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onyourzeus · 3 years

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7:04 am | youngk

airport drabble with kang younghyun (youngk of day6) & f!reader. 2.4k words, fluff, requested by anon (thank you)

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the air is clean, and the floors pristine white. you rub remnants of sleep from your eyes as a yawn sneaks its way out of your lips. seated at the bench in the corner, you lazily watch people walk past, their faces contorted in different expressions of similar sleepiness, enthusiasm, or downright frustration for being up so early away from their beds (most likely). clasped in your other hand is a rectangular piece of slightly thicker paper, some words bolded and numbers imprinted on the side lengthwise. you’re careful not to wrinkle it too much, knowing that it already has a spot in your journal once the trip has ceased.

you shift your focus from people watching to the hallway right across from you, two openings on either side. due to your consciousness still not at its one hundred percent, you don’t quite remember which side was the men’s restroom— or if both were gender neutral to begin with. either way, it felt like an eternity waiting for younghyun to come out of there, your feet tapping impatiently on the floor.

you have an unlikely relationship with airports— sometimes the thought of being in one excites you, and others you absolutely abhor it. for completely different reasons. however, right now, you feel excited, maybe a little anxious — but that rarely leaves your system when you’re trying to follow a tight schedule like your boarding time.

finally, you spot him coming out of the right side— hair still fluffy and all-around messy, his white and brown fleece jacket hugging his upper body making him look like a tall, giant teddy bear. a smile naturally paints on your face, feet staying still but yourself buzzing with anticipation. he has that effect on you, a lot of times.

“did i take long?” younghyun chuckles at the sight of you, jumping out of the bench while rolling the balls of your feet on the tiled flooring. he looks a lot more awake now compared to the cab ride here, droplets of water streaking his temples. you grin wider, taking his damp hand in yours as you drag your feet towards your assigned gate.

“no, but let’s hurry!”

“okay, okay— whoa, easy there. do you know what time it is?”

“time for us to wait by the boarding gate before everyone else does!” you look back at him expectantly, missing the kid running past you in a narrow direction. for some reason, this alerts younghyun’s senses and catches you by the waist, the soft, wool-like material of his jacket rubbing against your thin long sleeves. you feel a sudden warmth on your cheeks, but dismiss the childish reaction as you witness younghyun’s playful smirk.

“don’t want to get hurt before we meet the parents now, do we?”

“n-no…” you continue blushing, his hand releasing his hold on your side but continues to intertwine it with your fingers. this time, he leads you forward as you recover from flushed cheeks and the impending realization you’ve been avoiding in your mind since packing up for this very trip last night.

“it’s not like it’s the first time you guys have seen each other in person,” he reassures you. “and the last time we visited, they absolutely adored you.”

“that was almost a year ago, younghyun,” you protest, pouting at the thought of his parents expecting even more from you since then. you have had the occasional small talk with his mom over messages and emails, sometimes getting to talk to his dad for a few minutes when younghyun is on the phone with him.

“what if they expect me to own a multi-million company by myself at this point in my life?” the harrowing thought seemed silly, but knowing how independent and, not to mention, successful the kang household is dating back from his great grandparents… maybe it’s just the minimum effort they would want to see in you.

the one and only son of mr and mrs kang, however, doesn’t seem to agree.

younghyun halts right in front of the airport employee verifying tickets and id, and turns directly towards you. the light from the high windows up to the ceiling shone through the glass, shining a streak of brightness over your boyfriend’s face. he peers through the sunlight with narrow eyes, but you only laugh at his sorry attempt not to get blinded.

and yet, he looks absolutely perfect. and it’s not even eight in the morning yet.

“love, i don’t even own a company, let alone have a million dollars in my wallet.”

“debatable.”

“i— what?” taken aback by your response, younghyun’s eyes gleam and the miniscule wrinkles on either side of his eyes turn at his laugh. “you’re overthinking this. you’ll be fine, we’ll be fine. besides, it’s my birthday in a few days— i expect them to be extra nice to me when we get there.”

which is about two days from now, and the flight to canada takes approximately eleven hours.

there he goes again, master of quelling any and all dubious content found in the crevices of your mind, the worry center of your brain always challenged by his sure confidence and practical look at reality. it fits, wildly enough, how you balance each other’s perception of the things that happen to you both in life.

after showing both of your tickets, and being ushered further into the airport, you finally heave a sigh of relief. the gate isn’t too far from your current location, just a simple turn to the right and you’ll see the number 08 and a sign signifying your flight to canada.

with your luggages checked in at the front, you only have a backpack slung around your shoulders, filled with some necessities for the long airtime. although, due to guidelines having to prohibit possession of liquids, you were feeling quite parched. and another yawn escapes out of your lips once more. younghyun follows suit, looking around the vicinity for a small shop.

“oh, i see a coffee stand over there. let’s go?”

“yes, please,” you comply, letting him lead the way. the smell of roasted coffee beans and milk gets stronger as you close into the queue, only three people before you. you stand in front of younghyun, looking up at the menu behind the register. suddenly, arms covered in snowy fleece wrap themselves around you, your backpack getting squished in between. it wasn’t as uncomfortable to you as it probably was for younghyun, but his chin resting on your shoulder and a quick, fleeting kiss on your cheek whips your mind elsewhere.

with your hands awkwardly on your sides, you put them over his. the coffee aroma surrounding you had awaken you just a tad bit, but having younghyun almost rubbing his cheeks repeatedly against yours was more than enough for you to be aware of the pda.

the line moves, and you assumed younghyun would release you by now but as you take a step forward, he mirrors your movement. his grip on your waist tightens, and his nose grazes against your skin. it tickles your ear, goosebumps running along your arms all of a sudden which he noticed.

“cold?” he jokes, eyes all on you. for some reason, it’s hard for you to look back— as there’s only a few inches, one deep breath, until your lips meet. you don’t know what’s gotten into younghyun this morning, but you have a feeling it has to do with the missed opportunity of extra cuddles in bed as the alarm blared at your ears at five forty-five am, and maybe he can still read the anxiety hidden in your visage.

“clingy,” you retaliate, sticking your tongue out shortly. you hear the barista up front call in the next guest, an the two fo you would be there soon so you tap his arm, signaling your request for him to release you. it’s not that you were uncomfortable, surprised (and secretly delighted) would be a more accurate description.

“grumpy,” he states, eyebrows raised at your confused ones. he relents three seconds later but not before giving your lips a kiss that lasted shorter than you had wanted. you’ve kissed him this morning, maybe too many times before needing to call a cab— but something about him meeting your pursed lips in a short but sweet moment, out in public only highlights the feelings tumbling in your stomach.

“hello, good morning!” as if on cue, younghyun steps aside to let you order first. with warmer cheeks, you wring your hands to calm your beating heart down, and recite your drink of choice out of habit (didn’t have enough time to choose, honestly).

“and an iced americano too, please. all to go,” you tell the barista, seeing younghyun’s shy smile in the corner of your eye. it wasn’t as if his go-to was hard to remember at all, he basically runs on the stuff non-stop.

your drinks get made soon enough, and you cup your with both hands to wait for the matcha latte to cool down.

“how’s your americano?’ you ask younghyun, the two of you walking side by side.

he takes a sip before answering, “bitter. and watery. it’s basically bitter water.”

you cringe at the imagined taste, blowing on your own drink at the same time. “sounds amazing.” younghyun chuckles, unabashed by your reaction as he’s used to your constant slander towards his coffee of choice.

your eyes find the only sign that says ‘flight to canada’ in mere minutes, feeling great accomplishment at the unoccupied seats near the gate.

“why do you look so surprised? we literally have an hour and a half before boarding,” younghyun questions your marvelling. “people on our flight are probably just waking up right now.”

“so what? gives us more time to ourselves here,” you counter, walking around the empty seats and picking the ones not too close to the gate, but not too far from where they’d be asking passengers to line up. right in the middle.

“we could have used this time to sleep in just a little bit,” younghyun sits next to you, stretching his legs with a deep sigh. “or, you know, other things,” he adds, the glint in his eyes not missing a beat. you slap his shoulder playfully, unprepared for the innuendos and physical affection he has been showering you today.

“what’s gotten into you, younghyun?” you ask jokingly, half expecting him to shrug it off as you bury yourself in the goodness of your steaming hot matcha latte. he shakes his head dismissively, watching you take tiny sips from the rim of the open lid. the smile on his smooth, soft face permanently painted on there.

“just want you to feel as comfortable as possible. it’s gonna be a long flight.”

“remind me again who falls asleep first during long travels? road trip to jeju? even just a thirty minute traffic jam in seoul a couple of times?”

younghyun pouts, your winning smirk overtaking his confidence for a little bit. he huffs, almost finishing the america sloshing around crushed ice in his cup. “no fair, i was really tired then, okay?”

“i don’t mind you sleeping during the flight, younghyun. really,” you reassure him, knowing that you won’t get a wink of sleep at all. the bubbling nerves are rising again, the more that you shove it to the side.

“what are you going to do for eleven hours?”

“dunno. think about life, create an unnecessary existential crisis in my mind, and possibly decide upon flinging myself off the plane entirely.”

your dry humor is something younghyun can never understand a lot of the times, eyes blinking back at you rapidly, mouth hanging wide open from the straw of his drink. you continue to humor his incredulous expression targeted at you, tilting your head for maximum nonchalance.

“babe…”

“hm?”

“you’re insane. absolutely insane,” he finally says, ruffling your hair in the process. you’d be more annoyed but there wasn’t really any effort put into your hair today. if anything, maybe he fixed it for you. either way, you tuck the stray bangs behind your ears and cross your arms, careful not to spill your drink. “you love me for it.”

“i absolutely do, although i have to admit you scare me sometimes.”

“i was kidding, younghyun!”

“yes i know, love, but— don’t say that in front of mom and dad,” he asks of you, gulping, “please?”

you scoff at the idea, but his pleading eyes make you roll yours lightheartedly as you promise, “i won’t let your parents know about my acquired sense of humor so that they don’t worry about me or you, for that matter.”

“thank you,” younghyun nods his head dramatically, looking serious but you know he’s itching to crack a smile as well. your heart feels full, in his odd ways younghyun has yet again quenched the anxiety trying to cough itself out of your throat. you think back to the times you’ve been in the same room as his parents. every time younghyun has been there, a guiding hand in the small of your back, or even a bold kiss on the side of your lips whenever one his parents ask you about your relationship.

really, this time shouldn’t be any different. your love for younghyun is still there, possibly having multiplied in ways you couldn’t have imagined upon meeting him years ago. there shouldn’t be a need for worries or unfounded assumptions of his parents disliking you for his son because you’re sure they’ve seen the way you look at him — with knowing eyes and a grateful smile for his existence in your life. and when you stand in the same space, the same house again in eleven hours, you’d be looking at younghyun just the same.

in fifteen minutes, you end up falling asleep on younghyun’s shoulder waiting for the announcement of your boarding. he keeps your head comfortably cradled on him (as much as he can), patting the side of your cheek and humming a soft lullaby that hopefully transcends to the sweet dream you were having.

he couldn’t think of a better place to be at this moment. as more passengers sit in the waiting area, their chit chatters growing louder, fighting away with the many announcements from the speaker, younghyun finds peace right beside you. anywhere that may be.

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sohin-ace · 3 years

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Mista - By the Silvery Moon

Werewolf Mista and his vampire girlfriend.

I wanted some soft spice so I made my own food.

You laid peacefully upon your boyfriend on his bed, bodies pressing deliciously against each other with the odd feeling of your temperature difference.

Somehow, never was it unpleasant for you to snuggle on the overbearing warmth of your favourite wolf and neither was it for him to feel the ice of your skin, refreshing on his furry skin.

It was basically a routine by now. You both could only see each other at night time, and Mista was busy as ever. Loyal as he was to his team he always did his best to be present for them at all times, even though it meant not having as much quality time to spend with his lovely girlfriend as he would like.

Tonight was one of those rare nights. He laid lazily on his bed and you would always come lay on top of him, showering him with affection and his most favourite belly rubs and head pats.

You both stayed in comfortable silence. Sometimes, you'd strike some casual mindless conversations, and it was those small moments that made your nights together so precious. Just being close to each other, regardless of species.

In the mondane vampire society that you belonged in, you'd be damned to not marry a man of your rank and class, and Mista would be equally damned to not mate with a proper omega from his own pack. But both of you couldn't care less for these old out-dated traditions. Nobody hardly followed those strict rules anyways nowadays, except for the most conservative of people.

Who cared if a vampire girl and a werewolf boy had fallen in love? Who would even stop you? You found each other and nothing could ever change that.

You were laying your head on Mista's broad chest and caressed the bits of skin on his exposed stomach, making the male shudder delightfully as he held your small frame flush against him.

He never got tired of rubbing your cold back, wondering how you could live with such skin of ice. He also never got tired of touching your hair, the scent of you even more prominent in it, driving him absolutely crazy.

You carefully lifted yourself up to stare at your lover who looked blankly up into nothing in particular on the ceiling, but instantly shot you a lazy and handsome smile as your eyes met. Gosh, he was so cute.

"Hello beautiful." He playfully called out and you grinned at his uncalled spontaneous cheesiness.

"Hi sexy~" You giggled and you could feel his torso spasm under you with his deep chuckle.

You moved to climb up just enough to get impossibly closer to his face and he let you do as you pleased, spreading his legs wider to ease your access and loosening his strong grip around you.

You looked over him with a fondness that was reserved for him only, and he knew there was nothing else in this eternal world of yours that you looked at with the same adoration in your eyes.

"Woah..." He breathed out through a lopsided grin "Girl, your eyes always make me feel some kind of way, dang... Shooting fucking bullets with those red eyes, somebody arrest you before you kill someone!"

"Oh shush, pup." You teased at his dorkiness and booped his nose. He hated it when you treated him submissively, but he never stopped you either.

"Hey, don't call me that! You freaky bloodsucker." He glared at you.

Ignoring his thoughtless offense you made yourself more comfortable on him, your personal mattress for the night, and proceeded to smooth your hands over his 3-days beard, caressing his cheeks and admiring his chiseled face.

You did remember Bucciarati convincing him to shave more often because of how fast Mista's facial hair grew. Funny advice coming from a Mothman who was half covered in fluff himself.

You had to resist the urge to peck Mista's very inviting lips as you hovered over him, propping yourself on your elbows at each side of his head. As sweet as you looked and as cute as you were in his eyes, the poor werewolf could not be immune to your intimidating and pressuring natural vampiric aura.

It was always a blurry thing, the natural hierarchy of monsters and humans. People fought everyday to make this unfair discrimination and hierarchy disappear, but no one could deny the strong overpowering aura some species had over others without even controlling it. Vampires, demons, sirens, titans among many others. Species that could make anyone else falter underneath them with just one look, one word, one step.

He trusted you with absolution to never do him harm and he was confident in his physical strength and power to counter anything, but truly, the intoxicating anxiety your glowy red eyes could put him through sometimes, prompting him to sweat and tightening his throat...

That was hot as hell.

"Come on..." He murmured more to himself than to you, but seeing his hungry gaze on your blood red lips so close to his, it was more than obvious what he wanted from you.

And you obliged. First, pecking his lips in a million tiny blooming kisses, almost too cutely for his own likings. Your sugary little smooches way too innocent for his current needs.

Fortunately for him, you were quick to catch on, or maybe it was on purpose that you teased him, he couldn't guess. Your shy fluttering pecks soon turned much longer, slower and more languorous with time, much to Mista's appreciation.

He couldn't help his big clawed hands from roaming along your back, eager to having you pressed even harder against him if that was possible, never getting enough of you.

Mista was the vocal type. You knew it wouldn't be long until he started making noises that would either alert the neighbours, or alert the most sensitive bugfolks that would most likely come check the commotion and maybe try to bask in some nice lamp light too while they were at it.

So, before he could ask for more, which he was eagerly expecting, you moved your lips to kiss along the corner of his mouth, to his prickly cheeks, then traveled down to his jaw and neck.

He released a low and animalistic growl at your defiance and lack of cooperation.

"... What do you think you're doing?" He asked lowly, his voice deep and gruff as you showered his neck with some sweet loving.

"Nothing," you muffled against his skin and he shivered from your cold lips and breath on his sensitive skin as you sighed, "You smell so good..."

"You... You wanted blood?" He scoffed and clicked his tongue, "You could have just asked... You damn vampires..." Mista did not hide his disappointment, thinking you'd initiate in some hot make out session only to stop cruelly and feed on him.

That wasn't the case though. You didn't like to use your boyfriend for blood, and surely, it wasn't a procedure you took lightly either.

There were plenty of volunteers for that service anyways, and you preferred the person be both physically and mentally ready for you rather than just randomly partake in some unrequited violent neck biting. You wouldn't waste the short and precious moments with Mista on such trivial and unnecessary reasons.

"No, no, I don't want to draw blood from you. I don't need it, I'll just satisfy myself with your scent." You buried your face deeper into him, taking in the smell of his blood, coming strong, fresh and vibrant under his tan skin of musk. "Plus I wouldn't dare bite you with no preparations. That's unfair."

"You're too cute." Mista snorted and wrapped his long and sturdy arms around you, squeezing you hard and lovingly.

Godamnit, he wanted to be mad at you but you were so adorable and sweet, he couldn't help but feel so lucky and privileged to have you. Not everyone could brag about having such a kind-hearted, hot and brilliant vampire girlfriend.

But he could.

"I love you princess. But really, you can take from me anytime you want. We've talked about this already, cara."

You moved to look back up at him, your gaze soft. "No, it's fine. Not now. For now I want to make the most of the little time we have together before the sunrise."

He laid his head back in contemplation. That was right. You'd have to go back home at least 30 minutes before dawn to prepare for bed without being in danger. Nights were too short and Mista's weeks of work were too long.

"My poor little babe will be blood deprived..." He cooed half jokingly and caressed your soft hair, sympathizing with your struggles.

"It's fine. I get less and less hungry when I smell your delicious, sweet virgin blood."

"Vi-.... VIRGIN?!" He shot up, almost shaking you up, "Who said I was a virgin?!"

You laughed at his outburst and his eyes were horrified and wide as saucers on you as you tried to calm your fit of laughter.

"Hehehe hahaha! I can smell it! It's so obvious! Please keep it that way, it tastes great too. Very nutritious and easy to digest~" You commented, giggling behind your hands.

The poor male blushed, unable to counter attack truthful and straight facts. "Nooo...." he whined, his wolf ears flattening down against his head in defeat.

"Don't be down, amorino." You cooed and gently caressed his face, "You know I'm just teasing~. Let me make it up to you."

And as you said that, you snaked your finger in his curly hair, slowly massaging his scalp and eliciting a groany sigh from the male. That was his biggest weakness, besides you, of course. Gentle head scritches. No werewolf could ever stay indifferent.

