leia for a girl. You loved his choices, and you were excited for your future with him.

"Don't forget I killed Dooku too," He added with a wink before downing his drink easily, as if it was water. His wedding ring shined in the light as he had his hand raised and it warmed your heart every time you remembered that this angel was yours.

"That's hot," You sipped your drink as you watched him place his empty glass on the bar top, "But you never did tell me how you accomplished that." You pried for details. The last thing you remembered was a hit to the head with the hilt of Dooku's lightsaber.

Anakin cleared his throat as he twirled the glass in a circle under his fingertips, contemplating on telling you the truth; that he killed an unarmed man. He knew what he did was wrong, but the image of Dooku nearly killing you pushed him over the edge, and so he ended the Sith Lord without much hesitation. Plus the devil whispering on his shoulder, known as the Chancellor, wasn't much help either.

But he decided to keep you in the dark, he was nervous that you, the person who meant the most to him, would look at him differently, "Because I'm me." He responded narcissistically as he went into his pocket and pulled out a few credits to cover your drinks, as well as giving a generous tip.

You rolled your eyes at his arrogance, oblivious to the lingering darkness within your husband that is only being laid dormant because of you. Without you, he would've been lost to his internal suffering a long time ago. You keep it at bay, but that doesn't mean it's not still there.

"You want to leave after only one drink?" You asked confusedly as you finished the rest of your beverage.

Usually he enjoyed two or three before calling it a night, you feared for his liver. But then again, you drink just as much as him, sometimes more. You were the one who initiated your first hookup after drinking the bar dry; still the best choice you ever made.

He nodded as he stood up and stretched his arms up with a yawn, "Being the hero is exhausting," He arrogantly remarked as a joke, before smirking and dropping his hands down, "And that rough landing into Grievous's ship dented up our ship so I'm going to go and fix that before heading home." He informed you as he rubbed his tired eyes.

You stood up with a sympathetic sigh, "Ani just go home and get some rest, I can fix up the ship."

He shook his head, "No babe it's okay, I can do it," He placed his hand on your shoulder and rubbed it gently, "You should go, you took a rough beating today."

"I feel fine," You responded with an eye roll. You were annoyed that he always insisted on doing everything himself. Anakin is tired nearly every second of everyday, and that's because he hardly takes a well-deserved break, "I'm not even tired since I basically slept the whole mission," You shrugged; causing him to smile with a light chuckle, "You saved my life today, again, the least I can do is bang out a few dents from our ship." You reminded him that it was both of yours, not just his, so the responsibility for its maintenance isn't entirely on him.

He bit the inside of his cheek in thought. Then he sighed in defeat, knowing that your stubbornness won't allow him to win. Plus he really was tired, he was falling asleep on the ride to the bar, "Fine, only because I know I won't win and I'd rather you not make me sleep on the couch again for arguing."

You laughed at the memory, "You act like I didn't come out an hour later and pull you back to the bed."

"It was still the worst hour of my life," He playfully wiped away a fake tear.

"You're annoying, go home," You chuckled as you pushed against his shoulder; prompting an angelic laugh to part from his lips, "I'll be there in about an hour two, depending on if I decide to take my time."

He nodded; yawning once more, "Okay, I love you." He mumbled quietly, knowing there were more Jedi in this bar other than you two.

"I love you too," You whispered with a wink.

He sighed in annoyance as he glanced around the dimly lit room, "I want to kiss you so bad, think they'll mind?" He nudged his head towards Master Windu and Master Piell who were just a few tables away, indulging in a conversation.

You smirked, "Pucker up and let's find out."

"(y/n) Skywalker, you rebel," He eyed you up and down playfully as if he didn't recognize you, making you laugh, "Kinda hot," He winked, "I'll see you at home beautiful, and don't forget to fill the tank too please." He boldly planted his lips on your temple and stole a kiss, luckily no one saw; they were too interested in their own conversations or drinks.

"I won't angel face."

✦

It was late in the night and everyone was either asleep, or divulging in the underworld bars of Coruscant.

So you were alone at the dock where all of your ships were held and prepped for missions. It was an annoyingly long walk to get to yours as you passed multiple rows of other ships, and fighters. But finally you reached the black ship that held a yellow painted A.S. on the exterior.

You both argued for so long on what color to paint it. Anakin had his heart set on yellow, but you wanted it black to blend in with the darkness of space. Finally, you won when he realized the stealth benefits of your color choice, but he insisted on having his initials in yellow as a compromise, and you agreed.

You waved your hand for the ramp to lower, and walked upon the ship; instantly tripping on a wire that wasn't meant to be there.

That's when you heard it, a familiar beeping that began to blare more rapidly as each second passed.

You immediately knew what it was.

You triggered a bomb that was planted on your ship, a bomb you knew was meant for Anakin since most don't know that you shared this ship.

You knew you had no time by how fast the beeping was going; you knew there was nothing you could do. But you weren't afraid, you weren't angry, and you weren't sad as most people would feel when they realize they're about to die.

In your one second left of life, you only felt one emotion; relief.

Relief that you came instead of Anakin.

✦

Anakin woke up to an aggressive pounding on the apartment door that you and him shared. He threw on his robe and wiped his tired eyes, before slowly answering the door.

He was expecting it to be you, you had a habit of forgetting your key and you can't open the door with the force. He insisted on having one that was force resistant; mainly for any unwanted force user visitors, he was a paranoid man. Understandably so.

But his expression grew confused when the person at the door wasn't you, but Obi-Wan, "Obi-Wan? What are you doing here so late?" Anakin questioned, too tired to realize that you should've been home hours ago.

Obi-Wan who was on the brink of tears took a deep breath, knowing that this news was going to shatter Anakin's world, "Anakin," He choked on a lump in his throat, "It's (y/n) she-" He paused, finding the words to be too difficult to say. You were like a sister to him, and he loved you dearly.

"She's what?" Anakin impatiently asked. That's when he brought his watch up and checked the time, realizing that you parted nearly five hours ago. Dread overcame his body and a feeling of ice in his veins crawled over his skin as his mind raced to the worst possible scenarios, "Obi-Wan tell me where my wife is." He demanded in a tone filled with worry and fear, silently praying that you—his light—was okay.

"There's been an attack on the Temple," Obi-Wan dropped his gaze to the floor and painfully pushed the words from his throat, "Multiple ships in the dock area were rigged with explosives, and they triggered upon entry." He began, "The security holograms showed (y/n) entering your ship prior to it explo-"

"No," Anakin whispered before his former Master could finish, not wanting to believe that you were a victim of this terrorist act against the Jedi, "Please Obi-Wan, please tell me she got out." He begged as tears pooled in his eyes, he feared never seeing you again. That you could truly be gone in the blink of an eye, "Please tell me she's okay." He whimpered.

"I'm so sorry Anakin, but she's dead."

6 months later

Releasing his hand from a fist, the rebel dropped lifelessly to the floor. And your husband, who lost himself to the darkness after his only source of light was ripped away from him, spun around and left the clones to dispose of the multiple bodies of rebels he left in his wake.

It's been six months since he lost you, six months he's wallowed in agony - blaming himself for not being the one to go that night.

He wished it had been him instead of you. And the pain of no longer having you around, became worse as the days progressed; not better as most told him it would. That, along with the guilt, and what the Jedi did to him after your demise; pushed him to where he is now.

Darth Vader was born the moment you died.

With the wave of his hand; he lowered the ramp of his personal ship, one he painted black just as you liked, and he even added your initials on the exterior.

Once he got into the ship that had drawings of you scattered across the metal floors, he closed the ramp, breathing out a sigh now that he was finally alone.

He loved being alone, but he hated it at the same time because that's when the memories of you were the strongest. That's when he could actually hear your laugh as if you were standing next to him.

Vader quickly left the planet of Alderaan where he just killed dozens of known rebels, along with anyone accused of being associated with them.

He was doing the bidding of the Empire as an apprentice to Darth Sidious. He fell to the manipulation much easier without you around to guide him to the light, so he lost himself to the darkness.

He flew the ship through space with no set destination, he was merely trying to get you off of his mind, and flying had a way of distracting him; especially if he happens to come across a rebel ship.

After awhile, he did find something, but it wasn't a rebel ship. He came across a black hole, which would suck up anything that gets within a certain distance. It would be an instant death.

He was tempted.

He hasn't smiled or felt any kind of joy since the last moment he saw you, only misery. And he doubted he would ever feel anything remotely similar to happiness again.

Then there was one thought that pushed him to place his hands back on the handle, and edge dangerously close to his death.

Maybe I'll see her on the other side.

Just as he was getting near, he paused at a voice coming from behind him, "Stop."

He didn't move, he only stared straight ahead of him, too stunned to turn around. He was wondering if it was his mind playing tricks on him, since it wouldn't be the first time he heard your voice.

"Baby look at me." You spoke again when you got no response from him, but you knew he heard you. You knew by the way his body stiffened.

Vader slowly turned around and momentarily stopped breathing when his eyes that were covered by the helmet he was wearing, landed on the ghost of you.

"You're not real." He spoke allowed in a voice you didn't recognize. He assumed that you were merely a hallucination that his guilt-filled mind conjured in an effort to torture him, it's happened before. But that doesn't mean that seeing you didn't warm his cold, unused heart ever so slightly.

"Yes I am," You stepped closer to him, "Take off that helmet for me angel face."

His chest tightened painfully at the nickname you made for him, the name he could hear you whispering in his dreams, "What is below this helmet is not the face of an angel, but of a demon."

You shook your head, "That is where you're wrong Anakin," He winced at the name he hasn't been called in months, "You will always be my angel."

He stood up from the pilot seat and fully faced you in his full armor, the armor that makes him Darth Vader, "Is it really you?" His heavy voice came out soft, and nearly trembled as his covered eyes finally took in your appearance; you were in the same dark robes that you died in.

None of his hallucinations of you lasted this long, and most importantly, they never called him Anakin. He's usually taunted by the image of you calling him a disgrace for who he's become, as well as calling him a monster, or a killer, or Vader; but never Anakin. As if you were ripping him of his previous identity.

Leading him to believe that this may really be you, in the form of a force ghost; something he learned about years ago, but believed it to be a myth until this very moment.

You nodded as a sad smile spread across your cheeks, "If you don't believe me, I'll gladly describe our first real date." You offered and he slowly nodded, needing some form of assurance before getting his hopes up, "Your speeder broke down and we had to land on top of the senate building. Which is where we stayed the whole night instead of calling for help, and gazed up at the stars, naming them." You walked closer to him as you spoke until you were barely a foot away, "Then you admitted to being in love with me since we were sixteen, and I countered by saying-"

"You've loved me since the day that kid stole your cookies, and I split my last one with you so you wouldn't cry anymore." He placed his hands on the helmet and began to slowly take it off, "We were nine." He spoke on his normal voice, and the yellow in his eyes glowed; highlighting his unscathed features.

His face looked just as beautiful as you remembered, aside from the amber eyes that shattered your heart. You hated seeing what your death did to him.

Anakin only chooses to hide his face with the mask, because he himself doesn't like what's underneath anymore. A face that you once called an angel, was the last face many saw, including the innocent children of the temple. He doesn't feel deserving of that name anymore.

You raised your hand and wished you could touch his cheek, "My angel, how you have fallen so far." You spoke softly. You knew everything that happened to him, all that he's done; you had a front row seat. It was only now that his walls had weakened and you were able to break through, so he could finally hear you instead of you constantly talking to a person who had no idea you were around.

His heart skipped every other beat as he remained quiet and gazed down at you with longing and a devastating sorrow, "Did you see what they did to me?" He asked in a low whisper as his eyes watered, "How they locked me in a cage like an animal after losing you?" He reached forward but his hand went straight through you, causing his eyes to water even more. All he wanted was to feel you, and to have that kiss he desperately wished he stole that night before leaving the bar.

You nodded slowly, "For good reason Ani, you killed Barriss," You nearly cringed at the memory of her gruesome death, "You were losing your way."

His jaw clenched as his eyes darkened, "She murdered you, she deserved exactly what I did to her," He spat hatefully through gritted teeth.

"I know what she did," You sighed quietly, it was Barriss who was working undercover with the separatists and planted the bombs on the ships, "But going down this path wasn't the right thing to do An-“

"Right?" He shouted in disbelief as he took a few steps away from you, "I had every right to rip her heart out!" He sneered as the red line surrounding his eyes expanded as the darkness within him grew, "She deserved to feel how I felt the moment I was told that you were gone forever." He cried as the tears in his eyes poured down his cheeks, "We were supposed to start a family together, to live a happy life, and that traitor took that away from us. She is the one who had no right to do what she did, she didn't deserve to live after taking you away from me!" He continued to shout and the ship you were both in began to shake violently with his emotions.

You could feel his pain as if it were your own, and all you wanted to do was hold him and make everything okay as you used to, "Calm down angel before you tear this place apart." You placed both your hands near his cheeks and used the force as a way of creating a touch that he could feel.

At the feeling of your ghostly touch, his fists that had involuntarily clenched; loosened. And he took a few deep shaky breaths as his eyes stayed locked with yours - the ship slowly stopped shaking. You sighed with relief.

"Listen to me," You began, hoping your words would be enough to break the hard shell that Vader had created, "I'm so sorry that you went through all of this alone, and I'm so sorry that I left you behind, I wish I had been there to save you from it all. You didn't deserve to have to go through any of it, and what she did to our future is completely unforgivable," You began to cry, and Vader only wished he could wipe away your tears,"But what you're doing now, who you've become isn't you. My angel isn't a murderer, he's a savior. He's not a plague, he's a blessing. He's not curse, he's a miracle. And he's definitely not a demon, he is and will always be a beautiful angel."

The pain in Vader's chest grew to be unbearable and he dropped down to his knees, so he had to look up at you with tear stained cheeks, "I'm not who you used to know anymore, Anakin Skywalker died along with you." He feels like he disappointed you, that this man he is now is not someone you could possibly love.

Oh but how wrong he is.

You gazed down at him, knowing that his words were completely untrue, you had hope, "You're wrong again, my Anakin is still very much alive; just lost."

"Lost without you," He dropped his head down as his body trembled from how hard he was crying, "t should have been me, I never should have let you go." He blamed himself.

You dropped down as well so you were on the same level, and his broken gaze stayed on you, "Please don't say that, I'm glad it was me instead of you, the galaxy needs you."

"I've destroyed the galaxy," He choked on the lump in his throat, "They hate me."

"Everything is mendable." You spoke positively as you watched that hard shell crack, "And everyone is redeemable."

"Even me?" He asked as he used his gloved hand to wipe under his eyes that flashed a familiar blue.

You nodded with a reassuring smile, "Especially you, you're their chosen one. You alone can destroy the Sith, and bring the balance back. As I've always told you angel face, I believe in you."

He slowly smiled back, "My number one cheerleader," He echoed your words from nearly ten years ago.

Many made fun of his title as the chosen one, but not you, you were always his biggest fan; his biggest supporter. You always knew he'd do amazing things one day, you never once doubted him. And even now when you had a million reasons to give up, you still didn't have a single doubt.

"And I always will be." You placed your hand near his cheek again, and this time, it was as if you could really feel him; even without the use of the force.

He did the same, and brought his gloved hand near your cheek. You were able to feel a slight touch because your souls had finally connected, since his soul was no longer plunged into darkness, it was slowly shifting back to the light.

You were the only thing he needed to guide himself away from the darkness. You sparked a light inside of him, that began to grow with every second that you were with him.

His amber eyes had finally went back to the beautiful crystal blue,"I missed you more than you could ever understand." He whimpered painfully as he used his thumb to caress your cheek.

"I missed you too Ani," You brought your face close to his, "But I'm always with you. I'm here, waiting for you."

"Do you promise?" He questioned as he also got closer to you, both of you wanting to experience that final kiss you didn't get to have.

You nodded, "I promise, just as long as you stay you, and not lose yourself again."

"I won't let you down my love, I promise," He pushed his lips to yours, and tears slid down both of your cheeks as you both thought of the life you never got to have.

But eventually, after he fulfills his prophecy and rights his wrongs; he will join you in the afterlife, and eternity will be yours for the taking.

#anakin x y/n #anakin angst #angel #angst #star wars #ghost #ghost of you #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #love #angel face #dark side #vader #darth vader #obi wan kenobi #writing

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notkageyamasprincess · 3 years

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发｜miya atsumu x reader

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characters: miya atsumu x f!reader

genre/warnings: fluff, tiny snippet of angst and smut (please do skip over it if you are a minor), hair pulling, rough sex, okay even though it’s a tiny crumb of smut it’s a bit filthy, underage drinking (for some countries), i do not condone this behaviour please do not engage in underage drinking

words: 1.0k

summary: miya atsumu and the different ways he touched your hair throughout your relationship. alternatively, a collection of moments in your lives from age six to age seventy.

notes: mmOKAY i know this sounds super strange but pleaseee trust me it’s actually really sweet, and not at all weird even though this lowkey seems like some kink or fetish. also since we’re talking about hair here, i know my descriptions aren’t inclusive of all readers in this one, so forgive me!

Age six: You sat in front of him in class and you came to school every day with your hair in bouncy, shining pigtails. They always dangled in front of him, looking very enticing. How could a boy resist? So, he grabbed one firmly in his hand, and yanked.

Age eleven: He had just gotten his ice cream cone from the stand when he stumbles over a pebble, causing him to lurch forward, accidentally getting some ice cream in your long locks. Uh oh. He frantically wipes at the mess with his napkin, attempting to clean the evidence before you noticed. He failed of course. Oh, you had noticed alright. He had no choice but to hand over the rest of his treat. You went home with sticky hair, but at least you had ice cream.

Age fifteen: You just experienced your first heartbreak. As you sobbed into his chest, Atsumu soothingly strokes the back of your head in consolation, wishing he could erase the pain. But he secretly thought that you were probably better off without that boy anyway. You deserved someone better. Someone like himself.

Age nineteen: The two of you were at a college party, releasing all the tension of exam season from your bodies. You definitely had a bit too much to drink, and obviously couldn’t hold your liquor as well as Atsumu. Consequently, you were presently knelt over the toilet bowl, emptying the contents of your stomach, which was mostly sugar and alcohol. Rookie mistake. He tsked as he held back your tangled tresses. “I told you to get food before coming. I’m taking you home after this. You’re going to have a nasty hangover tomorrow, you know.”

Age twenty-one: You finally confessed your feelings to each other. You’re currently at a ramen shop, on your first official date. Funnily enough, after going through all those men, you still ended up with the same boy you grew up with. As you leaned down to take a bite, he swept your hair over your shoulder so it doesn’t fall into the steaming soup.

Age twenty-two: Atsumu knocked on the door to your apartment, begging for forgiveness. You just had your first major fight. His hopeful eyes lit up as soon as he heard the lock click, but he frowned upon seeing your crumpled face. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry, I said all those terrible things that I didn’t mean, I’m such an ass.” He took you into his arms and surrounded you in his comforting scent. “____, I don’t want to fight like this ever again. I love you.” You gazed up at him with watery eyes. “I love you too, ‘Tsumu. So much.” He wiped away your tears with his thumbs, tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, then caressed your face and kissed you deeply.

Age twenty-four: You finally moved in together. The air in your shared bedroom was unbearably hot, the bed creaked under your vigorous motion, and the headboard struck a continuous rhythm against the wall. He panted from behind you. “Shit, sweetheart, did you get even tighter since last time?” You heard him grunt as his rough hands gathered your hair into a messy ponytail, pulling you backwards to meet every thrust. You let out a lewd moan at the burning sensation on your scalp, loving the way it stung, getting lost in the pleasure. Your creaming pussy clenched around him as he quickened the pace, pounding into you impossibly fast, releasing a myriad of pretty sounds from your throat. “Fuck princess, just like that. Don’t get all shy on me now, let the neighbours hear your sweet voice. Give ‘em an unforgettable first impression, yeah?”

Age thirty: You relaxed under the hot stream of water as he kneaded your sore shoulders. Your belly was round and swollen at thirty-six weeks, and it’s become difficult to carry out simple tasks, such as showering. You purred as he lathered on the shampoo, massaging your head and washing away the oil and grime. “You’re so good to me, baby. I’m so lucky to have you.” “Trust me ____, I’m even more lucky.”

Age thirty-six: You and your husband were seated on a bench, watching your child run around in the playground. The abundant foliage of a hulking tree shielded you from the late autumn sun, and a mild breeze travelled across the park, twirling the leaves on each branch. One landed on the crown of your head, which Atsumu brushed away tenderly. You laid your head on his shoulder and sighed in happiness.

Age forty-two: The mellow glow of the sun filtered in through the blinds in your bedroom. Your child was downstairs enjoying breakfast while you got ready to drive them to school before work. You and Atsumu were in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth when you felt him collect your hair and loosely tie it back. “It wagh gettin’ into yer mouf,” he explained, through a mouth full of minty foam. You smiled at him fondly, finished brushing, and pecked him on the cheek before getting dressed.

Age fifty-three: You and Atsumu had just arrived home from the airport after sending your child off to their final semester of college. As you walked into the foyer, you glanced at the mirror in the hall, suddenly noticing that your silver hairs have grown in again. Initially, you only had a few strands, but they seemed to multiply every year. Later, you were settled into an armchair as Atsumu sifted through your roots, plucking out all the silver hairs he could find. When he completed his task, he placed a kiss on each of your temples and took your hands in his own. “You’re still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

Age seventy: You were sitting in front of your vanity, observing your husband behind you as he combed your hair into a neat style. It was part of your morning routine; he would help you get ready before you went on your morning walk. “____, did I already say that I love you today?” You laughed softly and beamed at him. “Yes Atsumu, you did. And I love you too.”

a/n: k why do i write about hair so much tbh?? also even though i read a healthy amount of smut, this is the first time i’ve ever written smut of any form and it’s probably a one-time thing…unless? akdjfhgd i’m kidding i’ll leave that to the experts until i’ve honed my smut writing skills ANYWAYS hope y’all find this enjoyable!

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #miya atsumu #hq smut #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #miya atsumu fluff #miya atsumu smut #atsumu smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq fluff #jia writes

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egcdeath · 3 years

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opposites attract

pairing: steve rogers x villain!reader

summary: based off of the lyrics:

“you and i are two oceans apart

we're on earth to break each others hearts

in two, and it's hard

with you, when i'm too far

from you, i look at the stars,

do you?”

from ‘ferrari’ by the neighbourhood

warnings: injuries, sparring, mention of blood and bruises, angst, fluff, and banter

word count: 3.7k

a/n: i am a simple woman. i think of a hurt/comfort concept and am morally obligated to write it. (this is a repost from the other day so if you saw it before, no you didn’t)

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Thick, cushioned, cream colored walls. You supposed this was an upgrade from your last room, with its harsh and reflective steel. Every time you made an appearance here, it seemed there was a new, yet futile, attempt to keep you contained.

As you studied the pillowy surface, you drummed your fingers on the wooden table that your hands were currently strapped down to, and secretly hoped for your captor to rear his head, even if he was peeking through the double-sided mirror to your left.

Your mind proved itself to be a powerful thing, as the door ahead of you opened, and none other than Captain America stepped in, looking valiant and proud as ever.

“Good afternoon, Captain,” you greeted.

“Flux,” he said in a matter of faculty tone, nodding his head at you before pulling the chair in front of you aside and sitting down.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” you asked, as if you hadn’t been tussling with him in the streets less than an hour ago.

“Y’know, just our biweekly catch up,” he shrugged, playing along.

“Can I suggest coffee for our next meeting?”

Steve scoffed, but you almost swore that if you squinted, you could see him blush. “Enough of that,” he mumbled before opening a yellow folder and turning it to face you. “You ready to tell me about him?” Steve asked, pointing to a printed photo of Brock Rumlow.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Captain,” you responded, looking up and batting your lashes at the man. This routine was like clockwork for you two. Fight a little, get yourself caught after a moment of weakness, and end up in an interrogation room.

