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lunaraen · 7 years

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Ivor and Harper

who is more likely to hurt the other?

Harper stays up far later than she should when she’s working, so more than once, she’s ended up being startled and socking Ivor in the face when he just wants to try to get her to go to bed. There’s definitely a lot of apologizing afterwards and it at least successfully takes her mind off work.

who is emotionally stronger?

They’ve both been through a lot of emotional torment, especially guilt and self-hatred, and it’s hard to say sometimes if it’s made things worse or made them stronger in that department. They don’t really know how to deal with emotions, but they’re usually good at taking care of those things when they’re not in danger and are in a relaxed enough place to do it, so they’re about equal.

who is physically stronger?

Ivor spent a lot of time roaming from village to town in what was self enforced exile, given that his desire for revenge kept him from being able to start again somewhere else while knowing the Order was lying to the world, and while he was training to slay a dragon, he’s better at dodging and aiming than full on swordplay. Similarly, Harper spent a lot of time hiding, but she had to be able to knock back mobs and people whenever necessary and quickly, given that she was being hunted down, so she’s physically stronger.

who is more likely to break a bone?

They both can get a little too wrapped up in adventures sometimes, so they’re both about equally likely to be injured or wounded like that.

who knows best what to say to upset the other?

If, for whatever reason they wanted to hurt each other, whether it was necessary for some reason or things were just really heated, Ivor has a lot of experience being snarky and making sharp, cutting observations. Harper has less experience being around people in general, so if she’s mad, she focuses more on getting what’s making her so frustrated across, which to be fair could hurt, but she doesn’t have it down as well as Ivor does.

That being said, after everything they’ve been through, arguments almost never go beyond small, petty ones that every couple has, and even in the bigger ones that are bound to happen, they don’t knowingly try to hurt each other.

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument?

Ivor. He’s the more likely of the two to be bitter and nasty in the argument, and he’s also more likely to act on his guilt first because he really doesn’t want to lose Harper and past experiences, for better or worse, have taught him that he loses people when he argues with them.

who treats who’s wounds more often?

Ivor’s much more of the medic, being the one who can and does make healing potions, and while Harper will tend to his, he’s better at hiding his wounds than she is and he’s quicker at spotting hers.

who is in constant need of comfort?

Pretty much both of them. They’re touch-starved, not to mention affection-starved, and comfort is really nice and something they may ever get enough of, which works out well with how much they both need it and how much they’re both willing to give.

who gets more jealous?

While it’s not like he doesn’t trust Harper, Ivor does. He knows she can take care of herself, but he’s good at glaring people down and quickly changing the subject and he will if he feels like anybody’s flirting or getting too comfortable with Harper.

who’s most likely to walk out on the other?

If either of them do, it’s because they feel like they’ve done enough damage and have done something completely irreversible, whether or not that’s actually the case. Loyalty means a lot to both of them, and they’ve already been through a lot together and have fought side by side, so I’d honestly say either just because I can’t really see either of them doing it and I’m just as likely to say neither ever would.

who will propose?

Ivor. It takes far more tries than he’d like it to before there’s finally a chance where they’re not interrupted, and everybody else knows he’s going to do it before he tells anyone, but Harper appreciates it all the same and thinks it’s really cute, not to mention sweet.

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?

They’re both touch starved, but I imagine Harper would be more likely to try, just to let Ivor know it’s okay and she doesn’t mind being at least a little affectionate in public.

(Ivor is ridiculously over the moon about this and tries to act like he’s not. Harper thinks it’s adorable.)

who comes up for the other all the time?

They both do. Half the time it’s just to get the other to take a break because they need it, even if they’re always happy to spend time together.

who hogs the blankets?

Harper is used to a desert world, so while she’s not unused to being cold at night, she’s also used to using as many blankets as possible to stay warm. Ivor figures the compromise is to just cuddle so that he still gets some of the blankets, which works for him.

who gets more sad?

