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Steady Heart

Chapter 14: Hollow Crown

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

* Warnings: language, brief violence between John and Jamie, brief wound tending

* Word count: 4,038ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: Oof this chapter was a piece of work. I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

The pair trotted for another 10 minutes and on the horizon there was a rifle bang that cut through the air. Stella sagged in her saddle at the sight of her brother, Jimmy, and Walker riding out to meet her. She waved her hand at the bunch.

They met each other. In unison Ryan slipped off of BJ and Stella off of Abigail. Her brother called out to her and cleared the last few feet of space between them. “Stella! Are you okay?!” He jogged up to her wrapping her in a hug so tight, air rushed out of her lungs at the impact, a soft oof escaping.

She hugged Ryan back. “I’m fine. The officer got hurt, not me.”

Ryan started to check her over. Looking for any sign of injury. “What happened to your hands?”

“I got cut on barbed wire trying to untangle Snoopy. Is he okay?”

“Yeah he’s fine.” Jimmy said.

“Nothing some docterin’ and silver spray won’t fix.” Walker offered.

“Oh good.” Stella caught her breath. “The noises stopped not long ago. I don’t think she’s following anymore.”

Ryan stood back from inspecting his sister. “Where was the den?”

“Somewhere by pasture 11, I think? On the outside of the fence.”

“We’ll probably have to get them relocated.”

“If she doesn’t do it first with all the hoof traffic coming through there over the last few days.”

Ryan nodded at his sister's assumption. “Yeah that’s a fair point. Or maybe she was in the process of moving them already.”

“Yeah,” she looked down. “Thank you for coming to me.” She glanced at Jimmy and Walker. “All of you.” Walker tipped his hat and turned around to go back to the barn.

“What were you doin’ by yourself? Why didn’t you go with them?”

“There wasn’t enough room. And someone had to come back and tell John. It’s okay, I’ll be fine.” She brushed loose hair away from her face.

Jimmy smiled and came up to her and wrapped his arms around her. A startled noise left Stella. “I’m glad you’re okay. When we heard the call come through and then your horse didn’t show up we thought you were dead.”

Stella thought, ‘ah what the hell,’ and returned the hug. “Thank you, Jimmy. Really.” Ryan cleared his throat next to them. Stella pulled back and scowled at her brother for a split second. “I’ve gotta go talk to John. I was supposed to be back like an hour ago at least. I’ll meet y’all down at the bunkhouse in a bit.”

Ryan hugged her as Jimmy rode away. “Don’t get into any more trouble on the way to the house please?” He tapped her nose. “Matter of fact, I’ll come with you until you’re at the house.”

Stella wanted to argue, but thought better of it. Ryan was still coming back to earth. She would humor him today.

Stella and Ryan came loping into view of the ranch from the far side archway closest to the house. She came to a stop and Ryan waved at her as he headed to the barn. She turned her horse to slope up the big hill to the house. Abigail’s long legs made short work of the hill. Coming up on the big house, Stella could just barely make out someone on the porch in the dim twilight. Getting closer she could see it was John.

She slowed her mare to a stop at the trough by the driveway. She swung her leg over and dropped gracefully out of her saddle. She stroked Abigail’s neck and tied her to one of the few hitches at the house. “Catch your breath girl. We’re safe now. Get some water.” The mare was already halfway there by the time she finished her sentence. Stella could feel eyes on her and knew John was patiently waiting for her to come report to her.

Making her way to the bottom, she smiled sheepishly up at the man lounging at the top. “Just the man I hoped to find,” she joked breathlessly. John waved at her to come join him. She climbed the stairs. “Have you heard anything from Rip?” She went to take a seat next to her best friend’s father.

John shook his head. “No, should I have?” He was testing her. That was the thought that first came to Stella’s mind. He was seeing if she would lie at all. The tone he used gave him away. He knew already.

She bobbed her head. “Well he was supposed to call you, but he might have gotten held up. Taking that officer up the mountain turned into a shit show to say the least, sir. She was uncomfortable on Snoopy from the get go, which I thought was weird considering she most likely has to ride a horse quite often, but what do I know.”

Stella settled back into the chair with a quiet groan. “She fell off the horse after it got bit by a horsefly and got, forgive my lack of tact here, skewered on a fence post. Rip called Viggo and got her out to the hospital. I was to come back here and tell you. So here I am.” She raised her hand from the arm rest. “A little later than I planned, and more cuts than intended, but I’m here.”

“You forget who my daughter is. I would be shocked if you’ve been around this long and didn’t have something like that in your arsenal.” They smirked at each other. “Rip will be home soon. I think I hear the chopper now. He did call me a little while ago.”

“Oh good,” Stella listened intently and sure enough she heard the blades as they sliced through the air. In the distance a very distinct Rip shaped silhouette walked out of the darkness.

“She gonna make it?” John asked, getting up from his seat on the porch.

“Yeah. She's tough as a mule, that one.” He gazed at Stella when he said that. Stella stood and caught up to the patriarch, meeting the foreman at the bottom of the steps. He switched his stare to John. “They're sending another ranger out tomorrow.” Rip put his hands on his hips as they came to meet him.

“See if you can keep this one on a horse.” Rip chuckled. John pointed to her. “And Stella, I don’t think you should go this time. We’ll decide tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir.” Both she and Rip answered in unison.

Rip took in Stella’s appearance. “You okay, Stella-belle?” John watched the interaction quietly.

Stella sighed and took her glasses off. She outstretched her hand and Rip grabbed them with a frown. The men shared a glance. They let Stella take her time. Taking out her hair, she ran her hands through it shaking it out. It went back up into a less fuzzy bun. She held out her hand for her glasses and Rip placed them gently on her palm. Placing them back on her face, she finally answered.

“Well I doctored my hands up after you left. Ran into a mountain lion den about halfway home. On the outside of the fence. I’m pretty sure mom stalked us most of the way home.” Rip opened his mouth, but she held up a hand to stop him. “Yes I called my brother in on the walkie. They came out and met me. He made sure I made it most of the way here. I told John about what happened. Just later than planned.”

“Sounds like you had a busy night.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

John interjected. “We’ll revisit the mountain lion near one of my pastures later. You forgot that little detail, kid.”

“Sorry sir. Ryan was already talking about relocation or something. If she wasn’t already in the process when I stumbled across her.”

A car pulled up and caught their attention. “Wow, I can't wait to see which disappointment this is.” The three of them watched Jamie get out of the car. John roared, “where you been? I needed you!” Stella and Rip stepped back.

“I was campaigning.” He stated like it was obvious.

John growled. “You been gone two fuckin' days, Jamie. You can't make one phone call? God knows I've been calling you.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Sorry? Hell, you don't even know what you're sorry for.”

“I'm sorry. Christina has my phone.” Stella raised her eyebrows at his admission.

“Christina has your phone. God damn it, Jamie.” John wiped his mouth. “When Rip takes Fish and Wildlife out tomorrow, I need you with them.”

“Okay. Why is Fish and Wildlife coming tomorrow?”

“Shit.” John muttered. The evidence was clear that Jamie hadn’t even bothered to check his phone before he got to the ranch.

“I have campaign stops in Helena and Great Falls…”

“No, you don't, because the first thing you're doing tomorrow is withdrawing from the race.” John made his word final.

“What? I'm doing this for you.” Jamie sounded hurt and confused.

“No, you're doing it for you, and now you're not doing it anymore.”

Rip and Stella looked at each other. They didn’t think they should be here for this conversation. Stella wanted to slowly slink away to her horse and go find her brother.

Jamie tried to stand his ground. “Hey. I won't quit. My entire career is based around this. I've earned it.”

“It's not your place to decide what you've earned.”

“Don't take this away from me. I've earned this! After everything I've done for you, after everything I said…,” Jamie begged.

John wheeled around and advanced on Jamie.“What have you done for me, Jamie?” John shoved him. “What have you done for me besides help me build the empire that you stand to inherit? Sorry, son, I just don't see the sacrifice.”

“Don't you take this away from me.” Jamie grabbed his dad’s coat and started shoving him.

“You took it from yourself.” John dismissed.

“After everything I have done for you? I have earned this!”

John launched his fist squarely against Jamie’s jaw. He fell to the ground and groaned. Embarrassment and pain all wrapped up into one. “All you earned today is that.”

As much as it pleased Stella that someone else shared the same thought about Jamie needing to be hit, she didn’t think now was the time. “Mr. Dutton!” John took his son to the ground, trading blows the whole way.

Rip jumped in. “Hey.” He pulled John off of Jamie.

“I swear to God, I never met a man more in need of a beating.” John paced as Rip got Jamie up off the ground and started marching him away from John. Stella put herself in between John and the other two men. She hoped that her presence in the middle would keep him from bowling her over if his anger rose again.

“Jamie, you touch me again, and I'll give you one.” He stood up straight and stared down his son. “By this time tomorrow, Attorney General Stewart's gonna announce that he's not stepping down. So if you want to run against the candidate I'm supporting, you be my guest.” He caught his breath just long enough to weave around Stella and up to Jamie and Rip. “Until you're ready to put this family first, you don't step foot on this ranch, you understand? You're not welcome here.”

Rip caught Jamie as he went to go back at his father for more blows. “Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me... Whoa. Easy now.”

“This is between family.” Jamie said hotly. Stella made a face at him not recognizing the foreman as family at this point.

“You're gonna fight yourself right out of it.” He patted Jamie’s chest. “Now, go get a hotel, okay? And then calm down.”

Stella herded John to the porch. He bent down and picked up the papers that had blown off the table with the breeze that had settled in. “You okay?” She heard Jamie’s car peel off and felt Rip come up behind her.

“No, Stella, I don't know that I am.” He sniffed. “Hundred and thirty-two years this ranch has been in my family, and I'm the one to lose it.” He stood from picking up the papers. “To be honest, I don't even know who I'm trying to save it for, anymore.” He looked at his employees. “You both go. I have a lot to think about.”

She gave him a bittersweet smile in response and watched him go inside. Rip went to go stand at the top step and Stella asked softly as she joined him, “penny for your thoughts?”

Rip shook his head. “Not much going on except, what a fuckin’ day.”

She hummed in response.

“You go to your brother. Have Lloyd look at your hands.”

“Yessir.” She jogged over to Abigail. The bay roan nickered at her. She smiled lovingly at Abigail, gave her a pat and climbed into her saddle. “Come on sweets. Let’s go put you to bed.”

After she got Abigail settled in, she chose to go find her brother and see what shenanigans everyone was up to. Coming up on the bunkhouse the sounds of a good time echoed into the night. She smiled feeling at home and swung the door open.

The men were in the middle of a poker game. Her brother goaded everyone. “Oh this is dangerous for you boys. I would stay away if I were you.”

The smile remained on her face and she walked up behind her brother and gave his shoulders a hug. “Oh hey Stellee. Kinda busy right now.” He squeezed her forearm that was around his neck quickly.

“Yeah yeah. Just wanted to say hi.” She chuckled standing back up. She noticed Jimmy was searching for something all over the back of the house.

Lloyd caught Jimmy pacing and gently directed him. “Jimmy, sit down. You're making us all fucking sea sick.”

“All right, where is it?”

“Where's what?” Stella and Ryan asked. They looked at each other in amusement.

“You guys know what.”

Stella scrunched her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just got here.”

“We don't know how to help you find what we don't know you're looking for, Jimmy.” Colby said.

“Where's my fucking hat?”

Ryan looked directly at Jimmy. “Oh, that.” Ryan tapped on his cards. “Yeah, we got rid of that.” He explained simply.

Stella’s eyes widened. “Y’all did what!”

“Stupid scarecrow ain't a good look, Jimmy.” Colby smiled.

Stella swore she could hear a mouse fart out in the barn from how quiet it got in the house. All the men started smiling before Lloyd reached underneath the table and pulled out a brand new black hat. He tossed it at Jimmy who juggled it and caught it.

Ryan laid out the rules. He sounded like he was talking to 15 year old Stella the way he explained it. “Cost us each a weeks' pay. You lose it, pay us back.”

Lloyd smiled, delighted. “It ain't a damn soup bucket, try it on.” He tried to convince Jimmy.

Jimmy looked at it, almost as if he was making sure there wasn’t a catch. He flipped it up over his head and carefully slipped it on.

“Yay!” Stella yelled and everyone started clapping and congratulating him.

“You were in on this, too?” He asked Stella and then Walker, who had just walked in on the celebration.

Stella laid her arms on her brother and Colby’s shoulders. “Oh, look at him, honeys. Our little Jimmy's all growed up.” She playfully sniffled and wiped a fake tear away. Colby and Ryan played along and consoled her. “Also somebody call the academy. I deserve an award for the performance.”

“Thanks.” Jimmy smiled at the guys trying to forget his annoyance. The wranglers went back to their poker game, pleased with the turnout of getting Jimmy a hat.

Jimmy stepped up to Stella. “Thank you.”

“Of course Jaybird.” He smiled at the nickname. “We’ll get you fitted up right if it kills us.” She leaned closer to him and whispered, “I told you they’d come around.” She smiled and squeezed his shoulder.

Jimmy walked over to his bunk and everyone including Stella screamed. “No, no, don't put it on the bed!”

“Jesus fuck.” Ryan exclaimed.

“That's bad luck, Jimmy.” Lloyd explained.

“You can't give him anything.”

“Is there any way to undo that, or…,” Jimmy sounded worried he asked Walker.

Walker sighed and laid down. He seemed bummed. “Hell, Jimmy, if you cowboy into this outfit, you're already cursed.”

Stella glanced at him. “You good?”

“I guess.” He replied curtly.

Stella frowned but figured it would be best to walk away. “Hey Lloyd? Can you look at my hands? Rip wasn’t sure my docterin’ was good enough.”

“Of course lil’ bit. Here and take my seat. I’ll get the first aid kit.” He traded spots with her. He left to go to the bathroom and grab the kit.

Ryan watched as Colby leaned over and started gently taking off the medical tape Stella had put around her hands and fingers. She hissed as the tape caught some skin from her right middle and ring finger. They were the gnarliest.

“Damn girl, what did you do?”

“I was panicking trying to get Snoopy loose from barbed wire.” She laughed through the pain that emanated from her hand. “Didn’t know Rip had cutters.”

Colby whistled. “You sure know how to have a good time don’t you?”

“If that’s what you wanna call it, sure.” She chuckled stiffly. Lloyd came out of the bathroom hallway and came back to the table.

“My god, Stella.” Her eyes widened because it was rare that Lloyd used her actual name.

“I know it looks bad, but once I get it washed off it’ll be better.” She stood and made her way to the bathroom sink.

“Why’re you going there?”

“I’m not gonna have my blood in the sink we all use for food and dishes. That’s gross.” There were certain lines she wouldn’t cross. That was one of them.

Looking in the mirror, she could tell the day had been rough. The past few days had been rough. Hell, the whole last week had been. She turned on the water and examined her face while she waited for it to get warm. The dark circles on her face carved a wide path underneath her eyes. It looked like she’d been punched.

Stella flicked a finger in the water to test the temperature. It was warm enough so she grabbed the soap and gently scrubbed her hands. It started stinging and she grit her teeth. She washed the last of the soap and blood off and looked around for a towel. She found a wash rag and figured it would do.

She walked back out to the leader of the pack and held out her hands. “Okay so it’s still not great, but I don’t need stitches. So that’s a plus.”

“Sit.” Lloyd pointed to the chair. “Colby get up.” Everyone but her brother quickly skirted to their respective spaces.

“Ryan, you get her other hand.”

Stella laid her left arm out for her brother. The cut across her left palm wasn’t as bad as the ones on her fingers on the other hand. Both men got to work. Neither of them talked to her in their concentration. Looking around the room she looked at Jimmy. As they locked eyes she winced at a particularly tender part of her fingers.

Jimmy meandered over and took a seat across from her. “Need a distraction?”

“Probably. You got anything good to talk about?”

“So,” Jimmy tapped the table trying to come up with something. “Snoopy is doing good. He was still a little spooky when I checked on him.”

“He’ll settle out over the next day or so.” She smirked. “Also look at you using me and Kayce’s lingo!”

“You might have rubbed off on me.”

She looked at her brother. “I told you I could get through to him.”

Ryan looked up at her under his eyebrows with a scowl.

“What?” She made a face at her brother.

He looked at her hands and back at her. Stella instantly knew he was pissed she tore her them up. More so that she got hurt in general. Her shoulders dropped when she realized. She felt Lloyd wrapping the last one of her fingers and Ryan let go of her hand as he finished. Jimmy watched the whole silent conversation in awe.

“None of it was intentional, Ry.”

“I told you to be careful, and you said never before you left.”

Stella grabbed his hand. “I was joking when I said that. Out of everyone here, well except maybe Jimmy, I’m probably the most cautious. I panicked because Rip was considering shooting Snoopy so when he caught his breath he didn’t drag the officer all to hell.” She let go of his hand and put hers on her chest. “A horse I helped train with Lee and Kayce. I couldn’t let him do it. I didn’t know he had cutters, otherwise I would have used them first instead of trying to untangle him with my bare hands.”

The vibe in the room shifted. The mention of Lee sobered everyone up really quick.

“Snoopy is one of the things I have to keep him alive. He’s proof that I learned something and made a friend while I was at it.”

Ryan sat back in his chair with a sigh. “We’ve gotta work on your self preservation, but I understand why you did it.”

“We’ll get somewhere one day. I gotta go find Rip. See what he wants me to do.” Stella stood and walked over to Jimmy. She squeezed his shoulder. “Thank you for taking care of Snoopy for me.”

She came up to the lodge pleased to see that the lights were still on. Her hand raised and she thumped the door a couple times and stood back. A couple coyotes could be heard way off in the distance. They were far enough away that Stella didn’t worry. And if they suddenly came up on her she would just barge into Rip’s house and apologize later. She was sure that he didn’t lock the door. Knocking was just out of respect and common courtesy.

The door opened, Rip looking irritated as ever. “Woah there grumpy Gus. It’s just me.” Stella snorted. When he realized who was at his door, his face softened.

“Everything alright?” He asked, looking like he was preparing for more headache.

“Oh yeah, everything’s fine. I just wanted to see what you wanted me to do.”

Rip’s eyebrows dropped. “Meaning?”

Her face scrunched up in question. “Meaning should I stay at the ranch tonight to go in the morning, or?”

“Oh yeah you probably should stay. I know John said you weren’t going, but I’m sure he’ll want you there.” He stood back and waved her into the house. “You left your stuff here during your great escape this morning. I put it on the table.”

Stella stepped into the lodge and spotted her orange book bag and key lanyard sitting where Rip said it would be. She gripped it up and swung the strap over her shoulder.

“You can stay here again if you want?” Rip offered.

Stella laughed, turning around to head back out the door. “I’ll let you have some peace before tomorrow morning. Plus I have a couple extra things at the bunkhouse.” Remembering she had been banned she stopped and spun back to him. His eyebrows were raised. She scratched her head and looked down. “I mean if that’s okay.”

Rip was quiet. The silence made Stella rock back and forth on her feet. Monica called it the “mom rock”. He sighed and shook his head. “Okay I’ll let it slide tonight. Once this situation is taken care of, no bunkhouse still, but you can hang around.”

“Eeee,” Stella squealed and ran over to him. She jumped just high enough to be able to grab his shoulders and hug him tight. He hugged her back holding most of her weight, allowing her feet to swing back and forth. She dropped down and backed up. “Thank you. I’ll try to be on my best behavior.”

“You better be,” he swatted at her shoulder as she turned around to leave. He called out to her as she left. “I’ll come get you in the mornin’!”

A faint, “okay,” floated back through the door. He smirked to himself and shook his head at the soft spot he had for her.

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hawkbucks · 3 years

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I don't even remember if I reposted it, but here's the WinterIron fake dating AU that I found on my disc drive. I combined all the posts in one; where there's a divider, that means it was a new post.

Lotta fake dating fics have Tony be the one who asks Bucky and I love it, but also: Bucky being the one asking Tony?

Like, maybe Rebecca is getting married and she asks him “are you bringing anyone?” with the most hopeful look on her face.

Bucky sorta bluescreens and stutters out a “yeah” because he knows Rebecca really wants to see him with someone and happy, but he’s only really been focusing on his studies instead of his social life.

She smiles and claps her hands together, exclaiming her excitement to meet Bucky’s date! Meanwhile, Bucky is panicking on the inside.

He could ask Steve, considering that he and Steve are best friends and no one would really question them getting together, but there’s also the fact that Rebecca knows Steve better than Steve probably knows himself and would tell they’re faking right off the bat.

There’s Sam who, despite their teasing relationship, they really do like each other. He wouldn’t have too much of a problem bringing Sam around if he doesn’t already know that Sam would hang this over his head for the rest of his life and all but force Bucky to buy him food and clothes and stuff to repay him, and that’s not even talking about the endless teasing.

There’s Sharon, but she wouldn’t agree. She’d just roll her eyes and call him dramatic. It’s a fair judgement.

There’s Natasha, and they’ve actually dated before and that would be awkward. “Oh yeah, the girl I used to date back when I was a sophomore in high school and I are back together again!”

He still ends up texting Steve and explaining his dilemma and please, Steve, do you know anyone?

Steve tells him he’s an idiot which, fair, yeah, but then he tells Bucky that he knows a guy, cute, your type, I can give him your number. Then he sends Bucky a photo of himself and some other guy with brown hair and pretty eyes and dimples, what the fuck.

Please give him my number.

I can feel your thirst, Steve texts. Disgusting.

So, he brings Tony (all it took was confirming that there was going to be food and that yeah, they have salmon as a menu item, is that what you want me to pick?), and Tony’s a hit! He’s charming, polite, and pretty cute to boot.

Then Rebecca corners Bucky during the reception while Tony’s getting some cupcakes and Bucky immediately jumps to the conclusion that Rebecca figured out that they’re not actually dating and she’s about to tear him a new one, but she smiles and gives him a bear hug. “Your boyfriend is a sweetheart,” she gushes, “and I’m glad you brought him along. And, you know, Robert and I are having a party for Thanksgiving. Maybe you two would like to come?”