“Don’t play dumb with me Flux,” he warned in a snarl, wrapping his fingers against your wrist and making you yelp. That was definitely going to leave a mark.

“Ouch, Captain. You’re being rough today, even for you.”

“I’m always rough with you,” he insisted, raising a brow as he loosened his hold on you.

“You’re being rougher than usual, that’s what I just said,” you furrowed your own brows at him. “Something on your mind?

“You’re stalling,” Steve stated while squinting at you.

“I would never do something like that, Cap,” you closed your eyes and visualized the outside of the building. “Does it have anything to do with those accords?”

You opened an eye quick enough to catch a glimpse of his jaw ticking, “I didn’t mean to strike a chord. Oh my gosh, ‘a chord’, accord. I really didn’t even mean to do that.”

You opened your other eye to get a clear view of him glaring at you. “Okay, sorry, I’ll be out of your hair in a moment,” you gave Steve a sly wink.

He stood up from the chair in a dramatic fashion, leaning down to get right in your face. “No. You won’t. Tell me everything you know about Rumlow.”

“Cap,” you pouted mockingly. “You’re not very good at this. Really makes a gal wonder why they keep sending you in to interrogate me, when you don’t seem to get much out of me.”

He grit his teeth while looking down at you, your eye contact both intense and passionate.

“If it makes you feel any better,” you began, looking away at a plain wall in an attempt to focus a bit more on leaving, “I genuinely know nothing about him.”

Steve gave you a humorless look, and your eyes naturally flitted back to him, “really,” he said drily.

“Really,” you confirmed. “We don’t really work in that whole chemical warfare field. Especially with a guy like Rumlow? He’s bad news. Did you really think that all ‘villains’,” you made air quotations on the table. “Know the intimate details of each other’s lives and plans?”

“Hmm,” Steve hummed aloud as he moved back, seemingly convinced.

“I was serious when I said that I’m leaving, though. You and I both have better things to do. But please tell Wanda that she did a good job for me, okay? I mean, civilian deaths are never pretty, but I genuinely would miss having you around.”

“I hate how you talk so much, but literally say nothing,” he huffed.

“I’m not gonna take that personal, ‘cause I know you don’t really mean that,” you sighed softly and looked away to visualize the outside of the building. “Hopefully the next time I see you won’t be UN sanctioned. Farewell, Captain.”

With those words, you were gone.

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For the next few days of your life, you hadn’t stopped receiving an earful at the Brooklyn base. Mainly from your teammates, who seemed to never let things go, and were the nastiest gossips you’d ever met. Currently, rumor had it that Cecelia, your boss, was preparing to have a strong word with you.

You cracked your knuckles anxiously as you followed a teammate, Amelia, down into the sparring facility, as an attempt to calm your mind before whatever bad news was broken to you.

You passively listened to the TV in the corner of the room while wrapping your knuckles in preparation of getting your ass beat, and listened to the rapid fire reports from hours earlier in the day, but mainly tuned into the fight between the Avengers at the Leipzig airport.

“Have you heard?” Amelia questioned, tying up her lengthy hair as she sauntered onto the mat.

“No, tell me more,” you followed suit on the mat, rising onto the ball of your foot to the heel of your foot in an alternating rhythmic bounce.

“I guess some of it is that UN thing, but it’s probably because of the Winter Soldier,” Amelia bounced similarly to you before charging forward and throwing a left hook at you.

“No way! I thought that guy just disappeared after that S.H.I.E.L.D shit,” you dodged the swing, and went to knee her. “I swear, I asked Steve about it once.”

Amelia rolled her eyes at you, and caught your knee, pushing you down to the ground in the process. “You’re obsessed with him.”

“I think it’s mutual. And you said you’d go easy on me,” you whined, grabbing her extended hand and pulling yourself back up.

“You’re delusional, and that’s why Cec is pissed with you. In fact, Cecelia was so mad, that she couldn’t even form the words to tell you. At least, that’s what she told Naomi.”

“Why, though? It’s not like I haven’t been caught by him a million times already.”

“That’s the problem, though. What happens when they decide to send someone else in to talk to you? And they start waterboarding you, or some shit? All the sudden the Avengers know everything about us?”

“Well that wouldn’t happen, because I would leave,” you shrugged after blocking a few punches.

“I hope you’re getting all your aloof-ness out now, because Cecelia is not gonna put up with this attitude.”

You huffed, and marched over to get a sip of water, dramatically squirting it in your mouth before heading back to the sparring mat.

“Just let me enjoy this while I can, okay? I know how to protect myself,” you swung your fist in an uppercut, and Amelia maneuvered herself out of the way.

“Well, I was just reading something before this. Apparently your boy is a fugitive of the law now. It almost looks like your time is already up,” Amelia commented, delivering a stiff jab to you at the same time that you crouched.

Hearing this news, you froze up, and the punch landed right on your nose, an unsatisfying crack reverberating in your ears.

“Y/N, you alright?” She asked, approaching you as you reached a hand up assess the damage, and pulled away an extremely bloody hand.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you mumbled letting her lead you off of the mats and to the connected bathroom, so you could get a better look at yourself.

You were dizzy with pain, and you pressed your hand to your nose, willing it to heal. Though not your most frequently used ability, it certainly assisted some of the pain. You squeezed your face in a cringe as your bone rearranged itself.

“Is he in jail?” you asked, watching her face screw up in the mirror.

“You’re not really- you are a lost cause,” Amelia scoffed.

“You could be a little nicer to the person whose nose you just broke.”

“You’re fixing your own nose! You’re fine, okay?” she exasperatedly brought her palm up to her forehead. “I’m gonna go take a shower. Be ready to talk to Cecelia as soon as you leave this room. A word of advice? Don’t mention your work husband unless she mentions it first, okay?”

Amelia set a hand on your back and pat it, “good luck with her. If you need a sofa to crash on after this, my place is always free.”

You shook your head at yourself as she left, your own personal healing already fixing most of the damage. As you hopped into your own shower stall, you couldn’t help but question just how bad this confrontation was truly going to be.

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You walked into Cecelia’s office after receiving a text message from her assistant, inviting you to meet with her.

You were handed a disposable cup filled with piping hot coffee as you entered, and Cecelia beckoned you to sit down in front of her. You obliged, nervously rubbing your hands on your pants as you sat.

“Y/N,” she began in a sigh, “what has gotten into you lately?”

“Nothing, just-“ the older woman put an open hand out, prompting you to stop.

“No, Y/N. You’ve let Rogers become your biggest blind spot. You let him catch you off guard and capture you nearly every single time you go out on the field! I’m starting to think that you want him to catch you.”

“What if I do?” you shrugged, feigning indifference.

“It’s not a ‘what if’ anymore, dear,” Cecelia took a deep breath. “Especially after what happened in San Francisco.”

“I- Cec, you told me that you wouldn’t bring up California anymore!” you huffed and shook your head. “It’s not even like it’s a problem. They haven’t once received intel from me,” you added.

“Something tells me that you won’t be having the same interrogator for a while at least. We were gonna take you out of the field before this whole Avengers fiasco, but I think it’s time for you to just take a break as a whole.”

“So you’re firing me?” you huffed, “great.”

“No, you are taking a break. We can get you set up in the Prague safe house, and everything.”

You weakly threw up your hands and looked away from Cecelia, not even being able to bear looking at her for the moment. What a great day you were having.

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You sulked the whole way up to your apartment, and reached in your jacket’s pocket with sluggish speed. It was as if you couldn’t catch a break today, which was all you seemed to be able to think about while grabbing your key.

You looked up at the door, and noticed something slightly off. The door was just the slightest bit ajar, as if it was deliberately cracked for you to see. Someone was inside. Waiting for you. You held in your groan as you came to this conclusion.

You really couldn’t catch a break.

Despite your better judgement, you devised a quick plan in your mind. You could probably protect yourself, right? You closed your eyes in a blink, and imagined your kitchen. The plasticky tiles on the floor, the dent in your countertop from dropping a mug, the wooden cupboards that you’d quickly fallen in love with. The next moment, you were standing in your kitchen, right next to your silverware.

As quiet as you could possibly manage to be, you slipped your sharpest and largest knife from its home in a wooden block, and defensively in front of you. Creeping out of the kitchen and into your hallway, you examined area by area for any sign of intrusion, pointing your knife with every turn.

After finding nothing and no one, at the end of the hallway you turned, walking back down and stopping in front of your living room after noticing a few dark stains on your carpet.

You took a deep breath before walking into the open space, the pit in your stomach growing at the thought of what it was that you were about to find.

With a few timid steps, you found a shirtless Steve Rogers, sat on your couch, head lolled back, eyes squeezed shut in pain as he released shallow breaths and attempted to apply pressure to a wound. With one look at him, you yelped and involuntarily found yourself back in the hallway outside of the room, your fear strong enough to force you into teleportation.

“Funny seeing you here,” Steve began, and you stalked back into the room, your steps slightly less fearful as you stepped over his discarded tactical gear.

“Steve?” You whispered, setting the knife on a random bookshelf before kneeling down on the floor next to him. You had a plethora of questions, but you couldn’t decide what was the most important. “I- Are… What happened?”

He shrugged weakly.

“Okay, well how badly are you hurt?” You questioned apprehensively.

“Pretty badly,” he responded.

You nodded slowly while you attempted to process the entire situation. You couldn’t tell if this was a scene from your wettest dream, or worst nightmare. “I’ll be right back,” you muttered, leaving the room to grab some water to help you speed up your healing process.

As you reentered your living room, you set down the bowl of water and squatted down next to Steve once again. Dipping your hands in the liquid, and placing them on an open head wound, you found it appropriate to question him.

“Steve,” you began, watching the forehead laceration quickly shrink into a small scar. “Why are you here?”

“I had nowhere else to go,” he put plainly.

“A hospital, maybe?” you added, pushing away the hand that was currently holding down a rather bloody wound on his upper arm, and exchanging it for your own.

“Something tells me that a hospital isn’t the best place for a guy of my legal status to be at right now,” he countered while you halted your attempt to reduce the size of the wound, cracking your stiff knuckles in preparation for the final push of closing the abrasion. “Besides, this isn’t the first time we’ve done something like this before. You remember S-“

“San Francisco. Right,” you cut Steve off, and brushed off the previous comment. “This is gonna hurt a little,” you warned. before setting your fingers down, and putting an obscene amount of pressure on the bicep wound.

Steve grit his teeth so hard that you swore you could hear it. His muscles clenched as you resumed your attempt to soothe the sore.

“Hey, look at me,” you used your free hand, and gently pushed his cheek so that he was looking at you. “If I distract you, it’ll hurt a lot less. Trust me.”

He seemed to agree with you, and took in a deep breath while the corner of his eye twitched.

“How did you even find my apartment?” you asked, using your pinky to tilt his chin up, and force his view away from the cut.

“It wasn’t that hard, I mean, we’ve been tracking you and that ‘financial firm’ you work in for years,” he spoke through clenched teeth.

“You sure it’s not because you like to keep a personal tab on me?”

“No! Why would I…?”

“Because if all the Avengers knew where me and my teammates reside, we’d all be locked up already.”

“Fine, maybe I pulled a few strings. It’s just because I think you’re the biggest threat to the general public.”

“Really? The woman with the least destructive powers of all of us, not the one with super strength? Or the one who could manipulate elements? Or even, I don’t know, the person leading us?” you chuckled a bit at the poor excuse.

Steve rolled his eyes fondly, but you could clearly see the soft flush on his face.

“It’s okay, Steve. We all have our favorite coworkers.”

“We aren’t coworkers, though.”

“It seems like you’re gonna need all the allies that you can come across. Don’t get picky with me now,” you tutted, finalizing your work on his peck, and leaving behind a small, pink scar.

You let out a breath of exhaustion as you pulled your hand away, and pointlessly shook out your wrists.

“You alright?” Steve questioned, adjusting himself a bit on the sofa and grunting at the rather simple task.

“Fine. What else needs attention?”

He gestured to the light bruising on his ribs that only seemed to be getting darker by the moment.

“We should take a break first, though. You seem tired.”

“I told you that I’m perfectly fine,” you countered, setting one hand on your chest, and pointing a lazy finger at Steve, “you’re the one that needs a break.”

Steve grabbed your finger and gently pushed it down, “I don’t really, but maybe we should take a break.” He gave you a kind smile, and your heart fluttered. Even bartered and bloody, Steve managed to make you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.

“Well, any great Captain America plans to get yourself out of this mess?” you leaned against the sofa, and twisted your torso slightly so that you could get a good look at your visitor.

“Nope, not yet,” Steve pursed his lips slightly. “Any input from the lady who seems to get out of every rock and hard place she finds herself in?”

You snickered, and shook your head at this, “not at the moment. But you have me on speed dial, right? I can get back to you when I think of something,” you joked with a wink.

“I would laugh, but I’m honestly a little nervous that my lung might pop if I do.”

“Oh fuck, Steve,” you scooted away from him so you could be closer to the bowl of water once again. “Why did we take a break? You need urgent medical attention.”

“You needed a moment.”

You shook your head and frowned, catching the inside of your bottom lip between your teeth, “don’t do that again.”

You dunked both of your hands in the water, then turned back around and set your damp hands on the bruising on Steve’s ribs, closing your eyes in concentration as you addressed the damage.

Steve howled out in pain, making you flinch as a result. With the hand doing less work, you blindly pat around in a search for something to shove into his mouth and dampen the noises he was currently making. Eventually settling on a blanket, you shoved the fabric deep into his mouth.

“Sorry,” you uttered while the muted noise of his pain rang through your ears, “neighbors.”

The task wasn’t the easiest for you either, healing what seemed like such a large break or fracture following several other injuries was depleting your energy quickly. Your arms and hands trembled as you began to watch the splotchy yellow mark begin to blend into the rest of Steve’s skin, and you were becoming more and more light headed by the second.

Feeling somewhat satisfied with your work, you pulled your shaky hands away, and leaned away from Steve’s body before losing your balance, and falling back onto your plush floor.

Steve yanked the blanket from his mouth, sticking out his tongue for a second as he attempted to pull a spare string from his mouth. He sat up rapidly, and looked down at you with raised brows, and big, frightened eyes.

“Y/N?” he asked breathily, still exhausted from his own exertion, “you still with me?”

Your chest rose and fell slowly, and you were silent for a moment before responding, “I just need a minute.”

Steve relaxed back into the sofa with the knowledge that you were at least still conscious, and waited a few beats before he spoke again, “thanks,” was all that he managed to utter.

The two of you sat there in an extremely loud silence, the only other noise being your nearly synchronized panting.

“I’m gonna go shower,” you announced after what felt like hours on your floor. You slowly rose, and dragged yourself to the bathroom in your bedroom. Hitting the shower valve, then sitting atop your countertop you let the suite fill with steam, reflecting on your bizarre day, but most of all, your interaction with Steve.

You let yourself dwell on this while you stood in the shower, forehead pressed against the warm tile as you considered the implications of every word shared between the two of you, and how you’d let this tiny crush get so far ahead of you. Maybe it really was a good idea to take some time away from New York. You were so deep in your own thoughts that you failed to catch onto the sound of the floorboard that loudly creaked in your living room, or the soft click of your front door opening and closing.

Changing into some more comfortable clothing, you exited the bathroom, and ultimately your own room ready to offer up your shower to Steve, and possibly even talk about your feelings in a serious manner with him. Yet, by the time you arrived at the couch that had held him just a half hour ago, it was vacant. In fact, your whole apartment was vacant. You’d checked three whole times.

Ending your fruitless search on your balcony, you settled down into the single plastic beach chair that you kept outdoors, and draped the blanket from your sofa that had previously been in Steve’s mouth around your shoulders. The chill of the night air contributed to the sting of your eyes when they welled up, and you told yourself that it was silly to ever think that this, you and him, could ever happen in the first place.

Gazing up at the stars, you cursed yourself for being so naive. For letting yourself fall so fast, and so hard for someone you knew so out of reach. The stars seemed to mock you, in all of their billions of years of knowledge.

Yet, part of you was comforted by the knowledge that Steve could be viewing the same constellations as you.

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a/n: listen. i feel like these idiots have a lot of potential so if you want me to write any more of them i am totally down!

#steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers x you #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #captain america x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you

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marjansmarwani · 3 years

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would’ve loved you for a lifetime

Tarlos || 7.6k || ao3

Prompt: Characters are secretly married and one of them is hurt at work

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The story of how TK and Carlos came together, and how they almost missed out on their future before it even got a chance to start.

For the wonderful @acejuddryder on her birthday! I hope you enjoy this AC and that you have a day as good as you deserve 💕

I came across this prompt a while ago and @bellakitse encouraged me to write it and I am so glad she did! I have been wanting to do a non-linear narrative for a while, and this worked perfectly for that. Shoutouts to both @officereyes and @firefighterstrand for helping me with bits and editing for me, you’re champs 🥰

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Judd watched as TK went about repacking the first aid kit with a smile on his face, humming to himself. This had been going on for the majority of their 24-hour shift now and in hour 23, Judd’s patience was finally up.

“Okay kid, what gives? You’ve been grinning like the butcher’s dog all shift.”

TK glanced up from his work, startled, “I have not.”

“Yeah, you have dude,” Marjan informed him as she tossed him more supplies, “want to fill us in?”

“It’s not just today either,” Paul noted, coming around from the other side of the engine, “you’ve been suspiciously chipper for a few days now.”

“Can’t a guy just be happy without getting the third degree? Jeez.”

“There’s happy, and then there’s this.”

“You too Mateo, really? I thought you had my back, man.”

“Don’t guilt-trip the probie,” Paul admonished, throwing his polishing rag at TK for emphasis, “just tell us what’s up.”

TK was saved the trouble of dodging the question by the sound of his phone ringing in his pocket.

“Saved by the bell,” he declared as he fished it out of his pocket and stepped to the back of the rig for some semblance of privacy.

“Don’t count on it lasting,” Judd called after him, “we’re getting right back into this as soon as you are done.”

The others returned to their tasks, eager to finish with the end of their shift in sight. Their focus was soon broken by the sound of a gasp and a clattering sound from where TK stood. They all looked over to see TK, standing on the other side of the engine bay, expression stricken and body trembling.

“TK?” Paul asked hesitantly but got no response. Not even an indication that their teammate had heard him. They crossed over as a group but Judd got there first and reached down to grab the abandoned phone. The call was still going. He watched as Marjan approached TK, comforting hands reaching for his and Paul reminded him to breathe in his even, calming voice as he lifted the abandoned phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Strand?”

“No, this is his friend. He seems to be...a little out of sorts right now.”

The voice on the other end sighed, “that’s understandable. Would you please just inform him that his husband should be heading into surgery shortly and that he should check in upon his arrival so that the doctor can give him an update?”

Husband? Judd was so stuck on that word he almost missed the rest of the sentence. He managed to unfreeze his brain long enough to answer, “Of course, I’ll make sure he gets there. What hospital?”

“St. David’s.”

“Thank you.”

Judd hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment. He felt the eyes of the team on him but he took a steadying breath before he looked up. When he did he ignored the curious gazes of the others and looked directly at TK, “they said I should tell you that your husband should be heading into surgery shortly, and that you should check-in when you get there so a doctor can update you.”

TK nodded, but said nothing else. No explanation, no objection that they were wrong; that he didn’t have a husband.

Because as far as Judd had known as of a few minutes ago, he didn’t.

“I need to go,” TK finally said and his voice was so pained it almost hurt to hear, “I need to get there.”

“I hate to break it to you man,” Paul said gently, “but you are in no shape to drive right now.”

“I’ll take him.”

The words were out of his mouth before he had even fully processed them. But when the eyes of the team fell to him, he repeated them: “I’ll take him. Clear it with Cap?”

The others nodded and he hoped they had picked up on what was left unsaid: tell Owen that he apparently has a son-in-law he doesn’t know about; tell the Captain that TK is a wreck but that Judd had him.

“There’s only a bit of shift left, we should be able to hold down the fort. Go, and keep us updated.”

Judd nodded at Paul and the others before reaching out a hand to put on TK’s shoulder, “C’mon kid, let’s go.”

His voice and guiding hand were gentle, and TK barely nodded before allowing himself to be led out of the station and to Judd’s truck. He climbed into the passenger seat silently and didn’t utter a word for the whole drive. All Judd could do was shoot him concerned glances and try to push back all the unanswered questions in his mind. Now was not the time for answers —his one and only concern was making sure TK was okay. The rest could come later.

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They started on a Tuesday.

As things went it wasn’t a particularly notable day for a beginning, but there wasn’t much notable about their start.

They were two people colliding; contrasting desires meeting in the in between, in the common ground. They wanted different ends but the means suited them both just fine. It was hot and heavy; it was rough and quick. It was needy and physical and everything they wanted (if only for a moment).

Then eventually, it was more.

Not at first —it wasn’t more for a long time. For months it was just blowing off steam, just mind blowing sex. There were a few dates of varying success, but they continued their dance around each other and the feelings they both had. Then TK got shot and they both watched their potential future teetering on the edge, ready to topple over with the weight of uncertainty. Eventually TK woke up to the chaos of adjusting to life again and a solar storm, and in the quiet that followed the chaos they found themselves in each other.

From there it was simple: after the start they had it couldn’t be anything but. In all that time they had gotten to know each without really meaning to and now they found themselves fitting together like a pair of gloves; fine on their own, but infinitely better together. They slipped into rhythms like they did embraces, and they were happy.

They dedicated time to getting to know what they were without an audience and without really realizing it, they had become a secret. A badly kept one, but a secret none-the-less. They existed in the peripherals, their life together a separate entity from their lives as seen by the rest of the world.

From the outskirts they became TK and Carlos and as time went on, there was less and less space between their bodies, their names, and their hearts.

And with each passing Tuesday, they grew closer.

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Judd kept stealing glances at TK.

They were in the waiting room of the hospital, and TK had spent every moment since they sat down anxiously bouncing his leg while he fiddled with the necklace he always wore.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay.”

“You don’t know that Judd.”

His voice was strained and quiet, so unlike the TK Judd was used to. He followed his gaze to the door the nurse had informed them the doctor would be coming through to give TK an update. That was nearly 10 minutes ago and TK’s eyes hadn’t left the door once.

Judd had so many questions but wasn’t sure how to broach the topic. How do you ask your friend about a spouse you didn’t know they had when they are full of fear of losing them?

He was saved the trouble of trying when TK spoke beside him, “I know what you’re thinking, just go ahead and ask.”

His voice was resigned and Judd felt bad for even thinking about the question, but he did need to know.

“You have a husband. Is it...someone we know?”

TK pulled his glance away from the door long enough to glance at Judd. After a moment, he nodded: “Carlos.”

“How long?”

“Not long.”

“Are you…” he began, but trailed off. He wasn’t sure what to ask. He had been leaning towards “happy,” but that seemed wrong in this context. He didn’t know what the right thing to say was; he had no idea how to approach this situation. He wished Grace was here. She was so much better at this kind of stuff.

They were quiet again until TK spoke, “I love him Judd.”

The admission was made quietly, TK’s voice low and sad. Judd turned to look at him and TK met his eyes as he continued, “I need him in my life. I don’t know what I’d do without him. I can’t lose him, Judd.”

Judd swallowed as he studied TK’s expression. It was full of a familiar fear; one that he had felt anytime he thought about the mere idea of losing Grace. He reached out a hand and gave TK’s shoulder a comforting squeeze. He knew better to promise that it would be alright — they had no way of knowing that. Instead he settled on a truth he knew.

“You’ll get through this,” he told TK firmly, “and you won’t be alone.”

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Time passed and they began to learn the mysteries of each other past the physical. Before TK knew just the spot to kiss to make Carlos moan each and every time, now he could tell you the name of his childhood dog and that when he was 5, he had wanted to be an astronaut.