Neither of them should be allowed to reflect back on their mistakes for too long. It’s easier said than done, especially with Ivor thanks to living in the world he nearly destroyed, and they both have their days when their just remorseful and melancholy and the most they can do sometimes is love the other as much as they can and just try to stay around the people they love.

who is better at cheering the other up?

They’re both fairly good at it, especially the more they learn about each other’s interests and hobbies. Harper loves getting new parts for her inventions, Ivor enjoys new potion ingredients, they both enjoy cuddling, and once Ivor starts teaching Harper how to knit, it’s just another shared hobby they can try to cheer each other up with.

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

Neither of them. They just give the earned groans and playful eye rolls.

who is more streetwise?

Neither of them have much experience in Beacontown beyond the main part and the Order’s temple, but Ivor’s better at dealing with people in his world, in part because he’s used to so many hating him and because he spent so long passing through so many towns and cities.

who is more wise?

This could work for either of them, given their experiences and the good advice they can give, and they both had plenty of time alone to get philosophical.

who’s the shyest?

Context matters. Ivor’s insanely shy around Harper even when they get more comfortable with each other, while Harper tends to be much shyer than him around crowds and people who don’t happen to be the Order or other people she already knows.

who boasts about the other more?

Ivor will brag about Harper until the cows come home and for much longer, just because he is so proud of everything she does and pretty much absolutely amazed by everything she knows and can do. There’s a reason he’s so ridiculously enamored and it shows.

who sits on whose lap?

It’s a complete and total mix up and Ivor’s horribly flustered either way.

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wildernessuntothemselves · 7 years

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One More Day

Word Count: 4k Genre: Smut, Fluff Author’s note: So I wasn’t going to write this because I’m not into mafia!aus but since you’re my first request ever I decided to do it. I hope you enjoy it. (The fic title has nothing to do with the story. I just wrote it while listening to One More Day by Sistar on loop.)

“Mister Min” Yoongi was snapped out of his reverie to see his men looking at him expectantly and a little bit confused. He realized he had gotten caught up in his thoughts again, this time right in the middle of a briefing. He looked at the photographs lying on the table in front of him, seeing the faces of the men who had presumed to move into his territory. He felt sorry for them, he really did. They were still kids, and in their youthful brashness they thought they could defy him and survive. “Give them one last warning and if they refuse to leave, get rid of them.” The stupid bastards will probably stand their ground and that will be the end of them. He may feel sorry for them but life doesn’t look kindly to idiots and if he didn’t finish them off another person will, at least he’ll be merciful. The men nodded their heads in understanding before one of them, Jimin, spoke up, “There is one more thing, boss.” He said then looked at the ground nervously, and just like that a shift seemed to settle heavily in the room. Yoongi waited for Jimin to continue but he didn’t look up. In fact all his men were now uncharacteristically timid, every one of them avoiding his gaze. “Oh for fuck’s sake” It was Namjoon who finally spoke up, “You all are a bunch of pussies. It’s ___. We’ve lost her.” “You’ve what!?” Yoongi slapped his hands on the table and stood up. There it was, the reason he had been distracted all day: You, his lovely, delicate wife. Namjoon who was just ridiculing his fellow members was now flinching and shifting discreetly to hide behind Seokjin.