And the only thing that runs through Bucky’s head is shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit—

Bucky can’t handle these feelings. He just can’t. It’s too much too soon, and the intensity at which he feels them is both overwhelming and terrifying to him, especially since he and Tony haven’t even known each other for that long.

During the party, Tony really pushes the act. He takes Bucky’s arm and places it around his shoulders, feeds Bucky some pumpkin pie, blushing when Rebecca coos at the both of them, and even sits on Bucky’s lap when everyone heads to the couch to catch the recording of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade that Rebecca set.

And Bucky desperately wishes it was all real. He wishes that Tony really is in love with him as opposed to doing this to help out. He’s never felt warmer than when Tony smiles at him, bright and genuine and making him ache all over. He knows that his feelings are only going to keep snowballing and snowballing until he can’t take it anymore and snaps and confesses to Tony, and he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want Tony to feel obligated to go out with him. He doesn’t want Tony to feel like he’s being put on the spot.

Tony cuddles closer to him, whispering about how the Snoopy float looks really cute. He chokes down a sob and responds with “yeah, doll, it does”.

Bucky drives Tony home. He always does. It’s the least he can do. “So, when are you going to need a boyfriend again?” Tony teases, feet up on the dashboard. They’re already at Tony’s apartment complex, but Tony, infuriatingly attractive Tony, insists on talking to him. “If you’re swinging by Becca’s for Christmas, I can come with you.”

He doesn’t respond, instead choosing to continue looking ahead and squeezing his hands on the steering wheel. “Hey, you alright?” Tony asks softly and, god, he wishes Tony wasn’t the way he was.

Rip it off. Like a band-aid. C’mon, Barnes. “It’s fine. I’ll just tell her we broke up.”

“What?” Tony’s voice wavers, an undercurrent of hurt swimming below that one word. Bucky hates himself for it. “Did I do something wrong? At the party? I—”

Bucky sets his jaw, looking at Tony (and wishing he didn’t because Tony actually looks devastated). “We were never really together, Tony. Don’t act like it matters.”

He hears a hitch in Tony’s breath. He looks away. “Yeah, I guess it doesn’t.” Tony unbuckles his seatbelt and opens the car door. “Maybe this is why you don’t have an actual boyfriend.” It hurts, but it’s better that Tony leaves hating him because he can’t imagine the breakdown he’d have if Tony kept coming around with those kicked puppy eyes of his and asking why Bucky has been avoiding him.

Tony walks into his apartment complex without looking back.

Bucky thinks he needs to get drunk.

And that’s how Steve finds him. Completely sloshed, half-sitting half-lying on the couch with red-rimmed eyes and a tear-stained hoodie. “St’ve,” he slurs, lifting his bottle of Jack Daniel’s.

Steve sighs. “What, did Becks show everyone your baby pictures again?”

Bucky shakes his head. “Fucked up.”

“Yeah, I can see that. At least save some of that for me.”

He shakes his head again. “Tony hates me.”

Steve freezes, halfway through shucking off his jacket. “What did you do?” He looks at Bucky with that Disappointed Parental Stare of his.

“He hates me.” Bucky feels himself start to tear up again as he reminds himself that he won’t be able to see Tony again. Won’t be able to breathe in the comforting smell of that vanilla and cinnamon lotion that he’s so fond of. “Made ‘im hate me.”

“Why in the hell would you do that?” Steve gets his jacket off this time, throwing it on the hook and not paying it any attention when it slips off and falls to the floor with a thud.

“Don’t know.” Which is a lie. He knows why. He just doesn’t want to face it.

“No, no, you don’t get to feign ignorance.” Steve walks over and takes the bottle from him, ignoring Bucky’s protests and whines and taking a few swigs of his own. “I’ve only seen you get this drunk twice before: the first was when you and Nat broke up and you broke into your dad’s liquor cabinet, and the second was when you came home from the army. Considering I don’t see your fatigues with you—”

Bucky growls weakly. “Shut up, Steve—”

“Then stop pushing people away,” Steve growls right back. “You fix this.”

“We didn’t ev’n know each other that long—”

“No, you might not have, but if you’re sitting here on our couch, drunk off your ass ‘cause you think he hates you, that means something. Fix. This.”

Then Steve’s phone goes off. He sets down the Jack and he fishes his phone out of his pocket. A swipe, and it’s unlocked. He snorts, shaking his head. “You know who just texted me?”

Hope. “Tony?”

“No. His best friend. You want to know what it says?”

Bucky doesn’t think his answer matters much. Something tells him Steve will tell him even if he says no. “Go.”

Steve clears his throat. “’Hope your buddy is happy. Tony won’t stop crying.’ Then some middle finger emojis. Seven of them, to be exact.”

Bucky sinks further into the couch, his stomach twisting into knots and nausea rising up his throat now that he knows Tony is crying and he’s the reason why. He makes a swipe at the Daniels, but is unable to reach far enough. “You gon’ reply?” he croaks.

“Oh, yeah. I’m gonna tell him that you’re being miserable, too. And that you’re an idiot.”

Bucky grunts.

“It’s for your own safety. Believe me, if he thinks you’re getting your jollies from this, he’ll send you on a one-way ticket to hell.”

He grunts again. That’s only mildly terrifying. And probably not even close to what he thinks he himself deserves. “You gon’ leave?”

“Yes. And I’m taking this—” Steve picks up the Jack— “with me.”

True to his word, Steve leaves with the bottle of Jack.

Bucky sits up and uses the sleeves of his hoodie to dry his eyes. He tries to keep quiet as he sobs.

The next day, he goes out, stretches his legs after spending the entire night on his couch. He contemplates going to visit Tony and beg for his forgiveness, but it’s… it’s probably too soon. He’ll just wait. In the meantime, he picks up a plush of Snoopy holding a heart. It’s cute.

1 week. He thinks he’ll wait a little more.

2 weeks. Maybe just a bit more.

(Rebecca calls. Asks him about Tony. He says that they broke up. She only replies with a small I’m sorry. It was clear that you two loved each other.

He bites his lip so hard that he tastes copper.)

3 weeks. It’s just a bit before Christmas. Steve comes into his room. “Rhodes texted me. He said Tony admitted that he wants to see you again. Apparently he passed on my word that you were being pretty gloomy about it too.”

Bucky fidgets on his bed. “So, what, I’m just supposed to roll up on his apartment with some flowers and chocolate?”

“Sarcastic bastard,” Steve mutters, although there’s no real venom behind his words. “It’d be a start.”

Bucky thinks for a second. He gets up and starts rifling through his closet. “Alright. Leave so I can change.” Thankfully, Steve obliges. Bucky tucks the Snoopy into his backpack.

He picks up some Ferrero Rocher. He remembers Tony eating them by the handful at the reception. It’s packaged in a transparent box shaped like a heart. For the flowers, he picks up some red roses, the classic choice. He even gets a card that says “I’M SORRY!” with a picture of a sad-looking cat on it.

“Girlfriend troubles?” the cashier asks as they ring him up.

“Boyfriend, actually,” he replies, surprised at how easily that rolls off his tongue.

They hum. “Hope it gets better soon, man.”

He hopes so too. “Thanks.”

Somehow, he manages to make the drive to Tony’s apartment without crashing the car. 6339. He remembers Tony telling him his apartment number if he ever wanted to come up and visit. Looks like he’s finally taking him up on that offer.

Before his nerves can take over and tell him to run and maybe flee the country, he takes the elevator up after explaining to the concierge that he’s there to visit a friend. He knocks on Tony’s door, holding the flowers up in front of his face, the Snoopy plush sitting on top of them along with the card. The box of chocolates he holds behind his back.

When he hears the door open, he pulls the flowers down just enough to see over them. “Hi.”

“Bucky,” Tony breathes out. He looks like he’s about to start crying again, clad in his donut-patterned pajama pants and an oversized shirt that advertises a noodle place that Bucky passed on his way. (Seriously. So many tears!) “Why’re you here?”

“To say sorry.” Bucky holds the flowers out.

“What you said really hurt,” Tony says, voice cracking, but he takes the flowers. “You got me a Snoopy?” He takes the plush off of the bouquet and smiles softly at it before looking back up at Bucky, expression holding cautious hope. He places Snoopy back in the bouquet.

“I know. I’m sorry. I was… I don’t know, scared. Not that I’m tryin’ to come up with an excuse for myself, but… you know.” He shows Tony the chocolates this time.

“Scared?” Tony takes the chocolates like he took the flowers.

“I really like you, Tony. I was thinking about asking you out for real after the party,” Bucky admits, looking Tony in the eye and hoping that Tony can see that he’s being genuine. His palms start getting clammy. Is the temperature rising or is it just him? “And I was scared.”

“Why?” Tony asks, sounding on the edge of desperation. “Why were you so scared you couldn’t just tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want you to feel obliged to say yes.”

Tony tilts his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed as a frown tugs at his lips.

Bucky begins to regret his answer. Obviously it isn’t one that Tony likes.

“Is that it?” Tony sounds gentle. So gentle. “I like you too, you know. And you know I’m not a pushover. If I didn’t want to go out with you, I would’ve told you that.”

“I know. I know, but I never said my mind was good at thinking rationally.” The corner of Bucky’s mouth quirks up at the self-deprecation.

“Mine isn’t either.” Tony places the chocolates with the card and the Snoopy in the bouquet, using that now free hand to wipe at his eyes. His sniffles. “And I have to apologize too. For what I said before I left your car.”

“It’s fine, Tony—”

“No, it’s not. It was such an asshole thing to say.” Tony sounds upset on Bucky’s behalf.

“I made you angry.”

“That didn’t give me the right to imply that you’re unlovable.” Tony stares at him in silent challenge. Try and refute me, his eyes say. “I’m sorry.”

Bucky shakes his head, knowing there’s only one way to end this. “I accept your apology.”

“And I accept yours.” Tony smiles at him, nose tinged with pink, and a burst of warmth spreads in Bucky’s chest. It’s gratifying to see that smile directed his way again. He just might join Tony in sniffling if this continues.

Tony reaches out to grab his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Why don’t you come inside? I can make you some coffee.”

“I’d like that,” Bucky says, squeezing Tony’s hand once. “I’d like that a lot.”

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If you guys are curious, I listened to this song on repeat while doing this lol. (The link should lead to a video with the English translation!)

#old posts #This is... so much longer than I remember it being.#God the days where I actually did stuff. F in remembrance.

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otonymous · 4 years

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A Bolt From The Blue (MLQC Shaw - NSFW) - Part III: Near & Far

Description: Promising beginnings and a premature end throw you into a tailspin Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language & mature themes — reader discretion is advised. Potential trigger warnings: depictions of mild PTSD symptoms, mentions of death of a close family member, disappearances, “breakups,” angst, profanity Word Count: 1882 words (~9 mins of falling in love and wallowing in angst 😱😂) Author’s Notes: If you’re still following this story, please accept a giant (virtual) hug from me to you! Thank you very much from the bottom of my heart for supporting me and this piece of work! 💖 Without further ado, I present to you part 3 of my slow-burn Shaw fic, written for the lovely @op-peccatori as part of my follower milestone celebration.

As always, dear reader, please note the potential trigger warnings listed above, and happy reading! 😊

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“You can relax, you know. I won’t try anything funny while you sleep, not my style. Besides, isn’t this much better than camping out on the floor?”

Nodding your head before you realize that Shaw probably couldn’t see you in the dark, your “Yes” comes out in a mewl so pathetic you wished you could immediately take it back.

His snicker shakes the bed, reverberating across squeaky springs to where you lay beside him, right at the edge of the twin mattress as you tried not to let your hands touch.

No matter how much you wished for them to.

Beyond the window, a neon signboard paints electric shadows on your walls in splashes of pink, flashing in time to a rhythm Shaw tapped out with one foot beneath the covers.

“Is it cool if…if we didn’t draw the blinds tonight? I can’t sleep in complete darkness.” He had asked you earlier that evening, towelling off his hair as he emerged from your bathroom wearing a shirt your ex had left behind along with your broken heart a year and a half ago.

Snoopy looked much better riding his skateboard across Shaw’s broad chest anyways.

And there, in the midst of an awkward arrangement where sleep would surely prove fleeting, the sounds of the night: the low hum of the refrigerator, the pawn shop’s sign buzzing just on the other side of the windowpane…the tick-tock of the clock on the wall, steady like Shaw’s breath beside you as it counts down precious time—

“I’ll be out of your hair first thing tomorrow morning.”

Ba-bump.

“No, there’s…there’s no rush. Honestly.”

“Can you really afford to miss more work because of me?”

Silence. You couldn’t refute the truth.

“Tell you what, in exchange for putting up with me, you can ask me anything you want. I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes; surely you must be curious about some things. Might as well find out before I go.”

Your stomach knotted, clenching tight. He was right. For all you know, it was now or never. “Why did you join? The triad, that is.”

He is silent for a moment, as if trying to find the right words to piece together.

“I’m looking for my brother.”

Out of all possible answers, this wasn’t one you were expecting. Turning onto your side, you study the handsome profile of his face — watching as pink mixed with lavender in the most ethereal way until you were overcome with the sense that in this vast ocean of life, you and him stood on very different shores. Eyes still fixed on your ceiling, Shaw continues.

“He was an undercover cop, working to infiltrate the ranks of the group I’m currently a part of. I only found out by accident, and he made me swear up and down not to breathe a word of it to mom. Then one day…he was gone. Just...disappeared off the face of the earth. Mom and I went down to the station every day for months, knew the names and faces of everyone who worked in that building, but it was like Gavin never even existed.

“It was too much for her. I came home late from school one day — found her on the floor, barely breathing. It was dark in the apartment…so dark. She had probably just drawn the curtains. By the time the paramedics arrived, she was already gone. Heart attack, they said.

“I lie awake at night sometimes, wonder how I’m going to tell him that mom’s no longer here — go through the motions in my head, rehearsing every line. ‘Cus I know that sooner or later, that day will come. There’s no way he’s dead. I know my brother.”

A glimmer at the corner of his eye catches yours. Beneath the covers, your fingers inch towards his, finding courage in the darkness to brush against his pinky as if the sliver of warmth could express what words simply couldn’t convey.

“With mom gone, there was nothing to lose. I joined the group, worked hard…did what they needed me to do to gain their trust, all while collecting scraps of info here and there — whatever I could get my hands on in the hopes that it’ll lead me to Gav.”

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.

Tiny drops of rain speckle your windowpane. And when Shaw’s finger hooks around yours as if in a solemn pinky swear, the tears burning your eyes finally fall. You don’t ask him how many years it’s been, the dirty deeds he’s had to sully his hands with. You don’t question him about the father he doesn’t mention. All you can do is watch as a solitary drop rolls down the side of his face before soaking into lavender strands fanned out on the pillow, the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows back bitterness only he knew.

In spite of it all, he is the one who chuckles when he turns towards you, eyes red rimmed even as his brows rise in feigned exasperation when he says, “Why are you crying?! I’m the one with the tragic past here!”

And when you start to cry even harder, his soft hushes of “Shh, shh…I’m sorry, that last part was a joke. It’s all right, everything will be okay, I promise,” burrows deep into your heart and you believe him.

Because when he reaches towards you — the thumb wiping the tears from your eyes calloused yet gentle — you are struck by a sense of overwhelming tenderness:

In the carefulness of his touch.

In the way he regards you with the sincerity of some unspoken emotion.

In the entirety of this man whom the rest of the world has already written off.

And that is when you know…

“I didn’t mean to make you cry by telling you all this, I’m sorry.”

…that you are in love with him.

“I’ll make it up to you. Ask me another question. Maybe something less depressing this time.”

A smile spreads across his face. You wished there was a way for you to keep the warmth of his hand on your cheek forever. Sniffling, you try again.

“Wh-why did you keep coming in to my store everyday? There’s a lot of other convenience stores in the area—”

A flash of panic in those amber eyes, and Shaw is turning over with lightning speed until all you can see is the smooth expanse of his back.

“Changed my mind. A guy’s gotta keep some secrets! Goodnight!”

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

Wrap your arms around the pillow.

“Good girls shouldn’t concern themselves with bad boys.”

Bury your face into its cushiony fill.

“Or have you forgotten that I’m wanted by the police?”

And inhale deeply.

Shaw’s scent on your sheets is faint now, so much so that you can’t be entirely sure you’re not imagining it, having gone through this ritual countless times since the day Shaw left your apartment…

…and stepped out of your life.

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“Is there…any way I could stay in touch with you? I-I just…just want to make sure you’re okay…”

Voice trailing off, you watch as Shaw gingerly shrugs one arm then another through the sleeves of his leather jacket, still wearing the Snoopy t-shirt he had slept in the night before after you told him he could keep it. His own was torn beyond repair, stubbornly dyed in blood regardless of how much you scrubbed at it. And when he hesitated still, you said he would just be doing you the favour of taking out the trash.

Smoothing down the front of his jacket, Shaw glances at the phone in your hands — eyes tracing along your eager fingers, poised to type. The expression on his face is unreadable, as if the man you had spent the night sharing secrets with was nothing more than a figment of your imagination.

“It’s better if we don’t. I’ll be fine, just laying low for the next while — boss’s orders. And I don’t want the cops coming around to your place again. Detective Whatshisname looks like he could be really good at hounding pretty girls like you.”

That smirk again, so familiar to you by now. And in the compliment that would’ve made you blush bright red before, nothing but a smokescreen.

“Shaw, I don’t mind—”

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?" The force in his voice cuts, and you barely breathe to feel his finger curl beneath your chin, tilting up your face until you have no choice but to meet his gaze. Those eyes are dull, like molten gold frozen beneath a layer of impenetrable ice. “Good girls shouldn’t concern themselves with bad boys. Or have you forgotten that I’m wanted by the police?”

The shiver that runs electric down your spine makes the hairs on your skin stand on end. It was like looking at a stranger. Heart racing, your palms grow clammy with sweat, unsure of exactly when your phone had dropped from your hands, slipping away like…

“I don’t care about the cops! I’ll deal with them—”

“DEAL WITH WHAT?! You think that just because you managed to turn them away at the door that it makes you a hardened criminal?! WE are not the same, okay? My life is worthless. I’ve already signed it away a long time ago, I’m ready to give it up without a second thought. But you…you’re different. Y-you’re kind, innocent. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. One day, you’ll make someone the luckiest person in the world, be a beautiful mother to beautiful children. Don’t sell yourself short…not for someone like me.”

The silence that descends is thick, suffocating. You don’t speak, afraid to open your mouth because it takes all your concentration just to keep the tears from spilling from your eyes.

Finally letting go of your chin, Shaw reaches behind his neck to undo the clasp on the thin gold chain he wore, the jade disc pendant that hung from it still warm from the heat of his skin when he places it in the palm of your hand.

“It’s not much, but it was a gift from my mom and the most valuable thing I own. You saved my life, so it’s yours now. Maybe…maybe one day, you can give it to your own child.”

Lump in your throat, you can barely breathe, let alone tell him there was no way you could accept something that precious, something that priceless. That you didn’t drag him home that night, broken and bleeding, in the hopes of gain; not for money, not for love.

He curls your fingers around the heirloom, gentle thumb pressing on index, middle, ring then pinky in turn before your fist finds itself held tightly within the press of his much larger hand for one…two…three seconds…

…before those purple Chuck Taylors take him to your door…

Slam.

…and just like that, the man with the lavender hair is gone.

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junghelioseok · 5 years

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delicate.

↳ some say three’s a crowd.

◇ hoseok x reader x jungkook ◇ smut | angst? | poly!au ◇ 5.1k [1/1]

alternatively: new relationships are hard, but you and hoseok are determined to make sure that jungkook knows that he belongs with both of you.

notes: i guess i have a poly!junghope mini series now? thanks a lot, @bendthekneetobangtan!!! this took forever to write and made my head hurt, but i think i’ve finally reached a point where i feel okay about it and that’s just gonna have to be good enough for now!

⇢ based on the relationship in my fic, tryst, which you can find in my masterlist under the series name pomegranate.

warnings: minimal editing on my part (🤷🏻‍♀️), a wee bit of angst, insecure!kook (he’s a shy bub really), oral (male and female receiving), dom!hobi, sub!kook, a lil cumplay, threesome (mfm, mmf!!!)

There are few things in life that you love more than arriving home after a long day of work. Especially when you open the front door to find your boyfriend prancing around the kitchen, belting out an over-the-top rendition of “Bohemian Rhapsody” while wearing a flowery pink apron that clashes horribly with his cherry red hair. He’s oblivious to the world around him, completely unaware of your presence as you step inside the house, and when he raises his spatula like a microphone, you almost laugh out loud. It’s absurd and ridiculous and he’s more than a little off-key, but your heart still swells with warmth at the sight, all thoughts of the wintry air outside forgotten.

“Hi, Hobi,” you call, raising your voice slightly to be heard over the music. Your boyfriend whirls at the noise, eyes lighting up when he sees you.

“Babe!” Hoseok exclaims, turning the music on his phone down before waving his spatula happily in greeting. “You’re finally home! How was your day?”

You shrug tiredly, allowing him to pull you into a hug. “It was fine. What about yours?”

Hoseok hums. “Pretty good. Taught a few classes at the studio this morning. Jimin agreed to take the rest of the afternoon and evening ones, so I owe him big time.” His chest rumbles with laughter. “Worth it, though. I’ve missed you.”

“Did you?” you tease. “Or are you just excited to see him?”

He laughs. “Why not both?”

You grin. Tugging him down, you press your lips to the corner of his mouth, giggling when he tries to deepen the kiss. “Later,” you promise. “Shouldn’t you be checking on our dinner?”

Hoseok lets out an affronted huff. “Shouldn’t you come help me?”

“Shouldn’t you let me change first?” you retort, tugging playfully on the hem of his flowery apron.

That earns you another laugh, high and bright. “Go on, then,” he says. “Just don’t keep me waiting too long!”

With that, Hoseok returns to the kitchen, humming under his breath. You make your way to your shared bedroom, shucking off your coat and fishing a loose tee and shorts out of the dresser. Changing quickly, you head into the kitchen to join your boyfriend, peering around him curiously to see what’s on the stove.

“That smells good,” you murmur, winding your arms around his waist from behind.