Just having your long nails rake so pleasurably along his scalp and dancing around and behind his wolf ears sent him to a pure state of bliss.

"A-ah, Y-Y/N... Aah thanks... Feels g-great hehe..."

"So polite. What a good boy."

Subconsciously, Mista's tail bonked loudly the side of the bed repeatedly with excitement, like a natural response to the praise.

It was cute, you thought, how much he could act like a puppy sometimes. Even though he hated to hear it from you, and rathered appear strong, dominant and protective for you, because he could be just that for you, and keep you safe.

You kissed him again and he instantly caged you back in his arms, planting his claws on your back and shoulders possessively. He was so crazy in love for you and the realization that he'd be gone for another long mission without seeing you hit him suddenly, which prompted him to tighten his legs around your hips and effectively emprisoning you with his limbs.

With his mind filled with thoughts of you only, and feeling your body pressed so delighfully against him, he kissed you even harder, giving you all his passion as he was getting drunk off your ministrations and intoxicating scent, both fruity and metallic.

"Hmph Guido..." You moaned on his lips and he could swear you did it on purpose. "Slow down."

"You're testing my limits babe, I don't like that."

"Hmm... It's 5 A.M." You whined softly between his insistant kisses and love bites.

"So what? I don't see your point. Let me have you." He mumbled huskily and you had to push him down to let yourself speak without interruption.

"I have to go, the sun is about to rise."

He groaned in annoyance and went limp under you, defeated. You chuckled at his reaction and propped yourself back on your hands as he released you.

"Fuck... Already? We barely did anything..." He huffed, beaten by time itself which was stealing his girlfriend away from him.

"We did a lot actually. I fed you, we played games, gossiped a bit and cuddled for like... 2 hours."

"We had a tickle fight too. Can't forget about my victory..." He proudly added before smirking, "... And your cute little noises."

"Shut up!" You slapped his arm as you sat up. Oh no, he was going to rub it in again, you knew it.

"Kyaaaah~ stop it! Guido not there aaaah~! AAAAAHHH~" He obnoxiously wailed and moaned exaggeratedly with an awful girly voice.

"SHUT UP! I didn't even say that! I don't even sound like that! You're gross!"

After a few more, well-deserved slaps from you and a fit of laughter from him, you eventually got off of the boy and fixed your clothes, walking away from the bed as he joined you.

"Aww but really babe," He wrapped his long arms around your waist from behind and buried his nose in your hair "I'll miss you..."

"It's okay sweetheart," You craned your neck and reached behind you to hold his face, "5 days fly by fast. And Bruno is kind, he'll give you a vacation if you ask him nicely."

Mista sighed, nuzzling into your hand and relishing in your soft hold. He was probably being dramatic in your eyes, acting like each day was the last one, but he wasn't completely wrong. His work field was more dangerous than he'd ever let you know, and even if you did know, he was well aware that you weren't even close to being afraid of death as he was. Vampires were immortal, after all, werewolves were not.

"Guido..." You called out, voice careful and airy.

"Hmm?"

"Don't be scared."

The male pulled away from you and stared at you with wide eyes. Scared? Was your kind really that sensitive to other's emotions?

His heart raced and he stuttered. "Huh? What- How did you-"

"I can smell it Guido, your hormones are strong." You turned to face him and grabbed his huge clawed hands in your ice cold ones, looking tenderly into his eyes. "You know I would never let you die."

Mista gulped. You knew. Of course you'd have guessed, you were so perceptive. He was dense to believe he could hide anything from you. There was nothing he could say when you read him like an open book and pinned him into place with your confident stance and fierce eyes.

"I..." He huffed heavily, avoiding your gaze "I can never be sure, Y/N. I didn't tell you everything about my work...."

"I know." You brought his hands up to your face and pressed a gentle kiss on his knuckles, his fur soft against your lips. "But don't forget my abilities. I'll turn you into a vampire without hesitation if anything were to happen. If I'm not here, Giorno will do it, we've already established this."

Mista's eyes widened at this revelation. You talked with Giorno? Even though the blonde was only half-vampire, he did have strong healing abilities, but the werewolf wouldn't have expected the vampires would ever work together to actually revive any of the team members in worst case scenarios. Thinking about it, it may even have been Bruno's idea.

Mista scoffed, unbelieving. "You sly bastards... You guys know the implications of turning people into hybrids, right?"

"I don't care. I want you safe and to stop worrying." You smiled and pulled him closer to you. "We'll talk about this later. Now kiss me."

Pushing his worry and melancholy to the side, the male obeyed and bent down to capture your lips hungrily again, hugging you almost uncomfortably hard. Mista wasn't really one to hold back much, and only you could either handle him, or put him back to place.

"Get home safe babe. Call me when you arrive." He murmured, still craddling your face close and you matched his whispers.

"Will do. Sleep tight, cuore mio."

Not quite wanting to separate from each other, you hesitated to move and had to use all your willpower to actually start walking towards the window, Mista still holding your hand and following close behind.

He opened the window for you and helped you hop on the frame, the moonlight long gone to leave space for dawn.

You shot one last look to your lover and blew him a kiss, making him grin goofily, "Bye bye Guido."

"Love ya, Y/N."

And with those sweet words, you jumped out the window, only to transform into your bat form and flying off into the early morning sky, your presence and your scent still remaining in Mista's room, on his skin and on his clothes.

Certainly, he had nothing to worry about.

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i-put-the-leg-in-legolas · 3 years

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I promise. (Aragorn x reader)

Modern! AU

Summary: Being a ranger for most of his life, Aragorn has learned not to get attached to anyone, so he's terrified when he realizes he's developed feelings for his travel companion. A fight ensues and she storms away. Will the moonlight and the beauty of the stars in the sky make him reveal how he feels about his starlight maiden?

Triggers: Cursing, verbal fighting (very mild).

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The air in the car was thick, filled with words begging to be said. As they drove through the lonely highway, teary-eyed and tired, Aragorn gazed at (Y/n) from the corner of his eye. Despite having been wailing and angrily hurling insults at him mere minutes earlier, he couldn't help but think she was one of the most beautiful sights there could be.

He'd seen endless mountains, sunsets, and oceans, but all these fell flat compared to the (h/c)-haired beauty that peacefully slept on the seat beside him. The soft skin of her cheeks was adorned with tear tracks, and her breathing was raggedy. It was as he glanced at her heaving chest that Aragorn realized that he'd caused this. He'd caused the woman who he thought he loved... no, who he knew he loved all this suffering, and for what?

For the past months, he'd been pushing (Y/n) away. At first, he was scared that she'd leave, but as the months went on, he realized that no matter what he did, (Y/n) wouldn't leave. Boy, was he wrong. The past week he'd been exceptionally distant, ignoring and avoiding her. This drove the (h/c) girl over the edge, and she angrily confronted Aragorn, who once again, just brushed off her questions while pretending to pack their camp.

"Strider! What's going on with you?! For the past week or so, you haven't even directed one word towards me! If you're mad at me, act like a man and tell me!"

"Can you pass me that heap of blankets?"

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Yes, yes I am, (y/n)... now, will you pass me those blankets, or not?"

"I don't even know why I bother trying to talk to you anymore! It's like talking to a fucking rock!"

"Well... then why don't you stop wasting your time with me and go talk to that boulder over there?"

And then, she stormed away.

As the events from earlier replayed in his mind, Aragorn felt guilt wash over him. The whole time they'd been traveling together, (Y/n) didn't do anything but support him, and keep him company. Her lovely personality made him start falling for her, and as he realized this, he started pushing her away.

Aragorn was a ranger, and so was she. He knew that catching feelings for the lovely lady that was now steering awake in the seat beside him wouldn't be ideal since they could take different paths at any given moment. He took another glance at the sleeping girl beside him, but instead of being met with the peacefully closed eyes he'd seen before, he was met by a pair of round, (e/c) eyes.

"(Y/n)..." Aragorn breathily whispered, "you're awake..."

(Y/n) briefly glanced at Aragorn and nodded, immediately turning her face away and pulling her knees up to her chest. "I am, yes..."

Aragorn sighed and let his gaze rest in (Y/n)'s face for a few seconds. The yellowish lights from the highway made her look angelical. He didn't care that her eyes were red and puffy, and her nose was runny. For him, her beauty surpassed the beauty of the rolling valleys and night sky.

They continued driving in silence. The only sounds that could be heard were the ones the old engine made and (Y/n)'s soft sniffling. Aragorn and (Y/n) were both lost in their thoughts until suddenly, the sound of (Y/n)'s grumbling stomach snapped them both out of their thoughts.

"You must be starving," Aragorn remarked. After their fight in the early hours of the morning, (Y/n) had left their camping spot without having a bite of food. Now, the clock read 11:45 PM, and Aragorn assumed that she hadn't had anything to eat yet. She probably didn't have time to even think of food, as she had been too busy trying to get away from Aragorn, who relentlessly followed her.

(Y/n) nodded in response, raising her eyebrows as Aragorn swerved into the open field beside the highway. She stared at her fellow ranger with confusion painted on her face. Aragorn walked out of the car and dug into the trunk, taking out a bag before going over the passenger's side and tapping on the window.

"Come on," Aragorn said, chuckling as he noticed the expression on (Y/n)'s face. Her soft features had been overtaken by an expression that looked like a mix of fear and confusion. "What's that face for?"

"I don't want to get out..." (Y/n) said, "Judging by how terrible you've treated me these past few months, you're just going to make me get out of the car and then drive away..."

"(Y/n), you know I'd never do that," Aragorn said, a soft tone taking over his words. "C'mon, you need to eat something."

(Y/n) sighed and reluctantly stepped out of the car, looking at Aragorn with a small scowl before turning her gaze up to the night sky. "The sky looks beautiful tonight..." the girl observed. As she looked away from the night sky, (Y/n) was met by Aragorn sitting on the roof of the car.

"The sky looks better from here," the blue-eyed man stated, holding his hand out to (Y/n).

The girl stared at Aragorn, admiring the way that the pale moonlight illuminated his features. Yes, he'd upset her greatly hours ago, but now (Y/n) couldn't help but admire that Aragorn's eyes sparkled and reflected the moonlight, putting all the stars in the sky to shame.

It took her a few seconds to realize she'd been staring, but once she did, the (h/c) haired girl turned her face, which was now dusted a soft red color, away and took Aragorn's hand and with a little effort, sat beside him on the ceiling.

"I got you this," Aragorn said, handing (Y/n) a plastic bag. After she took it, he leaned back on his elbows and sighed, staring at the condensation his breath had caused.

(Y/n) took the bag, a soft smile painting on her face as she took out its contents. It wasn't much, just a bag of crisps and a soda, but they weren't regular crisps and soda. They were her favorite ones. "Thank you, Strider..." the girl said, offering Aragorn a soft smile. "I didn't think you'd remember..."

Aragorn simply smiled, staying completely quiet as he racked his brain for things to say. He was never good at apologizing, and his tough exterior didn't help with the situation at all. Ever since he was very young, he'd learned not to get attached to anyone, but now... he was about to lose the only person that he knew he could never let go of.

"Um... (Y/n)?" he quietly said, scooting closer to the girl. As he moved closer, the serene expression on her face immediately turned into a scowl, so he awkwardly shifted back to where he'd been sitting before. "Can we... can we talk?"

(Y/n) scoffed at his question and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, should I waste my time with you, or should I go talk to those pebbles over there instead?" the girl scoffed. As she turned to look at Aragorn, she felt her stomach dropped. The man who was always strong, no matter the situation, the man who she had never seen cry, looked like a kicked puppy. His greyish eyes were as beautiful as ever, but the moonshine shining down on his face revealed the tears that were threatening to spill from them.

"I... I'm sorry, Strider..." (Y/n) whispered, scooting a few centimeters closer to Aragorn. "We can talk, yes..."

Aragorn stayed completely quiet for a few seconds, repeatedly opening and closing his mouth, not daring to say anything in fear of making things worse. After a few more seconds, he finally managed to swallow the lump in his throat and spoke up. "(Y/n)... I'm sorry..."

(Y/n) just looked at him with a disappointed look on her face before shaking her head and looking away. "Seriously, Strider? That is all you have to say?" She scoffed.

Aragorn was taken back by her reaction. Truth be told, there were hundreds of things he'd like to say to her. If he could, he would even break down crying and confess her love for her right there and them, but his pride was bigger than his guts, so he simply placed a cold hand on the girl's shoulder.

They stayed like this for what felt like an eternity. In reality, it was only 15 minutes, and in those minutes, Aragorn managed to convince himself to swallow his pride and spoke up. "(Y/n), you see all the stars? The moon? The constellations?"

(Y/n) briefly looked at Aragorn, who was looking at her, and then directed her (e/c) towards the night sky, admiring it. "Yes... that one over there is called Delphinus. It's gorgeous, isn't it?" the girl observed, causing Aragorn to grin.

"It is... and it reminds me of you," Aragorn said, earning an eye-roll from (Y/n).

"How original..." she mumbled.

"But you know what's the biggest difference between you and that constellation?" Aragorn questioned, earning a mere shrug from the girl beside him. "If that constellation were to disappear one day, if it suddenly left without a trace... I wouldn't care," he said, looking at (Y/n) with a faint smile.

"But if you left my life... God, I have no idea what I would do..." by now, his voice was nothing more than a whisper. "I've been running away my whole life. Running from my past, running from danger... but trust me, I've never been as scared as I was earlier today when you left. The thought of never seeing you again was enough to make me want to cry, (Y/n)..." Aragorn explained, rubbing his teary eyes.

"I'm terrified of losing you... I can't imagine how life would be without the sweet sound of your laughter or-or the way that you sometimes sing yourself to sleep when you think I'm not listening..." by now, tears were already making their way down Aragorn's pale face. "Unlike you, I'm not very eloquent with words, Nîn meleth... But what I'm trying to say is that... that I love you..." By the time he'd finished blabbering his sentence, tears were already making their way down the ranger's face.

(Y/n) had been completely quiet the whole time Aragorn spoke. As he listened to Aragorn utter those three quiet words, her heart fluttered and her cheeks turned red. She didn't know what to do now that Aragorn, the man that hadn't shed a single tear when he got hit by an arrow, was now crying and showing her his soft side. "Oh, Strider..." she whispered, cupping Aragorn's cheeks and wiping his tears away with her thumb.

(Y/n) stared at Aragorn's teary eyes before gently leaning her forehead against his, rubbing their noses together. "Don't cry, please, Nîn maethor..." she whispered, "I love you too... and I have for the past few months, or so..."

Aragorn weakly smiled at her words, gently pulling away while he caressed (Y/n)'s cheek. "You're beautiful... so so beautiful, my autumn star," he cooed, "You've made me feel something I've never felt before... A love so overwhelming that it scares me, so real and deep that it made me realize that if you became mine, I wouldn't be able to live without you.."

"I love you, Strider, I love you..." (Y/n) whispered, tenderly brushing her lips against Aragorn's before wrapping her arms around him. "I'm sure no one would voluntarily choose to be a ranger... but if it means getting to spend the rest of my days will you, I'll be one until I die..."

Aragorn smiled and kissed the top of her head, lying down on the car's ceiling, dragging (Y/n) down with him. "Trust me, you won't be a ranger for the rest of your life," Aragorn said, "one day, you'll be a queen... my queen."

(Y/n) quietly giggled, tracing patterns on Aragorn's chest with her fingertips. "Oh yeah? We'll be king and queen of the rangers?" she chuckled. "For all I care, we could be... I don't know, orcs, as long as you're with me, I'll be happy."

Aragorn smiled and let a comfortable silence wash over them, and before he knew it, the sun was starting to rise, and (Y/n) was half asleep on his chest. "(Y/n)?" he softly whispered, only earning a tired hum from his lover. "One day I'll give you the life you deserve... you'll be a queen, and we won't have to run away anymore, we won't have to sleep on the floor or in the car anymore..."

"I promise."

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baeklooming-day · 4 years

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Peach Tea | Baekhyun

Summary: There is this boy who’s occupying the vending machine just when you want to buy your peach tea.

Genre: fluff, basically just the cheeky Baek picking up girls again

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: I know I said I’m quitting but it just happened. Well, let’s see what happens next.

Peaches, peaches, peaches.

White peaches.

The bottled tea.

All that good stuff that could be found in a vending machine, a pretty display with all those fruity teas closed in plastic bottles wrapped in colourful etiquettes calling out to you to try them all, and sometimes small bottles of coffee waiting there for you in the morning to help you start your day on a better note.

Milk tea, grape tea, apple tea, lemon tea, strawberry tea, green tea, white tea, you could see it all at some point sooner or later.

The amazing thing about vending machines was without a doubt that they were available to use literally always, ready to provide you with your favourite drink whenever you wanted.

Well unless the drinks ran out, but that wasn’t that likely to happen, they would be filled out immediately, you usually thought.

Basically, at this point you thought that a vending machine was heaven’s gift, because right now you just couldn’t imagine yourself getting through your day without at least one stop by a vending machine and dropping some coins for a refreshing tasty tea.

Peach tea, that one, she was the queen bee, or more like the queen tea, you loved it completely and never paid attention to other teas ever since you tried this one.

You used to get one every morning before your classes, and every evening after your classes, which was actually really convenient for you seeing that some vending machines that were selling this peach tea were located right at the two train stations, one near to your apartment and one near to your school.

As stupid as it was, your peach tea was practically the highlight of your day. Once when you figured it out, it was actually really simple to make you happy, if you knew how to that is.

And in that case it would be the oh so wonderful peach tea.

You took your peachy coloured wallet out of your big bag, yes you were slowly starting to be all about that peach theme not just with tea, and went for the first vending machine that came into your view.

Surprised, you discovered someone already standing there examining the vivid display, what was a little weird to you at first, knowing that it was very early and you never witnessed anyone so invested with a vending machine that early in the chilly morning before.

You felt too lazy to move over to another machine which was at the other side of the hall, far away, so you decided to just wait there until that person was ready and the machine was finally free for you to use because how long could that take?

Apparently much longer than you originally thought.

In a while, you started to gradually lose your patience. With your wallet still in your hand, you walked up a little closer to supposedly look what was taking them so long to just press a few buttons, insert the money, take the bottle, and go.

As you approached, you quickly took in the apperance of the person. It was a boy, wearing a black t-shirt and a little washed out camel coat. His fluffy hair was tinged in an interesting colour, kind of peachy, kind of milk chocolate brown which, to be honest, you thought looked quite flattering with the whole look that he pulled together.

You were contemplating whether to talk to him first and politely ask if it could go a little quicker, seeing that he’s been looking at the window for what felt like a whole 15 minutes already, or just leave it and hope that he would finally settle down for something.

When another minute passed, you finally lost it.

You tucked your soft hair behind your ear and walked closer, ready to open your mouth and ask him what was so difficult in choosing one damned tea.