Jin was forced to face Yoongi’s sudden wrath and he rushed to explain, “We tried to keep an eye on her, Mr. Min, but she’s very smart. She eluded us in every turn and when we did manage to catch up to her once, she caught us and punched Jungkook in the face. I mean the kid’s nose is bad enough as it is without it being crooked too.” The famously vain Jin clutched his hand over his heart in a fake show of sympathy for Jungkook. “She is so aggressive too for such a small person.” Jimin sucked in a breath, making Jin realize his mistake; No one was allowed to bad-mouth you in front of Yoongi, or even behind his back. He made sure that they treated you with the same level of respect they reserved for him. But Yoongi was too distracted trying to fight back the proud smirk that wanted to appear on his lips to chastise Jin. Even though he was the one who ordered his men to follow you, he still swelled with pride to see how well you could still handle yourself on your own. “I don’t know why you put up with her attitude, boss. Just say the word and I will snatch her up and have her grovelling at your feet for forgiveness.” Jin’s face blanched at Namjoon’s words, and he stepped to the side to shield the brazen boy more fully. “He didn’t mean it, Mr. Min. You know how his mouth is sometimes faster than his thou—“ Jin interrupted himself with a gasp. Yoongi had pulled a gun out and was aiming it at Namjoon. “No, don’t do this please, Yoongi!” It was still Jin who was speaking, calling Yoongi by his name for the first time since this organization was made in a plea to make him remember their friendship and spare the rash boy. “Step aside, Jin.” Yoongi threatened. “No, please!” Jin pleaded before he was shoved to the side by Namjoon. The man who was previously rooted to the ground in shock sobered up. “Listen to the boss, Jin.” He said and stared tensely at the barrel pointed in his direction, the muscle of his jaw betraying the fear inside him. Jin was struggling against the firm hand of his partner digging into his chest and the body of Jimin who was now caging him. He stopped struggling when he heard a shot, and then everything going still. The shot must have hit his own heart because it has seized to beat. He lay limp in Jimin’s arm for a second, his vision becoming hazy before he heard a whoosh of breath from Namjoon’s direction and he realized that the arm against his chest still retained full life in it. He looked up to see a hole in the wall right beside Namjoon’s head and Yoongi’s gun already withdrawn. “If I hear you talking about ___ like that again, the next bullet will be lodged right into your skull.” Yoongi said before leaving the room, and Jin rushed to embrace his lover. “Are you OK?” He stroked Namjoon’s cheek. “Were you hurt?” “I’m fine but I think you shouldn’t be so close to me. I may have lost control over my bladder but all the feeling has left my body and I can’t tell for sure.” Jin smacked him upside the head, “You punk! If you scare my like that again, I’ll be the one killing you.” Jin’s threats weren’t that convincing considering that he smashed his lips against the younger guy’s right after he had said them.

Yoongi was too unfocused to work so he drove himself home. He had a driver but he wanted to be left alone to his thoughts. He moved restlessly around the house, pretending to be busy while he waited for you. You had to come home eventually, right? ‘Damn it, Yoongi. You really are whipped, aren’t you?’ He thought to himself. He couldn’t help it. He just loved you so much. He hadn’t planned it. When he had first entered this “profession” he had resigned himself to the fact that he would never fall in love. That would just open him up for attack from people who want to get back at him, and there were many of them. Not that he cared much about love anyway. He never was one to engage in the silly flirtations of people his age when he was a teen or even in his twenties. That’s why it was all the more shocking when he fell in love with you. Your marriage definitely wasn’t the product of a long and passionate love affair; It was merely a wise contractual arrangement in order to settle a decade long run-ins with your father’s gang that threatened to break into a full out war. He had completely ignored you for the first few months of your marriage, resisting your attempts to get closer to him, until you barged into his place of operation one day dragging a half-conscious Taehyung behind you. “Are you for real? You ignore me for months even though I was nothing but courteous to you and then you have the audacity to have your minions following me around.” You fumed, finally letting Taehyung out of your clutches. “I’m sorry, boss man, I tried to follow your orders but she’s fucking nuts.” At that you raised your fist at Taehyung threateningly and he scampered to away from you. “That’s fine. Leave us.” Yoongi ordered and Taehyung was more than happy to oblige, throwing you a dirty look before rushing out when you started advancing on him again. “This is the first and last time you lay a hand on my men. They are there for your own protection, and you should be thankful to them.” Yoongi said in a bored tone, but inside he was far from it. He was rather impressed actually; Taehyung may be a loudmouth but he was a smart guy and he was fairly good at tracking people down, so it was very impressive that you had not only caught him but given him a beating too. “Oh fuck you” You scoffed, “If you think I’m just going to take your shit and be a little obedient trophy wife for you then you’ve got another thing coming for you. If you’re not mature enough to at least pretend to be civil towards your wife then that’s your problem, but I will not have you insult me by having your minions babysit me. I can take care of myself.” You walked up to where he sat on the couch and stood with your arms crossed, “If you’ve forgotten already then allow me to refresh your memory; I’m not a dainty little girl in need of protection. My father is a mob leader himself and I have worked under him and even carried on some missions by myself.” You boasted, and even though Yoongi was surprised by your statement he didn’t show it. He had heard rumors about that before, but he had dismissed them as being too fanciful; No way a man with a huge gang like your father allow his daughter to put herself in such peril.