Carlos still knew all the ways to make TK melt under his touch but now he also knew how TK had pushed himself in the fire academy so he could feel worthy of the legacy of being the legendary Owen Strand’s son. Their secrets emerged from the shadows into open hearts, more and more revealing themselves with each passing day.

Stolen hours became endless evenings and frantic hookups became languid movie nights. Time passed and they began to feel at home with each other. Soon it became normal for TK to show up at Carlos’s home at the end of his shift as it slowly became more of a home to him. But, then again, the person who lived there was starting to feel an awful lot like home too.

Their connection was generally known; they weren’t trying to sneak around. But while seeing them dancing at the bar or grabbing lunch at a food truck became more and more commonplace, the depth of their relationship was still a secret from most —including them, for a time. Michelle likely knew, Paul surely suspected; but the fact that they were falling more and more in love each passing day was a surprise to even them.

It was TK who said it first; in a casual moment without a second thought. Carlos nearly tripped over his own feet when he heard it, but it had been like a dam breaking and soon it became commonplace, almost like breathing for them both.

Time went on and their love grew. Time went on and they grew together —learning each other's edges and finding out where they fit. They were a puzzle, slowly coming together until the right piece was found. From there, it was a quick solve before the final picture revealed itself.

And what a picture it was, Carlos thought to himself as he lay in his bed, watching TK sleeping soundly beside him. There were times he had to stop himself from reaching out to touch him, to make sure he was real. Sleep didn’t come easily to the other man and once it was found it was easily lost, so Carlos refrained, allowing his gaze to do the work for him. After everything he could scarcely believe they were here, after everything he couldn’t believe that they had found each other.

These were his favorite nights, he decided. The ones where he got to fall asleep to the sight of TK beside him, the nights he was lulled to sleep by the sound of his breathing. He knew he wanted more nights like this — really, he wanted every night to be like this.

But it was too soon for that, so for now he would savor the nights they had.

[continue reading on ao3]

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tarlos #tarlos fic #my writing #userkimmy #userjilly #sunshinestrand #jazzyjess #aanathema #lonestarbabe #moviegeek03 #lire-casander #do I usually tag more people?#probably but my brain is tired

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moonflms · 3 years

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➷｡˚head-start! — nct/wayv hendery

PROLOGUE ༄ - story where you compete in the annual hackathon led by sandbox! entering the 13th batch of sandbox's 'start-up' program, you plan on following seo dalmi and her path to success... that's until you were given a head start; initiating your own journey.

—a spin off to 2020 -drama, "start-up" !

INSPIRATION ༄ - seo dalmi & start- up (k-drama)

PAIRING ༄ - smiley developer! hendery x determined developer! fem reader

GENREs ༄ - fluff, competition, spin-off, developer au, start-up, hackathon.

W. COUNT ༄ - around 1k+

NOTES ༄ - cussing is present. second oneshot here ! lowercased. expect grammar and typo errors. simple wording. those who hasn't watched start-up might get confused a bit so i apologize in advance for that,, please ignore errors as this was originally a hd x oc story.

do not repost. copyright belongs to @moonflms 2021. reblogs and likes are deeply appreciated! originally posted on my twitter (@suhhvsco). enjoy reading!

—start

"in ten minutes, the annual sandbox hackathon will commence! developers, please proceed to the auditorium."

a notice was blasted off through the speakers surrounding the registration. the venue was flooded with people— as expected. the annual 'start-up' program was back for its 13th year! the lobby was filled with staff, investors, and people with varying capabilities.

signing the last few forms, you left the register. you looked around the venue as it was overwhelming. the building was tall and huge. the interior displayed vibrant colors almost everywhere! it was also rowdy as all that could be heard was buzzing from everyone's chatters and the excitement that was clearly evident.

going with the plan you created before-hand, you accomplished the very first step. you were now standing in korea's very own silicon valley, sandbox!

separating yourself from the crowd, you found a small area where you could get yourself and your thoughts straight. you took a look at your id card; skimming through your portrait and details. the customized id was clipped to the company's signature red sling. you felt proud.

"kim y/n, independent participant." you read off the card.

you also felt pressured as you came to the program alone.

clearing your pesky thoughts, you started to wander around the area.

you dreamt on starting her own company, but the lack of experience was keeping you from achieving it. hearing that sandbox was opening the "start-up" program once again, gave you a tingling feeling. it was a great opportunity for you and your friends who had the same goal. you felt like you had a chance to win as you remember seo dalmi. one of korea's known ceo's —seo dalmi, started as an aspiring ceo who was a college drop-out.

not necessarily an inspiration, but you did look up to the successful ceo. dalmi starting her career rough proved that you still had a chance. at least for you, it was better to try than staying in a stuffy office listening to people's complaints.

you set yourself to win the competition and the competition solely. sure, you were willing to make some friends or what not, but let's say you're determined to get your ass out of that hell-like job.

you and your friends applied for the opportunity. however, you were the only one who passed the screening, up for the first round of elimination; the hackathon.

the hackathon simply determines the position you'll be working as. you were okay with being a group member, but why not aim for that ceo spot? the hackathon is where a company has less than 2 days to create a start-up. winning groups advances to the next rounds.

you continued to look around the surroundings, admiring the insides of sandbox's office. vibrant colors, wide area, and a huge digital clock that says 10:25.

wait– 10:25? you only had five minutes left before the hackathon commences!

"all start-up participants, staff, and mentors; in less than five minutes the broadcasts will begin. please gather inside the sandbox auditorium asap." another announcement was made."

a stampede started as fellow developers and aspirers started to run heading to the auditorium. the pushing became more intense as loud buzzing voices blocked the building's music. you ran along with them, to avoid being trampled on.

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the doorway was now visible as you slowly saw yourself heading into the venue. the dim room was filled with colorful spotlights. cameras and staff were standing on the platforms by the sides and mentors are slowly taking their seats up the stage, having the view of this year's qualifiers. people were in awe as they saw start-up's biggest shareholders come up stage; mrs. seo dalmi and her husband— dosan, ms. injae, and even mr. han jipyeong. people's attentions were on those particular mentors, not even acknowledging the presence of the rest.

your wrist was aching as you went running and dragging a trolley full of your gadgets and essentials. the auditorium was quickly filling up and not much space was left. you weren't claustrophobic, but you disliked how people were unintentionally pushing one another as a result of excitement. you lost count of the number of times people stepped on you flats.

after a few shifting, you spotted an open space, nearly by the center, and was just a right distance from the huge display monitor. you quickly rushed to the area, which you did. you succeeded to take the spot, but you were now on the floor, on your ass.

out of your actions and adding the fact that you could be a bit clumsy, you accidentally bumped into someone. with the weight of your bag, it made the impact between your butt and the ground a bit painful.

you hissed at the sting until you saw a guy panicking in front of you. he held out his hand for you to take. "the fU— OH I AM SO SORRY" you took his hand, slowly standing up making him refrain from spazzing more.

"don't worry! i bumped into you, i apologize- " you dusted your jeans and looked at the guy.

he was quite cute, a 'hotshot' per sé. "are you really sure? i didn't mean to block your way, but you did kinda bumped into me" he chuckled as he stood beside the girl, still double-checking if you were absolutely fine. (or he could be secretly be checking you out– anyways;)

you assured the guy once again. "well, i guess we had the same intention" both were now occupying the space you spotted earlier, and it was alright and still spacious to move around without hitting anyone with your elbow. you looked at the guy beside you who kept an eye on your movements from time to time. "came here alone?" you asked.

he shook his head "i was with a few friends, i guess i flocked out because all the people" you felt a bit guilty as you knew you could've been the reason he lost them in this pit. your worry was visible from the outside, so he immediately re-assured the lady "don't worry, all things are forgiven! at least i'm not lonely, i met someone to keep me company." he smiled at you "i'm hendery! and you are?..." he spotted your name tag, "kim y/n... y/n-ssi, you have a pretty name by the way." you grinned as you shook his hand.

"ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the annual start-up competition! a competition wherein your dreams become a reality!" the crowd cheered.

"i am yoon seon hak, ceo of sandbox and SH venture capital. it is nice to meet you all!" sandbox's ceo greeted.

"i am glad to say that sandbox's 'start-up' project is opening it's doors once again for its 13th year. this would not be possible without the undying support of our investors before you and of course, the participation of 386 aspiring starters. we at sandbox are deeply grateful."

everyone clapped as the ceo continued her speech.

"now the first step of the competition will commence; the hackathon. through the hackathon's challenge, only 40 participants will be able to receive a ceo position. to their advantage, they will be able to pick four from the remaining participants creating their own company and start-up. in the end, investors will only select five teams to move into sandbox, moving on to the finals. in a minute, the mechanics of the hackathon will be sent to your accounts. "

multiple rings and dings went off, everyone rushing to open their mobiles.

"may the best man win. good luck." the ceo showed her infamous sweet smile.

the challenge started flashing through the monitor, gasps and sighs were filling the air. hendery beside you had his mouth open a bit, quickly typing as many answers as he could. you on the other hand, was quite prepared as you did some research. you sent answers after another, typing speedily. you were focused as everything around you started to blur, only you and the monitor.

some of the participants were already burned out, the pressure of the challenge giving them a mental block. some couldn't access their phones, and simply some couldn't send their answers right away thanks to their shitty data.

from up the stage, the view was overwhelming for the mentors as they reminisce about their past selves. exactly in their shoes a few years back.

hendery shrugged his shoulders as he started to feel a bit tense. you on the other hand, started to feel your thumb soring from the aggressive tapping of her phone screen.

ten minutes has past and the challenge was now over. a small break period started as the staff crew began their calculations.

you took a few seconds for your eyes to close. with eyes still closed, you heard a few 'hey!'s from your side. you slowly opened your eyes as you sighed off some relief. another step of her plan accomplished. you glanced at your noisy side to see hendery reunited with his set of friends. "well good for him." you thought.

you nervously continued to look up to the monitors, waiting for the results. your nails tapped the backside of your phone, creating soft noises. "don't sweat it, you've done well." you looked over to the voice to see hendery smiling. "thanks, you did as well, hendery." you returned. "oh yeah! thank you for keeping me company for a bit, it was nice knowing you y/n-ssi."

"those are my idiots for friends i came with," hendery stifled a laugh "you don't seem you have any colleagues, don't you?" hendery asked as you looked at him, shaking your head.

"i'm fine on my own, why do you ask?" you questioned.

"you seem lonely, but you know you have me now. and i'm also willing to make you my teammate once i get my ceo spot" hendery smoldered as you eyed him.

"i'd accept the offer, but i believe a team can only have one ceo, hendery." you gave back.

" i didn't expect to find a rival this quick, but we'll see i guess." hendery took out his hand once again for you to shake, which you immediately did.

your competitiveness was burning inside you. "i guess i'll be side-tracking a bit from my original goal, i'll be taking this as a head-start then"

once their hands broke away, the monitor started to flash numbers. "all selected ceos, please proceed to the stage to be acknowledged."

you quickly skimmed through the displayed ranks, finding your number. "106.. 022, holy shit— 127!" you quickly checked your card for your number; 127. you were on the list. you smiled as you celebrated your success on your own. you quickly looked to your sides as you look for hendery. once you did, you saw the male already approaching you.

"guessing from your look, congratulations!" hendery offered a hug which you gladly took without realizing. "but don't get too hopeful y/n-ssi, 117 is also there." hendery pointed out to his own number as well. "have fun beating wayv tech, ceo-nim" hendery smiled as he took your hand, planting a small peck. hendery left heading to the stage. heating up, you wiped your hand against your jeans. "i don't mind at all to be honest" you thought to yourself.

you made your way up the platform, seeing the rest of the start-up participants. a ceo shirt was being distributed around the stage. you looked around to find your rival, who was standing a few people behind, eyeing your moves with a smile.

you planned on following seo dalmi's steps to her success, but you didn't expect—even the least, that you could possibly find your own nam dosan in your life as well.

—end

➷｡min's notes: the competition and the plot in general are revolved under the k-drama start up, including the mentions of the drama's casts. in no way, this depicts the actual process of an actual hackathon. p.s, i simp for hendery. have a nice/day or night! <3

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talkfastromance4 · 4 years

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5sos Christmas Playlist--‘A Winter Wedding’ Calum

This is a year later! It’s short but sweet and has dad!Calum! Please enjoy and I would love to hear feedback! Would you like to see a year later for the other guys as well? Please let me know! Happy reading! :)

Word count: 1322

Masterlist

Winter Wonderland (first part)

The ballroom was decorated perfectly with silver trees and fake snow. The centerpieces on the tables were of frosted mason jars with sprigs of holly fastened around the lip with twine. A fake candle lit inside created the perfect evening glow.

Fairy lights were strung across the wooden banisters and the DJ was setting up his things while across the street you were getting ready final touches of your make-up done. It’s three o’clock on December 28 and your wedding is in an hour.

A gentle cry disrupts the lulled excitement in the air and you excuse yourself from the make-up chair to check on your daughter, Adah Joy.

Just shy of seven months, Adah is the exact replica of Calum. With perfect round cheeks, rosebud shaped lips and dark curly hair, you both fell in love upon meeting her.

After Calum proposed to you last year near Christmas, it wasn’t long after that you discovered you were pregnant. With joining him on tour and then moving in with him you had noticed your period was late but took it as stress. You and Calum decided to get married after she was born so it wouldn’t add stress to the pregnancy.

On June first, you welcomed little Adah into the world and you couldn’t be happier.

“Hey pretty one,” you coo at her lifting her in your arms. She’d just woken up from a nap which means she’ll be awake for the wedding. “It’s almost time to see daddy.”

You attack her cheeks with kisses ignoring the make-up artist huffing about your lipstick getting smeared. The photographer captured every moment and even the remnants of your lipstick on Adah’s cheeks.

When the last button on your dress was fastened and the pearl clip was placed in your hair and Adah was in her flower girl dress, it was time to meet Calum at the end of the aisle. You stood off to the side of the wide oak front doors, the smell of roses and freesia welcoming you into the ceremony room. You blinked away your tears as Duke pulled Adah in a decorated carriage down the aisle.

A collective ‘aww!’ echoed to your ears followed by a little bark from Duke as he probably hurried along to meet Calum. Adah’s excited squeal was the last thing you heard as the doors closed and it was your turn to walk down the aisle.

The music changed to your processional and you took your place behind the oak doors. With a final breath, they swung wide and you saw your life at the end of the aisle; Calum looking extremely handsome in his black armani suit holding Adah. He points to you before looking up and his face freezes.

Time slows and yet the walk to him is fast because you want to hold his hand and be married already. He pinches the corners of his eyes with his thumb and pointer finger a few times and when you’re finally, finally standing next to him, you reach up and swipe away an escaped tear.

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The rest of your wedding night was exceptional. The three of you danced all night and Calum even requested a special father-daughter dance for him and Adah. You had to dab at your eyes a few times because the way Adah looks at Calum it’s like he hung the sun and the moon. He looked at her the same way.

Now, you’re back home with your heels in your hand and Calum behind you carrying a sleepy Adah in his arms. She was a trooper for being up so well past her bedtime, but she was a very good baby.

“Are you sure you don’t want my mom to take her?” You ask quietly tossing your shoes to the side of the fridge. Duke scampers to his food and water bowl, when you turn around Calum is hanging his suit jacket on the hook by the door. “She’ll be up by 7:30.”

“I want to spend tonight with both my girls,” he smiles grabbing Adah’s hand pretending to eat it. She giggles sleepily at her father’s antics.

“You’re the best husband,” you praise stretching up on your bare feet to kiss him.

“You’re the best wife,” he mumbles capturing your lips once more.

The kiss warms you all the way to your toes then Adah lets out a disgruntled whine causing you both to stop the kiss.

“How about I give this little one her bath,” Calum suggests slipping his arm around your waist, “put her to bed and then we take a nice bath of our own?”

“Great idea Mr. Hood,” you smile slyly popping open another button of his shirt.

“Shall we?” he quirked an eyebrow tossing his head to the right indicating the bathroom.

You walk hand in hand with your husband down the hall to the bathroom across Adah’s nursery, your dress swishing with every step.

“Let’s get you all clean and cozy,” Calum tells Adah who is staring up at him dark brown eyes that resemble his. “And daddy will sing your song, yeah?”

He kisses her forehead while you grab her pajamas from the bathroom counter and he undresses her.

“I’ve got it baby,” he grins at you when you pass him her baby soap, “don’t want you getting your dress wet. Go get our bath started.”

“I will in a minute.”

You lean against the doorframe watching him converse with your baby, Adah is paying attention to him like she knows exactly what he’s saying. And maybe she does, even though you carried her for nine months she’s been a daddy’s girl since day one.

Whenever she cried after you brought her home, he leapt up so fast before you could even think of what was wrong with her. He loved changing her diaper because that’s when he’d have his “talking to” with her.

“Your mama did so well with you in her belly, try not to cry so loud, okay? She needs her sleep too so she can take care of you the best way. I won’t tell her you ruined this onesie--you’re so small and eat so little, how did you poop so much?!”

He didn’t think you’d heard him but you did and it was one of your favorite dad moments. He loves laying on the couch with her on his bare chest, his rough but gentle fingers play with her dark curls as they watch movies. He loves choosing her outfit, especially the tiny baby bucket hats.

“It’s too big for her!” you’d complained on the fourth of July as he plopped a denim bucket hat on her head.

“It’ll protect her from the sun! And besides, we match.”

He grinned at you deviously as he placed his own denim bucket hat on his head.

“You look like such a dad,” you snorted taking in his outfit. He had on a red tank top with white shorts and with his chain hanging loosely around his neck? Total dad.

For Halloween he came home with three matching outfits of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. When you saw the baby one for Adah there was no way you’d say no, even though you secretly wanted to dress her up as a ladybug. The three of you got so many compliments on the costumes and your baby turtle, the shit eating grin Calum gave you for a week after wasn’t that annoying.

“Hey, Mrs. Hood,” Calum pulls you from your bank of memories.

“What?”

“I’ve got her, sweetheart, go start our bath. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he promises.

“Okay, okay!” you sigh tossing your hands up in the air and push off the doorframe.

“Hey, babe!”

“Yeah?” you spin around.

“Keep your dress on,” his eyes twinkle mischievously while he hefts Adah against his chest with a fluffy towel. “It’s my job to take it off you tonight.”

#5sos christmas #5sos christmas playlist #calum hood #calum 5sos #calum hood writing #calum hood fanfiction #Calum Thomas Hood #dad!calum #calum fluff #calum smut #calum hood fic #calum fic #calum writing

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dumdumdrawstumtums · 5 years

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ABB3 and I were talking about this earlier, you see I've recently got into the fate fandom and I was wondering if you had any belly canons for any of the guys, specifically Gilgamesh and Fate stay night's Lancer? Or any other guys you like from the series~ (Ive only seen fate zero and fate stay night so far btw.) ^_^

Oh hey good on ya! I'm still a woeful casual when it comes to the series, but it's provided some real nice guys to fawn over~ But alright lemme see what I can do...

G/ilgamesh

Well the fun thing about G/ilgamesh is that his monumentally enormous ego is matched only by his looks... and hopefully his appetite. Cuz I mean, damn, boy knows how to dress to impress.

The thing is though that his taste is incredibly high class, so he'll only be dining on 5-star dishes. He's been around modern society enough to know how to get what he likes, after all. The thing is though that he would be so caught up in holding this fact over others heads that he would neglect to take note of just how much he may be eating. Like, I don't see him as the sort to actively flaunt stuffing himself taut. He may even be secretly embarrassed by it, but damn if he won't play it off as something along the lines of course he's privileged to such gorging. Anything like greasy fast food he wouldn't allow to slip past his lips UNLESS his ability to even do so was being questioned. His weakness is having his ego struck in any way, after all. Then he would certainly have to silence the mongrels' barking and prove himself... probably leading to a very full, very upset stomach having so much garbage filling his belly. At that point he might require some belly rubs - something he would order someone he deems capable of providing to do. Perhaps threatening that if they aren't up to task, they may find themself added to the rest of the trash.

Whiiich leads into the headcanons for vore HAHAH// The King of Heroes lords over all, and sometimes he needs to assert his superiority in less conventional, but no less absolute ways. I don't think he would be too actively yearning to eat anyone, since his body is perfection that he doesn't want anyone ruining. It might be once his (admittedly thin) patience is tested in a certain manner (maybe someone questioned his appetite a little too hard?) that he will give them the privilege of being shown just what he can do. Most anyone he eats he would be dismissive of after; they're food now, they should settle down, and don't they dare give him indigestion, or he can make this even harder on them. And again, this is probably something he prefers to keep private. Although if any company shows up, I feel like Gil wouldn't be doing much to hide his large, squirming belly - like, full on sitting back, just idly stroking over the mega bloat, half-attempting to stifle burps or hiccups, mostly just quietly annoyed. Regardless of how awkward that might make the other feel. Nonfatal situations I think require for G/ilgamesh to at least feel a little respect for who he's gulped down? Which is no easy feat of course, so... he would definitely be the "one way trip" sort of pred the vast majority of the time. But even if that requirement is met, it wouldn't necessarily deter him from carrying on his day as he otherwise would, which includes eating and drinking what he pleases, and giving his belly a firm smack if his stomach's occupant protests. Basically, his wants and needs always take priority.

O/zymandias

Okay and because it would be a good follow-up, another who my friends like would be O/zymandias. Again, another drop dead gorgeous king~

Unfortunately though, since they share such similar attitudes, a lot of headcanons for Gil apply to Ozy OTL That includes the fine taste, being mostly spurred into eating past his comfort levels by having his pride put on the line, and the authoritative aura he carries even when he's aching with fullness. As a matter of fact it's often fun to imagine them being quite the pair when it comes to eating; they're likely to goad each other into eating more and more with neither willing to face the shame of having the weaker stomach. Thank goodness they get along so well... for them, anyway. Maybe not so much for the restaurant they visit, or the unfortunate people who may be included in their kingly feasting.

I think a good distinction to make Ozy stand out more is that he's not quite so much a jerk as Gil would be regarded as? He's got a monumental ego sure, but seems to be less likely to utterly disregard the personhood of others in the process. So it may take a little more to make him deem someone to be his next meal... maybe. Possibly. His body is a temple, he can't very well be making this a habit, after all. Consequently I also think he would be a bit more likely to indulge in nonfatal scenarios, too. And with the mighty pharaoh he would make a little more effort in being a proper host. Oh, and since there was a funny bit a dialogue in the game where he staunchly denied being decapitated in the most huffy, tsundere way, I think that would apply to him having a ridiculously filled gut as well. "There's nothing wrong with my stomach... *grrrgghh...*"

A/sterios

Another one that friends have a big liking to so of course I'll jump on that too! What we got here is a colossal 9'9" tall berserker bull man, THE Minotaur of legend himself. The fun thing about him is that, as the myth tells, he's canonically eaten people - and plenty of them, too. He's got a great deal of dialogue alluding to how easily he could put even you on the menu as well. So, while he might have some difficulty speaking... his stomach can do the talking for him. Like, he already struggles to control his beastly urges, so who could blame him if he slipped up, caught someone in his inescapable clutches, and ate them? Or even two? He's almost twice as large as normal humans; it would be far less difficult for him to gorge on more than one. Consuming others would be treated as something that just comes natural to A/sterios, like a hunger that was finally quenched.

On the stuffing end (sorry for the reverse order, he's just far more likely to enjoy meat on the very rare side) the bull would require a lot to satisfy him. He's used to eating whole, poor people who were dumped into his labyrinth, after all. And again, this absolute unit is BIG. Not to mention being treated to food beyond "human" would probably be a novel experience for him. He's been in the labyrinth all his life, he has the whole world to see and experience! Poor A/sterios would probably be overwhelmed and adorably yearning to try everything. Very open to being fed, and having his belly rubbed, too! Just, again, both of these things are gonna take a while, given his size.