“Excuse me, but you’ve been blocking this vending machine for about 15 minutes now, and I-” You couldn’t finish your sentence, when the boy immediately turned around and looked at you, his eyes literally sparkling.

Alright, you thought, that was a little weird. But you decided that you didn’t care, it was just some boy who apparently had too much time to lose.

“And you-” He started, his voice surprisingly soft. “Wanted to grab something and run to your train?”

You gave the boy a questioning look. “What? Well, isn’t it what it is here for?” You said in a somewhat unpleasant tone, which he immediately noticed.

“Woah, did you have an awful morning?” He asked.

“I will have, if I lack my peach tea. So if you could move please” You opened your wallet, wanting to collect the coins but the boy blocked the machine where you needed to insert your money for the tea.

What was he playing right now?

You looked up at him, meeting his chocolate eyes. You put your red lips in a thin line, not knowing why the next question left them. “Did YOU have an awful morning?” You asked through your teeth, trying to be calm, but obviously failing completely.

“Well, my morning has been terrible to be honest, but then I saw you and, wow.” He gently leaned his head on the vending machine, looking at you from underneath his lashes.

What on Earth?

If you had any tea in your mouth right in that moment, you would probably spit it out on him for coming up with a similar line.

It wasn’t new to you, even though you yourself weren’t very aware of the obvious fact that you were extremely pretty, you still asked yourself what made all those boys who talked to you come up with texts like that.

Because on you, not a single one of them has ever worked.

Little did you know.

“I’m Baekhyun.” The boy said. “What’s your name?”

“Will you move if I tell you my name?”

“I might.” He flashed you a honey-dripping smile.

“I’m Y/N.” You replied. “Will you move now?”

Baekhyun slowly moved aside, allowing you to finally buy your oh so longed for peach tea. Just when the machine dropped out the bottle with a thump, you heard his smooth voice again. “Y/N, do you have a boyfriend?”

You quickly rolled your eyes before you turned around to look at him. “This tea is my boyfriend.” You replied, holding up your hand with the bottle.

You didn’t know what to expect, but you didn’t expect him to give you yet another sweet smile. “Do you always get this exact one?” He asked, gesturing to the tea bottle.

“Why, yes” You said. “Peaches are everything. Aristotle once said ‘we are what we repeatedly do’, so I must be a peach by now.” You held the tea close to your cheek, giving him a sweet smile back.

Peach tea really was enough to put you in a great mood alone, wasn’t it.

“What about you?” You asked. “You’ve been standing here for so long, don’t you know what you want?”

Baekhyun shifted in his spot. “Oh, I know what I want and I’m going to get it.” He replied but didn’t move, his eyes not leaving yours.

He was really handsome actually, you finally noticed now that you’ve been looking at him this entire time too.

“Precisely?” You asked again, wondering what he might finally buy after an eternity.

“You.” He simply stated.

You froze, being completely flabbergasted at his bluntness. You heard a lot of crazy pick up lines before, but he just topped every single one that has been ever said to you.

“I don’t freaking know you.” You told him, not even thinking.

“That’s why I really would like to change that.” He said, taking out his own phone, apparently very pleased with his own comebacks. “Can I have your number?”

You really wanted to resist, but something told you that you wouldn’t regret it if you just went with the flow and gave him your number.

And that something was right, because later on when you met again in the evening after messaging each other throughout the day, the smile that appeared on your lips was bigger and brighter than the one which any of your peach teas was able to put on them.

A/N: idk what i was thinking, thank you for reading tho

reblogs are appreciated (if you liked it of course! <3) and thoughts as well

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diagnosed-by-doyle · 4 years

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Lecture of Love

Commission for Anonymous 💖 Thank you!

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Pairing: Isaac Newton x Reader

Genre: smut

Kinks: fingering, vanilla sex

Word Count: 1653

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“Here you go, Napoleon. A crepe with your favorite toppings.” You placed the plate and a fork down in front of him. “Let me know how it tastes. I’ve never made crepes before.”

After pulling out the chair across from him, you sat down and took a seat, resting your chin in your hand. The former emperor of France had come to find you sometime after dinner. He hoped that, for dessert, you would make a crepe for him. He could have made it himself, of course, but he was one of the several residents who shared the opinion that things always taste better when they’re made by you.

“It looks delicious. Thank you, ____.” He cut off a bite of the treat and used the fork to transfer it to his mouth. Surprised by the burst of delicate flavor, he gave a small moan. “And it tastes good too. Good job.”

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“I’m glad you approve.” However, your thoughts weren’t really on Napoleon or how your cooking tasted. Instead, your mind was filled with thoughts of Isaac. You hadn’t seen him since dinner. He’d mentioned going to the library to find a book, but that was at least an hour ago. Perhaps he decided to take it to his room to start reading it. If that was the case, you didn’t want to disturb him.

“Thinking about Isaac again? Don’t look so surprised, nunuche. You’ve got that dopey smile on your face.” Napoleon chuckled and pointed in the direction of the city with his fork. “You know, those kids adore him. I’ve never seen children so excited to learn. It’s pretty cute.”

You threw your hands over your cheeks to cover the blush that you knew was forming. You’d gone with them to teach the orphans before, so you knew what he was talking about. The children would hang on to every word Isaac said, and they would tease him when he got flustered. It was the most darling thing you’d ever seen. It made you think about how he would handle his own child, one that you may one day carry for him.

Giddy with thoughts of the future, you giggled with excitement.

Unbeknownst to either of you, Isaac was listening in from beyond the open door. The sound of your beautiful laughter drew him in while he was searching for you. The young scientist peeked in and saw his dear friend sitting across from you. Was Napoleon the cause of your joy? Try as he might to push back the feeling, he quickly became green with envy.

He tucked the book under his arm and stepped into the room. “____.” The man hadn’t considered what he was going to say. Your name was the only thing he could think to utter from his lips.

Isaac’s appeared as if out of nowhere. You practically yelped his name from the embarrassment your recent thoughts were bringing. Regardless, that silly grin never left your face. You jumped up from your seat and rushed over to him. The physicist wasn’t keen on PDA, you knew, but you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing your arms around him. “Are you done studying?”

“No, I had to wait for Leonardo to find it in his room…” His soft-magenta gaze drifted between you and Napoleon as he attempted to decipher the situation. “I’m not interrupting, am I?”

“Of course not! We were just talking about--something really cute.” You caught yourself before you let the words slip out. It would just be way too embarrassing to tell him what you had been thinking.

Cute? Were you talking about Napoleon being cute? Whether that was true or not, his feelings of jealousy only grew.

“Are you busy right now? Leonardo asked me to send you to help him with something.”

“Really? Alright.” You turned to say goodbye to Napoleon. “Enjoy the rest of the crepe!”

Once you said bid him farewell, Isaac grabbed your wrist and led you upstairs. His grip was tighter than usual, you noticed, and he had walked right past Leonardo’s room.

“Isaac?”

He continued to walk along in silence only until he pulled you into his room and locked the door behind him.

“Isaac, what--”

He set the book on top of the coffee table, and his stare traveled toward the ground. “Do you like him?”

Who is he-- Then it clicked. You’d seen how hesitant he seemed when he entered the kitchen. He was asking if you liked Napoleon.

You reached out with one hand to cup his cheek and looked into his eyes. “I only have feelings for you. That won’t change.”

He placed his hand on top of yours. “Good. Even if you did, I’d never just stand by and let him take you from me.” His pouty lips were adorable, but his eyes invoked an entirely different feeling. They were burning with pure desire, with his need to show you his feelings for you were too strong to lose you to another man. He would reclaim you as many times as it took for his point to get across.

Isaac’s hands found their way under your blouse and rested on the soft skin of your waist as he closed the distance that separated the two of you. His lips captured yours in a kiss that showed only the surface of his deep admiration for you.

You didn’t hesitate to return his affections, throwing your arms around his neck and melting into his sweet kiss.

Slowly, he backed you up until you felt the back of your legs hit the armrest of the sofa. He gave you a gentle push, and you fell backward, landing on the sofa’s soft cushions. Your heart was racing as he looked over you and proceeded to adjust your body so that you were comfortable. After all, he was going to work your body until he was confident that you understood his feelings. He unbuttoned your blouse then pulled your corset down to let your breasts spill out over the top of it. He proceeded to hook his fingers inside the waistband of your skirt and panties then pulled them down and off of you.

Isaac held himself over you with an almost pained expression. “Do you know how much I love you? Do you understand?” He dipped down to capture your lips in a needy, rough kiss. “Open your eyes. I need you to look at me.”

Breathless from his kiss, you peered up at him through your lashes.

“You want me to bite you, right?” A shaky breath left him when he saw you nod. “I’ll try to...make it feel good for you…”

He leaned down again, this time to kiss your exposed skin. His hands traveled over you, caressing your curves and squeezing just tight enough to elicit a few soft moans from your lips.

Your hands slipped into his hair and grasped it in your fists, pulling him nearer the more you craved him.

His fingers pushed into your wet folds at the same time that he sank his fangs into the delicate skin of your shoulder.

Isaac’s eager moans reached your ears as he lapped up your blood and pumped his fingers in and out of your core.

Having so much pleasure bloom from two places at once set your heart racing. The ecstasy provided by his bite turned your breathing into quick, unsteady gasps.

Once he could hear your wetness rather than just feel it, he pulled his hand away from your heat and slowly licked your arousal from his fingers as if it were a treasured delicacy. “Mmmh...You taste soo good…” After looking over your bare body once more, he freed his member from his trousers, and a heavy blush bathed his cheeks in red.

“I don’t think I can be gentle,” He breathed. “I just can’t help myself when you look so appealing.” Isaac positioned himself between your thighs and slowly pushed into you.

“Ahh!” He was stretching you deliciously. Despite having a smaller frame than the other residents, he definitely wasn’t lacking in size.

He set a quick pace right away. Not once did the physicist’s gaze leave your eyes as he snapped his hips against yours over and over again. He really couldn’t control himself. The way your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, the way you were panting and crying out in pleasure because of him--those things only egged him on. He wanted to see you writhe beneath him more and more.

“____!” After several minutes, he was finally close to finishing. His hair, damp with sweat, was sticking to his skin, and he was beginning to throb inside you.

“Isaac, please--!” You were even closer than he was. He wasn’t going easy on you at all.

After only a few more hard thrusts, you threw your head back as an overwhelming amount of pure pleasure washed over you. His name spilled from your lips repeatedly. It was the only thing you could speak in between your sweet moans and gasps.

“Ngh!” His body tensed up, and his thrusts slowed down significantly as he rode out his high, his grunts and moans filling the room.

He collapsed on top of you, his head resting on your chest as he struggled to catch his breath.

You raked your fingers through his hair while he took a moment to rest.

When he eventually worked up a bit of energy to move, he pushed himself up enough to be able to look you in the eyes.

“Do you see now? I won’t let anyone take you from me. I--I love you…” It was cute that he was being shy now after all that.

Your arms wrapped around him, and you pulled him closer to you again as you assured Isaac of your love for only him. You gently pressed your lips against his, a seal of your eternal promise.

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nthngbxtfanfics · 4 years

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02:14 - Shownu Scenario

Another hard day of practice had passed and Hyunwoo was on his way to the place called home. Today was a special day and he felt bad for not spending it with the person he loves the most, you. He rushed to your shared apartment as fast as he could. Not bothering to take a shower right after the dance session.

The moment the last song finished, Hyunwoo rushed out of the building. It was dark outside as he stepped out, he cursed under his breath as he checked the time. The day was almost over, but he wanted to make sure to spend the last few hours that were left of the day with you. On his way he prayed you wouldn’t be asleep, he didn’t want to wake you up.

He made a note to himself to grab some flowers, but forgot that it was too late. Guilt would build itself up in his chest, but he didn’t made a big deal about it, when he remembered his gift for you.

A small simple silver necklace, with both your birthstones on it and the day you’ve met engraved in it. He was extremely proud of it and was excited to see your reaction. He had so many struggles, finding the perfect gift. He had to ask his members, since you’ve been repeatedly telling him, that you don’t need anything, that made it even harder for him to find the perfect gift.

Hyunwoo reached the apartment complex and made his way straight to the elevator and punched the right number to your floor. The ride seemed like an eternity and Hyunwoo became impatient. The music on the elevator wouldn’t help him relax.

He was as nervous as a teen asking someone out for the first time. You both dated for one and a half year now, the barriers already broken down. But there’s something about you that made him a lovestruck idiot whenever he sees you. The memory of your first meeting rushed through Hyunwoos head, while a smile creeped up on his face. Lost in his thoughts, Hyunwoo didn’t notice his arrival to the floor.

The doors opened and Hyunwoo was already out of the small space. His feet brought him towards the familiar door, his smile grew wider and his speed got quicker. He almost slammed himself at the door, as he grabbed the handle. For a small second, Hyunwoo forgot how to open the door and struggled with the password to your apartment.

As he got successful, the door opened immediately, revealing the most welcoming smell and the sound of cooking. He exhaled deeply as a rush of relief dropped from his chest, as his wish got granted and you weren’t asleep.

Hyunwoo remembered the necklace and wanted to surprise you, by putting the necklace around your neck from behind. His hands did their work, roaming through all his pockets, finding emptiness. Panic grew in him, the more emptiness he felt. He moved faster, searching every inch in his clothes and bag. Then he’d thought, he’d left it in the practice room, after showing it off to his band members.

“Hyunwoo?” Hyunwoo looked up surprised as your figure made itself shown in the hall. You had a towel in your hand cleaning them up. Your attire was simple, but beautiful in his eyes. You wore short shorts which were covered by Hyunwoos shirt, your hair simply falling down. You had no special styling, you were just you and Hyunwoo loved it.

“Happy Valentines Day!” you reached out to him, giving him a firm kiss onto his lips. Hyunwoos hands found their way on your hips, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. The kiss made him forget about the surprise for a short moment, until you pulled away and looked deeply into his eyes.

“Happy Valentines Day, to you too.” A smile broke his facial features.

“I know it’s late, but I made dinner, your favorite. Come!” You took his hand and guided him to the kitchen. The smell of a home cooked meal invaded his nose, and his heart grew warm. You were always able to make him soft and bring warmth into his system.

“Here. I know it’s a bit too much, but I thought you’re going to be hungry after practice and decided to make that much.” You presented him the insides of the pots with a lot of pride, smiling bright.

“Is that all for me?” Hyunwoo came closer to the stove, taking a closer look.

“Of course silly, but you have to share it with me.” you gave him a fake poud, earning a small chuckle from your boyfriend.

“Yea I will. Why waste all this amazing food just on me?” you slapped him playfully on the arm and gave him another kiss on the lips.

“Now go take a shower, while I finish the dish. You smell!” you pushed Hyunwoo out of the room. But he tried to go against you and push back, so you would struggle. His laugh would fill the apartment together with your whining, eventually, he would give up and made his way towards the bathroom.

He stripped down and hopped under the shower, his muscles relaxed under the warm stream of water. Excitement made him eager to finish his shower session and join you again. But as soon as his imagination for the night went further, the forgotten necklace came back to his memory. Another rush off guilt found it’s place in his chest, leaving a heavy weight on his chest.

You were finished with dinner as Hyunwoo entered the kitchen sitting down at the dinner table. You placed the dishes on the table and sat down opposite from him. Hyunwoo poured the wine you brought out, into your glasses.

“Cheers!” the taste of sweet wine lingered on your tongue. Hyunwoo hesitated on taking the first bite, his thoughts interrupted his actions. He questioned himself how he deserved you, while his brows knitted together. He was sad about himself, you would always do anything for him. You would gift him with everything you got, your time, your love, your support, you take so much care of him and all he could return was just the words of love. You deserved more, he gave you expensiv gifts to return all your favors, but you always told him that you wouldn’t need it. All you needed was him by your side and him loving you. Simple.

He wanted to give you more, show more of his love. He thought he wasn’t showing, as much as you did. Sometimes he would curse his Idol life for interrupting your relationship, but how could he leave something he loves as much as he did you.

“Hyunwoo? Is everything alright?-” His head snapped towards your calling voice. “You’re not eating. Are you not feeling good? Was practice too exhausting? We could just lay down or sleep if you’re tired.” Your concerned voice and expression, pushed a dagger into Hyunwoos heart.

“No, I’m not tired everything’s fine. I was just a little rough with myself at practice, that’s it.”

“If you’d like, I could massage your back, while watching a movie.”

“You don’t have to” a chuckle escaped him, while taking the first bite for the night. The food was tasteful, as he like it. The warmth from the dish warmed his stomach together with his heart, just like you did a few moments ago. The heavy feeling vanished another time. He relaxed more as a smile of affection was placed on your face together with loving eyes. You were happy, as he continued eating the dinner you made. You remembered your own food and digged in, while giggling to yourself. “What’s so funny?” the man in front of you catched your attention, resulting in you looking into his curious eyes.

“Nothing, just cought myself falling deeper in love with you.” a small blush was visible as you avoided his stare and putted the first bite into your mouth. You were embarrassed by your words, you guessed Hyunwoo would join your small round of cringe, but it wasn’t the case. Those words laid heavily on his chest, those words putted more guilt into him.

You noticed his silence and got a little sad, did you do something wrong? Did you upset him? Your thought continued, searching for the right words, to ask what’s wrong. As you placed a good sentence in your head, you were ready to blurt it out, but got shut down.

“I love you Y/N!” your eyes blinked twice, repeating the words in your head, even though you heard them so often, it still feels like the first time. You stared at the man, wanting to say something, but your voice caught itself in your throat.

“Hyunwoo...” his name was the only thing that left your lips.

“I love you Y/N... I love you so much and I don’t know how to express it. I feel like these words are just too less to show how much you mean to me.” his eyes showed concern and pain. He was struggling, he felt like he wasn’t enough.

You understood what he meant and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh. You stood up from your seat and made your way towards Hyunwoo. Your hand stroked his head, letting your fingers go through his hair. He turned around, so you could sit on his lap. Your arm laid behind his neck, while playing with the hair on his neck.

“Hyunwoo. First off, those words are enough for me and I mean it. You don’t have to show me your love through material things. You reminding me of your love, you showing your love through very simple things, like bringing me coffee in the morning. Even though the coffee gets cold by the time I wake up. You texting me the most random things everyday. Is enough for me to see how much I mean to you.”

“But I feel like it’s not enough! You always come to practice when you have a break and bring food. You take care of me when I’m exhausted even when you had a rough day. You make me food, whenever I come late from a schedule. You pick me up from the airport no matter what time it is. And I feel like I give you nothing in return.”

You both stared into each others eyes, a comforting smile visible on your face. Your hand still in his hair.

“That’s my style of showing affection, yours is just different from mine, Hyunwoo. Isn’t it enough for you that I appreciate it anyway? Because I know that this is yours.” Hyunwoo let out a heavy sigh, realizing your point. You got him, again. You were always able to win over him, you knew him too good by now. You pulled his head to your chest and laid your chin on the top of his head.