Hoseok turns in your embrace and lifts a spoonful of food to your mouth. “I think it’s missing something, though. What do you think?”

“Maybe some more pepper?” you suggest, accepting the bite and chewing thoughtfully. “Or something spicy. Cayenne? Chili powder?”

He hums and grabs a bottle off the spice rack, adding a few dashes before giving it a quick stir and extending another heaping spoonful toward you. “Now?”

“Perfect.”

Satisfied, Hoseok returns to stirring the pot. You take up residence at the counter beside him, gathering up the array of washed vegetables in the sink and placing them on a cutting board. “How do you want these cut? Sliced? Diced?”

Hoseok glances up briefly, pursing his lips. “Diced,” he decides after a few seconds’ consideration. “Thanks, babe.”

“Sure thing.”

It’s comfortable, cooking with your boyfriend like this. After three years of dating and nearly two years of living together, the two of you work seamlessly in the kitchen. It’s a small, narrow space, but you’ve learned to adapt. Hoseok brings you a bowl to put the vegetables in before you even think to ask, and when you approach him to add them to the pot, he steps aside without even needing to look.

Hoseok is in the middle of seasoning the meat when the doorbell chimes. He almost drops the salt shaker at the sudden noise, and you giggle as you watch him fumble with the little porcelain Snoopy figurine. “Don’t drop Woodstock too,” you tease as you head for the entryway, earning a playful scowl from your scaredy-cat of a boyfriend.

When you swing open the front door, you are greeted immediately by a flurry of snow—a few fat flakes settling on your nose and cheeks. Brushing them away, you turn your attention instead to the young man standing on your doorstep, his shoulders dusted with white. He’s staring down at his phone, forehead creased, but straightens up with wide eyes when you clear your throat. “Oh! H-hi.”

You grin. “Hey, Jungkook. You wanna come in, or are you planning on staring at your phone some more?”

His cheeks flush. Sheepishly, he tucks his phone into his pocket and steps inside, toeing off his black Timberlands when he spots the shoe rack leaning against the wall. You take his coat, hanging it up neatly in the closet, and when he unwinds his scarf from his neck you hang that as well, returning his murmur of thanks with a smile and a squeeze of his hand. His answering smile is shy and hesitant, but he doesn’t let go of your hand. Instead, he twines his fingers with yours, his thumb brushing along your knuckles and sending warmth bubbling up in your chest.

Hoseok chooses that moment to poke his head out from the kitchen, his face splitting into a grin when he sees the two of you approaching hand-in-hand. “Hey, Kookie! You’re early!”

Jungkook’s eyebrows fly up to his hairline. “Oh, god. Sorry.” His gaze darts down to the watch on his wrist, and you see his eyes widen even more when he realizes that he’s arrived nearly twenty minutes before the scheduled time. “I must’ve—well, I definitely overestimated how long it would take to get here.”

Hoseok waves off the apology, his face melting into laughter. “Don’t worry about it, man. I’ll be done here in a few, if you wanna take a seat and make yourself comfortable.”

“Do you want anything to drink?” you ask, releasing Jungkook’s hand so you can inch around Hoseok to get to the cup cabinet. “We have wine, Sprite, milk, water… and that’s it.”

“Water is fine,” Jungkook says, leaning against the doorframe. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Filling two glasses, you are about to hand one over when the soft yellow glow of the oven light catches your attention. “Hey, Hobi?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. “What’s in the oven?”

“Chocolate chip cookies,” Hoseok replies nonchalantly.

You blink. “Chocolate chip cookies?”

“Yeah.”

“You made cookies. Cookies.”

The red-haired man chortles, turning around to wind his arms around your waist. “Don’t believe me? See for yourself.”

Disbelievingly, you peer into the oven, eyes widening when you see a baking tray lined neatly with balls of dough. They are just beginning to brown at the edges, and upon opening the oven door, the smell of warm vanilla immediately fills your nostrils.

“You’re gonna let all the heat out,” Hoseok points out, laying his hand atop yours and urging you to shut the oven. “Do you want raw cookie dough? Haven’t you heard of salmonella?”

“Are you kidding? I always want cookie dough,” you reply with a laugh. “Besides, these are basically done. Where’s the oven mitt?”

Hoseok grabs it off the counter and hands it over. Carefully, you put it on and pull the tray of cookies out of the oven, inhaling deeply as the delicious smell wafts over you. Hoseok moves an empty pan off the stove so you can put the tray down, and snorts out a laugh when you almost drop it.

“It was hot!” you whine, smacking his shoulder with your mittened hand. Hoseok pretends to stumble back, clutching his arm as if mortally wounded, and you giggle as his back hits the counter. Pulling off the oven mitt, you throw it at him playfully. It bounces off his chest and falls to the floor, and Hoseok follows its downward trajectory before looking back up at you. “Now you’ve done it,” he growls, raising his hands in mock threat, his fingers hooked like claws, and you shriek when he bounds across the tiny kitchen in a single step and begins tickling you. “Hobi! Haa—oh my god, I can’t—”

Hoseok, however, is merciless. He clutches onto your sides as you try to wriggle out of his grasp, holding on until you are reduced into a mess of flailing laughter, still uselessly trying to bat him away. “Give up yet?”

“Fine!” you gasp between giggles, trying to get some air back into your lungs. “You win!”

Chortling, Hoseok releases you, fixing your shirt where it had ridden up during his attack. “Don’t I always?”

You roll your eyes. Opening your mouth, you are about to respond when a sudden movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention. In the frenzy, you’d almost completely forgotten about your guest.

“Jungkook?”

The dark-haired young man freezes mid-step and turns back around sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck. “I’m sorry,” he rasps. “I should go—you probably don’t even want me here, and it’s getting late anyway…so I should just go. I’ll leave. I’m so sorry.”

“Wait—you don’t think we want you here?” you ask in disbelief. “Jungkook, I… why would you think that?”

The dark-haired young man shuffles his feet and gestures around vaguely. “It’s just that you—I mean, you have all of this, and I’m just—” He sighs, dejected. “It’s weird. I feel like I shouldn’t be here. Like I’m intruding, or something.”

Your heart sinks at his honest admission. Slowly, you take a step forward, taking his hand in yours and giving it a soft squeeze. “I understand,” you tell him, and it’s the truth. Your relationship with Hoseok carries a certain air of comfortable ease that can only be attained with time. And considering how Jungkook had only come into your life a mere three weeks ago, well, you want to kick yourself for your carelessness. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “This can’t be easy for you. But we like you, Jungkook. We like you a lot.”

Jungkook exhales shakily, gnawing on his bottom lip. You watch as his gaze flickers over to Hoseok, who is slowly making his way over, coming to a stop a few feet short of where you are standing. “We want you to be here, Jungkook,” he assures softly. “Wouldn’t have invited you over if we didn’t.”

You nod in agreement, exchanging a glance with your red-haired boyfriend before turning back to Jungkook. You can practically see the gears whirring in his head as he considers your words, shifting his weight from foot to foot. But then again, maybe words alone aren’t enough. He hasn’t tried to pull his hand away from yours yet, and you take that as a good sign. Slowly, you run your thumb along his knuckles before tracing a translucent blue vein up to his wrist. And when he sucks in a soft breath, brown eyes flickering down to meet yours, you lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek.

To your surprise—and delight—he doesn’t move away. His fingers tighten around yours as if in silent encouragement, and you are more than happy to oblige. Carefully, you press him backward until he’s seated on the couch again. You lay a hand on his denim-clad thigh, and, upon encountering no resistance, shift until you are settled firmly in his lap with your legs on either side of his muscular thighs.

“Is this okay?” you ask, squeezing his hand.

He swallows, his throat bobbing harshly. “Y-yeah. It is.”

You smile. Slowly, you drift closer until your noses are almost brushing, glancing up at his eyes for any signs of hesitance or discomfort. Finding none, you press closer still. You can hear his breath coming in soft pants and feel the warmth of each exhale against your cheeks, feverish and uneven. And then slowly, ever so slowly, you close the distance between your lips.

He tastes like cinnamon—sweet, yet with a hint of sharpness. His movements are tentative but firm, and by the time you finally pull away for air, his pupils are blown out and blacker than the night. Emboldened, you lean in again to press your lips to his jaw, kissing a trail down to the hollow of his collarbones and sucking lightly at the delicate skin. Your hands smooth along the taut ridges of his abdomen, and when his muscles tense, you can’t help the smile that settles on your face.

“Still okay?” you murmur softly, letting your fingertips drift down to his belt buckle.

His gaze flits down to your hands before meeting yours again. “Yeah. Still okay.”

“Good.”

Jungkook watches raptly as you unbuckle his belt, working the leather free so that you can pop the button of his jeans. His breath hitches when you brush your thumb along the growing bulge in his pants, and anticipation flares up in your belly when you feel how hot and heavy he is even through the worn denim. Slowly, you lift yourself off his lap, lowering yourself down to the floor and urging him to spread his legs so you can situate yourself between them. Your knees are digging into the carpet and your back is against the edge of the coffee table, but you can’t even bright yourself to care because Jungkook is gazing down at you with darkened eyes, completely entranced by the way your hands smooth up his thighs and to his waistband. Obediently, he lifts his hips so that you can tug his jeans down, and lets out a quiet hiss when his cock finally springs free.

“Gorgeous,” you breathe, relishing the flush that overtakes his cheeks at your remark. He isn’t fully hard yet, but grows rapidly underneath your fingertips as you reach out and give him a few languid strokes. And when you lean forward to give the tip a kittenish lick, he lets out a low, cavernous groan that sends heat straight to your core.

Emboldened, you take the head of his cock between your lips, sucking lightly before dipping your tongue into the slit at the tip. Jungkook’s hips stutter, sending his dick deeper into the warmth of your mouth, and you indulge him by flattening your tongue and sinking down until he’s reached the back of your throat.

“Oh, fuck—” Jungkook rasps, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. His thighs tense up as you slide your tongue along the vein running along the underside of his cock, his fingers twitching toward your head but stopping just shy of tangling in your hair. Instead, he finds the swell of your cheek, stroking along the soft skin with the pad of his thumb. “Jesus, {Name}.”

Pride wells up in your chest when you hear the desperation lacing his voice. Glancing up through your lashes, you meet his gaze, his eyes dark and hooded and staring down at you with wonder. Deliberately, you let your hand slide up his thigh, savoring the way his muscles twitch beneath your touch. Reaching his hips, you trace his pelvic bones gently before dipping beneath the hem of his shirt and pushing it up. Jungkook moans when you run your fingers along the dips and ridges of his taut stomach, and you, determined to ruin him even more, pull off of his cock only to flatten your tongue and lick a stripe along the vein on the underside, all the way from the base to the tip. Then you envelop him back into your mouth, until he’s hitting the back of your throat and you can swallow around him.

Jungkook’s head falls back with a hoarse groan. “Fuck. Fuck, that—that feels so good—”

“Don’t let him come, princess.”

Hoseok’s voice suddenly sounds from your right. Warm fingers trail down your spine, and you shiver when you feel him kneel down beside you, pushing the collar of your shirt aside and pressing his lips to your exposed shoulder.

“Stand up,” he orders softly. His warm breath raises goosebumps on your skin, and immediately you are releasing Jungkook’s cock, watching it flop against his stomach as you clamber to your feet.

Jungkook blinks dazedly. You can see the unspoken questions swimming in his eyes—confusion and disappointment written across his face at your sudden abandonment. But it’s quickly replaced by heady anticipation, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips as Hoseok makes himself comfortable on the coffee table.

“Come here, princess,” he murmurs, patting his thigh. One hand settles on your hip as you sit down, squeezing gently before pushing the thin material of your shirt up. “And this—I think it’s time we got this off. What do you think, Jungkookie?”

Jungkook nods slowly, too busy drinking in every inch of your newly exposed skin to give Hoseok a proper answer. Hoseok doesn’t seem to mind, though, chuckling softly as he tugs your shirt over your head. His hands return once he’s tossed it away, cupping your breasts and skimming his thumbs across your nipples until they pebble under his touch. Sighing, you let your body relax into his embrace, electricity dancing up your spine when laughter rumbles through his chest once more.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Hoseok breathes against your ear. “But I bet Jungkook’s cock will feel even better, stretching you open and filling you up. Don’t you think so?”

You nod, shivering when Hoseok’s hands trail south, sliding down your stomach and coming to a stop at the waistband of your shorts. “Stand up for me,” he commands, tugging the material down along with your panties to pool at your feet. Experimentally, Hoseok slides his hand between your legs, and when he pulls away, his fingers are glistening.

“Drenched,” he remarks, so casually he may as well have been talking about the weather. Deliberately, he spreads his fingers apart, admiring the way your juices string between them before letting his tongue dart out for a taste. “And so fucking sweet. You always taste so good, princess. Why don’t you let Jungkookie get a taste too?”

In an instant, you find yourself pulled down onto Hoseok’s lap again, your legs forcibly spread wide. The exposure is enough to have your cheeks flushing with warmth, but your embarrassment is nothing compared to Jungkook’s—his desire for you warring with his lingering hesitance and culminating in a rosy blush that blossoms across his cheeks and stays there, even as he allows Hoseok to grab his hand and tug him until he’s kneeling between your spread thighs. Dark, beseeching doe eyes meet yours, silently asking for permission. His hand, still twined with Hoseok’s, is warm on your knee.

Gently, you reach out, twining your fingers until all three of your hands are interlocked. Jungkook squeezes yours, and you squeeze back.

And then he’s leaning forward, his soft lips closing around your clit. He lavishes the sensitive nub with attention—flicking at it with the tip of his tongue before sucking gently, and then harder when that doesn’t garner an immediate reaction. The sudden burst of stimulation has your mouth falling open in a moan, and you feel his mouth curl up into a satisfied smile at the sound.

Hoseok chooses that moment to mold his hands around your breasts again, tugging at your nipples before rolling them between his fingers. Your head lolls back against his shoulder, your chest heaving, and he presses his lips to your cheek before seeking out your mouth, kissing you with a fervor that leaves you desperate for more.

Something is coiling in the pit of your stomach, winding tighter and tighter like a spring. Your thighs clench around Jungkook’s head, his hair tickling your skin, but he’s quick to spread you back open and dive in with renewed vigor. He alternates between licking long stripes along your entrance and circling your clit with his tongue, and when he suddenly slips a finger inside, you gasp and break away from Hoseok.

“Jungkook!”

“Wanna make you come,” he says, pulling away from your pussy just long enough to mumble the words. Then he’s sucked your clit back into his mouth, adding a second finger and curling them upward with each thrust. You keen out his name again, threading your fingers into his hair. Your body tenses.

And then you’re unraveling, clenching so tightly around Jungkook’s fingers that he’s forced to stop his movements entirely. Instead, he flattens his tongue and lets you grind against him, drawing out every wave of pleasure until you’re falling limp in Hoseok’s arms, completely and utterly breathless.

It takes you a few long moments to realize that Hoseok is speaking again—and to you, nonetheless. “How are you feeling, princess? Think you can take Jungkook’s cock now?”

The thought alone has you salivating. “Yes,” you breathe, watching the dark-haired man straighten up and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Why don’t you lay down on the couch, then?” Hoseok suggests, nudging you forward and giving your ass a playful smack. He relaxes back onto the coffee table as you make yourself comfortable on the soft cushions, freeing his hardening dick from his jeans with one hand. “I could use a show,” he adds with a wink.

Jungkook glances from you to Hoseok, and then back to you again. Uncertainty begins to overtake his expression, but you grab his hand and pull him down onto the couch beside you before he can say anything. “I want your cock so bad, Jungkook,” you murmur, reaching out and running your thumb over the head of his erection, slick and hot. “Please.”

“Christ,” Jungkook rasps, his hips stuttering and his eyes darkening to obsidian as he glances at your hand wrapped around him. “You can have it, baby. You can have anything you want.”

You aren’t sure who leans in first, but the next thing you know, you’re kissing. It’s sloppier than the first time, all tongues and teeth as he clambers over your body and cages you against the couch cushions with an arm on either side of your head. You can feel his cock against your thigh, hot as a brand against your bare skin, and the reminder of what’s to come has you murmuring his name like a prayer. Your fingers tangle in the silky hair at his nape, and when he groans and presses himself flush against your body, you smooth your hands across his shoulders and down his muscular back.

“Jungkook,” you breathe, tugging at the soft material of his collared button-up. “Shirt. Take it off.”

He obliges, fumbling with the buttons for a moment too long before you decide to help him, starting with the bottommost buttons while he starts at the top. In seconds, his shirt is discarded and forgotten, joining the ever-growing pile of clothing scattered around the room as you pull him back in for another kiss. Your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his back, and Jungkook must sense your desperation because he pulls back with a soft laugh, reaching down to palm his cock. He lines himself up and pushes inside, and you keen as he nestles deep inside your core.

“God,” you warble, clutching helplessly at his shoulders as he rolls his hips. The hot, heavy drag of his cock along your walls is enough to send all rational thought flying out of your head, your body reveling in the way he pulls back only to ram even deeper. “Your cock feels so good,” you gasp, nails raking across his back when he picks up his pace. “So, so good. Fuck, Jungkook, oh my god—”

Jungkook grunts, his grip on your waist tightening. You can see sweat beginning to line his temples, matting down the hair at his nape and around his ears. His breath is coming quicker now—but he’s not the only one. You are short on air yourself, and when you glance over at Hoseok, you see that he isn’t faring much better, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths as he strokes himself.

“Jungkook,” the older man begins, his voice thick. “Can you handle me joining in?”

The younger man’s rhythm falters slightly, his throat bobbing as he nods slowly in assent. Hoseok stands up, shucking off his jeans, and you vaguely hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper before he lets the denim fall to the ground. Carefully, he kneels behind Jungkook, whose breath hitches when Hoseok’s hands trail down his spine. His dick is still inside you, but his movements stop entirely as Hoseok prepares him.

The sound that leaves Jungkook’s lips when Hoseok finally slides home is nothing short of sinful. Caught somewhere between a low whimper and a sharp gasp, it catches in his throat and jolts his entire body forward, sending his cock even deeper inside you.

“Oh, fuck.” Your fingers fly up to clutch at his shoulders, nails digging crescents into the skin when he thrusts forward involuntarily. His head falls forward onto your shoulder, his nose buried in your clavicle, and for a few moments, there is only the sound of Jungkook’s ragged breathing. You know from past conversations that the younger man has never done anything like this before, and both you and Hoseok had promised to take it slow. Hoseok squeezes his hip gently, giving him ample time to adjust to being pinioned between the two of you, and you rub along his tense shoulders, massaging the muscles until you feel him relax.

It isn’t long before Jungkook is raising his head, sweat-dampened hair falling into his eyes. Gingerly, he rolls his hips, his mouth falling open when he sinks back into your aching heat. Your back arches at the surge of fullness, savoring the way his heavy cock drags along your walls with every thrust. He works up a gradual rhythm, his thumb finding its way to circle your clit, and you soon find that the familiar coil in your tummy is beginning to tighten once more.

When Jungkook’s pace stutters slightly, you know that Hoseok has started up his own rhythm, timing his thrusts perfectly to drive the younger man even deeper inside you. Words are long forgotten—the room filling with groans and whimpers and the obscene sound of skin against skin. It’s the sound of three becoming one—you can no longer tell where your body ends and theirs begin—and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Jungkook reaches his high first, his fingers digging into you waist as he floods you with spurts of creamy warmth. He collapses with a low groan, his breath warm and sticky against the crook of your neck, and you laughingly crane your head so you can press a kiss to his temple. He nestles closer, seeking out your lips like a flower in the sun, and it’s only once he’s licking lazily into your mouth that he suddenly freezes.

“Wait, y-you didn’t come,” he stammers, eyes wide with alarm as he pulls away to glance between you and Hoseok. “And neither did you… oh, fuck, I—”

You can’t help it—you giggle. “Baby, I feel amazing,” you tell him, stroking his cheek before pressing a soft kiss to the little scar that sits high on his cheekbone. “You don’t have to worry about a thing. Besides, I already came once on your tongue, remember?”

“Plus,” Hoseok adds, “now I get to finish her off. Bet it won’t take much, right, princess?” Experimentally, he presses his thumb into your clit, huffing out a satisfied chuckle when you jolt at the pressure. “Thought so.” Turning to Jungkook, he gestures for the younger man to sit back. As soon as he’s out of the way, Hoseok shifts until he’s kneeling between your spread legs. Jungkook’s cum is beginning to dribble out of your ravaged pussy, slicking along your thighs, but Hoseok is quick to gather some onto his fingers and push it back inside.

Your head falls back as he sinks a third finger inside you, curling them upward until he’s found the spot that’s sure to send you into oblivion. He strokes his cock in time with his thrusts, his thumb coming up to rub messily at your clit, and it isn’t long before you’re tightening around his fingers, your hips bucking against his hand as the coil in your tummy snaps. A wave of pleasure crashes over you, rendering you utterly boneless beneath him.

“Where… where do you want me?” Hoseok grunts as he quickens his pace, his thumb gliding over the swollen head of his cock. His jaw is tense and his teeth are gritted, and you know that he’s getting dangerously close to his own high.

“Doesn’t matter,” you tell him breathlessly, reaching for his free hand and interlacing your fingers. “I want you everywhere. I want you all over me.”

Hoseok groans at your incendiary words, his throat bobbing harshly. “That’s my girl,�� he rasps, squeezing your hand. And then he’s coming, thick ropes of white spilling onto your stomach and thighs.

For a while, everything is still. Hoseok falls lax against the backrest beside Jungkook, taking the younger man’s hand in his free one. You cannot find the energy to sit up, so you remain sprawled on the other end of the couch. Somehow, your feet end up in Hoseok’s lap.

At some point, Jungkook stands up and disappears into the kitchen, returning with a damp paper towel. He kneels down beside you, wiping at your sticky skin with such tenderness that your heart swells in your chest. “I’m glad you decided to stay,” you whisper, smiling tiredly up at him.

Jungkook smiles back, rewarding you with a flash of his adorably prominent teeth. “Me too.”

///

Dinner is cold, but that’s okay.

The meal passes quickly in a flurry of conversation and laughter, and you and Hoseok opt to do the dishes while Jungkook wipes down the dining table.