A/chilles

Husband material that captured my heart big time when I finally got around to watching A/pocryphaaa// He's got a similar vibe to C/u C/hulainn with his lax attitude and enjoyment in fighting. The differences between them though help to separate my headcanons just a bit. Like, whereas Cu's more laid-back the majority of the time, A/chilles has more of an intensity to him. He's more excited by a challenge for one, and that can play easily into some fun headcanons. Like, any meal he sits down for will be filling him up, but afterwards if he sees there's an eating contest going down, he'd still be going "Yeah I bet I could win, piece of cake *urp* Maybe poor choice of words..." And then claim that filling his stomach up beforehand was just to give everyone else a fighting chance. And he will win, it'll just... be something of a pyrrhic victory. One that he'll still try to take pride in sure, but not without a lot of groaning and claiming that he must weigh twice as heavy now. And as wont as the Greek hero would be to lie back and let everything digest, he's just as quickly to pull himself back up and heft around the gurgling gorge, since he hates to be bored or to seem pathetic. After all, while his ego might not be anywhere near the mountainous scale Gil's is, he still has a hefty arrogance to him that can be used to push him (and his belly) further. Though unlike the king and pharaoh, I think A/chilles would genuinely be unabashed in his bloated state, let alone the thunderous belches that might come about - just sighing with relief after and giving his stomach a pat. Even when receiving some welcomed belly rubs, don’t be offended if you get caught in the blast radius HAHAH

Regarding vore, I think A/chilles would very much have the mindset of "eating someone means claiming total victory." And it would probably be something he revels in just as much as any victory, roughly massaging his stomach, trying to clench his stretched thin abs, etc. What makes A/chilles unique is that, as said, he likes a challenge. That means that while he's groaning for his prey to settle down, he's also outright encouraging them to fight against his stomach, which might not phase him quite as much as it would others since, y'know, invincible body and all. If they're especially feisty, to the point it's making the brash hero gag, heave, have to swallow down lumps rising back up his throat, well then that struggle just makes this all the better. Heck, if they're not up to that point he may even waddle himself over to eat more, just to get himself to that point of barely keeping it together. Even in nonfatal situations, the Rider would undoubtedly enjoy making his carry-on squirm - probably utilizing effective teasing to get them riled up, like hiccuping and asking just how much they weigh, or downing a full gallon of drink to drench them, burping, and saying lugging them in his stomach is thirsty work. Much more inclined to some rough play than the blue Lancer would be, methinks. That includes all the belly play of jostling, prodding, 'accidentally' lying on his stomach a bit, all that goodness~

(I left C/u C/hulainn out because I remembered I already did a big post about him here, among other posts, so enjoy that if you’d like!)

#there's others certainly #but i already went too hard on this//#i'm sad i'm not doing anything with a/chilles yet #the-elusive-libbin

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pooktales · 4 years

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Dannox Does Dalaran

~45min read

In an alternate universe where Kael'thas is king...

*doom music* The quaint Legerdermain Lounge in Dalaran has an amateur comedy night. Dannox, a raunchy Night Elf druid, decides to do his standup routine. You may recognize Dannox from such things as my ‘My Life for My Prince’ fanfiction series. This post is LGBTQ+ friendly. It is also 18+ and NSFW because of dirty jokes. Enjoy!

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Center stage at the Legerdermain Lounge in Dalaran. A dark-pearl skinned Night Elf man with deep green hair down to his waist strides up to take the Gnomish microphone device. He smiles well, as if he’s been laughing really hard back stage with the staff already. Charcoal gray t-shirt that looks soft. Light blue, linen slacks. Unless your eyes are playing tricks, there seems to be a shadow, or an outline through the thin fabric, of his bare hip underneath and the start of a muscular thigh. He moves again, and it’s gone. Dannox has spread hands and feet apart, bracing as if he’ll have to fight the strange mic device at first, but then cuts that out quickly since the mic is not a toy. Maybe no one noticed.

His joy is genuine and infectious. It’s hard not to smile along with him.

“Hey, so before I begin—Shit, you’d think I’d be used to a moon-white spotlight in the dark, being a Night Elf, but I’m just not. Can you offensive fuckers turn that off? Okay?” Dannox cackles and squints. He looks at his dark hands, while adjusting the mic up to his height. Dannox is magnetizing in a way. Fun to watch his sly mannerisms, his voice is rich.

A burst of embarrassed laughter in the back, while the Gnome techs actually accede to Dannox’s demand. It’s not a joke, they really are trying to fix the lights for him.

“So. Dalaran. The big D. Well, the other big D. They say if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere. Which… is exactly what life is like with a big dick anyway...

“Sorry if you thought I couldn’t say that word—DICK. But back to my joke. You do one guy, or lady—I’m bi—and word gets around, right? So I make it everywhere.

“Oh, Dalaran. Come on, baby. I just got here and you’re turning me on. I’m lit for a magical city right now, and that is so wrong. Wow, what a weird fetish that would be…

“Seriously, though. This place cracks me up. A fancy, beautiful city. Perfectly designed. A beacon of hope. Holy, in a way. Floating majestically through the air. And plenty of massive, purple, phallic objects poking the sky.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me, I know it’s not really like that—that’s not why those spires are there. They have a real functionality. What got my mind dirty in the first place were all the snooty, Kirin’ Tor, tight arseholes walking up and down the streets… Yum.

Shocked, sort of uncomfortable laughter, but Dannox presses on, “Hey, don’t judge me. You guys been to the Underbelly, yet?” He shakes his head sorrowfully, “Don’t go down there. I mean, did you hear what it’s called? The Underbelly. That’s another low-key sex thing about Dalaran. This place is secretly very dirty, believe me. Underbelly. Do you know what’s under my belly? Well, on most nights. He’s not here right now.” Dannox uses a hand to shade his eyes, pretends to look around the room for someone. Loose laughter escapes from the back. “Sorry, that one was too easy. But yeah, so please don’t go down there. Just a lot of nasty fuckers like myself, flagging themselves to get jumped from behind by some rogue, and trying to wrestle each other—” Dannox starts laughing and cuts himself off, “All… oiled up. Well I was, anyway. Okay, I lied. I’ve been here before. Plenty of times.”

To a woman looking very serious and refusing to laugh in the front row, “Ma’am. Ma’am? I’m going to need you to loosen up tonight, okay? You’re in the hands of a professional tonight. I’m serious. I’m more serious than you are right now about that statement, do you know why? I’m fully trained at this, I was once a very successful stripper, I promise you.” Excited whistles and shouts, “I know smut and I’m proud of that, so tonight you have my express permission to laugh at my nasty jokes.

“But I’m sorry if I’ve offended you, ma’am, really I am. Please forgive me. Do you want a lap dance to make up for it? I’m being serious. Would that help? You don’t?

“Damn, I’m getting old then. Anyone here heard of Commando Dan, from Fel Candy? West side of Kezan? There must be a few Goblins in the house.”

A couple of gravelly cheers.

“Hoo, yeah! That’s me. Look how far I’ve fallen. I still got all my clothes on and people are even laughing.”

The blazing spotlight finally goes out, leaving Dannox in a darker room, offset by easy peach candlelight. Some polite applause for the lights being fixed. Then glasses click gently as people drink, begin to enjoy their food once more.

“Hey, great! I can see again, though you all really can’t see me, cause it’s dark. And your eyes have to adjust. Sucks to be you. Shout out to the other Night Elves in the house. The revolution begins now, by the way. Hail to the night, motherfuckers…”

Throaty laughter, especially from some kal’dorei men in the back.

Dannox looks down and snakes the microphone wire around the stand, to give himself space to move with it, “Anyway, I am definitely grateful for my chance at amateur night here in Dalaran.” He winks, “I intend to take the prize. I’m already a prize, I figured we’d go together.”

He turns a little to his left, sticks a hand in his pants pocket. Also, semi-sheer fabric confirmed. Nice.

“So. A little about me to start, other than my being an exceptional stripper once upon a time. Today? I’m a bum. A handsome bum, but my husband reminds me that still means I’m lazy and bum. I do nothing. This is my first thing that I’m doing, after a hiatus. Stripper in retirement. Never thought you’d see the day, right?” Dannox shrugs, grinning anew, “Actually, I do work hard, just not in the way you’d expect. I’m a trophy husband that got picked up years ago in a seedy strip club, I kid you not… stripping my clothes off in Kezan, which is a beautiful, nearly lawless Goblin Island, at least on the redlight district side. Anything goes on that side. A Blood Elf and a Night Elf can meet up, get it on, and have all kinds of adventures together in broad daylight. Faltheriel and I once had a dirty weekend that turned into… ten years now? And so I got picked up by the man who eventually became—who eventually would become—the Chief Advisor to King Kael’thas Sunstrider.

“The king? Yeah, we live in an alternate universe back home. It’s totally normal though, don’t worry. It’s like living in the suburbs—hardly anyone goes there, it’s nice cause it’s less expensive. We get crime, but it’s weirder suburbs, alt-universe crime. Like… whenever we read about Kael’thas’ new fun addictions and various shortcomings in the news. It was Murlocos Tacos last week. His daughter caught footage of him on the floor eating them while drunk or high, probably both cause it’s Kael’thas, and slurring every single thing he said. It came on all the scrying orbs. That was a rough week for him.”

Some snickers. “Yeah, you guys out here have dead, looted body Kael’thas at the end of a Quel’danas Isle dungeon. But back home, we pretty much have the Hearthstone Kael’thas which is way nicer. And funnier. I thought I’d get up here and do a Hearthstone Kael’thas impression but… yeah, he’d send some people over to kill me. He’s still an evil genius with bloodthirsty Sunfury agents. Also, ‘I’m coming doooown!’

“Haha… So worth it. Best part, when I get assassinated by Sunfury agents soon and I die, I’m totally going to ask my wife and husband to put that exact quote on my tombstone. That’ll really piss Kael off.

“And then, what is he even gonna do? Dig up my body and beat me some more?” Dannox looks down, casually kicks the wire for the mic out of his way, “Actually, I wouldn’t put it past that fel-addicted, demon-fucking motherfucker. He’s into everything.

“Anyway, we’re actually cool, me and Kael’thas. Don’t worry. And I truly like him. Since my husband works for Kael, and I am a druid after all—I heal. I heal a body good… I get to talk to Kael’thas himself sometimes if you can believe it. But it’s all so horrible. He’s a good-looking man and he knows that I’m bi. And I’m an awful person, generally. I guess that’s why Kael and I get along.”

Dannox walks to the other side of the stage, “And then Filthy—that’s my husband, don’t ask… Well, you will ask about my husband’s nickname, but I’m warning you not to, not yet, I’ll tell you later—Filthy is practically like Kael’s family at this point, so I always take my chance to rip on our lovely king. Also, Kael’s Blood Knights. Blood Knights are such easy targets. And mind you, in this alt universe, Azeroth is united, the factions are at peace, sorta. Kind of like how Dalaran lets everybody in, we’re sort of like that. Anyway, so we’re out in Netherstorm again with King Kael’thas, waiting on the Sunfury army to show up. Kael’thas looks right at me and he says, ‘I think I really like having a Night Elf man salute me, for a change.’

“And then I wink, ‘…It’s only natural, Kael’thas.’

“Hoo, boy. Poor Kael’thas. I think he was trying to be community-spirited. But, you know, he just tangled with the wrong Night Elf. Or, exactly the right one. Remember, I do like to get oiled-up first.”

More laughter.

“And then these soldiers of his, they’re taking a really long time to arrive. So one of the Blood Knights that’s already there, she turns to me. Everyone’s curious about the Night Elves, I suppose. Daphne goes… and I guess she didn’t let on yet that I’m unbelievably nasty, by some miracle. That’s what happens when hubby refuses to talk about home at work, I guess.

“Daphne asks me, ‘I heard you were the bane of Malfurion’s existence at one point.’

“I say, ‘Well, only for fifteen to twenty minutes at a time.’

Gasps, shocked laughter.

“See? I can keep it professional if I want to. And it’s fine, that’s another world leader I’m cool with. Malfurion and I go… way back. Right. In the back.

“Hey, no judgment. We all have our reasons for leaving the Emerald Dream. Am I right, fellow druids? Or, getting banned from it by a jealous wife. Hey, I’m calling her out, that wasn’t cool. She should know by now, everyone secretly loves Malfurion.

“Then I decided to have some fun with my husband Filthy—Faltheriel—who was standing right there next to me, turning beet-red, ‘What’s this, Faltheriel? You don’t look well, and your forehead is so warm. Maybe you’re coming down with something. Let’s go get you into bed, make you perfectly comfortable… then see what happens.’

“He didn’t like that. And in front of his employer, too. You see why he calls me a bum. I’m so good at being a trophy husband and jobless, it’s like I think everyone else needs to lose their job. Anyway, Faltheriel left to go do something else. Divorce me or something, I don’t remember what he said that afternoon. It’s not important.

“There was also a nice girl with them, a tall redhead named Tempest. I think she’s a retribution Paladin—Blood Knight, whatever. They all get to talking about old times, and she recalls how my husband used to be a zealot for Kael’thas, because he was. Or is. I’ll put it this way, ‘Kael’thas’ is the opposite of our safe word at home. It’s more Filthy’s trigger. Filthy gets one. One ‘Kael’thas’ every evening, and after that he has to stop. Don’t ask me how he works for the guy. I’m a sleaze, Faltheriel’s a fanboy, I guess. We struggle through this life together in our exciting marriage, putting up with all you muggles.

“I’m not joking with you. In person, Kael’thas is a very handsome man ontop of everything else and Faltheriel’s only mortal. Like I said, we have amazing, alt-universe Hearthstone Kael’thas. It’s a different outfit every hour with that guy. My favorite is nineties Kael’thas. He shows up with slicked-back blonde hair, neon shapes on his t-shirt and a giant cell phone, obsessing about how Arthas stole Jaina Proudmoore from him, and he needs revenge in time for the Dalaran Academy dance.

“Hey, I just remembered, you guys would have been there for all that Arthas in ripped stonewash jeans, shoving Kael’thas into a locker stuff. Beat, ba-beat, ba-ba-ba-beat, gooooo Dalaran!

“Anyway. Wow, I keep going off what I memorized. I need a minute.” Dannox winces laughter and pinches at the bridge of his nose, before calming down. “So. Faltheriel and his crew were all zealots back then, doing bad things for Kael’thas, but Faltheriel can get right in the danger zone till this day, remembering weird Kael’thas facts and lore, though I do love him. Tempest goes, ‘Look, I’m a Blood Knight and Faltheriel’s intense obsession over Kael’thas even makes me uncomfortable. Dannox, are you sure everything is alright?’

“I go, ‘Eh. It’s all about energy, where you direct it. Faltheriel can revv up his cute little engine all day if he wants to, as long as, at the end of that day, I’m the one who directly benefits.’

Daphne, as Tempest is laughing, ‘Uh… what?’

“I say, ‘It’s called husband physics.’

“And it is, it really is! That’s how you manage a marriage with a fanboy. I’ll only worry if Faltheriel comes home cosplaying and threatens that we need to take an emergency family vacay to Blizzcon. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But when your husband likes to dress up as a succubus… you keep an eye on it. He’s going as Drag Queen Azshara next year, by the way. And there’s rumor of an ‘It’s Raining Men’ act to go with it, but Rachel and I are mostly letting Filthy have his alone time with the costume and his music for now. We’re all really excited. Albeit—each in his own way.

“Later that day, with the Blood Knights you know--the Sunfury finally arrive and it’s time for us to get moving, mount up to go someplace. I’m on my nightsaber. They’re staring at my beast. You would… I say to Daphne, ‘Let’s have somebody ride up front, and then the other person can climb on the back. Don’t worry, Faltheriel and I do it all the time where we’re from.’

“This guy Sunthraze goes, ‘In Darnassus? Or do you mean Silvermoon where Faltheriel’s from?’

“I say, ‘Wait, my wife wouldn’t want me to finish that joke.’

“Sometimes, Faltheriel does really get annoyed with me when I make those kinds of jokes with his colleagues. I mean, they are his coworkers after all. I guess that’s unkind in a way. But that’s also okay because my husband and I like to fight. Or, that other thing that begins with the letter ‘F’.

“That one too obvious? I can be subtle as well. I’m a centaur if you don’t think about that too much.”

“Now, please ask yourselves... Why was that not put in as one of the male Night Elf pickup lines? It’s excellent.”

Dannox then kindly leans down to the first row again, “While we’re on the topic, ma’am, I see that you’re smiling now. I knew you would. But I wanted to say, I am very sorry that you didn’t want that lap dance before. These are my emergency tear-away pants, as well. They’re not just awesome fitted slacks. But I need you to know, it’s too late now. Like the Goblins say, ‘If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it!’ he snaps, pretending to have real attitude.

He straightens up again, as the laughter dies down, “…Well, in my case, a giant cock ring.”

A raucous reaction spreads from the cheap seats. The laughter makes it hard to hear the next part, as the woman begins talking and gesturing up at him, “… Huh? Haha!” Dannox leans halfway to listen to her, then attempts to stop his own laughter, “After the show? Really?! Wow, you’ve come a long way. Alright, I give in. Ladies and gentlemen, please clap for Offended Lady, I’ve got a convert! Welcome to the dark side. But you’ll have to run fast after the lap dance, my wife’s here somewhere. Thanks, Offended Lady, I’m so glad we’re cool now. Come find me on Tumblr later, too. I can’t follow you back, but I promise you won’t regret it.

“Well, back to me and my husband. Sometimes, I have to be reminded that I’ve got one... Oh! So Faltheriel and me arguing and fighting--it’s alright, really…

“I try not to pull on Faltheriel’s hair unless I mean it.

“Actually, when we first met, it was better. When we first met, I told Faltheriel I was a baker. Go on, you can ask me, ‘Why is that?’

“Well, you don’t let strange men glaze your buns, obviously.

“I really love that joke. I tell that one a lot. You know, usually, there’s an upstanding person nearby—not you, ma’am. We already addressed that, like I said, and you kindly booked me tonight from 12-12:07am,” Dannox gives a sly wink and checks his watch, “But usually it’s someone with these excellent manners who warns that I’m a horrible person. Like I didn’t know that already, but it’s their duty to glare up here, gasp all shocked and say that. Do you know what I tell people who act like that? After I tell the joke, ‘You don’t let strange men glaze your buns, obviously.’ Then they say, ‘Dannox, you are a horrible person.’

“I clarify, ‘No… I’m a baker.’

“Very innocent, just like that. Even funnier when, truth is, I do know how to bake. But I only let Faltheriel find that out years later. I waited until after we got engaged before I baked him anything. I was far more serious about the success of that baker joke than our relationship.

“But it’s true, Faltheriel and I like to fight. We always have. Though, mostly, it’s wrestling. Before bedtime. Aaaaand in this corner…” Dannox raises his voice, as if about to call a wrestling match, “they lived happily ever after.

“Also, now that we’ve been married for about a decade, Faltheriel doesn’t always listen to me. Then again, I don’t always face him while we talk… It’s win-win.

“Though, being totally serious now—You know, when I first met Faltheriel, he wasn’t facing me. Do you know how goddam gorgeous you have to be to look like someone’s soul mate from behind?!

“And I’m a good husband to him. I truly am. I make sure that Filthy never falls in the shower, whether he appreciates it or not.

“You know, I once lied to Faltheriel and told him it was still dark outside. He couldn’t get out from under me anyways.

“Another thing, Faltheriel and I don’t always communicate well. Sometimes, we just grunt and slap each other’s thighs a lot.” Dannox, now raising his voice over the laughter, “Is that weird? Maybe other couples don’t do that as much, I don’t know.

“Being married to such a beautiful man is hard. God, it gets so hard. Sorry—was that a low blow? I’ll put it away now. Though it’s been going on for so long, I’ll have to roll it up, first.

“Anyway, sometimes I say this thing to my husband when it’s bedtime and he’s not in the mood. I totally respect him for that, I do… But I say to him, ‘Filthy--’ I guess that’s his pet name when he’s being adorable, or really irritating. Both a fun challenge for me. I realize I keep switching in and out of that, I tell him, ‘Filthy, I don’t mind if you’re too tired. You can sleep, honey. Just lie on your stomach, and loosen up first.’”

Dannox hangs in there, through a mixture of booing and hard laughter, “See? It’s so simple! It is so simple to make a good marriage, you guys. A dirty, dirty marriage with a lovely woman who puts up with us and a man who used to work for the Burning Legion, and who can END you if your jokes ever fail to land.

“I can tell you, if you don’t like these jokes, that’s fine. You’ll be pleased to know that I’ve already suffered enough. It was bombs over Shadowmoon Valley while I honed this joke routine in my house, I promise.

“By the way, don’t try that at home. Don’t try my sense of humor at your beloved home, not unless you enjoy having done to you what my husband used to do to his prisoners-slash-victims. Well, he still does it. But I-I get out sometimes.” Dannox rolls his big shoulder, pretends to twitch, “Like tonight.

“But I do find Faltheriel irresistible, so I admit that I keep trying to get into trouble with him. This one time, Faltheriel was really fussing at me, he really wanted me to leave him alone so he could read. Now I don’t know if I’m extra horny because I’m a big Night Elf compared to him—he’s a Blood Elf, I hope the Kael’thas thing gave that away—or because I’m just, well, totally nasty all the time, so much so, I like to give my husband a nickname that stops him from forgetting that I’m a dirty alpha male in this thing and I own his glorious ass… Told you I’d explain later in the show and that you didn’t want to know… But anyway, one evening while Filthy was downstairs reading and ignoring me like that, I just decided to compromise.

“I say to him, ‘Fine, let’s play a game to pass the time. I’ll be good if you’re good.’ He’s sensible, so he says, ‘Deal. What would you like to play, darling?’ He goes for the checkerboard. Then I said, ‘Faltheriel, this game I have is so fun. This is so easy. I’ll love it. It goes like this. Can you bend over the couch and not move for a half hour?’ He’s a sweetie and too trusting at times, so he actually does it. Then I say, ‘Also, this is one of those games where you can’t say ‘No.’

“I got slapped for that. It’s really bad when another man slaps you to defend his honor. And of course, truth be told… I liked it. Poor Faltheriel.

“Elune above, my Blood Elf husband is cute! He is so yummy. Fun fact, Faltheriel only wanted a sweet little hug last night, but in for a penny, in for a pounding.

“Though, the Cenarion Circle is probably going to come back into our lives, I think, to take Filthy away and try to find him a forever home.

“I mean, a new home with a good mummy and daddy. And walks in the park that don’t involve shagging behind the trees. And no bear-bottom spankings. Horny druid husbands are the worst, I should know.

“On another night, I told Faltheriel my balls were lonely. He brought his over to play.

“Awww, so sweet of him. Also, Faltheriel is really good at sex, but I would never tell him that. I just ask him to keep trying.

“Another thing about us, I almost forgot. When I first met Faltheriel, I got naked fast. He didn’t like it at the beginning, but he loved it in the end.

“And once, I told Faltheriel I was a piñata so that he wouldn’t stop beating me with it.

“And the most sex Faltheriel and I ever had was on the same night our wife had our first child, our twins. She was… SO mad at us.

“You know, when our wife had the twins—they’re fraternal, one Night Elf, one Blood Elf—Faltheriel forgot for a moment and went wild, accused Rachel of cheating. It was then that I reminded my husband that, um… I have sex with our wife too.

“Uh-huh. That’s right. That’s what you get when you jump to conclusions about your good spouse, Faltheriel.

“He’s not here tonight, actually. Faltheriel couldn’t make it. That’s why I’m really ripping on him, I guess. But my wife’s here, I think I said that earlier. Hi Rach, say hi. She’s a knockout, isn’t she? She’s so sweet and so kind, and hopefully, this wonderful Human woman won’t lock me in my cage later…

“And you know another thing, three-way marriages are interesting. They are so interesting. Women change, their appetites grow or something and you adapt in weird ways. Our wife gets so horny at times, it really does take the two of us. Wow, she looks mad at me now. Guess I shouldn’t have said that. But, then again, when she holds out, it’s like the world is coming to an end for us men.