But you weren’t done yet. You leaned forward and rested your hands on either side of Yoongi’s head, caging him in. “In fact, I was the one behind our little arrangement.”

Now that got Yoongi’s attention, and his eyebrows shot up into his hair. You laughed, the breath hitting his face from how close you were, before you straightened up again and looked down at him. “Surprised, my dear? Dad was totally against the idea. I’m his favourite child and he adores me too much to let me into the arms of his enemy but he knew I could stand my own ground. That’s how much confidence he has in my abilities.” Suddenly your smile turned into a hard scowl, “I know that the life expectancy of a gang member isn’t awfully high but if I ever catch one of your men lurking around me ever again,” You rested a hand high on his thigh, “I will make sure that they can never have children even if they get the chance.” You squeezed his thigh before turning around and storming out.

Yoongi couldn’t believe what had just happened, more so, he couldn’t believe how turned on he was by it. And that was how he started his tumulus journey of falling helplessly in love with you. It didn’t take long for you to notice the change in him, not that he tried to hide it. He never outright said it, Yoongi was a man of few words, but he frequently showed it, and you didn’t reject his love, so as far as he was concerned, he was happy.

But now you were mad at him, and he didn’t know what to do. He never had to make up with an angry partner before, and he had no clue how to go about it. He figured the most obvious solution was to fix the thing that started this whole fight but he couldn’t do that.

You were upset with him because he was making a deal with one of your father’s business enemies. He understood why that would make you upset but if he avoided dealing with anyone who was on your father’s bad side, he would have no allies and his gang would be vulnerable; your father had a notoriously bad temper.