“So, how do you think it went?” you ask, peering at the dark-haired man from out of the corner of your eye. He’s humming softly to himself while he works, the veins in his arms bulging as he works on a particularly stubborn speck of food.

Hoseok follows the direction of your gaze, fiddling idly with a half-washed bowl. “I don’t know,” he says with a sigh. “He was ready to leave at the beginning of the night. That’s not a good sign.”

“But he didn’t,” you point out. “He stayed.”

The red-haired man nods. “Yeah. Tonight he did. But who knows what will happen later?” He pauses, studying his soapy sponge carefully before speaking again, this time in a voice that’s barely above a whisper. “You remember how Taehyung didn’t work out.”

You nod.”Yeah. I remember.” Your gaze skitters over to the young man in the dining room again, who is now singing under his breath. “But I think Jungkook will.”

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rsbry-beret · 4 years

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Intent At Tuning In On You

Find it on Ao3 here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24191749

Tobin wasn’t trying to snoop. That should be cleared up right away- it was a real, actual accident that he found Leif’s personal laptop still open on his desk, signed into YouTube and everything.

Yeah, he hadn’t knocked before he came in like he was supposed to. Leif had a weird policy about ‘personal privacy’ and ‘I respect your space, please respect mine’. Probably because of that one time in college when Tobin had walked in on him- anyway, Tobin thought it was a stupid policy, but it was Leif’s stupid policy, so he didn’t argue.

And sure, when Leif hadn’t answered Tobin had come in, but that wasn’t unreasonable! Leif could have slipped on his immaculate and regularly mopped floors and he could be bleeding out from his head. Really, Tobin was being responsible by checking on him.

Maybe when Tobin saw that Leif wasn’t in the room, he hadn’t left immediately. Sue him, he was hardly ever in here- he and Leif usually chilled in the living room together, and between Leif’s ‘privacy, seriously Tobin, do I need to use it in a sentence?’ and the fact that they had the same work hours, Tobin didn’t usually have a reason to be in there.

Once Tobin was in the room, he happened to remember that Leif was out for groceries. Whoops? Well, if he was in there anyway he may as well look around, just to tidy up. It’d be a welcome surprise for Leif, coming back to a clean room.

Of course, the room was already spotless. Whatever.

Leif’s room was exactly what one might guess- white walls with one blue accent wall, dark wood furniture. Fucking- Tobin blinked. Three bookshelves somehow wedged in the tiny room, all bursting with a weird assortment of classic literature and graphic novels and no less than four dictionaries. The two of them had moved in at the same time, but they were both so busy trying to get all their stuff up the stairs before having to pay for an extra hour with the U-Haul that Tobin hadn’t really had the time to see what Leif’s room looked like.

There was one lone cactus sitting precariously on the window sill. Tobin looked at it and smiled.

More interestingly, Leif’s personal laptop was sitting, open, on the desk. Tobin felt himself glide over before he could even pretend to stop himself.

On the screen was a little loading bar, 98% complete, with little text that said uploading… please do not log out at this time…

The computer pinged, and set back to a YouTube homepage. Oh holy shit. This was Leif’s password-protected, ridiculously-private, undoubtedly-personal video diary.

And Tobin had access to the whole thing, right that second.

He backed away from the desk very quickly, not trusting himself not to click through and watch them all. His foot snagged on something, probably the dangerously clean hardwood floors, and Tobin fell, gracelessly, onto Leif’s perfectly-made bed with a whoomp.

By the time Leif got back from the store, Tobin was sitting on the couch watching Star Trek and acting, if he said so himself, totally casual.

Leif dropped his reusable tote bag (his favorite one, with the whale decal that was made from 100% recycled materials, because he was just that kind of guy) on the kitchen counter and immediately turned around to look at Tobin, hands on his hips and ice cream left to melt rapidly outside of the freezer.

“Need any help, bro?” Tobin asked nervously.

Leif squinted. “What did you do?”

“Nothing.”

“Dude.”

“Nothing! You know, Leif, in a friendship you need to trust the other person.”

Leif sighed and turned to open the freezer. “For the record, you’re so full of shit I can literally smell it, but rocky road is more valuable to me than this conversation.”

“Ouch. Leif that was… ice cold.” Tobin tried to pay attention to Spock, and failed, like the snoopy monster he was.

“Stop,” Leif said quietly, in that strangely-fond tone of voice he only ever used when Tobin made a joke that he was trying not to laugh at.

Netflix asked Tobin if he was still there. He wasn’t sure if he was, actually, but he clicked for the next episode to start anyway.

Leif always refused to ask for Tobin’s help putting the groceries away, another weird independence thing he had, and Tobin had learned by now that if he argued with Leif on adulting-things he’d just get pissy for a few hours. As it was, Tobin paid more attention to the sound of cupboards opening and closing a few yards away from him than he did the title sequence.

Tobin couldn’t really believe he was listening to Leif doing chores instead of Captain Kirk doing… something.

Leif sat down on the couch next to him. “What episode, dude?”

“Uh…” Tobin fumbled with the remote before dropping it on the floor, batteries scattering. Leif stared. “I don’t… know?”

Silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by an urgent “beam me up, Scotty!” spoken from the screen. Slowly, Leif slid from the couch to kneel on the floor, fixing the remote and turning off the tv.

Leif sat back down next to Tobin.

“Okay, for real, what’s up with you right now?”

Tobin panicked. “I went into your room!”

Leif froze. Then, slowly and purposefully, asked “is that all?”

“I know you don’t like it when I invade your privacy and shit. Seriously, I’m sorry man…” Tobin looked at his hands fidgeting with his ring before laying his hands flat on his knees, forcing himself to look up at Leif.

“Right,” he said, still sounding cautious. “Well, thank you for telling me-“

“Your laptop was open.”

Jesus Christ, Tobin needed to learn how to shut his mouth.

Leif sat up straight, stiff, like he wasn’t sure if he should run away or something, which was- which was not good, definitely.

“As in, my laptop was open and you saw what was on the screen?”

“As in, your laptop was open and I saw that it was still on and that a video was uploading and I was really curious but-“

Leif cut him off this time, voice high as he rushed out “I am so sorry, Tobin. I didn’t want you to find out this way.” He sounded out of breath, like he just got back from jogging or was about to hyperventilate, or… well, probably he was about to hyperventilate.

Shit, he was about to hyperventilate.

“Hey, woah, Leif.” Tobin quickly scooched over, lifting his arm and laying it around Leif’s shaking shoulders, letting gravity pull him down so he was slumping against Leif.

When Leif got like this, buzzing and anxious and flighty, he needed something to keep him feeling grounded. Tobin first found out about it in sixth grade, right before their Greek mythology debate, when Leif wouldn’t stop pacing until Tobin snapped and tugged him into a tight hug.

Just like when they were eleven, Leif immediately melted into Tobin, ducking his head under Tobin’s chin and exhaling warmly against his collarbone.

They sat there quietly for a while, Tobin breathing as slowly as possible in the hopes that Leif would match it. He rubbed Leif’s back absentmindedly.

Eventually Leif spoke again, still pressed against Tobin’s chest, but words clear. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin everything, and I’ll get over you, I swear, I just need more time. I’m sorry, Tobin. I’m so sorry.”

Tobin blinked. His hand froze on Leif’s back. What.

“What?”

Leif pulled back haltingly, like he didn’t want to at all. “I know you don’t feel the same, and it’s okay, because you’re my best friend first. I just don’t want to lose you, man.” Leif scratched at his neck.

Tobin blue screened

“No, wait, what? Back up, please. I have no idea what’s going on.”

Leif’s eyebrows furrowed. “You saw what was on my laptop, right?”

Tobin leaned forward slightly. “Yeah. You had your YouTube thing up, and I really wanted to look at it but I knew you’d never forgive me, so I didn’t look, but I shouldn’t have been there in the first place and I invaded your privacy and so I wanted to apologize.”

Tobin watched as Leif’s face contorted rapidly. He tried to count out all the emotions he saw there- confusion, panic, realization- before giving up. Eventually he settled on something trying to be casual but looking more horrified than anything else.

“Oh. Right. Okay, then.” Leif’s ears were bright red. He tried to stand, but Tobins hand was still half on his shoulder, so Tobin pulled him back down again.

“No. No, not okay. What were you saying, Leif?” Tobin could feel his heart, not quite stuck in his throat but up in his shoulders, tense and beating fast and too hard.

“I think you know,” he said quietly.

Tobin dragged his hand down Leif’s arm, folding around his hand. “I think I need you to tell me.”

Leif stared at their intertwined hands before looking up and meeting Tobin’s eyes. “I’m in love with you, Tobin Batra.”

It wasn’t a surprise, in hindsight. But it was different to know something, intrinsically and unquestionably, in the back of his head, than it was to hear it out loud and in the open.

Leif Donnelly was in love with him. He tried the words out in his head, curled his mouth around it silently. It felt… nice.

Leif was still staring at him, hopeful, but Tobin wasn’t done thinking yet. He held his hand tighter. “Give me a minute?”

Leif’s face fell. “Yeah, of course, dude.” He half-stood again, but Tobin didn’t let go.

“No.” Leif looked confused, torn, a little hurt. “No, stay. I just- stay for a minute while I think?”

Tobin watched as something unfolded in Leifs eyes. He sat down again, calm and soft, and held Tobin’s hand back just as tight.

Leif Donnelly was in love with him. Was he in love with Leif Donnelly? He stared at Leif’s eyes, blue and bright and shining even in the light of their shitty IKEA lamp that they bought together for Leif’s college dorm. He stared at the curve of his nose, at his lips and his floppy hair and his ears that were still a little red.

Tobin felt the weight of Leif’s hand in his hand. Tobin didn’t really want that to go away, ever. He couldn’t think of a single time he wanted that to go away, honestly, which meant that whatever he was feeling wasn’t new.

So, he was in love with Leif, and had been since before he knew what it was. Good to know.

“I’m in love with you too,” Tobin finally said. Leif’s hand went slack and his head jolted slightly, as if this was any surprise at all. “I kind of only realized right this second, but yeah, I’ve definitely been in love with you for a while.”

Leif swayed slightly, backwards and then forwards again. And then forwards more, so their noses were almost touching but not quite, and it was a little weird to try to meet his eyes, so Tobin just closed his eyes and brought his other hand up to Leif’s jaw, holding him there.

It felt nice to hold him. To just be this close to him. He wondered how he hadn’t figured this out sooner.

Well, he was glad he figured it out now, at least. No point lingering over lost time when the two of them had so much ahead of them.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” Tobin said quietly, “and then I’m going to explain to you that if I’d wanted to watch your vlogs I would’ve just hacked into the YouTube servers again, and that I didn’t because I care about you . Is that okay?”

Leif leaned forward the rest of the way, and that was answer enough.

Title from Video Killed The Radio Star by The Buggles

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cbxlaineyaesthetic · 4 years

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You’ll Be In My Heart

“We are not naming them Luke and Leia.”

It’s a warm May evening and a very pregnant Lainey is laying back on the couch, her head on her husband's lap, and a bowl of reese's pieces positioned on her swollen belly as they watch a movie. “Besides, the doctor said they are both girls.”

CB groaned in frustration. “Why would a higher power give me twins and not make one of them a boy.” He quickly looked over at her and then put his hand on her belly. “I’m sorry girls, daddy loves you very much, but we really got to talk about names. I mean they are going to make their appearance any day now.”

Lainey sighed and looked down at her stomach. “I mean they could totally come out now, I’m ready.” She winced when one of the girls kicked her sharply. “Seriously, I’m ready.”

“But they can’t be nameless.” CB interjected and Lainey nodded in agreement. “So-”

“So, we are deciding tonight?” She asks and her husband nods his head. “Can I be honest with you, I have had one name on my mind, Theodora, for my Gam-Gam. I was thinking we can call her Thea for short.” Hazel eyes looked up at him with hope. “And then I thought about your Nana, Eleanor. So Thea and Ella, what do you think? Our girls are named after the two women who made us who we are today.”

CB beams at her. “I love that, and I think it will make Nana and Gam-Gam’s day when they meet them. How long have you been holding onto that one.”

Lainey moves the candy from her belly and sits up. “A while now, I don’t know, it just fits for the girls. Believe it or not, Beverly Goldberg put the thought it my head. I mean, she suggested that I name one of them after her, so it got the gears turning and-”

“You do know that means that she will be beyond disappointed when she finds out one of them isn’t named after her.” CB warns and Lainey shrugs. “I mean the woman has been a saint since you’ve been put on bedrest, cooking for us, coming over here while I’m at work, cleaning our house-”

“Easy fix, Theodora Beverly Brown and Eleanor Lillian Brown, I have it all planned out.” Lainey teases as she leans in and kisses her husband softly.

“Mm, did I ever tell you that you are a genius.” CB flirts back and then frowns when his wife pulls away, wincing. “What? Do I have popcorn breath or something?”

Lainey shakes her head no and puts a hand on her stomach. “No, it’s just- they are very aggressive with the kicking tonight.” She hisses again in pain and CB sits straight up. “Whoever is doing the kickings just needs to chill out.” Lainey said through gritted teeth.

“Are you sure it’s just kicking?” CB carefully asked, standing up to get the phone. “How long has it been going on?”

“Oh you know, since this afternoon- ow, damnit.” Lainey growls and then looks up at her husband. “What? Don’t look at me, it’s not time yet!”

CB nods his head, wanting to point out the fact that five minutes ago, she was lamenting about how she was ready. Now his strong wife looked terrified at the fact that it was time. “Okay, I’m going to get the bag ready and call your dad and my parents- and Beverly Goldberg to meet us at the hospital, I think it is time.”

Lainey takes a long breath in and stands up. “Look, babe, I am fine. No need to call anyone because I am perfectly-” And just like that, her water breaks and Lainey looks down at the stain on their new carpet. “Aw crap.” She curses and then rolls her eyes. “Don’t forget to call the neighbor, someone has to let Snoopy out!” She looks over at their first baby, the one year old border collie who has managed to sleep through this. “

~*~*~*~

She is pretty sure that CB actually broke a few laws while getting her to the hospital and he sort of forgets her in the car when they reach the ER. He does come back for her though and helps her out, holding her hand as she waddles to the front desk. “This is my wife.” He huffs, out of breath. “And those are our twins in there.” He adds pointing to her belly. “And they want out.”

The nurse looks at them for a moment and Lainey wonders if just like the TV, they are going to be forced to wait in the waiting room. “Alright sweety.” She says with a smile. “I already got a wheelchair ready for you, Susan will take you up and get you a room.” The nurse kindly says. “Will there be any family coming?”

Lainey nods, breathing through the pain as she sits down in the chair. “Yeah, a big group of people-” She looks up at CB. “Did you call Erica?”

CB face turns white. “Crap, I knew there was someone I forgot. Lainey, I am so sorry. I-”

“It’s alright, I called her!”

They both turn their heads to see Beverly Goldberg rushing through the front doors, nightgown on and her hair in curlers. “I already took care of that, this is a crazy time am I right?” She adds with a laugh. “Just get up there and deliver those babies so I can squeeze them, I’ll take care of everything else.”

After ten hours of labor, the girls are finally brought into the world. CB thinks they are the most beautiful babies he had ever seen. They are a little bit on the small side so after they are taken off of Lainey’s chest, they are whisked away to the nursery. CB sits by Lainey until she shoos him away so she can sleep, so CB stands outside the glass window of the nursery and smiles down at his newborn daughters. He can’t quite figure out who they look like now, but they are perfect.

“They are beautiful.” Says the voice of Beverly Goldberg who was standing right next to him. He doesn’t exactly know how or when she joined them. “Such precious little girls.” Her voice is kind and soft. “You know Charles, I totally saw this coming.”

“Saw what coming?” CB asks and Beverly shakes her head.

“You and Lainey. Don’t get me wrong, but when my son and Lainey got back together, I didn’t see it lasting. They were too different and they were both holding each other back. Now, you know I love Lainey as if she was one of my own, hell I adored her even before She and Barry started dating. The girl needed a mother and you know me, I don’t mind mothering. So when I got news that they broke up, I was actually relieved because now they could actually grow. So then I thought back to when I first saw the two of you. I came by the school to help Lainey with a difficult parent and you two were talking in the hall. In all my years of knowing Lainey, I had never seen her smile the way she was smiling at you. So-” She went into her purse and pulled out an index card. “I put the two of you into my yenta dex and correctly predicted how long it would take for her to realize that you were the one for her. See that, two years. I called it.” She smiled proudly.

CB looked down at the pink, glittery index card and smirked. “You really did.”

“Though I am disappointed that one of the girls isn't named after me.” Beverly grumbles and CB shakes his head.

“Actually, Lainey decided and I agreed to name them after women who changed our lives, helped us to become who we are today. So Eleanor Lillian is named for my Nana and my mom and Theodora Beverly is named for her Gam-Gam and-”

“Me? She said that I changed her life?” Oh that girl, she’s amazing.” Beverly was sobbing now, happy tears as Lainey came walking down the hallway. “And there she is, oh you amazing and beautiful woman, come here and give me a hug!”

Lainey looked over at CB with a confused look. “Thank you?” She pulls away. “Are you crying?”

“Yes, of course I am crying. Charles here told me about how you gave one of those darling girls my name. Where is Erica, I have to tell her- wait, how are you feeling honey?”

“I’m alright, a little tired still and in a whole lot of pain-” Lainey turns to look at her daughters. “But Thea and Ella were worth it.”

Beverly Goldberg can’t help but grin at the young couple. “I’ll just leave you to be then and go scold my own blood related daughter about not naming her son after me.”

CB smirks as he wrapped his arm around his wife’s shoulder. “Look at them, we made that.”

“Didn’t take long did it?” Lainey teases, smiling coly up at her husband. “Married for about five months and bam, pregnant.” She shrugs. “I was so worried at first, the two of us on a teacher's salary with bills and a house and a dog who chews through everything, but looking at those two? I don’t know, it just makes everything worth it.”

CB can’t help but to lean down and kiss her, he didn’t think it was possible to be even more in love with Lainey Brown.

~*~*~*~

Thea and Ella really aren’t difficult babies. When they finally take them home, Lainey and CB work out a schedule for them which quickly backfires so they end up making an easier one that they can both follow. CB enjoys his time off of work, even more so that he doesn’t have to go back until September, being that the school year would be over by the time his leave was over. So he gets to spend his summer with his three favorite girls. He begins to notice that the twins are a perfect mixture of himself and Lainey, his Nana was right, they do make very pretty babies.

He keeps thinking how lucky he is during quiet moments when he catches Lainey singing to the girls. It’s usually a song that was currently on the radio, his favorite was when he caught her singing ‘Zombie’ to the girls. She could only look back at him with a simple shrug, explaining that it was important that the girls expand their musical knowledge and she honestly couldn’t get the song out of her head, also she was a bit delirious from lack of sleep.“Besides, I do believe that a song by The Cranberries was playing during our first kiss.” She would add with a wink.

Though his favorite song to hear her sing to the girls was ‘You’ll Be In My Heart’ It was all over the radio now, and the power balled was perfect for her. CB would lean against the door frame, listening quietly as she sang.

He is grateful for all the help they get. Between his mom, her own mom and Beverly, they really aren’t alone in this. They teach him the simple things, how to warm up the milk, how to swaddle them, even how to change a diaper. CB is always happy when he hears one of the older women announcing that they have arrived because as much as he loves his daughter, sleep is also much appreciated too.

Though as the hot mornings begin to cool down and it’s almost time for them both to return to work, CB and Lainey take time to lay on their bed with Thea and Ella on CB’s chest and Lainey wrapped around him. “I was thinking.” He begins and Lainey hums in response. “We should start thinking about having another one.”

He feels her smile against his chest, her knuckles dragging up Ella’s back. “When these two start Pre-k, then we can have another.” She sighs as her babies snore softly. “For now, these two are all we need.”

~*~*~*~*~

That isn’t exactly how things work out, the girls are three when Lainey gives birth to another little girl. Chloe was a surprise to say the least, more so that Lainey and CB got a little too drunk at the staff christmas party. Chloe’s birth was fast and easy compared to the twins and when CB asks for another one, all Lainey can do is roll her eyes and tell him that she’d think about it. She just had to get through Thea and Ella’s first day of pre-k.

~*~*~*~*~

It was a cool September morning, 2000 and something when the girls posed for pictures for their first day of Pre-K at William Penn Academy. Thea is 100% Lainey, sticking her tongue out and striking a pose. She had the habit of turning everything into an instrument and the level of sass inside her tiny body could rival her mother’s. While Ella, however, was all him. She was on the shy side, loved a good book and had no problem watching Star Wars over and over again. Chloe sat calmly in her rocker, her tuft of brown curls falling into her blue eyes as she laughed at her sisters.

As the family of five piles into the minivan, Lainey stops her husband and puts a hand on his chest. “Remember, we drop them off, give them love and then let them do their thing. We can’t show how upset we are that our babies are going to school and then out into the real world before we know it.” She takes a deep breath, running her hand through Chloe’s curls as the infant on her hip begins to fuss. “That’s it, we’re having another one. Thea and Ella are going to Pre-K, I’m dropping my baby off at daycare, we need another one.” She decides and CB smiles softly and grips her shoulders.

“Lain, the girls will be okay.” He comforts her. “They are fierce and strong just like their mom and as much as I love this talk about another kiddo, let's wait until Chloe is at least walking on her own.” CB wraps a loving arm around his wife and kisses the top of her head. “The girls will be fine, besides, we can totally check on the twins during the day and who is to say that a certain ‘Smother’ won’t be checking up on Chloe?”

“Aw, you called in the cavalry?” Lainey asked and CB shook his head. “You are a great man, Charlie Brown.”

“And you are an amazing woman, Lainey Brown.”

#cb x lainey #lainey lewis #charlie cb brown #schooled fan fic #lainey x cb

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mikaa-exe · 5 years

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Demon hunter au | Demon!Hyunjin x DemonHunter!Reader

Requested by @jung-snoopy-woo, thank you so much for your kind words ^^

•Gender neutral reader

•fluff uwu

•some swear words here and there

•might have some typos but I'll fix them asap if I find any

We don't want to brag here but

You kinda were the best demon hunter of your area

Those naughty creatures got nothing on you

You were always one step ahead

You've been doing this for so long that you already knew every trick they would use to mislead you, every action and almost every face and name -_-

And you could see that they were scared of you, even if they didn't show it

You're basically a whole badass reader damn!!