“Now Hyunwoo, tell me what you messed up again?” both of you chuckled. Yes, you knew him too good by now. Another sigh escaped his chest.

“I got you a necklace and I guess I forgot it in the practice room.”

“Do you mean this one?” you pulled away and revealed the silver accessory from under your shirt. Hyunwoos eyes widened as he saw the little item.

“How?”

“I found it in your sweatpants, you wore yesterday. When I did the laundry, it fell out from one of the pockets.” you giggled at his surprised expression and kissed him on the lips, to bring him back to reality.

After the small interaction, the both of you finished dinner and spent the rest of the night, cuddled up on the couch. Covered in many blankets and a movie playing on the TV. Hyunwoos head laid on your chest, your hand strocking his shore back muscles. You gave comfort to him, he was able to relax, forgetting about all worries, about all things surrounding you two.

The necklace caught light from the TV, letting it sparkle a little. His hand reached the item, his finger touching the small stones.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Hyunwoo.”

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SFW Headcanons- Ben Solo (pre Kylo Ren)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Ben was sent off to the academy at 10 years old, so he didn’t really have a whole lot of time to start exploring relationships, and since the Jedi Code forbid any type of attachments, he stayed well enough away from it until he late teenage years.

Ben was afraid to show affection at first, and so would be wary to be around people. However, during the first few months of your secret relationship, he became more open and comfortable with small pecks on the cheeks or the lips, hugging and cuddling.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Because Ben has to conform to the Jedi Code and rules from his uncle day long, he has a sense of wanting him to be free, making him a very exciting, but unfortunately sometimes reckless best friend. The friendship would start when you first met him when being trained by Master Skywalker, and Luke had decided to pair you two up because you had similar Force abilities and strength.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Ben’s not really a fan of cuddling because he’s terrified of getting too comfortable with a person and them leaving him soon after, or getting caught by his uncle. But, he learns to like it more as time goes on.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Ben would want to settle down, but would be scared of ending up like his father and not being around much. So he tends to have an attitude of ‘that’s not for me’ because of what he experienced growing up. He wouldn’t want to inflict the same feelings of abandonment he felt upon anyone else.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Unfortunately, I think if Ben wanted to end the relationship he’d grow really closed off towards his s/o and just get really angry all the time to try and push them away.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Ben is worried about commitment, especially marriage. He worries that he’ll turn out like his father, and not be around much, and he wouldn’t want his spouse to feel abandoned. I think you two would have to sit down and really talk about, especially since you follow the Jedi Code (to a point) and attachments are forbidden.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Ben’s a strong guy, physically. Emotionally, he can break down very often, whether it’s because he feels lonely or abandoned or worthless. He needs a lot of hugs and kisses to get him through periods where he feels those kind of emotions, and he’s forever thankful that you didn’t walk away when he acted ‘weak’, though you assure him that he’s the strongest man you’ve ever met.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Ben likes hugs because he’s able to be close to you. Although cuddling is not high on his list (yet) he still likes being able to hold you and be close to you. He does it fairly often, at least once a day, and his hugs are all encompassing, it’s like being wrapped in a blanket of warmth.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Ben waits a looong time to say the L-word. He’s afraid of coming on too strong, and so refrains from saying it in order to not scare you off. He actually says it by accident one time when you had beaten him at training, and he had just randomly said ‘This is why I love you’ with a massive smile of his face while you kneel above him with his saber pointed at his neck. You bolted upright in shock, but only because you weren’t expecting it, and immediately brought him into a passionate kiss while repeating the sentiment to him.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Ben gets jealous because he knows how beautiful you are, and because his insecurities lead to jealously. However, when you punch a guy in the nose and whack him in the stomach with the hilt of your lightsaber for hitting on you, that all flies out the window.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Ben’s kisses range from soft and sweet to rough and passionate depending on the day he’s had. He likes to kiss you on the forehead and the lips, and he likes it when you kiss him on his neck, lips and collarbone.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Ben isn’t very good with children, but for some reason they love him? Whether it’s the vibe he just gives off naturally or because of his Force signature we’ll never know, but they all seem to be immediately calm when in his presence.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

‘Mornings are times for training’ as Luke Skywalker would say, so you’re both up very early in the morning to either do saber practise or meditate, leaving no time to savour each other’s company.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Ben are considerably less stressful considering there’s no scheduled training or meditation, so that’s your time to just relax with Ben and unwind.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Ben didn’t open up for a long time, and the first time he opened up to you was at 2 in the morning one night when you were just about to fall asleep. You just let him talk, stroking his hand to let him know you were still there and still listening to him, and when he finishes you just look at him and say ‘thank you’ and kiss him gently. He’s eternally grateful that he has you to talk to, it dims some of the darkness he feels inside.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Ben is easily angered, even before he became Kylo Ren, and would usually take it out in a physical way. Upon bushes, trees, walls, anything that could withstand a hit of his lightsaber. But he’s always very careful not to hurt you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Ben remembers a lot about you, especially small little details that you would usually expect anyone to forget.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you stayed up with him to talk about his past. It made him feel more connected to you, both emotionally and through the Force.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Ben’s very protective of you, but that mainly translates into protecting you from himself, because he knows how angry he can get and he would never want to hurt you.

Ben wants to be protected from his mind. He hates how dark it can get most of the time and feels really alone because of it because it feels like no one understands him, not even his uncle. So when you just hold him and you say that you’ll always be there for him, he feels protected and safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Since you guys are at the Jedi Temple, and most of the time being watched over by Luke, it’s not easy to go on dates and such. Therefore, when you two sneak out at night just to spend time together or on your anniversary, Ben will put a shit ton of effort in what you’ll do, where you’ll go and what he’ll get you. He’ll take you to your favourite place on the Temple grounds, and craft you something that’s special to him. On your one year anniversary, he crafted a pendant necklace from a bit of kyber crystal that had broken while he was making his lightsaber. You never take it off.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He sleeps like a rock, and he really likes to sleep in. So getting him up is a chore and a half.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

To be honest, Ben isn’t overly concerned with his looks. When he lived with Leia and Han he was usually helping out on the Falcon with Chewie and Han, so he was used to having oil, grime and dirt all over his clothes, so he wasn’t really bothered. Since meeting you, he’s tried to clean up a bit, but only because he doesn’t want to look like a slob in front of you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes he would, but then he’d hear Snoke calling him ‘weak’ for having feelings and try and push it away. It doesn’t stop it hurting though when you’re not there.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Ben has snuck out of the Temple more times than he can count with you in order to either watch the stars or do something reckless. The last thing you did was take a trip to the forest behind the Temple and try and climb some trees to see who could get the highest. Ben still apologises to this day about breaking your leg, even though it wasn’t his fault you fell.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Ben can’t stand people who are cocky. He can get along with sarcastic people because he has the same humour as them (thanks Leia and Han) but people who are cocky he just can’t stand. Or people who are arrogant.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He repeatedly has nightmares, not because of anything that’s happened, but because Snoke plants images in his mind of death and destruction. There have been a number of times where you’ve had to go to him because he’s woken up screaming and sobbing in pain.

#ben solo #ben solo x reader #ben solo headcanons #fluff #sfw headcanons

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drag-oon23 · 4 years

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One Lifetime

Summary: What if the merging of the various universes weren’t as seamless as the shows portrayed? Countless lifetimes suppressed into one life, one body, one mind. That’s going to leave a mark.

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Nyssa awoke to the nastiest headache she ever had in her life. She reached for her dagger under her pillow and groaned in confusion when it wasn’t there. Why would she have knives under her pillow in the first place?

She stumbled out of bed and dragged herself to the bathroom to get some painkillers. Nyssa squinted as she turned on the light and looked at her appearance in the mirror. Her hair was short. When did she cut it? Why wouldn’t she cut it?

She dropped the pill bottle into the sink as her hands couldn’t stop shaking violently. The pain in her head traveled down her body making her knees buckle and she fell to the floor. Her hands looked wrong, her body was too soft, where were her scars?

The pain in her skull kept throbbing as she pulled herself up to the bathroom counter. She only briefly looked at her face in the mirror before turning away when the pain increased.

Her curiously unscarred hands fished the pill bottle from the sink and opened it, dumping two tablets into her hand. After swallowing them, she stumbled back into bed. Nyssa dimly was aware she had to call in sick for work, but she was exhausted. Using the last of her dimming strength and as her vision blurred, she grabbed her phone and dialed an unfamiliar number.

She passed out.

When she awoke, she found herself in a medical bed with numerous advanced equipment. The pain stabbed deeply into her head repeatedly, making her close her eyes tightly and groan.

“Why isn’t it working, Gideon?!”

“Her body is rejecting the merge and all my attempts to stabilize her, Captain. At this rate, she will expire in 24 hours.”

“What can we do then?!”

Nyssa recognized that voice and it sounded the same and yet different from how she remembered it. An unknown word bubbled through the pain and she gasped, “Habibti?”

Someone grasped her hand and she opened her eyes, briefly noting yellow hair before slamming her eyes shut as countless conflicting memories crashed into her brain. Lifetimes upon lifetimes condensed into one single moment that seemed to stretch into agonizing eternity. She was an assassin, a lawyer, a student, a barista, a soldier, a demon, an experiment, and a casualty. Nonexistent wounds opened and closed, her limbs shortened and lengthened, her body destroying itself as it configured and reconfigured at an inhuman pace over and over again trying to match countless conflicting blueprints of a thousand lifetimes.

She mercifully blacked out, distantly noting the screaming noise in the background was hers.

When Nyssa awoke, the first thing she noticed was the warm water surrounding her body. She was so tired and her head continued to pound but at least it wasn’t the sharp pains of being stabbed and carved up a thousand times over and over again. Nyssa gingerly tested all her limbs and let a small sigh of relief when the pain didn’t become worst as it did the previous times.

“You’re awake!”

The woman turned her head to face the speaker. Shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, a wide sunny smile. Nyssa closed her eyes as the pain suddenly returned. Other images floated to the surface of feral eyes and an angry snarl. Or was she a brown haired woman with green eyes and an easy smile?

Nyssa felt hands grasp her shoulders causing her to look up into concerned blue eyes. “Hey, hey, stay with me. Concentrate on my voice.”

Nyssa gritted her teeth as she tried. The stabbing of her skull throbbed in time with her quickening heartbeat and she grasped the blonde’s forearms tightly with her hands as she listened to the blonde’s voice telling her sweet nothings. Who was this woman to her?

When the pain finally lessened and she became aware of her surroundings again, she realized her head was in the other woman’s lap. A name drifted from her heart and she realized who this woman was. Sara. Her name was Sara.

Nyssa gingerly lifted her head from Sara’s lap and released a relieved sigh when she could finally look at the other woman without knives stabbing skull.

“Sara.”

Nyssa frowned at herself why the name slipping through felt both right and wrong. “What is happening to me?”

“What do you remember?”

“I was in bed at a safehouse, no an apartment. A knife under the pillow? I went the bathroom to get some painkillers. I called a number.”

Nyssa drifted into silence as the memories swirled into one, but without the excruciating pain of before. Lifetimes upon lifetimes, a thousand memories of falling asleep in a thousand different rooms and cells before she awoke in one room, one body, one life.

She looked up at Sara, noting the guilty look in her eyes. “What happened?”

Nyssa, looked out the a window on the time ship over looking planet Earth. The crew had largely ignored her though whether due to Sara’s orders or her own glares she didn’t know or care.

The League did not exist in this one lone universe. She was a scientist, studying and marveling the stars and planets for their beauty. In this world, she never met Sara.

Nyssa looked down at her hands which had numerous half formed and faded scars, her body’s compromise. That’s what she was now, an amalgamation cobbled together from various lifetimes, crudely stitched together by the waters of a Pit. Her assassin self may have destroyed all of the ones in her universe, but here they were all still very present and just as dangerous. She made fists, relishing the feeling of blunt, broken nails digging into her palms.

“Hey, how are ya doing?”

Nyssa doesn’t turn to the voice, though she could feel her tired heart beat just a little faster. This world’s Nyssa and many others never knew Sara, but countless more knew and loved her. Some were even able to hold her close and call her-

Nyssa dug her nails deeper into her palms, relishing the anchoring pain. In this world she never met Sara. “I am fine. Is there something you need, Sara?”

She can tell the other woman was hurt by her abruptness but she couldn’t help it. Nyssa was not the assassin (or lawyer, or barista, or doctor, or any of the other countless lifetimes) and she would never be again. The Crisis and Pit’s waters saw to that.

Sara scratched her head, looking sheepishly at the other woman. “Just-Where do you want to go? I can drop you anywhere and any time.”

Nyssa stood tall, taking one last look at the spinning blue and green planet beneath her. This world’s Nyssa would have loved the view. “Take me back to my...apartment.”

Back at the apartment, Nyssa absentmindedly noted what was the same and different about this particular world’s set up compared to those in her various memories. She faintly smiled at the stuff animal of a yellow bird on a seat. Her abandoned notes on a new star laid on a table and she supposed she should just continue her work as best as she could even with the countless memories in her brain now. She would survive regardless. The ones who didn’t make it deserved that much.

With her back turned to the other woman, she spoke coldly. “You can leave now, and return to your time ship. I no longer require your help.”

“Nyssa-”

Nyssa gritted her teeth, refusing to acknowledge how her cobbled together heart beat so quickly, screaming for her to stop talking, to fight back. But she was so tired and she already lost. Every time she had some small measure of happiness, it was just as quickly snatched away from her. Perhaps it was best for her to just fade away in this world. “I am not her, Sara. You salvaged a ghost.”

“No.”

Nyssa turned sharply to glare at the other woman. “No?”

Sara took a step forward. “I abandoned you once, at your request. I am not doing that again.”

Nyssa rolled her eyes, digging her nails into her palm. “She’s dead, Sara.”

“No, you’re here, standing in front of me.”

Nyssa shook her head, unable to look at Sara any longer. “What’s standing in front of you is just a broken vessel that’s full of fragments of who we - I used to be. Nothing more. Besides, you already have a beloved. Go back to her and live your life, Sara. The league doesn’t exist in this life and I am merely an astronomer, a safe profession. There will be no assassins, bounty hunters, or others with murderous grudges against me here. I might even die of old age with all my limbs intact.”

Sara flinched at the reminder of her own obligations, which gave Nyssa a slim measure of satisfaction mixed with pain. The dark haired woman unconsciously felt her right forearm to make sure it was still there. When the blonde made didn’t make a sound, Nyssa nodded in resignation and slowly walked to the bedroom, ignoring how this feels like a final end of something.

When she heard the front door mercifully open and close, Nyssa finally allowed herself to mourn the lifetimes lost and the maybes that never will be anymore.

Her colleagues at work gave her a wide berth after noting the haunted look in her eyes and the numerous scars. Her cover story was a very bad car accident and Nyssa had no desire to speak with them anyway.

Her work comforted her as she tracked and analyzed the new data coming from various satellites. They kept her busy and her hands occupied. Sometimes she forgot she had both arms in this lifetime and used one or the other exclusively until she remembered. She could never remember which hand was suppose to be the dominant one.

After the first month of uneasy peace, Nyssa felt restless despite her daily basic workouts. The need to move, to fight, to do something gnawed at body until she finally found herself grabbing a knife and slicing the air with it. Decades of muscle memories of numerous katas flowed, helping guide her body’s through the movements until she dropped to the floor, breathless and exhausted, knife still in hand. She leaned back against the wall, her grip tightening around the handle of the knife.

Against her better judgement, she found herself purchasing a bow and arrow set. The set sat in the corner of her apartment for the better part of a month until she finally caved and took them reluctantly to a public archery range in a city park. Nyssa stood nervously in line, waiting for her turn, her palms becoming sweaty. Finally, when a spot opened she moved her gear to the shooting line. Just like with the knife, memories of lifetimes guided her body to the proper form. When she nocked and released her first arrow, Nyssa felt like she could finally breathe. With each released arrow, she felt another part slide of herself into a more fitting location. The feeling of a bow in her hand, the familiar and yet unfamiliar twinge in her shoulders, her mind quieting with the repetition of the motion, it almost made up for the fact that her arrows never quite found the center of the target.

For a time, the knives, bow, and arrows help to make her feel just a little like before but she found herself losing track of time as memories would haunt her. Everywhere she looked she saw ghosts from multiple lifetimes and the nights were the worst where she was reminded how just how alone she was in this new world. Her dreams remained fragmented of various memories mashed together and she often awoke unsure of who or where she was.

One evening, she noted someone was following her. Exasperated, she turned around to face her stalker. “You can come out now, Sara.”

The blonde sheepishly appeared from behind a corner. “Hi.”

Nyssa crossed her arms, frowning at the other woman, trying to stop her traitorous heart from beating so quickly. “What do you want?”

Sara nervously looked around the streets as she said, “Can we do this back at your place?”

“Fine.”

Once inside and doors locked, Nyssa turned to face the other woman, crossing her arms. “What do you want, Sara?”

Sara’s eyes lingered on the bow and arrow set in the corner before turning back to Nyssa. “I broke it off with Ava.”

Nyssa dug her nails into her arm as she willed her face to show no emotion. She had not expected that and didn’t know what to say.

Sara continued after noting Nyssa’s silence. “You don’t know how fucking terrified I was when I received that call, Nyssa. No one calls that number without a damn good reason and when Gideon tracked it down? Shit, I dropped everything to get there and we almost didn’t make it, your body was already a mess. It was like something out of the Thing.”

Sara began pacing, words tumbling out. “You know how I feel about the Pits but I was watching you die a horrible agonizing death on that table and there wasn’t a single fucking thing I can do. And then I thought of the Pits. If it can raise the dead, maybe it can keep you stable while we figured something out.”

She stopped and looked at Nyssa again. “At the Pits, you don’t know how relieved I was when the water seemed to keep up better than Gideon with your merger. You stopped screaming. I don’t know how it worked, and I frankly don’t give a shit but-”

She slowly took Nyssa’s heavily scarred hands into her own. “I realized that I’ve been an idiot. Nothing and I do mean nothing can compare to what we have. And I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making up for abandoning you all this time. I shouldn’t have ever left in the first place. Even if you only see me as a friend now or never forgive me.”

Nyssa swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. She pulled her hands out of Sara’s loose grip. Everything she always wanted to hear but it almost felt a little too late. She was no longer her. She fisted her hands and turned around, unwilling to look any further at her heart’s desire. “There’s nothing to forgive, Sara. As I said earlier, I don’t require your help any longer and you can leave. There’s nothing for you here.“

“Bullshit.”

Nyssa stiffened when she felt arms wrapped around her from behind in a loose hold. “You’re still her, Nyssa. You’re still here. Don’t think I don’t see that well used bow and arrow set. Or that bird stuff animal. Or how you organized your papers with precision because you’re OCD about that type of stuff.”