“Just kidding, Faltheriel and I are perfectly fine.

“Sorry hun, it’s true. You shouldn’tve got us that set of matching spoons for the holidays. It’s just too bad. That cheap gift you got was like homo-erotic Kaja-Cola, it gave us ideas.

“I’m an idiot, I apologize. Anyway, this one time… the best stories start that way, have you noticed? So this one time when Rachel wasn’t there, Faltheriel came straight upstairs after work and found me in bed with another woman. God, he’s so adorable… After I put the mirror back and slipped the pink scrunchie from his soft, soft, ponytail, he calmed down and it was an amazing night.

“Seriously, though. My husband Faltheriel is so man-pretty, we only realized our wife had none of her own lingerie like… a week ago? And we’d been together for ten years? Yeah, it’s like that.

“So Faltheriel buys me my own lingerie, for once. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like any of the fuzzy, silky, or bright colored stuff he brought home. Eh, the see-through stuff was okay. The really super-short, see through stuff I was already poking out of, that we could do each other in immediately—that, I liked. Nice guy, but he really wasted his money on me, I tell ya.

“Alright, last joke. It’s June and I know everyone’s hot in here. You’re all ready to finish up and call it a night. So I’ll try and end on a respectable note.

“It isn’t June? Well, I know that, I don’t care. Listen to the joke, goddammit.

“Ahhh, my wonderful husband, Filthy,” to rising, expectant laughter, “Faltheriel ‘Filthy’ Darkweaver has the best ass in the world. It feels like I’m fucking a magical rainbow in there. Was that one too obvious, because it’s Pride Month? Did you know that big, horny, sweaty, well-hung unicorns fuck rainbows? Nice image. Yeah, enjoy your Pride Month.”

Dannox nervously puts the microphone back and waves once, while people scream laughter. “If you liked my set, please tell the very nice Legerdemain Lounge staff. I’d love to come back. Oh, I never said my whole name. I’m Dannox Silvermoon Darkweaver. That’s right. That was my real last name, I was a dream come true when my Blood Elf husband finally found me and saved me. For me, every day is Pride Month because I’m so proud of my family and so happy to be here these days. It wasn’t always like that.

“And Rachel honey, I’m so grateful to you for loving me and letting me be me. I’m coming straight home to you baby… after this one lap dance,” an anxious laugh, as Dannox checks his watch, “Uh. I want to thank you all for a lovely show. Night, everybody.”

More whistles and another round of cheers. Then, the Night Elf man confidently jogs off-stage.

…

Aww, thanks for reading this far if you made it!

Were you in the audience? What do you have to shout out, or ask Dannox after his set? He might respond.

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Yandere!Jeremiah Valeska X Reader One Shot Pt 7 (Pt 2)

Hey, guys welcome to part 2 of the finale! I’m not sure if this chapter is as great in detail as others but I hope you enjoy anyway! As always feedback is appreciated so comment below and I will see you all in the next installment of Yandere!Jeremiah!

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Beep.

Warmth.

I smiled as I snuggled close to the heat source, my head resting on something soft. An arm wrapped around my waist and a hand went through my hair, the fingers cold against my scalp. I opened my eyes and found myself leaning against my husband on the couch, a smirk on his face. "Well hey there, sleepyhead!"

He leaned over and gave my lips a kiss, my heart stopping as my brain clicked to what happened before I passed out. Quickly my hands went to his chest and pushed him away, a chuckle rumbling from within him. “I know what you’re thinking, Y/n. How lovely it was that your heart beat for me and me alone~”

I cringed at his fingers that tapped my hip, their chill seeping through my dress. “It would never!”

“Oh but it has~ Finally you and I will be connected.”

His hand came up and settled onto my chest but I quickly stood, Jeremiah following. “Face it, sweetheart. Me being the only man in your life is taking a toll on you. You’re starting to fall for me.”

My hand made a fist and placed itself on my sternum, secretly protecting my vulnerable heart that pounded loud. Yes it was true. Over the 4 months I was slowly starting to slip into the fantasy Jeremiah wanted, the one where I played the role of the obedient housewife and mother to his children. As much as I didn’t want to admit it my mind sometimes wandered to my husband and how happy we were, my body rejecting the idea as soon as it entered my head. “I know you want this, my dear. To be mine forever. Just submit yourself to me and it will all go much easier~”

He stepped closer and closer, predator to prey, as I stood frozen, the moonlight making him more menacing. “Get away from me!”

His arms wrapped around me and in that moment my thoughts drifted to how lovely this was, to be held by someone who loved you. Jeremiah’s fingers raked through my hair gently and I couldn’t help but smile.

This was a beautiful moment.

However my will took over and had me writhing in his embrace, my body only wanting Bruce and my brain spurting in memories of us.

Think of the bedside chats.

Think of the warm hugs.

Think of the laughs.

Think of the kiss in the park.

I screamed and shoved the devil away, fire plaguing my skin as he let go. An unearthly growl erupted from his chest as he pounced, my legs forcing me to sprint away. I didn’t know where I was being led but soon I found myself slamming the bedroom door shut and locking it, my legs making me move backwards. I tensed as a bang shattered the silence, Jeremiah’s voice deep and sugar coated. “Open the door, dearest. Your loving husband just wants to comfort you.”

“Go away! I-I won’t let you take over!”

The doorknob jiggled with great force before another bang vibrated through the wood. “Let. Me. In!”

“No! No, no, no!”

Silence.

It was so quiet within that second that you could hear a pin drop.

I swallowed.

If this is where I am slaughtered let Bruce know I love him.

BANG!

“Fine. You win this round, doll.”

His footsteps stomped off and I let the air out that was trapped in my chest. I took a few minutes to calm myself and when I reopened my eyes I knew what I had to do. I was always terrified to try but my limits were reached.

Waddling over to the bed I grabbed a dark brown knit sweater and small satchel before going to my dresser. Opening it I searched for the secret knob and pulled when I found it, the trap door revealing my secret stash of cash. Taking it out I shoved it into the waist length bag before going to the door and unlocking it. Silently I stepped out and re-locked the door, tiptoeing down the stairs with as much stealth as I could muster. I knew Jeremiah would be in his office cooling down and the guards were in another section of the house but I still kept up my quiet facade. You’re doing great, Y/n. Almost there.

Upon reaching the end of the staircase I made sure my movements were silent, my heart beating so loud I thought that Jeremiah might hear it and catch me. Looking over my shoulder I saw no one so I continued towards the front door, my hands trembling as I unlocked the door. Over the course of my stay I secretly had been watching how the mechanisms of the front door worked and now I’m glad I did. Ever so slowly I opened the entrance to my prison and smiled as a cool night breeze blew my bangs. Looking back nobody was waiting so with a smile I silently slipped out the front door and shut it behind me, my legs bringing me past the front gate and into the street. Oh my god. I-I did it...I did it!

My lips formed a wide grin and with that I rushed off as fast as my pregnancy would allow me. I had no clue as to where I was in the city so I stuck to the main roads until I came upon a taxi. The driver was smoking outside his vehicle so I decided to go up to him. “Excuse me, could you give me a lift to the GCPD?”

“Of course! Hop right in, ma’am!”

I nodded and did as I was told, leaning my head back as he got in and started to drive away. It’s going to be okay, Y/n. You’re safe.

Gently I rubbed my baby bump and smiled before watching the city lights go by, the ride longer than I expected. “We’re here, lady.”

“Thank you.”

I opened up my bag and paid him the proper amount before getting out, concern lacing my brow as I stared at the massive building. What do I do if Jim didn’t want me? I’m sure my condition would surprise him but he wouldn’t turn me away, would he?

I gulped and lowered my gaze. Only one way to find out.

Mounting the steps I forced my legs to walk through the front doors, my eyes widening at how chaotic it was inside. Papers were scattered all over the floors and desks, file cabinets thrust open, coffee cups littered the desks along with cardboard boxes. All of the police rushed about seemingly in a hurry, my eyes spotting my cop buddy on the balcony. I silently made my through the crowd, heart beating. “I don’t care how long this case takes! We need to find Y/n! I need to know she’s okay!”

“Jim, we’ve searched everywhere. There’s no sign of her!”

“Harvey, we have to keep trying! Bruce let us know she’s alive but even he’s not aware of her location!”

I almost cried. Jim has been looking all this time for me? I knew Bruce and Alfred were but to think they got the entire GCPD on their side…

I stopped myself a few feet away from Jim, Harvey’s eyes widening when he saw me. “Y/n…”

My brunette friend swiveled to look at me, his eyes widening. “Y/n!”

He rushed towards me and enveloped me in a hug, my arms wrapping tight around him. “Oh my god, where have you been?!”

“Jeremiah stashed me away in a secret location. I didn’t look at my surroundings I just ran to get away.”

Loosening his grip, Jim smiled at me before his eyes traveled down to my stomach. Oh no.

“Did he do this to you?”

I nodded and Jim growled. “That son of a bitch! When I get my hands on him-”

“Jim, please! Just get Bruce on the phone and tell him I’m here. He’s probably worried sick.”

He nodded and backed away but I could still see the rage in his eyes. “Harvey, watch over her while I contact Bruce. Make sure she gets anything she needs.”

“Yes, sir!”

The fedora wearing cop led me away and down to his desk, making sure I was comfortable in his chair. “I’ll be fine, Harv. Thank you anyway.”

“I admire your bravery, kid. Surviving Jeremiah Valeska is a rough thing to go through.”

“Thanks, Harvey.”

He nodded and headed off, most likely to go calm the rest of department down. I sat there twiddling my thumbs unsure of what to do with my newfound freedom. Suddenly the door burst open to reveal Barbara, her blonde hair flying wildly. Quickly her gaze fell on me and she rushed over, her high heels clicking the concrete. “Y/n, I came as soon as I heard you were here! Are you okay? Do I need to kick that bastard’s ass?”

“I’m fine, Barbara. Just a little shaken up is all.”

She seemed surprised by my answer so I suspected she heard of my unexpected baby. “But he-”

“Yes he did terrible things to you, me and all the others but I’m here now. I’m safe, that’s all that matters.”

She sighed and rubbed my shoulder, a glaze over her eyes. “Come by the Siren’s Club if you need anything, okay. We’d love to have you.”

“Thank you for the invite, I’ll keep it in mind.”

Barbara gave a little kiss to my forehead before she walked off to talk to Jim. I watched their conversation from a distance, Barbara getting a bit too angry. In a huff she left and had Jim walk over to me. “Bruce said he’s on his way and that he should be here any minute.”

“Thank you, Jim.”

A quietness fell upon us as Jim tried to say something and I rubbed my knuckles.

“Y/n, can I ask you something.”

“Of course.”

“How on earth did you keep yourself sane?”

I gave a small smile and lowered my head, my hand coming up to meet my chest. “In all honesty I thought about all the good memories I had with you guys. They all overpowered the evil moments I had with Jeremiah. Besides I believe Selina gave me a bit of her strength and resilience from her heart. You could almost say it was her way of acting revenge upon him.”

Jim chuckled and leaned on Harvey’s desk, the two of us chatting away. During our discussion Bruce and Alfred came, the two excited to see me safe. Alfred got a bit riled up about my pregnancy but I calmed him down with reassurances. “We’d better get you back to Wayne Manor, Miss Y/n.”

I looked to Bruce. “You’ll be safe there. I promise.”

Nodding I said goodbye to Jim and followed the duo out to the car. Bruce and I sat in the back seat, hands linked and heads touching. That was all I needed to comfort me. “Bruce.”

“Yes, darling?”

I placed my hand on my bump and looked at him.“What are we going to do about the baby?”

My raven haired friend was silent but slowly put his hand over top of mine and smiled. “We’ll do whatever you want. If you’d like to have the child then so be it. If you’d like to get rid of it that’s fine too. Whatever you decide I’ll support you.”

He leaned in and gave the top of my head a kiss, warmth growing in my chest. “I love you, Bruce.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

The two of us sat in bliss the rest of the car ride, our hearts beating as one. When we arrived at the Manor Bruce helped me out of the car and inside. “What would you like to do, Y/n?”

“I think I’ll go lie down for a little bit. The run and adrenaline made me a bit tired.”

“Of course. Would you like some help?”

“I should be fine.”

“Holler if you need something.”

“I will.”

Slowly I made my way upstairs and went into my room, shrugging my bag off and placing it in a nearby chair. Looking out the window I was pleased to see the grounds that I came to love and not a stone wall. Suddenly a yawn overcame me so I made my way to the bed and collapsed on it, my eyes shutting and my body thanking me for some well deserved rest.

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mrsjaxtellerfan · 5 years

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Love, Marriage, Baby

Hey, y'all! I conspired with my girl @lookprettyliveclassyplaydirtyyt to write this one for ya!

Requested by @spnhollis Hope you enjoy! Sorry it got a little long!

Reader is the new mechanic at TM, builds a strong relationships with all the guys and starts doing things for the club. Juice ends up with a crush on Reader and it’s super fluffy or whatever you get inspired to write.

Warnings: mention of serious medical conditions, PURE FLUFF

Here it is a hot summer’s day and we are sitting here in the hospital waiting for our baby to arrive. I can’t help but think back to the first time I saw y/n, the love of my life.

Flashback

A car I’ve never seen before pulled into the T-M lot and parked by the bikes. I saw a girl with long, curly, blue hair, wearing shorts and a black band tank with a flannel tied around her waist, get out and walk toward the office. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, staring at the now closed door.

“Juicy, boy. You okay?” Chibs asks, glancing over at the starstruck lass, snapping him out of his thoughts about the mysterious girl.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. What were you saying?” Juice turns back toward the elder gentleman, keeping an eye on the door hoping to get another look at the stranger.

I felt her squeezing my hand. Knowing she was having a contraction, I did my best to help her through it. When she lets up, I glance down at the women I never would have guessed I would have fallen in love with or who would love me back.

“Hi, I’m y/n.” The mystery girl says, holding her hand out to the dumbfounded Juice.

“Oh, uh, hi. I-I’m, uh, Juice.” I reply, snapping out of my stupor. Y/n giggles, grasping my hand. Her hand is so small, and warm in my much larger hand. I can feel the callus’ she had, leaving me to wonder what it is she is doing here.

“Juice, like the drink? How did you get that nickname?”

“Well,” I say pointing over my shoulder, “it’s better than Half-Sac.”

She let out a laugh that made my heart flutter when I heard it, secretly hoping I’d be hearing it for the rest of my life.

Present Day

Knowing she was in pain, I decided to tell her a joke. “Hey babe? What do you call someone who builds dog houses?”

“What do you call them, Juice?” Y/n gasps out, pain evident in her voice.

“Bark-itechts.” She let out a small laugh, not wanting to hurt anymore than she already was.

“You’re a mess, Juicy.” She giggles, clenching down on his hand as another contraction hits.

The monitors start beeping erratically, and a group of nurses come running, checking the fetal heart monitor. They put an oxygen mask on her face. Pulling back the blankets, there is a puddle of blood.

“The baby is breech, compressing the cord and it has prolapsed! She’s hemorrhaging! Get the doctor!” The nurse yells, preparing her to move. Everything is happening so fast. I can barely understand what’s happening until I’m being pushed out of the way.

“What does that mean? Is she gonna be okay?” One nurse stays behind.

“We will do everything we can. Your wife began hemorrhaging, the cord was protruding causing the oxygen to be cut off to the child and causing changes in your wife’s circulation as well. We are doing an emergency cesarean. I need to get back there. Someone will come out as soon as we can.” The nurse stated, rushing through the double doors they took my wife through.

“Just please don’t let her die!” I drop to my knees, beginning to pray, something I haven’t done in ages. Gemma comes running back wrapping her arms around my shaking form.

“Oh, baby. She is going to be okay.” Gemma soothes.

“She has to be. I can’t lose her.” I sob, putting my face in Gemma’s shoulder, my only focus on my wife and unborn child.

Flashback

“Juice, give it back!” Y/n giggles, playfully pushing my shoulder and jumping to reach the tool.

“What? I can’t hear you.” I snicker, continuing to tease her by holding the wrench she needs above my head.

“Juicey, please give it back.” She bats her lashes, glancing up at me through hooded eyes. The air is knocked out of me when she slams her body against mine using my surprise to grab the wrench out of my hands.

“HA, I win!” She tonts, skipping back to the car she was previously working on. I watch as she bends over the car, looking back at me over her shoulder, giving me a wink while the look of shock still graces my face.

“You going to help me, big boy?” She purrs, grinning at me with a knowing look. I snap out of it, with s smirk of my own, making my way up behind her leaning form. I can feel her breath hitch, goosebumps appearing on her exposed skin.

“Oh, yeah, baby. I’m going to help you.” I purr into her ear, placing my hand on the base of her back, feeling the soft skin that has become exposed with her shirt riding up.

Present Day

“Juice! Have you heard anything, man?” Jax asks, pulling me into a hug.

“No, nothing yet. I can’t lose her, man. I can’t.” The tears begin flowing again. I feel myself being pulled into a group hug, full of people I call family, while I wait to hear if my new family is going to survive.

Flashback

“Juice, come on, my family isn’t that bad.”

“Not that bad, babe, they’re awful.” I murmured looking down at her, pecking her on the lips before turning back to the ominous, red, door. “I can’t believe you grew up here.” I glance up at the big, white, soccer mom house wondering how this little spitfire came from a home like this. She giggles, knocking on the door, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Hi, baby! I’ve missed you! Who is this handsome fella’?” A small, older version of y/n glances at me, pulling away from the massive hug she had pulled y/n into.

“Mom, this is Juice. My boyfriend.” Y/n states, smiling at me.

“Boyfriend? You didn’t say you had a boyfriend when we talked last.” Her mom stated, looking up at me.

“Yeah, it happened recently.” She smiles, clenching my hand in her smaller one. I smile at them relieving some tension that started building.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Juice, was it?” She states, reaching a hand out to me.

“Juan Carlos, mom, Juice is just his nickname. Is grandpa around? I haven’t had him offer me any brandy yet!” She asked, her white teeth showing.

“Oh, you know your grandfather, dear. He is in the living room watching the game. I’m sure he has some brandy to offer.”

“He hates when I interrupt him when he’s watching the game, but he can never stay mad at his favorite granddaughter! I’m gonna go! Come on babe, he will tell you all his war stories from Nam.”

“More like his only.” Her mom laughs. “Oh, dear, come in, come in. You can call me Rhonda by the way.”

“So you’re telling me, she ran around naked outside in the winter because she wanted to feel the snow on her tush?” I laugh, glancing at the girl I know I’m going to marry.

“I was a nudist okay, when I was a baby, I HATED wearing clothes. Any chance I got to not weAr then, I didn’t. But I also got sick that day too!”

“Babe, I think you’re still a nudist!” I laugh, instantly turning red at the thought of what i just revealed in front of her family. Rhonda busts out with laughter nearly spitting her wine out.

“That is NOT true, I just don’t like to wear pants, or bras. Not fully nudist, just half.” Y/n replies, trying to save me from her dads questioning.

“How would he know that if you guys aren’t married?” I cough, looking at my laugh, hearing a smack.

“Leave these kids alone, can’t you tell how in love they are. Remember how bad we were when we were their age?” Rhonda laughs. He shakes his head with a small glare.

“And when grandpa caught you guys making out?” y/n giggles, grabbing my hand under the table.

“Yeah, I do remember how we were, which is why I’m not approving of this.” Her dad replies glancing at his wife.

“No one asked if you approved of anything, dad. We are just two kids, and when you’re in your 20s you do fun things that you can’t do in your 40s, dad, like get laid.” Y/n quipped at her dad, staring at him with her big brown eyes, probably like she did as a child.

“Hey, now, who is saying we don’t get laid in our 40s?” Rhonda laughs.

“Grandpa told me, he said ‘after 40, there’s no more fun, all the kids are grown, having kids of their own. They forget to call you unless it’s your birthday, you miss out on a lot.’ I don’t want that, I don’t ever wanna turn 40.” She replies, pouting.

“Shugs, I have had the best sex of my life, since I met Helen, this lady from my bingo group.” Grandad replies with a grin.

“Yeah, how old is she, Pops, one of the players daughters, or granddaughters?” She lets out a laugh joking with him, knowing he’s happy with Helen. “When do we get to meet her. Pops?” It was at this moment I realized without a doubt I was going to marry her.

Present Day

“Family of Y/n Ortiz?” The doctor asks, coming into the waiting room. I stood up, taking long strides toward the doctor, I needed to know about my family as soon as I could. “I’m her husband, is she okay?”

“She is fine, and so is the baby. We are doing blood transfusions, trying to get her platelets up so you can’t see her yet, but you can go to the nursery, and meet your daughter, if you’d like.”

“It’s a girl?” I smile, tears of relief rushing down my face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was a surprise…” The doctor breaks off being pulled into a hug.

“Thank you doctor!”

Flashback

“Y/n, you know you don’t have to do this!” I exclaimed, trying to get her to stop.

“Juice, Oakland knows all the eaters and sweetbutts here, it needs to be someone they don’t know.” She continued getting dressed.

“When this is over, I want to talk to you.”

“Yeah, of course.” She plants a kiss on my lips, heading to the van.

She rode in the van on the way to the Oakland warehouse, tied up and blindfolded. The Oakies, as she calls them, claimed a female ripped them off, and she was willing to put herself in danger to help the club. We pulled up to the warehouse, being rough with her, we had to be, but it hurt me. They sat her down in a chair and pulled the blind old off of her. One guy got right up next to her, and she bit him. You could see the anger in his eyes, as he pistol whipped her. I flipped seeing him hit her and pulled my gun, the others doing the same. After the first shot was fired, it was a storm of bullets before all was quiet.

“Are you okay?” I ask, untying the binds.

“I’m fine, baby.” She reassures. I pull her into a hug before we head back to the club.

“Juicy, what did you want to talk to me about?” She asked, tucking the front of my shirt into her gym shorts.

“Hmm?” I questioned her, looking her up and down, taking in the sight of her in my shirt. I want that forever. “Oh yeah, sit please.” I say leading her to the couch.

“I don’t have a big fancy speech planned, and I know we aren’t at an aquarium, but, Y/n, Will you marry me?”

“Juan, yes.” She pulled me in for a kiss as I slipped the ring on her finger. Grinning I pulled her into me, swinging her around before I placed her back on her feet.

“I love you.” “I love you too, Juicy.”

Present Day

I stood there, looking at the gorgeous little girl, that Y/n and I brought into the world, in complete awe.

“Can I hold her?” I asked the nurse.

“Of course. Have you ever held a baby before?” The nurse asks, picking up my baby girl gently.

“No, um, I haven’t.”

“Here let me help you.” The nurse guides my arms in the proper hold before laying the tiny baby in them. She looks so small in my hold, she peaks up at me, the same way her mother does, and smiles before going back to sleep.

“Mr. Ortiz. You can see your wife now.” The doctor says, coming into the nursery. The nurse leads me to the room, daughter in hand.

“Hey, baby. Meet your daughter.” I whisper, walking into the room with our daughter, the nurse leaving us. Y/n is laying there, hooked to machines, with a small, content smile on her face.

“It’s a girl!” She exclaims, smiling her megawatt smile at me. Can we name her Marisol? after my grandmother?” She asked, looking at the tiny baby in my arms.

“Anything you want baby, anything.”

“I love you both so much.” Tears come to her eyes as I hand her Marisol, tears beginning to stream down my face.

“I love you both too, baby, so much. I will never let anything happen to my two girls.”

“Juan, did you call my parents? I want them to bring my grandpa so he can hold her, I know he misses my grandma. Maybe this will help him feel better.”

“OH FUCK! I KNEW I WAS FORGETTING SOMETHING!” I exclaim rushing out of the room, her laughs following me.

“Baby, your daddy might forget somethings like that, but he will always remember to check for monsters under your bed. He will always do the voices when he reads you bedtime stories, and he will always protect you. No matter what.”