Let's give some context here

So there's been demons around since before you were born

They aren't the evil bloodthristy creatures that you normally find in books or movies

Well most of them aren't

Some of them kill and do that whole satan thing but the rest are chill most of the time

They're just a pain in the butt jesus

The demons love to be mischievous and play tricks on every one

They steal not because they need money or products but because they love chaos

They go to peoples houses just to mess with their closets and dishes

They eat your food before you can even finish cooking it

They even steal candies from children >:( those bastards

So it's your job to capture these creatures when they get too out of control

You're amazing but there is one specific demon that haunts your nightmares

Hwang Hyunjin -_-

This demon has been YOUR pain in the butt for almost 6 years now!!

The first time he appeared was in your bedroom, you were about to fall asleep when you felt your hair being pulled from behind you

Boy you were hella fast to jump from your bed and grab the closest thing to you in that moment, which was YOUR GUN- no I'm joking, it was a knife, you don't bring guns to bed, that's gross

You looked around but it was too dark to see anything so you sneackly walked to the switch and BAM

No one was there

The fuck

-_-

Now at this point you were positive it was a demon but why wasn't he showing itself or attacking you again? That's not common of them

-"Did you lose something?"

JESUSWTFISHAPPENINGBITCHIGOTAKNIFEANDIMNOTAFRAIDTOUSEIT

The voice behind you made you jump and hit your head in the light that hanged from the wall

Well ouch that was really unecessary

You looked up and--

Wow hello cutie

NOP

WHAT THE FUCK READER IT'S A DEMON AND IT JUST PULLED YOUR HAIR GET YOUR FEELINGS TOGETHER

The little shit had the audacy to l a u g h

Bitch

- "Aren't you supposed to be the best demon hunter here?"

You gave this little shit your scariest gaze

At least the scariest you could while sitting on the floor with your hair all over the place

-"WhY? dO yOu hAvE A pRoBlEm SiR?"

-"Mmh idk... Thought you'd be taller"

And just like that he desapeared, leaving you on the floor still trying to digest what the heck had happened here

So there you go, that's how you two met

From that day on he made sure to visit you almost everyday

He's the one who switches your socks right before you go out just to see you wearing mismatching socks like an idiot

He puts salt on your morning cereal and sugar on your lunch

He goes to school with you and just follows you everywhere

-"Is this what you chose to wear to school? Geez"

-"vxhdbxvvx can you not"

-"That girl is looking at you funny, you should spit on her"

-"WtF sPiT?!"

-"Omg the teacher asked you a question and you're taking this long to answer?"

-"Shut up I'm thinking!!!"

-"What if you stood up right now and started dancing the floss?"

-"Why would I do that?"

-"Why aren't you talking to me? :("

-"Hyunjin I am in class and I don't want to talk"

-"Why do you keep responding then?"

-"I'm about to punch you so hard--"

-"You can't, you're in class"

-"ARHHHHHH"

You would laugh at how ridiculous this situation was if it had nothing to do you with you

BUT IT HAD UFFF

You tried everything to get Hyunjin to leave you alone

Demon traps, boxes, holy water because why not

You tried violence once but the best you managed to do was throwing him some cookies

Guess what

You missed

And you waisted some perfectly good cookies :(

You're not a violent person in general bUT THIS BOY AHH

You even tried talking to him at one point about this whole situation but he was too busy drawing on your kitchen walls with tomato sauce

It was starting to get to you so you reported him to your superiors but they said they didn't have any complains about a demon named Hyunjin

So that means this idiot is only here to mess with you and you only

WHY CRUEL WORLD WHY

Let's be fair

He never seemed interested in actually hurting you or doing anything too mean

He just seemed to want your attention God knows why

So if you're stuck dealing with him might as well try and enjoy this situation

What do people usually say?

If you can't win, join them

Instead of yelling at him or throwing him your book collection for the third time you asked how his day went and even offered him some cookies

Let's just say he was s h o o k

He just stood there, mouth open and completly lost

JSHDJDBBDNSNVDKD

READER YOU BROKE HIM!!!

You?! Being nIcE to him?!

Is this a joke, where are the cameras?!

The only thing he managed to say was a shy "Good.." and a mumbled "no thanks"

O M G :o

The demon that's capable of spending the whole night talking about God knows what is out of words .. WOW!

The next day you found him repainting his old masterpiece on your kitchen wall but with mustard this time

You quietly walked up to him and replaced the mustard in his hand with a rug

-"I like this smell better"

HE WAS SO CONFUSED THE POOR THING!!

He looked down with the face of someone who was having an existential crisis and started cleaning your wall

You smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up to which he responded with a blink and a worried smile

SJBDJSMBDJE HELP

So yeah, from that day foward you tried being nice to him and understanding his needs and actions

And if we're being honest here

He wasn't all that bad when you got to know him better

Aparently the other demons didn't like him that much so he tried to find other ways to entertain himself

You thought maybe boddering you was his way of expressing himself??

He thought that was the only way he could get your attetion

So you tried teaching him how to help instead of being annoying

He still went to school with you but now he insisted to help by carrying some of your stuff

He was quieter during classes and even started answering some questions on a notebook that you offered him

Maybe it was out of boredom but you were so happy!!

He was learning and that was so good and adorable! ^w^

He asked for your help sometimes with the things he couldn't solve

And you thought he looked so cute when he would bite your pencil whenever a harder question came up

You two started doing homework together and he was getting so much better at each subject

You felt like a proud mother :')

He would now watch you while you cooked for you both and would occasionally ask some questions like why did you put that in there or why were you mixing the ingredients with a fork and not a spoon

So you tried teaching him how to cook

Let's just say he was a whole m e s s

So after hours of intense baking you ended up with a weird red mix and some mashed potatoes

Your kitchen was dirty, sticky, slippery and oN FIRE OMG!!!!!!

After a visit from the fire department Hyunjin promised he would be more careful and ask you before turning on anything

You also discovered he was a whole teddy bear

Omg this boy was so soft and cuddly

He's such a clingy demon but he was also kinda shy, specially at first

THE UWUs

THEY EXPLODED

He started by getting closer to you until your shoulders touched but if you looked at him with a questioning gaze he would immediately push you to the ground and run away with a evil laugh and some flushed cheeks

Whenever you had free time you two would do a movie marathon that always ended up with holding hands or falling asleep on each other

He once had the brilliant idea that you two should definitely watch a horror movie one night

He thought it would be the perfect opportunity to prove you how strong he was and how he could protect you

But it didn't go like he had hoped to

You two ended up a trembling mess of limbs, cuddled up to each other as Hyunjin whispered how bad of an idea that was and how it was all your fault

THIS BITCH I CAN'T-

Some days you would just arrive home totally exhausted and Hyunjin would make you some warm tea and cuddle you on the sofa until you fell asleep

He'd try to stay awake in case you wanted to move or go to your room but you were so warm and cozy that he was gone not even a minute after you

He'd also insist on doing your hair when you were going out

He loved it and he had a lot of fun so anytime he had the opportunity he would ask you to let him help

At first you ended up with a mess of braids and accessories that formed a weird nest on your head

BUT HYUNJIN LOOKED SO HAPPY WITH HIS PUPPY EYES AHH

You ended up going out like that

But he got better with time

Whenever you had to leave him alone at home you would write him a list of things for him to do and others that he shouldn't even attempt to

You arrived later and found your house a little messier than before and Hyunjin cleaning a weird green goo that mysteriously fell on the floor

Y o u r f l o o r

But you couldn't be mad at him now, specially because when Hyunjin saw you he tackled and trapped you in a big bear hug that immediately melted all your anger

How can someone be so cute Hwang Hyunjin wHAT IS HE DOING TO YOU

How dare he mess with your feelings this way

You two started opening up more and more to each other and BAM that's how you got your super demon best friend :D

His mischievous side wasn't all gone, he still pranked you once in a while but now you were sure it wasn't for the sake of being mean

And he made sure to compensate you with cuddles, an attempt of a meal or a gift made of things he found around the house

It so was weird

At first you couldn't handle him but now you two are inseparable!

It's unusual but you both make it work

Your own way ^^

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alchemist-shizun · 5 years

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I Can See My Kingdom Now

Read on Ao3!

Chapter 4: Lightened up darkness

Word Count: 5,736

Taglist: @krisdoesart @stop-it-anxiety @jeevashun @kim-argent-moon

Characters in this chapter: Virgil, Deceit.

Warnings for this chapter: scars mention, implied insomnia, minor panic attack, negativity, mention of terminal illness

A/N: I’m not dead yet, apparently. I wanted this to be longer but I also wanted to give you guys something as I haven't updated in two months djkssj pardon me. So, finally our snake boy is here! Also, if you have any theories already on what might happen, let me know, I'd love hearing from you. Next chapter, again, I have no idea when it'll be out, school started and I'm already doing tests, last year sucks, but I'm not going to abandon you! As always, thank you all for likes, reblogs and your wonderful comments! I appreciate every single reader, hope you're liking it this far, enjoy!

✾

❝ My mother, she told me

"Don't get in trouble"

My father, he told me

He knew I would.

My brothers, they told me

"Don't give a damn"

My sister, she told me

To do something good ❞

A flock of ravens was startled awake as the man in the black cape appeared between trees and forest plants through a flash of light, as if a thunder had just erupted from the barks surrounding him.

With a precise direction in his mind, he followed those instincts that never dared to fail him and let himself be dragged toward the place his familiar was busying itself.

The boy he had seen was still sitting on the grass, petting the fox by his side and giving it all his attention.

He approached them, careful not to make a sound. He didn't want him to end up like the ravens.

At a safe distance, sure he wasn't already in his field of view, he extended his gloved hand towards the boy and let a smirk play on his lips for as long as he didn't speak.

« Got lost, kid? »

While Virgil's head snapped up to look at the source of the sound, time seemed to slow down to a stop. His eyes went from the bright yellow glove not too far from his body, to focusing on the face of the man. To the white in his irises.

And the horrid scars on his cheek.

The man was sure time had started up again when he heard the kid bolt away in his opposite direction.

Eventually, he ended up like the ravens.

Not long had passed before he had lost hope for Virgil to return. He could as well have began his search again, just for someone else that might have been as much a good fit as him. But there was a certain feeling in his guts, something he couldn't exactly give a name to, which told him to procrastinate on that.

In fact, he had found the perfect amount of broken in that single soul.

Despite preferring the dark his home had to offer – more times than he could count he had found the light outside to be too strong even for his blind eyes – he let himself wander around the spot in front of his habitation. His familiar lent him its sight, responding to his every command as if it were a telepathic being.

He sat down next to it after adjusting to the sudden change of atmosphere; he could see the green around him and raised a hand to contrast the monotone colour.

Then, with automatic movements, his palm faced the sky, while his fingers refused to extend completely, some still sprawled over his palm.

He didn't even need to take a breath for the first flicker of light and smoke to be forming on top of his hand. The little aleatory shapes danced around themselves, some slow, permitting one to see the change from a pitch black hue to a somewhat light violet. Others were so quick they blended into a single multi-colored flame as they fought for dominance.

There was no spell to be cast, no purpose behind his work, he felt like he was back when he was still in training. All those years back...

His eye caught on something that felt off about the nature in front of him, right behind his hand: he had lived in there long enough to know every little change and detail of his surroundings.

The figure of the boy, trying his best despite failing in hiding behind one of the trees, sent excitement all over his body. But decided against making a move.

Instead, he used his other hand to put his show to a stop, joining the hands, only to open a new one as he separated them again.

Soon enough, a humanoid shape took over the scenery, walking on a pavement of black smoke: they were clearly wearing a hat and a cape. He knew it was working when he subtly noticed Virgil staring, but not running away.

After all, dark magic was prohibited in their kingdom.

The human shape put their hands to their face and soon enough was approached by another figure of the same likeness. As the newcomer passed a dark flame suspended in the air, they seemed to take away something at the eye-level of the first person.

The scenery changed when a fox appeared in front of the human with the cape, who knelt down to it and extended his hand. As soon as the two shapes came into contact, there was a tiny sparkle between them that changed into a reddish hue. Before he knew it, the scene had disappeared into a myriad of miniature sized fireworks, the glittery remaining flying down on his body and disappearing into the deep nothingness.

A small smile made its way on his face as the fox nuzzled closer to his leg.

The tale of how he met his familiar had always been one of his favorite stories to tell.

Despite how much it usually amazed and softened the people around him, when the man looked up, Virgil was nowhere to be found.

He couldn't have known yet that didn't mean it was a defeat.

Not until later, the day after, as he heard a timid knock on his door, the fox already bolting to the wooden entrance.

When he opened up, his eyes fixated on the mysterious person with an odd precision.

« Please, teach me how to do that. » they said.

The man didn't need to see who it was to understand the boy had inevitably fell into the game as well.

They had been sitting quietly in one of his not many rooms, the windows finally letting some light in.

« What is your name, kid? »

« Uhm, » for some unsettling reason, he hesitated. « Virgil. »

« Very well, Virgil. » he began, letting his chin rest on his hand. « I know you want to ask, go ahead. »

Virgil felt like he was piercing his skin with a simple stare, and shrank in his chair. « I don't... I wouldn't want to be rude. »

« Answers can be stupid, but questions are always valid. »

Virgil's mind seemed to twist for a second.

« Uh- What happened to your eyes? »

« I am merely blind. » he explained, moving his glance to the ground. « There are times in which you must pay a price. »

« Is it because of ... » the boy's voice trailed off, unable to find the perfect words.

« If you're wondering if this is for dark magic, not really. » the way he was so nonchalant to name it left Virgil taken aback. « Although, it requires to suffer to achieve it, it is easier to perform if the person has already been through hell and back. Like you. »

He knew he wasn't mistaken when he heard Virgil shift in his seat and basically felt his gaze on him.

After a beat, the boy found voice and courage to talk again.

« Who are you? »

« For anybody who knew me, the name was Sir Amartìa, » he leaned on the table. « But the people in town liked to call me something else. » he smirked, underlining the fact that he had cut ties with those gents.

« What would it be? »

The man's eyes lit up and turned to a glowing shade of yellow, much like the fox's, who jumped up to sit on his lap.

« Deceit. »

✾✾✾

Virgil spent three years with him.

His parents had given up on getting him a regular life, as far as he fed himself properly and started sleeping again, they didn't mind him wandering off in the woods for hours, only to return late in the night.

He knew he wasn't doing anything good, or something the citizens would have condoned, but it gave him a purpose, a target to achieve, something to look forward to.

He thought that, maybe, it could have fixed him.

The first purple glimmers that sparkled on his hand had sent so much joy and excitement in himself, a positivity he had long forgotten and had been afraid, as a child, that he would have never been able to experience again.

After he had been able to cast a few minor spells, Deceit had led him back to his home and told him to wait outside. He had informed him it was for the sake of a little surprise, a gift for his dedication and hard-working nature.

As someone who hardly even cared for his own birthday anymore, the anticipation seemed to give him goosebumps and drive him impatient. His mind raced through the options: could he be finally getting a familiar? Was he going to have a sorcerer outfit as well?

Deceit peeked from the half-open door and hid an object behind his back, barely able to conceal it.

« Close your eyes, snoopy. »

Virgil did as he was asked, even when he felt his arms being pulled outward: a cold sensation immediately caught his fingertips as a smooth object was placed on his hands.

He tilted his head to the side, not sure of what to think of it, a low hum stuck in his throat.

With one hand, he gripped a side of the item and was surprised to find … strings? They were definitely attached to one of the ends. Virgil arched an eyebrow, but couldn't stop the corner of his lip to twitch upward.

He opened his eyes after a moment of hesitation, and found a violin lying in his hands, as well as a bow being handed by the sorcerer facing him.

« Happy belated birthday, I suppose. »

Virgil didn't even notice his mouth was hung open when he examined the instrument and took the bow from Deceit's hands. He, as well, didn't recall deciding to launch himself at the man and trap him in a suffocating hug, but there he was, locking his arms around his chest. It felt like the last time he had done it had been years earlier.

« Hey, » Deceit gently pushed him away by the shoulders. « you said you wanted to use black magic as a neutral source. »

Virgil nodded, determined. For as long as he had heard of the tale and the laws that forced dark magic to be banned throughout the kingdom, he had been eager to find a way to prove people wrong.

Nothing was inherently bad, to be feared and lock away in the farthest corner of one's mind.

« We can start by simply shaping the substance magic is made of. You've seen me doing that once. »

A rose hue tinted Virgil's cheeks, embarrassed he had been easily caught.

« If you can put your mind into it, you will be able to control your own flow with the violin's strings. Only then the melody may tell a story. »

And Virgil had so many stories to tell.

He practiced daily, for hours, with such dedication that he amazed even himself, he felt drawn to the instrument and its music, he could forget about anything else and only concentrate on getting a tune right.

He played for the trees, the lakes and the flowers, he played for the forest animals brave enough to approach him and the fishes that weren't scared of the strings' vibrations.

Sometimes, when Deceit claimed he had to busy himself indoors, he basked in the sunlight that shined through the leaves and danced to the symphony he created. Tentative steps grew into twirls until he felt lightheaded and almost fell by tripping over himself.

Until one particular and seemingly tranquil afternoon.

The scenery was almost the same, with Virgil dancing with the air around him and the violin in his grip.

His eyes were already fixated on the strings when he saw a different hand, made of black smoke and purple light, pick on the chords for him.

Too frightened to realize what might have been happening, Virgil let the instrument fall to the ground, crashing and breaking right on the impact. He watched in horror as it went tumbling a few feet away from him.

His hands flew to his mouth before he even processed he had yelled.

Deceit swung the door open, eyes already flashing the familiar yellow color as he darted to the wide-eyed boy.

His glance went back and forth between Virgil and the broken violin on the ground. He sensed a strong magical aura from both.

« What happened?! » he demanded, placing himself between his apprentice and the instrument.

Virgil didn't answer, instead his breathing increased and tears welled up in his eyes: that was it, he failed, he was scared, it was too dangerous and couldn't help himself, he disappointed the last person that put trust into him and he was going to disregard him from there. He lost his occasion to prove himself that he actually valued anything.

He saw Deceit open his mouth and he braced for insults.

Which never came.

« Virgil, hey kid. » had he ever heard his voice soften up that much? « I need you to breathe for me here. I am simply concerned. »

He was barely able to make out any shape, or to focus on anything that wasn't the crushing anxiety that threatened to destroy his stomach. He trembled and shivered with small sobs, his hands were already shielding his eyes to protect him with darkness. It was like those nights with those thoughts.

« Can you hear me? »

No no nononononono.

He crumbled to the ground, his shaky legs were too weak to bear standing up any longer. He didn't even sense Deceit catching him and kindly guiding him in a sitting position.

« Do you mind if I touch you? » why was he being so patient with him when he had ruined everything?

The familiar came closer to them, recognizing a situation it had experienced months before by then, and offered all the support it could give.

Deceit tentatively moved his hand to Virgil's fingers, trying to pry them away from his eyes as gently as he could.

As he succeeded, he gained enough confidence to wipe away the tears from his cheeks, even though new ones wet them again almost immediately.

« Focus on me, can you do that? » he waited for him to look up before he carried on. « I want to teach you something. »

Virgil saw him counting, he really wanted to follow him but he just couldn't understand what was happening around him.

One, two, three, four …

It's like the steps you do when you dance. Follow the rhythm.

Five, six, seven.

He tried to relax his stiff muscles.

Eight.

« It's fine, we can try again. » finally his hearing matched his lip-reading.

« Breathe in for four seconds. » Virgil did so, finding himself enthralled by the chanting of Deceit as he counted.

« That's wonderful. Now hold it for seven more. »

He didn't feel like choking anymore.

« Breathe out from your lips for eight seconds. » as he slowly complied, Deceit nodded and kept counting for him.

As soon as he was able to do it by himself, Deceit smiled and sat next to him.

« I apologize if I startled you. I heard you shouting, I thought the worst. »

Virgil didn't know how to answer. He wasn't used to apologies.

« Do you want to tell me what happened? »

« There was- » Virgil's voice was still shaky, he hated how he sounded like the ghost of his crying was still there.

He cleared both his throat and thoughts, as he would have been barely able to formulate a sentence of any meaning. « I- the violin. It was … I was playing it and something- a weird shape- it appeared right next to my face. »

« Do you recall it? »

Virgil dug in his most recent memories. « It looked like … a hand. Made of smoke. »

Deceit got up and picked up what remained of the instrument and the bow, only to turn back to his apprentice without looking away from the object.

« And what were you thinking about the exact moment before it appeared? » there was no way it had been someone else's deed. Virgil wasn't powerful enough to be envied by other mages, let alone trying to be manipulated.

« Uhm. » his thoughts traveled deeper, he remembered the melody he had been trying out and how difficult it was, but he had been settled on succeeding so much he didn't want to give up at all.

Realization struck him as he responded. « I thought that I could have used a hand. Because the song was too complex for me alone. »

« Are you sure you weren't the one that summoned it? » as Virgil saw the knowing look on Deceit's face, he could tell he had arrived to his conclusion.

« I did that? »

« You were emotionally invested. This permitted you to create a bond even with an inanimate object. » Deceit pointed to the violin in his hands, then set it on the ground, moved his hands on top of it until it was clouded by the now all too familiar smoke.

« Epanorthou. » the black turned into light blue and, when the mist had disappeared, there it laid the instrument, as if untouched and completely unfazed by the fall. Brand new.

Deceit caught Virgil staring in disbelief as he handed the violin back to him.

« Therefore, you gave it the ability to respond to your very needs, desires and commands. »

Virgil tried picking at the strings with his fingers. Nothing happened, especially because he wasn't particularly asking anything out of the instrument or his magic.

Then, he tested a few small tunes with the help of his bow.

I'd like a setting played out for this one.

Just as the first string touched the bow and the notes danced around them in an imaginary musical notation, at the same time a flicker escaped from the source of the melody and shape-shifted into a small forest scene.