Nyssa couldn’t help a watery chuckle at the last point.

“I know I failed you before but I’ll be damned if I let this go without even trying at all. That’s not us, Nyssa. If this doesn’t work out, than I’ll leave you be but aren’t we worth a chance?”

Nyssa couldn’t answer. Instead, she squeezed Sara’s hand.

#nyssara #nyssaxsara #saraxnyssa #fanfic #I wrote the majority of this while I had a fever and cold meds #hopefully it makes sense #hurt/comfort #angst with happy ending and ENDGAME nyssara always #Do I look like I give a shit what happens in canon? HA #*coughs a lung out*#Ughhh this idea won't leave me alooooone #is it ooc? probably but I don't care #to clarify: the bulk was written during jan/feb #i'm just too lazy to change out all the fever induced tags I added on to this

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astyle-alex · 3 years

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[FanFic] Start with Why | the Old Guard

This chapter just went live on Ao3, so I’m putting it up here too! I’ll still be posting the BatFam Kid!Fic, too, but that chapter will go up tomorrow!

Start With Why (Part 4 / 6)

Fandom: the Old Guard Pairings: Background Nicky x Joe Characters / Focus: OT5 + Copley, reacting to Booker's betrayal Rating: Gen Audiences Warnings: None (well, language, because the team are all quite colorful) Total Word Count: 10,288 Chapter Word Count: 1,535

Summary:

The thing about betrayal is that it hurts. Sometimes it hurts too much to see the broader situation clearly. But after Booker's betrayal, the team has to look at themselves and see how every one of them is culpable. Booker may have done the deed, but his measly 200 years makes him a child to the others, especially Andy, and like babysitters are to blame when their charge sets the curtains on fire, the Family needs to ask themselves WHY and accept the honest answers. Why Copley, Why Merrick, and Why something made Booker believe that his choice was the right one for his Family...

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Part IV :: Joe

Booker betrayed him.

His brother betrayed them.

Joe’s own blood-oath brother of Fate betrayed them all like none of it mattered and he put Joe’s own sweet soul under the knife of callous torment, because he was too jealous and too weak and too short-sighted to know better.

Because he was too young to know better.

Nicky and Andy and Nile have all somehow resolved that they can forgive him— either they have already or know that they will, soon enough, come to it in time.

Joe cannot begin to fathom it.

Andy says Booker was a teenager trying to commit suicide and accidentally burning down the house, that he failed to see any of the realest consequences in his actions.

Nile says he’d simply found something that helped him see a sort of goodness he could finally believe in; says he met Copley, found a kindred spirit who believed in him, and wanted to do something good that actually gave him back some tangible reward— selfish bastard.

Even Nicky, Joe's own dear Nicolò, has fallen for the forger’s petty peddling.

Nicky believes him, believes that his reasons for nearly destroying everything good about Yusuf’s whole world were good enough reasons to make him truly think it could be worth it.

Joe will not forgive him, not ever. He has resolved to it, resolved to carry the hatred that the others cannot bear to shoulder. He will carry all of it for them, hate Booker for them. So, they can let the weight that comes from hating him so thoroughly rest outside their ardent souls.

For a moment, Joe isn’t sure he will survive it.

Hating Booker is like hating his own foot, like hating the run of charcoal his own fingers managed to get into his watering eye.

Booker is Family, Booker is his brother.

For a moment, Joe is very sure he will not survive this.

But then he looks at Nicky, his unfailingly kind and sweet beloved, his so-forgiving Nicolò, and hears the echoes of his dying screams on that bitch Kozak’s table… He sees shadows of Nicky’s brains being stepped in by the boot of that degenerate Keane after he’d shot Nicky in the head… And Joe feels such a blindingly hot fury at the prospect of letting anyone connected to that horror dare to live that he wants to find a way to kill Booker dead himself.

And yet, he’d hate to give the bastard what he wants.

Yusuf cannot talk to Booker, cannot stomach even thinking about it.

When he pushes up from the table, he doesn’t face the window when he storms away— instead, he goes outside the other way, tromping down onto the old cobbles that he’d been around to watch be laid. Most of them have been replaced since then.

Nicky appears beside him, eventually, as he finds one of the very few original stones left.

The love of Yusuf’s life doesn’t say anything, doesn’t touch him, doesn’t do anything but exist and be there and Joe already feels better for it— feels slightly more himself.

Which breeds a guilt like no other.

Nicky is here, but if were up to Booker, he wouldn’t be.

Nicky being here shouldn’t be what lets Joe not hate Booker for almost taking him away.

“That traitor’s head should be cut off,” Joe announces with a violent hand gesture that probably hasn’t been genuinely rude in a few hundred years. “Repeatedly, until it sticks.”

Nicky gives a slow blink that Joe finds inconsolably unreadable.

“I would’ve cut my own arm off, even if I knew it would not grow back, before I let a stranger say a bad word of him,” Joe wails. “I would have died, for good, to save him. I would have let myself leave you.”

Nicky does not say anything, he simply lets his sad eyes overflow with sympathy and understanding for how much just existing in this nightmare hurts.

“I hate him, Nicky,” Joe says, at a loss for words, a true rarity for him in his thousand years of life. “I hate him, and I hate that I hate him, but I hate the idea of not hating him even more than I hate this feeling.”

“You cannot hate him anymore than he hates himself,” Nicky states, and Joe feels like he’s been wrapped in a hug he didn’t know he needed, though Nicky’s hands are still in his pockets and he’s standing nigh on three full meters yet away.

Nicky will forgive him for hating Booker, Joe knows that.

He might not approve of the vitriol Joe bears their brother, certainly disapproves of the claim that any of that hatred is on Nicky's behalf, but Nicky will forgive him for it.

It makes Joe hate Booker even more.

“Your God is the vengeful one,” Joe accuses suddenly, hating himself even as the words fall from his lips. “Allah would never seek to add more suffering to this world, but your god should have filled you with His righteous fury.”

It was supposed to be an accusation, but Joe regrets it too much before he even speaks it to have managed to make the words come out with any barbs.

Instead it’s made a few tears squeeze out from the corners of his eyes.

“There is no righteousness in fury,” Nicky says, pulling the last dregs of wind from Joe’s sails with the simple and beautiful eloquence of the Divine.

Joe trembles, hands in fists, wishing he had Booker’s nose to break instead of just his own poor heart as Nicolò meets his gaze, unwavering.

“You and I have grown passed the banalities of organized religion, poorly built by broken men,” Nicky states eventually. “We fall back on scripture only when the doubt is fierce enough to quench the fire of our souls, but our souls are not like charcoal. We are not done burning once our fire has been made damp. The spark will reignite again, eventually, and we have our sure salvation in that we are blessed with time enough secured to wait until it does.”

“He killed Andy,” Yusuf wails, the only ember of his pain left burning.

At this, Nicky hardens— leans a fraction of an inch away.

To Yusuf, that fraction feels like miles and eternities.

“No, Yusuf. He did not,” Nicky states surely. “He shot her, fully expecting that she’d heal. Her time is her time, and it is not Booker’s Fate to bring her to it. Already, even having shot her, he did not stumble upon her time inadvertently. Even unaware that she could not heal, he did not introduce her to her Ferryman. All he tried to do was slow her down a little— In hope that he could somehow convince her if he explained.”

It’s a revelation to Joe, a reframing of the situation that actually matters.

It’s the difference between watching a sunrise through a window and seeing the full glory of it on the endless horizon of a jewel-toned desert.

Booker declared that he’d killed Andy.

He’d directly incited the wrath he believed he was due.

And Joe had given him his full fury for it.

Shame floods him, completely enough to snuff out the fury and turn it purely to despair.

“He still was willing to make me sacrifice you for his own pathetic reasons,” Joe says, feeling hollowed out and raw in a way he cannot fathom how to deal with. Just as he cannot fathom how the others have a depth of soul that can forgive such a heinous betrayal as Booker’s.

“I cannot forgive him,” Joe announces, “I cannot believe I will forgive him. Ever.”

“I’ll believe it for you,” Nicky supplies. “I’ll remind you who you are right now is not always all that you can be, and I will love every version of you I meet between this version and the one I know will come eventually— the one who will forgive his brother.”

Yusuf crumbles. His Nicolò still does not embrace him, but his soft smile props Joe up as steady as any arm might do.

“I hate him, Nicky,” Yusuf says, shuddering as he exorcises the vile sentiment from his soul. His voice is hardly strong enough to call a whimper. “I hate him more than I have ever hated anything, than I have ever hated you. I cannot breathe, I hate him so.”

“This will not kill you,” Nicky declares, “Your death is mine.”

It’s an old promise between them, sometimes an oath of self-righteous possession, from they each believed it was their Fate to kill the other, and sometimes it's a promise of a deep despair at the potential of the Veil dividing them.

Today, it makes Joe feel invincible— something he’d forgotten that he was.

He gives Nicky his own weak smile.

“My death is yours,” he says. Yusuf will never leave Nicky unless Nicky lets him go, Allah could not mean for them to be apart unless Nicky could truly bear it. And vice versa.

“As yours is mine,” Joe finishes.

Nicky offers Joe his hand and, together, they go back inside.

- - - - -

NEXT TIME: It’s NILE’s turn to try to find some sense in this chaos!

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Necropolis. (Sweet Pea x Reader)

Summary: Vampire AU. When Y/N finds a bleeding Sweet Pea, she doesn’t expect to find herself falling in love with a human.

Word Count: 2,438

Gif Not Mine. Requests Are Open!

Warnings: Blood, swearing

Usually my job is peaceful and the majority of the time, I am left alone. Though tonight some insolent human has decided to take it upon themselves to piss me off. To make my job harder. Setting down my bottle of whiskey, I follow the strong scent of blood. Doing my best to ignore the growls of hunger I feel in the pit of my stomach, I edge closer. My eyes scan the darkness, trying to track down the person that my nose seems to have picked up. If it weren't for the small grunting noises, I doubt I would have been able to see him. Dressed in all black, a boy sits hunched over underneath the large willow tree. Normally, I would be quick to rid the graveyard of a curious human but for some reason I can't bring myself to tell him to leave. Instead I find myself inching closer. Trying to fulfil my own curiosity. He hisses slightly, moving his rather large hand. Warm, thick blood drips between his fingers and I find my mouth watering at the sight. Licking my lips, I realise that this boy needs help. That I should help him rather than let him greet death. "Hey, I'm here to help you." I whisper, shyly placing my hand on his leather clad shoulder. He looks shocked to see me, possibly due to the fact that we are both in the middle of a graveyard in the dead of night. Despite his shock he makes no attempt to argue when I offer him help. Gripping his jacket, I do my best to pull him to his feet. However, this turns out to be a lot harder than I originally planned as the male seems to be a lot taller than he looks. Fortunately he can still carry his own weight, so only need to keep hold of his hand as we begin to walk over to the mausoleum. His steps are slow and each time he winces in pain, I feel a pang of hurt pulse through me. It's as though I'm hurting because I have to see him in pain. Upon reaching the stone building, I make sure that he lays down on the top of the coffin that stands in the centre of the room. Not wanting to risk him collapsing on to the ground. When I finally manage to get a look at him in the candle light, I immediately spot the blood seeping from beneath his shirt. The boy looks at me nervously, raising his shirt so that I am able to take a look at the wound. Before I get chance to begin patching him up I see his eyes flicker closed and I instantly feel panicked. He cannot die, I have to make sure of that. The gash on his side is deep and it's clear he needs medical attention quickly. As fast as physically possible, I stitch up the wound, dabbing at the blood with a cloth. The red liquid stains my fingers and the overwhelming urge to drink becomes almost unstoppable and I find myself sucking on my fingers eagerly. Glancing over at the boy, I notice the small details I was unable to see clearly in the dark. The small scar beneath his right eye, the softness of his lips, the delicacy of his skin. In his slumber he looks almost angelic. Deciding he needs his rest I exit the building and take my seat on the steps. Sipping from the bottle of whiskey I left previously. I watch the sunrise as it begins peaking out from behind the long row of trees at the opposite end of the graveyard. This is undoubtedly the highlight of my job. Listening to the birds singing as they wake up and watching the soft glow of the morning light. It reminds me of all the beauty the world has to offer. My head tilts back to see the boy still peacefully asleep on top of the coffin. Clearly his exhaustion has caught up and now he is regaining his energy. Entering the mausoleum, I drop the now empty whiskey bottle in the recycling bin by the door and make my way over to the elegant record player that I keep in the corner. I play my old Ronettes album, quietly humming along to the tune of Walkin' In The Rain. Out of all the bands and musicians I have witnessed live, the Ronettes were undoubtedly the best. Closely followed by Queen. A soft grumbling sound catches my attention and I realise that the boy is trying to sit himself upright. Possibly questioning where on earth he is and how he ended up here. I make my presence known by gently tapping his shoulder and smiling softly at him. "You were there last night." He mutters, almost as though he is trying to work out what actually happened. Most likely suffering from temporary amnesia. "I fixed up your side for you. It'll be a pain in the ass for a while but you're as good as new." I tell him, nodding towards the injury beneath his ribs. He smiles shyly at me when he realises that he was injured. The slight tinge of red tells me that he is embarrassed. Not used to having people help him, he seems like the type to tough things out. To be independent. Not that there is anything wrong with independence. Though sometimes it is now to have somebody to rely on. Somebody to care. "Thank you. Really, you didn't have to." Furrowing my brow, confusion fills my body. What does he mean I didn't have to? Of course I did, if I didn't then he wouldn't be alive. Within days his family would be planning a funeral. A funeral nobody expected nor wanted. They would be mourning the death of a teenage boy that had his whole life ahead of him. If I had simply left him to die then that would have stayed on my conscience for eternity. I had to help for my own sanity if nothing else. "What were you doing in the graveyard anyway? Do you live here?" He asks, glancing around at the furniture placed in the mausoleum. Now it's my turn to feel embarrassed, I rub the back of my neck nervously. Eyes scanning the room to make sure that nothing is out of place. Looking back at the boy, I notice genuine interest in my answer. He sits patiently, eyes shining bright as we stay silent for a few moments. "Yeah. I like it here, it's comforting." I admit, I mean technically it's not a lie. He smiles for a moment, silently taking in everything around him. I understand why. It's not everyday that you meet somebody that lives in the middle of a graveyard, but somebody has to live there. That somebody just happens to be me. "I'm Sweet Pea. I don't suppose there is any chance you'll be attending Riverdale High School?" He asks, voice almost hopeful at the idea. As much as I don't want to let him down, I've done the whole high school thing. Several times at that. Each time I thought it would be different, but alas it was always the same. Half of my high school career was spent hiding away from the kids that would taunt me daily. I believe it's fair to say I don't exactly have the fondest memories of high school. "No. I'm home-schooled." Lies. All lies. I feel guilty. An emotion I haven't exactly felt for a long time. Then again, this is the most interaction I have had with anybody for a long time. It almost makes me miss the social situations I used to find myself in. Though I suppose those days are far behind me. "You must be real lonely then. Do you have any friends at all?" He asks, the question ringing through my head. His words, although never intended maliciously reminded me of high school. The second time around. Pushed to the ground, I was repeatedly stomped on whilst being asked that very same question. If I had any tears to cry, no doubt they would be streaming down my face by now. "Not really, but it's not a big deal. I quite like being alone." I tell him, genuinely being honest with him. "I'll be your friend. If you want? We can hang out and I can take you to all my favourite places. We could even go catch a movie, if that's your thing. Only if you want to though, no pressure or anything." I watch as his eyes light up when he talks, excited at the idea of haning out with me. Nobody has ever reacted that way to the idea of spending time with me. Usually it's is regarded as more of a punishment to be in my presence. "Sure. I'd like that." Sweet Pea diverts his attention towards the front of the building, noticing the morning sun. A small frown appears on his face, yet disappears within seconds. So fast that I almost didn't catch it. He pulls himself off the coffin, holding on to his side carefully. Taking care to not hurt it anymore. The tall boy slowly inches towards the door. Small sounds of pain leave his mouth with each step but he does his best to silence them. "I've got school today, but I can swing by afterwards." Sweet Pea tells me, looking over his shoulder to see my reaction. I nod my head, a smile on my face. Sweet Pea takes that as his answer and trudges down the steps and out into the graveyard. Leaning against the doorframe, I watch him silently as he closes the metal gate. Perhaps this could be my first genuine friendship? Shaking my head, I rid my mind off the thought, not wanting to get ahead of myself. *** Pink and orange hues stain the sky, creating the most ravishing sight as I start my duties for the night. I make my way through the graveyard, stepping over each grave with care. Not wanting to disrespect the dead. I make sure each headstone is in tact, no chance of escapees. It happens, sometimes the dead simply don't want to rest. By the time I make it back to the mausoleum, I see a figure sitting on the steps. The worn leather jacket and matching dark clothes instantly tells me that it's Sweet Pea. He has a cigarette between his lips, doing his best to light it despite the breeze. "That's not going to work." I state, watching as he continues to struggle. My comment doesn't stop him, instead he tries even harder. Almost as though he is trying to prove me wrong. We stay like this for a few minutes. Me simply watching him try and continuously fail. Finally he gives up and slumps down in defeat. "Just go inside. It'll make things a lot easier." He looks surprised at my statement yet follows me inside anyway. Hesitantly he lights the cigarette, awkwardly looking down at his feet when it lights the first time. I smile triumphantly knowing that I proved him wrong. However, he still looks uncomfortable. Eyes not meeting mine. "You know it's not polite to smoke in people's homes right?" Sweet Pea asks, taking a seat on the battered leather couch in the corner of the room. I'm confused by his question. Since when was this rule made? How was I unaware of it? Smoking has never been that much of a big deal yet now it's considered rude to smoke in people's homes? Sweet Pea notices my confusion and begins to laugh heartily. "Smoking used to be common courtesy when going to somebody's home. In fact the host would most likely offer guests a smoke. Cigars were first but after the popularity of cigarettes, many homes stocked up. Making sure to have enough for guests for whatever the occasion." I say, causing Sweet Pea to stop laughing and instead look at me with raised eyebrows. "You like history?" He asks, clearly not expecting me to know so much about such a trivial topic. "You could say that." Sweet Pea shrugs off his leather jacket, revealing a simple black tee. I know I shouldn't be staring but I just can't seem to help myself. The skin on his arms looks so soft and smooth. His top is tight around his muscles, accentuating them even more. The colour in his skin contrasts mine. His shows lift and mine death. "I still don't know your name." He points out as I walk over to my makeshift kitchen. Grabbing two bottles of whiskey and making my way back to the sofa, I carefully perch myself next to him. As though I'm a guest in his home not the other way around. He takes the glass bottle gratefully, unscrewing the lid with ease. Even his smallest movements are enough to make me swoon. "It's Y/N." I state, for some reason I'm nervous for his reaction. What if he doesn't like my name? What if he thinks it's weird? What if he makes fun of me for it? I mean, it's not as cool as the name Sweet Pea. "Cute. It suits you." When he speaks, there's a small laugh in his voice. Making him look far less dangerous than he appears. It shows a softer side. Presumably one that he likes to keep to himself. After all, by the looks of him he has to keep up his bad boy reputation. "So are we going to go out then?" He asks, holding his hand out for me as he lifts himself off the sofa. Nodding my head, I gently take his hand. The skin rough beneath my palm, clearly used to manual labour. His hands are a lot larger than they actually seem and almost devour mine. Warmth radiates from his fingers as they intertwine with mine and it's strange to say the least. It's fair to say I haven't exactly felt any sort of heat in a long time. The sensation is unfamiliar but not unwelcome. Sweet Pea excitedly tugs me towards the gates of the graveyard. Obviously pleased that I agreed to let him take me somewhere. I know that I should be doing my job, and I know that if I leave the graveyard now then the council will be pissed. Yet I can't seem to stop myself. As the giant in front of me strides ahead I happily follow along. Yearning to see where this adventure will take me.