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apotatomashedbybts · 5 years

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The Stains Of Your Love

[GENRE: angst, mature

Pairing: Jimin×reader, Jungkook×reader

Word Count: 3.7k+]

[Summary: Jimin and your relationship was perfect, everyone said so, you thought so too. But love is not always what it seems to be. What if you get hurt by the person you love the most? Will you flee away? But how far will you run until love finds you again? ]

Part I : Stained Heart

You chuckled to yourself as the face of your surprised boyfriend crossed your mind.

You were out on a work tour to Germany for almost two weeks. This tour was supposed to last for three weeks but due to your work efficiency the work got finished earlier than expected. So you decided to surprise your boyfriend by not telling him about your arrival.

Working in the Government Foreign Service had its own perks and you being a travel lover had always enjoyed it but missing your boyfriend in those frequent tours was never your favourite emotion. You had been in a relationship with Jimin for about four years. In those four years he had joined you in your tours sometimes but he had his own job too, so leaving him alone at home had always been tough for you. When you both started dating, you were known to be the perfect couple in your friend circle and everybody talked about your relationship. After about six months of being his girlfriend, you moved in with him to a new apartment. You had never thought life would be so perfect after being with him. He was one of the most caring person you had ever met and you loved him like crazy. He had never failed your expectations and always treated you like a queen. After moving in with him you decorated the apartment with your own hands with love and turned it into home. You had been content ever since. It was a happy home. It became even happier when both of your parents approved of your relationship.

You inserted the special key that only you and Jimin had one each to unlock the door if it's closed from inside and tiptoed inside. You were quite surprised to see that all the lights were off. Jimin was supposed to be home by now. You kept your heavy bags by the door and moved towards the bedroom. The bedroom door was slightly ajar and you could hear murmurs coming out from the room. You planned to raid suddenly but you froze on your tracks after hearing Jimin's moans.

From the slight opening of the door you could see a girl's bare back giving Jimin a blowjob as Jimin pressed her head tightly and moaned in pleasure. He was barely whispering sultrily, "Yes baby girl! Just like that! You are really good at it! I love you so much!"

You couldn't take it anymore. You started to shake violently as your heart shattered into a million pieces. You tried to muffle your cry and moved out taking your bags as quickly and as silently as you could. After coming out of the apartment building you wiped your face, called a taxi and told him to take you to a nearby hotel.

Checking in your room you sighed heavily. You went straight to the bathroom after keeping your luggage to wash your face. Seeing your face in the mirror made you remember all the kisses that Jimin left there. With that the memory of a while ago came flooding in before your eyes. You were in no position to be strong. You collapsed on the bathroom floor and started crying violently. You didn't know how long you were sitting there crying but the vigorous hiccups made you stand up and go to your room. You planned to have dinner with Jimin and that's why you ignored your hunger on the way to apartment. But now all those hunger drowned in the pain that you were feeling in your heart. You looked at your phone to see the time but the wallpaper of you and Jimin together made your heart clench. You lied down on your bed and tried to think logically but there was no space left where you could squeeze in your logic.

Jimin's face on your wallpaper made you remember that time a year ago when you and him went on a vacation to Tibet and an old lady blessed you saying that you will be your husband's most precious one and he will love you to the world's end. Jimin was in a nearby shop and you visited the lady secretly. After coming out you saw that Jimin was looking for you and calling you. After seeing you the relieved expression on his face made you love him more and you realised that you were precious to him. And after that you took the picture kissing on his cheeks where Jimin's face was all squishy and adorable.

You stared at the wallpaper for a few moments and run your fingers over his face. You were trying to manipulate your mind into thinking that it was all a dream but in vain. Your heart sank again resulting in making your eyes moist again. You wanted to scream but you couldn't. You just lied there with your face in the pillow and cried harshly. You eventually became exhausted and cried yourself to sleep.

The next morning when you woke up you were surprised to see yourself in an unknown room at first. As few seconds passed your head cleared itself from the sleepy fog and you remembered yesterday. You decided to stay strong.

"I must have not been good enough for him. That's why he chose her instead. But he should have told me, I would have gladly accepted. His happiness is of most importance. I should let him go." You thought to yourself and smiled mildly.

After washing up you got ready to return to your apartment. You decided to tell nothing to Jimin about yesterday and also to meet that girl secretly to tell her to take care of him. May be that's the least you can do for him, you wondered. You also had to think of a way to break up with him.

You called Jimin to inform him about your arrival. You didn't want to run into that girl in your apartment, not to tell in that position again. As it was a Sunday morning Jimin was home. He sounded quite happy about your coming back. You wondered how long had he been putting up the act of being happy with you.

He pulled you into an embrace when you entered the apartment. It didn't feel like home anymore but you didn't show any expression that might rise his suspicion, you wanted to check the girl first. He treated you the same, with 'love'. He even cooked your favourite dishes for lunch. You looked at him as he chatted on about how he missed you and wondered about yesterday, "Was it all true?" Your eyes became teary again and he became conscious. "What is it y/n, why are you crying? Is everything alright? Tell me!" He pulled you into a hug.

You said, "Ah! It's nothing! I just missed you, a lot..." trying to convince him.

"You know that I am always here, right? I missed you too." Saying this he kissed you. You kissed back and deepened the kiss knowing that it might be your last one. He lifted you up bridal style and took you to the bedroom. After putting you down he went on top of you and kissed your forehead. After that he left trails of kisses all over your face and stopped on your lips. You pulled him in and deepened the kiss, you didn't want to break it though both of you became short of breath. Breaking out from the kiss he kissed your neck and bit gently, that made you leave a soft moan. You wanted him to leave a deep mark on your body so you looked at him and said, "I want the wild you, I want you to mark me!"

Jimin got the signal and devoured himself into the lust of your body. Every mark, every kiss, each thrust made you miserable thinking that it's only the last. So you chose to give it your all too. After the rough yet loving intercourse ended Jimin looked at you and asked, "What had happened to you today? You are never like this? Did you miss me that much?"

"I will." You murmured. "What?" He asked confusedly.

You wiped your tears and said, "yeah I did, a lot!" and hugged him.

You both fell asleep after that.

Your sleep got broken by a soft mumbling sound. You slightly opened your eyes and saw that the bedroom door was open and Jimin was outside talking on phone as much silently as he could. You looked at your watch and noted the time. Noticing that you had woken up Jimin kept his phone down and entered the room.

He came near you and whispered in your ear, "Hun, it's already 8pm. Wake up and get ready. We are eating out today. Hurry up." and left a kiss on your cheeks. You got out of the bed and got dressed up nicely. When Jimin entered the room after getting ready he looked at you in awe, at least tried to act to you thought. He took you by your hand to the car. The whole evening he treated you like he had all these years, like a queen. After returning both of you binge watched movies until late night. You tried to take in as much as possible of every moment.

At night after Jimin fell asleep, you took his phone and noted down the number. You had to do this as quickly as you can. As Jimin hugged you while sleeping you turned to face him. You traced your fingers along his face and asked him, "Do you even love me anymore?" Of course he didn't answer and it was not like you wanted him to answer you. You brushed off the untamed tears and tried to sleep.

Next morning as Jimin went to his office, you called the number and needless to say a girl's voice answered.

The girl: Hello! Who's this?

You: Ah! Hello! You might know me! I am Jimin's girlfriend.

The girl didn't answer right back as if she was contemplating her reply.

The girl: S-sorry, I don't know anyone named Jimin. Wrong number.

You: Wait! Please don't cut the call. I know you know him. I even know that you two are in a relationship. Which type I don't know yet but listen out me first. I mean no harm, seriously. I just want to meet you. Better if it's today and also please don't tell Jimin. It would be really good if you do that.

After a long pause she answered back.

The girl: Okay! 12 pm at Sky café.

Saying this she cut the call off. You left out a relieved sigh and thought that it's going to really end then. You looked around the apartment, at everything, at every memory and broke down into a fit of sobs while asking, "Why did you do this Chim?"

Entering the café you looked around for the girl, it was not like you know how she looked like but she knew you. She was late. You took an empty seat and ordered two cold coffees and called her. She didn't receive your call instead she sent you a SMS saying that she was on her way. After about ten minutes she entered the café and went straight up to you and took the seat opposite to yours.

"Oh! Thanks for the coffee! By the way, I am Yujin Lim. No need to introduce yourself. I know you." She chimed.

"What was she being so happy for?" You wondered.

"Yeah hi! I came here for an important matter. So I should come straight to the point." You said after crossing the first state of small doubt in your head.

You continued, "I came to know about your relationship until recently, the source should better be kept unmentioned. So do you really love Chim, I mean Jimin?"

She replied rather vaguely, "Of course I do! And it's needless to mention that he doesn't love you anymore. So I think you should better step out of this relationship. He was eventually going to kick you out though." She took a sip from the coffee and smiled crookedly at you.

You squinted your eyes at her processing what to say. You tried to interpret her by her behaviour, "Is she really good for Chim?" you wondered.

Seeing your expression Yujin smiled softly and said, "Please don't mind me. I am rather possessive of Jimin. I am glad by the way seeing that you took the first step. You are a wise woman. Don't worry, we love each other a lot. And I will take care of him."

You tried to convince yourself into believing her words. So you thanked her and drove yourself home. Wherever they met was none of your business so you didn't want to get further information about her. Talking to her more would have only increased your pain, nothing else. Their love for each other was all that mattered to you.

After reaching your apartment you fell into a deep thought as to how to say all these to him. You looked at your phone and it was already time for Jimin to return. You prepared yourself for the consequences. But things seldom go as planned.

Jimin opened the door with a thud and burst into the apartment. Looking at his face you can clearly tell that he was furious about something.

As soon as he entered he addressed you, "How dare you y/n?"

You were shocked, he never talked to you like that. You were so perplexed that you forgot to move or say anything.

"You went through my phone, didn't you? And today you met with Yujin only to harass her? Answer me y/n, how dare you? How could you? Are you so jealous of her? Yes we love each other and you can do nothing about it! You always leave me here, alone. And I can't even brag about you to my friends. She is a lot more beautiful than you are. I can always brag about her." He was practically yelling at this point.

You were baffled. "Harassed her? When? Why would she say something like that?" You thought. You tried to tell Jimin that it was all false. But he didn't listen to you, "Stop it for God's sake y/n! I am not a fool. And I believe her more than I do you. How can you slap her?" He grabbed your hands tightly.

Now he crossed his limit which made you snap, "Stop it Jimin, you are hurting me! How dare I? Listen to yourself what you are saying! I didn't do anything like that! You know me for years. And now you believe that bitch more than me?" you tried to control your shaking voice as he loosened his grip on your hands.

"Don't you dare call her a bitch!" Jimin growled and slapped you loudly.

Everything suddenly became a blank before you. You couldn't believe it. He slapped you, he raised his hands against you. The same Jimin that never even raised his voice against you. You couldn't recognise this Jimin. You were afraid of him. More than fear, grief and insult took over your soul.

"Thanks for this Chi.. Jimin. I hope you stay happy." You said almost whispering and burst out of your apartment taking your purse.

You spent the night at another hotel as you didn't want any of your friends to worry about you. It was more than you could take. Everything was a blur in front of you. You worked like a robot, getting into the taxi, booking a room, spending the whole night sitting on the bed. Before you realised it was morning already and you had made up your mind.

You washed your face and went to a nearby clothes shop to buy a new pair of office wear as you left home in pajamas. After entering your office you sighed deeply and went straight to the director's room.

"Are you sure you want to go back to Australia?" Director asked looking at you with concern.

"Yes sir! There's nothing left here. So I would like to go back as soon as possible and work there in the same department." You replied with a determined voice.

After all you decided to permanently move to Korea because of Jimin. As that reason was not yours anymore so there's no meaning of you staying here.

"Ok then! I'll finish all the procedure and you'll be able to continue your work from next month. Just sign here and you can leave for Australia the coming week." Director smiled at you.

"Sir, I have one more favor to ask from you. If Jimin ever comes here asking about me, can you please not let him know?" You asked.

"Of course! Don't worry about that. I'll cover everything. By the way, it was a pleasure having you here with us!" Director replied with a soothing voice.

"Thank you sir." You said after signing the papers and left the room.

After coming out of the office you called the moving services.

You took everything that was yours and erased off your memories from the apartment. No one could tell that you were ever there. You left a small letter for Jimin

Dear Chim,

I don't know if I am still eligible to call you by that nickname but I wanted to use it one last time. I promise that this letter won't be long, don't worry. This is the last time you'll be dealing with me. I just wanted to tell you that I am sorry. Sorry for being a bad girlfriend. If you were my old Chim then by now you'd have already told me to shut up and kissed me saying that I am the best girlfriend that one could get. But I guess that won't happen this time. I was not the girlfriend you wanted. You wanted someone who you could brag about. But Chim you could have thought that before you started dating me. Then it would have saved a heart from breaking. Ah! Leave it! What's done is done. I don't hate you, I don't know if I can ever do that. But I will try to not to love you anymore. I also wanted you to take notes of some things that only I knew. Your eye drops are on the fourth shelf of the left wall case in the bathroom. Don't forget to take the drops every evening. Never skip your breakfast, you know what happens when you do, right? But if ever you have to and you become sick then the pills are on the second drawer of the bedside table. I bought new ones. Keep them in your bag. And I talked to the maintenance uncle of this building. He will come this evening to show you the fittings on the fuse box and other electrical settings. I sorted out the things I needed to. I hope you will be now able to live in peace and love. I will try to cherish the beautiful moments I had with you in my memory. I hope you won't. Bye. Take care.

with love,

Y/n

You kept the letter on the bedside table and pulled out the diamond ring with your and Jimin's initials engraved on it from your ring finger and left it on top of the letter. You never for once removed the ring from your finger until now. Jimin gifted this ring to you on your first year anniversary and you treasured it with love. But now it was time to let it go along with the love that it symbolised.

"What do you mean by 'I want him to be happy'? He fucking cheated on you y/n! How could you let him off the hook so easily? He even slapped you! I am gonna kill that bastard! And that bloody bitch too!" Your best friend Ga-yeon shouted at you angrily.

"Just leave it Yeon! You know I don't like that! And moreover I don't want to face him anymore. I'll just leave and never return. And you are eventually going to get transferred to Australia for your job after two months! It's good to have you around." You smiled at your best friend and put a big spoon of ice cream into your mouth.

You had decided to live with your best friend until you leave for Australia. After returning to her apartment she was quite surprised to see you outside her door with all your belongings. Needless to say she had been quite furious since she heard everything from you. Knowing you she knew that Jimin was now in the hands of someone who doesn't have a decent heart. She speculated that staying in relationship with Yujin would be Jimin's perfect punishment. So she didn't persuade you further.

The next few days went in a blink as she took you to various tourist places across Korea to lighten your mood. Though there was a heavy cloud in your heart but you pushed it into a corner only not to be an emotional burden on her.

"Did you take everything? Nothing is left here? I'll not take responsibility for your left out objects in my apartment." Ga-yeon chattered on as you two were going to the airport in a taxi.

"I guess I left one thing." You replied thoughtfully.

"Oh God! What is it? Is it something important?" Ga-yeon facepalmed.

"I am leaving my best friend here." You laughed out loud.

Ga-yeon smacked you and laughed along with you, "I swear to God, you almost got me thinking here!"

You looked at her and sighed thinking, "I am leaving the most important thing here."

Before parting your ways at the airport you hugged your best friend tightly and said, "Thank you Yeon, thank you for everything."

And like that you left South Korea that was supposed to be your home. From your window you could see the city that shined brightly in the night blurring the dim hearts underneath it.

A/n: Here's a year ending gift to you all. It's specially for international ARMYs. But everyone can enjoy it. Thank you for reading. Love you all 💜💜💜

#bts #bts imagines #bts scenario #bts jimin #bts stories #jimin×reader #love story #jungkook #bts angst #mature #jungkook×reader #international armys #the stains of your love #tsoyl #bts jungkook #part 1

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mysecretfanmoments · 6 years

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au where viktor is himself but falls in love with regular guy/waiter yuuri over his socks

((HAPPY BIRTHDAY @picklestpickle!!!! I demand that you have the very best year ever!))

“You don’t understand,” Viktor told Yakov, filled with righteous passion. “I must have him.”

Yakov’s voice darkened with familiar resignation. “What do you expect me to do about it?”

Viktor didn’t answer. Instead he watched the cute waiter walk to a different table, and he caught flashes of what had so entranced him: plain brown socks with a poodle face on the front, just above the waiter’s ordinary shoes and just below the hem of the waiter’s cropped trousers. It wasn’t overstating things to say Viktor was in love. Unfortunately, the waiter seemed to be the shyest service industry person Viktor had ever stumbled across, and Viktor’s bright smile earlier---pre sock-noticing, and therefore generic---had reduced the poor guy to choking on air. Viktor might kill the man he loved, now, simply by calling him over.

But then: he might save the man he loved after nearly killing him. It would make a good story to tell their grandchildren.

“Excuse me!” Viktor said in English, hoping he struck the right note of sorry for bothering and we’re destined soulmates so in the end you’ll thank me. The waiter’s shoulders shot up, but he didn’t ignore Viktor like Viktor had secretly feared. Instead he turned and scuttled over, movements strange and unnatural with apparent nervousness. Was he crabwalking?

“Yes?” said the softest voice in the history of mankind, gently accented.

Suddenly, Viktor was struck---not just by the waiter’s socks, but by the nice face behind those square glasses looking down at him. It was flushed with colour, which had the effect of brightening his panic-stricken eyes. Viktor’s future husband was a looker, in that subdued diamond-in-the-rough way that made Viktor want to polish him.

Wow, Viktor thought, grateful for his instincts and cute socks. Amazing.

He was hit by unfamiliar nervousness himself, and smiled through it. “I love your socks,” he said.

The waiter blinked and looked down, holding out a leg like he could have forgotten the masterpieces he wore. “Ah---I---thanks.”

“And you,” Viktor added, hoping his eyes conveyed his sincerity. He started to get out of his chair to kneel. “Will you marry---”

A lot of things happened at once. First, the look on the cute waiter’s face changed from panic to horror to steely distance, and second, Yakov reached across the table to grab Viktor’s hair in his fist and keep him from kneeling. “Too much!” Yakov yelled, dragging him back up.

Viktor fell back into his seat, reeling. The cute waiter’s mouth had hardened into a line.

“Your food will be out shortly,” the waiter said, all trace of personality gone, and walked away---smoothly.

Viktor stared after him. “Yakov, what---what just happened?”

“I believe you proposed marriage to a guy whose name you don’t know.”

“Is that bad?”

Yakov covered his face. “You’ll be the death of me.”

“We’re meant to be,” Viktor insisted. “Why not just---”

“What’s gotten into you?” Yakov asked. “Are you really taking the retirement comments seriously? What happened to I don’t have time for relationships?”

Viktor supposed that maybe he’d jumped the gun a little. Just a little. But there were the socks, and the waiter’s overall cuteness, and maybe---just maybe---Viktor was looking for a way out. And it would be all the better if that way out came in the shape of a gorgeous guy who wore socks with poodle faces.

“The socks looked just like Makkachin,” Viktor said, still clinging to his earlier assurance that he’d done nothing wrong---but his heart split right down the middle when the waiter came back out with their food and maintained that distant air, not even looking at Viktor now. Viktor thanked him meekly, horrified that he’d ruined everything so quickly.

“He hates me now,” Viktor said, lip trembling.

“He thinks you were mocking him,” Yakov said, picking up his chopsticks. “Obviously.”

Viktor stared. “Me? Mock him?”

“You’re a giant Russian guy who looks like a model, you walked into Hasetsu Donburi Palace fifteen minutes ago---which does not look like Tokyo’s most popular eating establishment---spoke exclusively Russian to your coach while ogling him so he has no idea what you might be saying, and then---”

“Stop!” Viktor interrupted, mortified. The picture Yakov painted was terrible. He would not tell his grandchildren this, even if the waiter forgave him.

Oh, shit. The waiter wasn’t going to forgive him, was he?

No---he had to. Their future happiness depended on it.

Viktor ate his food with singleminded diligence, and when the waiter came back to take their plates Viktor was careful to use his most pleading eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Viktor said to the side of the waiter’s face as he cleared up dishes. “Can we talk? I made the wrong impression. You have to let me make---”

Yakov cleared his throat.

“Please let me make it up to you,” Viktor corrected himself. At last the waiter glanced at him, suspicious, and somehow suspicion looked good on him. It made him seem dark and powerful and mysterious, which in turn made Viktor feel all soft and vulnerable on the inside.

Perhaps some of Viktor’s vulnerability showed through, because the dark look shifted just a little. The waiter’s mouth pressed together.

“I can take a break in twenty minutes,” he said reluctantly. “I’ll meet you outside.”

Yes. Yes! Viktor grinned up at him. “I’ll wait!”

The waiter looked puzzled, then embarrassed---and at last he nodded before scuttling away again. Yakov and Viktor paid their bill after a short argument about what kind of message the obscene tip Viktor wanted to leave would send. They compromised: a big tip, but not I’m trying to buy your love-big.

Yakov only waved as he abandoned Viktor outside the restaurant, leaving Viktor to shift from foot to foot, hands deep in his pockets, face ducked into his scarf. It was cold enough for his breath to fog up the night air.

Eventually the waiter came out, glancing around. He seemed surprised when he spotted Viktor, and joined him slowly.

“Hello!” Viktor said, trying not to bounce too much on his feet. “May I ask---what is your name? And your---”

“You’re Viktor Nikiforov,” the waiter interrupted. It wasn’t a question.

Viktor’s eyes widened. “You know me?”

“Of course I know you.” A cautious gloved hand came out for Viktor to shake, and Viktor gripped it in both of his. He didn’t shake it---just held it---and the guy glanced away. “I’m Yuuri.”

“Yuuri,” Viktor repeated, enjoying the way the name felt in his mouth.

Yuuri’s free hand came up, not to push Viktor away but to cover his own face. “I’m dreaming. Definitely. And you’re---why are you still holding my hand?”

Viktor beat back the urge to propose marriage again. Yuuri was cute. So cute. And he knew Viktor already---that was half the work done. Viktor thought of those socks keeping Yuuri’s ankles warm. Didn’t Viktor already know what he needed to know about Yuuri, too?

Yuuri peered at Viktor’s hands holding his. “You’re not going to let go?”

“I’m not,” Viktor said, in a state of bliss.

Yuuri looked up. “You’re a serial killer, aren’t you?” His face looked sad. “I idolised a serial killer.”

Idolised? Did he mean that? Wait, no, that wasn’t the important part to respond to. Yuuri thought Viktor’s forwardness was either mocking or an intent to murder him. How could he convince him otherwise?

“Give me your phone number,” Viktor said, “and let me take you out tomorrow, when it’s day.”

Yuuri stared. “Seriously?”

Viktor thought about it. “I don’t know the area well, so it would be more you taking me around, but I’ll pay for everything, and at the end of the date I’ll---”

“Okay,” Yuuri said, surprising Viktor enough that he let go. His hands felt empty without Yuuri’s hand in them. He’d try to remember that detail, to tell their grandchildren in several decades---

“Why not,” Yuuri added, as if to himself, and pulled out his phone---which had a poodle background. Yakov would mock Viktor, Mila would mock Viktor---but Viktor fell even harder in love, and he knew it would all work out. Of course it would. He’d lost his heart to a beautiful stranger who wore doggy socks.

It was obvious they were meant to be, and now he just had to make it happen.