Virgil stopped, and with him the magic flow turned into white stardust. This time, he felt confidence pervade his senses.

« Keep practicing. » Deceit encouraged him, walking back to the door he came from.

He couldn't hide his pride, for sure. That kid had managed to handle his magic so well in so little time! Anyone would have been amazed, too bad they had to hide in its shade.

It was when he glanced back at how the familiar danced around the boy, that he knew.

He was going to protect Virgil at all costs.

Not long after that, steaming teas were prepared and drank, a certain fox was pet and conversations were being held.

Their chat had been going on for quite sometime when the wizard had to stop Virgil after hearing a detail he didn't remember giving out to him.

« I told you that? » Deceit's white irises fell to the ground in a pensive look.

« You … did it just now. »

« Oh. » he pondered, leaning on a piece of furniture. « Must be this headache I'm having. » he mused and placed a hand on his forehead with a pained expression.

Virgil was rather confused, but shrugged and brushed it off; he couldn't really prove whether he might have had some kind of condition he hadn't told him about.

« Why don't you rest? I'll have your familiar by my side. » the fox promptly showed at Virgil's feet.

« Perhaps that'd be for the best. »

Virgil had been practicing for quite some time outside, when he noticed a certain golden flicker coming from the fox with the corner of his eye and sighed in defeat.

✾✾✾

« How did it happen, anyway? » Virgil was sixteen when he finally managed to ask about the story behind Deceit’s eyes. It took him an year to find the courage he felt when Deceit had barely mentioned his blindness in a discussion.

The man turned from the counter where he was placing some of the herbs found during one of their walks.

« You said it wasn't because of dark magic. »

« It's a bit heavy for a youngster like yourself. I doubt you'd want to hear it. »

« Try me. »

Deceit let out a sigh and abandoned his task, leaning against the counter, while Virgil reached him and sat on top of it.

« I used to live in another village before. » he talked to the air as if he was narrating a story to an audience in front of them.

« Everything was the same old miserable but oddly functioning and lament free livelihood, just like your place. But, of course, that didn't stop disgrace to fall onto people for natural or other circumstances. » his voice turned bitter, before recomposing himself.

« Everyone that saw me asked if I was alright. I said I was and that the blurriness I saw could have been easily fixed with a good pair of glasses. »

His head turned to the side and his glance hovered over where he believed Virgil's eyes were. He blinked a few times.

« The first doctor I went to diagnosed me with an eye condition. Another one told me it was a simple sickness related to the discoloration of the irises. » uncovering old wounds didn't have to be so painful, yet there he was, holding back tears with the profound hope Virgil wouldn't have noticed.

« The last ones were professionals, » he took a deep breath. « And told me I had a terminal illness. »

Virgil was glad he couldn't see his expression. He placed a hand on Deceit’s shoulder, finding physical contact to be the only way he would have been able to show support.

On the other hand, Deceit couldn't wait to change the topic. « I was around thirteen I think, when a hermit traveled to our village. Just in time, he said he could have fixed the problem. None believed him until he gave a demonstration of his skills in public. Black smoke and indigo lightnings were enough for the people to condemn him and lock him out of the village. »

« But wasn't your life in the line? Didn't they care about it? »

« They would've soon stopped doing that too, anyway. »

Virgil arched an eyebrow, and let his confusion slip away as Deceit carried on his explanation.

« I reached out to him. I was going to get cured by myself. He told me he was going to cure the illness, but that I would end up blind for the rest of my life. My eyes turned white after the spell, which I agreed to without hesitation, and that only confirmed the type of condition I had. » he extended a hand to caress the fur of his familiar.

« Then he told me he could have helped me seeing again if I wanted, but I had to learn his magic first. I did, I escaped my own village, I found a familiar I could trust, then I was by myself out here. » he motioned to Virgil and himself. « And here we are. »

Virgil wanted to ask about why he had to escape rather than wanting to leave the place in a peaceful way. But, seeing as Deceit had barely brushed the memory, he decided against it.

« You never met the guy again? »

« No. He disappeared right after I met this fox. He said his duty was done. »

« That sounds sketchy. » Virgil eyed him warily.

« Or, he was actually a creep I shouldn't have approached as a thirteen years old. »

He stifled a laugh. « You're here now, though. »

Deceit looked down at his familiar, now curled up between his feet, always in need of human touch when sleepy. « Yeah, » he smiled almost imperceptibly to himself. « I think I'm glad. »

✾✾✾

He remembered the cries.

Howling. Screams. All those different voices he didn't realize actually came from him alone.

Virgil, now seventeen, paced around the forest shack in search of the seemingly absent wizard. Now, where could a blind sorcerer have gone without his familiar?

That was inexplicable. He never left without warning, nor did he leave the animal or the house completely unlocked and devoid of protection charms.

That was … too unusual.

Virgil grabbed his magical belongings and started running.

He had lost control over himself. All he wanted was to prove his power and worth to the other citizens, but there he was, horridly looking at his hands as solid scales made their way through his body, thickening his skin with every second.

The villager ended up following the familiar to a pattern it seemed to know a little too well to be casual; there was another clearing in the forest he hadn't been told to check yet. Deceit had explained there was nothing to be noted in that spot and that he had, consequentially, to ignore it.

Little did he know he was going to find him right there, peacefully sitting on top of a fallen tree trunk.

Alastair was at his side, but his vision was blinded with utmost fear and confusion, his agitated state worsened his condition and a suffocating feeling filled his chest.

« Deceit! »

« Deceit? »

The sorcerer's glance shifted to the spell book at their feet. A formula gone wrong. « What have you done? »

« Deceit? »

His eyes closed shut, his brain on the verge of exploding, his body heating up with impetuous emotions. He felt his shoulders being grabbed, a light flashed before his eyelids and the ringing in his ears ceased.

A slight tap on his left shoulder snapped him back to life, he intook some breath sharply and scrambled to his feet, searching for the source of it with a wary look.

Virgil threw his hands up. « It's me. »

He watched him slowly relax, as if he were trying to hide the fact that his heart had been pounding in his chest just a moment before. The fox immediately brushed its fur between his ankles and lent its sight.

« Didn't see you there. » he attempted at a joke, which failed to be delivered as Virgil's expression didn't change.

« What- »

« -happened? » Alastair's demanding tone had a veil of deep concern.

The citizens.

They had definitely heard. They were going to be after him.

« We need to leave. »

« What are you talking about?» there were barely hints of his voice, more startled noises.

« About them.» Alastair gestured to the window and, in that single motion, he gathered a multitude of meanings and dangers.

« They're not gonna be like that. » how could Deceit still put trust in the people that had already started to despise him was the greatest mystery the sorcerer had ever encountered.

« I beg you to rethink this. »

« It's fine. No need to worry about me. »

« They will turn against you, I assure you. »

« They're not going to end up like that. »

« You can't pretend I didn't see you holding your head like you were having a migraine. »

Monster. Inhuman. Beast. Abnormal. Miscreation. Revolting. Sickening.

They ended up being like that.

Deceit winced, reminiscent of a past wound that still stung right under his skin.

« Want to know how I got this? » he gestured to the scars that traveled down his cheek, cutting his eye in two symmetrical halves.

« Yes. » Virgil didn't hesitate.

« I didn't. »

Virgil shifted slightly, his eyes narrowing as the response set in his mind. Did that mean anything? Was this another life lesson? He kept silent, looking for a clue, when a sad smile formed on the man's lips.

A swift movement of his hand covered the left side of his face and, altogether, the scars vanished, leaving greenish-coloured scales in their place.

Virgil couldn't help but watch as he removed his gloves only to reveal more of them down his arms and fingers.

« There are more. » Deceit declared, his tone was so low Virgil wondered if he was actually suppressing a devilish voice that remained after a failed experience.

« Was this a curse? » the boy analyzed it all from a distance, he could almost feel the magical aura around them.

« I suppose. This is the result of inexperience. » he tapped on the scales on his cheek. « And the reason why I insist on being around when you perform new spells. »

That was when it hit Virgil. He had done that.

« Why do you cover them with an illusion? »

Deceit raised his eyes from the ground where they were implanted and fixated them on him in a blank stare.

« Because people are complete jerks. »

« I don't recall anyone around here apart from you, though. »

« And yet, you found me. You may never know. Prevention is better than cure. » his glance shifted to a pond nearby. « And compassion is better than a death threat. »

Of course, dragon-like skin would have alarmed anyone with enough brains to work out the single danger signal that would have derived from such a sight; scars, though? Empathetic individuals would have simply smiled sadly to themselves and moved on.

Virgil, though? He had an undecipherable expression, like someone had written in hieroglyphics on his face. He understood his decision and respected it, but there was still that sour aftertaste that left him ponder to what extent that situation was okay.

But it wasn't, at all.

Deceit stood up with a deep sigh, his fox trailing after him with silent contentment, with the intention on heading back to his habitation. He was stopped by Virgil's hand on his sleeve.

« Are you going to be alright? » how could he fool him, of all people? Virgil went through similar doleful circumstances, which made him the most understanding of the situation in the first place.

« Why, yes. I was merely reminiscing. » Deceit lied, but didn't move.

« Do you need a hug? »

He turned to face Virgil and offered a half smile while holding back tears.

« Please. »

✾✾✾

There was something fizzy in the air that morning.

Sure, with autumn around the corner, the temperature was on its way to get lower with each day, but Virgil had this sensation in his guts.

He was eighteen in that moment, which made him old and experienced enough in the supernatural to know what that feeling meant.

Virgil felt literal shocks sparkling around him, as if tiny thunders formed in mid air and disappeared the moment they showed themselves. The sound of static filled the silence here and there, lights and flickers made him buzz with an excitement he couldn't give a cause to.

He approached Deceit's home in the woods with a faster pace than usual. Once inside, he saw his literally glowing eyes looking through a woven bag. He heard the clinking of coins.

« What, are you going on holiday? » he smirked and took a seat in front of him.

« Something like that. » Deceit grinned and closed the bag before putting it back on a reserved spot on the wooden counter.

Virgil raised his eyebrow. « Huh? »

« Oh, you're coming with, too. »

« Sure, just let me go ask my parents for permission. »

Deceit let out a short laugh. « I'm serious. » he lifted his yellowish eyes to meet Virgil's, which were slowly growing wider. « We're leaving. »

The boy was stunned. « Wha- Wait, what do you mean? Where are we going? » he stared at the man, who smirked right after.

« The capital's center. Hopefully, also the royal palace. »

Virgil wasn't sure if he had just stopped breathing, or altogether existing. He was sure, on the other hand, of the hit his heart gave to his rib cage, so hard he was worried he'd have a broken bone by the subsequent few seconds.

At the mention of the palace, his hand instinctively flew to a certain golden and emerald bracelet in his pocket.

He hadn't been thinking about that for years.

Seeing that the boy was, for some reason, too taken aback to react, Deceit continued. « I heard they're holding some kind of festival soon. A talents show of sorts? There are going to be people from our kingdom participating, the best three competitors are going to perform in front of the two royal families that will be merged in the upcoming marriage. They're going to decide which of the three is the winner and they're going to let them stay at the palace and, eventually, attend the wedding too. »

To be fair, Virgil wasn't able to pay attention to the details. For the first time in eight years, he was given a chance to, maybe, see Roman again.

The name felt almost foreign even for his own mind.

« What will we do? » the blatant determination with which he spoke gave, right then, a meaning to the previous fizzy air.

« You can perform. » Deceit got up from his seat and approached him, before placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning slightly forward. « Show them dark magic isn't inherently wicked. That was your goal, wasn't it? »

Virgil smiled imperceptibly with the corner of his mouth. He nodded.

« Let's achieve it, then. » he backed away and opened his arms, his yellow glowing irises almost pierced Virgil's body in the dim light.

« Let's make history. »

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Seasons of Love a Max Richman/Zoey Clarke Fanfiction

A/N: Alright guys we are headed into the home stretch! Just 2 more chapters left! Thank you all for the lovely comments and for reading this! I really appreciate you taking the time to read my work and letting me know how much you enjoy it! It means so much to me!

Thanks to aubreyrichman for reading it over and fixing my errors!

As always I’m just borrowing the characters for fun, they belong to the genius that is Austin Winsberg!

Summary: Thanksgiving with the Clarke family

This month's song is “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy” by Rod Stewart (Listen to it here https://youtu.be/Hphwfq1wLJs )

November 26 Thanksgiving

October 31 Halloween

September 23 Max’s Birthday

August 12 Perseids Meteor Shower

July 4 Independence Day

June 21 Father’s Day

May 10 Mother’s Day

April 12 Easter

March 17 St. Patrick’s Day

February 14 Valentine’s Day

December 31-January 1 New Year’s Eve/New Year’s Day

Thanksgiving was the only time Maggie allowed Zoey to "help" in the kitchen. There was so much to prepare and do that she needed all hands on deck.

David and Emily were off the hook for helping since they had their hands full with Peter. He had started teething recently and was having trouble being soothed. Which, of course, meant that David and Emily were both exhausted.

Zoey finished getting the table set, while Maggie basted the turkey and Max worked on mashing the potatoes.

"Anything else I can help with Mom?" She asked, looking to make sure she hadn't missed anything.

Maggie glanced up, "No, I think we're good. Why don't you just sit and keep us company?"

"Sure, I can do that," she reached for a chair at the island when she heard Peter begin to cry.

"Why don't I go offer them a break," Zoey left the kitchen, and headed upstairs. She knocked on the door to David's old room. He opened the door looking exhausted and holding a crying Peter.

"Gimme," Zoey said, holding out her hands.

David breathed a sigh of relief as he handed him over. "Here's his teether. He can have some Motrin in about an hour if he's still a mess "

Peter had stopped crying as soon as he was in his Aunt's arms. He was watching her hair as it bounced up and down when she nodded at David.

"Come on, Peter, let's go see what Grandma and Uncle Max are up to," she said cheerfully.

Even in his exhausted state David looked at her oddly, "Something you haven't told us?"

"Huh?" Zoey wrinkled her nose in confusion.

"Uncle Max? I don't see a ring there?" David nodded at her bare left hand.

Zoey turned bright red, "Just a slip of the tongue."

David chuckled, "Relax, Sis. He's practically family, anyway, I'm just teasing you. Actually, I wanted to run something by you. It’s just Emily and I were talking about it, and we were wondering if you and Max would be Peter's godparents."

"Godparents? As in?"

"More like you get to be his extra special Aunt and Uncle."

"Are you saying that you don't think I'm special enough?" Zoey teased.

"Yeah yeah, you know what I mean. It also means that Emily and I would name you guys Peter's legal guardians in case something ever happens to us."

"Oh, David," Zoey reached out to grasp his hand. "Of course I will. Though, you should be the one to tell Max. I think it would mean a lot coming from you."

"Of course. Thanks Zo, it's important to us that he's in good hands."

Zoey leaned in and hugged him as tight as she could while holding Peter.

"Now go on, some of us need to try and nap," David said, waving her off.

"Look who I escaped with!" Zoey laughed as she entered the kitchen, bouncing Peter up and down excitedly.

Maggie grinned, stopping long enough to drop a kiss on her grandson's head.

"Are your toothies bothering you again?” She glanced at his red and tear stained cheeks. "Poor guy. Here, Grandma knows what to do." Maggie reached into the freezer and pulled out a frozen washcloth.

Zoey took it and held it up to Peter. Peter grabbed it, shoving a corner of it into his mouth and began sucking away.

"Is that better? Grandma’s pretty smart like that," Zoey said, smiling at him.

She walked over to where Max was getting the stuffing ready for the oven.

She smiled as he dropped a kiss on her forehead. "Hey, buddy," he said to Peter. "Hanging out with Auntie Zo? Can't say I blame you, she's pretty cool."

Zoey laughed, "I thought we had already established how not cool we are."

Max grinned, "Ah but Peter doesn't have a concept of cool yet, so anything you do is cool enough for him."

Zoey shook her head. "Peter, your Uncle Max is being ridiculous."

Max whipped his head up and looked at her. She didn't seem to realize what she had just said.

Zoey started humming as she swayed back and forth with Peter. She glanced at Max who was looking at her with something akin to awe on his face.

“Max, honey? Are you okay?”

Max grinned and nodded at her. “I’m fine, babe. Just thinking about something.”

Zoey nodded and turned back to Peter who was starting to fall asleep in her arms.

Maggie came over and held out her arms for him, “I’ll take him back to David. Max, can you just keep an eye on things?”

“Of course. I won’t let Zoey anywhere near the stove,” he said, tossing a wink her way. Maggie chuckled and left with Peter.

Zoey made a face at him, swatting his hands away when he attempted to placate her with a hug.

“Nope, you’re being mean!” she chastised, turning her back to him.

Max wrapped his arms around her waist, “I’m just teasing you, sweetheart. I love that you’re a terrible cook. It gives me the chance to cook for you.”

Zoey leaned back against him. “Well, I do love it when you cook for me,” she admitted, begrudgingly.

Max chuckled, he turned her in his arms and gave her a soft kiss.

Max pulled away to check on the food.

Zoey took a seat, enjoying the view of him bending over to open the oven. She let out a small whistle.

Max glanced back at her and shook his head with a grin.

“What can I say? I enjoy the view,” Zoey cheekily said.

“Mmm I see, you only want me for my body,” he teased.

Zoey watched, entranced as Max began to shake his hips to a nonexistent beat.

He turned around, and catching the direction of her gaze, he tossed a wink at her as he began to sing

If you want my body and you think I'm sexy

Come on, sugar, tell me so

Zoey couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her as Max pulled her against him, continuing the song.

If you really need me, just reach out and touch me

Come on, honey, tell me so

Max pulled back and looked at her face flushed with laughter. "Sorry, I can't remember how the rest of the song goes," Max said, shrugging.

Zoey started laughing again as she pulled him down to kiss him.

"What's so funny?" Max asked between kisses.

"Nothing, you're just cute," Zoey grinned.

Maggie came back into the kitchen, smiling as she saw the happy couple laughing. She felt a pang in her chest as she wished that Mitch was there to see how happy Zoey was.

They pulled apart, blushing as they realized Maggie had been watching them.

Maggie waved them off. "Looks like everything is about ready. So, let's get it on the table and we can all eat."

The family, minus Peter who was still sleeping, gathered around the table.There was a slight air of sadness to the meal. It was the first of the big holidays that they would be facing without Mitch. David carved the turkey and they toasted in memory of Mitch.

While they ate, they shared stories and memories of Thanksgivings past.

Max chuckled as Maggie described the year that Zoey was insistent that they eat only what Snoopy had served in the Peanuts Thanksgiving special.

"She was 5 and so very stubborn," Maggie laughed. "And she stood there telling Mitch that he was wrong, that we didn't need a Turkey for thanksgiving, but instead needed jelly beans, toast, popcorn, pretzels and ice cream sundaes. And you know how Mitch was, so of course he goes out and braves the grocery store the day before Thanksgiving to get everything on Zoey's list."

Zoey flushed, taking a drink of her wine to cover her embarrassment.

"Luckily, Mom managed to convince Zoey that we could have regular Thanksgiving for dinner, and Snoopy's Thanksgiving for breakfast instead." David chimed in. "Plus, it kept her out of everyone's hair when the inevitable sugar crash happened. She was a menace in the kitchen from an early age."

Zoey wadded up her napkin and threw it at David, hitting him in the face.

"Hey, ow! Mom!!"

Maggie, Max and Emily all locked eyes and just shook their heads

They heard a cry come from the baby monitor on the counter.

David went to stand, but Max gestured for him to sit. "I'll get him, you guys are still eating."

David nodded and sat back down.

Max squeezed Zoey's shoulder as he passed her chair.

When he got upstairs, Peter was looking up at him from the crib, a confused expression on his face.

"Hey big guy, was that a good nap?" Max asked, smiling as he picked him up.

"You almost missed all of dinner, sleepy head!" He teased, tickling Peter's toes to make him smile.

Peter made a "whoooo," noise kicking his feet.

"Who? Well kiddo, that's the question. I'm the man who loves your Auntie Zoey. And though, I don't know that she realized it, but earlier, she called me your Uncle Max."

Peter grinned at Max, "ahhhhhh," he responded.

"My thoughts exactly," Max agreed. "So, maybe someday soon I can be your actual uncle." He grinned, mentally planning a trip in the future to get his Grandmother's ring resized.

"But that will be our little secret for now, okay buddy?"

"Aaaa," Peter responded.

"Good, I knew you could keep a secret."

Max and Peter made their way into the kitchen. David, Emily and Maggie were all grinning at him.

Zoey had tears in her eyes as she smiled at him. He cocked his head at her and she shook her head. He handed Peter to Emily, who thanked him. "Did you tell your Uncle Max ‘thank you’, Peter?"

Max looked at her startled. She pointed to the blinking baby monitor. Max turned red, groaning in embarrassment. "Ohhh, ummm…"

David interrupted him. "That is if you want to be. We were actually hoping that you would agree to be Peter's godfather."

Max looked over at Zoey who smiled at him and nodded.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded at David and Emily, "I'd be honored."

Zoey beamed at him as he sat down. He looked around at the table at the family that had become more dear to him than he could imagine.

Zoey squeezed his hand affectionately, and he turned to look at her. She leaned her head onto his shoulder and sighed contentedly.

Oh yes, he decided. He needed to get the ring resized very soon.

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ssuwooo · 6 years

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Deja&Day

Sunday afternoon...

Deja: *walks downstairs* Home sweet home. *texts something quick then puts phone on table. Hears doorbell ring*

Danayra: Bitch you better open this door now!

Deja: *laughs* I’m coming! Damn. *walks towards the door*

Danayra: I got your damn alright. *watches door open then squeals running toward Deja* Bestie!

Deja: *squeals happily while hugging* Danayra baby!

Danayra: Don’t ever leave me again or else I’ma straight up kill you.

Deja: Red, I gotta go back though I have three more years left.

Danayra: Ugh, whatever. *squeezes Deja tightly until hears her: Day, I can’t breathe*

Danayra: Okay then it’s working.

Deja: Tsk, *laughs then slaps her ass* get the fuck off me. *lets go and looks at her* Damn bitch, you eating good?