#sweet pea #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x reader #vampire au #vampire #vampire alternative universe #riverdale #riverdale imagine #southside #serpents #southside serpents #northside #blood #fluff #cute #love #angst?

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Titans prompt request #3

Sure. Hope you enjoy this. (Sorry it took so long, blame my muse). As always, please feel free to comment/like/reblog if you enjoyed.

3. “Take off your shirt”

Kory stretches her arms above her head as she slowly rousesherself up from the deep slumber she’d been in only minutes ago. Sunlight streamsinto the bedroom and casts a yellow-orange hue across the room that manages towarm her up from the inside out, from outside the window birds chirp noisilyand it makes her lips curl upwards into a soft, appreciative smile. Doing whatthey do can get disheartening sometimes, especially having to deal repeatedlywith the same misguidedness and cruelty of villains who swear they’re all just sounique, so moments of blissful simplicity are moments that she never takes forgranted.

She can’t say the same for her partner though, whose side ofthe bed is long gone cold telling her he’s been absent for quite a while. It’snothing she isn’t used to, him waking up early when his thoughts won’t leavehim be, but it still rankles her that on a Saturday morning she’s left loungingin bed by herself when what she really wants is some company. Reluctantly Koryheaves a sigh and rises up from the comfort of the bed, quickly finding one ofDick’s oversized shirts to cover her naked form with before making her way outof the room.

As is expected she finds him sitting on a high stool at the blackand white kitchen island, wearing a pair of grey sweats and a white t-shirt, hisblack hair adorably mussed from sleep and his body held fraught with tension ashe types furiously away at his laptop keys. Kory can’t see his face from whereshe’s standing, but she’s pretty sure she already knows his expression: browsfurrowed in concentration, lips down-turned into a frown.

Dick’s so preoccupied by his work that he doesn’t noticeKory’s presence until she’s pressing herself against his back and wrapping herarms loosely around his waist, her chin coming down to rest lightly on hisshoulder. The effect she has on him is almost instantaneous, the way his bodyloosens just a fraction and he leans back into her. The action speaks ofsomething more that neither of them are quite ready to voice yet, she thinks.

“How long have you been out here?” She asks carefully,softly, trying not to let the words sound too accusing. The last thing shewants to do is push him away.

He hums distractedly, tilting his head to the side so he cansneak a quick glance at her. “Uh, not that long. An hour, maybe?”

Kory narrows her eyes suspiciously at his response,something about the way he phrased that makes her think he’s been out hereworking way longer than just an hour, but she decides to let it go.

“Can I help?” She says instead, lifting her chin from hisshoulder and dropping a kiss through his shirt, then to the crook of his neck.

Dick’s fingers flittering across the keyboard pause inmid-air for a brief second and Kory hears him inhale sharply. “Yes,” hereplies, resuming his typing as if the few seconds of stillness hadn’t evenhappened. “Stop distracting me.”

A wide grin spreads across Kory’s face and she hides halfher face into his shoulder, suppressing the rising giggle that threatens tospill out from her lips. “Sorry,” she murmurs against the thin material on hisback, although she’s anything but.

Dick lets out a loud, incredulous snort that’s filled withnothing but amusement. Clearly he’s not buying her apology either.

A comfortable silence settles over the both of them, thesounds of his typing and their breathing filling the air. It’s such a relaxingatmosphere that Kory feels her eyes falling shut once more and her breathsslowing as she’s lulled by the promise of sleep, but then she feels the tensionslowly return to Dick’s body and it sends alarm signals through her.

Lifting her head up from where it had been resting onlyseconds ago on his shoulder, Kory’s words come out anxious and concerned. “Whatis it?”

He shakes his head, his jaw clenching and unclenchingrepeatedly before he responds in a low murmur. “Nothing, it’s nothing, justwork.”

A heavy sigh falls from her mouth. She hates seeing him likethis, clammed up with pent up tension that prevents him from truly being ableto unwind. But then, she figures, that might be what she’s here for, to helphim learn how to step away every now and then. At the sudden revelation Koryunwinds her hands from his waist and moves out from behind him - ignoring theway his head instantly turns and his questioning gaze tries to seek her out.

“Kory, what – ”

She shushes him quickly and instead of offering anexplanation for what she’s doing, reaches for his laptop and closes it shut - notbefore saving the documents he was working on. Only then does she turn towardshim, meeting his curious expression with an innocent smile that warns of somethingplayful.

“Take off your shirt.”

Dick blinks once, then twice, an annoyingly cute frown crossinghis face as he tries to figure out whether or not he heard her instructioncorrectly, or possibly try and work out why she’d randomly make such a request.Damn him for being so irresistible even when he’s not trying. What a dick.

“Huh?”

Kory rolls her eyes fondly before raising both her brows athim. “I know you have great hearing,” is all she says. The smile on her faceonly gets wider as Dick rolls his own eyes and grumbles something under hisbreath that Kory misses, or that she chooses to ignore out of the goodness ofher heart, before pulling off his shirt and playfully tossing it over to theside where she’s standing.

“Your Highness…”

She snorts most unladylike as she catches his falling shirtand places it on the marble white countertop, a playful glint to her eyes asshe says, “I could have you thrown in the dungeons for that.”

“Uh huh,” is all Dick says, incredulous, like he knows thateven if she could, she wouldn’t.

Kory loves it, the thrill this game they play incites withinher, the pulling and tugging that is their whole relationship.

In answer she places her hands lightly on both hisshoulders, stepping back behind him so that she can place a kiss on the outershell of his ear and then trail soft kisses down the crook of his neck and murmuragainst the heat of his skin, “just trust me, please.” She doesn’t really waitfor an answer before she starts, but the sharp intake of breath and the faintnod of his head are good signs of approval if any.

Kory’s hands work out the knots in his shoulders first, her fingersdigging into and then releasing his skin as her touch draws out pleasurable moansfrom him that come from grateful relief. It spurs her on as she slides herhands further down the wide expanse of his back, her fingers gliding over themany scars and bumps eternally imprinted on his skin as she continues to work athis aching muscles. Kory relishes moments like these, where her touch causessweet sounds to fall from his mouth, it’s like nectar to a bee.

She’s not sure how long it goes on for, but eventually hermovements come to a natural stop and just as it does Dick mutters out, his voicelow and hoarse. “Fuck, Kory.”

Before she can even open her mouth to offer some smug andwitty comeback, Dick’s off the stool and sweeping her feet off the ground in abridal carry. Delighted laughter accompanies them all the way back to theirbedroom.

// end

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Cinnamon and fairy dust | Final

• Pairing: elf!Jungkook x Taehyung • Genre: Fluff (with a little bit of angst) | elf!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 5,6k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue • Disclaimer: mentioning of violence / smut

↳ There are no things such as fairy tales, magical reindeers that could fly, fairies and Christmas elves - at least Taehyung believed so. But everything was about to change, when Jungkook offered him shelter from a snowstorm and a sweet, hot cocoa, wondering about the boy who hated Christmas so much. Nothing that a bit of fairy dust couldn’t fix, right?

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It almost felt like Yoongi was back to zero with Jungkook. He was staying every night with the younger, to make sure he was okay. That he wasn’t going crazy, because of the pain and that someone was there to hold him each time it would get too much. Jungkook was working all day, then crying at night until he fell asleep in Yoongi’s arms.

The fairy was soothing over Jungkook’s hair softly, just like he was used to it by now. He was the one protecting him. And he had failed, thinking that Taehyung was different maybe. It made no sense to him. Absolutely no fucking sense. It hadn’t seemed like Tae had been playing with the younger. He had always been so careful, so gentle. There were a few other fairies flying around, who were bringing Jungkook some fairy dust. Their eyes worried, when they saw how sad Jungkook was and how much energy it cost him to hold himself up. One was flying right over to them, sitting itself onto the elf’s shoulder. She was cocking her little head and looking upwards to Jungkook’s face. “Why are you so sad, Jungkook?”

The elf sighed deeply, trying to put on a smile. “You wouldn’t understand, little one. Or... maybe you would but... I really don't want to talk about this right now.” He shrugged his shoulder apologetically, almost making her tumble off in the process. “Sorry.” His smile turned sheepish but more real. Still his eyes remained sad. he couldn't remember the last time that he had been actually happy.

“Why wouldn’t I understand, Jungkookie?” She asked, walking up his shoulder, when the younger sat up a little and held out his palm for her to sit on. It was nicer to talk like this. “Is it because Taehyung hadn’t been around the past weeks? We miss you two. You haven’t been visiting us for so long…,” She pursed her lips a little, seeing the hurt in Jungkook’s eyes, “Is he gone?” Looking at Yoongi, who was looking stiff as a board, when she had said the human’s name, she turned back to Jungkook. “He will come back, right? He loves you and he promised to bring sweets from the city!” She said with a hopeful smile and hid a giggle behind her hand, “I like the human.”

“Yeah, I like him too.” Jungkook tried not to ruin her mood. “I don’t know when he will come back. Or if he will do that at all. He doesn’t like this town and I’m sure he will be happy in the city. So, there’s nothing really that he would need to come back for. Humans aren’t like us, little one. They don’t love eternally. He might fall in love with someone else the next day or the next week and then he will have forgotten about me. I know how they are, I... I knew before. But still... I fell for him.” He sighed deeply. “I’m a silly person, am I not? For knowing my chances and then doing it anyway. Just because of hope. Sometimes I think the stories are true. That the last thing in pandora’s box, the worst and most cruel evil ... was hope. Because it makes you do stupid things like follow your heart even though you should know better.”

She shook her head in disbelief, looking at Jungkook closely, “What makes you think that he left you? That he will fall in love with someone else? Did he say that?” The fairy took her long hair to the side, letting her little fingers rake through it, while she was looking at the elf with big eyes, “I only saw love in his eyes, Jungkook. So why would he leave you and tell us that he wants to come back…you know when he was building our new home with us…he told us how he wanted to make one for you, too. He’s not just any human, Jungkook.” She got up and put her hands on her waist, “You aren’t happy here, too right? You had only accepted it here because it was safe.”

“Because it was safe and because you found homes here! I won’t ever leave you behind! You’re my family. I would miss you way too much to ever be happy without you. And the city isn’t a place for you. Neither is it for me. I need greens and flowers and plants to be healthy and happy too. So, no matter where we are together Tae and I, one of us would always be unhappy. That’s not how it should be right? And of course, I don’t trust him to come back. If he had planned to come back then he would have told me sooner that he was leaving, don’t you think? If he cared about my heart, he wouldn’t have broken it so easily.”

“But this isn’t about us but about you!” The fairy said, crossing her arms in front of her chest, “If he cared…would he have baked all night for you? When he’s actually a terrible baker? Never told anyone your secret? Made sure you were safe at all times? Bring you to bed when your exhaustion took over? Made sure we had a new home, while you could still do your job,” She sighed, “He made one mistake of not telling you right away and you blame that he doesn’t love you because of that? That seems pretty unfair to me, Jungkookie. Maybe Tae was scared, too? Tell me that he didn’t give you anything that made sure you would know that he would come back. When he left…what exactly did he say, hm?”

Jungkook shook his head harshly, almost shaking the fairy right off of him. “Just stop it! I don’t want to remember! Yoongi told me he would leave, and he did. I should have listened to Yoongi before. I can’t turn back time but I’m going to listen to him now. That’s the least I can do.”

The fairy looked at Yoongi accusingly, turning towards him, while she was biting her lip anxiously. “But even you said Tae was different,” She was talking to Yoongi quietly, before looking at Jungkook again. Flying over to the elf, she caressed Jungkook’s cheek.

“I am sorry, Jungkookie…but I won’t let you die because of a broken heart and if you’re not doing anything, then I will!” She said with determinacy and flew away from Jungkook a little, “Because I don’t think Tae would have left you like this.”

Yoongi huffed indignantly. “Well, that was before I knew that the human had sex with him.” The comment was hushed and bitter and he hoped that Jungkook hadn’t heard.

His heart ached for Kookie every time he thought of it of how casually Taehyung must have sent the elf into damnation. Humans didn’t care. They didn’t know a thing about values and loyalty and trust. They were selfish little creatures, thinking that the universe revolves around them because they were the ‘evolved’ race who could built 3D Printers and their own robotic devices. But in the end, they were still animalistic creatures, driven by instinct and want and their deepest desires that stemmed from rudimentary patterns that their cell matter had learned to react to thousands of years ago.

But that wasn’t the way Taehyung was, at least that’s what the fairy thought. This couldn’t be it. She was flying up a little, staring accusingly at Yoongi before her gaze went soft when she was looking back at Jungkook again. If Jungkook wouldn’t do anything, then she would. She had heard of elves dying of a broken heart before, she couldn’t let that happen to him. Looking around, she was worrying her bottom lip, trying to find anything that could help her to make this right. To make Jungkook see that going after what his heart longed for would be the right choice. Then she found it. Tae’s little box. The one he had prepared and gifted to him before Christmas. A sudden beeping sound made her fly right up to it. “I knew it!” She said, lifted the heavy lid and looked at the drawings and what seemed to be a mobile phone. With a little kick of her foot, she send the box flying down the cupboard and right onto the floor, making the drawings fly everywhere and the phone tumble right in front of Jungkook.

“Hey!” Jungkook jumped to his feet when there were papers and stuff flying everywhere “What was that for? Don’t be stupid now, throwing a tantrum won’t really make me believe you any more than...” He stopped when he saw what exactly the fairy had thrown off the shelf and his face contorted into a painful expression. “Why... why would you do that? Stop messing with me, please, I’m struggling enough...” Another uncomfortably high signal of the phone made Jungkook clasp his palm over his ears. “What’s this?”

The fairy didn’t care about what Jungkook said right now, instead she was flying to push one end of the accumulator into a socket, before she pushed the thin end into the phone. Flying up, she landed with one foot on the little symbol that would start up the phone again and keep it from making these uncomfortable noises. “This…is what Tae gave you right? How you can keep in contact with him? That’s what he told you, right?” She said a little out of breath and added quietly, “I knew he wouldn’t leave you like this.” It didn’t take long until it lit up and was vibrating repeatedly to show all the unanswered calls and messages. Typing away with her little feet, she started the last message on Jungkook’s answering machine and suddenly Taehyung’s voice was echoing through the room, sounding broken and tired.

“Hey…ehm…okay, I guess I get it…you don’t want to talk to me anymore,” Taehyung’s voice said, “I’m probably pathetic for still calling you, even though I know you’re ignoring my messages and my calls. I just…I found a new apartment. It’s a bit outside of the city. It’s quite nice. Yeah…I still work at the art gallery though and it’s crazy how many people come by. You’re probably working a lot, too.” There’s was an awkward silence and you could hear Taehyung taking a deep breath, “Why aren’t you answering me, Jungkook? Did I do something wrong? Please…I miss you,” Then the message broke off and the little fairy clasped her hands over her mouth, looking at Jungkook with wide eyes.

Jungkook froze when he heard Taehyung's voice. He wanted to shut his eyes and shield his ears from it but at the same time he ached for every word that Tae spoke. his soft voice, the images it evoked. How could you dread and love something at the same time? He didn’t really get what Taehyung was talking about - just that he had found himself an apartment. But why was he telling him that? Of course, he would find an apartment sooner or later. Did he want Jungkook to be happy for him now? Was he supposed to say, ‘Congrats for getting a home so far away from me?”

The fairy looked at Jungkook and then back at the phone. With another push of her feet, she opened the tons of short messages and pictures Taehyung had send Jungkook, each of them getting more desperate the longer the elf hadn’t been answering Tae, before she turned the device towards the elf. “Look,” She said quietly, “Do you still think he wanted to leave you?”

...

Taehyung finally stepped out of the museum, looking up at the dark, grey sky, while he brought his jacket a little closer around his body. He breathed out a sigh. Another dreadfully long day was finally over. He was bone weary from the long day, but the brisk, cold night air invigorated him for the walk home. Unless the weather was terrible, Taehyung always walked to the bus station after work, finding the quiet time a way to unwind from the day’s events. Or the one’s from the past weeks.

Jungkook still hadn’t answered any of his calls or messages and Taehyung had given up on it. Biting his lip, he turned to cross the street, his head hanging low. It was obvious that Jungkook didn’t want anything to do with him anymore, but no matter what Taehyung tried, he couldn’t figure out a reason why. Didn’t he love him enough? Was it all a game in the end? He wasn’t even sure if it would be useful if he tried to visit Jungkook. Maybe try and talk to him in person? It couldn’t all been a lie, right? Raking his hand through his hair, Taehyung breathed in the cold air. He rolled his shoulders back, looking up at the night sky, when he waited for the bus to arrive. Tae had to sell his car for the new apartment. It was way bigger and apartments so close by the forest and still being close enough to the city were always quite expensive. After a fifty minute drive, he stepped out of the vehicle again and walked ahead. Was he really that dumb to buy an apartment, risking his own safety and insurance to risk being with the one he loved? That apparently didn’t want anything to do with him? Taehyung chuckled low, when a sudden smell of cinnamon filled his nostril pleasurably. Only seconds after he whined quietly. He loved the smell. Oh, how much he did.

Looking up at the sign of the bakery, he furrowed his brows, taking a step aside when some people came out of the shop. He hadn’t seen this bakery around. It must have been new. The smell so inviting that he couldn’t help but step in. Maybe he could find something that at least soothed the pain in his heart a little bit. Even if the memories it evoked only made it worse in the end.