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY PICKLE I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS RIDICULOUS THING #with overly eager viktor ahahaha #yoi #victuri #viktuuri #my writing #my yoi #my viktuuri

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shikkearu · 6 years

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Irreplaceable Part 10: Autumn Trip

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September came and all of the leaves had turned to different shades of brown, orange, red and yellow. The colourful splendor was amplified by the suns lower projection. The days were getting shorter and it was rare to even see the sun because nearly everyday there was a thick layer of clouds just ready to rain down at any moment. But now it had been dry all week so they had decided to do yard chores. Mihawk had trimmed the bushes and cut down the dead stems of summer flowers. There were still some autumn flowers full at bloom. Even if everything in the yard was withering away, it was still beautiful to be at. Perona was in awe of Mihawks green thumb and eye for beauty she suggested that if he hadn't become a lawyer, he would have made an amazing landscape designer. But Mihawk had a look on his face, that being a lawyer wasn't really a choice. She did not dare to pry any further, Mihawk was very sensitive about his past.

Zoro was growing extremely fast. He was excellent at running now and his vocabulary had grown with quite a few words. He was exited by the rare sunny day and by the leaves that Mihawk was now raking. He picked one and pointed it towards his grandfather.

- "Pwed!" he grinned. The leaf was in fact yellow. - "No, yellow." Mihawk shook his head.

Zoro puckered his lips, looked at the leaf in his hand and pointed it towards Perona who was picking up the cut branches.

- "Pwed." - "Yellow."

Not getting the answer he wanted he picked a different color leaf and pointed it towards Perona.

- "Pwed?" - "Yes. That is red."

Zoro looked triumphant and turned to Mihawk.

- "Pwed!"

Mihawk looked pleased and took some leaves into his hands and made them rain down on Zoro. Zoro giggled and ran to Perona, who wiped the dirt off of him. By now Mihawk had finished a pile of leaves. Zoro looked at it with gleaming eyes and darted. He clumsily fell on the pile and started throwing the leaves up in the air though he couldn't get them as high as he wanted. He pouted and looked at Perona.

- "Mama."

Perona left her work to join Zoro in his game. Mihawk sighed. He knew he was going to fix the pile over and over again.

- "Don't act all grumpy. We all know you're secretly enjoying this." Perona gave Mihawk an all knowing smile. He sighed again and went back to raking, though he had a light smirk on his lips now.

----

Zoro trembled when they came back inside. They had been outside a little longer than sensible for him, but they were all having so much fun to realize the cold.

- "Not good," Perona muttered while changing him into his warm bear pajamas. "Why didn't you say something?" She pouted and gave Mihawk a cold look. - "The cold never bothered me anyway."

Perona chuckled at the reference. She hadn't thought Mihawk actually paid attention to the movies she and Zoro were watching. He always looked so bored or was reading something.

- "I have an idea. Sit down."

Mihawk sat on his armchair without a second thought. Perona placed Zoro on his lap and then placed a blanket over the two. Engulfed in warmth Zoro yawned drowsily and started to droop. Mihawk gently leaned him against his chest.

- "I am trapped. Did you even think of who would make dinner?" - "Me." Perona pointed at herself. Under Mihawks tutoring her cooking skills had gotten better. "And if it's not edible we can always order pizza. You just lay back and relax. Don't you old people need to nap anyway." Perona snickered. - "I'm not that old." - "Want me to bring your book?" - "If you won't mind. It's on my desk."

Perona cheerily went to the study. It was messy there. The beautiful thick carpet was finally laid on the floor. On it were a couple of pillows and a thick blanket. It was soft under her feet so she could understand why Mihawk would lay on it. A neat stack of old photo albums were in the mids of it all, one album was left wide open. Mihawk had been arranging photos of himself, Zoro and Perona there. There were pieces of paper where Mihawk had written a date and a small description. She chuckled at a picture of Zoro having his face in a grimace. "Zoro tasting lemons." She was happy that Mihawk had started to take pictures. She would not have even noticed to, everything had been a bit of a haze after her husband had died. How Mihawk found the time to do an album like this, she didn't know. He probably didn't sleep much during the night since he spend his free-time with her and Zoro. She carefully looked at the album cover. With glittery pastel coloured letters it had "Family - Zoro's here" written on it and Perona recognized it as one of her husbands. She looked at the other albums, which were dull brown and only had the starting and ending date written on them.

She went back to the newer album and flicked through the pages not caring if she was messing up Mihawks work. She finally found the point where Mihawk had started working on the album. Two pages had been left blank and on the third the first picture was of Mihawk changing Zoro's nappy, she had taken when they had moved in.

"Pappa reporting for duty."

Perona had been upset for Mihawk touching the album, but a warm feeling settled in her heart and she smiled. She carefully fixed what she had done and went to the desk to pick up the book. It was still full of papers and files, but the photos had been uncovered. And next to them was a new one of Perona holding Zoro.

- "Just as tacky as his son," Perona mused to herself whilst grabbing the book.

----

Mihawk looked drowsy as he was leaning back to his chair while lazily petting Zoro's head, who was fully asleep by now. Perona snuck into the room and offered Mihawk his book. He shook a bit as if woken from a deep slumber and took it.

- "What took you so long?" his voice was hoarse and he cleared his throat as quietly as he could. - "I took a look at the photo albums and forgot what I was doing."

Mihawk looked slightly surprised before rubbing the bridge of his nose.

- "It was supposed to be a surprise." - "It's good I found it like that. I might have snapped if you had just presented it to me. It made me a bit angry that you'd gone and messed with his photo album." - "Sorry. I didn't think of it that way." His voice was silent and his brows slightly burrowed. - "It's okay. It looked good. Might I suggest something, though?"

Mihawk looked at her expectantly.

- "On the blank pages that you left in between, I would like to have a picture of him, his name and the date of birth and death. As prettily done as possible." Her eyes and smile were bright and Mihawk couldn't help, but smile warmly at the sight. - "I'll do my best." - "You better," she was cheery and turned towards the kitchen. It was high time she started making the dinner. But she was stopped by Mihawk.

- "Come here."

She went back to him and leaned a bit closer. Mihawk reached towards her face and she closed her eyes. He gently touched her hair and she could feel a slight tug as if he had removed something.

- "There was a stick stuck to your hair," he said it with a blank look and offered it to Perona. "Please, dispose of it."

Perona took it and hastily went to the kitchen. She threw the stick in the bin and leaned to a counter. Her face was deep crimson, because she had thought he would touch her cheek. She pressed them a little before starting to gather the ingredients.

"Just a simple mistake, anyone could have thought that."

She shivered at the thought. No one would make such conclusion. She must have been slightly confused because Mihawk and his son were so much alike. He would have just reached for her to pick something off or pet her cheek. He would always laugh if she closed her eyes and expected a caress.

"Did you think- Oh you silly little thing. Let me pet your cheek since you want me to."

She blushed at the memory and gently touched her cheek remembering how warm his hands were and how loving that smile was. And she became angry at herself.

She had feelings like that only towards her husband, definitely not towards Mihawk. Her husband had been dead for less than three months. She couldn't move on this fast. She wont! Only thing she could be feeling for Mihawk was familial love. She was not into him in the slightest. The emotions after seeing him continue the album were just mixing her up. Nothing else.

Angrily she started on making the food. It came out edible, but she was still miffed by the odd moment. She went to Mihawk to tell him dinner was ready. He was fast asleep, but Zoro in his arms wasn't. He was playing with Mihawks book and just before he could rip a page, Perona took him into her arms. Mihawk didn't wake up, just adjusted his position. He sighed deep and Peronas heart fluttered.

- "So cute," she let out an adoring sigh, but quickly got annoyed at her own reaction. She started poking Mihawks cheek in a rough manner. Zoro tried to mimic, but because he couldn't reach Mihawks cheek he settled onto poking Peronas which made her poke Mihawks with more fury. He quickly opened his eyes and gave her an annoyed glare.

- "Dinner is ready, old man," she announced, but didn't stop her assault. Finally frustrated Mihawk pushed her hand aside. The more this girl regained her old self the more capricious she seemed to become. She was loud, headstrong when she wanted, annoying, but never obnoxious. And she was sweet, kind and still more hurt than she let on. He liked all those things about her.

Zoro giggled happily. He found Mihawks annoyed look hilarious. And Mihawk liked Zoro a lot too. Very different from his father and very much like his mother, or maybe he's the perfect mix of both.

Mihawk was genuinely exited to see these children grow and flourish.

----

- "I think it's about time." Mihawk looked thoughtful and leaned into his hand. - "To do what?" Perona directed her attention towards him and not the futile battle of keeping Zoros food from going all over the place. Zoro was determined to eat by himself no matter what.

- "Visit his grave," he said gravely as if it was the most hardest thing to suggest. - "Do you really want to?" She was concerned because Mihawk didn't usually sound so forced. - "I haven't been there since the funeral. Somehow the thought of it feels hard." - "Same," she agreed quietly.

Zoro sensed the sudden downswing of the mood and looked extremely worried. - "Mama?"

Perona chuckled and wiped some food off of his chin. - "Want me to spoon your food?" - "No," Zoro cheered. He was pleased to have lifted her mood again. - "Hey, let's take some flowers from the yard. He would like that."

Mihawk nodded. It had been decided.

----

It was a cold day. So they had dressed accordingly, though Perona wished she could have worn something super nice instead of her bright red jacket and black jeans. To show off to her husband how well she was doing right now. Well, at least how much better it was now than a month back. Mihawk was wearing a knee length black jacket and his amazing hat, though anyone with normal sense of style would say it looked weird, but Perona appreciated his choice of style. Zoro had a tiger jumpsuit on that was obviously getting too small for him, a painful reminder that time did indeed move forward. Her husband had liked it on him a lot so she wanted Zoro to wear it as long as it would be possible.

They walked through the cemetery. It was positioned near water and was a very scenic place to be at any time of the year. The light played between the trees and there was a little bit of fog. It seemed near magical there. Perona carried a bouquet she had hand picked herself from Mihawks yard. She felt good coming to a cemetery, even if it was to see her husbands grave. It was her sort of aesthetic and it was a very beautiful day.

Mihawk was pushing Zoro's stroller a little bit behind. Both of them were slightly enthralled by her. For Mihawk her cheery skipping and all the colours felt out of place, but in a sort of good way. Zoro just liked the way her hair bounced with each step.

But the closer to the grave they got the more her speed went down and steps got heavier. It was nice shadowy place and the red granite stone shone beautiful, it's colour contrasting with the golden letters of his name. There were some withered flowers, that Perona picked up in her free hand. Mihawk lifted Zoro off of his stroller. He was eager to stretch out, but the mood of the two adults made him halt. He was better at reading the situations now and something told him that now was important to be calm. Mihawk was squatting behind him ready to catch him if he did decide to make a run for it. Perona crouched next to them and placed the fresh bouquet on the grave. Zoro took a couple of careful steps and gave the flowers an assuring pat. Mihawk petted his head, making Zoro smile. They stayed like that in silence. The autumn wind blew cold and the aspen leaves rustled. But soon Zoro grew restless and grabbed onto his mother and tried shaking her. Perona smiled weakly and hugged him, though he answered with an anxious grunt.

- "I wish that where ever he is now, it's peaceful like this." She rose with Zoro in her arms.

Mihawk stayed down and wiped the smooth surface of the stone. A heavy sigh and his shoulders slumped. Perona couldn't see his face because of his hat, but she had a pretty good idea what he was thinking about. She put Zoro back into his stroller and crouched next to him, before looking at him.

- "He always talked very highly of you. He never seemed to resent you for being away so much. I didn't understand why back then, but I do now. He was an adult, capable of taking care of himself and being able to live your own life didn't make you a bad father. You did your best and it was good enough."

Mihawk looked back at her and Perona swallowed in surprise to see him so sad. Mihawk had never been so openly showing his feelings. His grieving face was filled with gentle softness. Her heart filled with empathy for the man, but before she could say anything more Mihawk smiled somewhat bitter though he did not mean to.

- "Thank you." He rose and started pushing Zoro. "Lets go do something fun."

Perona quickly followed, but got soon left behind. Mihawk turned to see what was taking her so long. Her gaze was on the ground and she shook with her hands clenched into tight fists. Finally she threw the old flowers on the ground and stomped on them, letting her frustration show.

- "I hate him. To suddenly vanish like that and leave us behind. He's so selfish. And not a sign to show that he is in anyway here. I hate him, hate him, hate him!"

Now big tears were rolling down her face. She tried to wipe them off, but new ones kept emerging. Mihawk left Zoro and walked back to Perona.

- "I never want to fall in love again!" She whimpered. - "Then don't."

She looked at him with round eyes. He took her hand and looked back at her.

- "The only ones you need to love are Zoro and yourself. No one else."

She looked at him in surprise and then laughed.

- "Horo horo! I'll love Moria too and Cindry and Absa." She had a smug smile. "I'll even love you a little bit." All Mihawk did to reply was smile gently.

They walked back to Zoro, who was wiggling in his stroller, anxious to get away. Perona kneeled to him and he looked at her angrily, little bit of snot dripping down his nose.

- "Horo horo horo! I'll definitely love you the most."

#one piece #perona #mihawk #MihawkxPerona #mihopero #dracule mihawk #ミホペロ #Irreplaceable #fanfic

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mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl · 6 years

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Bared To Him -Seungri PT.3

Genre:Smut/Angst/Fluff

Rated:NC-17

Word count 4,119

PT.2

"There's no way your mom and Her Husband are going to let you come out here at night multiple times a week," Hae said, hugging his stylish denim jacket around him even though it wasn't more than slightly chilly. The converted warehouse Parker Smith used as his studio was a brick-faced building in a formerly industrial area of Brooklyn presently struggling to revitalize. The space was vast, and the massive metal delivery-bay doors offered no exterior clue as to what was taking place inside. Hae and I sat in aluminum bleachers, watching a half-dozen combatants on the mats below. "Ouch." I winced in sympathy as a guy took a kick to the groin. Even with padding, that had to sting. "How's Johns going to find out, Hae?" "Because you'll be in the hospital?" He glanced at me. "Seriously. Krav Maga is brutal. They're just sparring and it's full contact. And even if the bruises don't give you away, your stepdad will find out somehow. He always does." "Because of my mom; she tells him everything. But I'm not telling her about this."

"Why not?" "She won't understand. She'll think I want to protect myself because of what happened, and she'll feel guilty and give me grief about it. She won't believe my main interest is exercise and stress relief." I propped my chin on my palm and watched Parker take the floor with a woman. He was a good instructor. Patient and thorough, and he explained things in an easy to understand way. His studio was in a rough neighborhood, but I thought it suited what he was teaching. It didn't get more "reality based" than a big, empty warehouse. "That Parker guy is really hot," Hae murmured. "He's also wearing a wedding band." "I noticed. The good ones always get snatched up quick." Parker joined us after the class was over, his dark eyes bright and his smile brighter. "What'd ya think, Y/N?" "Where do I sign up?" His sexy smile made Hae reach over and squeeze the blood out of my hand. "Step this way." Friday started out awesome. Mark walked me through the process of collecting information for an RFP, and he told me a little more about Seunghyun’s Industries and Lee Seung Hyun, pointing out that he and Lee were the same age. "I have to remind myself of that," Mark said. "It's easy to forget he's so young when he's right in front of you." "Yes," I agreed, secretly disappointed that I wouldn't see Lee for the next two days. As much as I told myself it didn't matter, I was bummed. I hadn't realized I'd been excited by the possibility that we might run into each other until that possibility was gone. It was just such a rush being near him. Plus he was a hell of a lot of fun to look at. I had nothing nearly as exciting planned for the weekend. I was taking notes in Mark's office when I heard my desk phone ringing. Excusing myself, I rushed over to catch it. "Mark Garrity's office - " "Y/N love. How are you?" I sank into my chair at the sound of my stepfather's voice. Johns always sounded like old money to me - cultured, entitled, and arrogant. "Johns. Is everything okay? Is Mom all right?" "Yes. Everything's fine. Your mother is wonderful, as always." His tone softened when he spoke of his wife and I was grateful for that. I was grateful to him for a lot of things actually, but it was sometimes hard to balance that against my feelings of disloyalty. I knew my dad was self-conscious about the massive differences in their income brackets. "Good," I said, relieved. "I'm glad. Did you and Mom receive my thank-you note for the dress and Cary's tuxedo?" "Yes, and it was thoughtful of you, but you know we don't expect you to thank us for such things. Excuse me a moment." He spoke to someone, most likely his secretary. "Y/N love, I'd like us to get together for lunch today. I'll send Clancy around to collect you." "Today? But we'll be seeing each other tomorrow night. Can't it wait until then?" "No, it should be today." "But I only get an hour for lunch." A tap on my shoulder turned me around to find Mark standing by my cubicle. "Take two," he whispered. "You earned it." I sighed and mouthed a thank you. "Will twelve o'clock work, Johns?" "Perfectly. I look forward to seeing you." I had no reason to look forward to private meetings with Johns, but I dutifully left just before noon and found a town car waiting for me, idling at the curb. Clancy, Johns's driver and body guard, opened the door for me as I greeted him. Then he slid behind the wheel and drove me downtown. By twenty after the hour, I was sitting at a conference table in Stanton's offices, eyeing a beautifully catered lunch for two. John came in shortly after my arrival, looking dapper and distinguished. His hair was pure white, his face lined but still very handsome. His eyes were the color of worn blue denim, and they were sharp with intelligence. He was trim and athletic, taking the time out of his busy days to stay fit even before he'd married his trophy wife - my mom. I stood as he approached, and he bent to kiss my cheek. "You look lovely, Y/N." "Thank you." I looked like my mom, who was also a natural blonde. But my Y/E/C eyes came from my dad. Taking a chair at the head of the table, John was aware that the requisite backdrop of the New York skyline was behind him and he took advantage of its impressiveness. "Eat," he said, with the command so easily wielded by all men of power. Men like Lee Seunghyun. Had John been as driven at Lee's age? I picked up my fork and started in on a chicken, cranberry, walnut, and feta salad. It was delicious, and I was hungry. I was glad Stanton didn't start talking right away so I could enjoy the meal, but the reprieve didn't last long. "Y/N love, I wanted to discuss your interest in Krav Maga." I froze. "Excuse me?" John took a sip of iced water and leaned back, his jaw taking on the rigidity that warned me I wouldn't like what he was about to say. "Your mother was quite distraught last night when you went to that studio in Brooklyn. It took some time to calm her down and to assure her that I could make arrangements for you to pursue your interests in a safe manner. She doesn't want - " "Wait." I set my fork down carefully, my appetite gone. "How did she know where I was?" "She tracked your cell phone." "No way," I breathed, deflating into my seat. The casualness of his reply, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, made me feel ill. My stomach churned, suddenly more interested in rejecting my lunch than digesting it. "That's why she insisted I use one of your company phones. It had nothing to do with saving me money." "Of course that was part of it. But it also gives her peace of mind." "Peace of mind? To spy on her grown daughter? It's not healthy, John. You've got to see that. Is she still seeing Dr. Petersen?" He had the grace to look uncomfortable. "Yes, of course." "Is she telling him what she's doing?" "I don't know," he said stiffly. "That's Monica's private business. I don't interfere." No, he didn't. He coddled her. Indulged her. Spoiled her. And allowed her obsession with my safety to run wild. "She has to let it go. I've let it go." "You were an innocent, Y/N. She feels guilty for not protecting you. We need to give her a little latitude." "Latitude? She's a stalker!" My mind spun. How could my mom invade my privacy like that? Why would she? She was driving herself crazy, and me along with her. "This has to stop." "It's an easy fix. I've already spoken with Clancy. He'll drive you when you need to venture into Brooklyn. Everything's been arranged. This will be much more convenient for you." "Don't try to twist this around to being for my benefit." My eyes stung and my throat burned with unshed tears of frustration. I hated the way he talked about Brooklyn like it was a third-world country. "I'm a grown woman. I make my own decisions. It's the goddamn law!" "Don't take that tone with me, Y/N. I'm simply looking after your mother. And you." I pushed back from the table. "You're enabling her. You're keeping her sick, and you're making me sick, too." "Sit down. You need to eat. Monica worries that you're not eating healthy enough." "She worries about everything, John. That's the problem." I dropped my napkin on the table. "I have to get back to work." I turned away, striding toward the door to get out as quickly as possible. I retrieved my purse from John's secretary and left my cell phone on her desk. Clancy, who had been waiting for me in the reception area, followed me, and I knew better than to try and blow him off. He didn't take orders from anyone but John. Clancy drove me back up to midtown, while I stewed in the backseat. I could bitch all I wanted, but in the end I wasn't any better than John because I was going to give in. I was going to cave and let my mom have her way, because it hurt my heart to think of her suffering any more than she already did. She was so emotional and fragile, and she loved me to the point of being crazy about it. My mood was still dark when I got back to the Seunghyun’s Company. As Clancy pulled away from the curb, I stood on the crowded sidewalk and looked up and down the busy street for either a drugstore where I could get some chocolate or a cellular store where I could pick up a new phone. I ended up walking around the block and buying a half-dozen candy bars at a Duane Reade on the corner before heading back to the Seunghyun’s Company. I'd been gone just about an hour, but I wasn't going to use the extra time Mark had given me. I needed work to distract me from my crazy-assed family. As I caught an empty elevator car, I ripped open a bar and bit viciously into it. I was making strides toward filling my self-imposed chocolate quota before I hit the twentieth floor when the car stopped on the fourth. I appreciated the added time the stop gave me to enjoy the comfort of dark chocolate and caramel melting over my tongue. The doors slid apart, and revealed Lee Seung Hyun talking with two other gentlemen. As usual, I lost my breath at the sight of him, which reignited my fading irritation. Why did he have that effect on me? When was I going to become immune to his hotness? He glanced over and his lips curved into a slow, heart-stopping smile when he saw me. Great. Just my crappy luck. I'd become some kind of challenge. Lee's smile faded into a frown. "We'll finish this later," he murmured to his companions without looking away from me. Stepping into the car, he lifted a hand to discourage them from following him. They blinked in surprise, glancing at me, then Lee, and then back again. I stepped out, deciding it would be safer for my sanity to take a different car up. "Not so fast, Y/N." Lee caught me by the elbow and tugged me back. The doors shut and the elevator glided smoothly into motion. "What are you doing?" I snapped. After dealing with John, the last thing I needed was another domineering male trying to push me around. Lee caught me by the upper arms and searched my face with that vivid blue gaze. "Something's wrong. What is it?" The now-familiar electricity crackled to life between us, the pull made fiercer by my temper. "You." "Me?" His thumbs stroked over my shoulders. Releasing me, he withdrew a lone key from his pocket and plugged it into the panel. All the lights cleared except for the one for the top floor. He wore black again, with fine gray pinstripes. Seeing him from the back was a revelation. His shoulders were nicely broad without being bulky, emphasizing his lean waist and long legs. The silky strands of hair falling over his collar tempted me to clench them and pull. Hard. I wanted him as pissy as I was. I wanted a fight. "I'm not in the mood for you now, Mr. Lee." He watched the antique-style needle above the doors mark the passing floors. "I can get you in the mood." "I'm not interested." Lee glanced over his shoulder at me. His shirt and tie were both the same awesome cerulean as his irises. The effect was striking. "No lies, Y/N. Ever." "That's not a lie. So what if I'm attracted to you? I expect most women are." Wrapping up what was left of my candy bar, I shoved it back into the shopping bag I'd tucked into my purse. I didn't need chocolate when I was sharing air with Lee Seung Hyun. "But I'm not interested in doing anything about it." He faced me then, turning in a leisurely pivot, that ghost of a smile softening his sinful mouth. His ease and unconcern aggravated me further. "Attraction is too tame a word for" - he gestured at the space between us - "this." "Call me crazy, but I have to actually like someone before I get naked and sweaty with them." "Not crazy," he said. "But I don't have the time or the inclination to date." "That makes two of us. Glad we got that cleared up." He stepped closer, his hand lifting to my face. I forced myself not to move away or give him the satisfaction of seeing me intimidated. His thumb brushed over the corner of my mouth; then lifted to his own. He sucked on the pad and purred, "Chocolate and you. Delicious." A shiver moved through me, followed by a heated ache between my legs as I imagined licking chocolate off his lethally sexy body. His gaze darkened and his voice lowered intimately. "Romance isn't in my repertoire, Y/N. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you." The car slowed to a halt. He withdrew the key from the panel and the doors opened. I backed into the corner and shooed him out with a flick of my wrist. "I'm really not interested." "We'll discuss." Lee caught me by the elbow and gently, but insistently, urged me out. I went along because I liked the charge I got from being around him and because I was curious to see what he had to say when afforded more than five minutes of my time. He was buzzed through the security door so quickly there was no need for him to break stride. The pretty redhead at the reception desk pushed hastily to her feet, about to impart some information until he shook his head impatiently. Her mouth snapped shut and she stared at me as we passed at a brisk pace, her eyes wide. The walk to Lee's office was mercifully short. His secretary stood when he saw his boss's approach, but remained silent when he noted that Lee wasn't alone. "Hold my calls, Kang," Lee said, steering me into his office through the open glass double doors. Despite my irritation, I couldn't help but be impressed with Lee Seung Hyun's spacious command center. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city on two sides, while a wall of glass faced the rest of the office space. The one opaque wall opposite the massive desk was covered in flat screens streaming news channels from around the world. There were three distinct seating areas, each one larger than Mark's entire office, and a bar that showcased jeweled crystal decanters, which provided the only spots of color in a palette that was otherwise black, gray, and white. Lee hit a button on his desk that closed the doors; then another that instantly frosted the clear glass wall, effectively shielding us from the view of his employees. With the beautiful sapphire-hued reflective film on the exterior windows, privacy was assured. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on a chrome coatrack. Then he returned to where I'd remained standing just inside the doors. "Something to drink, Y/N?" "No, thank you." Damn it. He was even yummier in just the vest. I could better see how fit he was. How strong his shoulders were. How beautifully his biceps and ass flexed as he moved. He gestured toward a black leather sofa. "Have a seat." "I have to go back to work." "And I have a meeting at two. The sooner we work this out, the sooner we can both get back to business. Now, sit down." "What do you think we're going to work out?" Sighing, he scooped me up like a bride and carried me over to the sofa. He dropped me on my butt; then sat next to me. "Your objections. It's time to discuss what it's going to take to get you beneath me." "A miracle." I pushed back from him, widening the space between us. I tugged at the hem of my emerald green skirt, wishing I'd worn pants instead. "I find your approach crude and offensive." And a major turn-on, but I was never going to admit it. He contemplated me with narrowed eyes. "It may be blunt, but it's honest. You don't strike me as the kind of woman who wants bullshit and flattery instead of the truth." "What I want is to be seen as having more to offer than an inflatable sex doll." Lee's brows shot up. "Well, then." "Are we done?" I stood. Wrapping my wrist with his fingers, he pulled me back down. "Hardly. We've established some talking points: We have an intense sexual attraction and neither of us wants to date. So what do you want - exactly? Seduction, Y/N? Do you want to be seduced?" I was equally fascinated and appalled by the conversation. And, yes, tempted. It was hard not to be while faced with such a gorgeous, virile male so determined to get hot and sweaty with me. Still, the dismay won out. "Sex that's planned like a business transaction is a turnoff for me." "Establishing parameters in the beginning makes it less likely that there'll be exaggerated expectations and disappointment at the conclusion." "Are you kidding?" I scowled. "Listen to yourself. Why even call it a fuck? Why not be clear and call it a seminal emission in a preapproved orifice?" He pissed me off by throwing his head back and laughing. The full, throaty sound flowed over me like a rush of warm water. My awareness of him heightened to a physically painful degree. His earthy amusement made him less sex god and more human. Flesh and blood. Real. I pushed to my feet and backed out of reach. "Casual sex doesn't have to include wine and roses, but for God's sake, whatever else it is, sex should be personal. Friendly even. With mutual respect at the very least." His humor fled as he stood, his eyes darkening. "There are no mixed signals in my private affairs. You want me to blur that line. I can't think of a good reason to." "I don't want you to do jack shit, besides let me get back to work." I strode to the door and yanked on the handle, cursing softly when it didn't budge. "Let me out, Lee." I felt him come up behind me. His palms pressed flat to the glass on either side of my shoulders, caging me in. I couldn't think of my own self-preservation when he was so close. The strength and demand of his will exuded an almost tangible force field. When he stepped close enough, it surrounded me, closing me in with him. Everything outside of that bubble ceased to exist, while inside it my entire body strained toward his. That he had such a profound, visceral effect on me while being so damn irritating had my mind spinning. How could I be so turned on by a man whose words should've turned me completely off? "Turn around, Y/N." My eyes closed against the surge of arousal I felt at his authoritative tone. God, he smelled good. His powerful frame radiated heat and hunger, spurring my own wild desire for him. The uncontrollable response was intensified by my lingering frustration with John and my more recent aggravation with Lee himself. I wanted him. Bad. But he was no good for me. Honestly, I could screw up my life on my own. I didn't need any help. My flushed forehead touched the air-conditioned glass. "Let it go, Lee." "I am. You're too much trouble." His lips brushed behind my ear. One of his hands pressed flat to my stomach, the fingers splaying to urge me back against him. He was as aroused as I was, his cock hard and thick against my lower back. "Turn around and say good-bye." Disappointed and regretful, I turned in his grip, sagging against the door to cool my heated back. He was curved over me, his luxurious hair framing his beautiful face, his forearm propped against the door to bring him closer. I had almost no room to breathe. The hand he'd had at my waist was now resting on the curve of my hip, tightening reflexively and driving me mad. He stared, his gaze searingly intense. "Kiss me," he said hoarsely. "Give me that much." Panting softly, I licked my dry lips. He groaned, tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over mine. I was shocked by how soft his firm lips were and the gentleness of the pressure he exerted. I sighed and his tongue dipped inside, tasting me in long leisurely licks. His kiss was confident, skilled, and just the right side of aggressive to turn me on wildly. I distantly registered my purse hitting the floor; then my hands were in his hair. I pulled on the silky strands, using them to direct his mouth over mine. He growled, deepening the kiss, stroking my tongue with lush slides of his own. I felt the raging beat of his heart against my chest, proof that he wasn't just a hopeless ideal conjured by my fevered imagination. He pushed away from the door. Cupping the back of my head and the curve of my buttocks, he lifted me off my feet. "I want you, y/n. Trouble or not, I can't stop." I was pressed full-body against him, achingly aware of every hot, hard inch of him. I kissed him back as if I could eat him alive. My skin was damp and too sensitive, my breasts heavy and tender. My clit throbbed for attention, pounding along with my raging heartbeat. I was vaguely aware of movement, and then the couch was against my back. Lee was levered over me with one knee on the cushion and the other foot on the floor. His left arm supported his torso while his right hand gripped the back of my knee, sliding upward along my thigh in a firmly possessive glide. His breath hissed out when he reached the point where my garter clipped to the top of my silk stocking. He tore his gaze away from mine and looked down, pushing my skirt higher to bare me from the waist down. "Jesus, Y/N." A low rumble vibrated in his chest, the primitive sound sending goose bumps racing across my skin. "Your boss is damned lucky he's gay." In a daze, I watched Lee's body lower to mine, my legs sliding apart to accommodate the width of his hips. My muscles strained with the urge to lift toward him, to hasten the contact between us that I'd been craving since I first laid eyes on him. Lowering his head, he took my mouth again, bruising my lips with a fine edge of violence. Abruptly, he yanked himself away, stumbling to his feet. I lay there gasping and wet, so willing and ready. Then I realized why he'd reacted so fiercely. Someone was behind him.