It was 2 a.m. when you finally came back home, and Yoongi was right there in a chair facing the door waiting for you. He had long since given up on trying to pretend that his thoughts weren’t consumed by you. When your eyes fell on him, your face fell too, and Yoongi felt a sharp pang in his heart. “What are you doing?” “Making sure you’re home safe.” “I thought we were over this already. I don’t need your protection. You’re lucky I didn’t rip that kid’s balls out.” Yoongi cringed. He knew it was a bad call getting Jungkook to follow you around, but he was desperate and the kid was the best at this kind of thing, very stealthy and discreet, but apparently not enough. He stood up and walked briskly to you. You were shocked by his sudden action, glaring at him and waiting for an explanation that didn’t come. “Well?” You raised your eyebrows in exasperation. “I’m bad at this, Ok? You’re mad at me and I don’t know what to do to make it better. I’m not the type of person to get you roses and chocolate and shit and you’re not the type of person to want them. So just tell me what to do to make you not made at me anymore. I hate this and I’m so lost. I know you’re taking my deal with Jaebum as an offense to your father but I swear it has nothing to do with him. I’m just trying to do what’s best for my men.” “This has nothing to do with my father!” You said in disbelief, “You think I’m mad at you because of that?” “Well, yeah.” Yoongi stared at you blankly. “No, you idiot! I don’t want you to make a deal with him because he’s a bad man, not because of my father.” Yoongi was looking at you as if you’re stupid, “___, we’re all bad men.” “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” You smacked his chest, “I mean that he’s a scheming bastard and he’s not to be trusted. I knew that he has wanted to take you down since before we got married and he will take any opportunity to do so. I wouldn’t be surprised if this whole deal is a trick somehow.” “___, I wouldn’t have gotten this far if I didn’t know how to protect myself against rival gangs. Everybody wants everybody dead in this business. It’s nothing new. I know what I’m doing. Aren’t you the one who’s always saying how you can take care of yourself? And now you’re doubting me?” “Oh so you’re allowed to worry about my safety but I can’t?” “You’re worried about me?” “Of course I am. I love you.” You said those words so casually, taking no notice of the avalanche you just dropped on Yoongi. “Y-you l-love me?” He would curse himself for stuttering but his mind had already stopped functioning. “Yeah” You shrugged and squinted your eyes at him as though baffled by his very reasonable question. Yoongi swallowed and focused on keeping his voice level, “But you never told me that before?” “So? You never did as well but I’d be an idiot not to know it.” You continued squinting at him before your eyes blew up wide, “Wait you really didn’t know?” “No.” The word slipped past his lips softly. “Aw, honey.” You cooed, cupping his cheeks in your hands and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, “I love you.” You looked into his eyes, trying to convey the truth of your words to him. You saw the realization finally settle in his eyes, and his face broke into a bright smile, half teeth and half gums. You didn’t see such a smile often but when you did, it tugged directly on your heart strings. You yelped when he scooped you up in his arms, “Yoongi, what are you doing?” He said nothing until you reached your bedroom and he laid you gently on the bed, “I’m cancelling the deal with Jaebum.” “But you just said—“ “Don’t mind what I said. Do you honestly think I would refuse you anything after you just said you love me?” The gummy smile was still on his face. You laughed, “Well, I won’t complain.” You pulled him towards you and kissed him, and he happily reciprocated. “Now let me show you what a happy man you’ve made me.” He smirked and dived for another kiss, this time hungry and passionate. His tongue swiped across your lips and you readily opened your mouth for him to deepen the kiss. He was very talented with his tongue and you were already craving to have it all over your body. You were getting lightheaded when Yoongi finally broke away and leaned back a bit to look at you, “I love seeing you like this, lips swollen and breathless. It lets me know I’m not the only one affected this much.” He caught your lower lip between his teeth and nipped gently, and you squirmed beneath him, bucking into his hardening length. “Yoongi…” You whined. “What is it, love?” “I want you to touch me.” “Like this?” He ran his hand up your thigh, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. When his hand slipped under your dress and he slid a finger up your soaked panties, you arched eagerly into his touch. “Yes, baby!” “Your wish is my command, princess.” And with that his fingers started rubbing you over your panties. You clutched his shoulder and braced yourself, letting the sounds of pleasure roll easily off your tongue. “Beautiful” Yoongi breathed, “Why don’t you loosen those buttons for me, princess.” He said, indicating the buttons on the front of your dress, and you hastened to comply, not wanting him to stop his ministrations. You popped the buttons open and pulled the fabric apart, exposing your breasts to him and to the night air, the nipples hardening instantly. “Touch them.” You didn’t need to be told twice, your hands moving to cup your breasts. Yoongi moved your panties to the side and the direct touch of his fingers to your sensitive nub had you keening. You put two fingers on Yoongi’s lips and he understood your intent, opening his lips and lathering the digits with his saliva. You withdrew them