Taehyung stepped inside, letting the warmth soak into his body and the smell embrace him. He smiled faintly. Everything about this screamed Jungkook. Keeping his head low, he walked up to the counter to look at the few things that were still there, since it was getting late and the shop would probably close soon. There were still a few people around and Taehyung waited patiently, looking outside the window, while he was somewhere else with his thoughts. Only when he heard the voice of the baker, asking him what Taehyung wanted, he pointed at some cinnamon buns. “Two of these, plea-,” His voice suddenly broke off, when not only he registered the voice as something familiar but also the pair of eyes that were staring right back at him. Jungkook’s name was barely a whisper on Taehyung’s lips.

Jungkook was nervous. Working in a bakery together with so many people was totally different from being on his own all the time. It had its benefits but also some downsides. Like that he was supposed to wear some kind of white cap to cover his hair but it would have uncovered his ears, so he had been in a really awful situation - luckily it was nothing a little fairy magic couldn’t fix. Suddenly the owner was way more open to his suggestion of not wearing a cap and instead just taking care of it himself. He had been a little nervous how his colleagues would react to him being the only exception but when they noticed that he was uncomfortable talking about it and that he wasn't a rebellious person in general they let it slide. All in all, it was better than Jungkook had feared.

It had been surprisingly easy to get a job in the city. Jungkook had thought that he would be completely overwhelmed with having to come up with a backstory and maybe fake some papers and he was hating the thought of having to lie so much just to get work - but one of the bakers, the one he was working for now had just asked him why he would give up his own bakery to work for someone else.

“For love,” Jungkook had answered, honest and a little bit sad because he started to miss the trees already. The baker however had smiled knowingly and then asked if he had time for a little practical test.

Jungkook had nodded and then made what the other had asked, told him his favorite muffin recipe, create something of flaky pastry and then watch over the last baking sheet full of cake pops and cookies that was still in the oven. When Jungkook was done the man asked him to come back tomorrow morning - to start working. Jungkook had been immensely happy - until he remembered that he would be sleeping on a bench in the park tonight again. But he wanted to surprise Tae. Only when he had a job and could take care of himself only then would he ask him if he could maybe stay with him in his apartment. The truth was he was also a little worried how Tae would react to hear that he hadn’t answered his calls because he’s had the phone on silent, hadn’t known how to handle it and had been too ashamed to phone him when the little fairy had made him notice all the unanswered messages and calls.

Apparently, life wanted to give him a nudge in the right direction though because before he had even finished his first week there he was, standing in front of him as if it was the most natural thing for him to do, going into bakeries and staring longingly at their sweets. With his heart pounding and with a smile so big it almost hurt his cheeks he asked him if he could help him with anything.

Taehyung stumbled back a step, so he could look at Jungkook more thoroughly. Then he shook his head, blinking his eyes a few times to see if his mind wasn’t starting to play tricks on him. “Jungkook?” He asked carefully. Taehyung couldn’t feel his hands shaking, his heart beating into overdrive. “What…what are you,” He choked up the words, feeling utterly confused and stunned, “doing here?”

Taehyung looked at him as if he had seen a ghost and Jungkook started to get fidgety from nerves, so he started wiping the countertop. “I’m... mostly I’m making dough and pastry, but I also prepare bread and rolls,” He answered to buy himself a little time. Of course, he knew that Tae hadn’t meant what specifically he made in the bakery but rather how he got here. In his head it had sounded perfectly okay but now that he was about to say it ‘I followed you into the city because you own my heart and I love you and I miss you way too much to stay away from you’ sounded horribly cheesy.

“No, yes, I mean…I see that,” Taehyung said looking at Jungkook with furrowed brows. “But…what are you doing here…,” He bit his lip hard, casting his eyes down before he spoke again, “Why didn’t you…answer me? Don’t play with me, please.” The last words were barely a whisper, his heart aching badly. Taehyung had longed for Jungkook for so long now and only got ignored. He wasn’t sure what had happened or why he was here now and if Jungkook was playing some games with him. Tae had given up so much and Jungkook would have never known. Quickly Taehyung wiped away a tear that fell onto his cheek, before he gathered himself again, coughing a little awkwardly.

His detailed and very thorough explanation that he had prepared that would not make him look like a total doofus that had no idea about technic was cut drastically short when he saw that Tae was hurting. He didn’t want to be the cause of that for one second longer.

“I didn’t know that I had to unmute the phone you gave me so I thought you weren’t calling and instead of looking at it nonetheless just to be sure I was pouting and ignoring it because... because I thought you wouldn’t come back for me,” He spluttered, a little too fast and a little too loud and a little too nervous for it to come off as casual.

“But I told you…many times that I will,” Taehyung said and shook his head, “What did I do to make you feel like I didn’t love you?” He stared at the younger, his chest heaving heavily with every breath he took. “I said I would come back…why didn’t you believe me?”

“Because... you left me in the first place. And it hurt so much that I got scared,” He answered truthfully. His colleagues started noticing that he was talking to the same “customer” without selling anything, so he grabbed a bag and pretended to get it ready for whatever Tae wanted to buy.

“But it’s not like I had much of a choice, Jungkook,” Taehyung sighed, “But that didn’t mean that I would have wanted to leave you. I wanted to stay with you nonetheless.” Looking down at his feet, Taehyung shrugged his shoulders, speaking quietly, “I wanted to take you with me. I bought a new apartment…it’s like a studio one, with a big conservatory and…I even build little houses.” Taehyung couldn’t hide the sadness and pain, still not understanding why Jungkook was here in the first place. He took the bag with the cinnamon buns from Jungkook and paid him. “I wanted it to be perfect for you,” Taehyung said quietly, before the next customer was already pushing him aside and he stumbled a little.

To him it was the act that counted and no matter what Tae would have preferred or wanted or liked to do he had still left. “But I am here now,” He answered him, sad about the fact that Tae let his hurt pride keep him from moving forward. He wasn't going anywhere though. He was working her now and when Tae was ready then he could come back, and they could talk.

“Yeah,” Taehyung looked at Jungkook with a faint smile, “You are…I’m happy that you are.” He finally said and gulped down the heavy lump that made it so hard for him to speak. He had missed Jungkook so much. It took all off his strength not to jump over the counter and kiss the elf, but Taehyung was still taken back. “I really am,” He nodded, not sure if he should get going or stay. He was just so confused about everything right now, “So, what now?“ Taehyung looked at the younger with hopeful eyes.

Jungkook gave the customer a smile, trying not to show that his attention was way more on Tae than on business right now. He was too immersed in trying to balance both his job and his heart to be shy, so he quickly asked Tae to meet him after work before the next customer in line could tell him what he wanted to get.

“Meet me after work, ok? I’ll get off at 8 pm so if you want you can pick me up? And we can talk? About us? Or the apartment? Or...” He got interrupted by the next customer who hurriedly ordered some pastries and cake roll and Jungkook quickly apologized for talking before giving Tae an apologetic look and giving him a silent nod and goodbye.

Taehyung nodded, getting out of the store with a stumble. He didn’t make it very far though, while he just walked around the block a little and then sat down on a bench that was right across of the bakery, waiting, while he anxiously bit his lip. His mind going crazy with all the possibilities, what it could mean for them, if Jungkook still loved him just like he still loved the other. Nervously, he took a bite from the cinnamon bun he had bought and sighed from the delicious taste. It was heaven, just like he remembered every baked good from Jungkook, only these were missing some fairy dust.

Jungkook pushed himself to his limits to be extra quick with cleaning up and preparing everything for the next day so that he could get out absolutely punctual and on time. He didn’t want to leave Tae waiting and risk that the other would maybe leave because he thought Jungkook wouldn’t be coming. But his worries were unfounded because he saw Tae sitting on a bench from afar and he didn’t look like he was about to go.

Deep in his thoughts, Taehyung giggled to himself, thinking about the fairies and wondering how they were doing, he didn’t realize it when Jungkook was standing in front of him. He jumped up, feeling awfully nervous and pointed towards the bench. With a nervous stutter he said, “You…we can just…we can sit here maybe?” He cringed at himself, rubbing his neck awkwardly, before Taehyung looked at Jungkook sheepishly.

Jungkook did as he was told, sitting shyly besides the human and swaying his legs back and forth to get rid of the tension in his body. He kept his eyes firmly downwards, not really sure what he should say and afraid of what Tae might tell him. So, none of them said anything for a while until the silence stretched uncomfortably.

Taehyung broke the silence first, “For how long have you been here, now?” He turned a little to the younger, his arm comfortably resting on the bench, seemingly relaxed when everything inside of him screamed.

“About a week I think. It was a bit hasty with coming here and applying for a job and trying to make sure that ...” He broke off, not wanting to mention Yoongi or how he had need to find a place with some greens for the fairy. Yoongi needed nature like Jungkook needed air. Or Tae.

“A week? Why didn’t you say something before?” Taehyung asked with wide eyes, not believing that he had been missing the younger so much and that he was so close the whole time. “Where do you live at the moment, Jungkookie? Do you have a safe place to be?” He asked right away. Tae needed to know Jungkook was safe, where he couldn’t possibly be exposed. The risk of working in a bakery with other people was a lot already. Tae didn’t want to even think about it. “And Yoongi is he with you? Are you guys somewhere safe?”

“Because I didn’t want to force you to let me stay with you and care for me. I wanted to find a job and provide for myself so that you wouldn’t take me back because you felt obliged to but because you want to.” It was the same reason he still hadn’t told Tae about him owning his heart. Besides the fact that it would probably feel strange to a non-fae-creature to grasp the concept. It was the literal realization of that ‘till death do us part” promise that humans gave during their wedding ceremony. “Yes, Yoongi’s with me. Not right now but in the city. Yeah, we’re safe.” Or safe-ish. They might sleep on a park bench, but they weren’t in immediate danger.

Taehyung chuckled low. Of course, he wanted to. Jungkook had been the one thing on his mind. The only reason he had given up so much already, so that the elf could stay with him. He looked at Jungkook with a faint smile.

“I always wanted to,” Taehyung almost whispered, gazing back at the elf with a soft expression. His heart beating loudly. He reached out his hand for Jungkook to take, before Taehyung stood up, “Let me show you something, please. Do you trust me?”

Jungkook nodded quickly, willing to take every kind of risk if it meant he had a chance at mending their relationship. He held onto Tae’s hand tightly, maybe a bit too tightly, but he didn’t want to let go or give Tae’s hand a chance to slip out of his grip by accident. He would take what he could get of intimacy.

Taehyung was leading the way, trying to hide how nervous he was looking back at Jungkook with a smile only to be focused on the street again. They were walking a little until they finally came by a house that looked like an old warehouse that was transformed into an apartment complex, right outside of the city. Around the complex you could see a beautiful lawn, studded with shrubs and adorned with flower-beds of different sizes and shapes, while if you walked around it you could even see a little pond with a weeping willow shading it which would be looking even more beautiful in the spring time but now that it was still winter, it all looked a bit bare. But you couldn’t see that, yet from the front. Taehyung opened the door, not letting go of Jungkook’s hand once and lead him upstairs to his apartment. Turning the key in the lock, Taehyung turned to Jungkook once more. “This…it was supposed to be for you,” Taehyung said, his voice almost not audible, “And the little ones.” He swung the door open and stepped inside, letting Jungkook in.

Taehyung’s apartment was a wide-open loft. One side of it was styled with only natural colored furniture, the kitchen open, while a little spiral staircase lead upstairs to the bedroom. The other side was looking like a conservatory, filled with the choicest plants and flowers, giving out a view over the back garden of the apartment complex. He had worked weeks on it, trying to make it as perfect as he could for Jungkook and the fairies.

Jungkook looked around with wide eyes and an open mouth, following Tae on autopilot as he was so immersed in the beauty that was Tae’s apartment. He wondered if Tae knew that the fairies loved willows (because you could play hide and seek between the branches, tie the flexible branches into beautiful braids and also make fairy nests out of them easily) or if it was a coincidence.

Taehyung was hanging his jacket on the wardrobe, before he got over to Jungkook. It took him awhile to find his voice again. “I…I sold my car and took a bit from my saving account…and thought that, we could…that,” Taehyung sighed deeply, before he quickly pointed at the little teapot in one corner of the conservatory. “I even got Yoongi a bigger one this time, so if he…wants to stay inside he can always come, look…” Tae pointed at the little window in one corner, “The guy who made this looked at me a little strangely when I asked him do to a little window in a window, so the fairies can sneak in and out whenever they want to and just unlock the little hook there.” Tae got right next to Jungkook to push him along a little with his hand on his back, as the younger seemed pretty much frozen. He pointed outside the glass window, “It’s not the biggest garden, but there are a lot of greens and stuff and you see that? I build a few houses, so that… I don’t know…every fairy is welcome. I don’t even know if they would have wanted to come but…maybe they want to see it as a summer house or something and visit us then, you know?” Taehyung was talking fast, feeling super anxious and nervous about what Jungkook would think of this all.

Taehyung had put so much thought in it. There was no way he was making this up on the spot. And Yoongi would absolutely love the teapot, Jungkook could almost see his eyes light up and how he would curl up inside like a content cat, demanding to be left alone so he could take a nap in it and test how perfect it is. Without realizing he teared up, so touched by Taehyung's way of taking care of him and his family. Only when the salty drops rolled down his cheek did he notice, wiping them away as quickly and unobtrusively as possible, hiding them as well as his blush before Tae could see.

“Is…is it too much?” Taehyung asked worriedly, noticing the silence and little soft sobs coming from the younger. “I just…” Taking a deep breath, Tae couldn’t stop but blurt out everything he felt for the younger. “I love you, okay? I don’t know what you did to me…but if it would be for you I’d even listen to only ‘Last Christmas’ for the rest of my life. I promised you something safe and I said I would come back to you,” He made Jungkook turn towards him, hooking a finger under his chin, “I never wanted to leave you, because somehow in a weird way…I belong to you and you…belong to me, right? So, if you want to stay…and if…” He choked a bit on his own words, “If I am still someone you want to be with, then please…stay with me. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

Jungkook didn’t have the words to tell Taehyung yes but he surely knew how else to show him that it wasn’t too much, that it was absolutely perfect, that this was what he wanted and that for Jungkook it wasn’t something he needed to think over. He knew that this was it, this was what people were searching for when they tried to fill the void within them. Taehyung filled his in just the right places. So, he wrapped his arms around Tae’s neck, right in the older’s personal space and kissed him with as much passion as he had within his aching heart.

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My first post on here. Hope y'all enjoy.

"Sometimes I think you act up just for this babe." Michael said with a tone of suspicion in his voice as he slid his strong hands around Tania's waist. She smirked mischievously. "Me? No daddy I would never." The sarcasm practically dripping from her mouth. She was staring at him, puppy dog eyes donned her cute face, as she slid her palms against his chest. How could he ever resist that face? That soft, vulnerable expression she displayed. She had complete control when she did that, and she knew it.

Michael grabbed her tight ass through her short skirt, pulling her close. He leaned forward, tongue first, as he French kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing feverishly in each others' mouths. No sooner than their kids had become intense, had Michael pulled his face away, spinning Tania to face the wall, pushing her against it and pinning her to the wall with his body. He lifted her curly hair up and began to kiss the back of her neck, sending the proverbial shivers down her spine. His tongue sneakily slid along her soft, caramel skin, occasionally biting on it gently. He shifted her hair to the right, so he could nibble and bite her left ear. Instinctively, her hips began to grind, her perfect ass pushed into his jeans, his dick steadily growing underneath.

He grabbed at her shoulders, hurriedly removing her jacket and tossing it aside. He swiftly followed by removing her top, then undoing her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Simultaneously, she was spun again, her skirt unzipped and falling to her ankles. Michael gripped her tight ass cheeks firmly, flexing his arms as he lifted her off the floor, wrapping her legs around his waist. They resumed the dance of their tongues, never breaking contact as he turned and walked over to the kitchen counter. Setting her pretty ass down, Michael commanded Tania to lift her legs, to which she duly obliged. Leaning forward, he put his head to her waist, taking the waistband of the black lace panties between his teeth, pulling them up over her thighs, past her knees and off her ankles.

Clad solely in her lace thigh highs , Tania sighed deeply as she watched her adonis remove his shirt, revealing that chiselled figure she loved and lusted after so much. Michael held her waist, positioning her at the very edge of the countertops. Tania impatiently undid his belt buckle and jeans, after which he allowed them to fall, stepping out of them, with his boxers soon following. There it was, that monster of a dick, veiny and pulsing, twitching at the owners view of her now soaked pussy.

Michael held her thighs, motioning to her to lean back. She did, her forearms propping her body up. Michael wasted no time, spreading her legs wide and diving headfirst into her sumptuous sex. "He's a fucking animal!" She thought, as he savagely devoured her pussy, his whole mouth and nose soaked in her juices. He sucked, licked, spit on it and licked again. She loved how nasty he was, letting her juices get caught in his thick beard. He munched and slurped loudly, french kissing her vagina like a man who had just seen his wife after war. Her legs now draped over his shoulders, she lay on her back, biting on her right index finger as her lover brought her closer and closer to her first orgasm of the night. She could feel it coming, first swelling like a choir rising to the final note of a sterling performance. Then, GUSH!!!! Her pussy exploded, juices flowing out like a waterfall, cascading Michael's chin like the steep sided rocks. Michael hungrily continued, riding the wave of her orgasm and lapping up her priceless nectar.

After what seemed like an eternity of climax, Tania's breathing returned to a semi normal state. She raised herself up to look at her chocolate man standing before her. He was magnificent in her eyes, how could she ever be mad at that?!

Her eyes lazily canvassed his body, her gaze setting on the lengthy chocolate bar dangling between his legs. Tania knew she had a sweet tooth, and at that moment, her cravings were too much to ignore. She slid herself from the countertop, getting on her knees in front of him. Her hands trembled with excitement as she took his dick in them. She was always fascinated by how big it was, joking to herself that this man must be half Amazonian. Both hands now at the base of his shaft, Tania proceeded to take his bulbous head between her lips. She smiled internally as she heard him sigh deeply the moment it happened. She began to take more of him into her mouth, inch by inch. His sheer size used to be a challenge at first, but now, she had perfectly adjusted to his girth and length, taking his inches down her throat. Michael moaned gruffly, the vibrations emitting through the dick in her mouth, sending her pussy into rapture once more. She began sucking him off with wild abandon, slobbering nastily, saliva drenching her face, hands and breasts. He loved every second of it, and she knew, looking up to see his stupefied expression staring down at her expert administrations.

After a few magical minutes elapsed, Michael felt his dick swelling, a familiar pressure beginning to build in his loins. He reached down and grabbed his girl by the throat, helping her stand as he kissed her bewitching mouth deeply before spinning her around, spanking her sharply and bending her over the kitchen counter. Michael spanked her inner thighs, indicating that she spread her legs. She obliged, her master about to mount her. Michael gripped Tania's waist firmly, positioning himself behind her and guiding the head of his dick to the opening of her tight, wet pussy. He paused for just a moment, teasing her. The head pulsed as it slowly entered her vagina, stopping as the mushroom shaped head slid past her lips. He squeezed her hips, watching her body literally shake with anticipation. With a sly grin on his face he uttered "You know what to say, don't you baby."