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My One True Omega

Wincest Writing Challenge: November 2017 @wincestytypeoflove vs @wincensfw Prompt: Strength (Tarot Cards) Rating: Teen | Wordcount: 3k+ | Round 14 Tags: Unrelated Wincest, Pinning Sam Winchester, Unrequited Love, A/B/O Dynamics, Moment of Destiel, Arranged Marriage, Love at First Sight, @wincestwritingchallenge Summary: Sam’s loved Dean ever since he first saw him. He just want’s his love reciprocated.

Dean woke with a groan, long warm arms around his waist and a needy nose poking his shoulder. He spared a glance at the pair of eyes gazing at him in adoration and sighed, shaking off the cuddly omega.

“Morning, Dean,” Sam said brightly, warm hands rubbing the crooks of Dean’s back. Dean grunted in greeting and pushed the omega more firmly away, getting up. He padded to the kitchen in only his boxers, Sam following behind him talking about something unimportant to Dean.

He fixed his morning coffee, per usual, as Sam puttered around the cooking space and started on breakfast. Dean rubbed his temples, a headache forming at the constant chatter. He remembered a point in time when he thought it was kinda cute but now? Dean could barely stand it.

“Here ya go!” Sam said cheerily, placing down a plate of eggs, toast, cheese, bacon, salami and a small bowl of fruit.

“Sam,” Dean growled. “I don’t eat fruit so stop giving it to me.”

“You need it so shut up and eat,” Sam snorted, popping a grape in his mouth. They had this argument every morning and while tiring, Sam secretly loved it. He could pretend that Dean actually loved him and that this was a sleepy lover’s quarrel. Of course, that wasn’t what it was in all honesty.

Dean didn’t love Sam, it was clear as day that the alpha wouldn’t have chosen Sam for a mate if he thought he had a better choice. Sam, however, was deeply in love with Dean, with his green eyes and adorable freckles. He felt safe around the alpha and would do anything for him. They hadn’t officially mated, Dean putting off actually knotting him but Sam relished in whatever closeness he could get with Dean.

And when he saw Dean had finished his food, including the fruit cup, he called it a win.

—- —- —-

Dean watched the older omega a few seats away with a sad sigh. Castiel Novak was the most gorgeous omega Dean had ever laid eyes on. His scent drove Dean crazy along with his cute little head tilt when he was confused and messy hair plus the brightest pair of blue eyes Dean had ever seen. He wanted Cas so bad but he was stuck with Sam. Dean glanced at the younger omega next to him and wrinkled his nose. Sam didn’t smell bad, he just wasn’t what Dean wanted or needed.

Sam easily hid the hurt he felt whenever Dean’s eyes strayed. He knew he wasn’t who Dean wanted but the alpha could try to at least be less obvious. The thing is, Dean’s father arranged a marriage between them, because the Campbell heir needed a mate. Both were reasonably upset at first, though the omega sometimes thinks Dean is still upset, but then Sam had fallen head over heels for Dean. The Alpha, however, never made an effort like Sam did. They’d been together for four years and Sam was honestly getting a little tired of the rejection and the hate.

Seeing his friends with their perfect mates and swollen with pups was hard when he was downright miserable trying to keep his alpha happy. The thoughts made Sam want to cry but he never dared in front of Dean in fear the alpha would tease him or berate him.

Sam pushed the depression away, focusing back on the paper he was supposedly reading and grimaced.

“This new Alpha leader is shitty at doing his job.”

Dean looked at him with barely concealed annoyance. Omega’s were supposed to be seen, not heard.

“He’s trying to make arranged marriages a law instead of just pack traditions,” Sam elaborated.

Dean snorted and rolled his eyes, “That’s just the way things are. Best to make it official before controversy breaks out.”

“I’d rather marry for love,” Sam said lightly, even though that’s what he did.

“Yeah, me too,” Dean said, turning back to stare at Cas.

Sam just pushed the tears back because he was fine. He always was.

— —- —–

While Sam and Dean weren’t close, sex between them was amazing. Dean was always rough with Sam, pounding into his hole until the omega was weeping both from his eyes and from his cock. Sam wasn’t one who normally enjoyed rough sex but with Dean, Sam felt like he could take anything.

Sam cried and whimpered, calling Dean’s name. He knows Dean doesn’t like it very much when he’s loud. Sam wasn’t supposed to speak. He wouldn’t call what they do making love but there was definitely that spark of connection between them.

Usually a bond between two mates was strong, you could feel it ripple beneath your skin since it is a part of you. But, Sam barely felt a twinge of their bond unless Dean was mad or during sex. So, Sam relished in what little he had with Dean. Call him clingy but he wanted Dean and Sam wished the feelings were reciprocated. When they finished, both reaching a release, Sam rolled so he was curled on Dean’s chest. The Alpha sighed but didn’t move or make any other attempt to touch Sam.

And it really, really fucking hurt.

—–

Sam was honestly tired of being unwanted, especially so openly. Gabriel, Castiel’s alpha brother who once tried courting Sam, hated how the pretty omega was being treated. He and Dean didn’t get along at all because of that. Gabriel hated how Sam was treated and hated how Dean made the omega feel so worthless. He couldn’t let the alpha near his little brother either if he could help it, but Cas made his own decisions if proven beneficial.

“You deserve better,” Gabe would say, golden eyes worried and sad.

Sam would smile and nod, “I know. But, I need him.”

And the subject would be dropped.

——

Jealousy pulled through Dean as he watched Balthazar openly flirt with Castiel. The omega took the compliments perfectly, head held high and a shy smile on his face along with a pink blush. It made Dean’s skin crawl. He wanted to be the one that brought Cas great joy.

Last time he spoke with the omega, he flirted consistently. Until, Castiel stopped him, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t you already have an omega?”

“We never mated but technically yes,” Dean sighed honestly. Castiel had hummed but no longer responded to Dean’s flirting like before.

Just another way Sam ruined his life.

It wasn’t Sam’s fault, Dean knew. He was just taking his anger out on the omega. Sam was an okay guy, super sweet and smart. But he wasn’t like any normal omega and that’s what Dean wanted. Sam was tall instead of small and lean. Sam formed his own opinions and spoke his mind about everything, even ice cream flavors. He ate burgers with Dean and drank beer instead of apple juice and fruits (though Sam did love forcing an occasional salad).

A hand intertwining with his own caught Dean’s attention. He glanced at Sam, ready to snap and ask why the hell they were suddenly holding hands when he saw what Sam was looking at. An alpha named Jody and her little beta mate, Donna. In her arms was an adorable blonde-haired baby that they had just had three months ago. Dean felt a slight pang for Sam who obviously ached for a family but was stuck with Dean. He let Sam hold his hand and gave it a slight squeeze.

Sam looked at Dean in surprise, looking like he was expecting a reprimand. Dean rolled his eyes and turned his gaze back to Cas who he found was staring at him curiously. Dean dropped Sam’s hand as if it were fire and smiled charmingly at Castiel. He didn’t notice Sam’s hurt, resigned expression like Cas did.

They had come home that evening, Dean in a sour mood per usual when his flirting with Castiel didn’t go as planned. Sam just looked tired, done.

“Dean,” Sam asked, getting his Alpha’s attention.

“What?”

“Are we ever gonna mate?”

“Excuse me?” Dean raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

“I see all these omegas or betas with their mates, happily mated and forming a family and I’m just wondering―”

“Sam, you do know that we are never gonna do that, right?” Dean asked carefully, ignoring Sam’s crestfallen look. “I’m never gonna knot you. Look, I get it, seeing everyone with kids and stuff and you not having any but seriously? Can you honestly see us together?”

“Yes,” Sam said softly.

“Well, I can’t.”

“Cause all you see is Castiel.”

Dean heard the bitterness in his voice and grimaced.

“I don’t love you, Sam,” Dean was getting frustrated. “So, I’m not gonna mate with you.” “That’s it then?” Sam snapped. “Just-Just pining after an omega who doesn’t want you when there is someone right here who would die for you to give them an ounce of the attention you bestow on Cas!”

“Shut the hell up!” Dean growled.

“I want to be your mate, Dean! We have a bond but you won’t let it grow because you want Castiel. Well, I want you Dean!”

“I don’t want you, Sam, and I never will.”

“What can I do?!”

“You can leave!” Dean shouted. “You can just get out of my fucking life! I never wanted to be married to you, I never wanted you as my bond mate and I never wanted to spend my life with you! Just get out and don’t come back!”

He was panting, the tension clearing up and Dean got a good look at the omega. Sam’s eyes were watering, a crushed resigned look on his face. He looked like someone ripped out his heart and trampled on it and that’s pretty much what happened.

Sam tuned and walked away from Dean, into their bedroom. Dean stayed where he was, guilt twisting his stomach. Sam returned with a black backpack and headed to the door, eyes blank, losing the life that was always filled in them.

“I hope you get who you want, Dean,” Sam said gently as he walked out the door, placing something in Dean’s hand.

Dean took a breath, turning and watching his husband of four years walk out the door. He looked down in his hand and felt his heart ache as he rolled around the wedding ring he gave Sam that night, four years ago. Dean took a breath and walked to their (now his) room and flopped on the bed, rubbing his eyes.

——–

The first few nights without Sam was torture. Absolute torture. He couldn’t sleep without imagining that warm body invading his personal space and flopping on him.

At first, Dean played it off as missing the sex because it honestly was amazing but it turned into more. Dean hated having that big bed all to himself. He laid there, eyes tracing the ceiling, mind on overdrive.

Where was Sam now? Was he okay? Did he find somewhere to stay for the night?

The questions wouldn’t leave him alone and Dean worried himself for three days straight before knowing he needed to make his move and get a distraction.

——–

“Castiel?” Dean got the omega’s attention. Those gorgeous blue eyes that had once caught Dean’s attention were no match for Sam’s ever-changing orbs, but Dean pushed that thought away. He’s never noticed them before, why should they matter now?

“Dean,” He greeted in his low voice. Dean found himself suddenly wishing for a slightly higher one with a mischievously defiant tone. “Can I help you?”

“I wish to court you, Cas. I have been wanting to since we first met. Will you except me and become my mate?”

Castiel looked at Dean unblinkingly for a second, eyes slightly narrowed. “What about Samuel?”

“He…He left,” Dean admitted. God, it wasn’t supposed to hurt. He should be happy the cheeky loveable omega was gone.

Castiel continued staring before giving a swift nod. “Then yes, courting me would be adequate.”

Dean beamed happily, kissing the back of Castiel’s hand. This is what he’d been waiting for since he first laid eyes on the older omega. And while he was happy, Dean couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.

——–

Courting Castiel was…not what Dean expected. The omega had a schedule to keep, always up at a certain time. The omega didn’t want to stay in bed and cuddle in the morning like Dean had grown used too. Dean found himself longing for a warm body to curl into, for cold toes to press against his thighs and soft whispers of comfort that always managed to awaken Dean, those soft pink petal lips brushing against his temple until Dean pushed him away. Castiel made Dean a breakfast of eggs, meats, breads, cheeses, and not a hint of fruit, just like Dean wanted. Castiel, however, had a little bowl of strawberries and blueberries, and never once tried stealing from Deans bowl like Sam was so fond of doing.

Dean found himself longing for a small bowl of grapes and kiwi.

Castiel also didn’t have any views, he just agreed to Dean’s stand points like a good little omega. Dean, though acting like he hated it, loved when Sam argued his beliefs with Dean, always keeping the alpha on his toes. Castiel, on the other hand, quietly agreed with Dean like how old tradition said. Omegas should be seen but not heard. Sam always made himself known and had pride in what he believed, something Dean once thought was a bad thing but now, couldn’t help missing since Sam was usually right anyway.

Dean found himself longing for the debate partner he lost.

Since nothing was like how Dean planned it would go, he at least hoped fucking Castiel would be good. It had been a fantasy of his for years to get his cock into that tight hole and have the omega squeal his name as he came.

Turned out, Castiel didn’t make any noise, something Dean would usually beg for. But, he wanted to hear Castiel’s whimpers, hear the cries and moans that Dean knew would escape him. Dean wanted to see Castiel’s face flushed and in sheer ecstasy. But, none of that happened. Cas was quiet, only small grunts from every thrust. He also wasn’t very adventurous in bed like Sam was. Sam would try out anything, getting just as or more excited about whatever they were doing, making sex fun and different every time. With Cas though, it was sorta…boring.

Dean pulled out of Castiel before his knot came spitting out, noticeably smaller than any other knot Dean had made compared to when he was screwing Sam. He star-fished on the bed, waiting for his post-sex cuddle but Cas stayed on his side of the bed respectfully.

The alpha was miserable, to be frank. This isn’t at all what he wanted or who he wanted. He pulled out the necklace he wore around his neck, the wedding ring Sam had given back to him hanging on the silver chain. The aching in his chest grew and Dean felt like a part of him had been ripped out and never returned. It didn’t take long for Dean to figure out what he was feeling.

Dean found himself longing for Sam.

———

“I’m sorry Cas….I just…I cant…anymore…I’m sorry…”

“I understand.”

“You….do?”

“Yes, it is plain as day that you and Sam Campbell are meant for each other.”

Dean flushed, realizing that he was probably the only person who didn’t know.

———

Now that Dean had this new revelation, he had to find his mate. Sam was his and the guilt that had been piling on Dean grew with every moment he thought about the fight they had. Sam had looked so heartbroken and crushed, like the love of his life rejected him.

Dean thought back to all the times Sam stuck with him. Sam comforted him when he was upset, took care of him when he was sick, fed him and always made sure Dean was okay. He didn’t have to do that. Sam could’ve thrown the towel in so much earlier than he did because Dean was a major dick. But Sam stayed because he loved Dean.

And Dean loved Sam.

He loved those adorable dimpled grins that looked like sunshine. He loved his narrow waist and firm stomach. His broad shoulders that always help Dean carry the weight of the burdens he thrusts upon them. Sam always looks on the bright, optimistic side, helping Dean see there are good things in life. Sam’s hugs were the best, especially from behind because he could lean into his omegas arms and soak in the love he always freely gave.

Dean was deeply, madly in love with Sam Campbell and he threw it all away for an omega who did things by the book.

Dean needed to find Sam and tell him he was sorry. Hopefully, the omega would listen and take him back.

He searched all the usual places he knew Sam would be, like the library, the bookstore, the fountain in the middle of a huge garden and even the park. Sam loved nature and animals; Dean remembered from their first year married and how Sam would drag Dean to all the nature reserves, pointing out different birds and flowers. At that point, Dean thought maybe they would have a chance at a happy marriage. But then he met Castiel and everything flew to shit.

Dean sighed, about to walk out of the park to find somewhere else to look when he saw something—or rather someone—laying down across one of the benches. Dean made his way to the bench, picking up his pace as he realized who it was.

“Sam?” He called, finally reaching the bench. He knelt by the omega, frown deep on his face as he saw the shivering form. “How long have you been here?”

Sam, having heard the noise, woke up blinking at Dean. He jerked up, startled, eyes wide as he stared at his ex-husband. “Dean?”

“Hey, Sammy,” Dean muttered softly.

Sam was surprised; Dean hadn’t called him Sammy since their first year of marriage. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Castiel?” He couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice.

Dean winced. “Aw Sammy. I’m so sorry babe.”

Sam didn’t look at Dean and instead rummaged through his bag. He started in surprise as something dangled in front of him. It was the wedding ring on the necklace.

“You kept it?”

Dean smiled at the awe in Sam’s voice.

“I never would have been able to throw it away.”

Sam was shocked into silence, eyes still on the wedding ring. Dean gently used his pointer finger to swipe Sam’s bangs from his eyes and behind his ear, easily making the movement tilt Sam’s chin up so they were eye to eye.

“I’m a stupid alpha,” He said softly.

“I could’ve told you that,” Sam teased wetly, eyes watering a bit. Dean snorted in amusement.

“I never looked right in front of me, never saw the most beautiful, smart, loving omega just waiting for me to see them. I never saw you and I am so sorry.” Dean pressed his nose against Sam’s cheek, breathing in the cinnamon and cream smell with a sigh of relief. “I love you, Sammy.”

Sam gasped, looking into Dean’s eyes for confirmation, to see if he truly meant it. The bond Dean had been blocking suddenly overflowed with emotion. Love poured through both of them as their soul intertwined. Dean looked at Sam with warm eye, leaning forward and gently kissing the soft chapped lips. Sam happily gave himself to Dean, the alpha making him feel strong.

Dean slipped the ring onto Sam’s finger, kissing his hand. Sam hiccupped, smiling brighter than ever. Dean gave Sam one last kiss, mumbling,

“Let’s go home.”

~Fin~

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