from his mouth and moved them to your nipples, the wet slip of them heightening your sensations. “Fuck, princess, if only you could see yourself now, legs spread and playing with yourself. All for me to see.” He moaned and slid a finger inside of you, eyes lighting up at the shaky breath that escaped you at the intrusion. “I want to cum, baby.” You reluctantly released one of your breasts and cupped Yoongi’s face. “Won’t you make me cum?” His finger snapped in and out of you and he used his thumb to rub your clit, “How can I ever say no to you?” Your hips worked in time with his fingers; pulling back when he withdrew his fingers and sliding down when he plunged them back in. A scream was gradually building in the back of your throat and you released it as your heels dug into the mattress and your back arched clean off the bed with your orgasm. Yoongi watched the pleasure racking through you and the subsequent effort to catch your breath with reverenced awe. You looked at him to see his mouth hanging slightly open and you chuckled, “Ever the fearsome Min Yoongi.” You teased, lifting his jaw closed. If it was any other man he would have been flustered at having been caught practically drooling over you but not Yoongi. “Now that’s not a very nice thing to say to the man who just made you scream.” “You’re right. So why don’t you let me repay you, oh generous man.” You smiled lazily and grabbed the hem of your dress, slipping it over your head and throwing it off the bed. It was followed by you panties before you turned on your hands, crawling to the headboard and giving Yoongi a nice view of your ass before sitting on your heels and patting the space in front of you, gesturing for him to follow you. He hastily moved to the spot you indicated and sat with his back against the headboard. You snaked into this lap, rubbing your wet sex over his hard length. Yoongi groaned, “Are you really teasing me now, ___?” “I don’t know. You just admitted that you didn’t know I love you, so maybe you deserve it.” You bit your lip and smirked. “See? This is exactly why I didn’t know. I give you everything you want but you’re always so cruel to me.” “Oh hush!” You punched him playfully but decided to relent, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance before slowly sinking down. You closed your eyes and relished the stretched of your walls around him and the way his breathing seemed to have stopped. When you took all of him in, you opened your eyes to see him staring at you again. You smiled lightly; you knew this was Yoongi’s favourite position. He loved having your whole body on display for him like that and you made sure to always give him a good show. You swivelled your hips in a figure eight, not yet separating your hips from his. He rested his hands on your ass and dug his fingers in, enjoying finally being inside of you. Your breasts were on eye level with him and he couldn’t resist leaning in and sucking a bud into his mouth, tongue circling around it. You arched into his mouth in pleasure, and in order to not have him one-up you, you finally started going up and down on his dick, increasing the speed with every bounce until his moans got too frequent for him to continue licking at your nipple and he leaned back to resume his favourite part, watching you ride him. Your hair was in disarray and you gathered it and threw it over your shoulder. Your breasts were glistening from his attention just seconds ago and they bounced up and down with every move you made. Your lips were still swollen and red. His cock twitched inside of you, and he gripped your ass tighter and started bucking up into you, “You look so filthy like that, princess. Being a good girl for me and letting me fuck up into your pussy.” “I just want to please you, baby. You always take such good care of me and I want to do the same to you. Are you enjoying seeing me like this?” “So much, princess.” “Will you show me just how much?” Yoongi nodded and picked his pace up, slamming up into you so hard you had to steady yourself against the headboard in order not to fall off. The hammering of his dick inside of you was rubbing you just the right way and you were at the edge again. You slipped your hand between your legs and rubbed furiously at your clit, the pleasure flushing your skin like a heat wave. The contractions of your walls around him triggered his own orgasm and as soon as you felt the first spurt of his cum inside of you, you quickly got off him and grabbed his cock, stroking him through his orgasm and directing the ejaculate towards his stomach. He shuddered in your hands and you watched the white fluid smear his pearly skin in fascination. This was the part your favourite part. “You came so much, baby.” You cooed, removing you hand from his cock when it got too sensitive. “It’s all because of you, princess.” You smiled and grabbed tissues from the night stand to clean Yoongi up, throwing away the soiled tissues after you were done and falling to your husband’s arms. “You really made me worried, Yoongi. Please don’t do that again.” “I won’t, princess, but you have to promise me to be more vocal with me about what’s bothering you. I would never be upset to learn that my lovely wife is worried about me.” He stroked your hair and smiled lovingly at you. “I promise.” You gave him a last kiss before settling in his arms for the night.

Author’s Note: I’m not satisfied with it and I might delete this later but here you go.

#yoongi smut #yoongi fluff #yoongi scenario #yoongi imagine #yoongi fanfic #bts smut #bts fluff #bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts scenario #namjin thrown in #because namjin is my otp

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