"Please Daddy..."

SLAM!! Tania squealed loudly as her walls were instantly stretched to the max, 9 inches of solid black dick filled her, pushing against her cervix. Simultaneously, Michael let out a deep growl that was more animal than human, satisfied at the feeling of his dick being enveloped by her warm embrace. He stayed in her for a few moments, allowing her to savour him, to feel his power and size inside her.

She felt herself have several mini orgasms as he stood there inside her. She looked back at him as he slowly, agonizingly removed himself, inch by inch, till all but his head was out. Her pussy spasmed heavily against it, reacting to its sheer size. Then BAM! he re-entered her, just as deep as before, beginning now to thrust his hips inside her powerfully. Tania clawed against the countertops as her lover pounded the fuck out of her pussy, mercilessly slamming his dick inside her. He grunted deeply and gruffly with every stroke, his intense passion etched on his face. She screamed in tandem as well, her voice high pitched and ragged, the sound one makes while being fucked ruthlessly. And this is what that was, fucking. Nasty, rough, dirty fucking. No two ways about it. She felt like she was in a constant state of orgasm, her pussy convulsing repeatedly, her body shaking violently.

After what seemed like hours, although it was barely 10 minutes, Tania felt his hand on the back of her neck pinning the side of her face to the countertop. She barely heard the question he asked. "Where you want this cum baby?" "Cum on my ass , cum on my ass daddy." She responded breathlessly.

Moments after she said it, Michael increased his thrusting, his moans getting loud. "Oh fuck, Arggghh!! He exclaimed as he pulled out of her inviting pussy, his cum shot from the tip of his dick onto her beautiful ass. String after string it came, thick and hot. She felt it land on her ass, and run down between her cheeks, over her tiny sphincter and onto her swollen pussy lips before finally dripping to the kitchen floor. Michael leaned over her, hugging her appreciatively and kissing her cheek softly. "You're the fucking best, you know that?." He praised. "Right back at you daddy" She responded, before turning her head to give him a final, loving kiss.

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It Takes Two

I’ll be honest: I have not been looking forward to Dui’s story, which is why I let it lie for so long. On the surface, there is obviously nothing wrong with Dui, quite the contrary. He is by far the kindest god of the entire bunch, a quiet person who genuinely cares about his friends and the MC. But I’m not new to the Japanese approach to mythology, and there is one thing that is simply a given: the Gemini sign will always have the evil twin and/or split personality problem. Always.

My favourite anime show, Saint Seiya, managed to combine both concepts: Saga, gold saint of Gemini, did not only have a dark side within himself, but also an actual evil twin brother, Kanon. Now, in Saint Seiya, Saga was (and is) my most beloved gold saint, and in terms of favourite character, second only to Phoenix Ikki. But what I’m looking for in an action show is radically different from what I’m looking for in a romance story, and a split personality is pretty high on my List of Nope.

Saga’s split personality

Saga and Kanon

In everybody else’s route, Dui is depicted as a soft-spoken, friendly god who has everybody’s best interest at heart. As sweet as he is, I expect his evil twin to be all-out evil. And while I know that a story needs an antagonist, and that a fair amount of drama is to be expected, I really prefer enemies that are not, you know, oneself.

Okay. I’m sure everything will come up roses in the end. Let’s have a look.

Synopsis

This time, the choice makes sense: when the MC falls off that roof, she calls upon the kindest of the gods she has encountered, Dui. He catches her and teleports her to the mansion. He is nice to her, and concerned for her well-being. When the other gods arrive, he tells them not to scare the MC.

Alone in his room, however, he suddenly hugs the MC, much to her surprise. He is gentle and playful, and he smells amazing… And the MC’s heart is just about leaping out of her chest. But surely, he doesn’t mean anything by it? He is an exceedingly kind god; when there is a disturbance in her apartment complex, he offers to stay in her room to watch over her while she sleeps. Without the ulterior motives Ichthys or Teo would certainly have in this particular situation.

Things proceed as usual. Since the MC needs to be present for Dui to do his job in the Department of Punishments, she helps him cast his punishments by the reflecting pool. When he hands her a piece of paper, she cuts her finger on it. The tiniest bit of blood is visible – and here we meet Shadow Dui.

Look at this innocence.

Shadow Dui is, of course, the Evil Twin. His existence was hinted at by the other gods, especially Scorpio and Ichthys. Shadow Dui takes a dim view of the MC and her “meddling” in Dui’s life. In no time flat, he decides to find a definitive solution for this problem and attempts to drown her in the pool. Just as the MC is about to hit the water, though, Shadow Dui falls to the ground, unconscious. This is when Scorpio and Ichthys show up, who take Dui up to his room, and explain the situation to the MC. Apparently, something severe happened with Dui, and his shadow personality was created. Clearly, it must have something to do with the great sin that got Dui exiled to earth in the first place…

Of course, once he comes to his senses, normal Dui urges the MC to stay away from him, as it’s far too dangerous for her to risk triggering the shadow self. Naturally, the MC, already in love with Dui, refuses. She intends to make him whole again, instead. The next time Shadow Dui appears, the MC is actually sensing that she is making a kind of headway: Shadow Dui exists to protect normal Dui, whom he considers a weakling. He will go to any lengths to keep normal Dui safe. In the meantime, however, he will help Dui with his work, replacing the soft punishments the latter had devised with, basically, horror and mayhem. Yet again, it takes Scorpio’s and Ichthys’ intervention to stop Shadow Dui before he kills the MC. Scorpio tells her to stay away from Dui in the future, but she can obviously not give up on him.

Epilogue

Ugh, mom, I don’t wanna, do I have to? Well. I guess I already bought the epilogue (for all the stories, for the sake of consistency), so I might as well read it. But if the main story is anything to go by, I won’t have much fun with it.

Quite typically, we’re at this juncture where the MC and the god of choice are together, but haven’t had sex yet. Partheno is the notable exception to this rule, and his purpose was nefarious. Things being as they are here, Dui and the MC have not done the deed, but the other gods don’t know that. Teo’s and Ikky’s wild speculations and inquiries on what it’s like between a human and a god make our MC blush furiously, of course. Ichthys’ assertion that Dui can tie cherry stems into knots with his tongue are not helpful. Oh, not normal knots; heart-shaped knots. Our besotted couple ends up fleeing the scene.

They decide to take a day trip to a cherry orchard together – cherries are Dui’s favourite food – where the MC realises that she really has two boyfriends, in a way. While Dui and Shadow Dui now get along and can apparently communicate with each other, they do not share the same memories. After repeatedly confusing the two, the MC walks away to clear her head and promptly gets lost in the orchard. After the mini-crisis is resolved, there is the usual hemming and hawing about being naked together, because of course she wants it, but cannot bring herself to admit it. It’s tedious. At least Shadow Dui talks the straight talk. There’s sure more chemistry here than in the main story.

The Chemistry

Dui is everything we’re looking for in a person: sweet, considerate, thoughtful, polite, not to mention quite handsome, as they all are. How is one not to fall in love with him? One very positive aspect is that the confession comes early on, and from his part. There is much emphasis on his purity and innocence, and it’s actually lovely. What follows, though, is the MC being far too lenient with Shadow Dui’s behaviour, especially once she concludes that he must be “misunderstood” because he’s only trying to protect Dui. Which means that she starts taking crazy-stupid risks in order to save them both, of course.

My man Scorpio is in control of the situation.

Everything is kind of predictable: she falls in love with him, because he’s really easy to love. He falls in love with her, because the story demands it. Shadow Dui is evil, but is he really? Must he not be redeemable somehow? Scorpio is being Scorpio, Ichthys is being Ichthys, and they’re both really good at it. At chapter 10, I was wondering when Zyglavis was gonna drop by. And the King. Then Zyglavis makes an appearance. And the King.

And yet, there’s no… I don’t know. No palpable, chemistry, if you will. It’s all telling, no showing. In other stories, there was a rawness of emotion about the characters, that I feel is completely missing here – except where Shadow Dui shows up. And that’s just not enough.

The Love Meter

I suspected as much: I couldn’t get out of the Forbidden zone. Really, I’m not surprised. Sometimes, characters just aren’t for me. But sometimes I chose the answer that I really thought would push the needle back into Blessed, only to have it go deeper into Forbidden. I guess I should have been more accepting of Shadow Dui, but I have trouble getting into people who are repeatedly trying to murder me with their bare hands.

Bottom Line

I’ll be honest: it took me eternities to finish this story. Not only was I not really engaged, I also find this trope a bit more problematic for me personally than a lot of others. That’s because we see a lot of that in real life: women who stay with abusive men for the times when they are treated nicely, or to save the men in question, or both. Now, I know, here it is not within Dui’s control when Shadow Dui appears. I know. It’s just not a trope I enjoy. Also, Scorpio blaming the victim is not my favourite thing, even if it is in keeping with his personality. Apart from the above, I just have to admit I didn’t really feel it, if you know what I mean. Yes, Dui is super nice, and loyal to a fault. (No, really. You have no idea.) But there is not enough friction there that is not Shadow Dui. Look, I’m gonna say it: this was boring. Not out-of-my-mind boring, but just not interesting. Pity.

Star-Crossed Myth: Dui It Takes Two I'll be honest: I have not been looking forward to Dui's story, which is why I let it lie for so long.

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He felt like he was in Heaven as he felt every bit of her. Chris always wanted to know what it would feel like to do with this with her, not because of the sex, but because of who she was. She was sweet and innocent. Now here he was inside her, filling her, and turning her out while she cursed his name. She was unraveling before him, and he loved it.

Looking into her eyes all he saw was lust loaded inside them. Her gaze intense, and the more he stared he saw a twinkle of love in her eye, then he started to see his own reflection. He was so in love with this woman that everything had an impact on him. The moans he couldn't hold back, her whispers, and the eye contact they shared. What he felt in each moment that passed as they looked in each other's eyes was real, he just couldn't look away.

Robyn felt all the emotions there were to feel for him. All the feelings hitting her all at once––– intensifying with him stroking her slow and steady––– making love to her, loving her. Deeply. Completely. Intensely.

He gripped her hips and started pumping faster. Earning moans from both of them as he handled her aggressively. All that was heard was how wet she was, their skin slapping against each other, and their choppy breathing. Trying to assuage the pain he started to feel that there wouldn't be a lifetime of this. That they wouldn't be living together on Earth for long, growing old. It pained him, and he didn't want to feel pain, so he tried to shy away from the emotions by fucking her. Focusing on the physical aspect, and trying to negate the emotional.

Robyn moaned then whimpered, which caused him to look back down into the eyes of the person who held his heart in her hands. He kissed her. Then nibbled on her skin loving how she bruised easily and how sensitive she was. He went to her ear and started licking it. She clenched around him, "Fuck" he groaned as he saw her eyes roll back. He didn't know why but the need to talk to her was high, and he would do anything to distract himself at this moment. "Daddy hitting it right ain't he?"

"Yes," She moaned and wrapped her legs around him trying to push him deeper. "I've always wanted this" he whispered, "Me too." She responded. "You feel so good, baby." He interlocked their fingers.

He pulled out and flipped her on her stomach, barely missing the feeling of emptiness he felt in the brief moment he wasn't inside her. He pushed back in, hard. She was muttering his name repeatedly as he pounded away and he was relishing in it, but that feeling came back, stronger than ever before. Clinging onto his body, making his heart heavy, and resting onto his spirit. This felt right. Everything about it felt right from what was happening to who it was happening with. He just wished it was eternal. He ran his hands down her back and placed a kiss on her spine before drawing back with just the tip in, and slipping back with ease bottoming her out. "Daddy!" she screamed while gripping the sheets. He did it again. And again. And again. "God, Robyn," he knew what he was going to say next. It was just resting on his tongue waiting to come out. Whether it came out through a moan, a grunt, an expletive, it was bound to come out. He felt himself inching closer to his climax and her walls constricting inching closer to hers. He felt his eyes start to water.

It seemed as if she felt the change as she reached back for his hand, palm to palm, before intertwining them together. Robyn looked back and smiled as best she could as he went hard and deep into her. He saw her eyes glisten and knew that she was feeling it too. She didn't know what it was exactly, but it seemed if one of them was feeling a mood, it automatically translated to the other. That's just how in tune they were, and this was no different.

"Baby I'm close," she whispered, and he slowed his pace not wanting to rush this. He wanted to engrave it in his memory––– their first time. Tuck it away and revisit it whenever he wanted to. Lying on her, he took her other hand in his, catching her lips, and slipping his tongue in her mouth. He went slower, giving her long strokes knowing drawing it out would cause their feelings to deepen. Wanting her to feel it, feel him.

He kept stroking her lovingly and felt it coming. "You're so gorgeous," he kissed the side of her face "I love you." She sighed. "I love you too." and that's when it came. As if those three words were the key to both their climaxes. His cum spilled out, coating her walls as her body shook underneath him. They were cumming together, and they had made love to each other for the first time.

Chris held her close as they started coming back down from their high. He wanted to fall asleep immediately to be away from what he tried to block out since this started, but all he felt was his body being physically beat, but his mind wide awake. He pulled out of her slowly and slowly felt that void make its way back profoundly. Getting out of the bed he watched as she turned over. Her thighs glistening, pussy overflowing with the mixture of her juices and his cum. Leaking. Her eyes closed, stomach rising and falling––– one hand resting on it, while the other rested on her left side. Sweat glistening all over her body, brown curls everywhere, and a small smile on her face. Her natural beauty made his heart clench, and it made him proud she was his.

He went to the bathroom to get a towel so he could clean her up. Turning on the water faucet to a warm temperature before wetting it. A glance at the mirror and he saw the pain in his eyes knowing it was only a matter of time. He turned off the water and walked out seeing her sitting up with her back pressed on a pillow she propped up against the headboard. She opened her legs and smiled and he couldn't help but smile and laugh. She always had a way of making him feel better––– when she smiled he did too. When she laughed, he melted because if that were all he could hear forever he wouldn't mind. She was just this bubbly person who captured his heart long ago, he had hers too, and they made sure to keep each other's heart in tip-top shape and take care of it delicately because holding somebody else's heart in your hands was a big responsibility.

Pressing his knee into the mattress, he gently placed the towel between where he was for the past two hours. "Thank you," she said softly then smiled, and of course his natural reaction was to smile back. Even when sadness lay at his feet, and regret burned his eyes and blurred his vision. He turned away and placed the towel in the hamper then sat away from her. Her stare bore into the side of his face, and he knew a conversation was coming, but he wasn't prepared for it.

"Hey," she said softly and he smiled. Her voice was soothing to him especially when her accent flowed naturally. Sometimes he'd mock her earning an eye roll then a smile. He loved hearing her talk. Did everything he could to make it happen just to hear her––– whether it be annoying her, poking fun at her, whatever the case he just liked hearing her speak. "Why yuh so far awey?"

He lifted his head and saw the glimmer in her eye, and it made him happy that he was the reason why, but deadened him because he knew he'd be the reason it'd be cast away. "Come," she spoke again and held her hand out. How could he refuse? He wanted to stay away from her but against his better judgment walked over and took her hand in his. He loved holding her hand, it was just so soft and warm.

She smiled again and moved over to make space for him to sit down. She turned her body facing him and propped her knees to her face and rested her chin on her forearms. He cursed to himself because something like that made his heart swell. He was definitely in too deep.

"Are you going to talk to me?" He tried opening his mouth, but it felt like it was closed shut. He just looked at her sadly, and she frowned.

"What's going on with you? You've been acting like this for a while. Are you still grieving Gran?"

"That's not it."

"Then what is it?"

Chris was dreading what was about to come out his mouth, but he couldn't keep this from her much longer. "We don't have much time here." She furrowed his eyebrows together clear confusion etched in her features. "But we just got here." He shook his head slowly. He stared at her longingly, and he saw the realization set in her face. He saw her try to pick her next question carefully because it seemed she had many.

"When did you find out?" She asked cautiously.

He felt tears start to form stinging his eyes. "The same day Gran Gran died."

She rubbed her temples. "You're telling me you've known about our life expectancy for that long and kept that a secret from me?"

He watched her, and that glimmer in her eye was gone. She was tense, and he started to see what he didn't want to ever happen. Chris never wanted to be the source of her pain, or for her to endure pain at all. To sit and watch the hurt he caused her, was the hardest thing for him. Seeing the pain he caused on the person's face that he loves and have to deal with himself.

"I didn't want you to worry. I was going to tell you sooner, but you had just dealt with losing Gran Gran I didn't want to pile onto that by saying you'd be losing your life too." She was starting to get emotional, holding back tears. Robyn never allowed anyone to see her cry, but him. He had been such an integral part of her life, she didn't care about being tough. The only person she's ever been in love with. Chris could make her day the brightest, but now in the same motion he dimmed it down and burned it out.

"How long?" She whispered

He sighed. "A little over a year left."

"Wow."

"Robyn–––"

"You spoke to mi dat night before we went to her grave. You talked to mi like everyting would be alright, like we–––" she choked trying to keep herself from crying. "You made it seem like we would live when you knew, you knew dat wasn't di case. How could you? How could you lay wit mi every night pretendin' like we could actually ave a happy ending? Ave mi thinkin' we could actually live!" Her voice was breaking and he could feel his heart doing the same.

"Baby Girl–––"

"YOU LIED."

He let out a shaky breath. "Buttercup, I'm sorry. My intention was to protect you, not hurt–––"

"Too late." her eyes were now clouded with tears, threatening to stream down her face. For him, it was like watching a live visual of his heart breaking. The tears started to flow, and before she could wipe them away, he pulled her into him and kissed each one that fell. As she made every attempt to free herself from his embrace, he made every attempt to keep her there. He rested his forehead on hers, "Tell me what to do." He whispered kissing her lips.

She sniffled more tears coming. "I just need to be alone right now." She shook her head and removed his arms from her and got out the bed. Having her near or close to him gave him comfort even in the midst of the storm that approached them. But now she was about to leave this room, and he'd hope that wouldn't translate to his life because that would be the last time he would know what comfort was if she did.

She exited the bathroom fully dressed and drained never once looking at him. He watched helplessly as she was about to make her exit. He wanted to speak but what could he say? Each step towards the door was a stab to his heart. She opened it and walked out without a goodbye, and once she closed it, he felt like that sealed his fate.

He went to get some alcohol planning to drown. He wasn't supposed to drink, but right now he couldn't cope with the possible loss he just suffered. He didn't have the strength to so he could only hope liquor would help with his sorrows. He chugged down two bottles––– the liquid burning his throat but it was incomparable to the burn in his chest. He waited for it to fully be digested before taking the medicine Doctor Samuel gave him. He hoped that Robyn would be back soon, but while she was out he decided to continue on with carrying out the rest of his plans, that is if she was still interested at this point.

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