Danayra: Duh, what you mean? *fixes dress* The gym been working wonders.

Deja: Wait, since when do you go to the gym?

Danayra: Since I found out this fine man I’m tryna get down with is a trainer there.

Deja: Of course, of course! *sigh* When will you ever turn from your hoe-ish ways Red?

Danayra: Uh, never? But look at you sunshine, hair done, looking cut- you got a piercing too?! You said you were gonna waaait...

Deja: I know! But I been pressured, I’m sorry. I’m here now though and I won’t miss any more of ‘em.

Danayra: Mhm.. let me find out somebody tryna claim my spot as bestie over there. *watches Deja rolling eyes* Anyways, *raises hands towards Deja* there’s a Drake and Migos concert coming up too so you better put that in your schedule.

Deja: Oh so you got me tickets?

Danayra: *looks back then turns toward Deja* Who did?

Deja: Tsk, you a lame. *chuckles along with Danayra* What else is new?

Danayra: Well my brother back home now and-

Deja: *widens eyes* Dominic’s back? After all that happened at home?

Danayra: Yeah girl, *rolls eyes* to think my dad would at least chill on him after several months since he dipped out but he still being shady.

Deja: *sighs* I’m sorry that’s happening right now Day.

Danayra: Nah, it’s whatever Snoopy. But enough about all of that, I wanna catch up with my baybay.

Deja: *smiles* Girl you will not believe how my first year went...

to be continued...

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Declan basically do to Annabelle what Dan does

It is that simple

Pass the buck kid

What feels good and comfortable and safe to you?

"Yeah but that's my dad"

But that's your soulmate.

Alex and i modify what we do to each other for the general public. We're always rubbing or touching each other if we are busy and just pass by each other when hes not alien lies filled and drug riddled.

Its loving and not perverse. Its comforting. Saying im still here and love you but I'm busy.

Cause yoh know what lovers do... So no time for loving but baby you know what I look forward to! Its like a promise and shows loyalty. So it's banned.

Like snoop. I'd put my arm/hand on his shoulder and lean against him. But not my full arm around his back unless he was emotional or needed help standing or walking. And I don't run my hand up his arm or back. I'll pat his shoulder then run my hand down the rest to his love handle which is just below the rib but ij the middle of his back. But no further down. Or i would pat his back.

Cause i would make fun of Snoops for being so skinny. And would put my arm around his waist. Because all the little girls would hug Alex's neck and I would tease him that all them little girls were hussies being nice and respectful to my face and then when my back was turned to talk to snoop there they were hanging off his neck trying to learn how to hide them hickies they planned to give him

So, i told him "well I'll show you. Just you wait"

So i did inventory in the Sugar Shack so I told Alex nah I'll just do it tomorrow, let you do some school alone. Cause he never got to and he was sober. Except pot.

So I did it 3 times... Waited till Snoop said Alex was coming and I'd trash my hair, slap on lip gloss and smear it. Wipe my hand on Snoops face then throw my arm around his waist.

"Girl what you doing?!? Clean yourself up!! Your man is coming!!" Don Prudhome was shocked to see me in such disarray. I just giggled outta control.

Alex stopped dead. Took a breath. Then two. "Hey. You. What the fuck are you two doing?"

"Oh we're just at work! Come here babe!"

I think that was a mistake. We were all smiling and he wasn't. "Okay Snoop be prepared to move" my eyes looked worried and Alex thought it was guilt.

Don Prudhome jumped up "hey hey now! None of that here. No no. None. It's all good remain calm"

"Okay then what's THIS?" he grabbed a napkin and wiped Snoops face

"Move yet? Yeah?"

"No, Snoop not yet."

"I'll be getting the broom."

"No snoop don't worry. Here babe you wanna see it on my lips? Here wipe it on the napkin. See if it match"

Snoop let me pull his skinny ass all over that cardboard interior. To Alex we only in a flammable card board box already doused in lighter fluid. That's what snoop has always said. But I knew to get him confused. If I said it was me... I could buy time... And we would just see what would happen. Snoop knew the joke. But he didn't know how much of our lives we were risking. I didn't realize until that moment. I saw the flash. But he didn't move. I knew. It was the eye of the tiger he possessed. It would be 6 breaths.

"Okay now move!!! I pushed snoop then he pushed me and i pushed him and we both ended in this tiny tiny corner between two fridges. We peeked out and Alex was laying face down on the counter. So i locked snoop between both fridges. He was all "cant you just open the door?" So I did that too and he put a mopping cone on his head.

So its the only way i got snoop in on it.. I fixed my hair and cleaned my face. Locked the kitchen and went out to the window ledge Alex was now perched on very un-birdlike. "Sweetie? Are you okay? Did you get one of those side effects that are really bad? Maybe like hallucinations? Babe. Baby? Are you high?"

He jumped up. "What?!? Hell no! I SAW YOU JUST --what are you doing? Weren't you Just wearing one of Snoopy's shirts? The yellow one? With no pants or panty hose??? Why are you wearing that pretty white dress i asked you to wear this morning?"

"Hey baby you need to eat. Good thing it's lunch time already. Sit on the stool and Miss Shawntae will get you some food." I Said real patient and kind. "Hey! Shortie!!!" I yelled real loud and vulgar.

My man's eyes went like O.O

"Will you get him some food, baby honey and please?" I said real sweet. "AND HURRY IT UP!!" i yelled real loud and rude.

"Im so glad i think I'm not on drugs. I think." Said Mr O.O "man what you mean Snoop ain't here. I saw you talking to him all morning. Baby what's going on?"

"What you mean baby? Snoop is sitting right next to you"

"I ain't ever seen that man in my life" i didn't think his eyes could get any bigger but they Did. But then they got even bigger. He was breathing so rapid i was worried we went into over kill.

"Oh uh. Shawmtae!" At that second she closed both the freezer and fridge door. And Snoop stood still as a statue. With a clown face on. A red orange traffic cone. Holding a basketball. He slowly lifted his right hand into a US military salute. Then beat his chest. Once. Twice. Real slow and rhythmic on the fifth beat in slow motion he extended his long left arm the basketball to Alex

Don Prudhome grabbed one he had hidden and held it with two hands and said "go ahead and take it son" and Alex with shuddering horrified tears and shaking hands reached out real slow to take it. And as soon as his hands reached the goal Don Pudhome snatched it all dramatic "NO ITS MINE!!"

Alex dry sobbed 3 times. Janet Jackson's Rhythm Nation began on the stereo full blast through the entire park.

"I can't take it!! Babe get the food!!"

"Alex! This is real! You can't just leave me here!!"

"Okay y'all i gotta go. I'll cook him some food in the school. Y'all deserve to laugh for all that hard work you put into it!!"

"Miss??? Is it time for school?" Asked Miss Aubrey

"Yes. Miss Aubrey."

"See i told y'all" said Erica.

"Erica said shes always right. Can't she be wrong just this once?"

"Actually yes she can. Why don't you all wait and listen to this song? Im sure there's more to come."

"Its too loud! Miss! Its too loud!"

"Then bring your lunches and eat in the classroom."

I went up...

Alex was past near panic. He was in panic is this over mode. Shivering and crying. "Babe you act like you have the flu"

"I pissed my pants babe. They're in the washer. Don't just stand there. Say something. Suck my Dick if you want to" he stood up butt naked. "You got a dress i can wear or something?"

"Shh shit. Run to the bathroom in a hurry!! Oh my God the kids are coming! Alex!!"

I found him huddled in the corner of the bathroom shaking and shivering and crying. "This is the worst high I've never not gotten!"

"Well I'll see if i can get yoh some pot. Its gonna be okay baby. Its okay... The kids are here but they're used to free time" But not used to hearing a man cry for the first time in 13 years from the bathroom while wearing a skirt.

Tree posted a 9 hour and 45 minute video in y'alls DVR and I'll let it finish there.

But it was the first anniversary of Claytons adoption day. So here They came. All 3 of them in clown masks and balloons.

And that yellow jersey of Snoops I was wearing with a touch of lip gloss on the neck... And when i distracted Alex they swept a child up and put on that yellow jersey and took a picture with one of us adults.

Then Clayton got that jersey and all the poloroids as a gift for his "birthday"

Since the kids hadn't made anything. They made hearts with their hands. And gave Clayton all their love and support for his life time.

It was size adult 2x so he could wear it for the rest of his life and always think of us.

So enjoy the Torture we did to Alex Laughlin. It was really bad. And be glad we are celebrating life with Coronoas for the next month.

Thank you Wendy for scaring the shit out of people.

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moonhowlerpack · 7 years

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A Complete 10 {Son’s Of Anarchy}

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Having a blade in hand walking towards the guy twisting it slowly “You know this is my least favorite knife” I sighed sadly “Do you know why” I asked the guy let out a muffled yell seeing the knife was huge. “It’s because it’s to big I actually prefer a smaller one, more pain and a slower death” I said “But the person who ordered to kill you had a little bit of sympathy they said and I quote ‘Do whatever you want with him but make it fast he is my husband after all’ end of quote” I quoted.

The guys widened drastically “O yeah bud it was your wife, I’m glad my wife hasn’t did that yet” I muttered “You poor basterd” I said before he had a chance to react I slashed his throat let him choke on his own blood. The blood poured down the drain right under his shoes. That didn’t stop it from getting on me I felt half of my face wet my sweater splattered with blood, oh don’t forget my shoes my poor shoes were covered in blood completely soaked.

Looking down sighing in return before moving towards the bag of ‘instruments’ grabbing a blood red lip stick applying it a stamp that was formed into lips. Walking over to the guy grabbing his chin and placing the stamp on the cheek I mean they didn’t call you kiss of death just for nothing. I stood for a while wiping down the ‘instruments’ and throwing the rag on the floor removing your black gloves and putting them inside a bag so you can burn later even your clothes.

Hearing your phone ring was surprising no one was supposed to call you during the ‘job’ seeing the caller ID made you pick up your phone as fast I could “DAD” I half-yelled “I haven’t seen you in almost four months” I said leaving my phone between my shoulder and my ear while packing up my stuff and taking them to the car. “Hey sweetheart I know this isn’t how I was supposed to start the conversation, but I need a favor” My dad asked “Of course anything for you, so what is it” I said.

My dad filled me on the details while I packed and got out of the lot to drive back home to prepare for 20 min trip to Charming. During the ride after he gave me details I talked to my dad about what was going on with grandma, my life in general it was good to talk to your parents about certain things. “Of course dad I just got home, yeah no worries I’ll tell him, ok bye dad love you too” I hung up on my dad parking in driveway of your home making sure your Harley was covered because it was going to rain tonight.

Seeing the lights to your bedroom was surprising because well it was late around one in the morning, grabbing your bag from the concrete slinging it over shoulder, grabbing your house keys in the process of your jacket unlocking the door peeking in the hallway where was the bedrooms to see the light still on. Leaving your bag in the laundry room before going into the kitchen to eat the sandwich that was left for you, finishing it quickly chugging a glass of water down to wash it down.

You removed your bloody shoes before changing them to slippers heading back to the laundry room you started removing every article of clothing and grabbing a clean towel before walking to the ‘guest’ bathroom to take a quick shower making sure rubbing every part of your body was squeaky clean. After finishing up and changing into your pajamas you walked back to the laundry room getting the contents out of your bag, putting your ‘instruments’ into a very high place because your little boy was very curios.

After dealing with that you walked back to the hallway before turning into your boy’s room seeing him sleeping with a snoopy plush, walking in turning of the nightlight before re-tucking him again and settled a kiss on his forehead. Heading out you looked back just one more time and closed the door just enough to let the light from the hallway in, heading towards the master bedroom was one of the most exhausting and refreshing things you did today.

Seeing your wife with her hair sprawled out across the pillow watching friends re-runs was literally breathtaking. “Hey you, did you eat already” She asked concerned “Of course I did who do you think I am” I said fakely offended putting a hand on my heart. Laying down she turned the TV off before readjusting her body to where it was facing me and her face were mere inches from each other.

“Let’s go to bed” I muttered before closing my eyes and letting the dreams roll around me.

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Arriving at the TM was very funny for you at least people turned around to see a woman on a Harley was a bit surprising but you could care less in all honestly. Perching your sunglasses on your head looking around for your dad you saw a dark curly headed guy walking towards you, walking towards him meeting him halfway “What do you need sweetheart” He asked he definitely didn’t try to hide the fact he was checking you out.

“Yeah, I’m looking for my dad” I said I tried to look around him put he put a hand on my shoulder to prevent me from doing that, he then continued to put his whole arm around your shoulder leading you to the office “I don’t know about you sweetheart, but I can be your new daddy” He flirted with you.

Shrugging of his shoulder you grab his hand and pinned it behind his back before lowering yourself to his ear “I asked nicely the first time and you don’t want to know what I’ll do to you if you make me ask the second time” I growled into his ear. “HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM” a blonde guy came running from another building that caught the attention of two other guys before following him.

“You see what you caused all because you couldn’t bite your own tongue” I muttered before letting him go and putting my hands up “I asked nicely but he didn’t reply so nicely so yeah” I said rolling my eyes “Jesus I wonder how you would be in bed” The curly one said before anyone had time to react you turned around punching him right in the jaw knocking him on the ground when you felt someone grab your waist you threw your elbow behind your head.

Feeling your elbow wet you knew you got him to bleed next thing you know the one with the tribal tattoo on his head had his gun pointing it at you. Hearing another click beside you grabbed both of your guns from your back and pointing at both men the men you had injured were behind them, inspecting their injuries. “Alright lass put the guns down and we won’t do anything” The Scottish man asked you scoffing your took the safety’s off “I’m not putting down shit, you Scottish jackass” I mumbled glaring the one with the tribal tattoos laughed softly before he stopped completely realizing that it was definitely the wrong time to laugh.

“Don’t stop laughing you tribal headed idiot” I mumbled again feeling a gun behind your head you raised your eyebrows “Really now I’m going to have to take down five guys oh how fun” You said sarcastically feeling the gun drop from your head “(Y/N)” You heard the person mumble glancing back you saw your dad looking at you with a smirk. You smiled before putting your guns way in your holsters you reached up and you hugged him “Already causing problems aren’t you” He murmured into my shoulder “Always” I said.

“Uh Happy aren’t you going to introduce us to this very very lovely creature” The curly headed one said “Actually Tig she’s my daughter” Tig jaw dropped “You know I kinda figured that out, because of the whole exchanged we just had seconds ago” The blonde one said. “Boy’s this is (Y/N), (Y/N) this is Jax, Chibs, Juice, and Tig” You nodded looking over at Chibs “Sorry I said that to you if I knew you were my dad’s friend I would have not said that to you” I said “Or you Juice” I said. “Right what am I here for anyways” I clapped my hands “Let’s talk about that in the clubhouse” Jax said walking towards the clubhouse.

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Finishing the job that needed to be done for the club they wanted it to celebrate it by throwing a party, picking up your wife leaving your child with a close friend you trusted very much. Arriving you can hear the music pumping from the outside fixing your top before turning your wife looking down at your hands. “Hey what’s wrong” I asked I put my hands on the side of her face she put her hand on my left hand “You don’t have your ring on” She muttered nodding my head understanding I usually don’t wear the ring because of my job.

I let her place my ring on my finger before interlocking our hands and walking inside “(Y/N)” Tig yelled making everyone turn around “Oh, who is this fine piece” Tig said before looking over at your very gorgeous wife “This is my wife” I said and thrusted my hands towards her showing her off. “You’re kidding right because you didn’t have a ring earlier” Tig looked baffled Happy walked over “She’s telling the truth brother she’s my daughter in law and adopted a boy together” Happy said before slipping his arm over both of shoulders.

“I swear You were a 9.5 now you are a complete 10” Tig said “Then I learned you’re a mom and I think you just broke the scale you’re a MILF” he yelled out at the end my wife step forward grabbing his wrist in the same position I did when I first met him. “You don’t get to talk to my like that only I can so I suggest go finding somwthing in your standers because she way out of your league” She whispered dangerously.“Ah this is why I married you”

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oblivion-time · 7 years

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The Wolf Who Huffed and Puffed: Part 3

Finally I managed to finish editing this story and now it's finally finished in my document~ Because I'm feeling pretty nostalgic of the 2012 Oblivion-Time when I managed to pump out new chapters every third day, I'll try to update this story every Sunday or every other Sunday, but Sunday is the day I'll update the story! I hope you all will enjoy this little story of mine~

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The Wolf Who Huffed and Puffed

Part 3

"― and you're ready to go. If the drain starts acting up again you can contact us and we'll send Gopher to fix it." Maka's spoke with her kind authority voice as papers rustled and a chair shrieked loudly as it was pushed backwards. The high heels of Anya loudly clicked in his sensitive wolf ears and she headed for the door. The door creaked and closed as she exited. Soul waited for Anya to disappear down the corridor, but Maka had other plans.

The door to the record room opened and he was met by Maka's wide mischievous grin. "Took you long enough," he spoke and Maka's eyes seemingly darkened as she pushed the door even more open. She had the grace of a cat as she grabbed a hold of his shirt and yanked him to her.

"Sorry, Anya just refused to leave. Now we're alone and no more unwanted fables will disturb us."

He smirked sheepishly as her hands ran over his shirt, fingers intriguingly lingering on the buttons. "For a second there, I thought you forgot I was stuck in the record room." Maka placed her index finger against his lips, hushing him down.

"Less talking and more kissing." He didn't hesitate. He grabbed her wrist and smashed his lips to hers, not wasting no time. Hands grouped her soft tiny curves and the glorious ass hiding under her tight pencil skirt. Her taste never ceased to blow his mind and sooth his uncovered addicting for the taste of her mouth.

Two months. Two pure blissful months of living the dream. Two months of whispers of affection, kissing, cuddling and steaming short sessions in her office. There was an excitement of sneaking around and doing it in every place they could without getting caught. It was beyond excitement when he was writing his reports in his office and the door would slide open and Maka would sneak inside. The click of the lock never ceased to ignite the fire between them.

It was something special. He always knew there was something special about her. From the first time he caught her scent centuries ago, he knew she was a very special person to him. He knew wolves would only get attracted to one wolf from their scent and stick to that person, but Maka wasn't a wolf. Heck, he wasn't even attracted to her. Her scent intrigued him and pulled him in, but her less than feral features turned him off. It wasn't until decades upon decades in human form his list of attractions had broadened and he discovered just how long and strong her legs were and how rich her hair was. Centuries of confusion and strange attraction toward her had finally paid off. She loved him. The infamous workaholic Ice Queen had melted her heart and fallen for him. He had no clue how she could've gone from the cheater "Prince Charming" to mass murderer. A girl so well-mannered (except when he teased her while intimate) and focus, she thought he was a good idea. The perfect next boyfriend in line. Whatever her logic behind it was, he was so grateful and lucky. He loved her so much.

He kissed her as if his life depended on it. Maka tugged at his hair as they backed into her desk. He grouped her ass and lifted her up, Maka's legs immediately hugged his waist and eagerly hands popped his buttons the moment her ass was slapped on the paper-covered surface of her desk. Maka pushed his shirt of and his fingers ran over his scar Joe the woodsman had left behind when he gutted him to free the girl in red hoodie. He shivered under her touch as she gently massaged and caressed his scar from beginning to end.

Life was good. And the sex was even better.

She panted loudly as her fingers fisted his hair. Her mews and groans were music to his ears. Her voice was of the finest quality and he could spend the rest of eternity listening to her mews and groans and―

His eyes snapped open and he pulled away, her hands reluctantly let him. In the distance, he heard the front door to the building opening and the sound of heavy boots echoing in the corridor. He knew those steps. He had heard the sluggish lazy steps before, but what the heck was he doing here―

"Soul~" Maka cooed as she encouragingly reeled him closer to her treasure.

"No Maka." Soul yanked her hands from his hair and looked up at her, hearing the steps come closer and closer. "Giriko is coming."

"What?" she squawked. "Why's he coming?"

"Don't know and if we stay like this, he'll catch us."

"Shit." Her eyebrows disappeared under her bangs the moment his steps reached her human hearing. She quickly scrambled off the desk and pulled her skirt down her hips. He couldn't resist watching the hem of her skirt cover up her strong and lean thighs― "What are you standing there for? Hide!" she hissed as she scrambled to button her buttons on her blouse.

"Aren't you going to put on your―"

"You take them." She kicked the discarded forgotten clothing on her foot and it slapped him right in the face. "Happy? Now hide." He was rendered paralysed as her underwear fell into his open hand, it wasn't until Giriko's steps only seconds away from the deputy major's office when he unfroze and quickly crawled under the desk as Maka took her seat, scrambling to fix her messy bun. His breath was stolen when the doorknob twisted, no knock on the door whatsoever and Giriko's heavy boots resonated within the office.

"You should knock," Maka muttered as she scribbled her pen on a piece of paper.

"What? Your office closed for fables?"

"It's common courtesy." The pen was smacked on the desk. "Now what do you want this time? I already told you using those magical ribbons are highly prohibited and our sheriff will make sure you never even as much as breathe a word about reinstating them."

"Ah, your lapdog." Soul grimaced at the sound of his heavy boots coming to a stop in front of the desk and his bony ass taking a seat on the desk, no respect toward the papers on it. "You know, people in town are actually talking about you two."

"Do I looked like I care about what people gossip about?" she muttered as the pen kept on writing on some paper. "Now spit out what you want. I've paperwork to do."

"Really? Is that all you want to do?" Soul almost gaged at the shit-eating tone in his voice. "Other fables like to fantasise about you and your lapdog enjoying some hay-rolling action if you know what I mean."

"I can assure you those rumours are false. Now if that was all you wanted you can leave―"

"But is that really the truth? There is something about you that's… different."

"Stop speaking in riddles and just spit it out. It doesn't suit you."

"Fine. You're the deputy major and he's the sheriff, the head of security, it would be awfully inappropriate if those gossips around town proved to be true since you work so closely to each other."

Soul gritted his teeth at the arrogance in his voice. So what. They were a couple. Maka still did her job like a pro and kept their relationship a secret. It doesn't damage the community. His legs crawled with rage and he just wanted to come out from underneath the desk and rip out his throat so he wouldn't ever utter a single word of his suspicions. His nails dug into his pants, restraining himself and clinging onto the single thought that Maka was the deputy major. She had dealt with worse stuff than Giriko. She knew how to take care of herself without him interfering, but how he would've loved to wring his neck. If only he wasn't given amnesty.

"Look." Maka slapped the pen on the table. "Sheriff Soul and I are on strictly professional basis. You can relax, I wouldn't do anything that could jeopardize the stability of Fabletown."

A loaded pause fell before Giriko slid off her desk. "We will see about that." With heavy steps he exited her office and Maka waited until his steps disappeared for her human hearing before she sighed with relief and pushed her chair back enough to stare at him.

"He knows." She ran her hands down her face. "What are we going to do? If this gets out― I don't even know what will happen!"

"Fuck. We mustn't have been as careful as we thought we were." He ran his hand through his hair. "If blind-ass Giriko can spot love, we're as good as caught."

"We got to come out from hiding, right?" Maka questioned as she looked up from her hands.

"Is that what you want?"

"I― I don't know. But if we don't do it on our terms, things would just be worse if Giriko exposed us."

"But what if he doesn't find out―" he cut himself off at the entrance door slamming open and this time, lighter and rapid footsteps ran through the corridor right toward them. "For the love of― another one is coming fast."

Maka groaned when the steps reached her ears and she quickly scooted back to her desk just in time for her office door to slam open.

"I've something alarming to report." Soul's eyes almost bulged out of his head at the sound of Liz's voice. What the heck was she doing here? She usually came to him when something was wrong. Not Maka.

"What is it?" Maka questioned as Liz slammed her hands on the desk.

"Giriko. He's getting really snoopy and I― I think he's onto you and Soul and―" Liz suddenly paused. "Please don't tell me I almost ran into you two getting it on."

"Soul you can come out." Maka pushed her chair out of the way so he could crawl from out from underneath the desk. He was immediately met by Liz's abnormally large and knowing grin.

"Dudes, I know office romances are exciting and hot and all, but you two have more to lose than anyone else."

"I think what we've going on is nobody's business but ours." Maka muttered under her breath as she fixed her still messy hair.

"When you're the deputy major and the one you're screwing is your close colleague, the sheriff and head of security, the public has the right to question your judgement."

"You want to talk about inappropriate relationships, huh?" Maka snarled and stood up from her chair. "Then let's talk about it."

"Your shirt is buttoned wrong."

Soul choked on his own laughter at the view of the buttons wrongfully buttoned along with her messy bun just screamed dirty and enjoyable hay-rolling action.

Maka glared at him and he immediately covered up his own laughter with a cough. She buttoned her buttons correctly. "Go home Soul. I think Liz and I have to have a serious conversation one on one."

Soul cocked his eyebrow questioningly at Maka, asking her if it was alright and she just nodded. He caressed her shoulder. "I'll be waiting for you back home." He planted a kiss on her cheek before he left the office, closing the door behind him and instantly hot arguments went flying. Out of respect for the two women, he covered his ears as he hurried out of the building and went back home.

He waited up for her, but as the minutes became hours, he started worrying what the fuck kind of beef Liz and Maka had going on. It wasn't until he was half-asleep on the couch, he was awoken by his phone. She texted him and asked him to come over, but not to her apartment, but to the flat at the Woodlands reserved to the deputy major, which she still hadn't moved into since she was so busy with her job.

It was odd. Why on earth would she want him to come to her, and why in the major's flat? Of course she owned the flat, but she had never even stepped a foot inside of it since she became the deputy major.

He didn't question her and went back to the Woodlands, passed her office to find it locked and dark. He took the elevator to the top floor. It plinged once he reached the top floor and the doors opened; surprisingly he was met by darkness within the apartment, too much darkness for her to orientate around the apartment safely with her poor sight compared to his. He heard Maka fiddling with her skirt deep within the humongous apartment and he followed the sound. A strip of warm light escaped the small crack into the room where Maka was. He opened the door and there she sat on a humongous luxurious bed, eyes red and tears smeared on her cheeks.

"Are you okay?" Soul took a seat beside Maka on the bed and rubbed her back comfortingly.

She sniffled and leaned her head on his shoulder. "We got to come out from hiding."

"Is that a bad thing?" Soul rested his own head against her as he held onto her.

"Yes." She wiped away a stray tear. "The council will know and who knows what will happened. What if we have to break up to keep our jobs?"

"We're strong. If someone's going to be able to find a solution to our problem then it is us. I don't think, I know we will be able to find a solution to our problems."

Maka laughed drily. "How can you be so confident?"

"Well, because you're too smart for your own good. You nit-pick the system and you always find a loophole. I know you can do the same this time too."

"No pressure."

Soul chuckled and kissed her temple briefly. "The road will be bumpy, but we can handle it. We brought Asura to justice. We did that together. This will be no sweat. We both love each other and we won't be walking away from each other willingly. We'll both have each other and our jobs. You'll see."

"I hope so." Soul wiped away her tears. "Now how about we go to bed and get a good night's sleep?"

Maka nodded. They did their nightly routines as much as they could in the empty apartment before they crawled under the blanket together. He tugged her under his chin and held onto her, burying his nose in her hair to smell her intriguing scent.

"Soul?" he hummed in response, not opening his eyes. "Did you know Liz was attracted to you when you first met?"

"No. Why do you ask?"

"Do you… have you ever liked her more than a partner?"

He opened his eyes and was met by her impossible green ones. "No."

She sighed with relief and a tired smile spread on her face. "Good. I just wanted your side of the story."

"You don't have to worry about my feelings wavering. It's not in wolves' nature to have multiple partners?"

"Huh?"

He gulped. Shit. He maybe shouldn't have said that. Ah, what the hell. He might as well tell her. "Wolves only have one partner throughout their life. The first time I met you, you just smelled so good."

"Wait, so you were into me because of my smell?"

He cheekily grinned toward her. "Yeah. There was just something about your smell that stood out from everybody else's and reeled me in."

"The first time we met…" the cute wrinkle between her eyebrows appeared. "… it was when we crossed the gate from the Homelands. I don't even know how you could think my scent was fascinating. I hadn't taken a shower in weeks!"

"What can I say?" His hand slid down her back and rested on the back of her thigh lazily thrown over his legs. "Your natural scent is intoxicating. Even with that flowery perfume and deodorant you use, I can still smell your natural musk."

"Have you liked me for that long?"

"No." He squeezed her thigh. "At that time, I was just attracted to your smell. Since you were human and I a wolf, I was confused why I was so attracted to your smell. It wasn't after decades of being in a human body I really started to get attracted to you and fall in love with you."

A smile played on her face as she ran a hand through his wild messy hair. "Do you want to go to the annual Remembrance Day Ceremony with me?"

The annual Remembrance Day Ceremony was to remember their escape from the Homelands and the land they lost from the Adversaries. Every year Maka attended it (since she was a part of the Fabletown's government it would be weird if she didn't) she always arrived alone. No date, no group of friends she hung with. It was all work. She mingled and was polite to the attenders. He however never attended. All the strong perfume smells would drive him nuts.

But attending it with Maka, as her date, it was something he wanted to do.

"Of course."

Maka smiled wide and closed the gap between them, sealing their deal with a hot kiss before they went to sleep.

…

"I'm so nervous," Maka spoke as she nervously stared at the elevator panel as the numbers slowly dropped.

Soul squeezed Maka's hand. "I'm here."

This was it. The moment they knew would come. It was the day they would show the world their love. It was the day they would be judged. This was the start of the challenging future and the test of their love. Either they would make it or break it.

All he could do now was support her.

"Thank you for that." She squeezed his hand back when the elevator came to a stop and the double doors opened. They stepped out of the safety of the elevator and out into the crowded corridor. Instantly other fable's eyes turned to them. Soul could just feel the burning gazes at their entwined hands as they went passed them. He could hear Maka's rapid heart beating in her chest and to be honest, he was just as nervous. He hoped Maka couldn't feel how sweaty his hand was.

The fables whispered about them, so excited at their status and some bothered. He just wanted to shut out the gossip and focus on Maka's hand. It all just turned worse at the long line of fables queueing up at the business office and the judging glares were on them. He just melted at their heated glares and if it wasn't for Maka's hand squeezing his, he would've turned around. Fuck, and he was supposed to be the big bad wolf!

He swallowed the panic and went passed the line of gossiping fables. "How about we go out for dinner tonight?" Maka suggesting, coming to a stop in front of her office door.

"Sure, I'll pick you up as soon as you're off." Maka stood up on her toes and kissed him in front of the line of fables. The fables gasped and outright started gossiping loudly. He kissed her hard before he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. "I love you."

"Love you too." They shared one last kiss before they pulled away and Maka disappeared inside of her office to deal with another day of fixing the broken system while he was left handling the hoard of fables questioning their relationship.

…

Fuck. He knew coming out would be hard, but damn it was stressing him out. Fables wanted answers and standing in the public eye like that was getting his anxiety working. He quickly confirmed that yes, they were in fact dating, yes, they loved each other and yes, they were rock solid before he quickly retreated back to his own office.

Liz arrived and they did mostly paperwork since the fables seemed to flock wherever he went. It all came to an abrupt halt when Maka called him.

"Soul you get your ass right to my office in five minutes or else I will feed you your testicles!" And she hung up before he could even say anything. His heart sunk in his chest and ice swept over him at her upset voice. He immediately abandoned his paperwork and hurried out of the office, knowing very well that if he was one second late, she couldn't hesitate cutting off his dick. The elevator was to slow. He ran up the stairs and through the corridor, not caring the giggles he received when he burst through Maka's office.

His breath was stolen at her clearly aggravated mess of her hair and her teeth nibbling on her lower lip. "What happened?" He joined her side and comforted her.

"The council happened." She leaned into his touch and accepted the comfort he offered. "Justin came and wanted to know my version of the situation since the gossip had already reached his ears."

"Did you tell him?"

"Yeah," she sighed and her hands fisted her hair. "And then he— he had the nerve saying our relationship was clouding my judgement and the council would have to step in and conduct a trial to see if I really was fit being Fabletown's deputy major."

"I didn't expect any less from that snake." Soul wrinkled his nose. "We all know he's after the deputy major position."

"I know, he's just a lying piece of shit." She slammed her head on the desk and buried her face in her arms. "I know this is a good thing the rest of the council is involved since if just Justin would decide, I would've never been deputy major."

Soul planted a kiss on her temple and ran his hand down her back. "We'll get the council on our side. You'll see. You'll shoot good arguments at them like knives."

Maka blew a raspberry and laughed drily. "I hope so."

He hoped so too. He knew if it came to it where she would be put in a situation where she had to choose between him and her job, he knew he couldn't let her chose. He had already complicated things by accepting her feelings and deepening their relationship, blowing the policy off. As much as he loved her and wanted to stay with her forever, he knew Fabletown needed her more than anything. He couldn't steal her away when all fables in Fabletown needed her.

His heart twisted just at the thought of having to walk away from their relationship. It wouldn't go to that point. He wouldn't allow it. She could keep her job and him. He would make sure of it.

He rubbed her back some more as she stayed silent, keeping her face buried in her arms. He was never good at comforting crying girls. Fuck, all he could do was rubbing her back and she was still down. What on earth could he do to lighten her mood? She always took comfort in calming activities like reading or writing poems or occasionally doing yoga. Fuck. All he could do was sit and hold her.

"The hearing is at dusk in the Witching Well Chamber." she murmured. "Justin said he would gather everybody in the council and we should prepare ourselves for it."

"Yeah." He kissed her temple, snuggling his face into her hair. Her sweet intoxicating scent tickled his nose deliciously, only reminding him how much he treasured her and how he craved her for centuries. He would do whatever it took to protect what they have and make sure she would keep her job.

…

His hand was holding hers far too tightly for her liking, but at the same time, she needed his extravagant touch to keep her in check. It helped her stay focused on her goal: to be with Soul. Whatever it took. Whatever means she had to meet, she was willing. She had dedicated her entire life toward serving a system. From the moment all the fables escaped the Homelands and arrived at New York City, she was with the founding fables and founded Fabletown. She had worked and worked and worked to serve Fabletown and its citizens and make their living as great as possible among the mundies. Every day she had gotten up from bed and went to work, she worked early and late hours, eliminating all possibilities of hobbies and family life outside of her work. Her job had only existed. For the past centuries her life was her work. Her life was revolved around her position and helping the fables in Fabletown; but now, she was more than willing to let it go and start something new.

A whole new chapter in her life was at the threshold, just within reach if the door were meant to be opened. She had done her time and she could say it without being ashamed, if the council wished for her reassignment as the deputy major, she would comply. Soul would be upset, but she was confident the next deputy major could bear the burden and love and treat Fabletown just as well. She had already fixed the major flaws in the system, so the new deputy major wouldn't have it hard.

She was ready for that new chapter in her life. She was ready to tear down her routines and hand over the position in order to be with Soul. It was time for her to be happy outside of her job as well, and that happiness was something she wasn't willing to let go. It was as if for centuries she living on repeat, waking up, working, eating, working some more before she went to bed to just be repeated the next day. Now when she took a chance and it paid off, Soul brightened her day and gave her just as plain life as the mundys' colour. Soul helped her feel emotions she hadn't felt in centuries, helped her feel excited and energized about the tomorrow and what the future held. She was beyond happy and excited and she simply couldn't give it all up. She simply couldn't go back and pretend her life was as mundane as the mundys' and forget everything she felt, forget she ever loved Soul.

She was ready. Ready to let the life she lived crumble if it led to that.

Their footsteps echoed in the underground pass way and the torches decorating the wall barely lit up the dense darkness. The voices of the council were distant in the corridor, but she knew, Soul could hear every word of it and it might be the reason behind his tense state. She didn't need night vision like Soul to know his jaw was tense.

The light at the tunnel peeked through the darkness and soon the members of the council came into view. And the Witching Well.

"There. We have all arrived," Justin spoke. "Now we can start the meeting."

"Impeach her!"

"She can't be trusted!"

"Where's the Crooked Man when you need him?"

"Crooked Man?!" Soul roared. "It was that scumbag who put you in this position to begin with! All Maka has done is cleaning up your mess you made when you made deals with him!"

"Our mess?" Giriko chuckled as if Soul's words were amusing. "We only did what we had to do to survive because while you and your puppy lived the good life, we were left without a job, surviving day to day."

"Soul!" Maka hissed at the growl escaping his lips. "Please everybody, stay calm, this is not a matter to raise your voice about."

"Why not? There's nobody who trust you and your government," Kim said from across the room, keeping her arms crossed over her chest. "Do you think just giving me a job would make me forget how you both destroyed my tree, the only thing I had left of the Homeland?"

"Are we going to go through this again? You were making illegal glamours and assisted criminals," Maka simply answered.

"We both know the punishment didn't fit the crime! Justin and Giriko and the others worked beside the Crooked Man and they were given amnesty when they both should've―" Kim's voice came to an abrupt ending when Jacqueline pulled at her hand, slowly shaking her head.

"I'm very sorry Kim." Maka let go of Soul's hand and took a step forward. "I wronged you and I apologize for that. All I have every wanted for you― for all in Fabletown is to be happy."

"I can see that." Tsubaki who had quietly stood by her husband said. "You have done so much for me and Black*Star. You've helped both of us finding real jobs and ended our debt. During Crooked Man's era, we lived in fear of when he would demand our repayment, but now, we don't have to be afraid anymore. Doesn't that count for something?"

"Totally! Like, Maka's awesome, but not as awesome if the big me would've been deputy major!" Black*Star puffed out his chest.

"Okay everybody, let's return to the subject at hand." Justin raised his arms to calm down the situation. "We have all gathered here today since there is a conflict of interest and Maka has gone against the work policy of Fabletown and therefore needs to be impeached―"

"Let her speak!" Soul roared and immediately Maka raised her arm, quieting him down. His hot anger radiated from his body and if she touched him, she was sure she would get burned.

Justin sighed heavily. "Very well, what's your defence?"

"My work as your deputy major is proof enough my affection for Soul isn't hindering my judgment."

"In my ass! She's the reason why my club is failing!" Giriko sneered.

"I gave the girls who didn't want to work there an opportunity to find a different job. The few girls left at Pudding and Pie are committed and has chosen to do their job of their free will without the influence of the magical ribbons."

Giriko blew a raspberry and murmured under his breath. "There's not so much business with just three girls."

"And you could better your club and hire willing girls who love dancing and please their clients." Maka cleared her throat. "What I'm trying to say, I'm not perfect. I made the wrong call burning down Kim's tree. I make mistakes and I try to correct them as well as I can. I love Fabletown. I love being your deputy major." She faced Soul and reached her hand toward him. He was by her side in an instant and entwined their fingers. "But I also treasure Soul. I know I can be professional and separate my feelings from Soul when needed."

"I think we should allow this." Tsubaki beamed toward them. "Maka helped found Fabletown and was in the government and worked her way to the top. There is no one more dedicated to her work than her. She has been professional up to this point and I trust her to manage to separate her love life from her job."

"Thank you Tsubaki," Maka whispered. She could do this. She could win over the members of the council. She could actually stay together with Soul and keep her job.

"I'm not quite so sure." Joe the woodsman crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm confident Albarn can keep things clean and professional, but what about him?"

"What about me?" Soul supressed a growl and the barely restrained anger left traces in his voice like footprints in sand. Maka squeezed his hand, offering him strength.

"You're so… feral. You beat the crap out of a witness for information. You do whatever you wanna do whenever you wanna do it. Who says you will be able to keep things professional."

"Yeah!" Mosquito screamed from beside Giriko, waving his one arm frantically and cheeks already red with anger. "You ripped off my arm for no fucking reason―"

"You engaged in a fight with the sheriff!" Soul snapped back.

"So what? It doesn't mean I had to get my fucking arm ripped off!"

"You also threatened me for information," Giriko pitched in. The tension only rising and Soul's hand tightened on hers to the point it was shaking and her bones painfully ground together. "You fucking punched me in the face."

"You held back information about the murder case!" Soul sneered.

This was going badly. Anger was fuming from Soul and reeking the whole chamber worse than a rotten fish forgotten in the sun for weeks. Soul could barely contain his anger. The little self-control he possessed keeping his feral part under control was failing him.

Giriko blew a raspberry and smirked a wide shit-eating grin toward the two of them. "Come on. Isn't it obvious? Our little pretty princess here could barely contain him when he was just her colleague. There's no way she will be able to keep him on a leash now, and you know what will happen when he messes up, she will defend him and cover it up so her dear little pet won't get in trouble."

Maka's eyes widened with realization. He was doing this on purpose. He knew Soul was holding onto his last line of sanity. He wanted him to snap.

"We all already know he will do anything whenever he wants to get between those long legs of our little princess―"

"No Soul―" It was as if she could hear the last chain keeping him together snapping and he launched toward Giriko. His hand gripped Giriko's throat and Soul pushed him backwards meters until Giriko's back collided with the rocks of the Witching Well.

"What are you doing?!" Mosquito burst out as the wind from the brawling men took his hat away.

"You want to play thug guy, huh?!" Soul violently shook Giriko by the neck, his upper back threatening hanging over the Witching Well. "You insult Maka, you insult me. I'll fucking dump your corpse into Witching Well after I've ripped your head off!" His saliva sprayed over Giriko's stunned but satisfied face.

Black*Star and Justin aided the situation and ripped the bloodthirsty Soul from Giriko. Maka was left in awe staring at his blazing red eyes and his much sharper and defined wolf teeth taking its place, arms hairier than ordinary and nails longer and sharper than humanly possible. He… he had really intentions of killing Giriko. Right in front of all of them. This… this person— borderline beast— hadn't been acting like this during the Crooked Man case. In her presence, he behaved. He did what he was asked to do. He brought the Crooked Man in for justice, waited for her to finish the ceremony at the funeral. He was good, kind and caring, this wasn't the person she knew and grew to love.

Then again, did she even know him at all? His past was of a wolf, a murderous wolf who had feed on bigger and stronger enemies than himself and he had grown into the humongous wolf he was. His true self was of a wolf, he had said so himself. He was simply a wolf in human clothing.

"It's settled." Justin announced as Maka dejectedly stared into the void. "The relationship between sheriff Soul Eater and deputy major Maka Albarn is inappropriate and a threat toward Fabletown. You have till dawn to decide, if you will stick together, Maka will have to resign as deputy major."

She was left transfixed on the spot as the other fables slowly left the chamber. Tsubaki apologetically offered her a comforting brush on her shoulder and Giriko grinned a wide shit-eating grin that could only be describe as "I got you".

The familiarly heavy footsteps echoed in the chamber and he came to a stop in front of her. "Sorry." The familiar heavy combat boots stepped into her vision and her eyes wandered up to meet his apologetic ones. "I just…"

"You just what?" she growled under her breath. "Retreated back to violence again? Thought scaring them would make it all better? What were you thinking?"

Soul flinched and his eyes lowered. "I'm sorry. I thought it would work."

"When has violence ever solved your problems? You just gained strength by feeding on your enemies and what happiness did it bring you? Nothing." she sneered and roughly shoved her index finger on his chest. "You just threw us away a minute ago. You retreated back to your shell of solitude and fear and now you will have to walk the walk because I need a partner!"

"It wasn't that bad." Soul steered away her finger. "We can still solve this problem. You can overrule their decision. You're the fucking deputy major—"

"I'm a deputy major, not a dictator!" Maka shouted.

"But there are still ways. Like… ugh…" Soul scratched his head. "We can't quit our jobs, but… um… there's gotta be a way."

Maka's heart broke. She… she had been willing to quit her job for him. Walk away from her career and actually start a life with him. For once in her life, she didn't want to live for her work, she wanted to live for someone. But he… he didn't want to live with her. He… he wasn't no longer the Soul she partnered up with during the Crooked Man case.

She swallowed down her hurt. "It's over."

Soul's rambling came to an end and his eyes widened. "You don't mean that."

"I do." She nodded, sorrow starting to knot at her throat. She needed to get away as soon as possible. "I don't need a feral boyfriend. I need a civil boyfriend who can keep his emotions in check." She turned around and left him in the Witching Well Camber.

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